by Quinn Ward
“Uh, okay.” That was a slightly disturbing demand. I was keeping an open mind to exploration this weekend, but I did have my limits.
“Relax, Frankie. Nothing will happen without us talking about it ahead of time,” he reassured me, kneading my shoulders as I rummaged through for a pair of something other than formerly white. For the first time in my life, I wished I’d listened to Mama when she tried teaching us boys how to properly do laundry. “I need to take care of a few things in my room and you’re going to take a shower.”
“You trying to say I stink?” My attempt at humor came off flat to my own ears.
“No, but it’s been a long day and I want you to take some time to get into the right frame of mind for tonight.” Okay, well that didn’t sound so bad. Apparently tired of waiting for me to decide which boxer briefs to grab, Calvin reached around me and pulled the top pair off the rumpled pile. As I may have mentioned, laundry isn’t my strong suit. Hell, housework in general was a sore spot for me but I tried to keep the mess contained to my room for Calvin’s sake. “When you’re done, meet me in my bedroom.”
He took off, a pair of gray underwear dangling from his index finger. “Um, I’m going to need those.”
“Eventually,” he tossed over his shoulder. “And hurry, because we need to get to bed early. It’s going to be a long weekend and you need your rest.”
Screw rest, I thought, but luckily didn’t say out loud. For some reason, Calvin was hung up on me getting an adequate amount of sleep. Personally, I’d settle for catnaps while our bodies recovered between rounds of sweaty, freaky sex.
That thought had my dick plumping against the zipper of my dark-wash jeans. As I stripped, I carefully placed each garment in the hamper. Even though Calvin left me alone, I knew he’d be pleased I hadn’t left my clothes on the floor wherever they fell. I looked around, realizing how much tidier everything was this week; like I’d been unconsciously trying to gain his approval since Monday morning when I woke up alone.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, rolling my eyes at my sudden attack of modesty. He’d had my dick in his mouth. I was hoping he’d get up close and personal with a whole lot more of my body before the night was through. So why in the hell was I so hung up on the idea of him popping into the hallway and catching a glimpse of my bare ass?
“I don’t hear water running,” Calvin hollered from the other end of the hall.
“Sorry, Cal,” I called back. I hurried across the hall, turned the taps to something close to where they were when I usually showered, and stepped under the stream of water without allowing the water to clear the pipes. Big mistake. I shrieked as cold water pelted my body, jumping back to avoid my nuts shriveling into my abdomen. The only upside of my haste was that it took care of my erection for the time being.
As quickly as possible, I scrubbed every inch of my body, paying close attention to the areas I hoped Calvin would be up close and personal with later tonight. Second mistake. My dick started to perk back up as soon as I wrapped the washcloth around it. Any other night, I wouldn’t think twice about stroking one out in the shower. I considered it, because getting off now would let me take my time later. But Calvin hadn’t given me permission to jerk off, and I wouldn’t put it past him to come in and check on me if too much time passed.
I quickly ran a towel over my body and looked at the trimmer sitting on the edge of the vanity. In an ideal world, I’d have groomed a bit to be considerate to my partner, but he’d told me to hurry.
My pace slowed as I approached Calvin’s room. Once I stepped through his door, there was no turning back. Joining him again would be consenting to everything he was offering. Everything I secretly craved but was too scared to admit. It should’ve worried me that he’d admitted he was as new to the lifestyle as I was, but instead, it bolstered my confidence. I didn’t need to worry about how I stacked up to a line of men who came before me. He wouldn’t see my shortcomings and know what he was missing. If I felt uneasy about something, I knew he’d listen to me and we’d work through it together. But was all of that enough for me to do this?
Absofuckinglutely. I turned the knob and pushed the door open. My breath caught as I took in the sight of Calvin laying in the center of the bed, slowly stroking himself as he watched me. I traced my tongue over my bottom lip, wanting to pounce onto the mattress and suck him as thoroughly as he did me the other night.
“You’re too far away,” he complained, holding out a hand in invitation. I dropped my towel to the floor, made it almost to the bed, and turned back. Calvin hated anything being out of place. “Good boy.”
Fuck, but those two little words lit a fire inside of me. I preened as I carefully draped the towel over a chair in the corner of the room and joined him on the bed. He drew me into his side, wrapping a hand around my wrist and guiding me to his cock. As I stroked Calvin’s broad shaft, he pushed himself up so he hovered over me, running one hand over my damp chest. “Didn’t bother drying off?”
“Didn’t see much point if I was just coming in here to get hot and sticky,” I admitted. My voice was already threaded with lust, my erection poking against his thigh. He kissed me twice, both quick and chaste, leaving me hungry for more.
When he laid back on the bed, I followed, reversing our positions so I was on top of him. Calvin cupped his hand around the back of my neck and drew my lips down to his. Our kisses grew deeper, his tongue invading my mouth as I ground our cocks together.
Calvin’s hands gripped my shoulders, pushing me away. I panicked, certain I’d screwed up by trying to lead what was happening the way I desperately wanted it to go. Getting off with him, watching him let go as my ass clenched around his cock, was damn near imperative at this point. I looked up at him through hooded eyes, an apology on the tip of my tongue.
“Suck my cock, brat.” He reached around and gave my ass a playful smack. I dragged my body down the length of his, reluctant to lose the connection to him. Along the way, I detoured to suck a nipple into my mouth, kissed my way down his breastbone, dipped my tongue into his navel. Calvin’s fingers combed through my hair, giving a sharp tug when he grew impatient.
I stared up at him for a moment as I curled my fingers around his shaft, my mouth hovering less than an inch away from the slit of his cock. Saliva pooled in my mouth, telling me to get on with it instead of teasing him. But a little turnabout was fair play, right? Calvin growled, and I dragged the tip of my tongue across his slit. His grasp on my hair tightened, and he shoved my face down as I took him into my mouth, to the point I gagged in surprise.
“Not going easy on you tonight,” he warned me. “I want you to show me why you’re such a good cock sucker.”
The dirty talk and never-ending expletives as I swallowed around him was a change from the normally composed Calvin, but it only fueled me on. This was what I needed. Blowing Calvin was nothing like any of those other guys. I could let go, give myself to him, trust him with everything right down to my ability to draw a breath, and know he’d take care of me.
“You like that?” he asked, hips bucking off the bed as he fucked my face. “Like sucking my fat cock?”
“Mmmhmmm,” I mumbled, never releasing him. I reached between Calvin’s legs, rolling his balls around in my hand as I pulled off long enough to catch my breath. Strings of saliva mixed with precum maintained the connection between my mouth and his head. Calvin reached in to swipe them away from my face. When he sucked his fingers into his mouth, I swore I could’ve come right then.
He kneeled on the bed, guiding me to my hands and knees. As I went back to feasting on Calvin’s dick, his hand trailed down my spine. Unable to take it anymore, I started jacking myself as he teased my entrance with one dry finger. I stiffened, unsure I could stay in the moment if he pushed in without any slick. Sensing my unease, Calvin paused and reached for a bottle of lube he’d tossed onto the bed earlier.
“Don’t worry, baby. Going to take good care of you tonight,” he promised. Seconds later, t
hat finger was back, this time slick and cold. I gasped as he pushed in to the first knuckle. “Want to fuck you tonight. You good with that?”
“Please, Cal,” I begged, canting my hips, urging him deeper. “Tired of waiting. Been thinking about it all week. Fuck me, Cal!”
“You didn’t jerk off?” I shook my head. He seemed surprised I’d followed his suggestion. More than once, I’d thought I’d cave, but knowing he was pleased made the discomfort worth it. “Damn, that’s hot.”
I didn’t point out that I’d shown the patience of the saint by holding out this long before begging. Waiting for Calvin to be ready for this was worse than waiting for Christmas to arrive with packages waiting under the tree.
“Flip around,” he instructed me. “Want to see that hole. Need to get you ready for me.”
“I’m ready now, dammit!” That outburst earned me another swat, this one anything but playful. My ass throbbed as the sting settled in. My head whipped around to see his hand raised, ready to deliver another blow. I could stop him if I told him I didn’t like that, but that’d be a lie. It hurt like a bitch, but it also ramped up my arousal. I was torn between pleading for more and begging him to stop. I said nothing, knowing Calvin would do whatever it was he wanted to do.
“I should make you wait. But that’s not what I want tonight to be about, and I see no reason to punish myself for your impatience.” Thank all the gods and saints, because if my blue balls lasted much longer, I was going to need to seek medical attention. He shoved back into my ass, this time with what felt like his entire hand but was probably only two, maybe three, fingers. I hissed at the painful intrusion. His free hand came up to stroke my back, the tenderness of one hand and the force of the other short-circuiting my brain. “I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me if it gets to be too much.”
“Not… too much… oh, fuck!” Somehow, Calvin managed to wiggle his fingers around just right to graze over my prostate. I clenched my eyes tight and squeezed the base of my cock to keep from coming. I wanted to save my release for him. Wanted to choke his dick with my ass, strangle the orgasm out of him. “Please, Cal! I can’t hold back much longer!”
I whimpered at the emptiness when he pulled out quickly, held my breath as I heard him tear open a condom wrapper. Buried my head into the quilt as he dragged the tip of his cock through my crease. “Going to go slow at first.”
“Don’t need slow,” I reassured him.
“Never said it was for your benefit, greedy brat.” Calvin chuckled. “Some of us don’t have youth on our side. Want to make this good, not race to see who can come fastest.”
“Fair enough.” I laughed with him, right up until he pushed inside of me, slow and steady. Fuck, it was torture anticipating the moment he finally bottomed out. To make it worse, he kept pulling out and pushing a little deeper with every thrust, to the point I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to feel all of him.
When he was finally seated inside of me, I arched back, turning my head, desperate to kiss him. He nipped at my bottom lip before wrapping an arm around my chest, pulling me against him. “Fuck, baby, you feel amazing. Can’t promise I won’t turn into the greedy whore now that I know you’re right down the hall.”
“Anytime you want,” I told him. Fuck, I’d happily sleep naked and stretched if he wanted, just so he could come into my room and take me whenever he wanted.
Calvin shoved me back down to the mattress and started fucking me. His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust harder and faster, pulling me up just enough I couldn’t get the friction I needed on my dick. “Careful you don’t make promises this tight ass can’t cash, baby.”
“Not a chance.” I gasped, fisting the comforter as if I’d fall off the bed otherwise. “Never get enough of this. Fuck, you’re thick. So good.”
He kept up the brutal pace, pounding into my ass so hard my body crept closer to the edge of the bed. By the time he slowed, my head was hanging off the foot of the bed, and I held onto the comforter for dear life. Calvin hoisted me up again, still thrusting into me slow and deep.
“You can come whenever you’re ready,” Calvin whispered. He slid one hand down my chest, strong fingers curling around my dick. He stroked me in time with his thrusts, the entire time kissing his way down my neck and across my shoulders.
“Need more, Cal,” I pleaded, unsure I could get off from so much gentle affection.
“Like this or nothing at all. You can do it, baby. I know you can.” He nipped at the base of my neck, his free hand coming up to my neck. He twisted my face around and kissed me deeply, his tongue filling my mouth. He increased the pressure on my dick, his thumb dragging through my weeping slit.
Finally, fucking finally, my balls tightened. I reached around and cupped Calvin’s ass, holding him in place as I screamed through my release. My body shook as the last waves of pleasure rocked me, Calvin still thrusting into my ass. “Wanna mark you. Want you to be mine. No one else anymore, just mine.”
“Yours.” Calvin scooted back on the bed before pushing me down. I gasped when he pulled out, suddenly thinking this was a horrible idea. I wanted him back inside of me, back where it felt right. His left hand pressed between my shoulder blades, crushing me into the mattress. He grunted as the first rope of cum landed on my back. The bed shook as he jerked himself to completion, not stopping until he’d drained himself.
Calvin flopped onto the bed next to me, his fingers trailing through his release. “I like seeing you wear my cum.”
“Mmmm.” Words were beyond my capability following an orgasm like that. Consciousness quickly escaped me. I knew I should move, should at least attempt going back to my bedroom, but I was comfortable here. Warm and sated, surrounded by the scent of sweat and cum that only followed mind-blowing sex. The edge of the bed dipped, but I didn’t bother opening my eyes to see where Calvin was going. My question was answered when I heard water running in the bathroom, followed a minute later by Calvin cleaning me.
“Come on, brat. It’s time to sleep.” I was vaguely aware of Calvin scooping me into his arms and placing me under the covers. He laid down behind me, draping one arm over me. I scooted back until my ass was nestled against his flaccid cock. Round two would have to wait for a nap.
12
Calvin
A few realizations hit me as I awoke the next morning. First, the aching muscles reminded me I wasn’t as young as I once was. Sex had been something for me to endure because it was part of my marital responsibility, and later something to hurry through and get away from before there were any strings I wasn’t ready for. Which brought me to point two: waking up with a sated Frankie in my arms was just about perfect. The third realization was more like a bad case of cold feet. If last night with Frankie left me feeling this satisfied, maybe now wasn’t the time to push him into a definition of a relationship he wasn’t ready for. I planned to bring it up to him when he joined the land of the living.
Very carefully, I lifted Frankie’s arm and slid out from his embrace. He snuggled into the pillow and rolled over, pulling the sheet over his head. Mornings like this, I cursed my internal alarm clock that refused to allow me to sleep in. It was tempting to grab the latest sci-fi thriller I hadn’t found time to read and lounge next to him, but I knew I’d quickly grow restless and wind up waking my sleeping boy.
Instead, I allowed myself the luxury of a long shower to ease my aching back. Working out at the gym didn’t even leave me this sore most of the time. I switched the showerhead to massage and let the jets of water pound against my skin. Whenever the stream hit a particularly tense area, it triggered memories of why I hurt the way I did today. I soaped my cock and balls, allowing the shower puff to fall to the floor. This wasn’t the usual, inconvenient and annoying morning wood; it was arousal from remembering how it felt to be buried deep in Frankie’s ass. If I’d gone easier on him last night, I’d sneak back into bed and take him again, but if I hurt this bad, he had to be tender.
I took myself in hand, allowing my
head to fall back under the stream of water. Frankie did this to me. Replaying the sounds he’d made, the invitation he’d made that I could take him any time I want, had me hard and aching. I stifled a groan as my hand slipped up and down my shaft, hoping release now would give me some level of restraint through the day. I still wanted our weekend together to be a balance of quality time spent getting to know one another with sex mixed in.
That idea was shot to hell as the shower curtain rings screeched along the rod. I spun around to see Frankie stepping in to join me. His hands were immediately on my hips, drawing our bodies together. “The bed was cold without you.”
“Sorry.” I ran my hands down his back and cupped his ass. “You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you.”
Frankie covered my dick with his hand and started fondling my sac. “I’d rather be awake than have you waste this by yourself.”
“You’re not too sore?” He shook his head, but the momentary wince as my fingers dipped into his crease revealed the truth. “Frankie, I don’t want you pushing yourself to take me because you think it’s what I want. There’s plenty we can do without battering your hole even more.”
“But I like it when you batter me,” he teased, forcing one leg between mine as his hands came up around the back of my neck.
“Do we need to revisit last night’s lesson in patience?” I asked, quirking one eyebrow as I did my best to glare at him.
“No, Cal.” I cracked up at his failed attempt to sound contrite. “But you could show me some of those other things you mentioned.”
And so I did. We stayed in the shower until the water went cold, then moved back to my bedroom. The comforter was tossed to the floor, the fitted sheet popped off one corner of the bed. The mess didn’t aggravate me the way it usually would. My room was in disarray because of everything we’d done the night before, and I planned to see how much more we could wreck before I had to drag both of us back to reality.