by Zoey Marcel
“You should know. I’ve been nothing but open with you. I expect that same openness from you and I will get it.”
A strong jolt went to his groin. His cock was awake. He pulled his eyes away from Kale.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Brighton.”
He met the man’s hard stare. The order made his dick perk, but he wasn’t sure why he enjoyed being bossed around by Kale when he’d never liked listening to authority before him.
“I blame myself for what happened. I moved too fast. You were nervous and I should have ended things sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t slow down. I’ve never wanted a man so badly before.”
Brighton blinked at this. His heart beat a little faster, like it was smiling and crushing big time on the older man. “Really?”
Kale smiled and nodded, running his thumb along Brighton’s jawline. “You make me laugh and turn me on. That’s not an easy combination to pull off. I think of you as my pet.”
“Like a dog?”
His smile deepened. “No. Like a treasure. When you’re ready I would like to try again, but this time I will woo you instead of scaring you.”
Brighton relaxed. “I really like you, too. I wasn’t scared the other night. I was just nervous. I’ve never been with a man before and you have a ton of experience.”
Kale gave him a teasing smile, still caressing his jaw. “Are you calling me a slut?”
“What? God, no. I mean, you probably have enough experience with men to be considered one, but I’m by no means calling you one. Man, that came out wrong.”
The man smirked and let go of his chin to run his fingers through Brighton’s hair. “You’re adorable.”
Brighton breathed out on a sheepish grin. “I normally have way more finesse than this. I think I just panicked the other night because I wanted everything to be perfect. I’m on the same playing field with women, but you’re all powerful and alpha. I’m not used to that.”
“Get used to it,” Kale murmured against his forehead.
Brighton’s eyes closed and he basked in the balmy heat of the kiss on his skin. “I think your cock scared me, too. That thing’s a beast.”
Kale smirked as he pulled back slowly. “You were worried I would tear your ass in two?”
“A little bit.”
“I’ll go slowly with you and prepare you first.” He brushed Brighton’s bottom lip with his thumb and lowered his pitch to a whisper. “You don’t have to be afraid.”
Brighton melted. He wanted to hug the guy as much as he wanted to get plundered for real this time. “Could we maybe try again, like right now?”
Kale grinned. “You can come over and I’ll give you a relaxing massage while we talk. If it leads somewhere, that’s fine. If it doesn’t, that’s fine, too. We don’t have to rush anything. I won’t take you until you’re ready.”
“It feels like I’m ready.”
He chortled, glancing down at Brighton’s crotch. “So it would appear. Come with me.”
Brighton looked down at Kale’s extended hand and took it. He liked how open Kale was about his bisexuality. Brighton had never held hands with a dude before, least of all in public, but it didn’t feel weird or awkward. It felt nice, right.
He’d known for a while that he could go both ways, but it was thanks to his supportive dad that he was able to hold Kale’s hand in public without getting embarrassed or worrying what people thought. Maybe he’d taken the old guy for granted. Not everyone was so lucky. Some people had to hide who they really were.
* * * *
Kale watched Brighton’s face closely as they walked into his bedroom. He’d gone the extra mile this time to ensure that the boy’s first experience with another man was special and helped him relax.
Brighton stood there gaping when he saw the red rose petals on the bed and the vase of red roses on the nightstand nearby. Vanilla-scented candles burned, giving off a light, sweet essence that added to the ambiance and cast a dim, romantic glow in the room, accentuating the bed’s sensuality.
He was pretty proud of himself.
Brighton seemed mesmerized. “Whoa. You did all this for me?”
“Yes. I thought the right atmosphere might change your outlook and make you feel more like the valuable pet you are.”
Brighton’s features softened and his eyes glistened. Instantly he threw his arms around Kale’s middle, squeezing him tight. Kale hugged him back. He’d done well this time and he had to admit the room gave off a vibe of romance.
“Thank you,” Brighton whispered.
Kale kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back. “You deserve it.”
“Man,” Brighton breathed, stepping back to take it all in again. “I don’t even go to this much trouble with women.”
“Shame on you,” Kale teased.
Brighton smirked. “I know, right? I’ve got to do this for Danielle sometime.”
Kale tugged Brighton to him and kissed him. It was a slow, sensual kiss that eventually led to them shedding their clothes down to their underwear.
“Lie down,” Kale whispered against his lips.
Brighton lay down on the bed on his belly, seeming less nervous than he had the other night. His lighter skin glowed with sheer beauty in the flickering candlelight. He was lean, almost skinny, with muscles, but not underweight at all.
Kale oiled up his hands and massaged the soothing slickness into Brighton’s back and shoulders. The rubbing seemed to relax him, although tiny tremors of excitement were evident whenever Kale’s hands dipped down to his lower back.
“Is your family supportive?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Brighton said against the pillow. “My dad is great.”
“And your mother?”
“She died a long time ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. My dad’s actually got a British accent. He’s from over there originally.”
“Is he?”
“Yeah.”
“Why did he move here?” Kale eased Brighton’s briefs down, smiling that they got caught on the young man’s hard-on. “Raise your hips.”
Brighton lifted his hips, reaching under himself to curb his rampant flesh.
Kale took his underwear off and then removed his own boxer-briefs. “You were saying?”
It took Brighton a moment to remember. “Oh yeah. He actually came over here because he knocked a woman up when she was vacationing over in the UK. He moved over here to be with her and help her take care of the little guy. Nine months later my bastard brother David was born. I’m the real deal, though.”
“You are,” Kale agreed with a smile as he uncapped a different bottle.
Brighton gasped softly when Kale drizzled lube into his ass crack.
“It smells like strawberries now,” he said shyly.
“That’s the lubricant.” Kale squirted some onto his finger and then reached around Brighton’s head. “Taste it.”
Brighton sucked Kale’s finger, making his cock jerk and his abs tighten suddenly. It felt so good to have his mouth sink down on his finger. He couldn’t wait to be inside him.
“Mmm,” Brighton moaned. “Tasty.”
My thoughts exactly.
Kale leered at the tight little butt in front of him while he worked the fruity lubricant into Brighton’s anus. The little man was tight, but he was loosening gradually.
“Dude, are those satin sheets under here?”
“They are. Get up for a minute.”
Both men stood so Kale could draw back the covers, exposing the creamy satin beneath.
“Lie down,” Kale murmured into Brighton’s ear.
The smaller man shivered and got into bed again. He flattened out on the cool, smooth sheets, grinding a bit on them.
“God, it feels so good on my cock.”
“It does. Your body feels good against mine.”
A sharp gasp tore from Brighton when Kale straddled his legs and tucked his smoldering flesh into Brighton’s
thighs, searing him.
“I bought you a dildo.”
“You did? Thanks, man.”
“You like blue?” Kale held up the light blue anal dildo for him.
“I love it.”
After a bit more stretching with his fingers, Kale took to priming him even more with steady, controlled fucks of the toy up his ass. Brighton winced at the discomfort, but there were moments where he moaned softly with pleasure as the pain lessened.
“Please tell me you went swimming before this and shrank,” Brighton quipped.
Kale laughed. “Sorry to disappoint you, pup. I’m as big as I ever was.”
He pulled the dildo out after a while and stuck it in front of Brighton.
“A sucker for you.”
Brighton snickered. “Thanks, man.”
He took the toy and began licking the strawberry flavor off it. The sight was hot as fuck. Pre-cum seeped from Kale’s dick. He desperately wanted to be inside Brighton, but he was determined to ready him completely.
Starting at his lumbar, Kale dragged his tongue up Brighton’s spine slowly. A harsh gasp rushed from him. His fierce shivers were tantalizing. Kale trailed his horny tongue back down Brighton’s spine and this time dipped into his ass crack. The fruity sweetness of strawberry lube exploded on his tongue.
Brighton cried out savagely. He pawed at the sheets like an animal in heat. His panting merged with pitiful whimpers when Kale split his ass cheeks and laved his crinkled hole.
“Oh fuck,” Brighton breathed in between pants.
Kale speared his tongue into him. Brighton wailed in pleasure and began pushing against Kale to get his tongue deeper and to grind his bulging cock against the satin sheets. Kale growled at the raw connection they had and tongue-fucked him. The shove into his anal ring was so fucking tight, so hot and good.
Brighton writhed against his face and the sheets like he was possessed. Kale knew he had him hot and bothered, and as much as he wanted to hear his cries of passion while coming all over the sea of satin beneath him, Kale’s dominance kicked in.
He pulled his tongue out of Brighton’s asshole, smiling at the way the boy whined.
“Stop grinding.”
Brighton stopped, albeit reluctantly from the looks of it.
“Good boy.” Kale rewarded him with a brief peck on the rear.
Brighton’s small shudder of delight thrilled him.
“You don’t come until I do.”
The little guy moaned, eyes closing. He clearly loved being bossed around in bed. They were a perfect match.
“Roll over,” Kale whispered into his ear.
An almost violent shiver seized Brighton. He quickly obeyed. Some of the shyness from before slipped back into him, but most of it was replaced with lust. Kale splayed Brighton’s thighs and guided them up to his chest.
Brighton watched him sheath up his dick. “Arming the warrior, huh?”
He cringed, making a face.
Kale grinned.
“God, why do I talk?” Brighton shook his head. “I’ll be quiet.”
“I don’t mind if you talk.” Kale got between his legs and wiggled his armed warrior according to Brighton, to the slicked-up entrance.
“At least I know you’re a nice guy. You must be or my mouth would have sent you running.” Brighton rolled his eyes.
Kale kissed his calf, drawing Brighton back into the moment and away from his cute, blundering mouth.
“Push out for me and relax.”
“Okay.”
Kale felt the hole give slightly. He pressed, making a bit of headway.
“Who does this tight, pretty asshole belong to?”
Brighton’s blush was adorable. “Well, you, for the moment.”
Kale stopped pushing and frowned. “Are you planning on giving it to someone else after this?”
“What? No, of course not. I just meant you have it right now.”
“And it will still be mine after this.” He pressed forward, making Brighton wince. “Don’t get any ideas.”
“I wasn’t gonna cheat or anything.” Brighton made a face. “I’ll only be with you while you want me.”
Kale quit moving. “I want you, Brighton. You’re not going anywhere. And I can promise you that no other man will ever have this ass or your cock.”
Brighton whimpered when Kale petted his hard penis.
It took a bit, but Kale finally got in more. He gave a small shove forward, feeling the tunnel of insane tightness give way to a deep chamber of heat.
Brighton hissed through the pain. He held onto the hand Kale gave him.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah, it feels better now. God, you’re huge. I feel so full.”
“There’s still more.”
“You horse!”
Kale chuckled. He eased his engorged flesh in deeper until his scrotum touched Brighton’s soft ass.
“That’s it.”
“Oh, thank God.” Brighton chortled through a strained grin.
Kale set Brighton’s legs down, feet flat on the bed. He kept his thrusts slow and cautious for a good while to get him used to it. Kale could tell by watching Brighton’s face muscles and body language that his discomfort eventually became pleasure. He picked up the pace, but he never went completely bonkers in there.
Kale leaned over Brighton and kissed him shallow and sweet before turning it into a deep, passionate kiss. They fucked slow and sensual on a bed of rose petals in a room full of vanilla-scented candles.
The sweet taste of strawberries lingered on his taste buds as did the hot, private indulgence of Brighton’s perfect mouth.
Kale had never been inside anyone so tight before, which was saying something since he’d taken a woman’s virginity once. He’d thought he’d known what the definition of a snug orifice was.
Brighton had broken the record. Kale had never been inside a virgin man before. His dick was squished in hot darkness, caressed by a nerve-filled tunnel that pleasured them both. Kale felt so hot inside and out. That look in Brighton’s blue eyes did something to him. He was special. This was different.
He’d never gone to so much trouble to make a romantic setting for a man before. Of course he’d never wanted a man so badly before as he did Brighton.
Kale played with Brighton’s swollen flesh some, but most of the attention went to fucking him up the ass and hitting his prostate. They came about the same time, which had been Kale’s intent, but that rarely happened. Timing was crucial.
He loved the way Brighton’s appealing features contorted with pleasure as he came. His impossibly tight passage caved in on Kale’s thrusting dick, making his eyes cross. The spastic suction quickly drew his orgasm. He threw caution to the wind and made his final plunges hard and deep.
Brighton wailed, spewing even more cum all over himself. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Kale screwed into him until the last of his release was drained from him. The tip of his organ swam in his semen and his entire shaft throbbed inside the rubber encasing it. He wondered if he would ever get a chance to come inside Brighton, skin on skin. He’d never had raw ass fucking with a man before.
Only once had he been inside a woman’s pussy without a condom. He and a girl in high school had lost their virginity to each other. He’d figured it would be okay because neither had ever slept with anyone and she was on birth control. Flesh touching flesh was a memory he craved, but he’d never once repeated sex without a condom.
Not since Heller had punched him and then cussed him out back then when Kale told him about the experience. He’d said that some people were only technical virgins and had engaged in plenty of oral and hand jobs that could still put a person at risk for things.
Then, too, there was always the chance that someone lied about their sexual history and wasn’t a virgin at all.
Kale had been young back then, but he knew his older brother was right. He’d been tested many times since then and never had a problem. He
’d heeded Heller’s advice ever since then.
Both had agreed that only in a long-term, committed relationship with tests and papers should condoms be done away with.
Kale hoped Brighton stayed with him. He liked the little guy. He wouldn’t penetrate him without protection unless papers were looked over and Brighton became his.
He didn’t pull out right away. Kale held the smaller man to himself. It felt like he was his. He was. Brighton was his.
“Say you’re mine,” he murmured into his ear.
Brighton shivered and held him back, feeling small, warm, and submissive beneath him. “I’m so yours. Thank you for making my first time really special.”
Kale kissed his neck and then nuzzled him. “It was my pleasure.”
The boy wasn’t going anywhere. It was obvious and he had no intention of ever letting Brighton go.
* * * *
“Who the devil made you drink out of a mug?”
Danielle looked up when she heard a distinguished British accent. It turned out to be her fiancés’ father, Alan McAlister. He was about six foot one and lean like his sons. Alan had a seasoned look of sophistication with his thick silver hair, his dark eyes, and deep, elegant voice.
She smiled at him. “I actually got the mug. I don’t mind.”
“No daughter-in-law of mine is drinking out of a mug. I have antique china you can use, my late wife’s. She would insist you drink from it.”
Danielle had only drunk out of a teacup once, during a mother/daughter brunch on Mother’s Day years ago. It had been so much fun and she’d felt like a high-society lady.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’d be afraid to touch your china.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. My sons have drunk from these and nothing terrible has come from it.”
“Even Brighton?”
“God, no.” Mr. McAlister rolled his eyes. “The mischievous little sod isn’t allowed near them. That’s why I bought the mugs in the first place.”
“He does like to wave his arms energetically.”
The idea of Brighton chattering up a storm and waving his arms excitedly while talking and worrying his poor father half to death tickled her funny bone. They were stark opposites. Alan was all prim and proper with a cultured manner of speech and all things ritzy.
