Tipping the Balance

by Koehler, Christopher

  “Like what you see?” Brad said.

  Drew nodded slowly. Did he ever. Brad’s shoulders looked like they went on for miles. Strong deltoids gave way to large biceps that he knew were strong and not merely ornamental.

  Brad followed Drew’s gaze. “Bit of a farmer’s tan.”

  “Do you hear me complaining?”

  And Drew kept on looking. The hair on Brad’s chest—hairy enough to enjoy but not Sasquatch hairy—started abruptly at the top of his rounded pecs, not like some bearish guys he’d been with where the hair went up and over the shoulders and down the back. Drew liked hairy chests, not missing links.

  Drew hardly knew where to look next, so he settled for running his hands over Brad’s chest. The hair continued down the contours of his abs, but not around his hard obliques. Drew splayed his hands out and ran his thumbs down the treasure trail. He shivered. He was going to see the end of the trail.

  “You’re amazing,” Drew whispered.

  Brad blushed. “How come no one’s ever noticed but you?”

  “They’re blind and stupid, and their oversight is my gain,” Drew said. “But you know what else?”

  Brad shook his head.

  “I’m not just talking about your body.”

  With that, Drew scissored and twisted and rolled, pinning Brad beneath him. He smirked as he held Brad’s arms over his head.

  “How’d you do that?” Brad said.

  “My brief high-school wrestling stint,” Drew said.

  “You wrestled?” Brad said, teasing doubt clear in his tone.

  “I told you it was brief. They told me I was too small, and I switched to cross-country. But I can still take the big ones down when I need to,” Drew said. He loved pinning big guys like Brad down. Sure, they both knew Brad could break free, but making him want to stay put, that was the fun of it.

  “You don’t look that small to me,” Brad blurted.

  “I got tired of being small, so I started lifting,” Drew said, smirking as he ground against the hard cock he felt straining beneath him in Brad’s shorts. “You’ve been looking, have you?”

  Brad blushed harder.

  “It’s okay, you know. In fact, I like knowing that you’re looking, that you admire all my hard work with the iron,” Drew said. He’d never been one for being built just for the sake of it, but knowing Brad was looking? That’d get him hard every time he thought about it.

  “Hey… how come I’m the only one with my shirt off?” Brad said.

  Drew looked down at him. “Can I trust you to behave?”

  “As much as you ever can,” Brad said.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of. Why don’t you unbutton my shirt? That’ll keep your hands somewhere I can see them,” Drew said. Maybe Brad’s first time with a man would be less frightening, would cause fewer regrets later, if it was something he did with Drew instead of Drew doing to him.

  “Can I?”

  Drew liked the mixture of hesitation with his man’s usual bravado, but right then, he needed to feel Brad’s hands. He nodded.

  Almost shyly, Brad reached up to undo the first button up near Drew’s neck. The look of intense concentration made Drew smile. His man could be so serious.

  One button, then two, then three. Brad’s touch through the fabric teased him, making him tense up with longing, with anticipation.

  Then Brad slipped his large hands inside for a moment, and Drew gasped.

  “Are my hands cold?”

  “No! But slow is killing me,” Drew muttered.

  “Yeah?” Brad said, smiling. “I think I like you desperate.”

  “I’m there,” Drew breathed.

  Chuckling, Brad undid Drew’s shirt the rest of the way. “This what you want?”

  “It’s a start,” Drew said as Brad began a hesitant exploration.

  “You’re not as hairy as I am, but I think you’re more muscular,” Brad said.

  “Yeah?” Drew said. He shivered as Brad touched his nipples.

  “You like that too?”

  Drew nodded. “Pretty much anything I do to you I’ll like in return.”

  “That’s… yeah, that makes sense,” Brad said. Drew could hear a hitch in his voice.

  “Who knows what makes a man hot like another man?” Drew said, stroking Brad’s chest.

  “Yeah, I’m getting that picture,” Brad said. He flicked Drew’s nipples this time, a little clumsily, but Drew wasn’t complaining. “I like making you feel good, like you make me feel.”

  Drew rewarded him by leaning down and kissing him. It was time to move things along. He didn’t want Brad coming in his pants again. He wanted Brad coming in him.

  He leaned forward and kissed Brad, just enjoying the gentle caress of lips on lips for a moment. But he had other goals that night, other destinations in mind for his lips and tongue. He nipped Brad’s lip before biting his way down Brad’s jaw. The stubble might’ve jarred Brad out of the moment once, but it was just one more reminder that Drew was making love to a man, another piece of wood thrown on the bonfire they built between them.

  He sucked on Brad’s neck for a few moments, but not enough to raise a mark. They were past that tonight. He had to scoot down off Brad’s groin, but the way Brad rocked his pelvis up into him, it was time.

  “If you liked my hands, you’re gonna love this,” Drew murmured. He kissed first one nipple, then the other, slowly lapping at one while sliding his palm over the other. He glanced up at Brad and saw the whites of his eyes through half-closed lids. Yeah, he was a tit pig, all right.

  “Damn, baby,” Brad panted. “You—”

  Then he nipped at one, just enough teeth to zap Brad’s cock.

  “Drew!” Brad barked. “Oh my God.”

  Drew continued his ministrations, teasing and even tormenting Brad, whose cries and groans further amped his own need, even though he could tell Brad wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands.

  “It’s okay to touch me,” he said, gently taking one of Brad’s hands and placing it over his own cock, almost painfully hard behind shorts and underwear. “In fact, I’d like it.”

  “Sorry, I just—”

  “Don’t be sorry,” Drew said, coming up from Brad’s chest long enough kiss him. “Here, just a minute.”

  Drew climbed off the bed and made quick work of his remaining clothes. Brad watched him with huge eyes, and Drew knew this was the first time he’d ever seen a naked man, at least naked for the only reason that counted right then. This wasn’t a gym locker room, this was a bedroom, and they were there for one reason.

  Then Drew went for the button and drawstring holding Brad’s cargo shorts onto his hips, and Brad’s eyes grew wider still. Drew looked down, and Brad’s gray boxer-briefs were spotted where he leaked pre-cum.

  “Hmmmm, I do like that,” Drew said, lowering himself down to the bed. He mouthed Brad’s length through the cotton, avoiding the leaking head. He wanted to keep Brad revved to a fever pitch, not provoke a repeat of the last time they’d been this hot and heavy.

  He smiled as Brad reached down to paw inexpertly at his own equipment. Gotta love those long arms.

  Then Brad hesitated.

  “What’s wrong?” Drew asked, trying not to sound too cranky. He could tell something was wrong, but he was really ready for Brad to touch him. Hell, he was ready for Brad to maul him.

  Drew sat up. He’d half expected something like this. Brad said one thing, but feelings were feelings and not always so easy to change. He’d be disappointed if they stopped, more than, but he’d be crushed if this became an issue between them. Blue balls hadn’t killed anyone yet. “Talk to me, Brad. I can tell something’s bothering you.”

  “I don’t know,” Brad muttered. “I mean, I want to, it’s just….”

  Drew sighed. He told himself this was the last time, the absolute last time, he was going to read between the lines. At some point, he had to take Brad at face value, respecting his words as much as he tried to respect
his feelings. “Is it the gay sex thing?”

  “Yeah, you know me pretty well, I guess,” Brad said, smiling shyly. “It’s just… I get in trouble when I start thinking. I want to. It’s sex with you. But… it’s also sex with a guy. Gay sex. That’s a lot to wrap my mind around. I don’t know about doing everything gay guys do.”

  Drew rolled his eyes. He couldn’t help it. They still had so far to go. “You know, I’ve never had ‘straight’ sex. To me, it’s just sex, something two people who lo—who want to make each other feel good do. I don’t get taking stuff off the table just because it might be ‘gay’.”

  “I mean, I’m not sure about getting fucked,” Brad whispered. “About sucking your cock. You know, the stuff women do.”

  Drew set that aside. This was not the time or the place for it. “Well, lucky for us,” he said, “I’m all over that.” He palmed Brad’s cock again, pleased to see he hadn’t lost much of his erection. “Think you’re still up for this, big guy?”

  Brad exhaled shakily. “Yeah, I think so.”

  “You only think so?” Drew said, pulling down Brad’s underwear to free his cock. “Maybe I can do something to make you sure.”

  “Yeah?” Brad said, definitely interested.

  “Yeah,” Drew said before he flicked his tongue against the head of Brad’s dick. He ran his tongue up and down the underside to tease.

  “That feels good,” Brad said.

  Then Drew took as much in his mouth as he could. Drew grinned as he reduced Brad to babbling incoherency.

  Drew kept at it until Brad’s hips started to rock; then he pulled off.

  “Damn, Drew,” Brad breathed.

  “That’s yours, whenever you want it,” Drew said, slowly stroking him, “or just about. But now,” he said, looking Brad right in the eyes, “I want you to fuck me.”

  Brad gulped. “Okay.”

  Drew thought it might’ve been easier for Brad if he were lying on his belly. He could fuck Drew and tell himself whatever he needed to, to make it easier. Same deal with Drew on his hands and knees. But that wasn’t how it was going to be. While Drew sympathized with what Brad was going through, he refused to be anything other than what he was, a gay man. He’d fought too hard for that identity to compromise or retreat even an inch back into the closet.

  Drew also knew himself well. He knew how selfish he could be, and the sight of a hot, hairy, muscled man flexing and thrusting over him rocked him like nothing else. He wanted to see Brad’s face when he came. He wanted Brad to see his.

  Drew pulled condoms and lube out of the nightstand drawer. “Here’s how this works,” he said, rolling onto his back. His voice was soft, but his words relentless. He pulled his knees up. “Lots of lube. One finger, and there’s a surprise up there.”

  “A what?” Brad said, giving him a skeptical look.

  Drew made a hook with his index finger. “Once you’re up to the second knuckle, feel around. You’ll find it. Anyway, after one comes two, then three, then this,” he said, putting Brad’s cock, still steely hard despite its owner’s nerves, over his passage, “goes here.”

  “Right,” Brad breathed, a little shaky. “I can do this.”

  “We can do this, Brad. Both of us. Together.”

  Brad gave him a look of such relief and gratitude that it almost made Drew speak up, made him tell Brad it was okay, that they didn’t have to do this. But the reality was he very much wanted to, and judging by Brad’s cock, he did too.

  When Brad fumbled with the condom, Drew sat up. He stilled Brad’s hand, and with an amused twist to his lips, he said, “Here, I’ll show you something else.”

  He took the bottle of lube and dripped a few drops onto Brad’s rod.

  “Damn, that’s cold. Are you trying to kill the wood?”

  Drew tore open the foil packet and pulled out the rubber. “Sorry about that. A little lube makes it feel better, at least until we’ve been together long enough to ride bareback.”

  Brad rolled the condom down over his cock as Drew leaned back and pulled his legs back up.

  “Lots of lube,” Brad said, squirting some into his hand.

  Drew nodded. “Lots. You can’t really use too much.”

  “Gotcha.” Brad slicked his finger up and, with a deep breath, put it against Drew’s hole.

  Drew shivered, smiling, as the electric tingle rolled over him. He loved this, loved that it was Brad.

  With a look of utmost concentration, Brad pushed his finger inside, and Drew consciously relaxed. Brad looked so serious and cute that he wanted to sit up and kiss him, but—

  “Oh yeah,” Drew whispered, shuddering as the first intense wave of pleasure rolled across his body.

  “Yeah? I found it?” Brad said, probing with more confidence. He circled Drew’s gland with his finger, rubbing around it gently.

  Drew nodded, swallowing. “You found it. You’ve got one too. That’s the secret of gay sex. When you do it right, it feels beyond incredible.”

  “Am I doing it right?” Brad said, adding a second finger.

  “So far, so good.”

  “I’m big,” Brad pointed out.

  “I know, and I can’t wait to feel it fuck me.”

  “You know, I’m getting a little impatient for that myself,” Brad admitted. He pulled his fingers out and squirted more lube on them before returning them plus a third to Drew’s passage.

  “You feel so good,” Drew said, “and you’re about to feel great. Are you ready?”

  Brad nodded, withdrawing his fingers. More lube went on his latex-sheathed cock, and then he was up close to Drew.

  Drew felt the blunt tip poking at his hole. “Go slow,” he cautioned, willing himself to relax. “It’s been a while, and like you said, you’re big, Mr. Modesty.”

  “You’re cute,” Brad said, grinning.

  “And you’re—oh yeah, God, that feels damn good,” Drew said as Brad slid over—and over and over—his prostate, filling him. The penetration combined with the sight of Brad, big and muscular and just right, looming over him with lust in his eyes had him close.

  “You’re so tight. This is… wow,” Brad breathed. “I’m not going to last long, not like this.”

  Brad pulled back experimentally, pushing back in, filling Drew again, making his body hum. Then again, a little further out, a little faster back in. Then again, deeper and deeper as he gained confidence.

  “S’okay, I won’t either, now fuck me. You’re in. I won’t break.”

  Bracing his hands on either side of Drew’s body, Brad leaned over and started thrusting in and out, all the way up to pubes and back out until the head alone remained in Drew’s ass.

  “Harder,” Drew gasped. The fullness was incredible, the slide over his prostate mind-blowing. He felt the heat and light of his climax rising around him as his body sang with pleasure.

  Then Brad slammed home, ramming him. “Yeah!” Drew cried as Brad pumped into him hard and fast.

  “Gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” Brad grunted, red and sweaty over him.

  Reaching awkwardly around Brad’s arm, Drew tried to stroke himself. Brad saw, then shifted his weight to one hand and gingerly took Drew in the other.

  “Brad,” Drew panted. “Feels great. You’re amazing.”

  Brad’s rhythm faltered as he tried to stroke and fuck Drew at the same time, but he got the tempo back together and made Drew fly.

  “Getting close,” Drew panted.

  Brad’s breath came harder and harder, matching Drew’s own. “Almost there….”

  Then, suddenly, Drew was there, filled with light and life and Brad as spots danced before his eyes. His body rocked as he pumped blast after clenching blast of cum onto his chest.

  “Drew!” Brad cried, and just like that, he was done, his rhythm slowing as he rode his own cresting orgasm. “Drew,” he repeated, softly this time as he caught his breath.

  Drew ran his hands gently over Brad’s back. Now was the moment of truth. As the lust cle
ared, would Brad pull out and pull away from him, filled with regret and loathing for them both? Or would he—

  Brad leaned forward, into Drew’s arms, and Drew released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

  “Drew,” Brad murmured, nuzzling his neck, kissing him softly. “That was… amazing.”

  Drew held onto Brad, as in the wake of their lovemaking he felt too vulnerable to be alone. To his relief and delight, Brad worked his arms under him and held him tighter, ignoring the cooling, sticky mess between them. “Stay with me tonight?”