by Xavier Mayne
“You’re the guest,” Fox said with a smile. “You first.”
Drew winked at him and slipped between the sheets. He lay back, facing Fox, with his arm outstretched. Fox got into bed as well, and turned over to pull the covers up. As he did so, Drew wrapped his arms around him and pulled him tight.
“Who’s the big spoon, motherfucker?” Drew grunted into Fox’s ear.
Fox had always been the big spoon, every time he’d been in bed with a woman. The big spoon was part of his identity as a man.
But the warmth of Drew’s embrace, the strength of his enveloping arms, the heat of his breath on Fox’s neck…
He kind of liked being the little spoon for once.
Behind him, Drew’s entire body stretched out along his, from his wiggly feet to his powerful quads to his full pectorals with their raspy, insistent nipples. It was nothing like Fox had ever felt in bed, and it was everything he suddenly wanted.
Drew’s hands roamed over Fox’s torso, bringing goose bumps and hot shivers everywhere they went. Then his left hand, which had freer rein than the right, pinned as it was under Fox’s bulky frame, roamed even farther. Fox held his breath as Drew’s fingertips reached his boxer shorts, brushing the tiny pleats of the waistband, clearly intent on seeking entry.
“Fuck yes,” Fox groaned, knowing that Drew would wait for permission, like a gentleman.
Fox did not want to be in bed with a gentleman.
Drew chuckled softly behind him, and his fingers slipped under the elastic, blazing a new trail. He glided through the neatly trimmed pubic hair on the way to his goal: the root of Fox’s manhood.
When he reached it, Fox sucked in a sudden breath, electrified by the touch that had been forbidden his entire life. There was another man’s hand on his cock. Somewhere in his brain, a circuit breaker flipped, and he fell through a kind of gentle darkness on his way to something completely new. As Drew’s fingers closed around the solidity of his erection, Fox breathed a new kind of air—cold and fresh and freeing. This was what his life had been missing.
Drew slipped his hand along the steely-hard column of flesh, reaching the head and tickling around it before returning to the base. Fox moaned and shifted his hips, urging him on. As he did so, he became aware of the rude protrusion of Drew’s cock, which despite the intervention of two layers of fabric was doing its level best to insinuate itself between Fox’s buttocks. It was hot and shocking and wonderful.
Fox pushed back against the solidity of Drew behind him and found, to his deep satisfaction, that Drew was immovably resolute in his stance. He gave not an inch and instead seemed to advance a little more, closing the already infinitesimal gaps between them to nothing. They were as close as two people could be without actual penetration.
The night was still young, Fox reflected.
Drew’s meandering fingers began a more purposeful stroking, clasping Fox’s cock tighter. He focused his grip on the sensitive zone just below the flare of its head, exactly as Fox himself would do when he wanted to skip the niceties and step directly into an orgasm.
“How did you know how to…?” he tried to ask but was unable to think clearly enough to finish his question. The orgasm gripped him before he could finish.
Across his entire body, from the balls of his feet to the top of his head, every muscle snapped into a breathless rigidity. Fox gasped raggedly as he felt the twinge deep inside him, in the birthplace of the orgasm that Drew was conjuring with his insistent strokes. Helpless in its throes, he shuddered and gasped and yearned for it to come and complete his transformation into the kind of man who has orgasms at the hand of another man. Because he knew, in this moment of inevitability, that he had changed.
He closed his eyes and surrendered.
The feeling of semen filling one’s boxer shorts is one most men over the age of sixteen rarely feel—it is a sensation out of time that few would relish. And yet to Fox it was the fulfillment of a wish he’d never dared wish and the hot, sticky signifier of that fulfillment. He came and came and came until he was covered, and his shorts sloshed with the continued motion of Drew’s hand.
Drew, for his part, kept up his insistent rhythm, urging and coaxing and squeezing every drop of fluid Fox was capable of producing, and more besides. Fox didn’t remember ever coming so much as he already had, and yet it continued to explode from him. Finally, just at the moment the sensitivity was building to unbearable levels, Drew somehow knew—of course he did—to slow down and limit his strokes once again to the sturdy middle of Fox’s cock.
Fox took the deep breath his ecstasy had been denying him, then trembled all over. Drew kissed up and down his neck while he gently stroked Fox’s slippery cock. His own erection was like an iron bar pressed into Fox’s buttocks and lower back.
“Come on,” Fox murmured as he reached behind him and grappled Drew’s ass, pulling him sharply forward. He clenched his ass, trying to capture Drew’s iron prick between his cheeks as he slid slowly up and down.
Drew gasped at the sudden friction, but his hips swung into complementary motion. As if rubbing his dick between a buddy’s buttcheeks was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it was in this new world.
After no more than a dozen achingly slow transits, Drew arched and shuddered. Then a flood of heat boiled up into the small of Fox’s back, spreading with every grunt of pleasure Drew made into Fox’s shoulder. Drew writhed and thrashed, and all the while Fox held him tightly, ensuring no break in their obscene contact.
Finally, once Drew had juddered to completion, they slackened their grip on each other. Fox turned to face Drew and found him a reflection of himself: sweat-glossed, panting, elated.
“That was the gayest thing ever,” Fox whispered.
“Ever in the history of gay things,” Drew added.
They shared a chuckle, then kissed tenderly.
“Feeling you come was the most amazing thing I’ve ever done in bed,” Drew said softly.
“Everything we just did was the most amazing thing I’ve ever done,” Fox replied. “In bed or anywhere else.”
“You don’t think it was a little weird that we kept our underwear on?” Drew said, eyebrows peaked in worry.
“Nothing we do together is weird. Because we’re doing it only for us.” He kissed Drew gently on his worried forehead. “I’ve never done anything like what we just did, and that’s what makes it perfect. We’re breaking the mold and launching ourselves into something completely new. I wanted it to be different, and that sure as fuck was different. And I will treasure the memory of it always.”
“But doesn’t it seem kind of… I don’t know, immature? Like something teenagers would do at summer camp and then never talk about it?”
Fox knew that just as he had rattled on nervously beforehand, Drew would have second thoughts after. It was exactly what Drew had told him to expect, after all.
“It was our first time. It makes perfect sense that we would do something a little… tentative, I guess. What wouldn’t make sense is if we threw off our clothes, swapped deep-throating blow jobs, and then took turns pounding away at each other right up the ass. That would be completely unrealistic for a first time, don’t you think?”
Drew’s eyes widened. “You aren’t planning on doing that, are you?” His fingers nervously twitched around Fox’s slowly subsiding erection.
“God no,” Fox replied. Then he paused a moment for reflection. “Have you ever… you know… had anything up there?”
Drew smiled but looked a little abashed. “There was a woman I dated a few years ago who liked to… well, she wanted to explore there, and I said I wasn’t sure. But she had a very persuasive tongue.”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing I could make out, once she had her tongue up there.”
Fox burst into laughter, and Drew joined in.
“So what was it like?” Fox asked.
“You mean you’ve never…?”
Fox shook his head. “It’s
not the kind of thing I can even imagine asking a woman to do. She’d probably figure I was gay, and I’d never see her again.”
“Kind of like the last woman you dated?” Drew asked with a sly smile.
“Yeah, kind of like that.” Fox realized the puddle of semen in his boxers was starting to loosen and drip distractingly. “You know, we should probably clean up.”
“It is getting a little sticky in here,” Drew agreed.
“Let’s hop in the shower and wring out our summer camp underwear.” He kissed Drew again, then got up and led him to the shower.
“This is like a spa,” Drew said, marveling at the bathroom.
“Master bath square footage is positively correlated with resale value, particularly in the high-rise condo market,” Fox replied. “So it’s bigger than I need, certainly, but I look at it as an investment in attracting buyers.”
“Is that a bidet?”
“An investment in attracting international buyers.”
“And that whole part of the room is the shower?”
“An investment in attracting international buyers who really, really love to take showers,” Fox said with comic exasperation. “Now get in there and shut up.”
“Yes, sir,” Drew said. He stepped into the shower, his soaked-through boxer briefs still clinging to him. He was quickly drenched by the three shower heads aiming at him.
Fox followed him in, quickly stripped his own boxers off, and tossed them to the corner of the shower. Then he stepped behind Drew and yanked his underwear to his feet.
“There,” he said simply.
Drew stepped out of the wet clump of underwear, and Fox kicked them over to join his own in the corner.
Fox took a moment to cast a leisurely glance down Drew’s muscled back, over his round, powerful buttocks and his runner’s calves. “You’re… beautiful,” he said.
Drew turned around. “Standing next to you, I wouldn’t get a second look, but thank you for saying it.”
Fox pulled him close. “You are the only man I’ve ever wanted to put my hands on. That’s a serviceable definition for ‘beautiful,’ and you aren’t going to talk me out of it.” He kissed Drew softly, passionately.
When finally he released their clasping kiss, Drew glanced down and smiled. “Well, hello,” he said to Fox’s bouncing erection.
Fox looked at where their bodies were nearly touching. His cock reached out for Drew, while Drew’s pointed up at him imploringly.
He glanced back up at Drew. “Well, clearly they’re excited,” he observed.
“Indeed. And who are we to disappoint them?” Drew reached down and wrapped his hand around his own erection, then opened his fist and grabbed up Fox’s as well. “There,” he said brightly. “Now they can get to know each other.” He began to slide his hand back and forth along the full length and double thickness of their stacked manhood.
Fox put a hand alongside Drew’s, and together they stroked each other’s cocks, and their cocks stroked each other as they thrust and fidgeted, and soon both men were panting with a lust rekindled. “I wish I’d known this all along,” Fox moaned softly. “How good this could be.”
“It’s like we’ve had this magic in our pants all these years but didn’t know how to unleash it,” Drew said. “This is incredi—”
He was cut short by the unannounced arrival of his second orgasm of the evening. Without warning, he blasted sharp jets of cum onto Fox’s lower belly. Fox looked down, eyes wide, then back up to Drew. He closed his eyes and shuddered as he returned fire into Drew’s groin. They froze, still gripping each other’s cock in their hands, desperate to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.
Finally, their grips relented, and they each took a shaky step backward.
“Holy fuck,” Fox breathed. “It’s like I can’t be within six inches of you without having an orgasm.”
“It looks more like seven inches from my perspective,” Drew replied with a grin. “And we may have to accept that after a lifetime of trying to have the wrong kind of sex, we’re going to be on a hair trigger.”
“Is there a wrong kind of sex, you think?” Fox asked. “As long as everyone consents, I mean.”
Drew tipped his head to one side. “I think any sex that doesn’t involve you and me is the wrong kind of sex.”
“I think you’re right,” Fox said with a smile. He pulled Drew into another enthusiastic embrace, knowing full well where it would most likely lead.
SOMEWHERE THERE was something making some kind of noise.
Drew turned over, but the noise got louder, so he turned back and found himself bumping right up against the insanely muscled shoulder of Fox. Fox, who was still sleeping soundly while his phone made all manner of grating, shrill sounds. He reached over and picked up the phone.
Video Call from Chad, it said.
“Fox?” he whispered, nudging Fox’s shoulder. “Fox, it’s Chad.”
“No, it’s Drew,” Fox replied sleepily. “I wouldn’t have done half the stuff we did last night with Chad.”
Drew laughed. “I meant it’s Chad on the phone.”
“I know. I was making a joke.” Fox’s eyes opened wide. “I figured Chad can wait for the full report until we’re at least up and dressed.”
“I thought you said he called you every Sunday morning from bed.”
“He does.”
“And that lately he will call you and call you until you answer.”
“He will.”
“And that you were worried he would drive over here and drag you out of bed if you don’t answer him.”
“He might.”
“So perhaps it would be prudent to answer his call, hmm?”
Fox looked up at him with an expression of sleepy cheer. “It’s seven in the morning, and you’re already a better person than I was planning to be all day,” he said, shaking his head. “All right, gimme the phone.” He shoved himself into an upright posture against the headboard and arranged the covers low over his hips.
Drew handed him the phone, which was still vibrating insistently. “I’ll go wait in the living room.”
“Oh hell no,” Fox said, grabbing Drew’s hand. “You’re making me do this, so you gotta stay.” He yanked, and Drew toppled back into bed.
Drew laughed and hefted himself up so he was sitting next to Fox. He pulled the covers up to his armpits. Fox immediately yanked them back down.
“What are you doing?” Drew cried.
“If Chad insists on calling us, he’s not going to see us with our blankets up around our necks like a couple of grannies,” Fox said. He tucked the covers back down, so low that their hip bones were exposed. “He went on and on last night about how he wants to know everything, so let’s see how much he can actually take.”
“I will never understand bros,” Drew said with a judgmental shake of his head.
“Watch and learn,” Fox said with a grin. He kissed Drew on the lips, then answered the video call.
Chad blurred onto the screen, then came into focus. “Foxy!” he called. “How’s it hangin’ this fine morning?”
“It’s not ‘hanging,’ and here’s why.” Fox held the camera farther away so that Drew could be seen in the frame.
“Awesome!” Chad cried. He pulled his phone closer to him. “Fuck, look at that guy. I thought PhDs were a weedy lot, but Drew… you’re fucking jacked, man.”
“Um, thanks?” Drew replied, looking to Fox for some idea how to interact with his ostensibly straight buddy who was avidly ogling him.
“See? I told you.” Fox turned back to his phone. “Do you want us to get rid of the covers completely?”
“Yes!” came Mia’s shout from somewhere near Chad. She popped her head into the frame of Chad’s phone. “Sorry, that was rude. What I meant to say was ‘yes, please.’” Her eyes scanned backed and forth, taking in the view, then she leaned close to her husband and whispered. “Chad, did you see what Drew looks like without a shirt on?”
“
I can’t not look at him,” Chad muttered back under his breath.
“We can hear you,” Fox said. He turned to Drew. “Now she’s as bad as he is. They never did anything like this when I was dating women.”
“That’s because you never dated a woman half as hot as Drew,” Mia retorted. Then she stuck her tongue out for good measure.
“I’m afraid they’re going to be impossible this morning,” Fox said to Drew.
“Then let’s shut them up,” Drew replied. He leaned toward Fox and kissed him tenderly.
The only noise from the other end of the video connection was a pair of soft gasps.
Drew reached up and gently stroked Fox’s chest, then leaned down and kissed one of his nipples while he flicked the other with his fingers.
From the other side, a moan.
He snaked his fingers down Fox’s toned torso until it slid under the covers.
“We gotta go,” Chad said, his voice strangled with something that sounded an awful lot like lust. The video call went dead.
“Nice move,” Fox said, tossing his camera onto the nightstand.
“I’ve got more,” Drew promised. He kissed Fox passionately as he rummaged under the covers, provoking Fox’s cock into an immediate boner.
Fox broke their kiss, and a serious look came over his face. “You’re really okay with this?”
“Okay with your interrupting my awkward attempt to get you to have sex with me? No, no I’m not.” Drew smiled as he continued his purposeful stroking.
“No, I mean with us. Being here. You know, in bed. Together.”
“I would have been really disappointed if I’d woken up and you weren’t here in bed with me. So overall, I’m good.” Drew studied Fox’s face. “Are you okay with us?”
“Beyond okay. But we’ve been ‘one-step-forward-one-step-backing’ since we met, and then last night we kind of strapped a rocket to it. We had more sex in the last eight hours than I’ve ever had in one go—hell, in any given month of my adult life—and I was worried that this morning would be awkward and weird because, you know, light of day and all. But I look at you this morning and I know you’re the best chance I ever took. And I’m really hoping that you feel the same way.”