by Hayden Hunt
I shut the door behind us when we went into the room. I immediately began undressing, and Miles followed my lead. While he was dropping his boxers, I pulled a bottle of lube out of my dresser drawer and tossed it to him.
“I know you’re new at this.” I smiled at him. “We’ve got to play a little. Get me ready to take you.”
I climbed on the bed in a doggy style position and Miles jumped on the bed behind me. It became immediately clear that he need no further instruction than that.
He poured some lube on his fingers and began carefully inserting them into my asshole, getting me soaked up to take him. He rubbed around it so carefully, I got chills in anticipation of what was coming next. After a few minutes of inserting his fingers in and out of me, he decided it was time for his cock.
I heard him squeeze some more lube out of the bottle, no doubt to rub all over his cock. I expected to feel him at my entrance next but was surprised when, instead, his hand was on my shoulder and he was flipping me over on the bed.
“What is it?” I asked, a little nervous that he changed his mind.
“I want to be able to look into your eyes when I fuck you for the first time,” he told me, making my cock twitch.
“This is the first time I’m ever going to have sex with someone I have feelings for. I want to feel all of it.”
We hadn't even started yet but already, both of our breathing sounded labored.
He stared directly into my eyes as he slowly pressed his cock into me.
I'd never had this before. I mean, I’d had sex in this position, but not like this. Not staring at someone this way. It made it all the more intense, that much sexier.
He rocked back and forth until my ass accepted his cock completely. He was even bigger than I assumed when I felt him under his boxers. He bottomed out into me and I had to keep myself from screaming.
He felt so deep, he was in my fucking guts. And as soon as he was in, he wasted no time. He started drilling me madly. Rapidly humping my ass so that I could hear his balls slapping against my cheeks.
I knew by his grunts and speed this wasn't going to last long. He was too into it. But I didn’t care because so was I.
Already, I wanted him to cum. Because I wanted so badly to feel his seed inside me. I wanted to feel implanted with him. He needed to truly be inside me. I was craving it.
“Holy shit!” he yelled out mere minutes later. “It's happening, baby, I’m going to cum inside you.”
“Do it!” I yelled back. “Please, make me yours. Make this ass belong to you.”
This last bit of dirty talk pushed him over the edge. He instantly released all of his cum inside me. I could feel his balls tightening up against my asshole as he bottomed out.
It felt so warm, so nice, so complete. For such a short amount of time, I was completely satisfied. I didn’t think I even could have handled going any longer, it was too much pleasure for me. I was overwhelmed with it.
He collapsed on the bed next to me.
“That was… the best,” he murmured.
“Was it?” I asked.
“Yes. It was nothing like I ever experienced with Chelsea. It’s not even comparable. This was… complete ecstasy. I couldn’t have held back if I wanted to. It felt so good.”
I grinned at him. “It was my best too.”
“Was it really?! On my first time?”
“Really,” I told him, pulling him into me. We were both naked but that wasn’t going to keep me from cuddling him.
“No wonder Chelsea always bugged me about having sex with her. If sex is supposed to feel this good, I totally understand wanting to have it all the time.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I’m guessing sex between us will be a little more frequent.”
He looked up at me with a smile. “This is going to be really good, isn’t it? Me and you, I mean.”
“Yeah.” I kissed the top of his head. “This is going to be amazing.”
9
Miles
“Thanks so much,” I told the cashier, who handed me two deli sandwiches.
“Not a problem.” He smiled. “You have a fantastic day.”
“You too,” I said as I grabbed the bag with the sandwiches and began to walk out of the grocery store.
It was the oldest grocery store in our town. It had existed pretty much since the town had. It had a lot of character, which was why it was never run out of town by bigger chains.
The deli in particular was fantastic. They made the best sandwiches in town, which everyone knew. There would be an uprising if this deli was ever to go under.
The grocery store was just a minute’s walk down the street from the bakery, so it was an easy choice for lunch time. I left my car parked in the grocery store lot and walked down to see Aidan.
It’d only been a few weeks since I left Chelsea, but I’d brought him lunch like this quite a few times now. I had to be discreet most days, unless nobody was in the shop. Acting more like a friend than a lover.
Which was actually pretty hard, because now that I’d had a taste of him, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. Every time there was nobody in the bakery I took advantage by sneaking a kiss on the cheek or telling him how much I loved him.
Yeah, after only a few weeks, I was already telling him I loved him. It took years for me to say that to Chelsea and I never even meant it like this.
But I did, I really loved him. More than I thought it was possible to love another person. I would have done fucking anything for this man. I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
And hopefully I’d never have to. That was what I was counting on because, the way he acted, I was pretty sure Aidan loved me just as deeply as I loved him.
I didn’t tell him everything I felt, though. I may have been bold enough to say ‘I love you’ to a man I’d been dating a few weeks, but I was not fucking bold enough to tell him that I already thought about marrying him. Or that I was already picturing what he would be like as a father.
Even though things had ended pretty amicably between me and Chelsea, sometimes I still had some guilt. Here I was, already so much happier with Aidan than I ever was with her, and she was still struggling.
And it was even worse when I thought things like this. That was what she always wanted, for me to be eager to marry her and settle down. She envisioned what I would be like as a father and I never wanted that with her. I was willing to force myself to do it, but I didn’t want it.
With Aidan though, I did want it. No, more than that, I needed it. I felt like I needed to be his husband, I needed to be the father of his children, that it was my purpose in life. And I felt bad I couldn’t be that for Chelsea.
I hoped she was doing well. I hadn’t spoken to her much after our split. Which we both had agreed was how things should be for a while. If we were going to have a friendship, it was going to have to wait until feelings weren’t so raw.
We did talk once a few days after, though. She wanted to let me know that she had told family and old friends about our split. Most people she said were very understanding about it, but apparently her family had been very persistent in trying to find out what had happened.
She didn’t tell them, though. Only kept insisting that it was nobody’s fault and things were amicable. A few of her family members weren’t having it apparently and were very angry at me, even if they didn’t know the reason why.
She didn’t say this, but I already knew it was her father and her brothers that were pissed at me. She had two brothers and they, along with their father, were extremely protective of her. They even gave me that ‘big brother’ talk when we started dating in high school.
I actually was surprised I hadn’t heard from them. I was fully expecting some backlash from them, since they weren’t the type of guys to let things go. Obviously since they were extremely religious they had strong beliefs about gender roles. The men definitely fell into the ultra-macho category and were always trying to prove that they were ‘real men.’
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br /> I could only assume the fact that I hadn’t heard from them was Chelsea’s doing. I was sure she was very insistent that nobody contact me and I couldn’t have been more grateful for that.
None of our old friends had contacted me either. Again, it was nice, I really didn’t want to have to deal with anyone else right now. All I wanted to focus on was exploring myself and, of course, developing my relationship with Aidan.
Which could not have been going any better. For the first time in my life, I was happy. Not just ‘fine,’ not stewing in my own apathy, but genuinely happy. And so was he.
Life wasn’t perfect, of course. As nice as it was to be with Aidan and to finally accept myself as a homosexual man, that came with difficulties too. I now felt like I was constantly hiding something from everyone I knew. Which I didn’t like; it felt too much like dishonesty.
But I didn’t have a choice in this town. I already know most reactions I’d get if I were to come out would be bad. And I didn’t need that kind of stress right now; Aidan sure didn’t either.
It would be so great if we did live in an accepting environment, though. Somewhere where we didn’t have to hide our relationship. I daydreamed sometimes about being able to walk down the street while holding his hand. What it would be like to kiss him goodbye every time we had to part ways.
I didn’t want to go overboard. It wasn’t like I wanted to tongue fuck him on the sidewalk or anything. But, y’know, I wanted to be able to do all those normal PDA things that straight couples took for granted. I loved him so much and I wished so badly I could show the world that without there being any repercussions.
That was why I was always trying to sneak kisses and ‘I love yous’ at the bakery when nobody was around. It made me feel like we were a normal couple.
I knew there were places we could go live where we would be able to be a normal couple, of course. But I could never ask Aidan to leave. Not when he had his bakery here.
So I’d kept quiet about this one issue I had. One of the few things I hadn’t told him about. Because, really, we talked about everything.
I walked into the bakery and noticed nobody was inside so I called out to him.
“Hey, love, are you here?” I yelled out to the kitchen.
“Yeah, one second! I’m finishing up icing these cupcakes. Did you bring lunch again?”
“No problem, babe. Of course I did.”
I nearly jumped when I heard a familiar voice from behind me.
“Who the fuck are you talking to?”
I whipped around to see Chelsea’s oldest brother standing in the doorway behind me.
He must have come in right behind me when I opened the door because I didn’t even hear the doorbell ring when he walked in.
“James, hey—” I began, but he cut me off.
“Don’t give me that shit. We aren’t friends. You broke my sister’s heart, you know.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I saw you leaving the grocery store. I called out to you, but you must not have heard me. Thought I’d see where you were going in such a rush.”
I had no idea what to say. I couldn’t think of a situation more awkward than this.
“Look, James, I’m really sorry if Chelsea is hurt. But our break up was amicable, she wanted it just as much as me and—”
“Yeah, that’s what she says. But I don’t fucking buy it. She was so happy the night you proposed. I don’t think she’s just over you like it’s nothing. I expected you did something and then, look! I follow you here and find you calling some other woman ‘babe’ just weeks after leaving my little sister.”
It hit me all at once how bad this situation was. I wasn’t calling out to a woman at all and James would soon learn exactly who I was calling to.
And that was going to be so much worse.
“James, just go. Chelsea wouldn’t want you here, would she? I think you need to—”
“Fuck no! I’d love to meet this little bitch that is somehow better than my sister. I’ll wait right here.”
Just then, Aidan walked out.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked when he saw James standing in front of me, his fists clenched. “Can I help you?”
“Nope, I’m all right. I’m just waiting to see what pretty young thing is hanging out in the kitchen back there.”
“Huh?” Aidan looked at me. “What the hell are you talking about? There’s no girl working here right now.”
I tried to think of a way out of this. Some way to signal to Aidan to pretend there actually was a girl in here somewhere… But that wasn’t going to work. James wasn’t going to leave, I knew that. He’d have to actually see the girl and she wasn’t here.
There was no way I could defuse the situation.
“Don’t fucking cover for him. I know he’s got a girl back there. He’s got her lunch sitting right here!” He hit the sandwich bag that was in my hand.
“Dude, chill the fuck out,” Aidan snapped. “There’s no girl, the sandwich is for me.”
And there it was. Aidan had accidentally let the cat out of the bag. I could see it in James’ eyes. He understood everything.
“No… You’re kidding me.”
“James, please, try to be cool about this.”
“Cool about this?! Are you telling me that my sister wasted ten years on a fucking faggot?”
“You better chill out or I’m calling the cops,” Aidan told him, now understanding the gravity of the situation.
James flashed on him. “Shut the fuck up. I’m trying to have a god damn conversation with my brother in law.”
“I’m not your brother in law anymore!” I spat. “And you really need to leave.”
“How fucking could you? How could you leave her like this?! For a dude?!”
“How could I stay?” I asked. “I could never love her the way she deserves.”
“Oh, don’t give me that ‘it’s not a choice’ bullshit. It fucking is! Nobody is born gay. You chose to leave my sister for a fucking man. No wonder she was trying to cover up for you. She’s probably fucking ashamed she ever let you touch her. You’re not a fucking man.”
I was seeing red now; my own fists were clenching next to me. Aidan must have noticed the change in my posture.
“That’s it, I’m calling the cops,” Aidan said as he picked up his phone.
“No need,” James said quickly. “I’m leaving. But this isn’t over, Miles. I’m going to fucking ruin you for this.” He looked up at Aidan. “And I’ll ruin you too.”
Without another word, he stormed out of the shop and I sunk into the nearest chair, accidentally dropping the sandwiches on the floor and burying my head in my hands. I didn’t care about the food. I had suddenly lost my appetite.
“Babe, what’s going on?” Aidan asked quickly, his voice panicked. “Who was that?”
“That was Chelsea’s oldest brother,” I mumbled.
“What was he doing here?”
“He said he saw me at the grocery store and followed me here. But who knows, he might have been following me longer than that. The men in her family are real protective. I bet they’ve been trying to find me for weeks now.”
“Wait…” He finally processed it. “Chelsea’s family was not supposed to know you’re gay. She hid that from them. Because they’re conservative and—”
“And fucking crazy,” I finished for him.
“And I basically just told him you are.”
“Pretty much.” I sighed.
“What does this mean, Miles? How serious is this threat?”
“Serious. I don’t know what he’s planning on doing, but trust me, he’ll follow through. It would be too big of a hit on his pride if he didn’t follow through. Nope, he’ll get back me. No idea how, but he will.”
“Fucking shit,” Aidan muttered as he sat down next to me. “What are we going to do?”
“Nothing to do,” I said. “But wait and see what happens.”
That was exa
ctly what we did. I stayed with Aidan at the bakery the rest of the night. He insisted it wasn’t necessary, but I wanted to. I had no idea if James was going to come back with his brother and father and try some shit. I wanted to be here to protect Aidan as much as possible.
And, of course, it wasn’t a good idea for me to be alone either. We were safer together, whatever happened. I felt better near him.
But James never came back to the shop that day. We were careful walking to our cars and driving home that night, but nobody was around. And nobody showed up the next day or the next.
Aidan was starting to get comfortable, thinking nothing was going to happen. But I knew better. I knew it was only a matter of time. With every day that passed that nothing happened, I got more anxious.
Everything blew up about a week later.
It was a Sunday morning. Aidan cooked breakfast like he always did and I grabbed the morning paper. Most days, Aidan didn’t bother with it, especially now that I was around. He liked to talk to me over breakfast, even though we were almost constantly talking.
But for some reason, he really liked the Sunday edition so I knew to grab it. I put it next to his silverware and started sipping some orange juice while I waited for Aidan to finish up cooking.
He put in front of me a plate of pancakes and eggs and set his own plate in front of him before opening up the paper. When he did, his jaw dropped.
“What? What is it?” I asked.
He didn’t answer at first, but kept reading. His face became more contorted with every sentence he read.
“Babe! What is it?” I insisted.
He finally looked up from the paper and slid it my way.
"Anti-Christ Baker Deceives Many Christian Couples’ a title on the bottom half of the front page read.
“What the hell is this?” I asked.
“It’s an editorial article, about me. About my bakery.”
I looked up at Aidan. Tears were welling in his eyes.
“What does it say?” I asked, too panicked to read it.
“It says that I’ve been lying to all of the Christian couples who ordered cakes for their weddings. It has quotes from past couples who say they never would have worked with me if they knew about my lifestyle choices. Basically accuses me of lying to the public in order to get business.”
