Second Wind

by Aimee Nicole Walker

  “Oh fuck,” I growled hungrily. “Someone has learned some new tricks.” I should’ve been jealous, but I decided that I would benefit from everything he learned over the years apart.

  Rush positioned himself between my legs, his cock jutting proudly from the neatly trimmed hair at its base. “Now.”

  I reached between our bodies and guided the head of his slick dick to my hole, pressing against it until the burn of penetration made me cry out. “Rush!” Maybe I’d been a little hasty with my demands to fuck without more prep.

  “Breathe, baby. You can take me,” Rush said tenderly. “Push out against me.” I did as he instructed and felt my body relax enough to take the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscles. “That’s right, just like… Ohhhh fuck, you’re so goddamned tight.” Rush’s body shook with restraint and his chest heaved. I knew he wanted to bottom out inside me. I wanted that too, but fuck me, his control was a thing of beauty.

  I panted through the discomfort then guided him the rest of the way inside me. “So sexy,” I groaned, loving the erotic slide and fullness from having Rush’s dick inside me. I felt my passage tightening around the intrusion, and Rush’s needy whimper let me know he felt it too. I started to pull my hand out of the way so that he could fuck me long and deep but stopped on his command.

  “Leave your fingers down there so you can feel that it’s me claiming your ass, not some plastic toy.” Rush tilted my hips a little higher. I could see his penetration even more. I formed a V with my index and middle fingers and squeezed against his cock as he worked in and out of me. It must’ve felt as good as it looked, because his hips lost rhythm and snapped forward hard. “Fuck, yes.”

  Rush started rocking in and out of me a little faster, the fat head of his cock tagged my prostate every thrust home. Between the sexy position and the pleasure rippling through my body, I knew I wouldn’t last long. My eyes rolled back in my head as my balls retracted further inside my body.

  “Let’s see if I can make you come without touching your big cock,” Rush said between pants. I’d always been so fucking responsive with him. It turned me on even more to know that he remembered it too. Instead of stroking my cock with my free hand, I reached up and played with one of my hard nipples. “You’re a sexy bastard, Lincoln.”

  Rush nailed my prostate once more and I shot all over my stomach and chest with a roar. I expected him to knock my hand out of the way so he could go at me hard, but Rush pulled out of me instead and lowered my hips. I stared at him, dazed and confused, as he quickly yanked the condom off and tossed it aside before he straddled my hips and began stroking his cock.

  I ran my hands all over his upper body as the hair on his ass teased my sensitive cock while he fucked his fist.

  “Yes!” he roared when he released all over my abs and chest, mixing his cum with mine.

  Rush didn’t collapse on my chest like I expected, he lowered his body so that his head hovered over my stomach. He stared into my eyes as his tongue slid out of his sinful mouth and licked a path through our combined spunk. Rush pushing his dripping tongue inside my mouth was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. I pulled him onto my chest and tasted the perfection of us together as we kissed long and hard. By the time he pulled back to smile down at me, the cum in our body hair had started to glue us together.

  “It’s going to hurt like hell when we pull apart,” Rush whispered against my swollen lips.

  “You better stay right here then,” I said, tightening my arms around him. I wasn’t sure I could ever let him go again. I had no fucking clue what the hell would happen between us, but I knew I had to stay a little longer to find out.

  “How do you feel about Chinese delivery?” I asked Linc, looking down into his drowsy eyes. He’d come so fucking hard, and I could tell that all he really wanted to do was hold me while he slept. I wasn’t opposed to that, but fucking had made me even hungrier.

  “We brought home food,” he said, his mouth curved into a sated, half smile. “Oh, Brutus.”

  “Yeah, Brutus.” I smiled back. “There’s no way he didn’t tear into those Styrofoam containers and devour our meals. So, Chinese? Mexican? Pizza? Chicago has it all.”

  “This is so different from when we were kids,” Linc said then laughed. “What was our after-sex snack back in the day?”

  “Fruit rollups,” I suggested, and we both laughed. “I seem to remember you mowing your way through those Tyson chicken patties that my mom bought. She would get grouchy, and my dad would tell her to knock it off. If his prize tight end wanted chicken patties then he ate chicken patties.”

  “There was no way my mom would’ve let me eat processed chicken products, and I drove Phee nuts with them when we were first married. I snuck them to the kids along with Kraft macaroni and cheese when she wasn’t home.” Lincoln stiffened when he realized what he said. “I’m sorry.”

  “For having a good life? Don’t be, Linc. I’ve always hoped that you were happy and well-loved wherever life took you.” I ran my thumb over his beard. “I never wanted you to be unhappy.”

  “I tried my best,” he said softly. “I was never going to be truly happy until I was honest with myself and everyone around me.”

  The conversation had turned serious quicker than I expected, and I knew food was required if he wanted more out of me than grunts. “I’m going to separate us now,” I warned. “Then we’re getting something to eat so we can talk.”

  “Can we be naked at the same time?” Linc asked hopefully.

  “While we eat? I’m not keen on sweet and sour in my pubes, and I don’t think it would feel much better than the dried spunk we got rocking right now.”

  “I meant during the talking afterward. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, as long as I can feel your skin against mine while doing it.”

  “Mmmm. Pillow talk sounds pretty damn sexy,” I replied.

  “On the count of three, let’s try to pull apart,” Lincoln suggested.

  “Like the time you said we should jump off the bridge into the river,” I told him.

  “We were going to hold hands,” Linc reminded me.

  “Like that would’ve made a difference. Had Sheriff Barkley not drove up just as we were about to jump, we probably would’ve broken our legs, necks, or both.”

  “And what was the good sheriff worried about? ‘Son, you’ll end your promising football career before it’s truly had a chance to start.’ Not a word about broken necks or legs,” Lincoln said shaking his head.

  “Your gridiron exploits were the only thing good happening in that town, Linc. I’m sure he was concerned about your overall health too,” I offered. “Start the countdown and let’s get cleaned up.”

  It didn’t happen fast, or pain free, but we finally unglued our not-so-happy trails and got in the shower to wash off. I saw the heat in his eyes and felt the answering twitch in my dick, but I shook my head and handed him a washcloth and bar of soap.

  “Save it for after the food and pillow talk,” I told Lincoln. “I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”

  “Oh, I’m going to mean it, Rush.”

  Just as I suspected, Brutus had himself a damn good meal with our dinners and was snoring his ass off on the sofa. “I’m going to place our order on GrubHub then I’ll clean this up.”

  “I’ll get started cleaning. Where do you keep the supplies?”

  I told Linc where he could find the trash can, broom, and mop. “I won’t be long. Wait, you didn’t tell me what you wanted to eat.”

  “Your ass, but that can wait,” Linc tossed over his shoulder.

  I dropped my phone on the hardwood floor and was grateful I didn’t bust the screen out on it. I had myself back under control by the time Linc returned.

  “I’ve watched a fuck ton of gay porn since my divorce,” he told me. “I made a mental list of all the things I wanted to try. Rimming wouldn’t be something I’d do with just anyone.” Lincoln cupped my chin and kissed me hard and fast. “Th
ere’s not a part of you that I won’t lick, suck, or kiss.”

  “Or fuck,” I added. “I’m starting not to worry about food.”

  “We’re eating,” Linc said firmly. “I remember how you get with low blood sugar. I promise you that I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “If you’re going to eat my ass, then we better stay away from anything spicy,” I teased then looked up to see if that grossed Linc out.

  “Good call.”

  We got enough Chinese food to feed an army, but I steered away from the spicier selections. Brutus barely looked up at us when we walked past him to eat in the dining room.

  “Damn, your house is an architectural wonder.”

  I took immense pride in my home and loved it even more once Travis’s crap was gone. “What is it that you do?” I asked Linc then laughed because I usually knew at least the basic information about a man before I took him to bed.

  “Phee and I own a real estate company called Forever Home in San Diego. We started it with the money I made from my brief NFL career. I might’ve busted my knee in my first season with the Raiders, but I made a lot of contacts. I’m really proud of the company we built from scratch.” He looked up from his sweet and sour chicken and smiled. “This is so much better than any after-sex snack we had in the past.”

  “God, remember the trail mix you took to the cabin with us?” I asked.

  Linc snorted then dryly said, “I was such a romantic.”

  “You were so damn thoughtful, Linc. I wasn’t making fun of your resourcefulness.” Then it was my turn to snort. “However, I was happy we learned to use something other than hand lotion for lubricant. These gay guys have it so much better now than we did back then.”

  “Lube is a vast improvement over Vaseline petroleum jelly.”

  “Oh man, I forgot about that one,” I said then laughed until tears ran down my face. “We got that stuff every-fucking-where.”

  “In our hair…”

  “I think I even found it in my armpits a few times,” I said.

  “No doubt,” Linc replied with a wicked grin. “I probably had one hand on your shoulder and the other just beneath your pit. I was always looking to find the best leverage to fuck you.”

  I’d just taken a bite of broccoli and chicken and nearly choked. Linc slid my second egg roll toward me. I had scarfed down the first one in two fucking bites. I reached for the spicy mustard, but Linc blocked me.

  “Rim job,” he reminded me. It wasn’t that I forgot, I just wasn’t sure he was serious. I saw in his eyes just how much he meant his words. “Eat your damn dinner.”

  “Eager to do some pillow talking?” I teased.

  “Eager to get you naked and relearn your body so I can compare all the places you’ve changed and adore the ones that are the same.”

  “I’m full now,” I said, standing up.

  “Sit back down and eat your dinner. You didn’t eat half of what you ordered.”

  “There’s more food than I could eat in a week,” I told Linc. “A few more bites then we can come down here later for more after-sex snacks.” I ended up eating the rest of my meal, my second egg roll, and one of his while he watched in shock.

  “How the fuck can you eat like that and stay in such great shape?” Linc asked dumbfounded. “I bet I have to fuel an extra forty pounds than you, and I couldn’t eat like that.”

  “Metabolism,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t eat like this often, and I do work out a lot too. Jules and I both seem to be able to eat what we want without gaining weight.”

  “I gotta see Jules before I leave.”

  “She’d love that, Linc. You’ll love my niece. She’s just like her mama and the light of my life.”

  “I’m surprised you never had kids,” Linc probed softly.

  “It wasn’t from lack of desire to be a father. I just never met the right guy. Looking back now, I should’ve adopted a child on my own. Single men and women raise kids all the time. I guess certain traditional ideals still remain inside me.” Linc raised his brow and I hurried to clarify. “Not that a kid needs a mom and a dad, per say. I was thinking more along the lines that two parents are better than one, but I know that’s a bunch of bullshit.”

  “It’s not too late, you know.”

  “You must’ve been really young when your kids were born,” I said then dug a forkful of his fried rice out of his container.

  “Yep,” he replied. “I met Ophelia the second day of college. I literally almost ran her over. She ripped me a new one, not at all caring that I was the school’s new shiny penny. We got married before we graduated college and had our first child when we were only twenty-two.”

  “I think I would like her.”

  “You would love her, and she would feel the same about you. Actually, she kind of already does.”

  “What? How?”

  I listened to the story of how Ophelia found out that Linc was gay. I couldn’t keep the sappy smile off my face as he told me about the night he was outed by his ammo box of treasures and the way his ex-wife supported him. Then I led him back to my bedroom, but not for the reason he thought. Well, yes, I wanted more sex, but I wanted to show him something first.

  Lincoln sat on my bed while I retrieved something from my closet. “This old cardboard box might not be as cool as yours but check this out. There might be some things you remember.” I set it down and watched his expression as he slowly reached for it. “Nothing in there will jump out and grab you.”

  “If it’s anything like mine, everything inside will jump out and grab me,” Linc replied ruefully, rubbing his hand over his heart. “It was bittersweet to relive all those moments again.”

  “At least I’m here with you now, and we can relive them together. I can promise you only sweet things will follow.” I had specifically meant that night, but it sounded more like a prediction for our future. Our future. I couldn’t let my brain go there because it wouldn’t take long for my heart to get its hopes up. What would happen if Linc decided that being out was harder than he thought? What if he decided I wasn’t worth it? My heart wouldn’t survive his rejection again. I’d grow into a bitter old man like Arthur who lived in the brownstone next door.

  “Where’d you go just now?” Linc asked, jerking my attention back to him. I could tell by the dimmed merriment in his expression that he had an idea of where I went. Instead of opening the box, Linc picked it up and carried it to my dresser. “We can open this later. Right now, I just need to touch you. Your body is a treasure map of memories that I want to relive up close and personal.”

  It didn’t take us long to lose the sweatpants we had put on before going downstairs. Of course, the pair that Linc borrowed from me didn’t quite reach his ankles, but it gave me a lovely view of his long, elegant feet. Linc wasted no time reaching for my dick which was already at half-mast just from seeing his naked body. I hardened instantly in his hands, my heart turning to putty like it always did. Linc pushed back the extra skin at the head of my dick to tease that sensitive spot beneath the crown. Fuck me, I wanted his tongue there. It was all I could do to keep from suggesting what he could do with my cock, preferably from his knees. Instead, I reached for him and repeated his actions except for the extra skin part. Linc had a gorgeous, cut cock.

  “Do you remember the first time I saw your cock?” Linc asked. Humor and desire glittered in his dark eyes when he smiled at me.

  I threw my head back and laughed, but I never stopped stroking him. Linc’s laughter joined mine, bouncing off the walls of my bedroom. The high ceilings had never before heard such passion, dirty talk, and laughter as I shared with Lincoln that day.

  “You thought there was something wrong with it,” I replied. “You were still too turned on to say something and risk me not jerking you off.”

  “Well, duh. Come first, ask questions later. Isn’t that the standard motto for a horny teenage boy?” Linc asked me. “I seem to recall that you didn’t mind my obsession with that extra
skin and all the ways I could make you crazy.” Linc dropped to his knees, and I groaned. I knew what was coming and began to tremble.

  “You would come hard and explosive then torture me until you got hard again,” I said breathlessly, running my hands through Linc’s hair as he licked his lips like he couldn’t wait to taste me again.

  A strangled cry erupted from me when Lincoln took my cock straight to the back of his throat, only making a slight gagging sound. Linc locked his dark eyes on mine and eased off until the tip slid out of his mouth with a wet pop. “It’s like riding a bicycle.”

  “I hope I don’t break my arm this time,” I teased.

  Linc’s answer was to ease my foreskin back and lick the pre-cum that had pooled inside the folds. He licked his lips like it was the best thing he’d ever had before he whispered huskily, “I’ll catch you this time if you fall.” Were we still talking about riding bikes or…

  “How about I ride your cock?” I suggested.

  “Later,” Linc said between licks. Then he sucked the foreskin between his lips and tugged, gently stretching it. “Maybe I want to make you come fast and hard then tease you back to arousal first.” When we first started having sex, it bothered Linc how responsive he was to me, but I fucking loved it. He thought he should be able to last longer, but his exuberance made me feel strong and powerful, like maybe the playing field had become level when we were naked and alone.

  “I adored the way you loved me with so much passion and excitement,” I told him. “I lived for those stolen minutes, Lincoln. Without them, I don’t know if I would’ve survived that house.” Linc stopped exploring my dick with his lips and tongue and looked up at me. I hated that my words had caused the mood to take such a drastic, unexpected shift.

  Lincoln rose to his feet and cupped my face. “Let’s get one thing straight.” His lips quirked up a little, because there was nothing straight about us. “You were always the strong one, Rush. Yes, you had fears, but you overcame them. You faced them headfirst and came out stronger after each battle. I had size and I had physical strength, but inside where it counted, I was weak.”