Taking Lead

by Dallas Redford

  His reactions have my dick hard as a diamond. I drive one of my hands down to my own erection and grip myself. I give my member a series of strong tugs and I’m already on the verge of coming again.

  I look up at him and tell him. “I’m pre-coming so hard because of you.”

  “Yeah, babe?” he says, his voice like gravel. His eyes are so low, just slits mirroring my desire back to me.

  “Ask me to suck it,” I tell him.

  Without hesitation, “Please. Please. Please suck me.”

  “You want me to suck you?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  “Should I take it into my mouth like this?” I take the head softly on my tongue and he groans, bringing his hand down to clutch at my hair.

  I don’t know how I’ve become such a tease, but I love it. I can’t get enough of watching him squirm. Maybe it’s the thought of losing him. I want to show him what he’ll miss out on.

  Maybe it’s the idea that this might be the last time and I want to take full advantage of it.

  Maybe the glimpse of domestic life with him has inspired me and I’m doing the things I think we’d do if we were together.

  By now, he’s dripping a stream of precum and I love watching it pull in a thin string from his cock. I wipe the head off and give him a slow lick.

  “Suck it, baby,” he growls.

  I do.

  I take it into my mouth. A sharp exhalation catches in his throat as I plunge all the way down onto the length of it. I suck on him, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin against my tongue as he expands my mouth. The flavor of him. The fact that it is him. Davis.

  The intimate fragrance of the hair that crowns him winds into my nose. I’m all in. I love the sensation of him throbbing on my tongue and I’m squeezing the head of my own dick because I am there. I am that close to coming. I pull back and use my lips to slide up and down the sides of it.

  “Baby!” he cries and takes my head in his hands to slide me back down onto his rock-hard length. He pumps my head down onto him, fucking my mouth and I love it. I love how he’s aggressive but not too aggressive. I love the feel of him taking control of me, but he still cares for me. I use one hand to jerk and another to coax him to his release.

  “I’m gonna come, babe,” he warns me. I take over, jerking him into my waiting mouth. I want every drop.

  He roars and breaks apart. He’s panting and grunting, and I can feel his legs trembling as he tenses and releases them. A huge groan carves out of him and tilts his body down over mine, so that he’s gripping my shoulders as I take all that he has right down my throat. The feeling is so intense for me that I follow him right over the edge.

  My own release is waves of swimming consciousness taking me under. My eyes closed, my heartbeat rapid, my breath coming in heaves.

  I have to pull back from him to catch my breath. I sit on the wet tiles, the water raining down on me.

  He kneels and begins to kiss me, fervently, reverently. I take his tongue into my mouth gratefully and he gives me his all in this kiss. He kisses me like people get kissed in the movies. The Hollywood kind.

  I clasp my arms around his back and he raises me up and presses me into the wall, his mouth possessing mine, my moans being swallowed up by his marvelous lips.

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  Chapter 26

  Outside the day is dimming into night. A soft breeze floats in the window and washes over us. We’ve been in bed the whole day. After our shower session, we were starving so we came out and made an early lunch. Well, he made it and I watched from the table drinking a beer. Wishing it could always be like this.

  After a quick post-lunch nap, he started things all over again when he pretended to feed me a piece of a cookie and I ended up sucking his finger. Before I knew it, I was down on my knees again in front of him. But, instead of letting me work, he picked me up and took me into the bedroom and had me lay down so that while I sucked him he could also suck me.

  He was a surprisingly quick study. In minutes, I was on my back panting as he slurped every drop straight up out of my balls, one hand holding my rod tight, the other massaging my balls.

  By then, we were tired and we fell asleep again. This time I cuddled him, but it didn’t matter because I woke up on his warm chest anyway, with his arms wrapped around me.

  I didn’t stir again until my dick stirred, and he was waking up in the same mood. This time he licked every inch of my body. I watched the intense midday sun gild his hair with gold as he gave me the slowest most agonizing blow job I’d ever received in life.

  I don’t know if it was his intention to give me a heart-stopping orgasm, but I came so hard that my toes clenched as my eyes rolled back into my head.

  He didn’t let me reciprocate. Instead, he chose to kiss me until we fell asleep again.

  Now, we’ve just gotten back into bed. I’ve relocated my mother’s care package from the living to the bedroom.

  “It almost doesn’t seem right eating Stephanie’s cookies,” he says, after he takes a big bite of one of her cowboy cookies. I lean into him and give him a kiss as he starts to chew.

  “Why?”

  “I can still taste you,” he says, laughing. I feel my face flame as I crack up, too. “It’s a little bit too full circle,” he explains.

  I know he’s joking but it is the first time he’s brought up my parents. Or really anything outside of this situation we are sharing today. Basically, my parents are the only current impediment to my unending happiness. I love my parents and I don’t really mean that, but I can’t help wishing that he were someone else. That I had met him here in the city or something like that. I think I could deal with coming out if it wasn’t twined with it being Davis Clay that I was into.

  Why did I have to fall for Davis Clay? Hell, even one of my mother’s friends would have been better than my dad’s best friend.

  I lay my head on his shoulder as my mind starts to count the obvious reasons why I did fall for Davis Clay, like his eyes and his beautiful lips, and his sense of humor, and how kind he is…and it really does feel like a tragedy. Three years ago, I would have never used that word to describe a dude’s lips. Today, I know there is no other suitable word to describe his perfect mouth.

  I feel my cock stir to life. Davis sees it, too. He gives me a side eye, “You young’uns.”

  I laugh and reposition my head into his lap, positioning myself so I don’t pain him with weight on his junk. I gaze up at him. I just love to see him. It’s making me completely crazy that he’s here with me. I know it’s not forever but part me wonders if maybe I could do this. Maybe some kind of special friendship. One with benefits.

  But, I already know the answer is no. This isn’t just sex. I’m falling for him.

  “You don’t have a TV,” he says, like he just noticed it. He runs a hand gently across my forehead, fingers flex through my hair.

  “She took the TV,” I say with a shrug. “It was hers.”

  Davis starts to chuckle softly, shaking his head at the impossibility of the situation. “Let me run out the car. I’ll grab my laptop. I can tether my cellphone.”

  “I still have Wi-Fi. We can watch Netflix.”

  As I watch him pull on pants and a t-shirt, my heart seems to pull out to him. At some point, I know I’ll need to explain Rebecca. Just not right now. I don’t want anything to spoil this. And we’re still just friends after all.

  I check my phone for messages, reminding myself to call my parents tomorrow and tell them that I did get to see Davis and Jordan after all. They’ll be pleased. The time is late, and I feel something gripping my heart, I know it’s about Davis’ impending exit. Does he even have time to watch a movie? He still hasn’t said when he’s leaving. Though after several orgasms, I think it’s clear to me why he came.

  I will him not to utter a word about it because I know that once he leaves I’m going to be hurt but I don’t want it any other way. I can’t say no to him or the cravings my body has for him. I will let hi
m take the lead on whether we make this friendship with benefits the official relationship between us.

  I stand up after a few minutes and go take a long piss. When I come back into the living room, I see him on the porch on the phone and I wonder for the briefest of seconds just who he’s talking to. My jealousy extends to even his phone calls because I know we’re going to have to go back to being just friends. What I don’t know is who will take my place? He can’t go for the rest of his life without a partner. At some point a clandestine affair either gets found out or it gets old.

  I freeze when he suddenly turns and catches me watching. It’s too late for me to pretend like I was doing anything other than what I was doing, so I stay put as he moves out of view of the window and the door swings open.

  “Sorry,” he says as he comes in. He gives me a long, deep kiss that sucks the breath right out of me. Then he marches off to my bedroom like he hasn’t just rocked my world with just his lips. I’m left to follow him like the dopey fool that I am. I’m crazy about him. Nothing matters right now. Not my dad. Not Jordan. Just him.

  I pad across the hardwood floor. He’s already got our impromptu bedroom theatre setup.

  “Alright, what do you want? Action or Horror? Anything but a fucking Rom-Com.”

  I punch him lightly, “I’ve never watched a Rom-Com in my life, asshole.”

  He nudges his nose in close to my face, kisses me quick and sweet. “Me neither. I’d watch one with you, though.” His eyes go wicked. “You’d have to find some way to pay me back, though.”

  I can’t help but laugh at him.

  Minutes later, we’re on the bed watching a Jason Statham flick. And I’m tucked up under him and it feels so fucking good just to be where I am. I can feel the soft thud of his chest against my back. His exhalations sail out against my neck. He’s found a little patch of hair right above my butt and he plays with it, quietly and relentlessly and it feels so intimate. So right. Like he’s already getting to know my body. I do know his body. His smell. His form. The curve of his arms.

  The movie comes to a sex scene and he leans down and plants a deep, longing kiss on my mouth. We’re both hard after the kiss but we finish watching the movie anyway. He presses small kisses into the back of my neck the whole time which make me shiver like crazy.

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  Chapter 27

  Once the movie is done, it’s completely black outside. He still hasn’t said when he’s leaving but it doesn’t matter now. We’ve cracked open a couple of beers from the fridge and between the two of us, we’ve demolished my mother’s care package of cookies. As I lay there in the dark, my head on his belly, the sweet strains of Chet Baker suffuse the shadows of the room. I feel at once comfortable and anxious. It’s an imperfect peace. A detente. The quiet before the storm. The storm that is to be my life without him.

  Because the longer he’s gone without talking about leaving, the heavier it feels. Nothing he’s said today has convinced me that he feels any differently about this situation that he did the day before. His mere avoidance of the issue speaks volumes. He’s still my father’s friend. Hell, I’m even more of a friend to Jordan now than I was back when it all went down. The same ties still bind us— apart.

  I find myself wondering if I didn’t do more to save my relationship with Jordan because I was hoping this would happen. Whatever this is that I have with Mr. Clay. This thing I don’t have with him.

  Unbidden, Bryson’s words come back into my mind. About him faking it all. I don’t believe he’s faking necessarily, but I am curious.

  “So, you’ve never been attracted to a guy?” I say. “I remember you saying that you’ve never experimented.”

  “No. Never have,” he says. “Why?”

  “I was just curious as to whether I was your first.”

  “You are,” he says, kissing me. He murmurs against my lips, “And only.”

  I feel a shiver trip down my spine.

  For a second, I’m afraid to speak. To break the spell. I don’t have to because he does.

  “I’ve always been more of a relationship guy,” he says. “Never really into messing around. At least not until Candace left and even then, I was still looking for something. Something real and lasting. It’s what makes the whole thing worthwhile.”

  I don’t address the elephant in the room which is that I do feel like I’ve found something real and lasting. Also, unexpected and frightening. And he’s dooming us to a life of messing around.

  I want to go for it. He’s the one holding us back.

  That’s not fair, I know. But, I’m willing to face the wrath of my father for him. I’m that far gone. What we have is too precious to chuck out.

  Then, he’s kissing me again. It’s almost as if he felt my sentiment without me uttering a word. And it’s gentle again. He’s kissing me even before his cock gets completely hard, though it does happen just seconds later. I cling to him tightly. I don’t know what tomorrow holds but I’m going to get every drop of magic from tonight.

  I don’t know what possessed me, but I pull our clinging lips apart and I tell him, “Fuck me.”

  I’ve never had a man inside of me before. I’ve never wanted a man inside of me before Davis. But, I want him. I want that feeling of closeness. I want to be possessed by him. Taken by him.

  He kisses me even more passionately and I moan against the onslaught of his mouth. By now, we’re naked and I feel his chest pressed up against mine. He’s between my legs and I can feel his cock against my cock. He kisses me as he grinds into me and it feels so good the way our two dicks rub together.

  I don’t care what it takes. I want him inside of me.

  He gets up and when he comes back to the bed, he has a condom and a packet of lube. He tears open the packet and slowly rolls it down over my turgid member.

  “You’re going to fuck me,” he says.

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  Chapter 28

  I’m stunned at the change of direction but I’m just as eager to be inside of him, so I roll with the flow. I watch as he takes the lube packet, splits it open and pours some out onto his finger. He begins to finger himself and it’s crazy sexual to watch. Davis, this big muscular masculine man loosening up his tight hole. He’s lying on the bed, his belly curved as he props himself up on an elbow. His other hand arm is between his legs. As he works, I see his abs clenching. His dick twitches. He’s into it.

  I take a finger and I rub it against the one working at his hole to get some of the lube. I press into the tight ring of his ass and he groans, his head falling back. His body clenches onto me and he lets me take over. I fuck him with my finger. The tight ring of muscle grips and pulls at me. He wants more.

  When he looks up, grabs me and pulls me on top of him, I’m almost trembling with lust. Just the visual of him playing with his ass was mind-blowing for me. Now, he’s on his back. It’s my hands on his thighs, easing his muscular legs back and to the side. He reaches down with a lube-slick hand and lubricates my dick. I position myself at his entrance where I give a soft push.

  He takes in a sharp breath.

  “Did I hurt you?” I ask, pausing.

  He shakes his head and grabs my butt, taking control. He lets out a series of gasps as he sinks me deeper into his tight channel.

  By the time I’m in, I’m on the edge of exploding. I pause to give him a chance to catch his breath. It’s so very tight inside of him and I I’m toeing the line, threatening to fall over into ecstasy in a second.

  “Move,” he urges me, his voice husky and desperate. “Fuck me, Chris.”