by Cardeno C.
I chuckled. “Not yet. I’m just walking in the door. But I had plans for some fun during my shower.”
One of the things I enjoyed about dating Micah—yes, I could admit that we were dating, at least to myself—was our friendship. I could joke around with him like I had with my old teammates and frat brothers. But that joking took on an extra layer of fun, because it often turned into flirting. I hadn’t ever had that with any of the women I’d dated, and I found I liked it. I liked so many things about Micah.
“How about we have some fun together instead?” he asked.
I got my mind back onto our conversation and focused on the meaning of his words. “What do you mean? Like phone sex?”
Micah chuckled again. “Yeah, just like that. So what are you wearing?”
I pressed the phone between my shoulder and my ear and turned back to my still open front door. “Oh, come on.”
I kicked the door shut and flipped the lock. Then I bent down and picked up my gym bag and keys. I dropped the keys on the table by the front door and took the gym bag into the bedroom with me.
“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do, Ben, but you’re not cooperating.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m wearing assless chaps, a leather vest, and a dog collar. What are you wearing?”
I assumed Micah had been taking a drink or something, because he suddenly started coughing and gasping for air. I unpacked my gym bag and waited for him to catch his breath.
“Oh, wow,” he finally sputtered. “That was some image you just painted for me.”
“Yeah? You into that kind of thing?”
“No, I much prefer buttoned-up pretty-boy types. With brown hair and brown eyes. About six foot, three inches tall. With soft pouty lips. And hard bodies.”
I unlaced my shoes and kicked them off. Then I flopped back on my bed and threw one hand over my head and held the phone with the other. “All right, all right, Casanova. I get the picture. So tell me how today’s depos went.”
Micah sighed. “No phone sex?”
I hated to disappoint him, but I wasn’t completely sure how everything would work with in-person sex between two men. Trying to turn him on with nothing more than words sounded like a recipe for failure, which wasn’t something I was willing to risk. Making sure that Micah continued to be interested in me had managed to turn into my top priority. Even if I was still scared of being with him.
“No phone sex,” I replied.
“Fine. But if we don’t have some kind of sex soon, my dick might run away and join the circus just to get some excitement.”
I realized that I was smiling again. Happiness seemed to just overtake me whenever I was talking with Micah. It all came so naturally with him—being friends, joking around, being together, touching. Everything. “Nah. He won’t like it there. They’ll stuff him in a tight space with a bunch of clowns or make him put his head in a tiger’s mouth, and those teeth are really pointy.”
“Yeah, that would suck,” Micah said. “And not in the good way. So, speaking of sucking, what are you doing tomorrow night?”
I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me. “Not much for subtlety, are you? I’m free tomorrow. What do you have in mind? And does it involve Popsicles? Or maybe lollipops?”
“I can’t tell you what I have in my mind right now, because you said no phone sex. But I’ll give you a hint and say that it involves cocks—as in yours and mine—and not sugary treats.”
“Baby, when you taste my dick, I think you’ll agree that it’s the sweetest treat around,” I said in a campy, overly exaggerated seductive tone.
“Oh, that was bad. Really bad.” Micah laughed. “We’re gonna have to work on your dirty talk this weekend, Mister Forman.”
“I’ll add it to the schedule. What else do you want to do?” I asked.
“You.” His voice had lowered, and he sounded even sexier.
A trembled coursed through my body. “Okay. It’s a plan. What time are you getting back into town?”
He sighed. “I have a couple more depos in the morning and there wasn’t a direct flight available, so I won’t be back in Emile City until close to five. And I need to go to Shabbat services tomorrow, but they should be over by seven thirty. My weekend’s wide open after that, so I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
That would be forever. I swallowed down that instinctive response and was struck momentarily mute from the shock of how strongly I felt it.
I had never thought of anything in terms of forever. I had always just taken my life as it came, not really thinking too much about the future. Hell, it was all I could do to get through the present without disappointing a bunch of people. Thinking about the future would have been way too overwhelming.
But in that moment, I found myself thinking about a future with Micah. I thought about having him around every day to laugh with. I thought about being able to talk through issues and questions with him, knowing he would always have good insight and advice. I thought about making love with him in bed at night and waking up in his arms in the morning. And I realized that even though we hadn’t known each other very long and even though the logistics of building that kind of relationship with a man had always seemed impossible, I did want Micah Trains to be mine forever.
Chapter Nine
AT EIGHT o’clock the next evening I was standing in front of Micah’s door with a bag of takeout and a serious case of nerves. After sharing meals and conversations for a week and then talking on the phone every night while he traveled during the next week, we were finally going to be alone together in private. There was no question in my mind that I would be sharing more than dinner with Micah that night. I knew he wanted me to share his bed, and I was itching to do the same thing.
But wanting to do something so badly I could taste it wasn’t the same thing as actually doing it. What if I wasn’t any good? What if I tried to do something guys didn’t do together? What if I got so nervous that I couldn’t get it up? Okay, the last one didn’t seem like a plausible concern given the current state of my dick.
No, y’all, that isn’t a banana in my pocket. And it’s not you I’m happy to see. Ba-dum tsh! Thank you very much, folks. I’m here all night. Please try the free-range, hormone free organic veal.
“Hey. Come on in.” Micah stood next to his open door. He was wearing lightly distressed jeans, a heather-gray T-shirt, and no shoes.
I’ve never been one for feet. I mean, it’s not like they gross me out or anything, I’ve just never given them any thought. But I found myself staring at Micah’s feet and feeling my arousal ratchet up a notch or two. Great. Being gay wasn’t enough. I had to have a weird fetish too. Honestly, I felt like a walking freak show.
Before I realized it, the door was slammed shut behind me, Micah’s hand was around my waist pulling me toward him, and the takeout bag was on the floor. His lips covered mine with a hungry desperation. He licked and nibbled at my mouth while his fingers wove through my hair and held me close.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot, Ben. The way you look at me makes me nuts.” He mumbled the words into my mouth and then kept kissing me, the fingers in my hair holding on and tugging. The small amount of pain combined with the pleasure from the kiss had me ready to cum in my pants.
“What do you like?” he asked gruffly.
I didn’t know how to answer that question. Sex had never been particularly great in my experience, at least not until I had made out with Micah in his pool. I was pretty sure the chlorine wasn’t acting as an aphrodisiac. So if rubbing off against him had shattered my mind, anything else was likely to be just as good. But without ever having experienced the “anything else,” I didn’t know what to say.
When I didn’t respond, Micah kept talking as he licked and nibbled his way across my jaw and down my neck. “Seriously, Ben. I can’t keep my hands off you. I’ve been thinking about getting you naked for two weeks, and now that you’re here, I don’t think I can wait.” One of his hands gr
ipped the back of my neck, and the other trailed down my chest until he got to my waistband, and then he cupped my cock and gave it a squeeze. “Tell me what you’re into. Other than feet, I mean. I got that one. Tell me what you want to do.”
I was so turned on in that moment that I couldn’t even work up a blush over the fact that he noticed me drooling over his feet. Plus, he didn’t seem weirded out by it. If anything, the way he started mauling me before I even said hello indicated that he was turned on too.
“I want you. I’m into… anything,” I replied. That seemed like a good answer, because given my state of excitement, Micah could have stood naked in front of me reciting the alphabet and I probably would have been stimulated enough to go off in my pants.
I felt Micah’s hands on my ribcage and realized that he was pushing my T-shirt up my chest. Once he got it over my head, it landed on the floor and he peeled off his own shirt and then started working on my pants. When I looked around and noticed that we were in the hallway leading to his bedroom, I realized he had been moving us through the house while we were kissing and undressing.
“Damn. You’re so perfect for me.” He gave me a deep kiss and pushed my pants and briefs to the ground. I toed off my shoes and stepped out of the pants that were now pooled around my ankles. “I’m versatile too, but tonight I really want in here.” He caressed my ass as he spoke, his fingers dipping into the crease.
I thought about saying no. Once I did this, I would never again be able to convince myself that I was straight. And if I couldn’t convince myself, what chance did I have of convincing anybody else?
But really, that ship had already sailed. With or without sex, the intensity of my feelings for Micah Trains had already rung the death knell on that particular farce.
But plausible homosexual deniability aside, I’d had my hand on Micah’s dick, and I knew the man wasn’t lacking in the endowment department. The logistics of that particular body part going into a tight opening had always struck me as something that had to hurt. The thing was, though, I had been thinking about those logistics, because I had always wondered what it would feel like to have another man touch me that way. The idea that I could have a part of Micah inside me, that we could share such a primal, intimate connection, was so stimulating that I was willing to endure any pain—mental or physical—to experience it.
By the time I came to my decision, I was standing in Micah’s bedroom, completely naked, while he shoved his pants and briefs to the floor. He leaned over me to get a grip on the comforter. Then he yanked it down and pulled me with him onto the bed.
“Oh, God! Micah!” I gasped when I felt his naked body press down onto mine.
The complete skin to skin contact with his hard frame felt incredible. We writhed together in an erotic dance of thrusting hips, groping hands, and gnawing mouths.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he moaned as he nipped at my shoulder and then my earlobe. “Want you so bad.” He dragged his beard across my face, down my neck, and then he licked his way to my nipple. “Never felt like this before. It’s crazy.”
“Ungh!” I moaned when he bit my nipple and then soothed it with this tongue.
I hadn’t realized that part of my body was particularly sensitive. But when Micah licked, sucked, and then bit my nipple, I arched off the bed and cried out in pleasure while I grasped his head and held him to my chest, begging him without words to continue.
“Love how responsive you are,” he said and then gave a final lick to my left nipple before moving to my right and starting the delicious torture over again. He covered the hard nub with his mouth, sucked until I whimpered, and then released me and gently trailed his tongue over the now sensitive skin.
When my nipples were throbbing, he moved lower, his soft beard and wet tongue taking turns leading the journey over my ribcage and down my belly. When he reached my dick, Micah circled his big hand around it, held it out, and then rubbed his face over it. The sensation of the hair from his beard contrasted with that of his soft lips and wet tongue, which he darted out for an occasional swipe against my glans.
My head flew back and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to maintain control of my body. But the sound of Micah moaning in pleasure from the feeling of his face rubbing over my cock had my eyes flying open and staring at his erotic display. Never had anyone looked so turned on just from handling my dick. Seeing my wet crown move across Micah’s cheek, recognizing the expression of bliss on his face, and hearing the groans streaming from him had me on the cusp of an orgasm.
Then he flattened his tongue and licked his way from the base of my dick to the crown and plunged down, taking my entire length into his mouth and throat. My hips bucked up and my hands grabbed the sides of his face. “Too good! Micah, I won’t be able to stop….”
He popped off my cock and gazed up at me with those blue eyes blazing. “Fuck, I wanna taste your cum.” He gave one last lick to my glans and then scrabbled to his knees and leaned over me. “But I think I want inside you more. Guess we’ll have to save the other for round two.”
He dropped a kiss onto my lips before he reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. My heart was playing a high-speed game of badminton in my chest, and air wasn’t quite filling my lungs. But none of that was because of nerves.
My hunger for Micah had taken over every aspect of my body and mind, which made succumbing to his silent cues come naturally. He opened the condom wrapper and covered his long, thick cock. Then he spread liquid onto his fingers, rubbed them together, and reached between my thighs. I instinctively spread my legs and canted my hips, opening myself to him as much as I could.
Wet, gentle strokes across my pucker had me whimpering with desire for more. Micah bent his face down over mine and kissed me gently as he pressed a finger inside my body. I couldn’t hold back my gasp, but I concentrated on keeping my body relaxed.
“Shhh,” he whispered to me. “You’re so tight. Been a long time, huh? Don’t worry; I’ll take care of you.”
He was so gentle, so kind. There was the confident-to-the-point-of-cocky Micah Trains, who could reduce hostile witnesses to tears and easily intimidate opposing counsel into defeat. And then there was my Micah—the funny, generous, tender lover who looked at me like I was the most precious thing he had ever seen. I blinked back tears from the emotions running rampant through me.
Micah’s lips landed on mine once again, his tongue swept into my mouth, and another wet finger joined the first inside my body. The burn wasn’t as noticeable the second time around. Then he twisted his hand, curled his fingers, and touched that spot inside me, and I was sure I would lose it. A thick bead of precum trickled down my impossibly hard cock.
“Feel good?” he asked in a soft, tender voice.
I nodded and leaned up to kiss him again. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth, couldn’t get enough of his tongue, couldn’t get enough of him.
I felt him reaching for the bottle again, heard the click of the cap opening, and then a third slick digit entered my passage. My shoulders tensed, my hands clenched into fists, and I gasped for air. Micah licked a path down my neck and sucked on the spot where it met my shoulder.
“Nothing more until you’re ready, Ben. I promise.” He moved his fingers slowly in and out, turning them in one direction, then the other. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time either, more than a year. I’m not gonna rush this.” He pushed in and found my prostate again, moving his fingertips back and forth over it until I was one big ball of desire.
“Micah, please.” I could barely get the words out. “I need you.” I reached up for a kiss, and he gave it to me, soft lips landing on mine. “Need you,” I pleaded.
He nodded and pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling bereft. “I meant what I said the other day, you know.” In that moment, I couldn’t remember anything anyone had ever said. My entire being was centered on the smell of Micah’s skin, the taste of Micah’s tongue, and
the feeling of that thick cock rubbing in circles across my entrance, preparing to take over my body. “I’m falling for you, Ben Forman.”
He pushed into me slowly, breaking through the ring of muscle and not stopping until his cock was filling my passage and his balls were nestled against my ass. I looked up at him and gasped at the expression on his face. Nobody had ever looked at me that way, and even though I couldn’t understand what a man like Micah Trains would see in me, the adoring gaze, the soft smile, and the sparkle in his eyes left no doubt in my mind. I had somehow lost my heart to Micah, but I wasn’t alone in those feelings. He was right there with me.
He slowly dragged his dick out of my channel and then pushed it back in. I bent my knees and crossed my ankles over his back, then thrust my hips up and down to meet his pumps in and out of my body. Micah’s hands searched for mine, and then he tangled our fingers together, dropped his forehead onto mine, and our bodies moved together toward completion.
Nothing had ever felt as good as Micah’s dick pushing into me, Micah’s stomach rubbing against my cock, and Micah’s hands holding onto mine. His soft moans joined with my gasps and sighs of pleasure, and we continued moving, neither of us wanting the moment to end. But it was too good to last, and eventually Micah released one of my hands and snaked his hand between our bodies. He took hold of my cock and tugged on it as he increased the speed of his thrusts into my body.
“Cum for me, Ben. Wanna see you lose it.”
He pulled out until his crown was at my entrance, stretching me wide, and then he shoved back in with a powerful push angled to hit my gland. His hand joined his hips in the motion, and with a tight grip on my cock, he gave me a final stroke, and I cried out his name and sprayed my release across my stomach and chest.
“Yes, yes, God, yes!” Micah shouted with one more pump deep into my body. Then he held himself still and shuddered as he shot into the condom.
I wrapped my arms round Micah’s back and pulled him down so his body was blanketing my own. He nestled his face in my neck, kissing and licking me as I pet his hair and neck.