S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  I had always hoped that one day love would call my name; and when it did, I’d be able to answer. I had no idea the call would come from two different directions at the same time.

  Everything happens for a reason, and as Ethan and Cade were certainly part of everything, I had to believe the reason behind it all was to make the three of our lives more complete and of greater value. I wouldn’t change one thing in my life if I could, and if for some reason I lost one of the two men I loved, I had no idea how I would continue with the other. The thought of it caused me to feel empty and made life seem meaningless.

  As I came into a state of true serenity at the thoughts of where my life had brought me, I turned to face Cade. Fast asleep, he seemed at peace. I glanced toward his lap.

  Noodle dick.

  I rolled to the side and smiled at the thought of his innocence. I had no idea of the time that had passed since our sexual escapade, but I felt I should try to wake him.

  I carefully lifted his wrinkled cock from his leg, and wrapped my lips around it. As if I were trying to suck a kumquat through a soda straw, I began to suck his cock, pulling it taught as my cheeks caved inward. After a half a dozen or so slobbery attempts at sucking it into preparedness, it began to grow in my mouth. Although he shifted on the bed a few times, surprisingly, he didn’t wake up. Now with my mouth completely full of his cock, my pussy was in a fiery frenzy. I pulled my mouth from the tip, glanced at him, and shifted my gaze at his cock. As much as I wanted to mount him and have him wake to my tight pussy milking his stiff rod, I knew better. I gripped it in my hand and began jacking it slowly and steadily.

  I had always loved watching a guy jack off, and typically got equal pleasure jacking a guy off as well. Something about jacking a guy’s cock, and knowing in the end it was going to be over, left me with little desire to stroke a man to climax. Watching my delicate hand work up and down Cade’s stiff shaft was satisfying for other reasons, and my tiny fist made his cock seem twice as big as it was.

  “Ohhh,” he groaned as he shifted his weight on the bed.

  I continued to stroke it furiously.

  “What…” he breathed as he attempted to sit up.

  I stopped stroking it and leaned forward, taking the full length slowly into my mouth. As he was buried deep in my throat, I extended my tongue and attempted to lick his balls. Now holding my position, I began to lick more rapidly, slobbering all over his tight scrotum. The all-time high of the tingling in my pussy was a reminder of my need for some dick.

  As he sat up in bed, I pulled my mouth from his cock and grinned. He sat and stared, his face covered with a huge grin.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Sorry, I was bored.”

  “I’m going to turn around, and point my ass toward you. Shove that big fucker inside of me and grab my hips, like when that slut with the white heels was getting fucked in the video, remember?” I said as I shuffled myself around in a half circle.

  “Uh huh,” he responded.

  “Remember, don’t be nervous. Just do it like they did in the video. Just like that, okay?”

  “Uh huh,” he said.

  I peered over my shoulder. Cock in hand, Cade worked his way closer and closer to me. I glanced down at the comforter and closed my eyes, wanting to be surprised by the penetration. As I felt him slowly slide the tip past my soaking wet lips, I bit my lower lip. As he buried himself inside me, he gripped my hips in his hands and began steadily working himself in and out.

  Be it the level of love I felt for Cade, or the fact I simply wanted him more than anything to love me at the same level I loved him - and had no way of knowing how he truly felt – something caused me to have an odd orgasm about four or five strokes into our sex. As Cade moaned, I opened my eyes and stared down into the comforter, surprised. Again, the feeling came sharply and without much warning.

  Little, short in length, but intense orgasms felt from near my clit. Not deep within me, but from outside. Unfamiliar with the feeling, and never climaxing immediately, I continued to stare blankly, surprised by it all. As the sound of Cade’s hips against my ass echoed throughout the concrete room, I inhaled and became immersed in the feeling.

  “Slap my ass,” I breathed.

  Cade’s hand almost immediately slapped my ass with the force most men would shoo a fly from a picnic table.

  “Slap it!” I bellowed.

  His hand came against my ass, stinging it no differently than if I’d been hit with a paddle. As my back arched, I inhaled a sharp breath in sheer shock, and my pussy clenched in utter satisfaction.

  “Again,” I squealed.

  As he continued to fuck my tight pussy, the sound of his flesh slapping mine turned me on more and more with each stroke. After a few strokes, his hand came down against my ass.

  Smack!

  The sound of his moaning, my heavy breathing, and our skin slapping together filled the empty room.

  Music to my ears.

  I needed to see his face. I needed to see him enjoy fucking me.

  “Turn me…over. Fuck me on…my…back,” I said between breaths.

  As if he’d done it a dozen times, he twisted my body, and flipped me onto my back. As I hoisted my legs into the air and thrust my hips toward the sky, he climbed on and began to pummel my swollen mound as if he owned it. His hair was wet from sweat, and in his face, half obstructing his eyes. He looked like a man possessed, totally different than I’d ever seen him. I liked both looks, but for now, this one was my favorite.

  “Oh God…yes,” I moaned.

  With the backs of my knees against his shoulders and his hands fumbling with my tits, he continued to work his hips like magic. Lost in the feeling of having the man I loved inside of me, and sharing myself with him in the most intimate way I knew possible, I watched his cock slide in and out of my wet pussy.

  After a short time of enjoying seeing his manhood pound me from an up close and personal perspective, I began to tingle from head to toe. No more little orgasmettes, this was the big one. As the tension built inside of me, I held my breath in anticipation and waited.

  I felt as if all of the blood in my body rushed between my legs. I opened my eyes momentarily, and was met by the sight of his thick swollen shaft working against my pussy like he was in a porn movie of his own, and this was the final scene. As I closed my eyes, I exploded into an orgasmic state that cleared my mind of all thoughts.

  Present, previous, and future.

  As he continued to pound away, I opened my eyes to a black and white room that smelled like sex.

  With my ears ringing no differently than if I’d been knocked out in a prize fight, I stared up at him mindlessly and tried my best to speak.

  Nothing.

  The inside of my body continued to convulse from the orgasm, leaving me half unaware of my surroundings and completely vulnerable to making stupid decisions. Carefully, as he continued to grin and pound himself into my soaking wet pussy, I opened my mouth again and attempted to make a reasonably intelligent statement.

  “Roll…me…”

  “Over…” I said.

  As he leaned back, I pulled my tired legs from his shoulders. As soon as they were draped at his side, he reached under my waist and flipped me onto my stomach. As I rested on my elbows and lifted myself to my knees, I breathed my next request onto the comforter.

  “Fuck me hard, Cade. Take your hand and shove my head into the bed. Hold it there, like you’re trying to smother me, okay?” I said over my shoulder.

  “You sure?” he said, apparently not nearly as out of breath as I was.

  I nodded my head. “Yes.”

  I no more than spoke, and he thrust himself into me. Shocked from the sudden penetration and feeling as if I had no warning, I gasped for a breath. As the air began to fill my lungs, his hand pressed against the back of my head and forced my face deep into to the comforter. As the feeling of my warm breath surrounded my face, he pounded his swollen cock balls-deep against my throbbing pussy.
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br />   “Rain…” he groaned.

  With my ass in the air, and my tits pressed into the bed, his balls swatted against my clit with each stroke. His fat cock inside of me, his hips pounding against my ass, and his balls slapping my clit were more than I was able to stand, considering my face was smashed into the bedspread as if I were being hate-fucked.

  I fucking love this.

  “Ohhh…” I heard him moan as he continued to pound his hips into my ass cheeks.

  I began to tingle all over. My pussy ached for an ending to it all. Cade had become my sexual superhero, and I was the recipient of his ability to save the world with his cock. I groaned into the comforter, my moist breath lingering against my face, until the groans turned to screams.

  I bellowed my pleasure into the comforter as I shook from head to toe in an earth shattering orgasm like nothing on or of this earth. As my pussy clenched against his steadily moving cock, I felt it begin to swell. I closed my eyes in anticipation and waited.

  “Rain…” he yelled as if unsure of what was happening.

  The feeling I had always longed for, having the man I loved cum deep inside of me, began with his scream of anticipated pleasure. As the screaming became the only sound in existence, he released my head. I moaned a low rumble of pleasure, which was immediately drowned by his shrill cry.

  As I felt the cum shoot from the tip of his swollen cock and begin to fill me, I exhaled a sigh of relief at the exact same time my pussy extracted one last orgasm from my exhausted soul.

  He collapsed against my back.

  I collapsed onto the comforter.

  “Rain,” he breathed heavily against the back of my neck.

  “Yes, dear?” I said without turning around.

  “I love you, too,” he said.

  After a long moment of searching my mind for answers, it dawned on me that he was responding to my expression of loving him earlier.

  My body immediately relaxed into the comforter. In lieu of speaking, I chose to wallow in the thought of Cade, and his love for me. As I filled with thoughts of his love for me, and mine for him, I realized he had just lost his virginity. Although I knew I wasn’t able to give him mine, in some respects I felt I had.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “Don’t thank me. Just love me in return,” he said.

  “I will,” I said. “I promise.”

  And, with those two words, I felt my fate was sealed. And I knew in my heart of hearts I’d never regret it.

  ETHAN

  Love isn’t blind, people are blind. Recognizing beauty is as simple as opening your eyes and realizing just what it is that stands before you. Although I must admit to having clouded vision in the past, I now was able to see everything distinctly and without effort on my part. Rain explained my vision had become unobstructed, and I believed her.

  With a level of clarity I had not previously known to exist, I stared out at the stars and waited.

  “There went one,” Rain whispered as she tapped me on the shoulder.

  I glanced in the direction she pointed, too late to catch a glimpse of the shooting star. I grinned, kissed her cheek, and tilted my head back, gazing straight up into the sky. After a few seconds, a meteor shower of about ten stars shot across my line of sight and disappeared into the otherwise dark sky.

  Wow.

  Just fucking wow.

  I gazed out into the sky, knowing I was one of the more intelligent men to ever grace the earth. In the past, my understanding of my intelligence was my main reason for questioning the existence of God. Standing beside Rain now, and staring into the sky above - only to be treated to something as wonderful as a three-hour long meteor shower, caused me to question my previous belief regarding the absence of a higher power.

  “Question,” I said as I continued to stare upward.

  “Answer,” Rain responded, her voice seeming distant.

  I laughed and glanced to my side. Rain had moved several feet away from me, closer to the edge of the roof. I shook my head as I attempted to arrange the words in my mind. As complex as it had always seemed to me in the past, the question came in the typical five words most everyone who asked the question before me chose to use.

  “Do you believe in God?” I asked.

  “Yep,” she snapped back.

  I turned my head from facing her and faced the sky once again. As soon as I did, several shooting stars shot past. I grinned, still feeling slightly filled with wonder.

  “I’m beginning to,” I said.

  “Good,” she breathed. “Let’s fuck.”

  “Excuse me?” I coughed, shocked by what she had said.

  “Well, Cade left an hour ago, the other people from the third floor are gone, and we’re out here on the roof all alone. It’s got to be what? Like three o’clock? And you’re wearing jeans and a wife beater. I warned you about that,” she said.

  I glanced down at my watch. After my eyes came into focus, I responded. “Pretty close. It’s 2:20.”

  Silently, she lifted her dress, pulled her panties down her legs, and eventually past her sandals. After twirling them on her finger for a moment, she flipped them my direction. I glanced down as they land a few feet from my boots.

  “I guess that settles it,” I sighed as I bent down and picked up her panties.

  “Don’t you like fucking me?” she asked.

  I pushed the panties into my back pocket and shook my head. “Nope.”

  Her eyes widened. “You don’t?”

  “Nope. I love it,” I responded as I began to walk her direction.

  The roof of the complex we lived in was not intended to be used as anything but a location for heating and air conditioning equipment. The flat roof, approximately 300 by 400 feet in size, had a three-foot-tall wall of sorts around the perimeter, constructed in an effort to thwart the potential consideration of jumping. Although we weren’t supposed to, occupants of the building often frequented the roof by climbing up the maintenance ladder. As I walked her direction, I doubted there would be anyone else interested in seeing the tail end of a meteor shower at 2:30 in the morning in the middle of the week.

  I draped my hands over her shoulders and leaned toward her. As my mouth came within a few inches of hers, she wrapped her arms around my waist and stood on her tip-toes. As our lips met, my heart began to beat more rapidly. Feeling like a prepubescent teen, I kissed Rain, grateful she caused me to feel the way she did. As the level of passion in our kiss increased, she pulled her lips from mine, and pointed her finger into the sky.

  “You missed it,” she said, still pointing upward.

  “You’re watching stars while we’re kissing?” I asked.

  “The shame…” she said as she raised her hand to her mouth.

  I placed my hands against her shoulders, pushed against one, pulled against the other, and turned her around. Now standing by the edge of the building and facing the street, I pushed my hand into her back, forcing her into the edge of the building. As her thighs came in contact with the perimeter wall, she bent at the waist and gazed down at the street.

  “Holy crap, we’re way the fuck up here,” she gasped.

  I nodded my head as I reached for my belt buckle, still pressing my right hand into the center of her back. As I fumbled to unbuckle it with my very incapable left hand, she turned and peered over her shoulder.

  “You’re going to fuck me right here? On the edge of the roof?” she asked.

  I grinned. “Sure am.”

  “That’s hot,” she breathed.

  I released her back and reached for my belt, frustrated I hadn’t got it unbuckled yet. The anticipation of our sex had me now standing with a full hard-on, jeans still fastened, and my belt buckled - even though I had two hands attempting to free myself from its restraint. As I finally got the belt unbuckled, I pulled against it, frustrated at the grief it caused. I dropped it at my side and quickly unbuttoned my jeans. As I pushed my jeans down my thighs, I gripped my cock in my hand and gave Rain her
warning.

  “You get twenty strokes, that’s it. Tell me when you want them, how deep you want them, and the level of force you want me to use,” I said as I lifted her dress and draped it over her back.

  Standing bare-assed with her pussy in the air, she glanced over her shoulder. Although it was otherwise pitch black outside, the streetlights provided enough luminescence for me to see her eyes roll.

  “Twenty? Seriously?” she said.

  “Yep.”

  “Well, I’ll tell you when, but I’ll go ahead and tell you right now, I want every one of them as deep as you can shove ‘em. And level of what?” she asked as she tossed her hair to the side of her face.

  “Uhhm. Level of force,” I said as I guided my cock toward her pussy.

  “You weirdo. Just fuck me,” she said as she turned around and grasped the upper portion of the perimeter wall in her hands.

  I stared down at her pussy, realized once again how short she was, and spread my legs wide. After the height of my cock was finally even with her pussy, I pressed the tip of my dick against her soaking wet pussy and released it from my grasp, holding it in position with as little force as necessary. After griping her waist in my hand, I shoved myself balls-deep into her without warning.

  She gasped out a heavy breath over the edge of the roof.

  “One,” I bellowed.