by J. D. Walker
Dragging him close, I sighed as I embraced Grant’s strong frame, hugging him to me as tightly as I could, and buried my face in his neck.
Grant rubbed his hands up and down my back, soothing me. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay. I’m here. It’ll be all right.”
“I’m sorry, Grant. So sorry for being an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot. You just had to figure out what you wanted. There’s no pressure, hon. We’ll take this one day at a time. It has to include fucking, though. I’ve dreamed of your cock in my ass for months now. No one else comes close.”
I chuckled. “God, you’re good for my ego.”
“Good to know. You gonna fuck me now, old man?”
“Oh, that right there could get you a spanking.” He shuddered a little in my arms. Oh, he likes that. We’ll have to explore that sometime.
I stepped back a little and took his face in my hands, tenderly. So precious and beautiful. I angled my head and met his lips with mine. It was a soft kiss, which quickly grew heated, frantic and messy with want.
Grant lifted a leg around my waist and grabbed hold of my shoulders as he kept sucking on my tongue and counting my teeth. I put my hands under his ass and squeezed him firmly, grinding against the growing hardness at his crotch. Fuck, but he felt good.
I leaned back a bit to say, “Put your other leg around my waist, honey.” He did so with a little hop, and I went back to kissing him as I walked us to the bed.
Once there, I threw him down, and when he bounced on the mattress, a little bit of the dust on his pants went flying. Shit, he was sexy laying there, sweaty T-shirt, disheveled hair, and mouth slightly swollen.
“Come on, baby, get naked. We’ll take it slow later, but I need to fuck you, right now.” I removed everything as quickly as he did, not caring where things fell. I jumped on the bed and rolled around naked with him, just for the joy of it. He laughed at my playfulness.
“I thought you were in a hurry,” he said.
“I am, but you bring out this side of me.” I tickled him a little and he fought me off, cackling helplessly.
“St-stop it!” he begged. I took pity on him and rolled his body underneath mine, glorying in the feel of his hairy chest and warm, musky skin from working out in the sun all morning.
“God, you smell good,” I said.
“Taste good, too, if you like sweaty ass. I seem to remember that eating me out was something you enjoyed.” Hell yeah, Grant’s ass was a tasty morsel. I gave him a quick kiss, then moved my mouth down his torso, stopping to lick and suck his nipples, making him writhe and plead. He was so responsive.
I tugged on the hairs on his chest and his cock bobbed. I’d have to remember that, too. I explored his belly button, then made my way to his cock, which was waving at me. I licked a thin line up the underside, then focused on that delectable hole. I truly loved eating a guy out.
I got Grant to bend his legs, so I could swirl my tongue around his entrance. His moans grew louder when I started tonguing him, repeatedly.
“Yeah, baby, fuck!” he said, once.
“That’s the way, come on!” was another exclamation.
I knew he was near to climaxing, so I gave him a final lick and pulled back.
“Don’t move,” I ordered. I searched my pants and found the condom and lube. I stood at the foot of the bed and watched his needy expression as I rolled the condom down my turgid cock and pumped it with slick.
“God, Trev, you look so hot like that,” Grant said, panting with desire, eyes heavy as he watched me prepare to fuck him good.
“You ready, baby?” I asked, kneeling on the bed.
“You know it.” A fine sheen of sweat covered his body. Grant spread his legs wider to accommodate me. Gorgeous. I applied some lube to his channel, just to make sure he was wet enough.
I angled my dick, grabbed his hips, and pushed in. It was a tight fit, just the way I liked it. We both moaned as I seated myself fully, my bush up against his hot ass. Fuck, it was bliss. Grant’s legs went around my neck, and we kissed again, hot and wet. I pumped into him, pounding him further into the mattress, his hands against the headboard to keep from slamming into it.
With every thrust, he urged me on with a squeeze of his sphincter, and when I found his sweet spot, Grant howled. When he finally came it was magical, his dick spurting on his chest after all the friction it received between our bodies. And I was close behind, cum filling the condom in abundance. I collapsed on top of him, squashing him into the bed, but Grant didn’t seem to mind.
After a few seconds, though, I found the strength to lift myself up and carefully pull my dick from his ass, holding onto the edge of the condom. I threw it on the floor, hoping I missed our clothing.
“Damn, I missed this,” Grant said, as I lay beside him, utterly spent.
“You can have more later,” I replied, trying to calm my breathing.
Turning to me, Grant said, “You actually fucked the same guy twice. Has that sunk in yet? Is this going to freak you out?”
“All I know is that I’m drawn to you, and I want to try something new. I may make mistakes, slip a little. Are you willing to work with me on that?”
“I’m willing to give it a try,” Grant replied, snuggling into my chest. The air in the room helped cool our bodies down. We’d have to shower soon so he could go back to work. But for now, everything was right in the world.
* * * *
When the alarm went off on Monday morning, I was still grumpy, but only because of the hour. I was quite content, actually.
I’d spent most of the weekend at Grant’s place, including a marathon fucking session on Sunday in between Bonanza and Beverly Hillbillies reruns. That Jethro was a hottie. I thought I could definitely get used to getting it regular from the same guy, especially one as creative in bed as Grant was. Though, the fact that he was a friend, first and foremost, saw my imperfections and still kept me around were a big help, too.
Mind you, I damn near came when I watched him perform autofellatio. I mean, I knew he was flexible, but goddamn.
I left Grant’s apartment at ten o’clock last night. Actually, he threw me out, saying he needed to get his beauty sleep for work the next day. I tried telling him he was beautiful enough already, but he didn’t buy it. He said I’d see him soon anyway, since he’d put in an order on Saturday for a delivery on Monday.
I made it to work early again. Adrian appeared the worse for wear when I walked into the trailer, but he managed a civil good morning. He didn’t even comment on my early arrival, or how chipper I was.
“Morning,” I said, getting the keys and paperwork. “You talk to Brandon?”
“More like he talked to me. A lot.” Adrian rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. His eyes were bloodshot.
“When did this happen?”
“Saturday morning, after I got some sleep. I texted him, said I wanted to talk. He told me he was staying at the Residential Inn about ten miles from the trailer park. I drove over there, and…we argued for hours, accusing each other of things. And then, he just stopped and stared at me with resignation.” Adrian swallowed then continued, “You know what he said to me?”
“What?”
“He said, ‘I love you, but you’re too much work. To be with you,’ he said, ‘it has to be about you, and I don’t know who I am anymore’. He told me he was lost, that he’d been doing things to please me for so long, that he didn’t remember who he was anymore. That’s why he cheated. He found a guy who didn’t judge him or expect him to be anything more than who he was. Who built him up, didn’t tear him down. And then he started to cry.”
Adrian leaned back in his chair. “I gotta tell you, man, I was speechless. I didn’t know, didn’t conceive I was doing that to him. How could I not know I was wearing him down like that? I thought we were fine, but I guess we weren’t.”
He cleared his throat. “Brandon is staying at the hotel for a while, and we’re kind of going back to basics. I
’m mad, and what he did was wrong, but…but I love him and I don’t want to lose him. I need to learn to be less of a bastard and more giving, I suppose. You were right, again.”
“I wasn’t trying to be right, Adrian, just helpful. I hope you both work it out. Just remember, no one’s perfect, not even you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go on, you’ll be late for your first delivery if you keep yappin’ at me.”
That’s as much of a “thank you” as I was gonna get. Good enough.
“Later, old man,” I said.
“Back at ‘cha, moron,” he replied.
* * * *
After I parked my rig at Harry and Sons, the first thing Grant did was pull me around the other side of the truck and lay a kiss on me that had me leaking in my underwear. Damn, that man’s mouth was masterful.
“Morning, lover,” he said as he gave me a final peck on the chin. I ran a finger down his cheek, glorying in his blush and puffy lips.
“Morning to you, too, baby,” I replied. Grant reached between our bodies to gently squeeze my hard-on, making me gasp a little. He winked at me, then went back around to get on the forklift. I took some deep breaths and talked my dick down, then removed the tarp on the flatbed so he could get his pallets.
Fifteen minutes later, he was done. This time, when we exchanged paperwork, I glanced around quickly and, seeing no one else, caught his wrist and kissed the tender flesh on the inside. It was a sensitive area for him, and he whimpered. I let go of his hand and got into the rig.
“I gave you my home address, right?” I asked when I rolled down the window to gaze at him. He was rubbing his fingertips over the spot I’d kissed.
“Yeah. I’ll be there around seven o’clock.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Same here.”
“See ya, babe,” I said, as I started the engine and pulled out of the lot. In my rearview mirror, I saw Grant watching me as I drove away. He blew me a kiss, then went back to the forklift.
Damn, tonight couldn’t get here fast enough. My life was changing for the better, and maybe getting older wasn’t so bad, after all.
THE END
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J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet, with the occasional novel or novella. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, language enthusiast (German and Spanish), and lover of all things knit and crochet.
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