by S. C. Wynne
Instinctively, I pressed into his hand and a groan escaped me. God, he was right, my body was aching to be taken by him. His fingers moved and flicked at my belt buckle, and I closed my eyes and sighed. “I…I want to. Don’t think I don’t.”
“Let’s undress, and start slow.” His voice was deep, persuasive. “I’m going to take my clothes off and I want you to do the same.”
The feel of his hand on my cock even through my clothing was so good, so seductive. My anxiety began draining away, the panic subsiding. I undressed slowly, feeling slightly self-conscious when I caught a glimpse of Michael. He was perfect, tanned and strong. Lean thighs and shoulders, a smooth chest with a sprinkling of dark hair leading down toward his envy worthy abs. I resembled a gawky kid next to a god, but his expression showed nothing but approval and desire as his gaze ran hungrily over my body. The minute I’d pulled my briefs off my dick filled with blood and stood at attention. “I’m sorry, it’s been a while.”
“Don’t you dare apologize, you’re perfect.” We lay back down and he moved close. Our bodies sealed together from our chest to our thighs. Erections hot and hard against each other, I closed my eyes at the excitement that bounced through me. Just the touch of another human was amazing, his warm hands fluttered down my back, over my buttocks. His scent was so different from Rory, his tangy cologne filling my nose as his mouth reclaimed mine. I just wanted to lie there and hold him, enjoy his tongue seeking the soft depths of my mouth.
I clenched my fingers in his black curls, pushing my hands against his skull, reveling in the texture of him. He reached between my legs and his fingers grazed my hole, then stroked my balls. I melted into his flesh, my pliant thighs parting in a silent invitation. A small moan escaped him as I wrapped my legs around him, his velvety hardness sinking into my stomach. He pushed his hand between our writhing bodies to grasp my cock firmly. Sparks ran through me, streaking from my balls to my toes. His hand slid up and down my dick, massaging the head with his thumb.
“That feels so good,” I whispered.
He’d said we could go slow, but all at once I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted. I was filled with a newfound curiosity. He was so gentle and careful with me that I wasn’t as afraid anymore, I was eager to experience him. I wanted to know what he would feel like inside me and I was too aroused to feel any crippling guilt. It had been so long, too long since I’d done this. My dick was overly sensitive and I was afraid if he kept touching me I was going to come.
“Wait, wait.” I panted. “I’m…shit…too close.”
“Lie down on your back,” he said. He released me and pushed me down. “I want to suck your dick.”
“What about you?” Just the words he was saying were about to make me shoot.
“First of all, I want to suck you. Second, you’re way too close to the edge, it’s been so long. And third, we have all night.” His warm breath blew across my balls as he spoke.
I writhed on the bed and hissed as his wet mouth engulfed the head of my cock. The suction was just right, and he used the flat of his tongue against my shaft from root to tip. He swallowed me halfway into his moist throat and I tried to restrain myself from thrusting into him but it wasn’t easy. It was so good I was lightheaded from the sensations rolling up my dick as he tugged and sucked, working me expertly. Jesus, he knew his way around a cock.
He pulled his mouth off my dick and whispered, “We’re just taking the edge off.” He kept working the base with his hand as he spoke.
“I’m…it’s…I…” My hips were rolling and I couldn’t form words into sentences anymore, his touch was so amazing, my balls ached for release.
“Then you can suck me, and later I’m going to fuck you so deep.”
I couldn’t stop. I shot what could have been a year’s worth of cum. It hit his cheek and covered my stomach in milky-white streams. My hips stuttered and my muscles clenched with the power of my orgasm. His hands kept moving, coaxing every last second of my release as my hips jerked helplessly.
I collapsed into the mattress a drained, shuddering wreck only capable of breathing as if I’d run a marathon. His mouth fluttered along my abs, his fingers sliding up my chest to my throat. His moist mouth covered mine, and then moved up to brush my temple.
“Feeling alive yet?” he asked softly.
I nodded. My God, did I feel alive. I glanced down and spent though I was, my stomach clenched with desire at the sight of his rigid cock. He wasn’t complaining, but it was obvious from his seeping dick he was as turned-on as a man could get. I grasped his cock firmly, causing him to gasp in surprise. He closed his eyes at my touch and flexed his hips against my grip.
“Now it’s your turn,” I breathed. I was surprised at the tingling excitement rebuilding slowly at the base of my limp dick.
“No, it’s okay,” he protested weakly.
“Be quiet.” I slid my hand up his cock. “Lie on your back.”
He obeyed willingly. I straddled his knees, our skin sticking to each other with a mixture of sweat and cum. He grabbed my hips and I bent and licked the top of his dick with the flat of my tongue. He shivered as I swallowed him halfway, rolling my lips up and down the length of him. “Oh, that’s good,” he panted, bucking his hips.
His head thrown back, he seemed buried in the sensation of my mouth on him, his hands dropped from my body and clutched the cloth beneath him, his abdominal muscles tensed. The taste and musky smell of him was such a turn-on. I became excited and completely submerged in the feeling of our bodies rubbing against each other. My dick filled with blood and amazingly extended to its full length, ready to go again. I had to touch myself, he was so beautiful and the sensations of my mouth gliding over his cock had me hungry to climax again.
I sat up, pulling my lips off his dick roughly and replacing the pressure with my eager hands. His eyes were dark and intense as they held mine. His lips parted, I could almost see the orgasm building deep in his chocolate gaze. He thrust hard against my palm and his swollen cock pulsed in my hand. He clenched his face and cried out as cum sprayed his stomach and ran down my moving fingers. I tried to concentrate on squeezing him but it was hard to do now as I teetered on the edge. Unbelievably I came for the second time that night, spilling seed over my hand. It wasn’t the mind-splitting experience from a moment ago, but it was deep and warm and my muscles quaked with pleasure.
I rolled off him and lay panting next to him, exhausted. “I…never…God, that was amazing.”
He touched my thigh and said breathlessly, “You’re amazing.” He turned his head to look at me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Better than okay. I needed that more than I knew.”
He grinned. “Oddly enough, me too.”
“What, a playboy doctor like you?”
He sat up and grabbed tissues, handing me a bunch. We wiped off and then we both scooted against the headboard. “My love life is sort of depressing lately.”
“Why’s that?”
He rubbed his chin. “When I was younger I was kind of like you implied. I screwed around more. It didn’t matter if the person was even likeable really, I’d fuck ‘em.”
I listened, not saying anything. It seemed only fair that he have someone to hear what he had to say for a change.
“But I turned fifty a couple of years ago and I just stopped wanting that,” he said.
“But you mentioned you had an ex as recently as last year.”
“Yeah, he was the result of me trying to be all grown up and monogamous.” He grimaced.
“Is that a struggle for you, to be with only one person, I mean?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No. It wasn’t the monogamous part that was the problem. He was my age, but only chronologically. In hindsight, he was very immature. Well, you saw it yourself in the decorating. He was trying too hard all the time.”
“I get it.”
“I guess I just don’t feel like pretending now. I’ve earned the right to be who I am and to hell w
ith anyone who doesn’t like it. I like a comfortable couch and a normal-size TV. So sue me.” He grinned.
“I like you the way you are.” It sort of slipped out. It wasn’t untrue but I didn’t love having said it out loud. I’d never liked being the first one to share feelings. But when I thought about how open he was being I figured it was okay. It was unusual to have met someone so funny and kind. He’d been so amazingly gentle and nurturing when we had sex, it had helped me get past the guilt of being with someone other than Rory. I didn’t know many men who could have put aside their egos like he had to guide me through it.
He nudged my shoulder with his. “Thank you. That actually means a lot coming from you.”
I sat silent for a moment, then I spoke slowly. “My life was very different from yours. I…I only had a couple of relationships in college and in my early twenties, I met Rory.”
“You two never had any fights where you went out and fucked other people?”
“Oh, God no,” I said vehemently.
“That’s amazing. I’m envious of that stability,” he said softly.
I frowned. “Don’t be too envious, because it’s gone now.”
He touched my leg. “I’m sorry.”
I nodded a little surprised I didn’t feel angry at him. My usual rage at the world seemed still at the moment. “I…I depended on him being there always. It never occurred to me he wouldn’t be and when he died I just got lost in my grief. I couldn’t seem to eat or sleep or even breathe without him there.”
“Is that when Fredrick was so worried about you?”
“Yes. I’m afraid I put him through hell. He was the only one who loved Rory like I did, so unfortunately he got the brunt of it.”
“He was afraid he was going to lose you both. That’s part of why he came to me. I think he was preparing for the worst.”
I rubbed my face tiredly. “I know.”
He scooted flat and pulled me with him, engulfing me in his warm arms. “You know what? Enough talk, let’s get some sleep, what do you say?” I breathed in his masculine scent and rubbed my cheek against the fine hairs on his chest, feeling groggy all at once.
“God, that sounds wonderful.” His heart beat steadily under my ear and the slow up and down of his breathing was lulling. I wrapped my arm around him and after a moment my eyes began to feel heavy and the heat of his body next to mine seduced me into a deep sleep.
I dreamed of Rory. But it wasn’t the usual dream. He was smiling and surrounded by amber sunlight and looking euphoric. He held me in the dream tight to his chest, and I swore I actually sensed him brush my cheek with his warm lips.
I woke and realized I’d been dreaming, asleep for hours.
It took a moment for me to remember where I was. Michael and I were still entangled, our legs entwined. The soft light of morning was hovering outside. I’d slept most of the night without waking. Michael stirred and kissed the top of my head. I looked up and he was grinning down at me sleepily.
“Good morning.” His gaze was so warm and affectionate I flushed with pleasure. It had been so long since anyone looked at me like that. I moved my arm and bumped into his obvious erection. I was already painfully aware I had a hell of a boner between my legs and was torn between feeling embarrassed and desperately horny.
“Morning.”
He laughed and untangled himself from me and before I knew what he was up to his warm, moist mouth had engulfed the tip of my cock. “Oh, shit,” I said, surprised. Lust spiked through me like an inferno. Good morning, Michael.
He pulled his lips off me and reached into the side table. He riffled through the drawer and pulled out a condom and lube. “You’re a beautiful sight to wake up to,” he said. “I don’t want to waste that beauty of a hard-on.”
I lay back submissively when he pressed me into the bed. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I said weakly. “Wh…what are you doing?”
He chuckled, slid a condom over his thick cock and lubed it heavily. “I’m having my way with you.”
He lay on me and kissed me deep, sticking his tongue into my mouth teasingly. The softness of his touch spiked a wanton hunger through me. I sucked his tongue hard, fantasizing it was his dick. Jesus, I hadn’t been this horny since I was sixteen. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into me. Our groins were crushed against each other, until he raised his hips carefully and dipped his hand between my legs and rubbed a searching finger across my hole. “Ah, there’s the magical spot.”
“Awwwg,” I mumbled at his touch.
“Just so you know, I like you the way you are too,” he whispered. His manner was different, more forceful. I guess he knew now that I wasn’t the fragile, delicate flower I’d thought I was. But I didn’t care, I welcomed this change in him. He circled my entrance with his lubed fingers a few times and then slowly penetrated me. He lifted his mouth from mine and kissed my cheek as I moaned low in my throat. It burned a little but the sliding ache was replaced by a pleasurable tingling. He circled inside me, searching and stroking and when his seeking finger hit my gland I almost bounced off the bed. I might have if his heavy, muscled body hadn’t been weighing me down into the mattress.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, jerking my hips roughly as he reduced me to a trembling mess of oohs and ahhs.
He watched me with his hooded gaze, his lips parted as his finger continued to probe me. When he added a second finger I lost the ability to be moderately quiet. The sensations building inside me were indescribably delicious, my insides were like honey. “You’re so ready for this,” he said against my ear, urging me on.
I couldn’t answer, but my heart surged. My cock was lying hard against my belly, leaking onto my stomach. He pulled his fingers out of me and grasped his dick, guiding it to my hole, caressing me with the tip.
“You feel so good,” he said. “How do you not know how fucking sexy you are?”
“Jesus, I feel like a frightened virgin,” I said breathlessly. “It’s been a while since I bottomed.”
“I’ll be careful but I need to be in you.”
I nodded, although I was scared. I hadn’t been fucked for so long I was afraid it might hurt and turned-on at the same time. He nudged his cock forward and I heard a ringing in my ears as his thickness breached my tight entrance. I was filled by him. Every inch of me stretched open and vulnerable, registering him everywhere in my body. He paused and kissed the side of my neck, nipping at me gently. Inch by inch he entered me farther until he was lodged in me almost fully. His muscles shook with the effort to hold himself back. “Are you okay, am I hurting you?”
It’d stung a little at first with the initial burning push searing into me. But now discomfort had been replaced by a clutching, aching need. I answered him without words and by sinking onto his cock as far as I could impale myself, bumping my crotch into his balls with a small grunt and wrapping my legs around him.
A slight hesitation and then a tiny, lusty smile of approval and he drove into me as if he was tunneling to China. He burrowed into my narrow passage with a fierceness that radiated to my core.
A soft whine erupted from deep in my throat as he slowly started pumping into me. I grappled with the feelings of pleasure rippling through me. My cock was so hard and I needed to touch it or I’d lose my mind. I jerked it hard as he fucked my ass, staring into my eyes with an intensity I’d never experienced. That was so hot and dirty it was oddly freeing and the sensations shooting through me were rough and borderline painful. His thrusts seemed frantic and I recognized the look in his gaze from the night before. That glazed expression spreading across his beautiful face heralded the arrival of his orgasm.
He came with one final rough push and even with a condom on I sensed him erupt into me. But then I was distracted by the niggling of my climax nipping at me and by the grasping and squeezing my fingers roughly on my dick, I brought my orgasm to an explosive head. Wet, sticky streams flew over my fingers and up onto my chest and throat. A wordless cry wre
nched from me and I convulsed, waves of pleasure barreling through me.
His arms were still around me and I held him tight as we fell to earth, our quaking bodies settling eventually. I was empty, spent and almost unable to move my weak muscles. I stalled as long as I could but finally had to attempt to clean up, seeing as I was a sticky mess.
We wiped ourselves off and I sat on the edge of the bed, exhausted. “I guess I’m not a virgin anymore.”
He grinned and stroked his hand down my back. “You still got the moves, old man.”
I grimaced. “I’ll be feeling my age later today, I have no doubt.”
“Do you want to shower first?” he asked. “I would suggest we shower together but I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you still.”
“Um…four times in a twenty-four-hour period and my dick will fall off.”
“We wouldn’t want that.”
“No. And yes, thank you, I’ll go first if that’s okay?” I asked.
“Of course.” He pointed toward the master bath. “Everything you need should be in there.”
The warm water was so great rolling down my tired body. My mind drifted to Michael. It surprised me how comfortable I was with him after such a short time of knowing each other. He’d been so understanding of my lingering issues about Rory, it was hard not to like him even more. I’d always sort of figured I’d have to have it all worked out to even try to get close to someone else. He hadn’t seemed to mind that I was still grappling with issues about Rory. Maybe that was the psychologist in him. It must take a special type of person to be able to help people dealing with emotional issues. I scrubbed myself with a coconut shower gel and washed my short blond hair. Then I got dressed and made my way downstairs, following the smell of fresh coffee.
Michael was in the kitchen, buttering toast. The table had two bowls with fresh fruit and yogurt. He carried a plate to the table and motioned for me to sit.
“Coffee?” he asked.
“You may as well be asking me if I want air. Of course coffee.” I smiled. I took the large mug he handed me and slurped exaggeratedly. “The elixir of life.” It wasn’t sludge by any stretch of the imagination.