“So,” Sully began. “This building…Well, it’s in the Village. Does that mean…”
“Yes, people are very open-minded in this complex, especially since most of the residents are like us.”
He sighed, but it didn’t sound weary. “Oh good. That means I can do this without worrying.”
Turning to me, Sully took my face in his hands and kissed my lips. I’d missed that first, sweet taste of him. He still had the flavor of Coca-Cola in his mouth, and I wanted more. Too bad they didn’t use cocaine in the formula for that soda any longer, because then I could blame my addiction to his mouth on it, instead of what must be pure Sully.
I angled my head, anxious for more of his tongue, of everything. He leaned the other way, and it was perfect. Our surroundings fell away, and I finally understood what it meant when they said that time stood still.
On and on it went, until I found myself sitting in Sully’s lap, my arms around his neck as he licked my nose, chin, and Adam’s apple. I felt my limbs melting into him as he caressed my spine with one hand, and used the other to keep me close to his chest.
Soon, his hand strayed to my crotch, and I pressed up into his touch. “Please,” I pleaded, wanting more of his wonderful warmth.
“You want to do this here, baby?” he crooned against my neck, the palm of his hand making my head spin along with the dryer.
“I…anything…something! I’m about to burst. Please, Sully.” I tightened my grip on his shoulders, searching out his lips again as I pushed up against the wonderful pressure he maintained for my ultimate pleasure.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he said against my mouth as he pushed a hand inside my shorts and pumped my leaking cock fast and hard. It was almost uncomfortable, and I could have used more lubrication. Still, it all felt so good, I came within a minute of his touch, I was so ready.
“Shit!” I cried out, my head back as I spewed ejaculate all over his hand and shirt. When I finally came back to myself, I caught Sully in the act of licking the semen off his hand. Then I noticed the bulge beneath my ass.
I wiggled against it, and Sully clamped down on my hips. “Not here. I want to fuck you upstairs.” He kissed my nose. “Plus, the laundry’s done now.” He picked me up and set me aside, then got up to get our clothes out of the machine.
On wobbly legs, I stood, tucked myself back into my shorts, and helped him fold our clothing. We completed the task quickly and practically ran upstairs, laughing all the way to my apartment. Some of the residents told us to shut it as we passed by, but I didn’t care.
Once we were inside, our clean clothing was tossed on the couch, and I dragged Sully to the bedroom. I’d left the lamp on, so there was a little light to guide us. The room was more functional than fancy, but it was comfortable. He threw me on the bed and I bounced a little when I landed.
“Get naked, Laramie,” he ordered, his voice deep as he stripped in seconds flat. “I’ve been wanting to have you since the minute I set eyes on you beside me at Woodstock.”
The heat in his gaze made me shiver, and I quickly got rid of my clothes and lay back on the bed, legs apart and arms out to welcome him into my body. Sully crawled up the bed and made himself comfortable between my thighs. His larger bulk felt good on me. I felt safe, protected.
“You’re beautiful, you know,” he said as he studied my features in the dim glow. “It’s not just your looks. It’s your passion and your beliefs. The whole package is mesmerizing.”
His words were a balm to my soul, but I needed more. “Why don’t you show me how you feel by making love to me, Sully?” I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my cock, which had become stiff again, rubbed against his defined abdominal muscles.
“I’m so ready to take you right now, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” he said, his hard rod poking my thigh. He quickly rolled us over so I was now on top. “I want you to set the pace.”
My heart turned over that he cared so much about my well-being. “Okay.” I settled my ass on his dick, and rotated my hips.
“Shit, yeah,” he uttered. I watched as his neck arched and his mouth fell open on a silent “oh!”
I knew what Sully felt, since the pleasure of our bodies together made me moan. “Spit or petroleum jelly?” I asked as I ran my hands over his chest, plucking at his nipples.
“Fuck!” Sully took a few breaths before replying, “Spit is fine. Turn around so I can put my mouth on you.”
I looked at him in amazement. “You’d do that?” I’d had limited experience with that. A lot of guys were reluctant to do it.
“Sure. You suck me a little, and I’ll make you good and wet.” Sully squeezed my hips, and I turned around and stuck my butt in his face.
I was soon in heaven. Sully’s tongue made my channel sing, and I felt my hole opening up under his ministrations. He spit on his fingers and used two of them to stretch me even more. In the meantime, I went down on his cock while I humped his face and fingers.
His penis was thick and firm and I couldn’t wait to have it inside me. I licked, slobbered, and swallowed around him, pleased with the pearls that oozed out of his slit. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I moved away and turned back to squat over his pole. Sully’s mouth glistened and it made him look even sexier to see how much he wanted me.
I placed my hands on his chest for balance, and slowly pushed down on his cock. It hurt a lot at first, and I understood why he wanted me to control the pace. His was the widest dick I’d ever had inside me. I could feel the tremors in his body as he held himself rigid while I worked my way down until I had him all the way inside me.
He was huge, and it was the best feeling ever, being filled by him. Sully’s hands on my hips flexed and relaxed as he held himself under control, waiting for me to say “go.”
I rotated my hips and then lifted up until just the tip was left inside, then I took him all in again. I did this a few more times and then I said, “Sully, take over. Take me however you want.”
In no time at all, we were sweating, grunting, and swearing at each other. Sully punched in and out of my ass with a purpose. He fucked me so hard, I knew I’d never forget him, no matter if he stayed here with me for a while, or left tomorrow.
“I gotta have more,” he grunted, and turned us over so that he could control the angles better. I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him on, squeezing his waist and biting at his mouth.
God, when we came together, it was like when the US landed on the moon. Momentous, unforgettable, and real. I screamed my release, squeezing his cock in a death grip as Sully gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises. I liked knowing I’d be carrying his mark around on me for a few days.
When it was over, we collapsed together, his head on my chest, both of us panting heavily as the smell of sex and sweat enveloped the room. I’d have to open the bedroom window in a little while to let some air in.
“Damn, honey. Your ass is magic,” Sully whispered, languidly rubbing his hands up and down my sides.
I felt his penis slip out of my hole, as I hummed an unintelligible reply a few seconds later, then fell asleep.
* * * *
Friday, August 22, 1969
The days since we’d first made love had been like something out of Fractured Fairy Tales—a tad surreal. Sully explored the area on his own while I was at work each day, and then we spent our evenings together, usually ending up in bed to fuck like rabbits a couple times a night.
He wouldn’t even let me go to work without a blowjob at the door to send me on my way. It was as if we were the perfect couple, but I knew it wouldn’t last.
This evening, we slow danced together to a song by Roberta Flack called “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.” The words moved me, because that was exactly what I’d felt when I first saw Sully, and still did now. I looked up at him, and I knew my face held sadness.
“What’s wrong, honey?” he asked, pulling me even closer to him and placing my head on his shoulder. We moved in sy
nc, and it hurt my heart.
“You’re leaving soon, and I don’t want you to go,” I mumbled into his shoulder, not caring if I sounded like some whiny chick. I’d found the one for me, only to lose him.
“I’ll be back,” Sully replied.
I lifted my head to look at him. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“No,” he insisted. “I like it here, and I like you. While you’ve been at work, I’ve been scoping out jobs and checking out the scene. I’ll need a little time to tie things up back in Frisco, but if you can wait a month, I’ll be back and we can start making a life together.”
I was shocked. “You…would do that? You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“Absolutely not! Don’t you want me to come back?”
“More that you can imagine,” I replied, and I knew my chin was wobbly, but I couldn’t help it.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m coming back to you. Wait for me.”
I sniffled and placed my head back on his shoulder. “I will.”
We kept on swaying to the music, his arms firm around my waist, and I was thankful to Woodstock for giving me the man I’d always wanted.
THE END
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