Break Away

by Van Barrett

  “L-like what?” I stammered meekly, the air sucked right out of my lungs.

  “Oh. You know. Just things. Doesn't matter though, does it?” River shrugged. “Because if word about us ever got out? Think of all the problems it could cause me.”

  “Yah. True.” I toed the floor before casting River a coy look. “But … you know I can keep a secret, right River?”

  He laughed softly. Those were the words he wanted to hear. “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  River leaned in for a kiss, his eyes gently shutting. I closed my eyes and waited for him, breathless and with a racing heart.

  I couldn't believe it was really about to happen! I thought back to that Friday night at the bar where I'd first met River without even knowing it. I thought he was some run-of-the-mill meat-head jock. But even that night, I knew there was something different about him. I just refused to actually let myself believe it.

  Still, that night, I couldn't stop staring at him. Or his mouth. Those juicy, pink lips, so naturally and adorably pouty. God, I'd wanted to kiss him that night, even as I tried to convince myself that he probably sucked.

  And finally, at last, after all the waiting, I felt it. The kiss that calmed my heart. The softest, sweetest, most gentle kiss. His lips, velvety soft and full, touched mine. As if he were just dipping his toes into the waters to test them.

  He pulled back. We both opened our eyes and blinked at each other.

  I wondered, how had he liked the waters? And did he feel what I'd felt? Because when I kissed River, something inside me clicked. Something deep down, something instinctive said, yes, this is your man. You've found him. Now take him. Take him now and do what you have to in order to claim him. Fight for him if necessary. But don't you dare let him get away. Ever!

  River breathed deeply. A look of contentment settled in his eyes. And then so did something else: desire. White hot and uncontrollable desire. He threw himself back into me, ironing me flat against the wall, and we kissed like lovers who'd endured years without each other. Hands flew up and down chests and abs, and glanced over growing packages. A stray hand knocked River's hat off. It fell to the floor. He didn't care.

  I gasped for breath – I couldn't keep up. River had been dying of thirst, but now he was taking his first ravenous drink in a very, very long time.

  River draped himself over me and greedily explored my body. I panted for air, smashed between the wall and River's oppressive mass. But there was nowhere else I'd rather be but here. Trading tongues with River.

  “I could not stop thinking about you,” River growled in my ear. He had me on pins and needles. I panted, unable to form words, his hot breath on my neck making me even more ticklish and helpless.

  He found the hard bulge in my pants, wrapped his fingers around me, and tugged. The rest of me went weak, my body going limp in River's grasp, as I fell victim to his touch. He pushed me up against the wall to steady me.

  “And all the things I wanna do to you.”

  River grabbed the waist of my jeans and yanked. The button came unfastened, my zipper flew down, and my pants fell right between my legs. I gasped, standing before River in my boxers. My ugly, baggy boxers, with the embarrassingly eager protrusion that pointed toward ten o'clock … complete with a wet dab of pre-cum at the top, mind you.

  But River didn't mind. He slowly dropped down to his knees, his eyes on mine.

  “Oh, River,” I moaned.

  Delicately, he worked the elastic band of my boxers over and around my cock. Until those too lay between my ankles.

  “Mmm, River,” I panted again. I ran my hand against the grain of his short, prickly hair. Then back the other direction, and his hair felt angelically soft and downy.

  River wrapped his large fist around my cock and stroked.

  “Fuck, it looks small in your hand,” I laughed. “I'm not used to seeing it like that.”

  He grinned. “You can jerk yourself off if you'd rather?”

  I cupped the back of his head. “Nah. I think you're better at it.”

  Besides the occasional moan and groan, our back-and-forth banter quieted. I realized I was witnessing something special: River, for the first time, holding a cock in his hands that wasn't his. He jerked me slowly and steadily. His gaze stayed locked on my manhood, his eyes occasionally darting up to meet mine.

  It was as if he wanted to watch the effect of every deliberate stroke. He listened to all the sounds he elicited from me. I knew he was listening and learning exactly what I liked.

  He played with my balls, tugged them, massaged them, squeezed them. Always watching my face, seeing the pleasure he gifted me. Then it was back to stroking. He played with me, I imagine, like he stroked himself. He liked a light grip. He wanted me to feel the loose but unyielding ring of his fingers as it passed up and down my shaft. Each plunge up and down my manhood, his strong fingers glanced pleasurably against my glans.

  Ugh. It was such a deep thrill to watch a guy discover someone else's cock for the first time. A guy who just a few days ago might say he was 'straight.' Hell, a guy who might still say he was straight at this very moment. Hopefully not, but maybe.

  “Can I …” River swallowed, struggling with the words. “Can I suck you?”

  I chuckled. God, he was so cute. “I'd love it if you sucked me, River.”

  “Okay.”

  He scooted closer. He stuck his tongue out cautiously – just the tip and not much more. He ran that tongue-tip up and down the sides of my cock. From tip to base, base to tip. Slow and gentle, with the lightest, wettest touch. I gently pinched his soft ear lobes between my fingers and held on while he licked me all over.

  As a gentle and curious first timer, River tuned my senses to the slightest of touches – until all he had to do was look at me a certain way and I would shake with agony. When he gave me a slightly heavier tongue-lashing, he unleashed a torrent of spasms that rippled up my spine. My hips bucked uncontrollably, my pelvis leaped off the wall, and I thrust my impatient cock at River's mouth.

  “Sorry,” I panted, mildly embarrassed. “You've got me so wound up, River, I can't even help myself.”

  “It's okay.” He grinned. “I like that you're this excited. I can see your cock pulsing … it's crazy, dude. It's literally throbbing in my hands.”

  Oh, gosh. His enthusiasm was heart-melting. “Ha, yeah …”

  “Besides. After the blowjob you gave me … I wanna do the same to you. Take my time. You know. Make you suffer.”

  “Oh, god damn, River.” He knew all the right things to say.

  His eyes stayed locked on mine. He knew damn well the torture he was putting me through, and he was loving every second of it. My balls, heavy with cum, ached.

  “River,” I panted. “God, my balls, River. You're getting me too worked up.”

  “Oh yeah?” he winked. “Huh. How 'bout that.”

  “Ughh. You're such a tease.”

  Frustration aside, I didn't mind this one bit. River had already taught me something: I'd grown impatient. Too many late night hook-ups had trained me to think that 'normal' sex meant wanting to jump right in the sack, skip over all the good stuff, and go straight to suck, fuck, and pump cum.

  Leave it to River, of all people, to remind me that there was a lot more than just straight suckin' and fuckin'. It was about the journey, not the destination.

  When I finally accepted that in myself … it happened. River, with a fistful of my balls to restrain me, sucked and slurped and tongued the head of my cock. As if he were French kissing it. I gasped and groaned and banged my fist into the drywall behind me and let out a howl.

  “It's so fucking good River! Please! Please give it to me!”

  Finally, finally, River relented and gave me what I wanted. His lips wrapped tight around my member and he pushed down my shaft.

  “Oooooh,” I cooed as he pushed his lips further down my cock. He took as much as he could, sucked the air out of his cheeks, and cork-screwed back up
my length. “Urghh,” I growled.

  A few more strokes like that was all River Brame needed to break me.

  “I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum,” I panted, my eyes rolling back in my head. The mounting pressure was quickly surging up my length. I was opening. I was ready.

  River throated me faster, harder, sloppier. When I pulled out of his mouth, he dropped under me and waited obediently with an open mouth.

  Oh holy shit, he wants it in his mouth. That mouth, it's so pretty, I thought. I needed to see my cum in that mouth.

  “Aahhh!” I grunted, giving in to orgasm. “Fuck! I'm cumming! Oh God!”

  River eagerly stuck his tongue out. He wanted my load every bit as bad as I wanted to give it to him. With my whole body trembling, I unloaded – and pumped streaks of semen right into his mouth. He pushed my cum out, my creamy white seed dribbling down his pretty pink lips.

  “Oh God … oh God … oh God …” I panted as I drifted back to Earth, my palms back against the wall for the support I badly needed.

  River pushed a mouthful of my cum onto my still-hard cock. It rolled down my shaft and dribbled on the floor. And then he sucked and blew me some more.

  “God, you're dirty, River,” I chuckled, still breathless, my body still awash in waves of ecstasy. “Who fucking knew?”

  He took my cock out of his mouth with a suction-breaking pop.

  “So that was one of the things I was thinking about all weekend.”

  “… Is there more?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Should I –?” I bit my lip. “Should I show you my bedroom?”

  “Yeah. I'd definitely like to see it.”

  “Well! Let's go.”

  I grabbed his hand, helped hoist him to his feet, and led him to my bedroom.

  30

  Vulnerable

  – River –

  Not once had I ever felt this free. This open. This willing. With Lane, it all flowed so naturally.

  He wrapped his fist around my index finger and led me to his bedroom. The suggestion of that alone – his tight fist, squeezing my finger – was enough to drive me fuckin' wild. With each step we took closer to the bedroom, my penis ached and throbbed with excitement.

  And oh, what a thrill it was to suck cock, man. To think that some people don't enjoy that! What the fuck? I loved it: I had Lane panting and moaning just by teasing him with my tongue. I had him crumpled, leaning up against the wall so he didn't fall over. I had him gasping and trembling without even touching him!

  His cock throbbed in my hands, in my mouth. He swelled up bigger and harder before he blew his load. And then … I didn't think I was actually ready to do that. But when the time came? When he was ready to bust? I dropped below him and showed him my tongue. I gave him a target to shoot for. 'Cause I know how much that turns any guy on.

  And man, did he ever hit the target. He spurted right into my mouth. It might take some time before I learn to love the taste of cum … ha ha … but it's not bad. Just a little salty. He didn't seem to mind that I spit it out and let it dribble down my chin, at least. As long as you play with it a little – a guy really likes that. Means a lot to a guy to know you don't think his seed is repulsive.

  Anyway.

  Lane threw his door open and in we went. He pushed me so I fell back on my ass, sitting on his mattress. It always surprises me when Lane can push me around like that. He's not a small guy, in fact, he's pretty fit. But he still gives up a few inches and probably 50 pounds next to me. Not to mention I'm more than used to big men trying to push me around. Still though, Lane's got a lot of fight. I like the way he doesn't back down from me. He's not intimidated by my size. That's cool.

  Lane tore me out of my clothes and flung them across the room. I yanked off his boxers and he was totally nude.

  “Oh,” I gasped when I set my eyes on his smooth, supple body. Long and lean, but with some killer muscle definition. Naturally toned abs and pecs. A fantastic core. Really a wonderful body. I couldn't wait to get my hands all over him and really feel him.

  “You coulda been a hockey player,” I mumbled with a knot in my throat, and my eyes running up and down his bare front.

  “Uh. Thanks.” Lane laughed. “Coming from you I guess that's a compliment.”

  Lane leaped right on top of me like a cat pouncing on his prey. I fell backward and Lane pinned me to the mattress. I wrapped my hands around his back and ran my finger-tips up and down his milky smooth skin.

  “Perfect,” I grunted.

  And we kissed again.

  Soon, eager hands worked and wedged their way between our abdomens. Fingers wrapped around cocks and tugged. We jerked each other while we kissed, softly moaning and groaning into each other's mouths.

  And man, Lane felt light on top of me. I grabbed two fistfuls of his ass and made him grind against me – so our hard cocks rubbed and stroked together like two pistons glancing off one another. God, that felt awesome! Soon a trail of pre-cum glistened on my hard abs – my pre-cum? Or his? Hopefully, both of ours.

  When things got steamier still, I felt more adventurous. And I … well, I gently ran my finger over the ring of his ass. Just to see what might happen. He puckered tightly under my finger.

  “Ohh!” Lane let out a delighted snicker. “Is that what you were wanting to try …?”

  I smiled. “Maybe.”

  “I don't know, River. I don't give that up for anyone.” That's what he said, but his actions implied otherwise: he reached to the night-stand for a bottle of lube.

  Before long, my fingers were dripping with lube. And Lane's hand, guiding mine, showed me just how he liked it. With Lane's guidance, I ran my finger-tip around the rim of his rear. He writhed against me, groaning and gasping as he relaxed and pushed back.

  “Shit,” I whimpered in astonishment as the tip of my finger wiggled past his tight ring.

  “How's that feel?” he asked with a cute grin.

  “Fucking … amazing.”

  “'Fucking amazing,'” he repeated, mocking me.

  I grinned. “I'm not a journalist like you.”

  “Try again. Tell me how this feels.” He came off me, then pushed himself back down again. This time, he pushed his ass even further down my finger.

  “Oh my God, Lane.” Gulp. “It's so tight and smooth … ugh.”

  Lane shrugged. “That's better, I guess. Beats 'fucking amazing'.”

  Again and again my cock rose and fell against my belly. It desperately wanted what my finger had.

  “Damn River, even your finger's thick …”

  ***

  Lane's chest laid flat on the mattress, his ass stuck high in the air. I held his bottom between my hands, spreading him open, taking in the sight of his gaping pink entry. My cock, sheathed in a condom, pointed towards his ass and throbbed with my heart-beat.

  Lane reminded me again. “I don't let anyone do this, River …” His soft, almost-wavering voice told me how vulnerable he was.

  I knew what he meant: we wouldn't be doing this if he didn't feel something for me. That he saw me as something more than a one-time thing. Obviously it was too early for anyone to say the L-word. But I think what Lane was trying to say was, hey, maybe that could be in the cards someday. And if that scared the shit outta me, then I oughtta run.

  “I know,” I said softly. After a pause, I added, “y'know, I don't normally do this with anyone, either.”

  That made us both crack up.

  “God damn it, River,” Lane said when the laughter tapered off. “We're supposed to be serious right now.”

  “Yeah. Sorry. I got a bad habit of making jokes at the worst times.”

  “Shutup already, River.” He wiggled his ass at me. “Shutup and give me your big dick.”

  I set my cock at his entry, steadied it, and pushed.

  “Ohhh,” he grunted as I slid in.

  It took some time getting used to. Lane said I was thick. Thick and long. And I had to work in slowly, gently, only adding
a fraction of an inch at a time before backing out, and always with plenty of lube. Lane pounded his fists into the mattress and yelped at times – “Fuck!” “Goddamn!” “Ow!” – and I'll admit that I might have been a little freaked out. I started to wonder if this anal sex thing might be more trouble than it was worth.

  “It's too much, isn't it! … You wanna stop?” I kept asking him.

  But Lane encouraged me to just keep going – gently, slowly. Until he could relax and adjust to my girth.

  And once that happened? Oh man – the fireworks started. His grunts and shrieks of pain built higher and sharper until they were honed into something else entirely. Deep grunts of primal pleasure. Screams of ecstasy. His whole body trembled and quaked as I slid my cock deeper into his ass. When I withdrew, he let out a piercing cry – like he couldn't stand to be without me.

  I raked my fingernails up and down his long, smooth back. Deep red lines appeared in his skin. “Yes!” he screamed, recoiling. He buried his face in his pillows and bellowed, “Harder!” “More!” “Fuck me, River!”

  What choice did I have? We fucked long and hard – until streams of sweat trickled down our bodies and the bed sheets beneath us were soaked.

  When I pulled out and laid on my back, Lane hopped right on and rode me cowboy style. He bucked and grinded, his body moving in waves. He moved with the hypnotic finesse of a belly dancer. God, it was fun to watch him ride me.

  With my cock deep in his ass, he stroked himself. I could tell by the way he jumped and jolted that he was getting close. It didn't take long in that position – he angled my penis in just the right spot, and that made him cum.

  “Fuck!” he shouted. His ass clamped me tight, again and again, as he came. His seed splattered all over me. He drizzled my chest and abs with his jizz.

  And seeing that – seeing his smooth body shake and convulse, and his seed spray all over my body – was what broke me.

  “Urragh!” I roared. His hips gyrated, his pelvis moved in circles – this was a dance he was doing for me, a dance designed to milk me of my seed – and he didn't stop until I lost myself. I came with a roar, and I filled that condom deep in his ass.