by Dawn Sister
"Oh my god." I gasp, reaching up to touch his cheek. Feeling terrible for him and terrible that he felt he couldn't let me be there for him, "Cal, no one there today would have thought any differently of you if you were upset. It's your home that got trashed for god's sake. Anyone else would be a wreck if it happened to them." He nods, biting his lip,
"But no one else has anything to prove." He tells me. I lay my hands on his shoulders and stroke down his arms,
"You have absolutely nothing left to prove, Cal." I am suddenly bursting with pride for this strong willed and determined young man, "You are twenty one and living on your own when most kids your age would still be at home or at college living on junk food and parents' handouts. Plus you are deaf and haven't once asked for any help or special treatment because of it. You have the respect of the entire town."
"And what about you?" he asks me, his eyes hooded, his expression hopeful.
I cup his chin in my hand and rub my thumb across his bottom lip,
"I think you're amazing, Sunshine." I tell him and he smiles so brightly I think I might be blinded.
"Thanks, Jake." He murmurs, a soft blush colouring his cheeks.
I can't help myself as I lean in, tilt his chin back just a little and press my lips to his. They are as soft and as warm as they were last night and this morning. He moans quietly and wraps his arms around my neck, burying his fingers in my hair as he passes his tongue along my bottom lip opening my mouth to push inside.
He tastes of fresh mint and beer and he smells of Cal, just Cal.
I feel myself shiver as the sensation overload sends heat to my groin. His tongue brushes against mine and I'm lost. God I shouldn’t be doing this, he's in a vulnerable state, like last night. He doesn’t need this. He needs a friend, and emotional support. My body doesn't seem to have got the memo my brain is sending it though, and the feelings I have for this man are threatening to shut down my conscious thoughts.
Suddenly the kiss heats up ten notches as he pushes me back against the door frame, pressing his body the full length of mine. Our lips part and we regard each other breathlessly as his erection presses against mine. I can feel the heat of him through our pants and all thoughts that this is wrong in any way are blasted from my head,
"You have no idea how much I have been thinking about doing this all day, Jake." He tells me breathlessly, his mouth pressing urgent wet kisses along my jaw and back to my lips. I give a short, helpless chuckle,
"I think I can guess." I breathe back between kisses, "I think it's probably as much as I have tried not to think about it." He frowns,
"Why would you be trying not to think about it, Jake?" I give him a goofy smile and look down towards my groin and his eyes follow my gaze.
My erection is tenting my sweat pants, which I've been wearing all day. He is in much the same position from the looks of it though,
"That is what I'm talking about." I say and he bites his lip, his eyes shining with vainly hidden delight, "Not the kind of thing that's acceptable for a forty five year old man to be walking around with, really." He raises one eyebrow,
"So it's okay for a twenty one year old?" he asks incredulously, "I've been trying to keep this baby down all day." I snort as he waves his hands over his obvious arousal, "I was even beginning to wish I'd worn those damn boxer shorts because they would have helped keep it hidden a little bit."
"Ha, see!" I bark as I poke a finger in his face, "Plaid cotton boxers are always a good choice."
Cal sniggers and grabs my finger before sucking it sensuously into my mouth and causing my breath to catch in my throat,
"Cal!" I hiss as the sensation sends shivers down my spine and turns my bones to liquid, "God you make me feel so good."
"Good, I want you to feel good." He tells me, his lips now pressed against my neck, his breath hot on my skin, "Why shouldn't you feel good, Jake?" He runs his tongue across the shell of my ear and my knees almost give way as I buck my hips against his, "You make me feel good," he kisses my jaw, then stops, his lips millimetres away from mine, "So damn good."
He's driving me fucking crazy. I grab his arms and push him against the opposite side of the door frame, crushing my lips to his in a frenzied, passionate kiss. He moans, pulling at my hair with his fingers, his tongue pushing so far inside my mouth I think he's trying to actually taste my tonsils.
He wraps his arms around my neck and jumps, wrapping his legs around my hips as I push him harder against the wall. My cock pushes up against his and we both gasp. He buries his face into my shoulder, his breaths ragged and urgent. Our cocks are trapped between our bodies as we rut. I grunt at the weight in my arms though,
"Jesus, you're heavy."
"Quit whining, Groucho, and take me to bed." He demands, although the effectiveness is lost when it ends in a strangled whimper as I thrust against him, "Aah, Jake, you have to take me to bed now, or I'm gonna come in my pants again, and if you make me do that again I'll be very annoyed." I chuckle,
"Gotta admit it was pretty damn hot though." I whisper in a low tone that vibrates through him. I know it does because I feel him shiver with excitement,
"Oh god you're so damn sexy, Jake. Bed, now!" he demands. I pull back with a frown,
"What about your friends?" I ask him. He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes,
"They're not invited." He screws up his nose and I chuckle,
"That's not what I meant asshole." I kiss his wrinkled nose as he giggles,
"They're long gone." He assures me. I guess I haven't heard anything for a while, I was just too busy to notice really, "I told them they could stay as long as they wanted but that I was coming over here to screw my boyfriend and did anyone have any objection to that."
I laugh out loud,
"You liar, you did not." He raises his eyebrows,
"Jake, I had to do something to get Pete off my back. He was beginning to get on my nerves." I throw my head back and laugh helplessly and he buries his face into my shoulder again, chuckling,
"Do you think they even believed you?" I ask incredulously, lifting his face to see,
"Of course they did." He tells me, "They all knew about us." I gasp,
"What?" I frown, "How?" he shrugs,
"Apparently they all thought we've been screwing for weeks." I gape at him, but he doesn't seem to be at all bothered by this. I can only think that my sister has had something to do with this revelation. She is the only one who suspected I'd already slept with Cal. She must have told someone and that is how rumours begin.
"Doesn't matter, though." Cal kisses me, "It's true now." He smiles, "Or will be as soon as we get to bed." I chuckle and lean in for another kiss. As our tongues dance there is more gasping and rutting. My arms are beginning to get tired though,
"You'll have to walk there, Cal, because I don't think I can carry you all the way."
He huffs, and reluctantly drops his legs to the ground. Without warning he tackles me and I yelp as he hooks me over his shoulder in a fireman's lift,
"I can carry you though, old man." He laughs, then takes off at a jog for the bedroom.
All I can do is giggle uncontrollably because I don't think anyone's ever tried to carry me before. Damn he's strong. Something I tend to forget when he sometimes appears so vulnerable and small. He's almost as tall as me though, and he's definitely fitter because of his surfing and running.
We bump through my bedroom door and he pauses at the bed then throws me down onto the mattress and falls down on top of me before I can catch my breath.
He stops himself with his arms either side of my head and for a moment we regard each other breathlessly.
His eyes are shining, and his pupils so dilated the blue has completely gone. I guess mine are the same since I'm having trouble focusing. My breathing is coming in heavy, quick gasps which catch when he slowly and deliberately thrusts his hips down onto mine.
His cock pushes alongside mine and he bites his lip,
"Oh god, Jake." He g
asps, "We need to get naked right now."
He jumps up and begins to pull off his clothes. He throws his T shirt across my room and begins to push his pants down then regards me as I haven't yet made a move. I'm a little stunned to be honest, that I can possibly be so desirable to him. He's undressing in front of me though, and that's another reason to just sit and watch,
"Come on, Jake, what are you waiting for?" he asks. I raise one eyebrow,
"I was just enjoying the show." I say, because I was, oh my, I was very much admiring the view. He actually blushes, and I get a demonstration of just how far down it does go. How can he be blushing after everything we've already done?
"God, Cal, you're so beautiful and sexy, good lord, you're sexy." I gasp,
"So are you Jake." He falls down beside me on the bed, finally shrugging off his sweat pants as I shuffle out of my T shirt. He hooks a finger beneath the waistband of my pants and pulls them down to reveal my boxers beneath, "You're extremely sexy, but not…" he glances down at the plaid boxers and snorts, "…with these on."
"Cheeky runt." I snap at him as I sit up and shuffle out of my pants and boxers. He snorts again, "I happen to like these boxers so you're going to have to get used to them I'm afraid."
With a surprised gasp he grabs my shoulders and pushes me down onto my back, straddling me with his strong, firm legs. He leans in close,
"That implies I'll be getting to see quite a lot of those unsexy boxers in the future, Jake. Am I right?" He asks me.
I gasp and regard him with wide eyes. He realises what he's asked me and I realise what I've said, probably at the same moment because our eyes meet and we hold our breaths for a second,
"I'm not a one night stand kind of guy, Cal." I tell him softly, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable and a little spooked to be honest. Now's the time for truths though, I think, "I haven't done anything like this in a long time, and I certainly haven't met anyone in a long time that has made me feel anywhere near as good as you make me feel." He seems to be holding his breath, so I continue as quickly as I can to help him start breathing again, "I really don't want this to be a one time thing. I never did, even when I was thinking it might never happen at all."
Cal leans in for a blistering, heated kiss and we're naked and our bodies are crushed together, our cocks knocking against each other causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head it feels so damn amazing,
"Oh my god, Cal." I breathe against the skin of his neck, and I know he can't hear me, but he can feel the heat of my breath and the movement of my lips against his skin,
"I always knew this would happen." Cal tells me as he comes up for air, "Even when I thought you were a creepy guy who stalked younger men in drugstores with baskets full of condoms."
"Holy shit!" I gasp, feeling my face flush with embarrassment as I remember the incident with crystal clarity, "That was completely unintentional, I promise you. I didn't look at what I was putting in my basket I was so busy watching you." I reach up and wrap my fingers around the back of his neck, "I couldn't take my eyes off you even then, you're so damn beautiful, Cal."
Cal sits back on his heals, tracing his fingers down my chest and abdomen before wrapping them slowly around my aching, twitching cock.
I groan, and buck my hips, finding his cock with my hand and doing the same,
"Aah, I hope you kept some of those condoms, Jake." Cal gasps, "Because we're going to need some real soon."
"God, yes, I did, I mean…" I chuckle as he raises an eyebrow, "Not those particular ones, obviously. I have some in the night stand, and lube."
"I have some too." He tells me, almost like a confession, although he could tell me he had murdered someone right now and I wouldn't care. He has his hand around my cock,
"I left them in your guest bedroom." My eyes widen,
"You brought some last night?" I ask him. He nods with a grimace,
"Yeah, because I thought I might get lucky."
"At the night club?"
He frowns,
"No, dumbo, with you!" he sounds incredulous and I snort,
"Sorry!" I feel a little bit overwhelmed that he was so certain we would finally end up in bed. I was so busy trying to think up reasons we shouldn't be doing it I didn't see the one massive reason why we should: because we both want it so much we can almost taste it.
He clambers off me and reaches across to my night stand. I hear him rummage in the drawer and give a satisfied huff as he finds what he's looking for,
"Well supplied." He observes with approval as he resumes his position across my legs. He holds up the lube and a condom packet, his blue eyes shining, "Now then, who's going first?"
Well now, that opens up whole new realms of possibilities. He doesn’t mind switching? I might have found my dream man. The thought of him inside me though, thrusting until he comes, hitting that sweet spot and making me scream…hmm, I think I could really go for that right now, my cock certainly thinks it could.
Cal's eyes widen at the violent twitch my erection just made,
"What the hell were you just thinking about?" he asks me in complete surprise, and I chuckle,
"Put that damn condom on and I'll show you."
Cal's pupils blow wide and dark and his cock twitches alongside mine. He leans down to capture my lips again and we kiss slowly and sensuously. One of his hands runs down along the inside of my thigh and I breathe his name softly as he switches from straddling me to kneeling between my legs.
He opens the bottle of lube and dribbles some on his fingers before hitching my leg over his arm so he has better access. This isn't his first time, this much is clear. He's done this before, and he's had a bit of practice.
I gasp as his finger tips rub around my opening before pushing slowly inside with two fingers, opening me up and thrusting further in with each push.
His eyes never leave my face, searching my expression for any sign that I'm not happy, but he won't find any because I am ecstatically, stupidly happy right now,
"Cal." I gasp as he widens his fingers inside me, twisting and bending them to search for the small knot of nerves that feels so good.
When my body almost lifts completely off the bed he pulls out in shock until I grab his hand and try to pull him back inside me,
"Holy crap, don't stop." I gasp, "You hit the right spot, Cal, made me see stars."
"I did?" he asks in wonder, "I never thought it would make you react like that."
"You sound like you've never done this before." He bites his lip, and regards me with wide eyes,
"Not this." He confesses and I gasp. How can he be so good? "I thought about it a lot. I read about it. Am I doing okay?"
I bite my lip and nod,
"Yes." He hooks his fingers inside me again and I yelp, "Yeeeees!" He chuckles, "Shit, Cal, don't stop there, keep going, fuck me, god, please just fuck me now."
He laughs out loud and actually squeaks in delight before he positions himself at my entrance. He hitches my legs up and I help by holding them out of his way until he, oooh god, until he, holy shit, pushes fully inside me.
Hnngh! It hurts a little, it burns but damn it feels good.
He waits for a few seconds, his breathing ragged. The feel of his full length inside me is incredible and he looks so incredibly sexy, with his flushed cheeks and parted lips,
