pleasure. I especially liked when he straddled me and fucked my face,
although describing it thusly makes it sound way more base than it was. It
was not a carnal act of lust; it was an act of love
We made love a lot, usually with John topping me. For every time I fucked
him, he fucked me thrice. I liked bottoming more than he did, and he liked
topping more than I did.
We spent a lot of time at Forest Park, talking our way around the 6.2 mile
track that encircled it. We talked a lot about what we were doing, and what
it meant. John was convinced our affair did not have to mean we were gay,
we had just caught lightning in a bottle. I was not so sure. I started to
look backward, wondering if my religion and upbringing had convinced me of
something that was not true.
We spent most evenings on the couch, listening to music and reading to each
other. When John read, I sat back against him, so I could feel his voice
through his chest. When I read, John sat at the opposite end of the couch,
either locking his legs in mine or pressing the bottom of his feet to the
bottom of mine.
We absented ourselves from most of the firm's summer social events. We
stopped caring if our absences were noticeable. Our summer together was
winding down, and we were both pensive about what the future held. We were
an island.
*****
The final weekend of my summer (with Chicago's trimesters, John would be at
the Firm another month after I left), my golfing buddy from law school,
Freddie Patterson, visited. Freddie had gone to school in Boulder, and he
was the definition of crunchy. He had curly brown hair that he spent no
time on. He had twinkly eyes, and his smile lit up his face. He wore
peasant shirts and ripped jeans and Birkenstocks. He was stunning. He was
easily the most handsome man I had ever met in real life. When Ellie met
him, she said, "He's so hot he sucked the oxygen from the room." She did
not overstate it.
John was going to have dinner with us on Friday night, then leave early
Saturday for Chicago to visit Vi. Freddie was staying with us, and John had
told me "there was no way" he could stay in St. Louis and not have me in
his bed, and he did not want Freddie to figure out or find out what was
going on.
The best laid plans . . . . When John went to the bathroom during dinner,
Freddie looked at me and announced "that guy's in love with you."
"He is not."
"You may not know it, but he is. You should see the way he looks at you.
It's obvious."
"I think you're wrong," I protested.
"I'm not. So, be careful."
"Careful of what?" I asked.
"You know, if he tries to talk you into something."
"I'm not easily persuadable," I lied.
With Freddie settled on the couch, I tried to stay in my bed. I just
couldn't. My nights with John were dwindling, and I didn't want to
sacrifice one for appearance's sake. So, I closed my bedroom door, closed
John's bedroom door, and climbed into bed with him.
We were face to face, kissing lightly. I whispered, "We can't make any
noise."
"It will be hard to fuck you and not make noise," he answered.
"You're going to fuck me?" I asked.
"You are going to be gone soon. I am not going to waste one of our few
remaining nights."
"By the way, Freddie thinks you're in love with me."
"I am," he responded.
"I know," I said. "But, if Freddie figured it out, then everyone else will,
too. He's not insightful."
"Does he think you are in love with me?"
"No. He thinks I should be careful."
"Interesting," John said, pausing. "You are in love with me, though, right?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then tell me."
"That's like saying there's gravity. Isn't it evident?"
"It is, but I want to hear it."
"Fine," I said, sarcastically. "I'm in love with you, John Chester
Frederick the Third. I love you more than life itself. I'll never love
another the way I love you, heart and soul, mind and body."
"I am glad," he said. "If you love me so much, let me fuck you right now."
"I couldn't stop you even if I wanted to."
I rolled onto my back and guided John inside me. To avoid making noise, he
moved in and out of me very slowly.
"I have never fucked anyone so slowly," John whispered. "It feels
incredible."
"I know," I said. "My whole body is on fire."
I have no idea how long he went at me, but it was a long time. We were
soaked with sweat by the time I felt him swell and spill inside me. He
collapsed onto me.
"My arms are like jelly," he said.
"So are my legs."
"I want you to come."
"I'm really close. That was fucking awesome, no pun intended," I laughed.
John raised up, kissed me softly, and then licked down my chin and neck,
nipple to nipple, and then down my treasure trail to my dick. He took me in
his hand and his mouth, and I came hard and long. Cum ran out of John's
mouth and down my dick. When John pulled off, he spit my cum in his hands,
and then wiped it on the towel we now kept for such things. After cleaning
me up, he dropped down beside me.
"Jesus, Mace. That was like a gallon of cum. There was no way I could
swallow all that."
"I was really turned on. I just got an awesome lay from an awesome guy."
"I am awesome," he deadpanned.
I had to pee, so I slipped on my boxers, quietly left John's room, and then
quietly left my room. Freddie was in the hallway, also headed to the
bathroom.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he responded. "Are you alright? You're soaked with sweat."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I get hot when I sleep," I lied. "And, I have night
terrors. Do me a favor, and wake me up tomorrow. I've been oversleeping
lately, and I don't want to rush around."
"Sure," he said.
"You go first," I said. "I'll wait."
When I climbed back into bed, John was asleep. I nudged him awake. "Hey,
Josie," I whispered. "Wake up."
"Go to sleep," he said, not opening his eyes.
"No. I want you to fuck me again. The last one was for Friday night. Since
you're not going to be here tomorrow night, I need one for Saturday night."
"I am really tired," he said.
"Lay on your back," I instructed. He did, and I made love to his body with
my lips and tongue. I took him in my mouth. When I had him good and hard, I
climbed on and gently rode him, again going very slow to make sure we made
no noise. John never opened his eyes. I propped myself on my arms and
whispered "Look at me. And touch me."
John opened his eyes and looked directly at me. With the door closed, the
room was so dark it was difficult to see him.
"I love you, Josie. I really do."
"I love you, too, Carrot. I really do."
"I want to come when you come," I said.
"I am very close."
"Touch me."
John took my dick in his hand and slowly stroked it.
"Tell me when you're ready," I whispered.
"I am almost there."
/> "Me, too."
"I am coming."
"Me, too."
I felt him swell inside me as I unloaded on the paneling yet again.
"Oh, fuck," he grunted, a little too loudly.
"Shhhhh," I whispered.
"Keep going," he said. "I think I am going to come again."
I kept riding him. I felt him swell in me again. He raised up and bit my
shoulder as he came again, letting out a low, guttural groan as he did. I
kissed his forehead, his nose, and his mouth.
"It just keeps getting better and better," he said.
"I know, Ass," I said, quoting P.G. Wodehouse. "You're ruining me for
everyone else."
"I am not sure there should ever be anyone else."
"I'm not, either."
When I had cleaned myself up, I told John I was going to sleep in my own
bed. One, I had to get up early for golf. Two, for cover, I had asked
Freddie to wake me up.
"Okay," he said. "But, kiss me good-bye in the morning. Without waking me
up."
"I'll try," I said.
*****
When I went into John's room the next morning, he was awake. "Make love to
me before you leave," he demanded.
"I'd love to," I said. "But, I don't think we have time. I told Freddie to
wake me, and he's going to bang on the door any time."
"I do not care. I need to feel you inside me before you go. Please."
I was already dressed for golf. John's neediness made me hard. He was on
his back, and he raised his legs, exposing himself. I unzipped my shorts,
pulled my dick through the opening in my briefs, and moved over him. I was
about to spit in my hand, but John said, "I got myself ready."
I pushed into him. I tried to fuck him slowly to avoid making noise, but he
would not have it. "Hurry," he said. "Fuck me harder."
I sped up. I could not go fast enough for John. "Freddie is going to hear
us," I warned.
"I do not care," John said. "I need you to fuck me harder."
I started pounding in and out of him. I was sure Freddie could hear the
bedsprings and the floor boards, just as I could when John was fucking Vi
and I was on the couch. I stopped caring. I could see the pleasure I was
delivering on John's face, and that is all I cared about.
"Oh, Josie," I said. "I'm so close."
"Me, too," John said, grabbing his dick and starting to jerk it. I heard
Freddie knock on the door and call my name just as I was filling John's
ass.
"Oh, God," I said. "I think Freddie is in the next room."
"Stay there. I am really close."
I stayed inside John as I softened. He came just as Freddie knocked on his
door. I pulled out, put my dick away, and zipped up my shorts.
"Just a second," I said. "I'll be right there."
I grabbed a pair of John's socks and hustled to the door. As I was about to
open it, I looked toward John and mouthed "tons." He mouthed "tons" back.
"Sorry," I said to Freddie. "I had to get a pair of socks. I have only
dress socks here."
"No worries," Freddie said. But, I did not think he bought my explanation.
After all, I wouldn't need to close the door behind me just to borrow socks.
*****
When we got home from golf, my heart leapt when I saw John's Cherokee still
parked in front of the building. He had not gone to visit Vi.
When we got upstairs, there was a note. "Vi called. She needs to focus on
school, so this weekend is not good. I am going for a run around the Park.
I would like to hang out with you guys tonight, but I do not want to
intrude."
Freddie read the note over my shoulder. He was not fooled. "He stayed to be
with you."
"Freddie, I really think you're wrong," I said.
"I'm not. And, now I'm pretty sure you have the same feelings for him that
he has for you. Which is totally cool. I'm not going to judge. My brother's
gay. I fucked a guy in college, just to see what it was like. Different
strokes for different folks. But, don't bullshit me. The sound of fucking
is pretty singular, and I know I heard fucking this morning. I don't know
who was fucking who, but someone was fucking someone, and it was only you
and John."
Caught red-handed, I relented. "Fine. You win. I was fucking him. It came
out of nowhere, and now we're lost in it."
"Well . . . . A hint of honesty. Congratulations. To both of you. That's
awesome. Don't let go without a fight."
"I won't," I insisted.
"It's going to get hard, especially if he's going to try to keep pretending
to have a girlfriend."
"Well, I have Ellie," I responded.
"Ellie's not your girlfriend, and you're not her boyfriend. You two fuck
each other. That's all you do."
"Well, that's not all we do," I said, laughing.
"Right. You two fuck and suck and lick and do whatever. But, you're not in
a relationship. You're exercise equipment. Fuck, you like me more than you
like her."
I had no response. He was right. I liked him more than anyone else, save
John.
We each showered and washed the golf and sweat off. We put on music. We
drank wine. Freddie loaded a pipe and smoked pot. He offered some to me,
but I declined.
"So, you fucked a guy?" I asked.
"Sure. It was Boulder. Everyone did everything. It was the only way to fit
in."
"Did you like it?"
"What's not to like? It was tight and warm and wrapped around my dick."
"You ever been fucked?" I asked.
"Uh . . . . no. I'm not gay, and I have no interest in getting fucked."
"You ever blow a guy?" I followed up.
"No. I also have no interest in sucking a dick. But, I let a gay friend
talk me into letting him blow me. Once he did, I had to keep letting him.
He was awesome at it."
"I'm getting better at it," I offered.
"Congratulations, I guess," Freddie said. "I mean, whatever floats your
boat."
I let it drop. I didn't want Freddie to think I wanted to blow him, and I
thought that's what the conversation was suggesting.
When John got back from his run, I bounded after him to his room. "Look," I
said. "Freddie knows. Don't freak out. He figured it out himself."
"I assumed. We made a lot of noise this morning. And, I did not think he
would think we were jumping on the bed like little kids."
"I'm glad you're here," I said, changing the subject, and kissing him.
"It's a great surprise. I almost burst when I saw your car."
"It is our last weekend like this. I decided I could not miss any of it."
At dinner, we didn't have to hide anything. We could be in love.
When we got home, I offered Freddie my bed. He declined, presumably because
he didn't want to hear whatever was going to be going on the back bedroom.
As soon as we closed the door behind us, John pinned me to it with a bold,
strong kiss. He buried his tongue in my mouth and devoured me. He worked
his way down me, removing clothes as he did. He took me in his mouth, and
he went down farther than he ever had. He grabbed my hips and controlled my
rhythm against his. I floated away as I came in his mouth.
We moved to the bed. John pinned my legs aga
inst my chest and went at me. I
was floating away again, in love and intoxicated by lust. He held my legs
against his shoulders as he entered me, kneeling. The deliberation of the
night before was gone. We were indifferent to what Freddie heard or knew.
He fucked me hard, and I loved it. We were drenched in sweat when John
came, which made me come all over myself.
When we were cleaned up and ready to sleep, I took John's hands in mine.
"Thank you, Josie," I said.
"For what?"
"For sticking around. And, for loving me."
"You are welcome. But, I stuck around for me, not you. And, loving you is
the easiest thing I have ever done."
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