A Busted Afternoon

by Pepper Espinoza

  “If you don’t want to do it, I’ll understand.”

  “Just tell me. I mean, we’re figuring this all out together, right?”

  “Right.” Sammy took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Chapter 4

  * * *

  Sammy didn’t know quite what came over him. A few times, he had been curious and experimented with a few well-shaped tools, gently easing them into his ass while he jerked himself off. That had definitely felt good, but he had always chosen thin items. Items that would slide in and out of his passage easily, like the handle of a screwdriver. Ed was much, much larger than anything Sammy had ever attempted before. But once the thought occurred to him, he wanted it.

  “You’re sure?” Ed asked slowly.

  Sammy nodded. He pushed his pants down to his knees and contorted himself to free himself of the clothing. It wasn’t easy, but Sammy wasn’t going to let anything, even the cramped space, stop him from getting what he wanted.

  “What if it hurts?” Ed asked.

  “It’s not going to hurt you.”

  “It’ll hurt you, though.”

  “If it does, we’ll stop.”

  Ed still didn’t look quite convinced. Sammy didn’t blame him. Even he thought the idea was a little insane. But it was like an itch under his skin. A gnawing in the pit of his stomach. Every inch of him, every instinct he possessed, told him that he wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything short of Ed’s cock. Even the thought of Ed wrapping his mouth around Sammy’s shaft wasn’t enough to distract him from what he truly wanted.

  “It’s just…it seems like that could hurt. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Sammy smiled. “Which is a refreshing change from when you punched me in the face.”

  “I said I was sorry about that.”

  “I know.” He spit in his palm and spread it over Ed’s cock, which was still slick from his come. Sammy hoped that would be enough to help ease his way. “And I forgive you. But I don’t think I’m in any danger of being really hurt.”

  “But you don’t know.”

  Sammy fisted Ed’s shaft, squeezing the hard flesh. “Don’t you want to find out how tight my ass is?”

  “Yes,” Ed moaned.

  “Then we don’t have a problem here. We both want the same thing.”

  Sammy could still see some doubt in Ed’s eyes, but his protests had stopped. He had the feeling that once he actually sank down on Ed’s cock, all warnings and concerns would completely flee his mind. In fact, they would probably flee both of their minds.

  He straddled Ed once again and leaned forward until their chests touched. The blunt tip of Ed’s cock slipped between his cheeks to press against his tight hole. As soon as he felt the thick flesh, he understood Ed’s concern. It didn’t seem like Ed could possibly fit inside him. No matter how hard he tried, or how much he might have wanted it. But the fact that it seemed almost impossible just spurred him onward. Once he got beyond the initial difficulty, he was sure that it would feel amazing.

  “Ready?” Sammy asked.

  Ed smiled weakly. “Are you?”

  “As I’m going to be.”

  They both took a deep breath, and Ed’s gaze was locked on Sammy’s face as he pushed back. At first, his muscle refused to give and allow the intrusion. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck and trickled along his spine. Did Ed feel as hot? Maybe not—his skin was covered in goose bumps. He paused, shifted his weight, and tried again with more force. The pain was instant. Sammy ignored the signal that he should stop and pressed harder, concentrating more on the smooth texture of Ed’s skin and the heat pouring from his skin rather than the increasing, sharp pain spreading through him.

  “Sammy…”

  Sammy shook his head, silencing Ed as his fat crown popped past Sammy’s ring. They both groaned, though the sounds had different sources. Sammy was sure the pressure of his flesh around Ed’s cock was unbelievable, but the pain hadn’t eased. In fact, it only seemed to be sharper, and his muscles tensed, as if to ward off the intruder.

  Ed ran his hand up and down Sammy’s back, rubbing him gently. “Relax. It’ll be better if you relax.”

  “I’m…I’m…try…trying…”

  “Shh. Don’t. Just take a deep breath.”

  “I…”

  “Take a deep breath,” Ed repeated, his hand still moving in a slow, soothing circle. “Breathe.”

  Sammy nodded and did as he was told, filling his lungs with warm air. He couldn’t tell if it was still raining outside. His heart was pounding in his ears, drowning out any other sounds. He took more than just one deep breath. He inhaled and exhaled slowly until the tightness in his shoulders began to ease. Almost without meaning to, he sank back an inch. Once he had that much inside of him, it was easy to sink back another inch.

  “God, Sammy. I never…”

  Despite Ed’s earlier instruction, Sammy forgot how to breathe. His lungs were paralyzed as he continued moving down Ed’s length. The pain was a constant, inescapable. But it also didn’t matter. With each moment, that pain was changing, evolving into something else. Something as powerful as the storm that had buffeted the car. He didn’t want to lose a second of it. He didn’t want to miss out on anything.

  “Oh, Sammy. Oh, Sammy. Sammy.” Ed dropped his head back, exposing the column of his throat. The tendons in his neck and shoulders strained, pulsing against his skin. It was amazing to see the effect he had on Ed. Amazing and addicting. He wouldn’t be able to get enough of this. He imagined the two of them traveling up and down the coast of California, parking on the beach every night, and fucking as the sun sank down over the water.

  Long minutes passed. He didn’t try to rush things, and Ed didn’t try to push for more, though Sammy could tell that the slow progress was killing him. He could almost imagine Ed grabbing him by the hips and holding him in place so he could slam into Sammy’s body. The image sent a thrill down his spine, and he almost thought that was just what he wanted. Except, the slow pace was perfect in its own way. Something to be savored as the pleasure wrapped around him in tighter and tighter spirals.

  Sammy sank down the final inch and they both shuddered as he became fully seated.

  “Worth it?” Ed choked out.

  “Worth it.” Sammy murmured, just before pressing his mouth to Ed’s. He was starting to feel a little light-headed. Possibly for lack of air. But that didn’t stop him from seeking out Ed’s lips and plunging his tongue into the other man’s mouth. They were completely bound together, every inch of their bodies touching in the back of the small car. Sammy had never been so connected to another person. Had never even imagined he could be so connected. Sex was always something he had been curious about and interested in, but not for anything beyond the physical pleasure. This was something more than physical pleasure. It was something beyond comprehension.

  Sammy began to rock, like he had before, except without so much force. Each stroke was shallow. He could only stand to lose an inch or two of Ed’s length before he eased backward again. He loved the sense of being completely full. He loved the way Ed’s cock throbbed against his flesh. He felt every twitch of his tense muscles, every pulsing heart beat, and every breath.

  The friction threatened to consume him. He knew if he moved in longer strokes or faster thrusts, he would lose it and come all over Ed’s chest. Which sounded like a perfect plan, except, he didn’t want it to end too soon. He had to dig deep, drawing on pools of self-control he thought had long since run dry, just to keep the rhythm at something easy and manageable.

  “Don’t stop,” Ed murmured.

  “I won’t.”

  “Please.”

  “I won’t,” Sammy rasped.

  “You’re so tight. And so hot. I just…”

  “Need you.” Sammy would have been embarrassed at the inadvertent admission, but Ed already knew that much. He must have known. He must have felt it with every shaking breath, and in every hungry kiss.

&nb
sp; “Take what you need,” Ed encouraged. “Just…do whatever you need…”

  Sammy didn’t know what that was. He knew his body ached for more. “I can’t…yet…”

  “Don’t worry about it.” Ed cupped Sammy’s face. “This won’t be our last time. Promise you that.”

  Sammy smiled. “I’ll hold you to that.”

  “Good.”

  With Ed’s assurances still echoing in his ears, Sammy increased his tempo. He pressed his mouth to Ed’s once again, using the other man’s lips to muffle his screams as he moved faster and faster, letting Ed’s thick cock drive into his body, forcing his walls to stretch to accommodate every last centimeter. He adjusted to Ed naturally, which allowed him to move faster, to push harder, to seek more. Had there ever been pain? Sammy couldn’t remember now. There couldn’t be room in the world for pain when so much pleasure existed. Sensation built upon sensation, until every nerve ending joined the chorus.

  And then Ed started shouting, too.

  They were louder than the thunder. Louder than the rain. The car shook from the force of their coupling, the foggy windows rattling in their frames. They both used as much of their bodies as they could, clinging to each other, rocking against each other, demanding more. It reminded Sammy of a fight, and he had a feeling he would be completely exhausted and maybe even a little bruised by the time they finished. Their bodies were well matched, and neither one of them could quite gain the upper hand and take full control of the relentless, driving rhythm.

  They pushed and pulled, moaned and begged. They each took as much as they gave, and no matter who escalated the rhythm, the tempo, or the pressure of the kisses, the other matched it all quickly. Effortlessly. Like they were two bodies working from the same brain, the same wellspring of need and desire.

  One final roll of thunder masked Sammy’s shout as his cock erupted. He didn’t know what pushed him over the edge. There wasn’t a single warning. Ed hadn’t done anything to make him lose control. One second, he was riding Ed’s cock with all he had, and the next second, pleasure was soaking through him, like the rain had done. It hit with the same suddenness of the storm, and it left him with the same wired, high-strung sensation. Like volts of electricity were shooting through his bloodstream.

  He rocked back hard on Ed’s cock, his muscles clenching tightly, and was rewarded with a high pitched moan from Ed’s throat. Ed thrust his hips forward, and for a long, perfect moment, Sammy was filled with Ed’s throbbing cock and his hot come.

  “I think…that was worth…a bit of pain.” Sammy collapsed like a bag of potatoes. He couldn’t move. He knew he was smashing Ed to the floor, but he had absolutely no tension in his body.

  “Yes. Yes, it was.”

  “Sounds like the rain stopped.”

  Ed didn’t respond for a long moment. They were both silent, listening for the telltale rhythm of water against the roof. “Think you’re right.”

  “We probably have enough daylight left to fix the car.”

  “I don’t mind staying here for the rest of the night.”

  “What if you get cold?”

  “You’ll keep me warm.”

  Sammy smiled. “Just as well. I can’t move anyway.”

  “You remember earlier when I asked what we were supposed to do?”

  “Yeah. Is this the answer?”

  Ed shook his head. “No. But…I think we might be able to figure something out.”

  “I think you’re right.”

  They fell back into silence. Sammy wasn’t eager to break it. He just wanted to enjoy the quiet. It pressed in around them, comforting in its own way. He didn’t know if they’d ever be able to figure anything out. He didn’t even know if they’d be alive a year from now. But, for the first time in their lives, neither one of them was alone. Sammy didn’t think he had the need, or the right, to ask for anything beyond that.

  Epilogue

  * * *

  January 28, 1973

  Santa Monica, CA

  Sammy was a morning person. That fact didn’t surprise Ed, but it sure as hell annoyed him when Sammy began his day as the sun came up. To be fair, Sammy did try to keep quiet and avoid waking Ed, but Ed was naturally a light sleeper. Within an hour, he would be up, too. Sammy always had breakfast waiting for him—and he was always smiling—so Ed didn’t complain too much. Especially when they sat on the front porch together, each of them cradling a cup of coffee, and silently watched the seagulls swoop over the waves in search for their breakfast.

  “Sure beats the hell out of Evanston, doesn’t it?” Sammy looked up at the blue sky with a wide smile. The weather had been chilly and overcast for the past few weeks, but Ed would take a bit of rain over several feet of snow any day.

  “Yes, it does.”

  If Sammy noticed Ed was less than enthused, he didn’t say anything. He wore shorts and a T-shirt, showing off the deep tan he had developed since they moved to the beach. His entire body was the same deep hue, and the tips of his hair had been bleached by the sun. He looked like a man who had been born to the beach—a man who had no intention of leaving any time soon. Even when the Pacific was too cold to swim or surf, he liked to stick close to the coastline.

  “I feel like going for a drive today,” Sammy announced.

  Ed sipped at his coffee. “Where do you want to go?”

  “Maybe up north? We keep talking about going to Santa Barbara, and we’ve never made it.”

  “What about San Diego?”

  “We always go there.”

  “Because the water is warmer there.”

  Sammy tilted his head. “You make an excellent point. Bob and Casey are down there for the winter. We could crash with them.”

  Ed grimaced. “I’d rather just sleep on the beach.”

  “They’re not bad guys.”

  “No, they’re great guys, except Bob can’t seem to grasp the fact that I have no interest in sucking his cock. He just whines at me, like he thinks he’s going to just break me down.”

  “Maybe he should try slapping you around a bit first. That’s what convinced you to suck mine, wasn’t it?”

  Ed snorted. “Yeah, I think that’s how it happened.”

  “We don’t have to stay with them. Hell, we don’t have to go anywhere at all, if you don’t want to.”

  “We’ll see,” Ed said before taking a sip of his coffee. Sammy always made it very strong. That was the way all the hands on his dad’s ranch took it. Sammy probably didn’t even know that you could make coffee that a spoon wouldn’t stand straight up in.

  “Hey…did you see the news yesterday?”

  “No. I spent most of the day with Kerin, gathering crabs.”

  “Here.” Sammy thrust the newspaper into his face. “Read that and tell me if it says what I think it says.”

  Frowning, Ed took the paper and scanned the headlines. He didn’t know quite what to expect, but he never could have predicted what he actually saw.

  “Does this…does this mean what I think it means?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I think it does.”

  “Oh, my God.” The words swam in front of his eyes, and the relief crashing through him was louder than the relentless waves pounding against the beach.

  Secretary of Defense Laird announces the draft is ended in favor of voluntary enlistment.

  “What are you going to do now?” Sammy asked.

  “I don’t know.” Ed looked up with a grin. “I guess I’m going to get my shit together so we can go down to San Diego. And after that? I guess we’ll just have to play it by ear.”

  “Think you’ll go home?”

  “No. This is my home now. Unless…do you want to go home?”

  Sammy laughed. A full-throated, resonant sound. One of pure amusement. “No. I want to stay here with you.”

  “Good. Good.” Ed folded the newspaper and set it aside. He reached for Sammy with his free hand, and the other man’s fingers were warm from cradling the coffee. They held each other loosely as
the seagulls screeched at each other, and the sun sent a cascade of yellow light across the swelling waves.

  Pepper Espinoza

  Pepper Espinoza lives in southern California with her husband and her cats. She has spent the last year working as a full time author, and intends to start graduate school in the fall.

  You can learn more about Pepper by visiting her website: www.pepperverse.net

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