by A. T Brennan
“You don’t owe me shit, Blaze.” I stopped and grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at me. “I didn’t help you that night so you’d owe me, and I sure as hell didn’t come here for some hypothetical favor to cash in on in the future.”
“Then why did you do it?”
“Because you needed help. It’s called being a decent fucking person.” I studied him as I spoke, and by the tightening of his jaw I knew he hadn’t met a lot of those in his life. “I’m not that guy, Blaze. Remember I told you that?”
“Yeah.”
“Then trust me. You don’t owe me anything, okay?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I let go of his arm and he fell into step beside me as I started walking again.
We reached my car about twenty seconds later, and as I unlocked the doors I nodded for him to get in.
“So, Thaddeus Templeton?” I asked, shooting him a sly look as I started the car and pulled away from the curb.
“Shut up. I swear my parents hated me even before they found out I was gay.”
“What happened when they did, if you don’t mind me asking?”
He looked at me, his eyes boring into mine for a moment, and then sighed.
“My family is very religious. My father’s a pastor and my mother is a church wife. I was always different, but I didn’t even realize I was gay until they sent me to conversion camp when I was thirteen.”
“What?” I felt my stomach clench as I glanced at him. “Conversion camp?”
“I was a small kid, pretty skinny and I looked kind of feminine. I didn’t hit a real growth spurt until I was sixteen so my dad tried to make me into a man’s man. I liked sports but wasn’t good at them. I hated hunting and loved music. I didn’t play with dolls or wear my mom’s heels around, but dad was worried I was too ‘girly’ so he sent me to camp to man me up.
“Twenty boys between the ages of twelve and sixteen, all struggling with their sexuality.” He smirked. “Even with all the lectures and praying, not to mention the back breaking work and fucked up therapy sessions, it didn’t stop us from exploring our urges with each other right under their noses.”
“What kind of therapy?”
“The kind where they’d make us watch straight porn, tell us to jack off to it while they watched and made sure we finished. Hell, they even brought hookers in for the older boys and would force them to fuck them.”
“Jesus.”
“It was all in His name.” Blaze leaned back against the seat and sighed again. “My roommate was my first kiss, and I knew for sure right then that I was gay. I played it straight after that, tried to be what my parents wanted, but they caught me looking at some pictures of naked men a year later and I was sent back to camp.”
I could hear the pain in his voice and reached over to put my hand over his, to offer some sort of comfort.
“It was more of the same, only I was one of the boys who was supposed to fuck one of the hookers. I couldn’t do it. I could fake it when I was looking at porn because I’d focus on the guy, but when there was a chick splayed out in front of me I couldn’t pretend and I couldn’t get hard.”
“Blaze?” I gripped his hand tighter when I heard his voice catch.
“One of the so-called therapists decided it was time for some intensive therapy...”
His hand gripped mine so hard my knuckles cracked.
“It’s okay, Blaze. You don’t have to tell me anymore,” I said softly. My heart was already breaking for thirteen and fourteen year old Blaze, and I was scared to hear the rest.
“I have to say it, if that makes sense. I’ve only told two other people.”
“Why don’t you take a minute? We’re almost at my place and then you can talk somewhere safe.”
He nodded but kept a grip on my hand.
I pulled into my building a few minutes later and parked in my spot. One of the nice things about living in a penthouse was the private elevator so Blaze wouldn’t have to see anyone while he was feeling so vulnerable.
When we were out of the car I grabbed his hand again, trying to give him something to anchor himself, and punched the code into the elevator’s keypad. It didn’t take long to get to my floor, and after putting the house code into the keypad next to my front door I led Blaze inside.
I didn’t have that many places to sit so I brought him into the living room and we sat together on the couch.
“Are you okay?” I asked, not bothering to pull my hand from his since he had a death grip on it.
“Yeah. It’s just hard to talk about.”
“Take your time.”
“The counsellor brought me into his office and made me take off my clothes. I had to stand there, naked, for almost an hour while he read bible verses to me. Then he told me to bend over the desk.”
My stomach lurched and adrenaline poured out of my glands and into my veins. No, I had to be wrong. What I was thinking hadn’t happened. It couldn’t have.
“He made me pray and beg for forgiveness while he fucked me with a dildo.”
“Oh god...” I had to swallow to stop myself from throwing up. I’d been half right.
“It hurt so much. I’d only ever kissed a guy so it was my first time, really. I was crying and praying, hoping he’d stop, but he didn’t. Not until there was blood.”
I didn’t think I could sit there and hear this anymore, but I couldn’t stop Blaze when he was bearing his soul like this. Instead of pulling him into a hug like I wanted to, I grabbed his other hand and bit my lip.
“After that I played the part and had them believing I’d been cured. They sent me home and I did everything I could to be the perfect son. I even started dating a girl, my dad’s best friend’s daughter. It was fine. Our religion forbid anything except holding hands so I didn’t have to fake anything with her. Two months before I turned sixteen I forgot to clear my browser history and my dad found out I’d been watching gay porn. He started ranting, slapped the shit out of me while my mother was on her fucking knees praying to God, asking Him why she’d been cursed with a perverted son. Dad packed me one bag of clothes, handed me the cash out of his wallet and told me to get the fuck out of his house and to never come back. That was the last time I saw either of them.”
“I’m so sorry, Blaze. I can’t even imagine what you went through being on your own.”
“A lot.” He dropped his gaze and tried to pull his hands free, but I held on.
“Is that what your record is for? Doing what you had to do to survive?”
He looked at me, surprise registering on his face before he nodded.
“It was the only way to get money. I hated it, but I couldn’t do anything else.”
“You survived, that’s all that matters.”
“You really don’t think I’m fucked up? I sold myself, my body.”
“You sold the only commodity you had.” I shook my head. “You did what you had to. I don’t think you’re fucked up, I think you’re amazing.”
His jaw dropped at my words and his eyes misted over. Even as he’d been telling me about the abuse he’d suffered, he hadn’t teared up. The fact that my words were affecting him as much as they were told me he wasn’t used to kindness, or understanding.
“You were fifteen and had been cast out by the people who are supposed to love and care for you, all because they couldn’t accept who you are. You survived and you’ve kept your humanity even after all the shit that was done to you. You’re amazing, Blaze. I’m fucking in awe of you.”
I watched as he blinked a few times, pulled in a deep breath, and then seemed to get lost in his thoughts for a few seconds. When he looked at me again the tears were gone and the pain had been replaced by acceptance.
He let go of my hands, but as he did he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, and that simple, almost innocent move, made my cock swell as lust hit me like a lightning bolt.
Before I could stop myself, or think about what I was doing, I reached out and gra
bbed the back of Blaze’s neck, pulling him toward me.
His lips crashed down on mine, his hands grabbing my thighs so he didn’t fall over, and I was lost.
A deep moan escaped my body as his lips began moving against mine, and I’d been right about them. They were warm and soft, but still firm and demanding. I didn’t even have time to think about the fact that I was kissing a guy before my mind shut down and all I knew was physical pleasure.
My other hand came up so I could hold Blaze by the neck, angling his face so I could take over the kiss. My lips teased his, and then I gently nipped at his bottom lip with my teeth before soothing the soft skin with my tongue.
The moan of pure pleasure Blaze let out sent my instincts and arousal into overdrive and I needed more. My tongue thrust between his lips, and Blaze immediately opened for me so I could taste and touch every part of his mouth. Then he sucked my tongue into his mouth and teased it with the tip of his and I almost saw stars.
I had to pull away from him so I could draw in a deep breath as my vision started to go hazy. My eyes opened and all I could see was Blaze’s expression. His beautiful green eyes were dark with lust, his lips were swollen and glistening from my kiss, and his cheeks were flushed. He was breathing just as heavily as I was, but he didn’t make a move.
I wanted him. Fuck me, I wanted all of him. I didn’t care that he was a guy or that he had a dick instead of a pussy. In that moment I didn’t see Blaze as a man, I saw him as a beautiful and perfect person, and I needed him.
Instead of saying anything that might ruin the moment, I let go of his neck and reached for the waistband of his jeans.
Blaze gasped as I pulled the button open, and then his mouth was on mine again as he ran his hand over my aching cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed as he squeezed me through my pants. “Stand up.”
He didn’t pause. He just dropped his hand from me and stood. Without another word I took his hand and led him down the hall to my bedroom.
As soon as we were inside I grabbed him by the hips and pulled him against me so I could kiss him again. I tried to go slow but the moment I felt his hard cock press against mine I lost my tenuous hold on the little control I had left.
Still kissing him like he was my source of oxygen I shrugged off my suit jacket and then yanked my shirt free from my pants. As soon as the tails were out I ripped open my pants and shoved them down so I could pull my cock free.
Blaze had already pushed his own pants down, and when his hand closed over my hot flesh I gasped and pulled away.
“I’m too close. I need to be inside you.”
He nodded and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. I watched as he thumbed out a condom, and I grabbed it from him, knocking the wallet on the floor as I gripped his shoulders. He didn’t protest as I spun him around and pushed him face down on my bed.
The moment I saw his ass on display, ready and waiting for me, my need doubled and I hastily ripped open the condom and rolled it on. I spit on my hand and rubbed it over the condom to slick it up a bit, then used my hands to split the globes of Blaze’s ass apart. When I saw his hole, pink and quivering, I almost shot right then.
“Fuck.” I took a second to spit on him, then pressed the head of my cock against his hole.
It had been almost six months since I’d had sex, and that had been with an escort I hadn’t kissed. It had taken me awhile to get worked up enough to come with her, and one look at Blaze’s ass and I was teetering so close to orgasm I didn’t know if I’d actually make it inside him before I spilled.
Taking a deep breath I gripped his hips and started to push into him, crying out as the tightest, warmest channel I could have ever imagined enveloped me.
Chapter Six
Blaze
I gripped the comforter in my hands and tried to brace myself as I felt Galen push into me. The moment his cock breached my outer muscles pain shot through me and I had to bite my tongue and close my eyes so he wouldn’t notice.
He didn’t pause, and with no lube it fucking hurt as he shoved his dick inside me and bottomed out on the first thrust.
I liked a little pain when it came to sex, and loved feeling the burn when my lover pushed into me, but this went beyond a little pain and it felt like I was being split in two. I’d hoped my need would make this a little easier, but with no prep there was no pleasure.
I couldn’t stop the grunts and groans from escaping my lips, even as I tried to force them back. Galen’s pace was relentless, and he was pounding inside me as he cried out in pleasure. I knew I could stop this. I was positive one word would bring him back to reality and he’d stop, but I needed the connection more than I wanted the pleasure. So, instead of saying anything I moved my arm so I could bite down on my wrist, hoping that would stifle my cries and give me something else to focus on.
Galen must have seen the move because he suddenly stopped thrusting inside me.
“Blaze?” his worried voice echoed in my ears as I struggled to pull in a breath. “Jesus, Blaze!”
He pulled out of me and hauled me up against his body, wrapping his arms around me as he held me.
“Why?” he whispered in my ear. “Why did you let me hurt you?”
“Because I need this. I need you.”
“You have me, Blaze. Tell me how to do this right. How do I make this good for you?”
I could feel his now flaccid cock against my thigh and gripped his arm with my hand. I’d gone soft the moment he’d entered me.
“I need lube. Spit doesn’t work. I have some in my wallet.”
He pulled away from me and I put my hands on the bed to anchor myself. He came back up behind me and gently rubbed my back.
“We can stop—”
“No, I want this.” I stood and turned to face him. “Please.”
He nodded, then looked at the lube. He’d also brought my spare condom.
Galen had never been with a guy before, and by his actions I knew he was clueless about gay sex. Instead of putting him on the spot I took the pack from him and ripped it open. I squirted half of it on my fingers and rubbed them so I could warm it up.
He pulled off the used condom and bit his lip as he watched me reach behind my body.
“Can I see what you’re doing?” he asked tentatively.
I nodded and turned around, bending back over the bed as I worked my fingers and the lube into my body.
I heard Galen suck in a breath and a few seconds later his cock nudged my cheek. He was hard again so I knew he liked what he was seeing.
“Put the condom on and use the rest of the lube on it.” I glanced over my shoulder at him. The way he was staring at my fingers, the pure and naked lust in them made my own dick fill until I was painfully hard again.
When Galen was covered and slicked up, I pulled my fingers free and wiped the excess lube on my pant leg.
“Just go slow until you feel me push back. Once you’re in then go to town, it’ll just take a second for me to get used to you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“You won’t. I just needed to be prepped. If you’re having trouble, try picturing a chick. The hair should help.”
I expected to feel his cock against my opening, instead his hands gripped my shoulders and he hauled me up and spun me around.
I was shocked to see anger in his eyes, and his grip on my shoulders was painful.
“Listen to me carefully, Blaze. I’m doing this because I want you. I don’t need to picture you as anyone else because I want to fuck you.” He yanked me forward and gave me a searing kiss. “I’ve never gotten this hard, this fast before. Never felt this kind of need. Not with any ‘chick’. So cut that shit out.”
I had no idea what to say, but I could see he was telling me the truth.
“Fuck this.”
I thought he was going to call it off and step away from me. Instead he started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Get naked. I want to see all of you.”
It didn’t take long for us to strip off our clothes, and as soon as I pulled off my last sock Galen was kissing me, grinding his cock against mine until we were both gasping and desperate. When he let go of me I started to turn around, but he shoved me on the bed so I landed on my back.
His body was perfection. He was lean so his muscles didn’t bulge, but he had incredible definition. I desperately wanted to run my tongue over each and every one of his abs, and his cock was long and thick and perfect with a slight curve to it that made my mouth water. I loved sucking dick, and I could only imagine how hard and hot Galen would feel in my mouth.
He was stronger than I thought he’d be and he easily moved both of our bodies up the mattress before settling between my legs. The fire was still in his eyes, and when he looked down at his cock I pulled my legs up and back, opening myself to him.
This time, when he pushed his cock against my hole, he moved slowly. I could feel my body stretching around him, and then there was that awesome burn I loved so much. By the time he was halfway in I was ready for him, and I needed more.
I thrust my hips up, forcing him to bottom out inside me. I half expected him to have his eyes closed, but he was staring at me, his irises dark and his lips parted as he struggled to maintain control.
“Don’t hold back. Fuck me, Galen.” I nodded, groaning in pleasure as waves of heat washed over me. Even staying completely still he was driving me wild with need.
With an animalistic cry Galen leaned forward, pressing me into the mattress as his lips sought mine in a crushing kiss. He was thrusting inside me so hard and fast I was sliding up the bed, and it was fucking awesome.
I loved the feel of his beard against my skin, reveled in the slight scratching that told me my skin was turning red from the friction. I was crying out and grunting like a porn star, but then again, so was he.
His hands moved down my arms, and when he found my fingers he twined them with his as he pinned them next to my head, holding onto me as he fucked me harder than I’d ever gotten it before. I could feel the start of my orgasm as he drove me higher and higher, and white-hot heat burned through my body as he filled me over and over again. But it wasn’t enough.