Hobbled

by John Inman

  Danny pulled his hand back and slid it up Luke’s chest as high as he could reach. Luke bent his head and took Danny’s index finger into his mouth. He sucked on it, getting it good and wet, then Danny moved his hand back between Luke’s legs and pressed the moist fingertip to Luke’s sphincter.

  Danny could feel Luke relaxing, and very gently, Danny slid his finger into Luke’s opening.

  Luke gasped and willed himself to relax even more. His legs were shaking as he clamped his thighs around Danny’s wrist, holding Danny’s hand right where he wanted it.

  Danny pushed a little harder, and his finger went deeper into that delicious, hot tightness. He could feel the muscles in Luke’s channel gripping him, then easing him loose, then once again drawing him deeper. All the while Luke continued to pump his cock in and out of Danny’s mouth. His cock felt like iron, it was so hard. Danny had his eyes closed, relishing the sensations. The cock in his mouth. Luke’s ass gripping his finger. The dripping of precome which Danny could taste now seeping from Luke’s dick. His own precome making Danny’s cock more responsive in his hand.

  Danny stroked his own cock a little faster while he savored every inch of Luke’s.

  Again Luke gripped the sides of Danny’s face, holding him still. He pulled his cock free and Danny pleaded softly, “No,” when he felt it go.

  “Wait,” Luke whispered, then he turned around and placed his ass in Danny’s face. He bent over with his hands on the windowsill, opening himself up to Danny completely.

  Eyes wide and eager, Danny moistened his finger again, this time with his own saliva, and slid it into that perfect opening. Luke said, “Oh,” and reached around and pulled Danny’s hand nearer. He spread his legs wider and Danny eased a second finger into Luke’s ass.

  “Oh, God,” Luke sighed. “Oh, God, Danny. Fuck me. Fuck me now. I can’t wait any longer.”

  Danny pressed his lips to Luke’s opening next to his two buried fingers, and when he pulled the fingers free he replaced them with his lips. His tongue slid into Luke’s ass, and Luke gasped like a fish out of water. “Oh, Lord, Danny. Stop playing around. Fuck me.”

  Danny rose to his feet behind Luke and slid an arm around Luke’s chest, holding him tight.

  With Luke still bent forward, resting his forearms on the windowsill, Danny spit on his own long cock and smeared his juices across the head. His knees were shaking when he pressed the head of his dick to Luke’s sphincter. It was his turn to gasp when Luke reached between his legs to cup Danny’s balls, and with his fingertips, he helped guide Danny’s cock to where he wanted it to go.

  For the very first time in his life, Danny felt the incredible heat and closeness of a man’s ass envelop his cock as he eased himself past the tight ring of muscle that protected Luke’s very core.

  “Don’t stop,” Luke hissed. “All the way. Put it all the way in.”

  Danny gripped his arm around Luke and held him hard against him as he pushed his hips forward. His long, fat cock slid all the way in. The heat of Luke’s ass enveloped him. They both had their eyes closed, savoring the sensations. The piercer and the pierced.

  “Oh, man, Luke. You are so beautiful.” Danny could barely speak now, he was trembling so hard. His breath was coming in desperate little puffs of air. His lips were pressed to the back of Luke’s neck and Luke still reached underneath himself to cup Danny’s balls with his free hand as he leaned against the windowsill, legs spread wide, eyes squeezed shut.

  “Let me get used to you,” Luke stammered. Oh, God, Danny’s cock felt heavenly inside him. Luke forced his sphincter to relax even more, and finally, when he thought he was ready, he said, “Okay, Danny. Fuck me. Fuck me, baby.”

  And Danny slowly drew his cock away from that ring of muscle until only the head remained inside. Then, holding Luke as tightly as he could against him, Danny slid his cock back in. The sensations were so intense Danny had to close his eyes. Luke’s fingertips cupping his balls, the muscles in Luke’s ass stroking his cock, holding it in, letting it go.

  Danny forced himself to open his eyes and look out the window over Luke’s shoulder, just so he wouldn’t come too fast. He didn’t want this to end. Ever.

  He thought of his dad, he thought of his car, he thought of those two damned kids crawling around in the wet grass by the back fence. He thought of everything he could think of, just so he wouldn’t think about how wonderful Luke’s ass felt sliding around his dick. Gripping it. Releasing it. Gripping it again.

  They were both trembling so uncontrollably now they could barely stand up. Danny was no longer trying to ease himself in and out of Luke. He was fucking him for all he was worth. He couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to. His hips, coated with sweat, slapped against Luke’s ass cheeks as he drove his cock repeatedly into that eager opening. Luke was crying out and pulling Danny closer, taking that long cock as deep inside himself as he could get it.

  Danny was biting at the back of Luke’s neck now. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he might even be tasting blood. Christ, had he bitten him? If he had, Luke didn’t seem to mind.

  “I’m gonna come,” Luke cried out.

  And Danny felt Luke’s ass clench onto his cock as the come erupted from Luke’s cock, splattering the wall, splattering the windowsill. Danny reached around and grabbed the spurting cock in his fist. Luke had come without touching himself at all, Danny realized. Just the sensation of his own cock sliding in and out of Luke’s velvet ass had been enough to make Luke erupt in orgasm. That was the sexiest thing Danny could ever imagine.

  Feeling the hot come on his fist as he reached around to pump Luke’s cock, still seeping all over his hand, Danny knew he couldn’t stop his own moment of ejaculation. He was about to explode, whether he wanted to or not.

  “Oh, Christ,” Luke stammered, “your cock is so big now. Come inside me, Danny. Come inside me.”

  Danny cried out. His whole body thrumming like a tuning fork, he rose up onto his tiptoes when the sperm tore from his cock, filling Luke’s insides. Danny continued to pump his cock into that gorgeous hot ass as his come kept surging out. Danny was sweating bullets, now, his wide-open mouth pressed hungrily to the back of Luke’s neck, his dick buried as deep as it would go inside that heavenly wet hole, and Danny just let himself come and come and come.

  When the spurting stopped, Danny still refused to pull away. He felt his cock, ever so slowly, begin to soften inside Luke’s ass.

  With a groan, Luke pushed himself away from the windowsill and stood upright. He reached around behind him and continued to hold Danny next to him. Continued to hold Danny inside him.

  He turned his head to find Danny’s lips. With Danny’s cock still softly buried deep inside his core, Luke kissed Danny’s lips as if he had never tasted him before. Both their hearts were pounding, an echoing thunder reverberating in the moonlight. Danny’s tongue shot into Luke’s mouth, and Luke smiled to feel his mouth and his ass both invaded with Danny’s presence. It was an incredible sensation. For Danny too. Danny’s senses were so overloaded, he didn’t know how to feel. He only knew he had loved every single nanosecond of what had just happened.

  Neither wanted the feelings to end, but gradually, Danny’s softening cock began to ease its way free.

  Luke shuddered when the head of Danny’s cock slipped through his anal ring completely, signaling an end to all they had just experienced. He felt empty. Deserted. Only Danny’s lips against his own made him still feel whole. Still feel loved.

  Slowly, they both opened their eyes to the moonlit night surrounding them. They found each other’s faces in the darkness. Again, their lips came together.

  Danny took Luke’s hand and tugged him toward the bed. “Let me hold you,” he said.

  And Luke followed him to Danny’s bed, where they collapsed in each other’s arms.

  With the afterglow of their lovemaking still blocking all other thoughts, except those of love and lingering hunger, they let their bodies and minds relax as they lay toget
her face to face. Groin to groin.

  “I’m never letting you go,” Danny whispered. “Never.”

  “Good,” Luke whispered back.

  It had been a long day. They were tired. Even the memory of the incredible closeness they had just experienced could not keep them awake long. With their lips still brushing together in one lingeringly gentle good-night kiss, they slowly let the day slip into memory. They fell asleep inhaling the scent of each other’s breath, all the troubles in the world, for a while, forgotten.

  Neither had seen the binoculars trained on them as they stood at the window making love. If they had, they might have been more careful in the hours to come.

  But as it was, they simply slept. And while they slept, their dreams were kind.

  Their awakening would be considerably less so.

  HOURS later, in the stillest part of the night, Luke eased himself from Danny’s arms and trudged toward the bathroom to pee. He softly cursed when he stumbled over Granger, who was lying by the bathroom door. Luke stood still for a second listening for the sounds of Danny waking up, but when he didn’t hear anything but Danny’s gentle breathing, he headed on into the bathroom and did his business.

  For some reason, Luke felt wide awake. He was hungry, but rather than go downstairs and forage around for something to eat, he decided he could live without food until morning. But food wasn’t the only thing he was hungry for. He was hungry for Danny too, but that could also wait until morning. Maybe.

  To take his mind off his cravings, Luke padded naked through the darkness to each of Danny’s three windows, one after the other, gazing out at the night. At San Diego. His new home. Granger trailed along beside him, periodically pressing his snout to Luke’s leg, begging to be petted, begging for attention. Luke willingly obeyed, reaching down to pat Granger’s neck or twiddle his ear. At every touch from his beloved human, Granger’s tail swept happily back and forth, stirring the shadows behind him.

  At the first window, Luke stared down at glimmering sparks of moonlight reflected off the water in the swimming pool. The outside lights were still off. The underwater lights too. The yard was pitch-black, the pool an empty black rectangle. No moving shadows passed across it. Just those tiny patches of reflected light, like shards of glass, glittering on the surface of the water. The neighborhood beyond Danny’s yard looked peaceful and still. There was no traffic on the street. Luke thought he must be the only person awake for blocks around.

  He could not have been more wrong.

  At the second window, Luke looked out at the opposite view of the city. Rooftops, chimneys, palm trees outlined against the star-spattered sky. A tiny red light blinked atop a tall antenna miles away, barely discernible in the nighttime haze. Closer in, there were porch lights burning here and there. Luke smelled wood smoke. Could someone really have set a fire in their fireplace in this god-awful summer heat? Maybe for romantic purposes? Luke smiled at the thought. He turned and looked at Danny, still splayed out sound asleep on the bed behind him. His bare skin shone like ivory in the moonlight coming through the window. Luke closed his eyes for the briefest of moments and remembered the taste of that skin against his tongue. His dick shifted at the memory. He stared at Danny for the longest time, then forced himself to turn away and let Danny sleep.

  Reluctant now, since he had other things on his mind, sex being the most pressing, Luke moved to the third and last window in Danny’s bedroom. Holding the curtain aside with his hand, he looked out at the house he and his dad now called home. The house was shadowy and angular and looked kind of creepy sitting there all hunched over in the darkness without a light burning anywhere. Luke supposed he should have left a porch light on at least, but it was too late to worry about that now. He could see his own bedroom window across the way. The curtains were open and he could just make out the corner of his bed, the white bedspread catching the moonlight coming through the window.

  As he stared at it, a shadow passed in front of his bed. Just—the smallest of shadows. Had a bird flown between the window and the moon? An owl, maybe?

  Since Danny’s window was wide open, Luke leaned out on the sill, wishing he had a pair of binoculars. Then he remembered Danny spying on him from this very window just days before. And Danny had been watching Luke through a pair of binoculars.

  Luke turned from the window and squinted around the room, trying to find the binoculars Danny had used. He looked down at his feet, and damned if they weren’t there. On the floor. Right beneath the window.

  Luke scooped them up, stuck his head outside as he leaned across the sill, and adjusted the lenses until his bedroom window came into focus.

  The shadow inside his room was still moving. And it was a human shadow! Luke could see it standing farther from the window now. Farther from the bed. It looked like whoever it was, was going through his dresser drawers.

  Holy shit! It was a burglar! He must have left a door unlocked!

  He had to call 911! Luke grabbed for his phone, which was conveniently right in front of him, perched on the windowsill like a potted plant. Then he remembered the severed finger. Luke had promised Danny he wouldn’t call the cops about that, so he supposed he damn well shouldn’t call the cops about this. Granted, the burglar was in the house next door to Danny’s, but the cops would ask questions: “Where were you at the time of the break-in? Why weren’t you home at this late hour? How did you see the intruder in your bedroom when you say you weren’t even in the house?”

  All those questions would lead the cops right to Danny. And once they got to Danny, they would realize Danny’s father was nowhere around. And that would spell trouble. Trouble even for Luke, since he would be the one who got his lover’s dad in dutch with the cops. The last thing he wanted to do was piss off Danny. Jesus! He wanted to marry Danny, not piss him off.

  So what was he supposed to do? Just let the burglar burgle around and take whatever the hell he wanted. Uh-uh. That wasn’t about to happen.

  Luke shuffled around the room in the dark, grabbing his shorts off the floor. He snagged a baseball bat standing in the corner which, unbeknownst to him, was left over from Danny’s thirteenth summer visiting his dad. That was the summer Danny had taken a shot at joining Little League. He was so skinny and gangly that summer, he was next to worthless on the ball field. The only thing Danny could really accomplish with any sense of continuity was falling down. He fell down a lot. So he gave up on baseball after two games. But he kept the bat. It had been standing untouched in the corner of his bedroom ever since. Until tonight, when Luke grabbed it like a knight grabbing his trusty mace.

  Luke stood there in the darkness for a few seconds, hefting the bat, gauging its weight. It felt good and solid in his hands. Should dent a burglar’s skull quite handily, thank you very much. If Luke didn’t chicken out. Or if the fucker didn’t have a gun.

  That thought stopped him. But not for long. He had to do something. He had money in one of those dresser drawers.

  Bat in hand, Luke turned to wake Danny and tell him where he was going. He quickly realized that was a really bad idea. Danny would insist on going with him. And that would set off his ankle monitor. Or he would insist that, rather than put himself in harm’s way, Luke should call the cops and forget about what Danny’s dad had said about not getting the police over here. That would get his dad in trouble.

  Luke stood there beside the bed looking down at Danny’s gorgeous naked body laid out beneath him. The guy was still softly snoring. Apparently, he could sleep through anything.

  Luke chewed his lip, deciding what to do.

  When, behind him, Granger put his front paws on the open windowsill and softly growled at the intruder across the way, Luke knew he had to act. And he had to act alone.

  He kissed his fingertip and gently pressed the kiss to Danny’s forehead. Danny didn’t stir.

  “Come on, boy,” Luke whispered, clutching the bat, the very weight of it giving him courage.

  Granger perked up his ears a
nd followed Luke through the bedroom door.

  Shit just got real, Luke thought, as he stepped out into the moonlit night with Granger at his heels. Shit just got really, really real.

  He had no idea how real it was about to get.

  AS QUIETLY as he could, Luke stuck the key in the back door and eased his way across the threshold. He had the oddest impression he was the intruder in this strange, dark house. After all, he had only spent one or two nights here before he found Danny and started sleeping over there. This house was barely broken in. Luke didn’t feel like he was stepping into his own home at all. Actually, it felt like he had stumbled through a doorway into a place he had never been before in his life. But that wasn’t true. In the shadowy kitchen, barely lit by the distant light of the streetlamp half a block away, he could see the mess he had made there just that afternoon. Kitchen crap everywhere. Boxes scattered to hell and back. Kitchen chairs piled on the kitchen table just to get them out of the way while he unpacked box after box after box of junk he and his dad didn’t really need but had dragged halfway across the country with them anyway.

  The house was dead silent, but for his own heartbeat pounding inside his head. It was beating so hard, it sounded like the thumper they used in the movie Dune to attract the worms. Thump thump thump thump. Spooky. His own heartbeat was giving him the heebie-jeebies. What the hell was that about? And then there were Granger’s toenails clackety-clacking across the tile floor. That was spooky too.

  Hell, the whole fucking house was spooky.

  Luke stood stark still, head tipped to the side, and just listened, trying to catch a sound from the intruder upstairs. He must still be up there. Luke didn’t think the guy could have left without him knowing, although he supposed it was possible. Going barefoot, Luke’s footsteps were silent. And he didn’t think the burglar could hear his heartbeat. It wasn’t pounding that loud. He crossed the kitchen like a drifting shadow and stepped through the dining room door.