"I love you, too, Carrot."
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
"I know. I feel the same way. I feel like we have caught lightning in a
bottle." Over the next few weeks, "lightning" became our secret public code
to express how we were feeling when others were around and we couldn't be
explicit.
*****
Even though it was Monday, we left work early and hurried back to the
apartment. We went straight to the bedroom, stripped as fast as we could,
and kneeled face to face on the bed, making out and touching each other.
When we broke the kiss, I looked him in the eyes and said, "wish me luck,
Josie." He asked "for what," and I responded "you'll see." I then kissed
and licked his neck and chest and stomach before lowering myself and taking
his dick in my mouth. It was easier and better than I thought, even with
the foreskin.
"Oh my God, Mace," John moaned as I slid back and forth on him. "That feels
so good." (I had used the same Max and Mace logic on John as I had on
Ellie; on the rare occasion he called me other than Carrot, it was always
Mace).
The angle was bad, and my jaw started to hurt. I pulled off.
"Oh, come on, you cannot stop now."
"I had to. The angle was wrong. Lie down."
He did, diagonal across the bed. With my back to his face, I moved my hand
to the other side of him, and lowered my mouth back to his dick. With the
curve of his dick, the angle was perfect, and I was able to take him deeper
than I had before. Before long, he was tapping on my shoulder. I kept going
until the last second, pulled off, and jerked him to orgasm. He raised up
as he came, and he bit the back of my shoulder.
When he regained his composure, he offered that I had "cut it close."
"I know. But, I didn't want to stop."
"How was it?" he asked.
"Not bad, actually."
"Really?"
"Yeah. A little funky and odd, but not bad."
"You did well."
"Thanks, I guess. You should probably thank Ellie. She gives great head."
John rolled toward me, whispered "let's not talk about Ellie," put his
mouth on my right nipple, and took my dick in his right hand. "What if my
mouth is not big enough?" he asked.
"Just try your best," I urged. There was some unfortunate initial contact
with teeth, but John got it worked out and was soon sliding up and down on
my dick. As I got close, I tapped John on the head so he knew I was about
to come. John pulled off and started to jack me. I arched my back as my
orgasm started in my balls and shot through my dick. My cum hit the wall
over my head. I had never come so hard.
As John settled in next to me, I asked "what did you think?"
"It was okay," he said.
"It was better than okay for me."
"I am glad. And, I could tell. You hit the wall again."
We blew each other twice more that night. Each time was better than the one
before. By the end of the night, we were laying next to each other, head to
toe, talking and tickling each other's crotches. I took John's dick in my
hand, suggested we try to come at same time, and started jerking him. He
did the same.
"Are you getting close?" he asked.
"Not really," I answered.
"Slow down. I am." I did. When he started jacking me faster, I speeded up
on him, too.
"I'm getting close," I said.
"Me, too."
"Oh, Josie, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," I said, shooting straight up
in the air. Cum rained down on us. Just as I was finishing, I felt John's
dick thicken, his body tense under my arm, and cum move through and out his
dick.
"We should get some sleep," John urged.
"I know," I answered, wiping the cum off John and me with the shirt I had
used earlier. It was getting sticky and thick.
When we were settled into the pillows, I put my lips to John's and told him
I wanted to fall asleep kissing him. "Okay," he said, pulling me closer to
and putting his arm around me.
"I love you, Josie," I said, into his mouth.
"I love you, too, Carrot."
We fell asleep, mouth to mouth.
Part Five
The next morning, John and I awoke facing each other. I took his hand in
mine, intertwining our fingers. We smiled at each other for awhile before
John suggested that I cancel my weekend plan to visit Ellie, "I think we
should see where this is going."
"I'd love to, but I can't," I answered. "There's an event at her firm, and
she's counting on me being there as her date."
"Maybe I should go to Chicago to visit Vi while you are gone," he answered.
"Why, so I have to wonder all weekend what you're up to?"
"No. So I do not have to rattle around here alone, wondering all weekend
what you are up to. Although, from what you have shared, I suspect I know
what you will be up to."
"I dunno," I answered. "A lot's changed since she was last here." I leaned
over to John, kissed him on the lips, and whispered, "You know I'd rather
stay here with you."
"I would rather you stay here with me," he whispered back.
"Funny, isn't it?"
"How so?"
"Well," I said. "A month ago, I didn't know you. Now, I can't imagine not
knowing you. And, I had no interest in same-sex sex. Now, I can't wait for
the next wall to fall."
"The next wall is a big one," John warned.
"I know. But, I've been penetrated with toys before. So, I don't think a
dick'll be much different."
"Ellie?"
"Of course. She's into everything."
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"You know, I got hard from it, so I must have liked it as some level."
"Then, it is settled. Tonight, we will try. On the living room floor."
"Like your next syllable, I look forward to it with great eagerness," I
said, again quoting Hobson.
"Me, too," John said, adding, "But, in the meantime, I think we should blow
each other once more before we head to work."
John maneuvered around until we were ready to 69. In the past, I didn't
much care for the position or the action, as it was too much. I felt like I
was on sensory overload. But, this was like riding a teeter totter. When I
was down, John was up, and when John was up, I was down. I'd have laughed
if it hadn't been so hot. John came first, without any warning whatsoever.
I had no chance (I was too close to coming myself) to pull off, so I
swallowed. It was bitter, and I gagged a little bit.
I tried to hold on as long as I could. I thought of unsexy things and
mundane tasks. I was ebbing away when John grabbed the base of my dick with
his hand and moved it in unison with his mouth. The stimulation of my
entire shaft was too much, I announced "I'm gonna come," and I shot the
first volley into John's mouth as he tried to pull off. The remainder wound
up on his face and in his hair.
Neither of us moved. John started to laugh, and I joined him.
"I tried to let you come in my mouth, I swear," he said.
"That's okay. I'd rather come on your face and in your hair. I like marking
you."
John spun around, pinned me to the bed, and shook his head, trying to shake
my cum onto me. It didn't work, but we laughed as he tried. He locked his
hands in mine, lowered his face, kissed me softly, and whispered, "what am
I going to do with you?"
"Pretty much anything you want," I whispered back.
*****
We had a summer associate event that night, and John thought it'd look
strange if neither of us showed. We were already worried that people were
talking about how close we had become in a short amount of time. We were
convinced Ellie and Vi were the only things retarding the gossip. John
encouraged me to publicize my weekend in New York with my girlfriend, and
he started talking excitedly about visiting Vi and how much he missed her.
I skipped the summer event, pleading family commitments in St. Charles.
Instead of visiting my family, I went directly from work to liquor store
and bought and expensive bottle of wine. Then, I swung by Target and bought
candles. Then, I headed to the apartment and pulled the bag of toys Ellie
and shared from my closet (It was 1990, and AIDS was still very much a
death sentence; I probably should have gotten condoms, but I trusted
Josie's representation he had never been with another man). I retrieved
lube and a dildo. I coated the dildo with lube, and while waiting for
Josie, tried to get myself as ready as I could.
When John got home at 8:30, the wine was open (and mostly gone), the
candles were lit, and I was as ready as I could be. I was in my underwear
on a down comforter on the living room floor, listening to the Cure.
"Great minds think alike," John said, presenting a bottle of wine and a
candle.
"We don't need the candle," I said. "But, we definitely need the wine. I'll
open it while you get ready."
John went to the bedroom while I went to the kitchen. I returned with an
open bottle of wine. He returned nude. A fool, he flexed and posed for me.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked coyly.
"I'm pretty sure your brain is your best feature," I responded,
sarcastically.
Pretending to pout, he complained "maybe I should fuck someone who
appreciates me for my gorgeous body." I had a lot of options available. I
thought about responding that minds are more durable than bodies, which
would have been a sweet response. I thought about responding "good luck
finding that someone," which would have been a bitter response. I settled
on "you should fuck someone who loves you tons," which was the right
response.
We sat cross-legged on the floor and drank. John was hard, and I could tell
he was eager. I was eager, too.
When it was time to go, I laid face down on the floor, with a pillow under
my hips, so my rear end was raised. John lubed himself and me generously.
"Tell me if I hurt you," he said.
"You're about to fuck me," I responded, laughing. "Of course you're going
to hurt me."
The details are not important. Suffice to say, there were many false
starts, it took a lot of work, and there was definitely some pain, but John
finally worked himself all the way in. I felt very full. As John gave me
time to adjust, he intertwined his fingers with mine, and stretched my arms
up over my head. He was covering me head to toe. It was the most intimate
moment of my life.
"I love you so much, Carrot," he said.
"I love you too, Josie."
"How much?"
"Tons, like I said."
>From that point on, we had a new secret word. Whenever we wanted to say "I
love you" in public, we just worked "tons" into the conversation. It was
pretty easy. "I have tons to do" or "I have tons of time" or "I'm having
tons of fun" drew no suspicions.
"It is all I can do not to buck like mad," he said.
"You can buck," I said. "But, I think I'd prefer that you not 'buck like
mad.'"
John started slowly sliding in and out of me. He was still covering me head
to toe, and a thin layer of sweat spread between us.
"I am not going to last long," he said.
"Good," I assured him.
He started moving faster, and his breath became ragged.
"I am so close," he said. "Can I come inside you?"
"Of course," I insisted.
He did, pushing into me as deeply as he could. It may have been only my
imagination, but I thought I could feel his cum entering me.
John buried his face in my hair.
"I love you so much," he said, rolling off me. "And, thank you. That was
incredible."
"You liked it?"
"I loved it. I have never felt so close to anyone in my life."
"I felt the same way."
"Did it hurt a lot?"
"No, not a lot. And, turning you on actually turned me on."
"I can tell," he said, taking my dick in his hand. "It looks like I have
some work to do." He kissed my neck, which I love. My neck is one of the
most sensitive parts of my body.
He proceeded to make love to my body, kissing and licking all the way to my
dick and back up. He grabbed his wine glass, and poured what was left in it
down my chest and stomach. I felt it running all over me. He then licked
every last bit back off of me. I had been ready to come when he finished
fucking me. Now, his chest grazing my dick was about to send me over the
edge.
"I need to come," I whispered.
"Be patient," he whispered back. He licked down to my crotch, but skipped
my dick and worked on my balls and where my legs met my pelvis. I took my
dick in my hand, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
"Patience," he said, again.
"I'm not Job," I answered. "I need to come. My balls are starting to ache."
"Good, that is what I wanted." He moved to my dick, took me in his mouth,
and started working the head with his tongue. I tapped him on the shoulder,
letting him know I was about to blow. He kept going, taking me deeper into
his mouth. I came, a lot. He sucked me harder. I felt him swallow as he
did. I came more than I ever had.
"Jesus, Carrot," he said when I was finished. "I thought you were never
going to stop."
"I know. That was a big one. Sorry about that."
"It is alright. It was the least I could do, after you let me fuck you. . .
. Speaking of which, can we do it again?"
"Already?"
"Yes. See?" he asked, standing up and over me, showing me that he was hard
again.
"Yes, please," I answered.
John fucked me twice more that night. The first time, I was on my stomach
again, like before. The second time, he said he wanted to be able to see
me, so we tried it on my back. It was more difficult to get started, but I
liked that I could see what he was doing. As he went at me, we locked eyes.
I felt like he could see into my soul. I was so happy I wanted to cry. I
reached up and touched his face. He folded his head into my hand.
"I do not want to come," he said.
"I know."
"I could go on like this forever."
"Me, too."
He lowered his face to mine and kissed me. I gripped his head in my hands,
hungrily kissing him back. He grunted, and I felt him filling me. The
emotion and the intimacy and the pleasure was too much for me, and I came,
too, coating my chest and stomach. John lowered himself to me, covering me
head to toe. We kissed, gently, without hunger, until we had to stop to
catch our breath.
*****
It was past midnight when we settled into a bath, with me resting against
his chest. We were both well past tired. John's fingers were in the narrow
path of hair on my chest.
"Hey, Mace, I just had a crazy idea. Do you think we should live together
this year?"
"That's a pretty public declaration, isn't it?"
"It does not have to be. We could get a 2 bedroom apartment somewhere
between Chicago and Northwestern. We could share a bed when Ellie and Vi
are not over and sleep in our own rooms when they are."
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