Personal Best: Going for the Gold

by Sean Michael

  Stop? Hell, no, that was not the plan. He sucked all the harder on Mike's cock, pushed into the tight heat faster. There would be no stopping until Mike had come.

  Mike groaned, arched, spunk filling Jessy's mouth just like that, hot and strong. He swallowed around Mike's cock, even after his mouth was empty of everything except that long heat, making Mike shiver and shudder, ripple with aftershocks.

  "Uhn.” Mike groaned, slumping onto the bed.

  He slowly let go of Mike's cock and worked his way up the long body, leaving soft, sucking kisses as he went. When he was finally at Mike's mouth, he licked at the red lips and then slid his tongue in between them.

  "So good to me.” Mike purred, opening, hands sliding down his sides.

  "You're easy to be good to.” He smiled down at Mike, loving that he could give Mike all this for the first time.

  "Yeah? Cool.” Mike's kisses slid down his throat.

  "Yeah. Mmm ... feels good, Mike. Real good."

  Mike moaned, licking and lapping, tongue drawing lazy circles. He shivered, his own hands stroking Mike's skin, his cock rock hard. Mike was so giving, so willing to reciprocate, making him feel so good.

  "It's good, baby,” he murmured, encouraging the sweet licks.

  "You taste good. Hot.” He was petted and stroked, nuzzled and tasted, Mike curious and wanton.

  "Taste all you want. Feels fucking good.” He was pushing into Mike's touches, just flying on the sensations.

  Mike reached his nipple, lips fastening around, tugging, sucking.

  "Oh, baby, don't stop.” He pushed his body toward Mike, cock sliding along that fine belly.

  Mike hummed, sucking hard, hands sliding down to stroke his cock.

  "Yeah. Oh, yeah.” He pushed into Mike's hold, on fire.

  Sweet and steady, Mike just drove him higher and higher, the innocent, curious touches maddening.

  "Gonna make me come.” It wasn't really a warning or a plea, just him letting Mike know.

  "Oh, good. Can I taste?"

  "Oh, God.” Shit. He knew he was clean. “I'm clean, Mike. But taking a man's word for it in the middle of fucking isn't the best idea."

  Those brown eyes were so earnest. “You're not just a man, Jessy."

  Oh, fuck, if he didn't know how innocent the kid was he'd think it was a line. “Then, yeah, baby. You can taste. Please."

  "Mmm...” Mike's mouth dropped down, lips circling the head of his cock and sucking, tongue sliding around the tip.

  "Oh, fuck!” He managed to keep himself from bucking, from shoving deep, but fuck, it had been so long and Mike's mouth felt so damned good.

  He whimpered, hands dropping to slide through Mike's hair. Oh, Mike hummed, sucking and purring, wanting him, pulling at him. He shuddered, balls tightening up, cock going even harder as his body prepared to shoot. He didn't want to, not yet, but it was too damned good.

  "Mike ... gonna!” With a cry he came, body shaking.

  Mike licked and groaned, taking what he could and lapping the spillover away.

  "Baby, that was something special.” He stroked Mike's cheeks, smiling down into those sweet brown eyes.

  Mike hummed, nuzzling into his touch.

  "Come give me a kiss,” he murmured, wanting to taste himself on the kid's lips.

  Mike pushed up into his arms, those lips smiling as they pressed together. He groaned at the taste of his own come on Mike's lips, his hand sliding down to Mike's waist, tugging their hips together. Mike snuggled right in, cock half-hard again, heavy against him. He chuckled softly, hand slipping down to brush by it.

  "Oh...” Mike moaned, breath tickling his jaw.

  "Mmm ... gotta love that recovery time.” His fingers stroked again, teasing gently.

  A soft chuckle sounded, Mike's cheek heating. “You're inspiring."

  He grinned, biting back his chuckles. “And you're nineteen."

  "Yep.” And just a pup, all bright eyed and eager to please.

  He brought their mouths together again, fingertips sliding across the tip of Mike's cock, letting one linger and press into the slit. Mike peeped, hips pulling away then pressing close.

  "Oh, yeah, do that again.” Mike buried that hot face in his shoulder, hips jerking again.

  So fucking sweet, so hot. He wrapped his hand around the hot cock, sliding it up and down.

  "Make me want. Over and over."

  "That's a good thing.” Made him feel like a fucking stud.

  "Yeah? Yeah. Yeah.” Those dark eyes shone at him.

  "Yeah.” He leaned in, licking gently at Mike's lips, almost teasing as his hand did anything but tease.

  Mike was shaking, panting, not holding anything back. He rolled Mike beneath him, hand working hard.

  "Jess!” Mike nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes."

  "You like that, don't you? Like it when I hold you down."

  Those thin cheeks turned a deep red. “I..."

  "Yeah, you love it.” He grabbed one of Mike's hands in his, pulling it up over Mike's head. Mike tugged, arched, rubbing against him. Fuck, that was sexy, Mike's hand tugging to get away from him, that sweet body rubbing hard.

  "Jess...” Oh, yeah. Desperate. Needy.

  "Right here, baby. Right here.” He squeezed that sweet cock, thumb pressing into Mike's slit.

  "Gonna. Oh. Oh, Jess. Don't stop."

  "Not stopping.” He pushed Mike down with his body, working that long cock.

  Mike came with a sharp cry, wrists twisting in his hands, heat spraying between them.

  "Beautiful,” he murmured, licking at Mike's mouth, his lips sliding down along the arched neck. “Just beautiful."

  Mike moaned, relaxing beneath him, just purring. He let go of Mike's wrists, hands sliding down the long arms, face buried in the warm neck.

  He was starting to get used to this.

  * * * *

  Backstroke, butterfly, freestyle.

  His body knew what he was doing.

  His mind? Somewhere else.

  It flicked from biology class—still passing, just barely—to Jessy's hands holding his wrists, to the next meet, to the fact that he wanted mashed potatoes, to the fact that Thanksgiving was coming.

  Thanksgiving. He wondered if Jessy was going to Houston.

  If Jessy did? He'd order pizza and monster movies and a case of Dr. Pepper.

  Jessy's shadow fell over the pool.

  Maybe two cases. He stopped at the edge and smiled up. “Hey, Coach."

  "Hey, Mike. You're looking good this morning, how's it feel?"

  "The water? Wet.” He grinned, pushing off the wall and moving lazily.

  Jessy laughed and shook his head. “I meant your body and the swimming, smartass."

  He grinned. “The swimming is good. The body?” He dove deep, staying down until his lungs screamed and popped back up, gasping. “All good."

  Jessy checked his watch. “Eh. Not bad.” He got a wink.

  "Bitch.” He was way better than not bad.

  Jessy chuckled. “You about done?"

  He nodded, grinned. “Yep. All lapped."

  That earned him a slow, amazing smile. “Great. Wanna come upstairs?"

  "Oh, yeah.” He swam over to the coping, holding that hot gaze. “Please."

  "I thought we'd try something new."

  He let Jessy help him out. “New?"

  "Well you liked when I held you down well enough. I thought maybe we'd make it more. I've got some leather cuffs...” Jessy said it casually, almost like he was saying “nice weather we're having, isn't it?"

  "Leather?” He blinked, stomach going tight, cock jumping. “Really?"

  "Yeah.” Jessy's blue eyes had gone hot and he was given a long, slow once-over. “Really."

  "Oh.” He shivered, cock filling his trunks.

  "You like the sound of that. I like it, too. Especially when just talking about it makes you hot."

  Mike pinked, ducked his head. “I ... Yeah."

  Jessy chuckled, th
e sound husky. “Come on, baby. Let's go tie you up."

  "I ... Okay.” He slid his hand into Jessy's, not really nervous, just ... holding on.

  Jessy tugged him up against that rangy body, bringing their mouths together in a kiss that started slow and grew hot.

  Oh. Okay. Yum. He just melted, moaning happily.

  Jessy eventually let him go and tugged him inside and up the stairs. “The bed in the spare room has the right kind of headboard for cuffs."

  "Perv.” He chuckled, following right behind, nerves just firing madly.

  Jessy stopped suddenly, hand on his cheek, looking right into his eyes. “If you don't want to do this, for any reason, you just say so, okay?"

  He nodded, smiled. Like Jessy'd hurt him. Ever. “Okay."

  Jessy grinned suddenly. “Okay. Of course that means you're a perv, too."

  "Only a Junior-level perv..."

  "Oh, not for long, baby. You're a natural.” Jessy's hand slid along his body to tweak a nipple.

  He gasped, pulled away. “No touching."

  "No touching? That's going to make making love to you very difficult.” Jessy's eyes were twinkling.

  He chuckled, hid his nipples with his fingers. “I meant these."

  Jessy grinned and laughed. “Oh, let's get upstairs; I can't wait until you can't do that anymore."

  Mike grabbed Jessy's hand, both of them hard and eager, laughing together.

  Jessy led him into the spare room and nodded at the dresser table where two leather cuffs with attachments for the headboard were sitting.

  "Wow. They're big.” Mike walked over, held them up. “They'd be hard to break."

  "That's kind of the idea, Mike.” Jessy stood behind him, head on his shoulder, fingers tracing the edges of the cuffs. “They'll bite a bit if you really tug on them."

  "You'd let me out if I really wanted out.” It wasn't a question at all.

  And Jessy didn't hesitate to answer it anyway. “Absolutely."

  "Yeah.” He handed Jessy the cuffs, watched how they were fastened to the headboard.

  Jessy kissed him gently, tongue sliding through his mouth. “Go on, baby. Lie on your back and I'll get them on you."

  "Okay.” He shivered, slipped off his trunks and laid back. “It's okay to be nervous?"

  Jessy nodded. “Sure. Long as you talk to me. What's got you nervous?"

  "I ... Well, it could be less good than my fantasies, yeah? Which screws up the jackoffability of them. I could love it and you think I'm a perv..."

  "I thought we'd already agreed you were a perv.” Jessy grinned down at him, hands sliding along his arms, massaging them all the way to his wrists, not making any attempts to put him into the cuffs yet. “You've been jacking off to fantasies of me tying you up?"

  "Maybe. Sometimes. Yeah.” He blushed dark. He had lots of fantasies.

  Jessy made a noise that was part moan, part purr. “Since I held you down the other night or before?"

  "Before.” God, how embarrassing.

  Jessy moaned again, hand sliding to cuff one of his wrists. “Tell me about one.” His other hand was taken, stretched up to the second cuff.

  "Jessy ... They're fantasies."

  "And they sound fucking hot. Not to mention maybe I can make some of ‘em come true.” Those blue eyes just stared down into his own.

  "I ... I think about you sometimes, holding me down, touching me, knowing I have to just feel...” God, he felt exposed.

  "Oh, yeah. That's what it's all about, baby.” Jessy bent and kissed him, mouth hot and hard.

  He groaned, arching up into Jessy's heat. “Yeah..."

  Jessy's hands slid from his wrists down his arms, moving inward to tease his nipples. “You're at my mercy now, baby."

  He grinned, trying to pull his arms down to protect the sensitive bits of flesh. Jessy grinned evilly at him and bent, lips closing over one nipple and tugging on it.

  "Oh.” He rocked up into the touch, moaning low, heels digging into the mattress.

  Jessy moaned around his nipple, hand sliding down to pull at his cock. Fuck, he was ready and so fast, too. Hungry and hard and close.

  Jessy moved to tease his other nipple, hand working his prick. He just went crazy, humping Jessy's hand, head rolling.

  "That's it, baby. Give it to me."

  "Jess. Jessy. Love.” He cried out, so turned on, spunk just pouring from him.

  Jessy moaned, mouth leaving his nipple in favor of cleaning his belly and cock clean. Mike moaned, eyes falling closed. Oh, yeah.

  "Sweet, baby. Good.” Jessy lingered at his navel, tongue sliding.

  "So good.” His belly went tight and his hips rolled.

  "You taste great.” Jessy worked his way back up, stopping at Mike's nipples before coming to his mouth.

  He opened wide, groaning into Jessy's lips, rocking up.

  "So sexy. You turn me on, Mike."

  "Yeah? I want to. I want to excite you."

  "Christ, Mike, you make me feel like a teenager again."

  "Then we're equal."

  Jessy nodded. “Here we are."

  He nodded. “Yeah. Here we're lovers."

  "Yeah, we are.” Jessy's voice was low, husky, the strong hands starting to move on him again.

  He hummed, stretching out under that touch.

  "I could do anything I want to you,” Jessy murmured, lips exploring him so gently. It was maddening, really.

  "What do you want to do?"

  "I want to get something to hold your cock tight. A cock ring. Leather and steel and plastic. I want to clamp your nipples and make you fly.” Each suggestion was accompanied by licks and nibbles to cock and nipples. “I want to put a plug in you and then make you go swim with it in.""

  His eyes went wide, body shuddering. “A ... a plug?"

  Jessy nodded, hand sliding down to push between his legs, teasing his hole. “It goes in your ass, keeps you open, filled."

  "Oh...” Mike's legs parted, hips pushing up.

  "You like the sound of that, don't you. Christ, you're hot for it. Makes me hot how much you want it. They come in all shapes and sizes, you know. Like dildos."

  "Really?” Mike gasped, wanting Jessy's fingers. “I ... I haven't. Oh, man."

  "I have one or two around here somewhere.” Jessy grinned suddenly, the smile greedy, aggressive. “But I want you. It'll have to wait.” That single finger continued to tease, only maddening him more.

  "Jessy. Jessy, I want.” His hips bucked and he stretched, trying to get more.

  Jessy chuckled, the sound a little evil. “I know you do, but that's up to me now, isn't it?"

  "So mean.” He stretched farther, chains rattling.

  "Mmm ... cruel to be kind.” Jessy nipped at his throat, licked and sucked his nipples.

  Heat washed over him, body rocking and pushing. “Damn."

  "Uh-huh.” Jessy's finger got a little more serious, tip pushing hard against his hole. “I want to fuck you, baby."

  "Oh, yes. Please.” He nodded, knees drawing up and out.

  "Wanton.” Jessy reached over to the side table, picking up a tube of Astroglide.

  "Yep.” Oh, he did feel good.

  Jessy laughed softly, the sound good, making him shiver. Then one hot finger returned, pushing inside him in a single, easy glide.

  "Mmm...” He whimpered, hips moving steadily, rocking on that finger.

  Then the stretch and burn were increasing, Jessy pushing another finger into him.

  "Mmm ... Yeah.” He was addicted to that stretch, to that sweet heat and pressure.

  Jessy smiled down at him, fingers working, hitting that spot inside him and stretching him wide.

  His eyes flew open, body going stiff. “Oh. Again. There."

  Jessy growled and pushed harder, nailing his gland. He whimpered, bucked up, a cry pushed from him. Oh. Oh, so much, so good.

  "Wait for me, kid. I want to feel you come around my cock."

  "Not a kid."

  Jes
sy chuckled. “That's right. Old man."

  He laughed, the sound a little breathless and hoarse. “Yeah."

  Jessy was serious all of a sudden. “Seeing as you've sucked me already, what about my not using a condom?"

  He met Jessy's eyes. “You wouldn't hurt me, Jessy. I trust you."

  "No, baby. I wouldn't hurt you for the world."

  Those fingers slid away, Jessy settling between his legs, cock so hot as it nudged against his hole. He smiled, just letting Jessy in deep, the smooth glide of skin amazing. Jessy groaned, eyes on his, hot and needy.

  He tried to reach for Jessy, the pull of the cuffs surprising him. Jessy grinned wildly at him, hand sliding across his belly and then up to tease his nipples.

  "Jessy.” He squeezed tight, gasped.

  Jessy groaned and started thrusting, pushing into him again and again.

  "Oh. Oh, good. So good.” He was soaring, eyes rolling.

  "Yeah. Hell, yeah.” Jessy moved faster, driving that thick heat into him.

  He needed to touch himself, make himself come, but he couldn't. Jessy just kept moving, cock so hot and hard, hitting his gland, making him fly higher and higher.

  "I. Oh. I need. Please. Jessy. Oh.” He couldn't think anymore.

  "Need this?” Jessy asked, voice rough, almost hoarse. Jessy's fingers tugged on his nipple.

  "Uhn ... More.” His whole body went tight as a board.

  Jessy's fingers tightened, pinching sharply before moving to the other nipple, which was pinched just as Jessy's cock pushed into his gland again.

  Yes.

  Things went a sparkly, silvery grey, his body bucking hard as he shot.

  Jessy's moan was loud, that cock driving hard into him, and then he was filled with heat.

  Mike just melted, slumped into the sheets, panting. Jessy's weight landed on him, hot breath on his neck. He couldn't move, couldn't even think.

  "Christ, baby, that was good.” Jessy's hand slid along his body, warm and soft.

  "Uh-huh.” He blinked up, nodded.

  Jessy licked at his skin, groaning softly. “Love the taste of you. All salty and sweet."

  "Mmm. I just love you, Jessy.” He cuddled in, then blinked, realizing what he'd said out loud.

  Jessy's head came up and those blue eyes looked down at him intently, a slow smile spreading across the tanned face. “Of course you may just think that because I'm the first man to give you a blow job."