by Damian Bloom
“You want to suck my cock?” I ask, lowering my voice to a growl.
He nods, teeth digging into his full upper lip.
“Then say it.” It comes out as a bark, a command. Luis responds to my authority with a shiver and a gasp, the tiniest of smiles flourishing on his face. “Ask for it.”
“Can I-Can I please suck your cock?”
I kiss him again, more turned on than I’ve ever been. Then I jump up to my feet and kick my pants and underwear off. Still lying on the floor, Luis eyes my naked body like it’s water and he’s lost in the desert.
I straddle his face. His breath is warm and shaky on my balls. It’s the last moment I’ll wonder what Luis’s mouth would feel like on me.
I think I hear him gasp when I lower my steely erection onto his face. His skin feels cool on my burning cock.
“Please,” Luis whimpers, opening his mouth as wide as he can.
First, I dip the head in, letting it rest on his tongue. He twirls his tongue around, already moaning. It’s impossible to take it slow when he makes those sounds. I want to make him sigh, yelp, scream.
Shifting my weight onto my arms, I thrust my hips forward, and my dick digs further into his mouth until it hits the back of his throat.
I grit my teeth at the lewd choking sound that escapes Luis’s mouth. It’s all I can do to keep from shoving the rest of my cock down his throat.
Take it easy, I remind myself. Take it slow.
I lift my hips. “Don’t hold back,” Luis begs, as if reading my thoughts. I realize that although Luis is a virgin, this might have happened many times in his mind. He’s been craving this, he’s been waiting for and dreaming of this. Maybe just as much as he’s been pining for his fairy tale love story.
If I can’t be what he needs, maybe I can be what he wants in the darkest, most secret parts of his being.
I notice Luis has slipped his own cock out of his pants, and he’s stroking it as his tongue laps at the underside of my hard dick. He strains his neck to reach the head of my cock, trying to swallow it back into his mouth and down his throat. Who am I to deny his wishes?
More forcefully than before, pulling all the stops, I resume fucking his face, guided only by my own desire and Luis’s sounds of pleasure.
“Get on your knees,” I order, and he immediately obeys me. Standing before him, I run my hands through his hair, and, fixing one on either side of his head, I begin pumping into his throat. The back of his throat is so hot and tight that I wish I’d never have to take my cock out again. Half-open, his eyes don’t leave my face for a second. He looks even more frail and delicate trapped between my muscular thighs as I tower over him.
“Damn, Luis,” I groan. “It feels amazing.” He tries to smile but finds it difficult with a mouth full of thick cock.
He takes the throatfucking well, although he does choke a few times and I never manage to push it all the way to the hilt. But hey, it’s good to have something to improve toward.
I feel the tip of my cock begin to tingle on the edge of climax. “I’m about to bust. When I do, I want you to be a good boy and swallow it all.”
It’s been a few days since my last nut, and I know I’ll be filling Luis’s stomach. The first few ropes of cum spurt at the back of his throat as I keep him locked in place. I let my head fall back, and I growl as the orgasm washes over me. I pull back just a little, so that some of my semen can land on his tongue. “Swallow it,” I remind him, and he dutifully drinks it down, looking naughtier than in my most perverted dreams. Finally, I empty my balls onto his face and wipe my cock on his cheek.
I pant so hard you’d think I’ve just finished running a marathon, but Luis isn’t ready to stop yet. He runs his tongue along my softening shaft.
“Clean it up.” I shove the tip of my cock back between his lips.
This is the moment I’m scared of. As much as I like sex, the moment I ejaculate, my desire for physical proximity vanishes. This is normally the moment where I roll out of bed, clean myself up, and either sit down with my sexual partner for a platonic, boring, everyday conversation, or I politely suggest they get going. I feel bad about it, but I fear it’s simply how I’m wired. Once my balls are empty, I lose interest.
For a fraction of a second, at the peak of my orgasm, I began worrying about it. Will Luis pick up on a change in my attitude? How will he interpret it? Will he be hurt by it? Offended?
But to my surprise, it’s completely different this time. Instead of flowing out with my cum, my desire for Luis is only stoked, burning brighter and hotter than ever. I can feel it scorch my gut. So, in no time at all, Luis manages to nurse my erection back to life—tender, more sensitive than before, but still rock-hard.
He seems just as surprised as me, his eyes widening as my cock comes to poke at his throat again. He gazes up at me. What would you like me to do? Man, the ways I want to ravish this guy…
“Go to my bedroom and wait for me on the bed.”
I love that I don’t have to tell him twice. Before I finish my sentence, Luis is already scurrying down the hallway.
I grab the lube and the condoms from the bathroom and find him sitting on my bed in the dark.
“Take off all your clothes.”
His pants, shirt, underwear slip off of him like dewdrops sliding down grass blades. I take a moment to appreciate the view, dragging my gaze over every inch of exposed skin. Unlike that day I walked in on him while he was changing, now there’s no reason for me to look away.
He’s flawless. And he’s mine.
His cock is perfectly proportioned, his pubic hair neatly trimmed.
“Turn around.”
He turns to show me his ass, and I struggle to take my next breath. His asscheeks are smooth and—although small—perfectly round and juicy, like ripe peaches.
“Get on all fours for me.”
He obeys without questioning. I kneel on the bed behind him. Damn it, this must be the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. It wouldn’t surprise me to wake up and discover it’s all been a dream.
I slip some of the cold lube onto my hand and wipe it over his hole before slipping a finger inside. His virgin ass swallows it eagerly. Just thinking of what it will do to my cock drives me crazy with lust.
Luis whimpers.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.” His reply is desperate, like he’s afraid I might stop or slow down. I take that as a sign to add another finger. His moan makes my hair stick on end. My dick twitches, my balls suddenly full again.
I finger him for a few moments, giving his untouched hole some time to adjust. Then, Luis says something, but his voice is muffled and weak and strangled by pleasure.
“Speak up.”
“Fu—fuck me,” Luis begs. He shoots me a look over his shoulder—submissive, imploring, entirely debauched.
“Fuck me, what?”
Luis pauses. “Fuck me, please…Sir?”
“That’s more like it.”
I tear the condom open with my teeth and sheath myself with one determined stroke. After adding a generous amount of lube to my penis and some more to his ass, I line myself up with his hole and push.
Moans break out of us in unison when the plump tip of my cock penetrates him.
“You have to let me know if I’m hurting you,” I tell Luis.
He shakes his head vigorously. “You’re not, you’re not. It feels—” Another moan parts his lips. “It feels amazing.”
It does feel amazing. His ass is squeezing me hard. It’s a good thing I’m coming off the high of a fresh orgasm, or one thrust could have been enough to make me spurt.
Despite Luis’s bravado, I take my time pushing into him. Gently, his body swallows me inch after inch until I’m all the way inside.
I can’t believe it. Not even in my wildest dreams did I think there was still a chance of this happening—I’m balls deep inside Luis!
“I’m going to start moving now. Remember, you tell me if it hurts or you w
ant me to slow down. If not, I might go a little crazy.”
As if to tease me, Luis’s ass muscles twitch around my dick. If I had a mirror in front of me, I suspect I’d see my eyes cross.
Luis nods. “I’ll tell you.”
“Do you still want me to fuck you?” I teasingly whisper in his ear.
He makes an extremely lewd sound as he bites his lip. “Yes, Adam, yes. Please fuck me hard.” The words storm out of his mouth, unfiltered.
As promised, I begin bucking my hips. In the beginning, I keep it slow and gentle, inching out slowly, then filling him up again gradually. I clutch him by the hips, digging my fingers into his tender flesh.
Then, I start increasing the rhythm, switching direction as well. Instead of thrusting into him, I begin to pull his ass to me, impaling him on my greedy cock. The grip he has on me is phenomenal. It makes me wonder if I’ve ever felt anything this good.
Luis’s feedback comes in the form of loud moans and whines. I listen intently for any hint of discomfort, but for now, we’re in the clear. Which is a good thing because I want to drill into him like a mad man.
Suddenly, I’m gripped by the urge to feel his body closer to mine. I drop my weight onto his back, and he buckles under it, landing on his stomach. I drag one pillow under his head and another under his crotch.
As I start to pound him harder and harder, I sprinkle a constellation of kisses onto his cheek and neck. “You feel incredible,” I say, and he moans in response, a dazed smile blossoming on his face.
I love his smile. I adore being the cause of that smile.
When I begin really grinding my hips against him, slamming into him so forcefully that the room fills up with the slapping of our bodies, it’s hard to believe I’m fucking a virgin. Especially since, not to blow my own horn, I’ve been thoroughly blessed by nature, both in length and girth. But Luis takes it like a pro, which allows me to get lost in the experience and drown in wave after wave of pleasure.
“Turn around,” I say. “I want to see your pretty face.”
My body cries for his when I separate them, so I dive back into his warmth immediately. Hoisting Luis’s legs onto my shoulders, I let my weight fall back on top of him as I drill into his hole. Our faces perfectly lined up, I can stare into his eyes as I fuck him. He can’t pry his eyes away from me.
When we kiss, it’s full of moans and pants. They clash between our lips, mix together, then dissolve into the dark night.
I slip a hand between our bodies and begin stroking Luis’s dick with each thrust. He heaves a sigh equal parts relief and tension before melting under me.
Outside, the patter of the rain continues, and it’s only the sound of our naked bodies slamming together that rivals it in the silence of the house.
Tension builds up inside of me again. I feel it in my gut, in my pelvis, along my cock, and deep in my balls. I’m so close.
“I’m going to cum,” Luis stammers.
“Me too.”
He smiles. I smile. Perfect timing.
My mouth clashes onto his in one final thrust. His cock jerks in my hand, throbs and begins pumping out warm semen. It coats my fingers and Luis’s abs and chest. Deep inside his ass, I fill the condom.
The orgasm courses through me like electricity. It jostles me, and I let out a primal, non-human sound of undiluted ecstasy.
I drop onto Luis, our chests glued together with his cum.
“That was…” Luis’s voice trails off as his mind struggles to turn back on and find the right words.
I kiss his neck and nod. I can’t speak just yet either, but inside, I know that, in a way, tonight was a first for me, too. It’s almost like I unlocked a new level to sex. How did I not know it could be this good? Have I been doing it wrong all this time? Is Luis some sort of superhuman being sent to Earth to drive humans mad with mind-blowing extraterrestrial intercourse?
I only muster enough energy to roll off of Luis and scoop him up into my arms before drifting into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
The first thing I experience in the morning is confusion. Not since my married days have I woken up with a warm naked body against mine. His back to me, Luis is lying on his side, cooped up inside my arms. He’s reading my copy of The Notebook.
“How many times have you read it?” I mumble.
He tries to look over his shoulder and give me a smile. Now that I’m less horny than last night, I’m even more dazzled by his beauty. This man’s smile is art.
“This is probably my seventh time.”
“Hmm, I expected more, to be honest.” I nuzzle my face into his shoulder. “I still haven’t managed to read it.”
Luis squeezes one of my hands and pulls it to his chest, wrapping my arm tighter around him. “You want me to read out loud?”
“Sure.” I lay a kiss on the soft skin of his shoulder.
The autumn sun shines with a vengeance, the way it only ever does after fierce storms. Luckily, Hector came home completely dry, so he must have found a shelter somewhere. That or he really has a second home, the cheater. Now, he’s lying at the other end of the bed, eyes half-open, a picture of total relaxation.
Luis does a fantastic job of reading aloud. His voice is crisp, his intonation a mesmerizing melody. And, holding on to him, I feel like a child—safe, cozy, and totally enthralled.
I try to focus on the story, but I’m constantly distracted by his beauty. His back is slender, his skin soft and cool to the touch. Absentmindedly, I run a lazy finger over his side, following the delicate lines of his body—his neck, his shoulder, his waist, the tempting curve of his ass. I tune in and out, catching scraps of the novel that today sounds charming and tender instead of saccharine.
“I am nothing special,” Luis reads. “Of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten…” I take in his smell and the shape of his body and try to store them away, hoping to have this moment safe forever in the trenches of my mind. “But I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.”
Something stirs in my chest. For as long as it takes Luis to read those sentences, I allow myself to break free of cynicism and accept the romantic hope that love exists and people can be selfless. In the blink of an eye, I’m a teenager again, dreaming of a cozy life filled with nothing but love—a house, a published book, and a partner I adore.
Just as quickly, I’m back here: thirty-three, with everything I dreamed of except for that partner. But if I drown out my mind and hold Luis tight enough, I can almost pretend I’ve got that too, almost forget the unbearable pain that’s hardened my heart all those years ago, almost believe that Luis and I are meant to last.
The sun is shining outside, the world is wet and chilly, but here, there’s only warmth. Luis is in my arms, Hector is purring, curled up on a fluffy blanket, and everything is well in the world.
If I could lock myself inside a moment forever, it would be this one.
18
Luis
Dear Diary,
I’m writing to brag about my amazing life. Also, because my heart is threatening to burst in the best way imaginable.
Had I known how beautiful life would get if I gave in to my attraction to Adam, I wouldn’t have wasted so many weeks holding back and tormenting myself.
You know that amazing feeling when you wake up thinking your alarm’s about to ring, but then you remember it’s your free day, and you can sleep in? The past three days have basically been that. Times a hundred. On repeat.
Of course, I’ve had to go to work, but virtually every minute not spent in the Hazelnut, I was here at Adam’s. We’ve been doing minimal writing, I have to admit, but at least I’m gaining some of that much-needed experience he’s been pestering me about.
These three days have melted away in a medley of sex, cuddling, and lots of sleep. Sometimes, I read to Adam, or Adam reads to me, oscillating be
tween romance and thriller. At other times, I prepare quick and easy snacks that we eat in bed. But mostly, we’ve been commuting between the bed and the living room couch.
His smell has drenched me so thoroughly that it’s become my smell, and now I carry him with me wherever I go. When I’m at work, we text constantly—our contact literally never ends!
During the day, he makes me laugh, and at night, he makes me moan, and life has never been a more beautiful roller-coaster. I’m in heaven.
“Should I worry?” Adam asks, pulling into our driveway. I don’t know what makes him ask that question, but it could either be my nervous foot-tapping or the fact I’ve been biting my nails since we left his house.
So far, between all of us, only Tanner, Eric, and my brother have been brave—or stupid—enough to bring boyfriends or girlfriends home. And that has only ever happened once for each of them because they learned their lesson quickly when they got dumped immediately afterward.
Not that Adam is my boyfriend.
I love my brother and friends to bits. They’re some of the kindest, funniest, most amazing people. But, man, can they be horrible hosts when you bring someone over.
It’s an especially bad idea to introduce them to someone in the early days of dating. Because the gang’s teasing is relentless, their humor is around the preschool level, and your date will hit the ground running. If not, the guys will tell you everything that’s wrong with them until you’ll be the one who wants to break up.
Not that Adam and I are dating.
I sigh. Adam reaches a hand and squeezes my shoulder. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“My friends can be…intense,” I say.
Adam’s jaw sharpens as he nods. “Okay. Intense how?”
“You’ll see.” I crack my knuckles, eying the Prince Castle through the windshield. “I just hope they don’t scare you away.”
Adam lets out a warm laugh. He leans over and kisses my cheek, rubbing a hand on the inside of my thigh. “It’s gonna take a lot more than some hazing to scare me away.”
