by Ethan Stone
“In the mood for a morning blow job?” he asked.
“That’s one thing I’ll never turn down.”
“Hop on the counter.”
I shot him a quizzical glance but did it anyway. He pushed my legs apart and stood between them. For a moment he just peered into my eyes and that alone was enough to turn me on even more.
Jody leaned down and took my shaft in his mouth with one quick swallow. I reclined a bit, putting my hands on the counter as I lifted my hips to the rhythm he set. I wasn’t chasing the orgasm this time. I just wanted to enjoy the way he sucked and licked. If he took my length out of his mouth, he put his lips to my balls or went farther down so he could nibble my taint.
A bit of pre-cum formed on the head, and Jody scooped it up and put it to my lips. I sucked his finger into my mouth, tasting my own salty sweetness. He grinned at me before swallowing my dick again. He pushed a digit past my taint toward my hole and I shifted to allow him access. He rubbed gently and my ass took the digit easily.
Though I hadn’t been eager to come, the pressure on my rim and prostate was amazing. The sensations were everywhere. Finger in the ass, mouth on the cock. And suddenly, I couldn’t hold it back. I came into Jody’s mouth and he drank it down, not pulling back until my hard-on was gone. He stood and came at me with passion, kissing me and thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
I had no idea how I could work with Jody and not be a walking hard-on.
WE WERE BOTH LATE TO the office, but we went in fifteen minutes apart so no one would suspect anything.
Twenty minutes after arriving, Dana stuck her head in and asked, “You busy?”
“Not really,” I answered. “Just working on some paperwork.”
She strode over to my desk, sat in the chair across from me, then crossed her legs. “So, how’s the temp working out?”
I shrugged. “Fine, I guess. It’s only been one day.”
“You’re not upset he was late?”
“How could I be when I was fifteen minutes later than he was?”
She cracked her knuckles, and I cringed at the popping noises. “You’re the boss. You can get away with it.”
“There isn’t much going on today. Jody being late didn’t matter.”
Dana was quiet for a minute as I tried to work on the task at hand, but I felt her eyes on me.
“There’s no issue with you working with him? Since he was a defendant, I mean.”
I looked at Dana, trying to figure out if she had a point. She didn’t normally make small talk just for the sake of it. “You know it’s allowed. I just won’t be able to preside over any cases he may be involved in down the road.”
She nodded. “And what about the fact that you thought he was hot?”
I froze for a moment, saved the Word document I was working on, and gave her all my attention. “Dana Hilliard, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I was watching you in the courtroom that day. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him, Shawn. You were practically drooling.”
Had I really been that transparent? “He’s an attractive man, but I think you’re exaggerating.”
Dana snickered. “Not by much. Your eyes lit up when you found out he was gay.”
“I hope you’re not saying that I made my decision based on the fact that he and I play for the same team.”
Her face turned serious and she leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees. “Of course not. But there was a gleam in your eyes that I haven’t seen in a very long time. I saw it again when Jody showed up yesterday. I was getting worried, Shawn. You deserve to be happy.”
“I appreciate the concern, Dana. Like I said, Jody is very attractive, but we’re working together so anything more than a professional relationship wouldn’t be a good idea.”
She chuffed. “He’s only here for a week. I say go for it if you think he feels the same.” Without waiting for a response, Dana stood, straightened her pants, and left my office.
Obviously, I’d already decided to pursue a relationship with Jody but having Dana’s approval made me feel better.
“WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS FOR the evening?” Jody asked me. It was ten after five and the workday was over.
I waggled an eyebrow. “I was hoping you’d come over.”
His face lit up for a moment then the smile faded. “I have to go home and feed my dog. But if you want to, you can come with me.”
“Sure,” I replied. “I’d like to meet Bark Obama. We’ll have to be careful. I really don’t want to run into your neighbor.”
“Cool.”
Twenty minutes later, we pulled in front of a brown duplex. The lawn on one side was immaculate—green grass and blooming flowers. The other side was unkempt with patches of dead grass and extensive weeds. I followed Jody to his front door and was a little surprised to see the beautiful lawn was his. I hadn’t expected him to be the green thumb type.
As soon as we were inside, the ugliest dog I’d ever seen was yapping at my feet. Just like Jody had described, the dog was a little ankle-biter. I could see why Jody had difficulty pinning down what his breed was. He had mostly brown fur with occasional patches of white.
Jody knelt and picked up the little yapper. “Be nice, Obie,” he scolded and stepped close to me.
After sniffing my hand, the dog began licking my fingers.
Jody chuckled. “He’s easily swayed.”
“I’m sorry, but this is the goddamn ugliest dog I have ever seen.”
Jody feigned shock and anger. “I saved him from one of my boyfriends. Juan didn’t treat him well—abused him, to be exact. He kicked Obie across the room one night and broke his leg. I grabbed the poor thing and never looked back.”
He’d rescued the dog from an abuser? What a sweetheart.
Jody set Obie down and filled a dog bowl with Kibbles ’n Bits. “Want to see my place?” he asked me.
“Sure.”
“There’s not much to see,” Jody said.
He was right. The living room had an older TV, a dark green couch, and bright pink end table. As sparse as the furniture was, the walls were different. Practically every inch was covered with photos of people and a variety of art. It was a very eclectic collection, to be sure.
The bathroom was the same with mostly beach and ocean type décor.
“And this is the bedroom,” Jody announced with great flair.
A twin-size bed, two end tables, and a sex swing were the only furnishings. The walls were again covered with a variety of things, including shelves with various knick-knacks.
“How the hell do you have sex on that tiny thing?” I asked.
“Why do you think I have the swing?” Jody chuckled loudly. “I don’t like guys sleeping over. The bed is big enough for us to screw around in and when it’s over, he goes home.”
I grabbed him, pulled his body to mine, and kissed him. “How very romantic.”
He shrugged one shoulder. “I know what I want.”
I ran my hands down his back and squeezed his ass. “Me too. Right now, I want you.”
“That’s good, cuz I’ve been horny all day thinking about you.”
“I’ve never used one of those before.” I gestured to the sex swing in the corner.
He smirked and rubbed his crotch. “Wanna try it out?”
“I’m…not sure.”
This was very far out of my comfort zone, but the idea intrigued me. I didn’t like not having control and being in the swing would be putting my body, my life, in Jody’s hands. The fact it was Jody made me less nervous. He would stop the second I asked. I wouldn’t do it with a stranger, for sure, but with Jody, it wasn’t such a scary concept to relinquish control.
“Well?” he asked.
I nodded and we tore off each other’s clothes while still taking every opportunity to touch or kiss or caress. When we were naked, I examined the apparatus.
After inhaling and exhaling deeply, I said, “How do I get in?”
He took my shoulders and tur
ned me around so I faced him, my back to the swing. “Just sit back.”
Gripping the poles for support, I sat back until the soft leather cradled my ass.
“Now lean all the way back and give me your legs.”
I followed the instructions and allowed Jody to hook straps under my ankles. My hard cock slapped my stomach. For a moment, the total loss of control frightened me, but Jody’s touch reassured me. His hands were soft and gentle as they ran up and down my legs then my stomach.
“You doing okay, Shawn?” he asked in a soft, melodic voice.
I nodded, trying not to let the fear overwhelm me. There wasn’t anything wrong with trying something new. I had to push beyond my comfort zones, I hadn’t really been living and that couldn’t go on.
“How does it feel?”
“Amazing,” I answered without thinking.
“There are handles above you if you need to hang on.”
I gripped the leather straps, glanced at him between my legs and nodded. He grinned and dropped to his knees, not wasting any time before spreading my cheeks and thrusting his tongue against my hole. He rimmed me loudly and enthusiastically. I couldn’t hold back my moans either; his tongue felt that incredible. He pulled away and I missed the contact, but I craved what was coming next even more.
He used his teeth to open a condom, dropped the package on the floor and slid the rubber down his cock. “You want it rough?”
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I replied. “Go for it.”
He grabbed a bottle of lube and drizzled some on my ass before slicking his length up. After gripping my thighs, he lined his length up with my hole and drove in. The penetration was sharp and took my breath away. It stung—oh fuck, did it hurt—but it was mind-blowing at the same time. He filled me up, withdrew, and slammed in again. The chains on the swing rattled and the back-and-forth movement of the seat added to the wild fucking.
Again and again, he pounded deep inside, making me cry out, making my dick leak. Sweat poured off both our bodies, and we were one being, again and again. I’d never felt so full and totally complete. Not having control became a turn-on, and I allowed my mind and body to relax into the sensuality.
Jody plunged into me, using different angles to hit my prostate and driving me wild. I wanted to come. I wanted him to come. But that would end it, and I wasn’t ready for it to end. Apparently, my body felt differently because something happened that I’d never experienced before. I came without a touch, the seed erupting from my shaft and coating my stomach.
“Oh, yeah!” Jody grunted. “Fucking hot.” He took hold of my hips and pounded even more forcefully several times before freezing. I felt his dick pulse in my ass as the orgasm took over his body.
When he finally relaxed, he pulled out and peered at me with a big smile on his face. “That was hot. Did you like it?”
I had the strength only to nod and he chuckled as he took my feet out of the straps and helped me to stand.
“You look beautiful when you’re freshly fucked.” He kissed me passionately. “Let’s go clean up and get some food. I’m starving.”
Afterward, we dressed and ordered Chinese, which we ate wearing nothing more than our underwear. That led to another amazing fuck.
We lay in bed, my chest to his back, and I didn’t want to move. I enjoyed holding him, but I was sure I’d have to leave soon.
As if he read my mind, Jody said, “Please stay. I know it’s a small bed, but we can survive if we stay snuggled.”
I kissed the back of his neck. “Sleeping with you in my arms? Tough job, but I can handle it.”
He snickered. “Good.”
It was all so very enjoyable. Not just the sex, though it was incredible. It was the whole thing—eating, laughing, snuggling. This was what I enjoyed most in a relationship—the simple things.
CHAPTER SIX
EACH DAY THAT WEEK PRETTY much repeated itself. During the day, Jody and I were professional and cordial at work. The nights were a different matter—we had incredible sex usually as soon as we got home, then again later that night.
I hadn’t had that much sex since the early years of my relationship with Scott. By the time we had been together five years, the lovemaking had decreased significantly. That’s all it took to lose the endless passion. Ironically, the traditional gift for a five-year anniversary was wood. For us, it meant a lack of wood.
Jody and I went to my place most often, mainly because my bed was much bigger. After Karaoke Wednesday at the Speakeasy, we brought Obie to my place so he wasn’t alone as much. I had a huge back yard and a doggie door, and the mutt seemed to enjoy having the freedom.
When Friday came, I looked forward to spending the weekend with Jody. I wanted to be with him doing more than just sex. Not that the fucking wasn’t amazing.
We ate out before going back to my place and, as soon as we were inside, Jody tugged me to the bedroom where we had awesome—and loud—sex.
As usual, I dozed off after my orgasm and woke up when I heard water splashing outside. Peeking out of my window, I saw a naked Jody pulling himself out of the pool. He then ran to the deep end and cannonballed back in, laughing wildly.
I dashed outside just as Jody got out. He ran to me and hugged me, our soft cocks rubbing against each other.
“Come in with me!”
“It’s almost midnight,” I pointed out.
“So?” He shrugged. “I want to play in the pool…with you.” He tugged me closer to the water and I gave in.
“Last one in bottoms!” I yelled as I dove into the cool liquid.
Jody splashed in next to me and we came up at the same time.
“You win.” Jody laughed loudly. “Looks like I have to be the catcher.” He pushed me against the wall, put his lips to mine, and shoved his tongue into my mouth.
Our hard-ons bobbed in the water, bumping into each other in an odd deep-sea sword fight.
“Did you mean it?” Jody whispered in my ear. “Do you want to fuck me?”
I hadn’t really thought about it when I jumped in, but it must’ve been in the back of my mind. I did want to top him—a desire I hadn’t felt for a long time. “Yeah, I want to bury my dick in your hole.” I grabbed his ass and lifted him up, the buoyancy helping me to keep him up. Jody wrapped his legs around me and kissed my neck.
“Oh my god!”
The disconcerted female voice behind us startled both me and Jody, and he pushed away from me quickly. I spun around and cupped my genitals when I saw my daughter standing there.
“Gabrielle, what are you doing here?”
“I came home to see you and Dad,” she answered quietly. “But I see that you don’t need my company.” She turned and ran back inside.
“Gabrielle, wait!” I called as dashed out of the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my waist.
She was up the stairs to her bedroom before I was inside, and she slammed her door so hard the entire house seemed to shake. I was reminded of the time she was seven and got mad when we punished her for telling a lie. She had always been a door slammer.
I got to her door and tried the knob, but it was locked. “Gabrielle, please, can we talk?”
“I don’t want to talk!” she shrieked. “Please, just leave me alone.”
“I love you, princess,” I said before I returned downstairs. She would need time alone to process what had happened.
When I walked into my bedroom, I found Jody getting dressed.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I thought it would be best if I left. I don’t want to interfere with your family problems.”
“You don’t have to leave. She needs to know that I’m dating again. You might as well meet her now.”
His face turned white and he averted his gaze. “No. I think it’s better if I go. Call me tomorrow and we’ll figure something out.”
“Jody, I don’t want to be alone.”
He bit his bottom lip. “I think it’s best if I go, Shawn. I�
�m sorry.” He kissed me on the forehead and left. A moment later, I heard the front door open and shut.
My heart sank. He’d left when I really needed him. Was that a sign I couldn’t trust him to be there during the hard times? It was definitely something to think about.
Jody’s actions were incredibly disappointing. He was flighty and airheaded at times, but for him just to take off? Well, it made me question his true feelings for me. If he really, truly cared about me, why would he just leave? My chest tightened as I wondered what else could make Jody skittish. I needed trust in a relationship, trust that he would be there when I needed him—in the bad times, not just the easy parts.
CHAPTER SEVEN
GABRIELLE WAS AWAKE AND EATING scrambled eggs when I got up the next morning. I gave her a peck on the cheek, poured a mug of coffee, then sat down next to her.
“How you doing, princess?”
She shrugged and shoveled in a bite of egg smothered in ketchup.
“I think we need to talk about last night.”
After swallowing the food, she said, “What is there to talk about? You’ve decided to forget about the love of your life and screw around with someone else.” She leveled half-closed eyes at me like I should feel guilty for having sex.
“Gabrielle, it’s been two years. Don’t I have the right to be happy? You told me Scott’s dating.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s different. Dad’s not serious about him. He’s still in love with you. He’s waiting for you to come back to him.”
I stared at Gabrielle with wide eyes. Scott is still in love with me? I thought.
Still unable to process it, I asked, “Did he…tell you this himself?”
She hesitated several moments before replying. I was about to ask her again when she answered, “No, but I know it’s true. You guys belong together.”
Gabrielle might have been an adult and in college, but she still had the childhood need for her parents to reconcile.
I squeezed her hand. “Princess, I’m sorry, but that’s not going to happen. I’ll always love your father, but our relationship is over.”
