by J P Sayle
He was grateful for a few minutes to regroup. He could feel the weight of the past few weeks slipping away, even the talk of Joel hadn’t discouraged his growing hope with Joe finally sharing his problems. It had cleared the air, and made him feel like a right jerk for avoiding Joe the day before, he considered how he could make it up to him.
He watched the flex and tightening of Joe’s ass as he disappeared into his bedroom. Thoughts cast back to what Joe had asked for weeks ago. Halting at the doorway, could he give Joe what he wanted? His ass on film? The surge of blood to his cock told him his body liked the idea but was his mind on board? Could he let go enough so that he would enjoy it?
“What are you doing out there?”
Jolting, his heart pounded in fright, at this rate he wouldn’t be fit for anything, if Joe’s shouting had him nervously jumping. Taking several deep breaths to calm himself, pushing his shoulders back, he moved into the room. He could do this, he could, he was sure, okay maybe not one hundred percent, fifty maybe. The sight that greeted him caused him to stop, his breath backing up in his chest. Joe lay stretched across navy cotton sheets. Dark hair gleamed under the luminosity of the lamps he’d switched on. Low lights cast shadows over his rippling naked body while Joe teased himself for Stuart’s pleasure.
Stuart stared unblinking when Joe’s fingers slid across his chest tweaking his pert pink left nipple as his other hand stroked his delicious, leaking cock. Pre-cum easing the slide, his naked body gleamed slick with sweat as Joe worked to heighten both their desires.
God he was fucking stunning in his passion. Stuart felt desire pulse from every cell, pulling him towards Joe like a homing pigeon. Stuart knew where his home was, and it was right there on the bed. The words ‘home is where the heart is’ seemed to beat in time to with his own heart as he moved forward, accepting his fate willingly.
Joe
Pleasure bloomed inside Joe at the rapturous expression etched onto Stuart’s beautiful face as he stood in the doorway. His charcoal eyes glowed, ignited an internal flame inside him that left him stunned. Burning desire washed over his body, Stuart’s hot stare seared all his nerve endings, making him writhe against the cool cotton searching for some relief.
Joe’s hands moved to entice wanting to drive Stuart into action, pinching his nipple before twisting the tip just enough to make it burn. Groaning as pleasure swamped him, his legs fell apart offering Stuart a full view of his meandering hands, cupping his sac he rolled his balls, tugging. The ache left him breathless, his body clenching in anticipation of what currently hid behind Stuart’s shorts.
His mind frantically worked to not think about the horrors he’d shared, or the anger Stuart had been unable to hide. Uncertain if the anger was directed at him or Joel, he had a feeling it was probably both, feeling gutted he might have disappointed the wonderful man.
Not wanting his beliefs to interfere, Joe refocused his efforts, beckoning Stuart to the bed. The wanton desire barely contained in Stuart’s body had his hands reaching, begging him to hurry, so they could lose themselves in the moment. Those few steps Stuart took seemed to take forever.
Joe didn’t stop, his body pulsed with lust, touching his cock, feeling the steel under the silky skin. His roughened palm created just the right amount of friction to have desperation climb inside him. His hips thrust up, tunnelling his cock through his tight hold. Undulating, his pelvis took on a will off its own. Sensitised flesh poured with heat, Joe could feel the sheen of sweat build on his body with the effort it took to hold back his orgasm.
The two week dry spell felt like years as he watched Stuart strip of his T-shirt and shorts revealing acres of golden skin, solid muscles rippled with each move. The large bruised area on his upper left thigh no longer prominent had faded into yellows and greens. He noticed the swirled pattern still covering the whole top of his leg. The limp and wince that crossed his face, indicating he was still not totally pain free, reminded Joe he would need to be cautious. That was fine with Joe, the sexual gymnastics he planned involved him riding the beautiful monster cock.
The image of him doing just that made his body tremor, making him move up, crawling to the end of the bed where Stuart stood. Joe traced his abs with the tips of his fingers, trailing down while exploring the firm muscles hidden under soft, silky flesh. He teased them both, not touching the glorious eight inch monster currently pointing skyward. The tip gleamed under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, his mouth watered for a taste on his tongue. Mouthing along the inside of his thigh up into his groin Joe inhaled the deep musky scent, the spicy clean flavour making him dizzy with desire. The urge to eat him whole had his mouth opening, seeking Stuart’s flavour.
His flavours burst across his taste buds, groaning in anticipation of more. Joe felt the buzz ramp up his need, wetness dribbled off the end of his cock, calling for some attention. Dragging his hand between his legs he stroked his cock, using his own excitement as lube. Hoping his actions would motivate Stuart to get his ass on the bed. At this rate it would be over before they’d even started. His balls reiterating that fact as they rode up, trying to escape in his body as Stuart’s gaze followed his hands.
Tension filled the air, not the earlier one of downstairs. No, this seemed to coat and tease him, and left him aching. His eyes begged as his lips tormented heartlessly when seconds seemed to stretch. Hot blistering skin touched his at Stuart’s move to kneel on the edge of the bed, his large hands stretching under Joe, stopping him from moving.
Joe waited to see what he would do next, not at all disappointed when Stuart rolled him on to his back. Sliding down Joe’s overheated skin, hot breath ghosted over the leaking tip of his cock. Stuart hovered, sending warm puffs of air over the leaking slit, creating shivers to tease Joe’s body. His cock impossibly hard, the warm breath caressing him almost unbearable. Joe groaned through clamped teeth unsure how much more he could take when Stuart blew firmly over the wet tip making it jerk, spilling his excitement down its turgid length.
Joe sobbed in relief once Stuart lowered his lips, sucking the head of his cock into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Lips clamped firmly around the crown, the pull had him painfully hard, His heavy-lidded gaze focused on Stuart’s as his cheeks hollowed, sucking him with force. Too much, too much, howling, his body arched as cum exploded from the tip leaving him mindless. Gasping for air, tiny shivers wracked his body with every swallow Stuart took, catching every last drop of his cum like his life depended upon it.
“Holy… fuck,” Joe groaned and melted into a puddle in the middle of the mattress.
He felt Stuart slither up over him, his happy trail scratching his sensitive cock, making it jerk at the added sensations. Stuart’s quiet chuckle at his moan told him exactly what his game was. Rippling abs extending his pleasure grinding down, Stuart’s hard cock nestled into his groin. Joe lifted his mouth hungry for more. Stuart’s tongue pushed the flavour of his own essence deep into his mouth. Joe groaned in delight, searching for more. The taste of Stuart mixed with his own flavour was addictive and had his cock attempting to rise.
Chasing Stuart’s mouth, pulling him close, breathing is overrated. Stuart followed his lead, letting him take control, Joe’s cock firmed at Stuart’s submission. Greedy for more, attacking Stuart’s mouth, his whimpered, needy moans did the rest. His cock now fully hard wanted more of those needy sounds from Stuart.
Joe recognised that some of his kinks could put off potential partners and was part of his problems with Joel. He’d been attracted to Joel’s openness, of being able to let go, trusting that his partner would listen and stop when he’d had enough. What he’d failed to see was Joel didn’t understand that, instead he’d steamrollered right over him. The trust he’d so willingly gave had been abused, resulting in Joe’s trusting issues.
Downstairs, Stuart had wanted to give him something positive, he could see it when his hands had cupped his neck. Not to harm but only to reassure, what Stuart hadn’t appreciated was how much it had aro
used him after the initial fear. Those gentle fingers had given him back a little part that Joel had stolen. He’d been stunned to find himself encouraging Stuart to get a firmer grip. That moment showing how much he trusted Stuart, the flare of lust in Stuart’s eyes had left him needy in ways he hadn’t felt in months.
Now he wanted more, more of what Stuart had offered inadvertently to Joe. Sinking deeper into the kiss he let Stuart delve deeper needing the reassurance that this, what they had, was real, that he wouldn’t wake up and find it had all been a dream. Stuart shifted them, moving Joe so he could straddle his hips, making the images dance inside him of riding Stuart.
Stuart’s rigid length slide between his ass cheeks, the soaking tip allowing him to glide with ease. The slick feel felt wonderful against his sensitive pucker. Joe pushed down to feel the head pulse and buck against him. Joe encouraged Stuart, wanting to be filled and now, hips swayed sinuously, hoping it would entice. Lying on Stuart’s chest he mimicked the movement of his hips, using his tongue to show him what he wanted. Teeth clashed in desperation, Joe ground down, building speed, letting his hips drive their need higher. The air felt thick and heavy against his flesh, making it hard to take a deep breath, his lungs burned.
The perfume of their combined lust intoxicating as it surrounded them, Joe could taste the saltiness as his mouth moved, sucking and biting everywhere he could reach. Each touch seemed directly connected to his cock and fluttering hole, driving him wild for more.
Taking control, Joe flattened Stuart’s arms to the bed in one quick move. The stunned expression had giggles escaping his curving lips. “I may be small but I have a few surprises up my sleeve.”
Stuart’s arched look at his bare arms had Joe laughing harder.
“Okay.” Smirking down at Stuart “not at the moment, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t have a few tricks up my invisible sleeves.”
Joe waggled his eyebrows lecherously causing Stuart’s lips to rise up, offering him a smile. Enjoying the playfulness of the moment, he leaned down sucking Stuart’s full lower lip into his mouth. Watching for his reaction he chewed before nipping firmly, he laved away the sting before pulling back. Smouldering charcoal made it difficult to see Stuart’s pupils. Taking that as a good sign, Joe leant over to the bedside cabinet, grabbing the condoms and lube. He dropped them on the bed.
Loving the slight hitch in Stuart’s breathing as he exhaled, wanting to tease them both, he made a big production of lubing his fingers. The scorching charcoal heat in Stuart’s eyes had his cock begging for attention. Ignoring it for now, wanting to put on a show, to please Stuart before riding that fat cock and giving them both what they wanted.
Letting his body do the talking, he twisted sideways, careful of Stuart’s injured leg. He moved, spreading his ass cheeks, using one hand to hold himself open, while using the one covered in lube to give Stuart a show he wouldn’t be forgetting in a hurry. Taking his time, letting Stuart’s noisy approval add fuel to the burning fire building between them, he rose, balancing on one leg. Lifting up higher so he could tilt his hips up allowing for better access, Joe slowly sank two fingers deep inside, enjoying the burn and tight heat.
God it amazed him how much pleasure you could get from one small hole. The nerves burst to life, sparking little tremors to dart up his cock. Seeking his gland, his fingers felt along the smoothness of his channel, hitting pay dirt his eyes crossed as fireworks lit up his junk.
Lost in his own little world it took a moment to realise Stuart was moving, pushing pillows behind his head, sitting higher it would seem to get a better view. Stuart’s face a stark mask etched with hunger, his hands fisted behind his head, showing off large flexing biceps held tightly in place. The rigid control had Joe wanting to see if he could snap it.
Teasing them both, he slipped his fingers out, pushing down slightly to open his shinny hole, almost making it wink. The little breathless moan his only warning before firm hands gripped his hips pulling him forward.
Stuart’s harsh growl raked Joe’s arousal to breaking point. “Ride my cock, you teasing bastard, do it now.”
The command had his heart rate accelerating, gasping he tried to control the urge to just impale himself on Stuart without protection. Taking a couple of controlling breaths, air whistled past his gritted teeth as he made quick work of sheathing Stuart, unable to tease them both any longer. The needy groans Stuart released at his touch were enough to have him trembling. Lowering himself onto Stuart’s cock, he couldn’t stop his legs from shaking once the burn spread through his body. Unendingly slow, Joe swivelled his hips as if in time to soundless music. The pulsing beat inside had him languidly moving, letting Stuart’s cock stretch him wide open.
Joe felt sweat skitter down his back with the effort of keeping his movements slow and dreamy. The tiny thread of control Joe held yanked viciously when Stuart’s hips pulsed before slamming their bodies together the last few inches. The silent scream had no time to morph into sound as his hips were gripped in a punishing hold and a wild fury was unleashed under him. His arms flailed, searching for anything to hold on to, he fell forward gripping the beautiful oak headboard, holding on for dear life as Stuart gave him the ride of his life.
Stuart’s injured leg completely forgotten as Joe met each urgent thrust with one of his own. The slapping sounds reverberated through his body, heightening the need to make more noise. Wheezing air burst out of his lips as he bent forward, needing to connect with all of Stuart. As if he understood, Stuart’s hands released his hips, yanking him down onto his chest, lips clashed, sucking and biting at each other in fury.
Hips never ceasing for a second, Joe felt his orgasm tingle in his sac making him clench in anticipation of what was coming. Feelings consumed, the mating took on an almost violent turn, hands grappled and teeth clacked together. His sweat dripped onto wet skin, neither appeared aware as they slid into oblivion.
Joe growled at the feeling of cum rocketing into the cloaked cock in his ass as heat spread inside him, triggering a raging need. Stuart’s release igniting the fuse inside his balls, they rocketed up into his body making him wheeze. The pain almost too much before his cum spurted, hitting everything in its path. Their sticky bodies wilted into the mattress, Joe’s mouth not relinquishing Stuart, feeling the need to keep the connection as long as possible. The need for air had Joe eventually pulling back and breaking the kiss, the loss made him mournful for more, but their combined noisy breathing making it impossible.
Joe laid his cheek on Stuart, giggling in satisfaction when he considered that they sounded like they had run a marathon. Listening to the sounds rumble through Stuart’s chest, Joe felt real contentment for the first time since Stuart’s accident, or was it since before Joel? Shivering, he cuddled closer to Stuart, clinging tightly to the magic that had been cast with their love making.
Stuart’s strong arms tugged him closer, “Shush, it’s alright, I’ve got you.”
Joe let himself drift on the euphoric feeling those words created. Feeling safe, his eyes grew heavy. Warm hands drew lazy patterns on his back relaxing him further. Joe ignored the little nagging voice that said they needed to move and clean up. Snuggling deeper not ready to lose the connection even as he felt Stuart soften and slip from his ass. Joe floated, thinking he would move in a minute was his last thought as sleep took him under.
Movement had his eyes fluttering open and looking around, his sleep dazed brain not understanding what was happening.
“We need a bath or a shower at least, sweetheart.”
Joe hugged closer into Stuart as he carried him towards the bathroom, only with the faltering steps had reality hit. Joe attempted to get down, “Your leg, shit. Stuart, put me down.”
Stuart’s exasperated sigh made him still. “I am perfectly capable of carrying my boyfriend ten feet to the bathroom.” Stuart’s miffed tone had him hiding his silly grin at the word boyfriend. Relief bloomed, making him giddy with joy that he hadn’t lost his chance of being his
boyfriend.
Stuart halted giving him a fierce scowl. “Of course you haven’t lost your chance, you stupid ass.”
Oh buggering hell, he’d spoken out loud. Embarrassed heat spread up his neck giving him nothing to hide behind. Joe was never more grateful when Princess moved into view, distracting them both. Shit, had he fed her earlier? It was the one thing she hated, missing meals a definite no, no for her. Crap, Brad would not be happy if he started neglecting his baby.
Feeling a little sheepish he ignored his nakedness and Stuart’s firm hold. He aimed for light heartedness. “Hey, darling, did I forget to feed you? I’m sorry, I had…. err….to have a little sleep.” Her eye roll mocked his obvious lies.
Cats didn’t know what humans got up to, did they? Joe’s brows rose alarmingly at what appeared to be a knowing look Princess threw his way. A sudden thought popped into his head. Maybe she could smell the semen on him, oh crap. His embarrassment increased, making his face flame hotter than hell. He squirmed under Princess’s unblinking stare, her blue eyes sparkled with what he could only describe as mirth. He’d swear on his life he could see it clear as day.
Scrabbling down he grabbed for the towel he spotted on the heated towel rail. He snubbed Stuart’s ‘what the fuck’ look once he covered up. “You run the bath and I’ll go feed Princess. And grab us a snack at the same time.”
As he spoke Stuart’s stomach let out a loud growl as if in agreement. Joe chuckled, looking at the gorgeous six pack in front of him. “I take it that’s a yes then.” Joe felt his smile widen when laughter followed him as he ran down the stairs. Feeling lighter than he had in days he hummed to himself while preparing their food.
The brush of silky fur against his bare leg deepened his feelings of happiness. “Princess, between you and me, I think things are going to work out with me and Stuart.” Joe lowered down as he whispered to her. “Just don’t tell him yet, I wouldn’t want him to get all cocky.” His giggles died as he again was struck by how human Princess’s expression appeared as she rubbed her head against his cheek. Was that a pleased expression on her tiny face?