by Avery Ford
The kid sure knew how to excite him. Austin snuffed a moan against Hale’s lips, kissing him not just to silence him, but to silence himself as well. Hale gasped into his mouth and gave in to the kiss shamelessly. He wasn’t afraid to make his desires known, and it was turning Austin on like nothing else.
But I’m straight. Straight-ish. I… I shouldn’t be feeling this way.
His cock thought otherwise, and Austin was helpless but to listen to it. When the kiss ended, he let go of Hale’s boxer-briefs and tugged them down so they were around his knees, like his pants. Then, with little ceremony, he spun Hale around so Hale was facing the counter. He reached for the nearby bottle of oil, the spout already open.
Is it going to be good enough? Do I need something else? I have no fucking clue…
But it was too late for anything else now. Austin’s desire had reached a fevered pitch, and he wasn’t going to waste any time separating himself from Hale to look for something better. The oil poured from the spout, hitting the valley of Hale’s ass. It spilled around his skin, and Austin found his fingers following, slicking themselves in the oil until he reached Hale’s tight hole.
Fuck…
Austin had had anal sex before. Before Eleanor, there’d been a girlfriend who’d begged him for it, and it hadn’t taken much convincing before he’d indulged. Back then, it hadn’t appealed to him much—but now? As his fingers slid around the ring of Hale’s hole and Hale moaned for him, each tiny sound delectable, he wanted it. The circumstances behind their union clicked into place and left Austin in need of it.
He was going to fuck Hale silly, but before he did that, he wanted Hale to know what he’d signed up for. Austin didn’t pump and dump—it was never as simple as that. He was going to make Hale come until he couldn’t anymore, and by the end of the night, he’d make Hale regret his generous offer. Austin never played half-way—if they were going to do this, they were going to do it right.
Tonight, Hale was his. No one would take that from him.
“You feel how slick you are now?” Austin asked. He poured more oil, soaking his fingers. “You feel what I’m doing to you? You’re not going to be able to get out of this one. What you promised me, you’ll deliver on.”
Hale made a hitched noise of pleasure. It was the only response Austin got.
“I haven’t even filled you yet, and you already sound like you’ve come.” Austin grinned. He raked his teeth against the back of Hale’s neck, and Hale stifled a cry that would have pierced the thin apartment walls. “You’re going to have to be careful no one hears you, aren’t you? It’s a quiet apartment complex, Hale. If you make too much noise, everyone is going to hear how much you love my cock. You don’t want to embarrass yourself, do you?”
“No,” Hale whimpered. He pushed against Austin’s hand, but Austin didn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet.
“You’re going to have to hold yourself back while I work into you. You’re going to have to bite into your palm, aren’t you? You felt my cock. You know how deep it’s going to sink inside of you.”
Hale whimpered. He thrust back against Austin’s hand, likely trying to force Austin’s fingers inside of him, but Austin refused him. He circled Hale’s ring instead, making sure he was more than properly lubricated.
“I’m going to fuck you all the way down to the hilt,” Austin murmured. He couldn’t believe that he was saying it to a man, but Hale brought out the naughtiest in him. The words flowed, and he didn’t want them to stop. “After I’m done fucking you against the counter, I’m going to make you sit on my cock, and you’re going to bounce on me and force it into yourself. I want you to feel how deep it can go inside of you… and I want you to be the one putting it there.”
Hale’s whimper was more urgent this time. Before it was over, Austin sprang into action. He pushed his fingers into Hale’s tight body, spreading the lube inside of him. More oil poured down, and he forced it into Hale’s entrance.
“You’re so desperate for it that you’re riding my fingers like a slut,” Austin whispered. He pushed inward, trying to focus on making sure he got even coverage. His dick was a lot bigger than his fingers, and if Hale was dry somewhere, it was only going to lead to complications. “How many men have you slept with, wishing it were me?”
A full body tremor ran through Hale. He worked his hips, pushing himself on and off of Austin’s fingers. “Th-Three…”
“You’re filthy,” Austin praised. The admission bolstered his confidence. All these years, Hale had wanted him. It was a damned good feeling. “I bet they’re nowhere near as good as I am. When you feel what I have to offer, you’re never going to want another man again.”
“I—I don’t want anyone else,” Hale mumbled. “Austin, I… please, fuck me!”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Austin plunged his fingers deep into Hale, and Hale cried out in surprise before dampening the sound with his hand. Austin rocked his fingers in and out, spreading the oil already there and introducing new oil to make sure that Hale was ready for him. Hale whimpered and rocked his hips, meeting Austin’s thrusts by pushing back against him. He was already panting.
“These are just my fingers, and you already sound out of breath,” Austin remarked coyly. He thrust his fingers in again, sinking himself as far as he could go. Hale cried out and pushed against him, wanting more. “How are you going to hold on when it’s the real thing?”
“Please,” Hale panted. “Please, fuck me. Austin, I need you. I—I need to feel you. Please.”
Austin curled his fingers, testing to see if Hale was ready for him, and to his surprise, Hale shuddered and moaned. It looked like he’d found a spot that made Hale feel good, and he spent a little while stroking there just to see what Hale would do.
The shivering grew more intense. Hale’s tiny moans gained volume and urgency, and soon enough, he was fucking himself on Austin’s fingers while Austin curled them over and over. Then, his body clenched, and the next thing Austin knew, Hale was panting for breath.
He’d come.
“Look what you went and did,” Austin murmured, looking over Hale’s shoulder. He’d made a mess on the countertop. “You spilled your seed everywhere. Are you going to clean it up?”
“Yes,” Hale uttered, but he sounded too lost to lust to really commit to it.
“Maybe I should help you…”
Austin had never been with a man before, and he’d never imagined being with a man, but now that his mind was in alignment with his body, it knew what it wanted, and it pushed for it relentlessly. With his free hand, Austin reached around Hale and scooped up his cum with two fingers. He brought them to Hale’s mouth, tracing it across his lips until Hale opened his mouth for him and started to suck. Austin’s cock twitched, and he was overcome with the urge to fuck Hale there and then. He stopped stroking the part of Hale’s body that had made him come, withdrew his fingers, opened his fly, and covered his cock with oil. Then, before Hale had the chance to protest their separation, he fitted the head of his cock to Hale’s hole and pushed into him.
Hale cried out against his fingers even as he sucked and licked them clean, but Austin barely noticed. He was lost to the wonderful tightness of Hale’s body, and all other details felt too small and insignificant to dwell on for long. Hale squeezed him, and every now and then his body would loosen, then tighten again, sucking Austin deeper. Austin pushed all the way in, then used the hand that had been holding his cock to brace against Hale’s lower stomach, locking him into place and pushing him as firmly against his cock as he could go. Hale was beside himself with pleasure, a constant string of moans escaping his lips.
“I’m going to fuck you all night long,” Austin whispered against the back of his ear. He bucked into Hale to punctuate the statement. “I’m going to make you come until your balls have nothing left to give me, and then I’m going to keep fucking you just because I can.”
Hale whimpered. He pushed against Austin, trying
to fuck himself just like he had been on Austin’s fingers.
“And if this happens again?” Austin wiped up the last of the cum from the counter and brought it to Hale’s lips. He smeared it along the inside of Hale’s lip, then let Hale take his fingers into his mouth so he could suck them clean. “If you make a mess, you’re going to be the one responsible for cleaning it up. Next time, you’ll have to lick it up. I won’t spoon feed to you. Do you understand?”
Hale hummed against his fingers in agreement, and Austin’s cock twitched. Hale moaned and rocked against him in response.
“Now that you know what to expect, we can get started,” Austin whispered. He withdrew and thrust back into Hale, alarmed at how good it felt. “You asked for this, Hale. Remember that when you’re sweaty and exhausted, too weak to move. You gave yourself to me. It’s time I took what’s mine.”
Chapter Fifteen
Hale
Austin pushed into him, and Hale saw stars. He wasn’t a virgin, but it had been a while since he’d been with a partner, and he’d forgotten how incredible it felt to be filled. Or maybe, it was that Austin was different from anyone he’d ever been with—that the anticipation of his body for all these years had led to this moment and made it as incredible as it was. Hale wasn’t sure. What he did know was that now that Austin had started, he never wanted him to stop.
Hale sucked on Austin’s fingers, clearing the bitter taste of his own come from them. Tasting himself in such an intimate way made his heart race, and the idea that he’d be cleaning up any of his own messes made him want to tempt fate. He imagined holding out to come until he could flip himself around and shoot all over Austin’s body so that he could lick it off his skin—but right now, Austin was still dressed, and the only way that was happening was if Austin pulled out and they changed positions.
Hale didn’t think he could hold off from another orgasm for that long.
In one incredible moment, the wildest of his teenage dreams had come true, and trying not to come while his high school obsession was balls deep inside of him was a surefire recipe for failure.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Austin breathed against the back of Hale’s ear. He bucked into him, not being careful in the least. His aggressive, unintimidated movements turned Hale the hell on, and he didn’t think he’d be going soft, even though he’d already come. “Why do you feel so good?”
“Because I was made for your cock,” Hale replied. He hung his head and braced himself against the counter, trying to hold himself steady while Austin thrust into him. “I—fuck!—I knew it from the beginning. This could have been yours.”
“It couldn’t have been, jailbait,” Austin said with a throaty chuckle. He nipped the top of Hale’s ear. “Last time I saw you, was when you were just a kid. If I hadn’t have gone away, I would have always seen you like that—so it’s a good thing I left, or you’d never be hunched over my kitchen counter, taking it from me.”
Hale’s vision blurred, and his arms lost their strength. He dropped down to his elbows and hung his head, working his hips in a way that would bring them both pleasure. He was overdosing on it, but still, he wanted more. Even when his body ached and his balls were drained, he was sure he’d want Austin’s cock. He couldn’t help himself. He was insatiable, and was glad to see that it looked like Austin was the same way.
“I’m going to come,” Austin whispered against the back of his ear. Hale sucked in a breath and bucked back against him, eager for it. His cock had never softened, but now it was back to full mast and ready to come again. “Where do you want it?”
“I’m your cock sleeve,” Hale uttered, almost too excited to speak. His words were wispy and strained. “I don’t get a say. You put it wherever you want to put it.”
Austin grunted. The hand he’d placed low on Hale’s belly—the one that Hale felt like Austin was thrusting into with each buck of his hips—pushed him tighter to Austin’s body.
He’s going to come inside me. F-fuck, that’s hot. He’s so fucking hot…
Another throaty grunt turned into a growl. Austin bucked into him, and Hale felt the flood of his orgasm. Hale gasped and lurched forward as Austin pounded him into the counter, and as he did, he came. His seed spilled down the face of the cabinet beneath the counter, and all the while, Austin kept coming, and coming…
“Sh-Shit,” Austin said. He panted for breath. “I can’t stop. Every time I think I’m done, there’s more. You’re so fucking hot.”
“Me?” Hale asked sheepishly. “You’re the one breeding me right now like a total stud. Fuck, that’s hot. It’s so wrong, so wrong, but I don’t even care.”
“I’m clean,” Austin said.
Hale’s eyes narrowed. He looked over his shoulder. “I don’t know when the last time you showered was, but that’s not important. What’s important is that you’re negative. We don’t say clean. We never say clean. Okay?”
“We?”
“Anyone who’s not culturally ignorant,” Hale said. He let out his irritation with a sigh. The mood had momentarily been broken, but that was fine. Austin had come, and he figured that was it—he was going to get thrown out any minute. “It’s okay, though. Just try to be more sensitive next time, okay? And FYI, I’m negative, too… and that’s usually a conversation you have before unsafe sex.”
“I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”
“And I wasn’t about to stop you.” Hale managed a smile. “Do you want to hand me a paper towel and some disinfectant? I made a mess of your cabinet door.”
Austin paused, and Hale was just about to ask him what was wrong when he spoke again. “Did you forget about what I told you, Hale?”
A shiver ran down Hale’s spine. He hadn’t forgotten, but he’d been sure that Austin was moments away from kicking him out. “Are you serious?”
“I told you that tonight, I’m going to fuck you until you regret giving me your body.” The lust had started to return to Austin’s voice. He pulled out with a wet pop and smacked Hale’s ass. “Get on your knees and clean the mess you made, then get up and get your ass into the bedroom. I’m going to lie back and watch you do all the work—just like I said.”
Hale had already come twice, but hearing Austin made him set to go again. He turned around, looked Austin in the eyes, then sank down to his knees and started to clean the mess he’d made.
Sex with Austin was hotter than his teenage self ever could have dreamed, and that was saying something. He still wasn’t sure he was awake. Dreams like this always came to an end eventually.
But that night, Austin made good on his word, and the dream didn’t end until Hale passed out from exhaustion on Austin’s chest while riding him for the third time that night. It was a small reprieve before life got serious again, and the nightmare that was Michael’s situation came back to haunt them both.
Chapter Sixteen
Hale
Hale woke up to sun in his face. He grumbled in protest and rolled over, only to hit something solid. Groggy, he opened his eyes and discovered that Austin was asleep beside him, nude. The blankets were draped across his thighs, but he was otherwise uncovered. The lean, muscular chest that Hale had discovered the night before was on display, and Austin’s cock, complete with morning wood, was its biggest competition. Hale looked down Austin’s body, taking him in, then bit the inside of his lip and rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling.
Last night, they should have made a decision about Michael. Instead, they’d fought, and Austin had screwed him into submission all night long. Hale needed a shower, and the sheets either needed to be laundered twice over or burned, but they’d come no closer to finding Michael a way out of his predicament.
That needed to change.
Hale didn’t want to be rude, but he felt like he had little choice in the matter. He stroked Austin’s arm until he started to stir, then spoke. “Hey, good morning. I’m sorry to wake you, but we kind of need to have a talk.”
“Morning,” Austin mumbled.
He rolled over and sank his face into the pillow, the tight curves of his ass now on display. “‘M’not up for a fuck.”
“No, a talk, not a fuck. Although I’d be lying if I told you I hadn’t considered it.”
Austin made a noise into the pillow…he pulled away.
“Austin? What’s wrong?”
Austin groaned into his pillow. “In the heat of everything…I didn’t think about my scars...the ones on my side.”
Hale lightly brushed his hand against Austin’s back. “You don't ever need to hide your scars from me, they make you who you are.”
It sounded like he was falling back to sleep, so Hale resumed stroking his arm.
“You need to stay awake so that we can get business taken care of,” Hale said. “I know you’re exhausted after last night, and I am, too, but we’ve got to focus. We need to figure out what to do about Michael.”
“We already figured it out. You need to call the police.”
“No, you’re not starting with this again.” Hale sighed. “I’m not doing that, and you’re not going to strong-arm me into doing it, either. I told you why I can’t go to the police. We’re on our own right now. I’m either going to go in there alone, or I’m going to go in there with you. I need to know which way it’s going to be so I can prepare myself. I understand if you don’t want to go, but—”
“No. Stop.” Austin pushed himself into a sleeping position. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked at Hale, mildly annoyed. “You really know how to say good morning, huh? Wake a guy from a dead sleep with serious, potentially life-ending questions?”
“The longer Michael stays with those people, the worse off he’s going to be. It’s already been three weeks. I can’t even imagine how he must feel.”
“I understand. I really do. But—”
