Break-Away Strength

by Charlie Richards

  “Oh, fuck,” Miguel whined. “That’s... mmm.”

  Reggie stared down at him, his dark eyes glowing with obvious pleasure. “Damn, that’s a good look on you,” he muttered as he slowly—way too slowly—drew his hand up to the top of Miguel’s rod. “Tell me what you like.”

  Miguel struggled to respond, because now Reggie was using his thumb to massage the wrinkled skin beneath his swollen crown. Next, he swiped his thumb over the cap, catching the bead of pre-cum and rubbing it into his sensitive flesh. He swallowed hard as his prick twitched in Reggie’s grip.

  Finally finding his tongue, Miguel stuttered, “J-Just keep doing stuff like that.” He moaned when Reggie jacked him a couple of times. “Oh, damn. Yeah. Do what feels good to you,” he babbled. “I’m loving your touch. Love feeling those callouses sliding over my shaft. Mmmm.” He hummed, thrashing his head and groaning. “Wow, Reggie. Yes.”

  Reggie sped up his strokes, jacking him faster and faster. Repeatedly sweeping his thumb over his cap, he used the pre-cum Miguel leaked to ease the slide of flesh over flesh. He groaned and clung, just hanging on for the ride.

  Miguel’s balls drew up quickly. He’d been fighting orgasm since tasting Reggie’s seed. While he’d never come from blowing a guy before, he’d been damn close. Now, he didn’t even try to hold back. If Reggie was offering, Miguel was more than happy to take his orgasm.

  With a blissful shout, Miguel reveled in the pleasure swelling over him. His balls expelled his seed in bursts, causing heady endorphins to course through his body. Panting harshly, he gave into the sensations, riding the waves.

  After who knew how long, Miguel pried his eyes open. He found that Reggie had released him, although he hadn’t moved far. Instead, he was staring down at his hand.

  Following Reggie’s intense gaze, Miguel fought back a smile. It appeared the older man was focused on the streaks of cum coating his fingers and palm. His lover didn’t seem to know what to do about it.

  Miguel couldn’t resist. He released the sheet he still clutched and lightly gripped Reggie’s wrist. Gently, he brought Reggie’s hand to his mouth. Holding the other man’s gaze, he gently lapped at his palm and suckled his fingers. In short order, Miguel had cleaned his cum from Reggie’s hand.

  Meeting Reggie’s gaze, Miguel smiled. “Wow,” he whispered. “Thank you. That was... that was spectacular.”

  Reggie nodded slowly. He glanced from Miguel’s groin to his own hand, then to his face. “So, uh... does it taste good?”

  “Does what taste good?” Miguel asked. After an orgasm, he knew he had trouble focusing. After his eventful day, all he wanted was to sleep. Except, as he stared sleepily up at Reggie’s furrowed brows and tense expression, it clicked. Cum. “Oh! Well, I don’t mind how mine tastes and yours was amazing.” He smirked. “What? Are you honestly going to tell me that you’ve never tasted your own seed before?”

  “Uh, no, actually,” Reggie admitted. “I guess I always likened it to, well, piss.”

  Miguel’s eyes widened and he fought back a laugh. He remembered how Reggie hadn’t appreciated his mirth at his expense the last time. Not that he’d ever intentionally make fun of Reggie or anything. The guy was just so... straight-laced.

  It was sexy in a naïve kind of way, mostly due to Reggie’s age.

  “You ever go down on a woman?”

  Miguel had enough sense to avoid asking if Reggie had ever gone down on his wife. That was just... eww. Miguel did not want to hear about Reggie’s past sexual encounters. He was gay, after all. He didn’t enjoy hearing about girlie bits.

  While Reggie’s eyes narrowed, he did nod.

  Smirking, Miguel commented, “So, how is lapping at a lady’s, uh, you know, down there... any different?” When he saw Reggie’s wide eyes and gaping mouth, he shrugged. “That’s fluid, too, right?”

  “Uh... I’m not sure I want to talk about this,” Reggie mumbled. “It’s not, I mean—”

  “I don’t actually want to talk about it, either,” Miguel admitted. “I was just, um, pointing out similarities.”

  Reggie nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing. He once again glanced at Miguel’s torso before meeting his gaze. “I suppose I can agree with your, uh, point of view,” he murmured. He hovered his left hand over the spilled seed. “I heard it was kinda salty.”

  “Give it a shot,” Miguel urged, waving toward his cum-covered abs and chest. “Before I clean it up, because it’s starting to itch.” Taking in Reggie’s pensive look, added, “Or not. Can you hand me the towel?”

  Nodding again, Reggie pushed up and twisted his torso. He leaned down and when he straightened back up, he held the towel. However, he paused before handing it to Miguel.

  “Uh, Reggie?” Miguel grew worried when Reggie just kind of stared. “Everything all right?” Maybe he was having that freak out now.

  “I want... to experience everything with you,” Reggie whispered. He dropped the towel on Miguel’s chest, then swiped his fingers along his abs.

  Miguel sucked in a surprised breath at the unexpected move. Watching Reggie bring his now cum-covered fingers to his nose and sniff, he realized the older man was really good at surprising him. He would have thought Reggie would then grab the towel and wipe his fingers off. Instead, he stuck them into his mouth.

  Reggie’s brows furrowed. His lips thinned. When he popped his fingers out of his mouth, he even hummed. Finally, he met Miguel’s gaze with a solemn expression on his face.

  “I think it would take some work to swallow, like you did,” Reggie rumbled. “Even after over twenty years together, Catherine never did.” Realizing what he’d blurted out, his expression took on a stricken look. “Not that I ever begrudged her that or anything!”

  “Hey, hey,” Miguel crooned, reaching up and running his hands over Reggie’s torso soothingly. “We both know you didn’t mean it like that,” he assured. “Don’t stress over that, handsome. I’m sure, wherever her spirit resides, she’s happy and looking back on you fondly.”

  Reggie heaved a sigh as he finally dropped the towel on Miguel’s torso. He settled back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He scowled, his lips setting in a firm line.

  Miguel figured he could clean himself up and give Reggie a moment at the same time. Rubbing the towel over his torso and groin, he focused on cleaning his spilled seed. It didn’t take him long, and he dropped the towel off the side of the bed.

  Turning back to Reggie, Miguel saw that he was still scowling at the ceiling. He rolled to face him, wondering if the older man would be receptive to cuddling. Would that help or hurt? Figuring the worst that could happen was for Reggie to leave the bed, Miguel took a chance.

  Placing his palm on Reggie’s stomach, Miguel rubbed with his fingertips. He curled his other arm around the pillow under his head, staring at the man. Gently, he continued to stroke Reggie.

  For a long moment, Reggie ignored him. Then, just when Miguel was about to pull away, he turned his head to face him. An expression of fatigue etched across his features, Reggie smiled at him.

  “Sorry,” Reggie mumbled. “Not being a good bed partner, I guess.”

  As Reggie spoke, he slid his right arm under Miguel’s armpit. He bent his elbow, palmed his lower back, and pulled him. Miguel found himself sliding across the several inches of sheet between them until his front was plastered to Reggie’s right side. Doing what came naturally, he settled his head on the much larger man’s shoulder.

  Reggie pressed a kiss to his forehead, then let out a long, low sigh. “Better,” he mumbled. “I can’t decide if it was the orgasm that has me exhausted or what.”

  Miguel glanced up at Reggie and saw that his eyes were closed. His expression appeared much more content. Pleased, he allowed his body to relax and his eyelids to slide to half-mast. He continued rubbing over Reggie’s belly, liking the feel of his soft skin and crinkle of hair creating his treasure trail below his belly button. Reggie wasn’t fat at all, but his abs weren’t well defined either,
showing off a pair of the muscles instead of a six-pack. At Reggie’s age, it showed how hard he worked to maintain himself. Miguel was impressed.

  “Well,” Miguel mumbled. “You could probably blame it on a couple of things, taking care of my dumb ass being one of them.” He scoffed. “I don’t know what I was thinking, running out in the woods. I really should have known better.”

  Growling softly, Reggie rumbled, “Don’t talk about yourself that way. You’re not dumb.” He pecked another kiss to Miguel’s forehead, then muttered, “You’re a fitness trainer. Bet you hate sitting around.”

  Miguel nodded. “I’m gonna pass out now.”

  Chuckling softly, Reggie whispered, “Me, too. Do you like chicken wings?”

  Surprised at the unexpected question, Miguel opened his eyes and glanced at his face again. “Yeah. Why?”

  “We haven’t done any fishing today, and I decided I didn’t want to eat beans or peanut butter and jelly with you,” Reggie mumbled. “I bought frozen chicken wings at the store, though. I’ll make some for a late lunch whenever we wake up.”

  “Cool.”

  Smiling at Reggie’s awesome idea, Miguel fell asleep.

  Miguel woke to an empty bed and the scent of something spicy permeating the air. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, assessing his body. Sighing, he decided he didn’t feel too bad... a little sore in the legs and shoulders, but considering how he’d ended up, it could have been a lot worse.

  Stretching his arms over his head and flexing his toes, Miguel inhaled deeply. Maybe it was all in his head, but he still thought he could smell the underlying scent of cum in the air. Imagination or not, his half-hard morning wood thickened.

  “Oh to be young again.”

  Upon hearing the softly murmured words, Miguel looked toward the doorway. He spotted Reggie standing there, his arms bracketed on the frame. His gaze, however, was riveted on Miguel’s crotch.

  Miguel stilled for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to play it. He decided he wanted to know if Reggie was freaking out or not. From the man’s steady gaze, he didn’t seem to be...

  Placing his left hand beneath his head, Miguel rested his right on his chest. He slowly skimmed his fingertips downward, flicking a nipple, then dipping into his bellybutton. As he traced down his treasure trail, Miguel spread his legs a little wider.

  “Yeah, but I bet if you took those jeans off and straddled my chest,” Miguel stated cockily as he finally gripped his shaft. “If you fed me your dick and I sucked on it like the best lollipop, you’d get hard again, too.”

  Reggie’s eyes widened as he met Miguel’s gaze. He gaped even as he cupped himself. The move was probably instinctual, but it still drew attention to the fact that his dick was at least half hard.

  It seemed Reggie wasn’t averse to the idea at all.

  “How about it, Reg?” Miguel whispered. “You want a round two?”

  “Y-Yes,” Reggie responded huskily. He cleared his throat, his expression turning chagrined. “Hell, yes, Mig. I want a round two, and maybe even a three or four. Unfortunately, I just pulled the wings out of the oven. They’re cooling, at the moment.” His face turned a pleasing shade of pink the more he rambled. “I came in to see if you were awake yet, or if I’d need to wake you.”

  Miguel certainly had no intention of embarrassing his lover further. He released his dick and sat up. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood.

  “Maybe a rain check then, handsome,” Miguel offered, opening the dresser drawer and pulling out a pair of sweats. He skipped the underwear and t-shirt also folded inside and closed the drawer. Reggie had been amazing the last few days, picking him up the essentials. “My stomach is telling me those delicious smelling chicken wings need to get in me as fast as possible.”

  After pulling the sweats on, Miguel headed toward Reggie, who still stood in the doorway watching him. He stopped in front of the bigger man. After just a second of hesitation, he rested his right hand on Reggie’s shoulder, leaned up on his toes, and pecked a kiss to his lips.

  “Lead the way, Reg.”

  Reggie stared down at him, a slow smile splitting his lips. Releasing the woodwork, he wrapped his arms around Miguel’s waist and pulled him close. After planting a hard kiss to his lips, Reggie drew back, releasing him.

  “Hope you like them hot,” Reggie stated. He grabbed Miguel’s hand, threading their fingers together, leading the way through the cabin.

  Miguel had no idea how eating hot wings turned into foreplay, but damn did his cock throb. He knew it was his own fault, too. Reggie had admitted how much he liked eating different foods with Miguel, because he enjoyed watching how much Miguel relished eating.

  What could he say? Food was... food. It was meant to be enjoyed.

  After that, the meal consisted of both men trying to outdo each other with pornographic sounds while eating. Fingers were sucked, moans of pleasure uttered, and expressions of bliss etched across their features.

  Now, the food was done, and Miguel was trying to decide the best way to get relief for his dick.

  Maybe the direct approach.

  Setting down his plate, Miguel grabbed one last napkin and wiped his fingers. At that point, they were covered with more saliva than hot sauce, but still... Miguel wanted to touch Reggie, and he didn’t want wet fingers while doing it.

  Miguel then grabbed Reggie’s plate full of wing bones and set it on the coffee table. Placing a hand on his lover’s shoulder, he straddled the bigger man’s lap. He settled his ass on Reggie’s thighs, remembering at the last moment to keep a couple of inches between their groins... just in case.

  Reggie lifted his brows even as his eyes dilated. “What are you doing?”

  Grabbing Reggie’s wrist, Miguel used his napkin on the fingers of that hand. He winked, then did the same to the other hand. After he finished cleaning and drying his lover’s fingers, he turned at the waist and tossed the soiled napkins onto the coffee table as well.

  “Now, then,” Miguel murmured. He returned both hands to the big man’s shoulders and smiled at him. “Are you ready for that round two?”

  Reggie’s nostrils flared. “Hell, yeah.” He rested his hands on Miguel’s hips, his thumbs rubbing along the grooves at the edges of his V. “What did you have in mind?”

  Miguel hummed. “Well, I could suck your dick again.” He winked. “Or if you want to try something new...” Since Reggie had expressed his desire for more pleasure, he rocked his hips forward and pressed his cotton-covered erection against the older man’s. “You could fuck me.”

  Moaning low in his throat, Reggie sounded almost awed when he whispered, “You’d let me fuck you?”

  “Oh, hell yeah, big guy,” Miguel crooned. “I’d love to have your long, thick cock filling my ass.”

  “You would?”

  Reggie’s disbelief rang loud and clear in his voice.

  Miguel chuckled. “Yeah,” he repeated. “You have any condoms?”

  “No,” Reggie instantly replied. “Of course not. Why would I—”

  As Reggie started talking, Miguel felt disappointment flood him. Of course Reggie wouldn’t have condoms. Why the hell would he have condoms?

  “Wait,” Reggie countered. “I might, actually.”

  Hope filling him, Miguel grinned. “Oh, yeah? Where?”

  Chapter Nine

  Reggie’s heart thudded in his chest. Was he really willing to do this? To take this step? Fuck a guy? Meeting Miguel’s gaze, seeing his handsome face and hopeful expression, Reggie nodded.

  “Maybe. In the nightstand of your room,” Reggie admitted. Seeing the confusion cross Miguel’s face, he added, “My fishing buddy, Owen, joins me on occasion. Last time he came, he brought a lady friend. They shared your room. I remember cleaning up after they left and saw the box left behind.” He smirked. “As to whether or not they’re still good... well.”

  Grinning widely, Miguel pecked a kiss to Reggie’s lips, then hopped off his
lap. He disappeared from the room even before Reggie found his feet. Hearing the drawer open in the bedroom, Reggie moved to follow.

  Reggie paused at his own bedroom doorway. He peered through the crack into the darkened room. Having bought the cabin after his wife passed, he’d never had a lover in that bed.

  Am I ready to now?

  “Success!” Miguel cried. “You coming?”

  “No,” Reggie answered absently.

  When he didn’t get a response, he tore his gaze from the view of his darkened room. He focused on Miguel where he stood in the doorway of the second bedroom. For an instant, he saw a disappointed expression on Miguel’s face, but the younger man quickly cleared it from his face, pasting on an understanding look.

  “No worries,” Miguel murmured. “I didn’t mean to push.”

  Reggie shook his head, heading toward him. He reached out and touched Miguel’s cheek. “Not what I meant, Miguel,” he murmured. Pulling the smaller man into his embrace, Reggie cupped his cheek. “I meant I want you to join me in my room.” Going for flirty, he added, “I have lube.”

  Miguel’s concern immediately cleared. He grinned widely as he stepped closer, pressing his lean body against Reggie’s bigger frame. His arms around him, Miguel scraped his nails across his shoulder blades, causing a shiver to work through him.

  “Are you sure?”

  Reggie nodded. “If we do this, I want you in my bed.” As he spoke the words, all concern evaporated. He spoke the truth. “And I do want to do this.”

  Miguel nodded, looking equal parts relieved and turned on. Once again scraping his nails down his back, he grinned. “I’ll get the condoms. You get the lube.” He eased back, giving him a feral smile. “And you really should ditch those jeans again.”

  “Only if you ditch the sweats,” Reggie teased back.

  “You know I will.”

  Miguel stood on his toes, pecked a kiss to Reggie’s lips, then hustled back into the room.

  Reggie turned and headed into his own bedroom, flipping on the lights as he went. Pulling his t-shirt over his head, he tossed it over the back of the chair near the desk. Why he had the desk in his bedroom, he had no idea, but it had come with the cabin and he’d been too lazy to move it.