by Wolfe, Sean
“Oh God, that feels good,” I whispered.
“You like it?”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” he said, then let go of my arms as he slipped between my legs and forced them apart.
I grabbed the sheets on either side of me and closed my eyes as he licked the lower part of my belly, around my bellybutton, and down to my cock. I hadn’t had sex in over a week, and I thought I was gonna shoot right then and there, so I tried to think of anything sad or bad or ugly to keep from cumming.
He licked the head of my cock for a couple of minutes, then licked my shaft for a little bit, and I squirmed like a little kid being tickled. When his mouth wrapped around my cock and sucked me deep inside, I stopped moving and breathing all together. It took every ounce of strength and concentration I had not to cum. This guy sucked cock like no one I’d ever been with. There was no clumsiness or awkwardness to it at all. This was a mouth that had sucked some cock before and knew what it was doing. He swallowed me deep into his throat, and his throat muscles squeezed my cock. I lay there motionless, afraid to move in fear that I’d cum and it’d be over. Then, with my cock still buried in his throat, he licked around the head and the first couple of inches of my dick.
Well, that was it. I grabbed the sheets tighter in my fists, my body stiffened, and I let out some primal grunt that sounded like it came from one of the Jurassic Park creatures, and I shot my load down his throat. It wasn’t my usual two- or three-shot loads, but six or seven bolts of lightning speared my body as I tightened every muscle and released myself into his throat. Preston didn’t choke or gag or try to come up for air at all. He just kept sucking and kept swallowing until I’d drained myself into him, and then he sucked some more. It seemed like he didn’t want to miss a drop.
“I’m soooo sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think ...”
“It’s okay,” Preston said. “It was kinda sexy, actually. It’s been a while since I’ve made someone cum that quickly and that easily.”
“I’m not usually that easy,” I said, and hoped he didn’t see how red my face was. “But that was fucking incredible.”
“Thanks,” he said. “But I hope that doesn’t mean we’re done. Can you stay hard?”
“Umm, I’m twenty-three,” I said in cocky voice that I’d practiced many hours and that normally pissed guys off. Something told me Preston wouldn’t get pissed off, and might even like it. “What do you think?” I said, and looked down at my cock. It was not only still hard, but throbbing as if it hadn’t cum in a week.
Preston grinned. “Good.”
He leaned over and grabbed a condom and slid it down my cock in what seemed like one effortless move. I usually had to wrestle with a condom packet for what seemed like minutes, and usually ended up tearing it open with my teeth and slapping it on clumsily. But Preston never used his teeth and had it opened and rolled down my cock in less than a couple of seconds. Then he poured some lube onto the head of my cock, and slathered some on his ass. All of this happened in a nanosecond, and before I could really register what was happening.
“Just relax,” Preston said as he positioned his ass at the head of my cock and leaned down to kiss me.
That sounded strange to me, since it was usually what the guy fucking would say to the guy who was getting fucked. But when he kissed me, I felt myself relax all over, and realized I’d been as tight and tense as a guitar string.
When my muscles relaxed and I returned his kiss, Preston slid down onto my cock until I was buried inside him all the way to my balls. I sucked in a breath as I kissed him, and pulled him closer to me. When he moaned and squeezed his ass muscles tight against my cock, I felt like I was being poked with thousands of acupuncture needles. My entire body felt more alive than it had in years. His ass was tight and warm and made me feel at home.
This was not something I was used to. Other than my first encounter with my roommate in college, I’d really only had a handful of real sexual experiences. Mostly I’d made out and fooled around a little with several guys. There were a few that I went all the way with, but they felt nothing like this. After getting fucked by Tony a few years earlier, I’d only been fucked a couple of times. I’d found early on that I much preferred being a top. But that wasn’t always convenient, because, as I’d been told on more than one occasion, I come across as a little effeminate, and apparently I have a very nice, meaty, and fuckable booty that attracts mostly tops. But I like topping better, and usually end up debating the whole position thing, and when it finally comes down to either of us getting fucked, it’s always awkward and clumsy and not really that great.
But with Preston, there was none of that. No debate, no discussion, no question. He wanted me inside him and he wasn’t about to waste any time getting me there. And he definitely knew what to do with a cock up his ass. He continued to kiss me ... gently and passionately, and then playfully biting my lower lip ... as he slid his ass up and down my cock, and squeezed it tightly.
I wrapped him in my arms and returned his kisses, and licked his lips and kissed his neck. As he moaned and writhed on top of me, I began to fuck him. I wanted to go slow and make it last, but he’d already done enough of that, and now I had to fuck him—and fuck him hard. I rammed into him until our heads hit the headboard. I rolled him onto his back, and lifted his legs onto my shoulders and slid myself even deeper inside him. I smiled when he moaned louder and squeezed my cock with his ass to let me know he appreciated my effort.
I looked down into his eyes as I fucked him, and saw him smiling at me. This is right, I thought as I gazed into his eyes. He reached up and caressed my face in both hands, then brought my face down so he could kiss me. I fucked him some more, hard and fast at first, then slow and gentle, never breaking the kiss. When he finally did break the kiss, he smiled at me and winked. This is home, I thought with more clarity than I’d ever known.
Preston
Kyle’s kisses alone filled a void in my heart and in my life that I’d almost given up hope of ever filling. The way he laughed and smiled and stared into my eyes made me feel complete again.
I’d had plenty of sex in the two years since my last relationship. Much more than any of my friends, as they never hesitated to point out. But it was always just recreational sex and nothing more. It was good sex, most of the time, at least. But it never left me wanting anything more with the guy. Which was a very good thing because, though I got lots of hookups online, and took home a few guys from the bars, and had at least a couple of booty calls a week . . . I never got a call from anyone asking if I wanted to go out for coffee or go to dinner or go see a movie.
That had been getting old for a couple of months at this point, and just when I was about to give up on finding something more meaningful, here was Kyle. I know it was our first night, it was our first sex, it was a bar pickup from an Internet connection, it was with someone half my age. But none of that mattered. None of it.
His kisses alone were good enough to write a book about. But it was more than that. Now, as he raised my legs and slung them over his shoulders and buried himself inside me, there was magic. I know it sounds corny, but to call it anything else would be doing it injustice—and it would be a lie. I’m not one of those people who believe there is one true love in your life and that’s it. I’d already experienced real and true and complete love twice in my life, so I knew that wasn’t true. I knew what it felt like, and I recognized it here.
As Kyle shoved his cock deep into my ass, he stared intently into my eyes, and his never left mine. Not for a second. Everyone has a gauge as to what makes something real and true and right for him, and that is mine. I’ve been told I have very expressive and intimidating eyes; they can’t lie, and they are too intense. So I’ve grown accustomed to people looking at me for a few seconds and then looking away. Even in casual conversation this is the case, so you can imagine how little eye contact I have had while in the throes of sex. But Kyle gazed into my eyes, and I into his, and I could tell we we
re reading one another as he fucked my ass like it hadn’t been fucked in a very long time.
I’m a good judge of people most of the time, and am very perceptive. It comes with the Gemini territory. I knew as he slid into my ass and stared into my eyes that he was thinking the same thing I was: This is right. This is magical. When I winked at him, he smiled, and then leaned down to kiss me again.
“Am I doing okay?” he asked between kisses.
“Oh, baby, you’re doing much better than okay.”
“Then why aren’t you touching yourself?”
“Because if I do, I’ll cum, and I don’t wanna cum yet.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“I want you to cum first,” I said, and kissed him again.
“I did.”
“No, I mean I want you to cum first while you’re fucking me. I want you to cum inside me. I want to make you feel good,”
“Oh, you do make me feel good,” Kyle said, and smiled. “Very good. I already came inside you while I was fucking you.”
“What?” I asked, astounded.
“Just a minute ago was the second time.”
“No fucking way.” I just stared at him.
He nodded. “And if you don’t cum soon, I’m afraid I’m gonna go soft. I’ve never cum three times in one night. I’m not sure I can keep going much longer.”
I rolled him onto his back and straddled his cock, squeezing with my ass as tightly as possible. “You came inside my ass twice?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s fucking hot! I just didn’t hear anything. I had no idea.”
“Yeah, I don’t make much noise.”
“Well, I do,” I said, and began riding his cock hard and fast. My moans grew in intensity as his cock grew harder and slid deeper inside me.
He grabbed my cock and pumped it as he fucked me from underneath. The bed was squeaking, and I was moaning like a cat in heat. I was sure the neighbors were calling 911.
I felt the buildup deep in my balls, and knew it would only be another couple of seconds. “I’m cumming, baby,” I said loud enough for my elderly neighbor to hear.
“I want you all over me,” Kyle said, and pumped my cock harder.
I didn’t disappoint. My load sprayed all across his chest and face, and a couple of spurts even hit the headboard. Kyle gasped, and let go of my cock to wipe my cum from his eyes, but that didn’t stop me from shooting even more onto him.
When I finished showering him with cum, I took a couple of seconds to catch my breath, and then I fell on top of him and began laughing. Because that’s what I do when I am nervous. I laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Kyle asked as he finished wiping his eyes and leaned in to kiss me.
I rolled off him and lay next to him on the bed. “Nothing’s funny. I’m sorry. I just laugh when I’m nervous.”
“And just why are you nervous?”
I stared into his eyes, and didn’t answer.
“Preston?”
I felt the tears building in my eyes, but was determined not to let them fall.
Kyle kissed me passionately on the lips, and I tasted my own cum and felt my cock start to harden again. He squeezed my dick lovingly, and kissed me gently on the eyelids. He licked his lips, and I knew he had tasted my tears.
“You’d better not have any fucking plans for the rest of your life, mister,” he said. “Or if you do, they’d better fucking include me. Because I’m not letting you go.”
I laughed, because that’s what I do when I’m nervous. And then I hugged him tight to my body and fell asleep in his arms.
PART III
Coupledom
“ This is totally blowing my mind,” Kyle said as he flipped through the book and stuck little yellow Post-Its on the pages he liked. “We’re finally doing it. Five years together and we’re finally getting married.” He looked at Preston and smiled as he kissed him on the lips. “I mean, look at us. We’re picking out wedding invitations, for crying out loud.”
“Yeah, it is kinda weird, isn’t it?” Preston said. He touched Kyle’s knee and caressed it. “But good weird, right?”
“Absolutely, good weird. Never in my life did I think this would happen. Every time I thought about what it would be like to be gay, it was a depressing picture. Alone, going out every night and getting drunk almost every night, spending my life alone. Or worse, with a different nameless trick every week.”
“That’s what a lot of people want us to believe our lives as gay men are fated to be. But look what happens when we don’t listen to them and we believe in ourselves and take control of our own lives,” Preston said. “We get married.”
They looked at each other for a long moment, and then kissed.
“I like this one,” Kyle said, breaking the kiss and pointing to the invitation on the open page of the book. It was a simple design, a single red rose lying atop a grand piano. Inside the card was stylish but simple text that, of course, would be tailored for the couple.
Preston wrinkled his nose, and flipped the book back a few pages, and pointed to the one he liked. It was a picture of two guys, holding hands and dressed in nothing but long cotton pants rolled halfway up their shins and walking in ankle-deep water along a deserted beach. The sun was almost over the horizon, and splashed brilliant reds and oranges and purples across the sky and reflected off the water.
“That one is pretty,” Kyle said, and sighed. “But it’s a little girlish, don’t you think?”
“Girlish? Those are two men holding hands. Where’s a girl?”
“I didn’t say there was a girl there. It’s just kinda foo-foo. So colorful. You know all of the little queens are gonna love that one, but our butch friends are gonna laugh their asses off if we go with that one. And never mind what my parents will think.”
“You’re right. Never mind what they will think. Or anyone else, for that matter. This is our wedding. Yours and mine. You like the picture ... the idea and the thought that comes to mind when you see it?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s the one we’re going with. Besides, we’re going to Puerto Vallarta for our honeymoon. This card is perfect.”
“But ...”
“Wrap it,” he waved the sales clerk over. “We’ll take 250 of these.”
“Are you sure it isn’t bad luck to do this the night before the wedding?” Kyle asked.
Preston slid Kyle’s underwear off and spread his legs apart so he could lie between them. Kyle’s cock was fully hard and already leaking precum.
“No,” Preston said, and licked the precum from Kyle’s cock head. “It’s bad luck to see you in your wedding clothes before the wedding. Thank god no clothes are involved here.”
He licked around the head and then up the shaft of Kyle’s cock for a moment, and smiled as Kyle squirmed and moaned beneath him. Even after five years, Preston never failed to make his lover writhe in pleasure and struggle to keep from cumming too soon.
“Stop it,” Kyle begged, with no conviction at all. He was lifting his hips up off the bed and moaning as he pretended to try to get away.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Preston said. He reached under the bed and pulled up a long, thin strand of leather. He tied Kyle’s right hand to the right headboard post, and then did the same with his left hand.
“No, please,” Kyle pleaded. It was a game they’d played every now and then for the past nine months or so. Both of them enjoyed being tied up, but usually Preston preferred it more. Tonight, however, Preston had taken control and hadn’t really given Kyle much of a choice.
There was no sincerity at all in Kyle’s voice as he asked for mercy. Preston knew his lover wanted it a little rough. “You talk too much,” he said, and straddled Kyle’s chest and slapped his hard cock against Kyle’s cheeks and lips.
Kyle stuck his tongue out and licked at the hard cock as it hit his face, lapping at it and catching just the head of it in his mouth fo
r a few seconds at a time.
There were few things Preston enjoyed more than having his cock sucked. And Kyle was an expert at sucking his cock. With most guys it would take hours for him to cum from being blown, and most guys, understandably, gave up after half an hour or so. But with Kyle it was different, and always had been. Even when they first got together and he wasn’t as experienced at cocksucking, Kyle had shown an innate ability to learn quickly and master the art. His mouth was always hot and wet and strong, and he could usually get Preston to shoot his load in a matter of minutes.
Kyle smiled to himself as he swallowed Preston’s cock and saw the look of pleasure in his lover’s face. He watched as Preston closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and licked his lips as his cock disappeared down his throat. Then he tightened his throat muscles around the hard cock, and Preston moaned loudly before pulling his cock out of Kyle’s mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he said huskily, “you’re gonna make me cum too fast if you keep that up.”
“What’s wrong, honey?” Kyle teased. “Don’t you wanna cum?”
“Not now. Not like this.”
“Then how?” he asked in a much deeper and in-control voice.
“You know what I want.”
“Then shut the fuck up and take it,” Kyle said roughly, even as he struggled against the leather straps that bound him to the bed.
Preston moved between Kyle’s legs and began sucking his cock. God, how he loved the taste and feel of his lover’s hard dick in his mouth. Kyle moaned and wiggled around as his cock was being sucked, but Preston knew he was gearing up for something more. Something better. He made sure as he sucked Kyle’s dick that there was plenty of spit left on the cock.
“Stop messing around and sit on my cock, baby,” Kyle said, in a tone somewhere between early Marlon Brando and current Justin Timberlake.
That voice, that tone, those words, drove Preston crazy, and when he looked up into Kyle’s eyes, his heart melted. Those long, black, curly eyelashes had always done Preston in. And right now Kyle’s five o’clock shadow and soft, full, pink lips were making him quiver. He’d never been more in love with Kyle than he was at this moment.