by T A. McKay
“Is it my turn to make you come?” I tease him with my words as I wrap my arms around his waist, tickling his skin just above the top of his shorts with my fingers. His head drops back and he pushes his arse against me.
“Can I taste you? If you don’t want it just say no, but fuck, Zeke, I want you in my mouth.” His stuttered breath gives me confidence that he wants this and I move my hand under the elastic of his shorts.
“You can tell me to stop at any time and I will, but I need to do this. For my own sanity, I need to do this.” I barely recognise the husky voice that comes out of me as I finally wrap my hand around his dick.
“Holy fuck, Bryce.” His body jumps like I've given him an electric shock and I know how he feels. My hand feels like it’s on fire as I rub over his soft skin. He’s everything I imagined he would be: hard and smooth, hot and thick. I tighten my hand around him, loving the way he fills my hand with his size. It’s not enough, I want my mouth around him when he comes.
I carefully pull his shorts over his erection and let them to fall to his ankles. I step back, making sure that Zeke can stand on his own before I drop to my knees, and work myself between his body and the kitchen unit. I make sure I don’t touch him as I settle on my knees and just look up at him, waiting for him to give me the go ahead. His dick is mere inches from my mouth and I can’t help but lick my lips as it twitches. I can see Zeke’s hands clutching the edge of the sink, his knuckles white from the pressure of his grasp and his eyes are wide as he looks down at me. God, he looks fucking sexy when he's turned on. I look up at him, heat passing between us as we look into each other’s eyes. I can feel my body vibrate with need and I give in to the urge to taste him. I flick my tongue out, lightly caressing his head and we both moan when I make contact. He tilts his hips, giving the approval I have been so desperate for. I lick my lips before taking the end of his dick into my mouth. His taste explodes over my taste buds and I moan, pressing my tongue into his slit to try and get more.
“Oh fuck.” I hear the words from above me but I’m too focused on the feeling of him in my mouth. I want to take it slow for him and let him see how good it is when a man blows you. This is his first experience and I want the memory to last forever. I momentarily look up at him as I take him deep into the back of my throat, but I need to close my eyes. The look of sheer pleasure I saw on his face will have me coming in my own shorts if I’d carried on, and I've done that too many times already with this man. Instead I concentrate on taking him deep, sucking on all the areas that I like and hope he likes it too. When I run my tongue behind the head of his dick and gently tease it with little flicks, he pulls down on my chin and I open my mouth for him. He places his dick on my tongue and slides in deep as I try to relax my throat, letting him set the pace he wants.
I reach out and gently cup his balls, pulling on them slightly as he takes full control. His dick hits the back of my throat as he pumps into my mouth making me gag slightly, but I refuse to pull away. Wet hands wrap themselves into my hair and he tugs it as he holds on. I moan, loving the burning sensation that runs through my scalp and makes my skin tingle. It’s been so long since I gave head that I forgot how fucking good it feels doing it. My own dick is like rock and is so close to coming that it’s becoming painful. Zeke’s thrusts falter and he pulls my head back.
“I'm going to come if you don’t stop.” Why on earth would I stop? I want to taste him when he explodes on my tongue and to show him what I want, I put my hands on his arse and pull him back into my mouth. I hear a cry from him as I suck, my cheeks hollowing out with the pressure.
“Fuck, Bryce, baby. I'm gonna come.” I bob my head quicker, working up his length to encourage him to let go. The grip on my hair tightens and I'm sure I feel some being pulled out, but I don’t care as drops of pre-cum hit the back of my throat. Fuck he tastes so good and I want more. An almost animalistic cry sounds from above me as the first spurts of cum hit my throat. I suck him even harder, moaning as he thrusts his orgasm into my mouth.
When he's given me everything, I let his dick slip from between my lips and he drops to his knees in front of me. He grabs my face and pulls my lips to his, kissing me with such a passion. I know he has to taste himself on my tongue and it makes me even harder, which I didn’t think was possible at this point. His hands fight with the tie on the front of my shorts until he manages to tug them down enough to have has access to my dick. With an almost desperate feeling, he grabs me and immediately begins to run his fist along my length. My eyes roll into my head with pleasure and I grab his shoulders, needing the support to keep myself upright. Embarrassingly it only takes a couple of strokes before I’m coming in his hands for the second time. I lean my body against his, wrapping my arms around him partly because I physically cannot hold my own body up, and partly because I don’t want to give him the chance to run this time.
“Are you okay?” I'm impressed I managed to get any words out let alone ones that actually make sense. My brain is still a little fuzzy from my orgasm. He kisses my ear before responding.
“I have never been fucking better, babe.” I smile as he calls me babe again, loving the way it sounds coming from his lips.
Zeke
I'm struggling to function properly, I'm pretty sure I just shot my brain down Bryce’s throat. Shit, even the thought of it has my dick stirring again. Neither of us has moved, so I'm currently kneeling on the floor with my shorts around my ankles and Bryce’s cock and cum in my hand, and the thing is, I’ve never felt happier in my life. I hear Bryce’s voice, it’s slightly muffled by my neck but his words make me laugh.
“I think I need to go have a shower before your hand dries to my dick. Not that I'm complaining, I rather like your hand there but it might be a bit hard to fight like that.” Even though I know he's right we both stay as we are for a few more minutes. It’s Bryce that makes the first move and I pull back, looking at his face to make sure there’s no regret there. I know I don’t regret one second of what just happened, and that actually shocks me a little. I like getting head, I would actually say that it’s my favorite, I just didn’t realize how good it would be from a guy. Looking down and seeing my dick disappear into Bryce’s mouth was something above and beyond erotic. He knew exactly when to increase pressure, when to ease back, and then he just knelt there and let me fuck his mouth.
God, I need to stop thinking about it before I'm rock hard again. This guy is doing something to my body, I've never done so little with someone but gotten so much pleasure from it. It makes me wonder how far I'm willing to let this thing between us go. As I look into Bryce’s eyes I realize that I'm willing to give him, or at least try, anything he wants. I want to see where this goes, as long as he's the one showing me the way.
I lean forward and kiss him gently on the lips, loving the smile he gives me in return.
“Go and grab a shower. I’ll finish breakfast and have it waiting for you.” It takes me a few attempts to stand as the feeing slowly returns to my legs. When I'm finally up I reach out and take his hand to help him up as well.
“When you get out I think we need to talk and work out what the hell is happening here.” It might be a little early for this conversation but I think it’s important to get it over and done with. We work together so there is more at stake here than just our feelings, we need to make sure that this wouldn’t affect his job if this doesn’t work out between us. I need him to know that even if this stops today his job is safe, and that I will hold nothing against him. A look of worry passes over Bryce’s face and I can’t help but laugh.
“Don’t look so scared, it’s not that bad. Go grab a shower, babe.” I kiss him again before leaving him standing in the middle of the kitchen. Just as I reach the sink I hear him call my name, I turn to look at him and see that he's looking down at my hands and laughing.
“Do me a favor? Wash your hands before you cook.” He winks at me and leaves me looking at my still messy hands.
I'm sitting at the small t
able in my kitchen when Bryce walks out of my bedroom wearing the jeans he arrived in yesterday. He's rubbing his still damp hair with a towel and I can’t take my eyes off him, he’s fucking gorgeous. It’s still a bit of a shock that I'm finding a guy so attractive, but I can’t deny it any longer. I know he’s not the first guy I’ve looked at in this way but he's the first that I’ve admitted to myself. When my dad told me that my feelings were wrong, that I shouldn’t be thinking like I was, I became an expert in denying them. I can hear the distant voice of my dad in my head but I'm determined not to listen this time. I’ve listened to his advice all my life and it’s gotten me nowhere, maybe it’s time to let the real me out.
“Do you have a spare top I can borrow? My t-shirt is crushed to hell and it’s not smelling too great.” He stands in front of me but I just point to the seat across from me. He sits with a smirk on his face and his dimple shows on his right cheek. It’s not the first time I've seen it, but now I can freely admit how sexy it makes him.
“I like what you’re wearing. I’ll get you something after you eat, I like the scenery at the moment.” He laughs as he picks up his mug of coffee and takes a drink.
“Wow, you make good coffee. Maybe I should get you to make it for me more often.” He looks at me over the top of his mug as he takes another mouthful.
“Maybe you should.” I pick up the bowl of eggs and pile them onto his plate while thinking how to start this conversation.
“As much as I love eggs, I don’t think I will manage the whole bowl.” I look down and see that I’ve nearly filled his entire plate with scrambled eggs.
“Shit. Sorry, let me sort that.” Bryce reaches out and stops my hand before it grabs the eggs.
“Calm down. You’re the one who told me not to worry, so how about you take your own advice. Tell me what’s bothering you.” He lets go of me and I look at the table, unable to meet his eyes just yet.
“See that’s the thing, nothing’s bothering me.” I look up and see a confused look on Bryce’s face. Yeah, I would look like that too if I was him. I continue, trying to make some sort of sense. “This thing between us, it’s not bothering me. I think it should, and I thought it would, but it doesn’t. The way I'm feeling about you doesn’t feel wrong, it feels like I'm meant to be with you.” I hear a loud sigh from Bryce and see his shoulders visibly relax.
“Thank fuck you said that. I was beginning to think that I was the only one feeling … whatever this is.” I shake my head, my own relief working its way through my body as Bryce speaks.
“No, not just you. Man, this shouldn’t be so hard, but I swear I feel so out of my depth here, Bryce. I don’t do relationships, actually I don’t do anything more than a one night stand. With you though, I want to get to know and be with you. That’s a new thing for me, wanting something more.” He leans over and grabs my hand, entwining our fingers together.
“I know this is all new to you, especially with me being a guy, so I'm letting you decide what you want. I can be anything you want, the only thing I won’t budge on is being faithful. If you’re with me Zeke, then you’re with me. I don’t share, I never have and I won’t start that for anyone.” I squeeze his hand, trying to decide what exactly I want. I just need to be honest with him and hope he understands.
“I hear you. And I don’t know what I want exactly, but I do know that I want to see where this might go. I won’t be able to be with you openly in public until I'm sure, and that’s something you need to decide if you’re happy with. I'm not in a sport where I can come out until I'm sure that’s who I am, but yes, I want to find that out with you and only you. So if you are happy to be with me, behind closed doors, then I’ll try to give you everything.” I finish and look at him expectantly.
He seems to think about what I've said for a few minutes, and I start to worry that he’s going to leave. Maybe I shouldn’t have said I couldn’t be public with him, maybe it was too soon, but I can’t lie to him. I do want this with him but I'm not willing to chance ruining my career for something that might not go anywhere.
“Okay, I can accept that to begin with, but know that if we go somewhere I won’t be your secret.” That’s the best I can ask for, a little time to see if this is what I want.
“Thank you, babe. I think we need to keep this very separate from the gym and fighting. I want you to know that no matter what happens, your job is safe. I'm not that kind of guy, I know I hated Ethan, but that’s not because I was fucking him.” Bryce’s cheeks flush when I mention fucking and my stomach tenses at the thought. The thing is, I don’t know if it’s tensing in fear or anticipation. There are so many things to consider but I think that’s enough for the day so I push his plate towards him.
“Eat. We can work it all out as we go along.” A funny thought comes to mind, which makes me laugh as I put some food into my mouth.
“Do I even want to know what’s making you laugh?” I take a few minutes to calm myself down, the thought makes me laugh more than it probably should. It’s really not that funny, but now that it’s stuck in my head I just can’t stop.
“It’s not even that funny. I just realized that by the end of this I might have a boyfriend, or even a husband.” Saying it out loud makes it seem even funnier. Bryce laughs at me and thankfully doesn’t seem to be taking offence.
“Only if you’re really lucky.” He winks at me and I feel a heat spread in my chest, I'm not sure what it is but if someone asked me to put a name to it, I would probably say I was happy. It’s been a long time since I felt truly happy and it feels strange.
We eat in silence for a few minutes, but its comfortable, like we’re happy just being together.
“I know that you’ve come out to your family, so have you ever had a boyfriend?” I didn’t think it was such a bad question to ask, but the color drains from Bryce’s face and he quickly puts his fork down. He won’t meet my eyes and I wonder what I've done wrong. I didn’t mean to upset him but I obviously have. I reach for his hand and tug him towards me turning him in his seat and I move my chair so I'm sitting in front of him. Cupping his face in my hands, I kiss his lips gently before speaking.
“I'm sorry. Whatever I said to upset you just forget it, I was being stupid.” I feel him exhale against my lips before he speaks, his voice quiet.
“It’s not you, it’s me. It’s just hard for me to think about what happened back home.” My mind is racing with all of the possibilities of what might have happened in his past, and I want him to tell me but at the same time I really don’t want to know.
“I had a boyfriend, Austin. He was the first guy I’d had a proper relationship with. We were young and in love, thinking that we would be together forever. We were at a fight one night, I was in the ring when some guys started hassling Austin.” I remember Coach mentioning his fighting history but I never thought to ask about it. I want to know more and I go to ask him about it but he kisses me, effectively stopping me from talking.
“It’s a long story, one for another time. I’ll tell you about my limited experience one day, but it’s very limited.” I lean forward and kiss him, letting him continue his story without interruption. I don’t think this story is going to have a lovely happy ending, but I think I need to hear it.
“So they were hassling him, pushing him around, getting quite rough. Things got out of hand and they really started pounding him, calling him a queer and a bender.” I hear his breathing become labored as his eyes fill with tears.
“I couldn’t get to him, his attacker’s friends held me back. It was my fault, I kissed him before the fight and they saw. It was my fault and I couldn’t save him. They killed him and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it.” His body shudders as he loses the fight against his tears. I swear it’s like I can see his heart break right in front of me. I pull him into my arms, wanting to take away all his pain but I can’t, so I let him cry as I try to hold him together.
We sit like this for a while, I don’t know how long and I don’t care. His c
rying stops and his breathing is almost back to normal. He pulls back from me looking a little embarrassed. I run my finger over his cheek and remove the last of his tears. He stares into my eyes for a couple of seconds before speaking again.
“When you said you didn’t want to come out because of the fighting, I fully understand. I know this sport isn’t the best place to be gay, I've been there and lived it. So yes, I will keep us a secret until you decide if it’s what you want. I will do anything to keep you safe, Zeke.” My heart breaks a little, knowing that Bryce would put his happiness aside for me and my career. I just hope that I will never have to choose between the two.
Chapter Eleven
Bryce
The past few weeks with Zeke have been amazing, spending nearly all our time together. Inside the gym we’re nothing but professional, well actually that’s a lie, we try to be professional but sometimes the attraction just gets too much. I’ve found myself on my knees in the changing room a few times, with Zeke returning the favor more than once. The first time Zeke gave me head was a life altering moment. It wasn’t at the gym, it was at my place as I was trying to convince him that we needed to get to work. We’d been running late after my alarm didn’t go off and Zeke needed to leave first so we could arrive at different times. He wasn’t making it easy for me to rush him out the door though. After an incredibly passionate kiss he made us late in a very memorable way. He was awkward to begin with but was soon giving me the best blowjob of my life, and making me explode in a very embarrassingly short amount of time.
