by Scotty Cade
“Dax, oh mannn!” Dax saw this affirmation as an invitation to continue. He probed more deeply, attempting to relax Jack’s muscle, parting his cheeks even further as he dove heart-first into the man he’d fallen so in love with. Dax suddenly felt a sense of urgency sweep over him. Hurry or you’re going to wake up and this will all be over.
He quickly took hold of his senses and realized that Jack wasn’t going anywhere. He had his entire life to get this right, and above all, he wanted Jack to enjoy this exploration into his new world. Jack started moving his hips, rubbing his dick against the linens. Dax reached under Jack’s torso and grabbed his dick and lightly stroked it. Jack lifted his hips up further to allow Dax ample space to move.
“Are you okay?” Dax asked.
“Oh yeah, but if you don’t stop rubbing my dick, I’m going to blow,” Jack whispered.
“Not yet, Captain. Your journey has just begun.”
Dax released Jack’s throbbing dick and slowly slipped his hand out as he reached for the lube on the bedside table. He squeezed a liberal amount onto his finger and spread it around Jack’s hole. Dax felt Jack tense up again and shiver a little.
“You okay, Captain?”
“Yeah,” Jack responded.
Dax moved his index finger around Jack’s opening a few times then slowly slid it inside, up to the first knuckle. He felt Jack’s entire body tense with anticipation.
“Hurt?” Dax asked.
“Not really, just feels very strange,” Jack replied.
Dax slowly began to move his finger in and out, massaging Jack’s insides. Jack seemed to relax, and the tension around Dax’s finger relaxed as well. He cautiously added his middle finger and allowed Jack to accept it, too, before he started moving again. This time Jack didn’t tense up, and seemed to welcome the invasion. Jack was so tight, and Dax almost shot his load for the second time, imagining how the warmth of Jack’s hole would feel surrounding his dick.
Dax slowly started to move in and out, twisting his fingers, searching for the one spot that he knew would make Jack see stars and make this all worth it. Jack started to relax into the pleasurable assault until Dax found what he was searching for. Suddenly Jack lifted completely off of the bed and pushed up onto his knees as he cried out, “Oh my God, I don’t know what you just did, but please do it again.”
Dax smiled and began to massage Jack’s prostate over and over, being rewarded with moans of ecstasy each time he applied any pressure.
Jack looked at Dax over his left shoulder. “If this is what it feels like to… well, you know.” He was too embarrassed say the words “get fucked.” “I want you now.”
Dax smiled at Jack’s shyness. “Roll over,” he whispered.
Jack did as he was told, and Dax lifted Jack’s legs over his shoulders, careful not to aggravate his wound. Opening the small foil package he’d retrieved from the bedside table, Dax slid the condom on, applied a little more lubricant to the condom, and aligned with Jack’s entrance.
Knowing how difficult it was for Jack to give up all control, Dax instructed him to place his hands on Dax’s thighs and use them to help guide him until he felt comfortable enough to relax. “That way I can feel if you want more or I should slow down,” Dax instructed.
Jack nodded, then inhaled and gasped as Dax slid the head of his erect dick slowly inside of his body. Jack felt the stretch and burn consume his body immediately, and stopped Dax from entering any further until he could adjust to the intrusion.
“Jesus, that hurts,” Jack admitted, breathing heavily.
“Only for a second, baby, I promise,” Dax said. “Just breathe. It’ll all be worth it.”
When Jack’s muscles began to relax around Dax, he took a deep breath, and Dax felt his hands urge him to enter a little further.
Dax did as directed and pushed until he felt Jack stop him again, allowing himself more time to adjust. However, with each push, Dax could feel Jack loosen up and start to accept him. The next time Jack nudged him forward, Dax sank into Jack’s body until he couldn’t go any further, and leaned in and passionately kissed his lover.
“Just be still for a moment,” Jack whispered.
Dax froze and kissed Jack again, exploring the inside of his mouth while his dick was lodged tightly into Jack’s ass.
Dax broke the kiss and stared deeply into Jack’s eyes. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he whispered “God, you’re beautiful. I love you, Jack.”
“I love you too, Dax. Now move.”
Without breaking eye contact with his lover, Dax watched Jack’s sweat-covered expression go from apprehension to amazement.
“Jesus, Dax, this feels so good.”
“I know, isn’t it incredible? And it only gets better with practice,” Dax chuckled.
Still staring into each other’s eyes, their bodies moved in a spectacular rhythm as Dax thrust in and out of his lover. He loved the way Jack’s muscles felt underneath him as they moved in unison. He explored every inch of Jack that he could reach until his hand landed on Jack’s rock-hard dick. He gently stroked in time with his thrusts.
“Oh my God, Dax, every nerve ending is on fire. So many sensations, I can’t hold back any longer.”
Dax saw Jack’s eyes close and felt his muscles tighten around him. His back arched, his head rolled, and he felt Jack’s entire body tense. With only a soft whimper, he came in Dax’s hand. The sight of Jack, so vulnerable, so trusting, pulled his own climax from deep within Dax’s soul, and he instantly filled the condom deep inside Jack’s body.
Jack opened his eyes and saw Dax staring down at him, sated and smiling. He reached up and threw his arms around Dax’s neck and pulled Dax on top of him. He felt Dax slip out of him, and he felt suddenly empty.
Dax fell alongside Jack and tried to catch his breath. When he was finally able to speak, he said, “When we’re out of here, I’m gonna miss this boat, and especially this cabin. This is where it all started,” he continued.
“I know how you feel,” Jack confessed, knowing that he would give up the Lindsey C a hundred times if it meant he got to be with Dax.
They fell asleep in that position, both men content and so in love.
Chapter 20
EARLY the next morning, Dona took a cab into town to rent a truck to get all the equipment back to Portland, while the guys stayed behind to pack everything up. When Dona retuned, they loaded the containers onto the truck, and when everything was packed up tight for the journey, Dona started saying her good-byes. “I’ll see you guys as soon as the new boat’s ready, if not before,” she said to Mac and Brad.
“I’ll see you guys in Key West in about two weeks,” she said as she hugged Dax and Jack good-bye. “Take care of my brother, Jack, or you’ll have me to answer to.”
“I got that covered,” Jack responded. “Call us along the way!” he yelled as she drove off.
Dax turned to Mac and Brad. “Can we convince you guys to meet up with us in Key West in a few weeks?” he asked.
“Who knows,” Brad said. “I would love some sandy beaches and hot sunsets.”
“Me too,” Mac added. “Maybe, so let’s keep in touch.”
They all walked to the plane together, said their good-byes, and Mac and Brad taxied out to the harbor. Dax and Jack stood in the sunshine and watched the floatplane disappear into the fluffy, white clouds.
They spent the next few days interviewing boat brokers and slowly packing up what little Jack would take with him to Key West. He and Dax had decided to call Portland home, so he’d sent most of his things on the truck with Dona. He’d figured that, since he’d called the Lindsey C home for so many years, he might actually like to have a real home, especially one with Dax in it. So the decision was an easy one.
When the cab pulled up at the dock to take them to the airport, Jack handed the boat keys to the broker, and he and Dax got into the cab and drove off into their new life together.
About the Author
SCOTTY CADE l
eft Corporate America and twenty-five years of marketing and public relations behind to buy an inn & restaurant on the island of Martha’s Vineyard with his partner of fourteen years.
He started writing stories as soon as he could read, but only recently for publication. When not at the inn, you can find him on the bow of his boat writing male/male romance novels with his Shetland sheepdog Mavis at his side. Being from the South and a lover of commitment and fidelity, most of his characters find their way to long, healthy relationships, however long it takes them to get there. He believes that in the end, the boy should always get the boy.
Scotty and his partner are avid boaters and live aboard their boat, spending the summers on Martha's Vineyard and winters in Charleston, SC, and Savannah, GA.
Visit Scotty at http://www.scottycade.com and Facebook. You can contact him at [email protected].
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