The drive home seems to drag on. Maybe because I’m tired or because I’m really horny. I’d bet anything on the latter. Nate pays for the taxi, and as soon as we pass the threshold, we are on each other.
We both get undressed, getting rid of our clothes as quickly as we possibly can, all the while making our way upstairs to my bedroom. We’re standing naked in front of each other, wanting, needing the other.
Nate drops to his knees in front of me and parts his lips, softly sucking on the tip of my cock. It twitches in his mouth, hungry for what’s to come. He slowly sucks more in his mouth, and I feel an electric charge course through my body as he takes my cock as deep as it’ll go. The coolness and softness of his mouth are pure bliss.
Holding the base of my cock with his hand, he gently strokes as he sucks the tip. My moans of pure pleasure encourage him to keep going. He slowly takes my cock out of his mouth, and I groan at the loss, but his tongue quickly finds my balls, and he starts to suck on them. I have to hold onto the wall so I don’t fall over from an overdose of pleasure.
After a minute of sweet torture on my balls, he goes back to my cock, and I place my hand on the back of his head. I really want to bury my cock deep in his throat, and he lets me. I don’t hold him down too long. It’s all about pleasure, not pain. I let him breathe, and he swirls his tongue around the tip of my cock. I have to slow down or I won’t last, and I don’t want it to last just five minutes.
Taking a step away from him, he looks at me, confused.
“Your turn. I don’t want this to last just a few minutes.” I smirk at him, and he complies.
I drop to my knees and gently nibble along the length of his cock, eliciting a long moan out of him. My tongue trails from the base of his cock to the tip in one swift move. I take him into my mouth, holding his firm ass as I suck him without using my hands. He holds my face to him gently, guiding me up and down his cock as he pleases.
His hips start thrusting toward me, making his dick go deeper in my mouth. I let him take control. He has been a lot more into exploring and experimenting what he likes and doesn’t like, and if taking control brings him pleasure then I’m all for it.
He starts to thrust faster, his balls hitting my chin with each move. Fuck me, I could come just by giving him a blowjob. Knowing that I’m giving him pleasure is making me harder than I already am.
“I won’t last if you keep this up,” he groans out of breath, letting go of my head.
“You’re the one who was holding me, babe.” I chuckle and wipe my mouth.
“Sorry, I got a bit carried away.”
“Don’t be sorry. I love it. I want to try something new, though.”
“What’s that?” he asks as we lie down on the bed.
“I want you to fuck me,” I say tentatively.
“Are you sure?” He looks at me nervously.
“Yes, I’m really sure.”
“Uh…”
“It’s the same as a woman you know, in, out, in, out?” We both laugh.
“Alright, smartass. You’ll have to let me know if I hurt you.”
“I will, babe.”
“Promise?” he insists.
“I promise. It’s been a while so be gentle.”
“Really?” he sounds surprised.
“Last one was Spencer. I’m sure you don’t want to have that kind of conversation now.” I chuckle.
“No, but I’m quite happy John’s never been there.” He smirks and grabs a condom and lube from the nightstand.
“I knew you’d like that.” I kiss him deeply and open the condom wrapper before rolling it down on his cock.
Positioning myself on my hands and knees, facing the full-length mirror against the wall, I see Nate take the lube and drip some over my ass. I flinch as the cold gel connects with my soft spot. It’s been years since someone has been there, and I want to feel Nate. I want him to fuck me. I want him to feel how good it is.
He kneels behind me, placing his legs between mine. I feel the tip of his cock press against my hole. He hesitates and slowly tries to penetrate me, but he’s big, and I haven’t done this in a while.
He slowly caresses my ass and my lower back with his right hand as his left hand is holding his dick at my entrance. He circles my hole slowly with the tip of his dick and gradually presses harder. In one swift thrust he penetrates me, and I let out a long groan both from pleasure and pain. He’s big and has a nice thickness, which didn’t make it easy to go through.
“Are you alright?” he asks, worried.
“Yes, just give me a second.” I take in a shaky breath and relax as I look at him in the mirror.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, babe, don’t worry.” I wink at him and press back against him, making him go deeper.
“You feel so fucking tight,” he says, his voice tight.
“All yours.” I moan as he buries himself inside me fully. I love feeling him inside of me. I feel us being connected in a whole new way, and it’s fucking amazing.
He starts to pick up the pace and thrusts harder, holding my hips tightly as he never breaks our eye contact through the mirror. Slowly, he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in, making me go forward with the power of his thrusts. He’s getting more comfortable with it, and I love it. It’s good to see him take control.
He suddenly pulls out and turns me on my back. He positions himself on top of me and kisses me passionately.
“I love you,” he says against my lips.
“I love you too,” I moan as he thrusts in me again with ease this time.
Spreading my legs wider, he starts to roll his hips against me, making his cock go as deep as it can. His body rubbing against my balls and my cock, bringing me closer to my release. I lift my hips higher so he can go deeper.
Suddenly, I feel desire rise in me. Stronger than I’ve ever felt before. I’m submerged by a wave that goes through my body, from my toes to my head and back down to my cock. A couple of thrusts later, I can’t hold back that wave of pleasure, and I come harder than ever before, letting out a loud groan of pleasure as my cum pools on my stomach.
Nate isn’t far behind me and comes in a long groan as he empties himself into the condom.
He rests his forehead against mine, lazily thrusting in me as we both come down from our orgasm.
We stay silent for a couple of minutes until we both start to soften up. Nate pulls out and gets rid of the condom before getting a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean my stomach and my ass. He takes care of me before taking care of himself and comes back to bed.
We lie down, facing each other. He smiles shyly at me.
“How was it?” he asks nervously.
“Amazing.” I smile at him.
“Really?” he sounds surprised.
“Yes, it really was. I don’t think I’ve ever had that much pleasure or came that hard in my life.” I chuckle.
“I’m glad I could do that for you.” He kisses my chest.
“Me too, baby. It really was amazing. Did you enjoy it, though?”
“I did, a lot. I’m just glad I didn’t hurt you or put you off of it.”
“Meaning? You want to do it again?”
“And again, and again.” He chuckles.
“I’m glad you do.” I kiss him deeply.
We make out for a long time before settling in for the night.
This was the best birthday I could ever ask for. Hell, the best birthday anybody could ask for.
Nothing could possibly ruin this.
The sound of the alarm resonates through my head. I groan as I have a pounding headache. Drinking so much last night was a really bad idea. I’m not much of a drinker so whenever I overdo it, I’m paying for it, and today is one of those days.
“Where are you, you son of a bitch?” I pat the nightstand in search for my phone but can’t find it. I sigh in relief when it stops. “Sorry about that, I guess I didn’t turn off my alarm.”
“That’s n
ot your alarm, babe, someone is trying to reach you.” Matt yawns stretching in bed and wraps his arms around me as he rolls to his side.
“I don’t want to deal with people today.” I frown.
“Someone isn’t dealing well with hangovers.” Matt chuckles.
“Not one bit. I hate them,” I groan and wrap my arms around him just as my phone starts to ring again.
“I’ll get it. I think it’s still in your pants.” Matt kisses my forehead and gets up retrieving my phone. “Looks like Mina is trying to join you.”
“What day is it?” I yawn rubbing my eyes.
“Saturday. Do you have work?” Matt asks handing me my phone.
“Fuck!” I bellow.
“What?” He hands me a glass of water he got from the bathroom and two Advil’s.
“I have a back piece to work on today. I completely forgot.”
“Did you at least make the drawing?” Matt sounds amused, and it’s anything but funny.
“Yeah, it’s done and approved. I just have to tattoo it. I completely forgot, or I wouldn’t have had so much to drink last night.” I sigh sitting up and take the two pills.
“You’ll be alright. Go get showered. I’ll go make you some breakfast and much-needed coffee. I’ll call Mina and tell her that you’ll be a little late. I’ll take the blame.” He kisses me after I’ve downed the glass of water.
“You’re amazing. You know that?” I kiss him back, and he helps me up.
“I know. I’m the shit!” He laughs and helps me to the shower. I don’t have any time to spare so I’m grateful for his help.
I take a quick shower, hoping it’ll help me wake up somehow, but it does not really have much effect. Let’s hope that a good amount of coffee will or someone will have a tattoo done by a five-year-old. Not that I would tattoo if my focus isn’t on the tattoo. It wouldn’t be fair for anybody, and my reputation would take a hit. I’ll still go in and see how I feel once I’m there. If I can’t perform, hopefully, the client won’t be mad at me.
I’m just getting done putting my prosthetic on and getting dressed when I hear some noise coming from downstairs. People are shouting, but I can’t make out what’s being said. I don’t have time to pay attention to that so I just grab my bag, my phone charger, and my phone and make my way downstairs.
The voices are getting louder the closer I get to the front door. What I see is a vision of my very own nightmare.
Matt is standing by the door, wearing nothing but his sweatpants, and Robert is on the other side, yelling insults at Matt. Now I know where the shouting came from. I groan and make my way to the door.
“There you are, you little fa-”
“I’ll stop you right there. You will not come to my house and start insulting Nate. I don’t know what you think he’s ever done to you, but I’m not going to let this happen. I know all about you and your dirty little secrets. You are one hell of an asshole thinking you can just try to rule people’s lives and put them through what you were put through because you had to prove to your ‘friends’ that you were the man.
“Being gay isn’t a disease. It’s not something you can just stop being one day because you think it’s immoral or whatever you think it is. I know you’re gay, as does Nate and your entire family. Because your father beat you up about it, didn’t mean you had to do the same to Nate!” Matt yells at Robert, and I stand there, watching the scene unfold because there’s nothing I can do or say that’ll change anything.
“That is none of your goddamn busin-”
“It becomes my business when you are hurting Nate. I don’t give a fuck if you were forced to repress your feelings. You have no fucking excuses for what you’ve done to Nate and your other children. You weren’t punished enough for what you’ve done, and it might be too late to get you locked up. If you as much as try to get in contact with Nate or Maddie, I swear to God that you’ll be in deep shit, and you’ll pay for what you’ve done. None of your kids want anything to do with you, and I don’t blame them. They just want to live a happy life the way they want to. If you can’t accept that, then don’t try to get into contact with them. You’ll be the one missing out, not them. They’ll be a lot better off without you in their lives,” Matt finishes calmly.
“Who do you think you are to tell me how to treat my children?” Robert shouts.
“I’m the man who’s sharing your son’s life and loves him, something you’ve never done,” Matt says matter of factly.
“I’ll beat you within an inch of your life if you don’t stay away from him!” My blood turns to ice when Robert says those words.
“There’s no way in hell that I’ll ever stay away from your son. I love him! If you try to hurt me or him, trust me you’ll regret it. I’m sure the good people in your little community and group of friends, those who helped you beat up your son when he was younger, would be happy to know that you are gay just like your son who you’re so ashamed of.” I can feel the smug grin on Matt’s face from the way he said that.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Robert says through gritted teeth.
“You’ll just have to wait and see. If you bother any of us again or try to hurt us, trust me, it’ll be out, and you’ll be singled out. Much like you’ve done to Nate all his life.”
“You’re going to regret your idle threats,” Robert says in a chilling voice.
“They are not idle threats. I mean every single word. Have a good day,” Matt says, closing the door.
Just as I think this argument is over and that I can finally breathe, Robert pushes through the door forcing Matt to take a step back. Robert withdraws his arm to punch Matt, but Matt is quicker and lands one hell of a punch in Robert’s face. Robert falls backward onto the ground, just outside of the house.
“I warned you, Robert. Let’s see who should I call. Maybe General Garner or maybe the priest from your church. I’m sure they’d be very happy and interested to know that you love men. I’m sure you love to go out on weekends and get it up the ass, or maybe not. Maybe you’re the one fucking other men because as long as you don’t get it up your ass you’re not gay, am I right, Robert?” Matt snarls at him, crouching down to his level.
“Fuck you!” Robert spits out blood.
“Your son is taking care of that part, but thanks for the offer,” Matt scoffs, getting up.
“You’re a sick bastard!”
“Maybe I am, or maybe I’d do anything to protect those I love. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go give Nate a kiss before he heads to work. Will you be able to get to your car or do I need to take the trash out?”
“This is not the last you’ll hear of me!” Robert shouts.
“I hope it is or there will be a really unpleasant call made to your fucked up community.” Matt slams the door and turns to me.
“Sorry about that.”
“Are you really sorry?”
“No,” he says coldly, and I smirk. I walk to him and kiss him with all my might. I knew Matt loved me, that he was serious about us, but this is just proof that we are meant to be and that he’d do anything for me as I would do anything for him.
“I fucking love you, Matt.”
“I love you too, Nate. Now I don’t want to be a spoilsport, but you’re going to be really late for work if you don’t go now.” Matt pouts.
“I know. I don’t want to leave you.” I frown.
“I’ll be alright. I have a baseball bat right there.” He points to a metal one by the door.
“What is that doing there?” I chuckle.
“It’s almost Halloween?” he says tentatively.
“Really?”
“Alright, I’ve had it there since before you moved next door. There was a group of youngsters that was terrorizing the neighborhood. One night, they tried to break in here, and I wasn’t asleep yet. I crept up from the backyard and scared the shit out of them. Chased them down the street wielding the bat and shouting at them. Never saw them again.” He smirks, proud of himself.
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“Why isn’t that surprising me?” I chuckle.
“I’m not sure, I’m just awesome. Admit it.”
“You’re a bit alright.”
“A bit alright? That’s it? I’m wounded!” He feigns being offended.
“You’re the best, but I really have to get to work. Thank you for the coffee and the waffle sandwich. Come over for lunch if you want. I’ll be taking a much-needed break.”
“You can count on it.” He smiles and kisses me before walking me to my car and handing me the wrapped sandwich as I get in. “Drive safely.”
“Always.” I wink at him and start the car. I can see Matt looking around, probably making sure that Robert is gone. He gives me a single nod, and I drive off, waving at him.
Today went by without any other issue. My father didn’t follow me or show up anywhere. I managed to finish the outline of the tattoo. Matt showed up at work with enough food for the employees and clients, he even brought homemade cookies.
Hopefully, Robert will leave all of us alone. We’re all slowly starting to get our lives back together, and it’s going well for everybody without him messing things up for us. Let’s just hope it’ll last.
November 23, 2016
Things have been good since the day after my birthday.
Nate and I officially moved in together as Maddie and Gabby are living next door. It saves them having to pay full rent, and we can keep an eye on them and make sure they stay out of trouble.
Work has been amazing, and I’ve been promoted to the head of the magazine. It means a lot more responsibilities but less traveling, and I don’t have to spend hours upon hours writing at home. So that’s more time for Nate and me to spend together.
We had one fight about it, and I wouldn’t really call it a fight. Nate is a man of few words, and I talk a lot. He was quiet and distant for a couple of days when I took on the new position. He wasn’t sure of what to do because he didn’t have much to talk about besides what he did during the week, and he hates making small talk. He finds it awkward. I kept reassuring him that it was okay, that we didn’t need to be talking constantly to be together and to live together. It took me having to yell that at him for him to understand, and once he relaxed about it, we were fine.
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