Always His

by James, J. P.

  “You ready for more?” Vance asks.

  “Oh yes,” I breathe.

  With that, the Adonis eases more of his huge shaft into my anus and I strain. Oh my god, is this really happening? But then my sphincter gives with an audible pop, and he slides all the way in. Holy fuck! I’m impaled on a giant ten inch shaft, and he’s so big that it feels like the tip might pop out of my mouth.

  “You’re doing great,” he rumbles encouragingly. “Fuck you’re tight.”

  Oh shit, I can feel his cock pressing against my prostate, and slowly, Vance draws back while gazing into my eyes. The connection between us has only grown stronger.

  He thrusts again, causing me to let out another gasp. The man is massive, but he knows how to be gentle. Here comes another stroke, but this time a moan slips from my lips instead. The discomfort quickly turns to pleasure and another bubble of pre-cum seeps from the head of my cock. As Vance fucks me, he reaches between us and starts jerking my shaft with one hand. Holy shit, I’m going to come.

  “Let yourself take it all,” he moans against my mouth. “I know you can do it.”

  “Oh,” I gasp. “Yes, fuck me harder!” He plunges deeper inside of me while simultaneously giving me a hand job. We’re both heaving and straining, my asshole stretched so hard.

  “Fuck, you’re tight. I’m about to come,” he grunts viciously.

  “Me too,” I utter through gasps. His hand moves in sync with those powerful thrusts, and I feel my staff lengthen and stiffen beneath his hand with a tell-tale bubbling inside my scrotum.

  “Oh shit!” Vance grunts through clenched teeth. “I’m coming!”

  Just as the words leave his mouth, I climax as well, and my seed sprays all over his lower abdomen. Our voices intertwine as we let go simultaneously. His warm semen floods the inside of my anal canal, and my butt spasms with release, pulling the liquid deep into my body. Meanwhile, my own cock sprays like a hose, pumping dose after dose of hot bubbly cum onto both our chests.

  As he finishes releasing, that large body crumples on top of mine. With our chests pressed against one another, we try to catch our breaths.

  Softly, I press a kiss to his strong neck. “Thank you for making my first time special.”

  He chuckles. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too much,” he says.

  I giggle too.

  “It was perfect,” I assure him. “I’ll be sore, but it’s a good kind of sore.”

  “I’m glad to hear you say that,” he rumbles while looking deeply into my eyes. “This was amazing, Jake. I want you to know that.”

  My heart leaps at his words because I thought the encounter was incredible too. Of course, my bottom aches, but everything else about me feels just right. In fact, I had no idea it was possible to be this happy.

  As Vance wraps his arms around me, I nestle my face against his neck while inhaling his heavenly aroma. I should probably go home, but it’s impossible to leave right now. My limbs are heavy and sweet satisfaction seeps through my entire body. All I want to do is to lay here with the handsome man, and maybe do what we just did a few more times. That would be incredible, wouldn’t it? Closing my eyes, I slowly drift into sleep with a smile on my face.

  12

  Vance

  The bright morning sun peeks through my bedroom blinds, and slowly, I stir awake. Holy shit. Jake’s naked body is still wrapped in my arms, and gently, I run my fingers through his thick brown hair. Waking up beside him is like a dream come true and I can’t help but touch him.

  I’ve got to admit, even I was surprised when Jake walked through the door at the Burger Bistro, but I’m relieved that he’s been NeighborBoy this entire time. It makes sense, in a way. His demeanor fits the vibe I got from chatting with him online, and he’s been describing his annoying mom to me on ChatAttack. Of course, I didn’t know it was Elena until everything came together.

  Holy shit. I’ve been sexting with my neighbor this entire time. Truthfully though, I wish I would have known sooner. Then maybe I wouldn’t have had to spend the past few months feeling lonely. Nonetheless, the boy’s here with me now, and that’s all that matters. Lightly, I press a kiss to Jake’s delicious lips. He startles a bit, and then begins to wake up. A smile crosses his face as our eyes meet.

  “Good morning,” he says softly.

  “Good morning, baby,” I reply. “Did you sleep well?”

  He nods. “Like a log. What time is it?”

  “It’s almost seven,” I answer.

  He looks startled.

  “Oh shit, I was going to try and leave late last night. I should go,” he says.

  “Do you have to?” I ask. “I thought maybe I’d make us some breakfast.” His stomach growls, and he turns pink while laughing.

  “Well, seeing that it’s kind of late already, why not?” he says. “My mom’s either noticed I’m gone, or hasn’t yet. So yeah, breakfast sounds good,” he says while laughing lightly.

  I nod approvingly.

  “Okay, good. Are you a pancakes or french toast kind of guy?” I ask.

  “Definitely french toast,” he responds.

  “Cool. Does french toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon sound good to you?” I question. He nods hungrily before speaking.

  “I can help out in the kitchen, don’t worry. I do all of the cooking over at my house,” he says. “My mom’s not into the domestic stuff.” I try to keep the knowing look off my face. Elena looks like the kind of woman who’s never used a spatula a day before in her life. No wonder she’s been divorced a shit load of times.

  But I merely speak in a neutral tone. “All the more reason for you to stay in bed and let me bring breakfast to you,” I say.

  “Really?” asks Jake, totally flummoxed. “You’d do that?”

  “Sure, honey,” I say while swinging my legs over the side of the mattress. “Stay right here.”

  With that, I place my hand on his sculpted jawline and lift his face until our lips meet. His sweet kiss makes my heart skip a beat. As our tongues intertwine, my cock stiffens in delight. Fuck, if I don’t pull away now, neither of us are ever going to leave this bed.

  I draw back from the electric kiss and gaze into his warm brown eyes. “You must be the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I rumble.

  “You’re just saying that,” he replies shyly.

  “No, I mean it. I’ve always thought you were insanely good-looking,” I assure him. “Way better than the men I’ve been with in the past.”

  Jake looks completely surprised.

  “Really?” he asks. “I find that hard to believe.”

  “Yes really,” I say as I kiss his forehead softly. “I’ll be back with breakfast.”

  “Thanks Vance,” he says with a smile while sinking back into the mattress.

  Whistling, I head into the kitchen. I’ve always liked cooking, and damnit, I’m pretty good at it too. I pull open the refrigerator door take out a carton of eggs, a gallon of milk, and a pack of bacon. I place the items onto the counter and take two pans out of the cupboard. Turning on the stove, I put one onto the flame and drop several pieces of bacon in it, letting them fry to a satisfying sizzle. This isn’t really work. This is love.

  After all, making breakfast for Jake is the least that I can do after our night of ecstasy together. Jake was hot as hell, groaning musically while I thrust myself inside of him. His tiny hole was the tightest I’ve ever had – in fact, usually I can fuck for hours, but Jake was so small that I climaxed real fast. I knew it was going to be good since he was a virgin, but I had no idea it was going to be that amazing.

  Distracted, I look down at my semi-erect flesh, then glance down the hallway. Damn, I could go for another round with Jake right now. Taking a deep breath, I try to think about something else. Anything else other than pushing my dick inside of him and feeling that tiny hole clamp and shudder around me.

  With determination, I crack a few eggs into a bowl and whisk in some milk. Reaching into the cabinet, I take out
a container of cinnamon and sprinkle it all over the mess. While the bacon sizzles in the pan, I soak a piece of bread in the egg, milk, and cinnamon mixture, and place it into the other pan to cook.

  Soon, the kitchen is wafting with delicious aromas. Now my stomach’s the one growling. I finish up with the french toast and bacon, and plate the whole mess. Taking another bowl, I scramble the eggs and pour them into a pan. In a matter of minutes, they transform from liquid into fluffy cooked eggs. Perfect. Breakfast is just about finished and ready to eat. I finish making our plates, and then put them onto a tray.

  Reaching into the fridge again, I take out a carton of orange juice and pour two glasses. Hopefully Jake likes the meal I prepared for him. It sounds cliched, by I honestly made the food with love in my heart. I grab a few utensils and a bottle of syrup and carefully carry the tray back into the bedroom. How sweet. Jake’s curled up in my bed reading a book I left on the nightstand, but he sits up quickly when I come in.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go through your things,” come his rushed words.

  “Don’t worry about it. Do you like the book so far?” I ask while taking a seat next to him on the bed. He nods. “ Then you can keep it. I’ve already read it twice.”

  “Are you sure?” he asks.

  “Yup,” I as say I cut a piece of the french toast and feed it to him. “How’s that?”

  His eyes close with wonder.

  “Mmm! It’s delicious,” he moans, causing me to chuckle.

  “Good, I’m glad you like it,” I reply.

  But Jake gives tit for tat. He takes a piece of bacon and raises it to my mouth. “Open wide.” Without hesitating, I part my lips and allow him to feed me the strip. Playfully, I lick his fingers and kiss his hand.

  “Bacon tastes better from your fingers,” I say. “I wish you could stay here in bed with me all day long.”

  He smiles knowingly.

  “I wish I could too, but then my mom would definitely start wondering where I’m at. I don’t want her to get suspicious,” he replies.

  I nod.

  “Understandable. I wouldn’t want her to find out you’re gay before you’re ready to tell her,” I say.

  He sighs. “Yeah, I know. God, I have no idea what to do.”

  My chin nods in empathy. Coming out of the closet isn’t easy, so I get why he’s having a hard time telling his mother that he’s attracted to men. Not only that, but Elena isn’t exactly the warm and loving type. Finding out he’s gay could make her become even more of a harpy. So yeah, he’s in a tough spot, and should do it when it feels right to him.

  Speaking of which, I need to tell him that I’m an ex-con at some point. I’m still not ready to bring up the subject, but it can’t be put off forever. It’s like being gay – this is a huge part of my personal make-up, and like it or not, it defines me now. I wish it didn’t, but it does.

  Come to think of it, I should probably do it right now. Swallowing, I try to summon the courage, but shit, this isn’t going to be easy. Jake isn’t a judgmental kind of guy, but I don’t want to scare him away either. I mean, we just discovered one another, and he’s still in high school. I part my lips to speak, but not a single word comes out. Fuck! I can’t do it. At least not yet.

  “You’re a great cook,” he says with a happy smile while finishing off the last strip of bacon.

  “Thanks. Being a bachelor for so long forced me to learn how to cook,” I reply.

  “Is that how you got into gardening as well?” he asks innocently. My hearts beats fast as I contemplate the truth, which is that it’s a skill I picked up back in prison. We had a prison vegetable garden, and I got good and making things grow. But how do I share that with him? The truth could ruin everything.

  So instead, I fib.

  “Yeah,” I say, looking down. “I’ve always been good at it.” Lying to him feels horrible. The sweet, innocent boy deserves to know the truth, but I just can’t bring myself to tell him.

  “I’ve always wanted to learn how to grow my own fruits and vegetables,” Jake says enthusiastically.

  I look up in surprise. It’s not often that a teen boy is into growing fruits and veggies.

  “Really? I can teach you how. It’s actually pretty simple,” I reply.

  He nods happily.

  “I’d like that a lot,” he says.

  I chuckle. “I’m glad that you don’t mind that I’m a gardener. A lot of guys tend to go for white collar dudes, like doctors and bankers, and not someone like me who gets his hands dirty. I appreciate that you don’t look down on me because of that,” I say.

  Jake merely stares at me with puzzlement.

  “Who am I to look down on you?” he asks before laughing lightly. “I’m not even sure if I’m going to college after I graduate. Besides, I like the fact that you do honest work for a living. You’re a hard working man, and that’s far more admirable to me than some guy who makes a living ripping off the American system.” His kind words warm my heart. I’m lucky to have found him because most men don’t think the way he does.

  “You’re a sweetheart,” I say while pulling him in close, and pressing my lips to his brow.

  He laughs softly, and rests his head on my chest. Jake will be leaving to go back to his own house soon, so we don’t have much longer together. Gently, I stroke his hair as we sit silently in each other’s arms. Honestly, I’ve never been as happy as I am right now. Sure, I’ve been with a lot of guys, but compared to this, those encounters were nothing. Whereas with Jake? Well, judging from the happiness flooding my veins, he’s something else entirely. Even better, we just got started, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.

  13

  Jake

  Slowly, I turn the knob, and hope to god that my mother is still asleep. I should’ve left Vance’s place ages ago, but I just couldn’t make myself. It was magical, the night we spent together, and the morning after too. Even now, I wish I could turn around and climb back into bed with him.

  But now, here I am. Sneaking back into my own house. The front door creaks as I push it open. Damnit. I wish my mom would hire someone to fix this thing already. Softly, I close the slab behind me, making sure I don’t slam it. But as I take a step toward the staircase, I practically jump out of my shoes because my mom’s standing at the top of the second level with her hand on her hip. Fuck! This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. My mind races as I try to come up with a believable lie.

  “And just where have you been, Mister?” she demands. Elena must’ve heard the door creak as I opened it. No doubt she was in bed recovering from a hangover because she looks wrecked: watery eyes, a red nose, and her hair a rat’s nest. Oh god, what do I say? I could pretend I ran outside simply to get the morning newspaper, but wait; I didn’t bring the newspaper inside with me. Scratch that one.

  Her eyes blaze as she waits for my response. A lump forms in my throat, making it impossible to speak. Then again, I haven’t quite come up with anything to say yet, so I guess that’s not a problem.

  My mouth opens but then snaps shut. Elena can never find out the truth about where I was last night otherwise she’d go completely berserk. She’d probably get Vance tossed into jail for some bizarre made-up reason. My mind whirls as I scramble for the perfect cover up story.

  “I spent the night at Sarah’s house,” I blurt. “Her parents are out of town, so she invited me over after dinner because she didn’t want to be home alone. I’m sorry, I know I should’ve asked permission or even called, but it got late and we fell asleep watching movies,” I finally say.

  Elena snorts.

  “Just watching movies?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. “Please. I wasn’t born yesterday.” She’s implying that we had sex. Technically, if I say no, I’m not lying because I didn’t have sex with Sarah. I had sex with Vance.

  “We made out, but that was it,” I say quickly. “Sarah wasn’t ready to take things to the next level, so I respected her wishes.”

  Elena st
ill looks skeptical as she makes her way down the stairs. Oh fuck. She doesn’t believe me. I should have never lied to her in the first place. If I’d been honest from the start and told her that I’m gay, I wouldn’t have to come up with elaborate stories about a fake girlfriend. This is so messed up. Now, she’s probably going to lock me in my bedroom until god knows when. If that happens, then I won’t be able to be with Vance anymore.

  Elena finally lumbers down to the first floor, pulling her robe around that thick waist. Wow, my mom looks bad. She stares deep into my eyes, and I steel myself for some long lecture. But instead, she places both hands on my shoulders and smiles from ear to ear.

  “I’m so proud of you,” she says with a big grin. “You finally have a girlfriend! See what happens when you put yourself out there? I knew it!”

  What? Okay, I have to roll with this.

  “Yeah,” I say with a nervous laugh. “Who would have guessed?”

  “Oh sweetie, I’m so happy for you,” she chortles while wrapping her arms around me tight and squeezing my frame. Whoa! I can’t remember the last time Elena showed me this much affection before. This isn’t like her at all. Usually, she’s whining about something or other, but right now she genuinely seems happy for me. My mom pulls back slowly and looks into my eyes again. “And to think I was starting to worry that you were gay.”

  It feels as if a knife has just gone through my heart. What? Being gay isn’t a bad thing. My blood boils as tears fill my eyes. I almost want to shout at the top of my lungs that I am gay, but then things would just get ugly. This is bullshit! Why can’t she accept me the way that I am? I don’t want to have to hide from her my entire life.

  “Mom, I’m still kind of tired. I’m going to go lay down for a little while,” I mutter, slinking past her on the staircase.

  “Okay. I can’t wait to meet Sarah,” she calls up the stairs as I close my bedroom door.