Like Magnets, We Attract

by Jaye Valentine

  "Then I better make up for lost time."

  "You sure?"

  "I wasn't ‘til I saw you again this afternoon. Almost locked your door and tore your clothes off."

  "But you didn't."

  "I had to work, Zach. Lust is great, you know? But I keep my commitments."

  "A man of honor."

  "I'd like to think so,” Jake said. “But what the hell is all this talk about?"

  He pulled me close to him again, and then started to unbutton my shirt. I replied in kind, and we tossed the shirts on the sofa. He fumbled with my belt. “It's tricky,” I told him. By the time I loosened it, he was already shucking his own jeans. I followed suit. Tonight he was wearing tighty-whities and so was I; we yanked them down together. We drew closer and held each other, our lips meeting, hearts pounding, our erections bumping.

  Jake groaned and I understood. I felt fully alive for the first time since I'd returned home. I didn't even stop to worry if the feeling could continue. I was running on instinct and emotion. The animal in me took over and I could feel the same in Jake.

  "Let's try to take this slow,” he said. He pulled me close with his right hand while his left played with the wild ruffle of my hair. “Slow as we can."

  "Don't think I can,” I whispered. “I'm way too close now."

  "Me, too,” he said. “But I'd kinda like to remember this."

  We nuzzled cheek-to-cheek, and I relished the soft scour of Jake's late-day stubble as he took my waist and pulled me harder into him. My hands massaged his back. His muscles felt hard, strong and tense. I intended to work that tension out. Little hiccups of pleasure rose in his throat and jumped out as my fingers soothed his flesh. “Oh. Um. Yeah. Man! Nice.” It went on and we cooled just a bit.

  Then his lips started nibbling my neck just below my chin. Gradually, I turned so Jake was kissing the back of my neck. He trailed kisses downward in gentle slurps and nibbles until he reached the base of my spine. He rotated me back to him and his sweet mouth nipped at one nipple and then the other. My nubs jumped out with a jolt. I steadied myself with my head tilted up, my mouth gaping, enjoying wet kisses.

  As he moved toward the intersection of my legs, I gave him an opportunity to stop. I issued Jake a last warning. “Be careful,” I said hoarsely. “I might pop before even I know it."

  "Hope not,” he said, looking up at me staring down. “Not until you slide that juicy pole of yours down this very willing throat."

  With that, he licked around my quivering erection down through my dense bush to the heavy sac between my legs. He sucked gently on one nut then the other. I had always savored the mixture of sweat and excitement in a man's crotch; Jake seemed to enjoy the same. All I could say was, “Oooohhh,” as he opened wide and swept both of my wet balls inside. My hands clamped onto his shoulders to steady my feet.

  He kissed around my aching groin in swift thrusts, first one side and then the other. Finally, his lips dove onto my rigid cock, his tongue pushing back its hood and sweeping over the head, into my dribbling slit, playing with my glans like he could make it melt. The soft swipes got more and more insistent. I felt ready to buckle, and my voice became a low, rough growl.

  "Do it, Jake, suck my dick,” I sputtered. “You're gonna get it. Man, I'm almost there. Suck me!"

  Suddenly, he took my whole hard shaft down his throat. He sure seemed as excited as I was. His mouth slid up and down my throbbing pole. My balls drew up close and ready. I felt that exquisite rise in tension, and I tried to pull him off.

  "I want to do it, too,” I cried. “Let me suck you, too.” I looked at the huge prong that matched his big legs and feet, but Jake stopped only to tell me he was ready.

  "You've had your fun, Zach. Now I need your come gushing down my throat.” I understood, even though it was a pleasure I denied myself for way too long. It was Jake's turn to feel the joy unleashed in sucking a man's cock and taking his salty load. I let him suck and tongue my steely cock knowing my chance would come soon.

  His head bobbed in a rising frenzy. His hands clenched my ass and helped me fuck his face. My own hands busied with my excited nipples, pulling on one and then the other in a hard, pulsing rhythm. I bucked into his throat in one last thrust as my pleasure rippled, and then exploded.

  "I'm coming, Jake,” I moaned. “I'm coming, baby.” The spurts came long and fast. I trembled and leaned into him. He held onto me and kept on sucking until at last my spasms diminished and were gone. I bent down to kiss his swollen lips, licking a smear of my own come into my mouth. Our tongues shared the heat.

  "You're an animal,” I said when I was able to speak. “I never had a blow job like that."

  "Never came from a virgin mouth, Zach?” he said, smiling. “From that flood you shot, you've been saving up a while."

  "Probably longer than you have,” I said. We staggered to my bed and lay down.

  "Oh, I've been pretty active,” he said as I tousled his hair, “but unsatisfied."

  "With a talent like that you should leave anyone satisfied.” I gave him a sassy grin. “In fact, man, I can't believe you never did that before."

  "Well,” Jake said, “I have had practice.” With that, he kicked his long legs high up over his head. His hard dick grew even longer. His tongue looped out and swiped at his cock head. I saw his piss slit glisten with precome. He arched his back and opened his lips wide for his rigid dick. An inch, then another, another and one more slid through those luscious lips until his whole length was deep in his mouth.

  Jake's head lurched forward then back, sucking himself and making me crazy for my turn with his big hard-on. After about ten repetitions he uncurled and lay down flat on the bed beside me.

  "I guess you get the idea,” he said rather sheepishly.

  "Gives me a few, too,” I said.

  "Been doin’ that since I realized I could."

  I had to chuckle. “I never saw such big legs so far over someone's head. We'll find a use for that later. Now, it's time for me to put mine up in the air."

  Jake had that what-the-fuck look on his face when he apparently thought I was going to try and suck myself, too. “No, man, I'm going to stick my legs up in the air and you're going to do the work."

  "Again?” He grinned.

  "Why not? And we may break another taboo if you're game."

  "Name the sport and I'll try to play along,” Jake said.

  "Yes, sir,” I said as I angled my legs over my torso. “Now get down there and take a look."

  "Yes, Master Zach.” He hunched down and looked at my pucker. I knew it was pulsing in and out, but I couldn't control the twitchy itch I felt. “Looks cute. And friendlier than hell."

  "Well, baby, it's inviting you in. But you gotta do something to ease the way."

  "Lube?” Jake asked.

  "I prefer organic,” I told him. “Hawk some spit onto my hole and I'll be ready."

  There was a tiny pause while I thought he was trying to spit onto my rosebud. I heard a couple quick sniffs and a muttered, “Not bad,” and then there was a wet, soft probing as Jake stuck his tongue up my chute. There was plenty of spit, worked in by his hot, wriggling tongue.

  Jake was a quick learner at rimming. He pushed that tongue inside my tight hole and lubed every surface he could reach. My rosebud quickly relaxed.

  "Are you trying to make me melt down there?” I asked with some urgency.

  He appeared over me with a randy smile. “Isn't that kinda the object?"

  "Yeah,” I said, breathing hard. “First step. Now shove your big dick inside me. I bet you know what to do after that."

  "Ain't it gonna hurt?"

  "I hope so,” I told him. “But then it stops hurting and it feels like heaven."

  "Still looks kind of small,” he said with a fair amount of skepticism.

  "Because it wants to take you in and put a choke-hold on that dick you'll never forget. Now shove that damn thing in there. Don't tease."

  "Okay,” he said, pointing hi
s torpedo at the target and forcing the issue. I felt the tip of his beautiful cock at my hungry hole. There was that sublime expectation, the prodding at my opening, and then the agonizing entry. He grunted as my ass ring offered some resistance, then I pushed out and his big cock punched in with a pop.

  "Oh, God,” he said quietly, trembling. “I never felt anything this tight. Or smooth. Or hot. Oh, God.” He rotated his hips and I felt his dick swivel in my gut. He still seemed to be enjoying the vise-like grip I had on his hard flesh when he finally looked into my eyes. It was like he just now came to understand what Christmas was all about. “How ... how can I even move?"

  "In and out,” I said, commanding. “Around, up and down."

  "You're sure it doesn't hurt?” he asked.

  "You'll find out; your turn is coming,” I said, panting and needful. “Shit, do what makes you feel good, man, and I know it's going to make me feel better. Now fuck my hungry ass!"

  Slowly, he pulled back then slid forward again. After a few careful repetitions, I narrowed my eyes and assured him, “I'm not going to break, man. Dick me as hard as you ever did a pussy."

  Jake gave a little smile and seemed to relax. His dick sped up and penetrated even deeper.

  "That's it,” I said, giving encouragement. “Pound my butt like you're horny and mad at me."

  "I'm getting the hang of it,” he said in short, stilted breaths. “Jesus, I want to fuck the shit out of you!"

  "Yeah, ram it in, cocksucker. Fuck me with that dick and every other damn muscle you've got.” I reached out and tweaked his tits. His nasty moan told me to twist a little harder. I did. Sweat beaded across his face, ran down to his chin, and dripped onto my abs. I fingered some and slurped it into my mouth. That made him crazier.

  I wanted to bend up and kiss him, but I didn't want to break his concentration. Now, he was a runaway train headed straight up my chute, out of control, about to run off the tracks and leaving no doubt of the outcome.

  "Jesus, this is damn good!” He grunted. “What the hell took me so long?"

  "You were waiting for my ass,” I said. I gripped his sweaty balls, tugging them gently down, and then I reached up and my wet middle finger found his pucker. As we looked at each other, I slid it in very slowly. I stroked my tingling pecker with my other hand.

  "Don't play around, Zach. Wiggle that finger and I'm gonna shoot!"

  "Give it to me, go ahead, shoot that come! That's what it's made for, man. Fill my ass with your cream."

  "Fuck yeah,” Jake shouted as he lunged forward. “Take my jizz! I'm coming, fucker, I'm coming!"

  As his shots fired into me, my piss hole gaped and spewed white ribbons of come all over my abs and chest like some kind of paint-drip masterpiece. When Jake stopped shaking, he eased his still-hard cock out of my ass and collapsed beside me.

  He scooped two fingers of come off my stomach and swirled it into his mouth. “A guy could get used to a snack like this.” He smiled, and then his lips were on mine and the kiss was sweet. We cuddled a long time before we said anything more.

  "So,” Jake finally said. “What's next?"

  "Next? Do we have to worry about some ... sequence? Why not spend the night and see what tomorrow brings?

  "Tomorrow?” he said. “I haven't looked forward to a tomorrow for a long, long time.” Giving me another of his shit-eating grins, he added, “Of course, I did take tomorrow and Friday as vacation days."

  I punched him in the arm. He laughed. We held each other and drifted to sleep.

  When I woke there was a palpable glow in the room although it was still the middle of night. Jake slept beside me, his chest rising slowly then going to rest again. I felt peaceful for the first time since returning to Bleeker. It may have been a deeper peace than I'd ever felt before.

  I watched until Jake stirred, and those great brown eyes opened and looked in my direction. I had a sudden fear of what he might be thinking. We said nothing for a long time. At last he snuggled closer, eyes averted. I understood, without seeing, that those eyes were filled with tears.

  "I never knew,” he said softly as he turned back to look at me. “I never, ever knew this was possible."

  I stroked his head gently. “It is. Together it is. All things are possible."

  And we lay together, wordlessly, until night was gone and daylight crept into our lives. There was no more darkness.

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  Against the Current

  by Heidi Champa

  I knew I had made a mistake as soon as my feet hit the sand. It was hot out, I was coated in neoprene, and I was still shivering. The waves crashed in front of me, each one growing bigger than the last. The brochure was right—best surfing in Victoria. Surfing twice in California had done nothing to prepare me for the waves in Australia. The pro tour stopped here, for Christ's sake. I had no business even dipping a toe in. Bells Beach was for people who could surf. I was not one of those people.

  A steady stream of guys and a few girls ran past me, throwing themselves onto their boards with abandon, paddling out past the breakers. When I saw the six-year-old with his board strapped to his pencil-thin ankle run by and wave, I knew I had no choice but to try. My buddy Greg was long gone, having caught several waves already. He was out in the calm, sitting on his board, talking to a girl who was also taking a break. He wasted no time. This entire trip had been his idea. After all, he was the one who could surf. I was just along for the ride.

  I stood with the water lapping at my feet, trying to calm my nerves. They all made it look so easy, gliding effortlessly, turning the board back and forth through the water. Greg had tried to teach me, but the only times I had ever surfed I barely got a chance to stand up before the wave pushed me right over again. But I was determined to try. With a little luck, I would not make a complete ass of myself in front of these people who seemed to be more fish than human.

  Just as I was ready to head out, the six-year-old caught the edge of a beautiful wave and rode it like a pro trapped in miniature form. He came to the end of his ride and a small burst of applause filled the heavy air around me. Keeping my dignity might be too much to ask for, after all.

  I started dragging myself into the surf before I could change my mind. Despite its claim of being lightweight, my board felt like lead by the time I was up to my knees in clear blue water. I still had a way to go before I got past the breakers, but already I needed a rest. I stood and watched Greg catch a wave, his fellow real surfers pausing to take in his ride. I kept trudging through the slog of the oncoming waves, trying not to swallow any more water. Finally, I got on top of my board and paddled out to the relative calm where the others congregated. Greg soon joined me, and before I knew it he was talking me into attempting a ride.

  "Come on, you didn't come here to sit all day."

  "No, but I didn't come here to die, either."

  "You won't die. These people know how to save tourists."

  His smile made me want to punch him in the face. I saw the swells growing and coming toward us. It was now or never; I had to bite the bullet and get one ride out of the way. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. After all, I wasn't that uncoordinated. Greg started to paddle toward the wave break and I followed. But, while he popped right up and rode the wave away, I found the experience a lot less transcendent. As I tried to get my feet underneath me, the board swamped with water, sending my lurching body right up and over without missing a beat. Soon, I was underwater, the churn stinging my eyes and nose. When I came up, I saw Greg paddling back out, triumphant in yet another success. His new lady friend was duly impressed. This process went on for a little bit longer, until I actually managed to get my feet underneath me and surf for a good five seconds in a squatting position before I fell again. The tiny victory did little to mend my broken ego and my increasingly broken body. Everything hurt, and I could barely see from the salt water stinging my eyes.

  Despite Greg's protests I headed to shore, collapsing into the sand upon my ret
urn, any illusions I had about keeping my dignity and manhood long gone. In an unceremonious heap, I gasped for air, trying to get the last of the water out of my lungs. I couldn't open my eyes, and caring about my image was the last thing my brain could fathom. I felt a shadow fall across me, and I forced myself to look up. I had to shield my eyes from the sun, but I could make out the large shape of an honest-to-God surf god.

  "G'day. How ya going?"

  Great—just what I needed. I groaned out loud at the sound of his voice. Hell, he could be a lifeguard, coming to see if I was dead. Just doing his job. I peeked out from behind my hand to look at him. He was cute.

  "I've been better. Obviously, surfing isn't my strong suit. I'm just taking a break."

  He laughed at my attempt at humor. With a little too much effort, I sat up, still shielding my eyes to look at him. He plunked down in the sand next to me.

  "Well, I've seen better, that's for sure. From what I could see, your balance is all off."

  "I think that's the least of my problems. I can barely stand on the damn thing. This trip was my friend's idea; I just went along with it. As far as I'm concerned, surfing is too humiliating to be a sport."

  "Spoken like someone who's never actually ridden a wave before."

  He had a point. I hadn't done anything remotely close to surfing. It was more like tossing myself around the ocean with something strapped to my leg.

  "Maybe I should ask the six-year-old over there for some lessons."

  His smile was perfect, like he belonged on a poster at the Quicksilver store down the road in Torquay. I thought guys like him were just an Australian myth. But here he was, real as they come.

  "He's all booked up, but I might be able to squeeze you in. I have some other tourists coming by, but I could probably make room for you."

  "Thanks. But, I think I'm a lost cause. Save your energy for someone who isn't hopeless."

  "There is no such thing as hopeless. Just a challenge. And I'm always up for a challenge. Besides, you came all this way. You should get something out of the trip."

  The way he said it was deliberately provocative, or at least it felt that way to me. Maybe I had hit my head or something. That's what I thought until his hand came to rest on my shoulder. His eyes cut right through me.