by D. J. Manly
“Come up here. Move my head to the side of the bed. I want to taste you. God, Brody, I don’t know what I’ve fantasized more about, me eating your cock or you fucking me with it.”
“Well then,” Brody said softly, “let’s not keep you waiting.”
Vic chuckled as Brody swiftly moved him to the side of the bed, his head hanging over. Brody stood beside his head.
“That was a sexy thing to say.” Vic raised an eyebrow, looking up at him.
“You’re a sexy guy.” Brody grinned, reaching over and very gently cuffing Vic’s erection.
Vic closed his eyes. “Oh, that’s nice.”
Brody trailed the head of his cock over Vic’s lips and then reached over again and played with Vic’s cock.
“Um.” Vic’s tongue came out and touched Brody’s cock.
Brody closed his eyes. “Open your mouth.”
Vic opened his mouth and Brody lowered the head of his cock into it.
Vic sucked it in with a pop, then swirled his tongue around the head.
“Spread your legs,” Brody told him. “Um, yeah, that’s nice. Now I’m hot as hell. Suck it. Deeper.”
Brody’s shaft disappeared a few more inches inside Vic’s mouth. Brody moaned, bent his knees, grabbed Vic’s face and began to fuck it gently, letting go of one side occasionally to torment Vic’s cock.
Brody watched Vic’s cock pulse, saw his throat muscles working, felt himself coming. He reached over and began to cuff Vic’s cock a little more and held on just until Vic’s body went into spasm. Brody moved off Vic’s mouth and crawled onto the bed. He lifted Vic’s ass as he was still in the throes of orgasm and rimmed him good with his tongue, using some of his own cum to lubricate the sensitive entrance.
“Fuck me,” Vic urged. “God, I’m almost hard again. Um, yeah, Brody, come on. Do it.” He was reaching wildly for the nightstand, and suddenly an array of condoms flew onto the bed, along with lube.
Brody chuckled and opened the lube. Without fanfare, he put an oily finger up inside of his ass, and Vic’s hips went into a frenzy. Brody held him prone as he fucked him with his finger then put two more up inside of him and found his prostate. “Oh God, oh God,” Vic said, panting, his cock hard as rock again. He was a sight to behold, helpless in his hold as Brody continued fucking his ass with his fingers.
Keeping his fingers inside of him, Brody threw a condom at him. “Open it, will you,” he ordered, grinned.
Vic groaned. “Um, damn, you bastard. Damn it.” He fumbled with the condom, then struggled to get to a place where he could roll it onto Brody’s cock.
Finally it was in place, and Vic motioned to him. “Kiss me, you sexy bastard.”
Brody laughed and leaned down to kiss him. “Back or front?”
“I want it dirty. Go for it. Take me on all fours. Think I can stay up.”
Brody winked. “I’ll hold you. Come on slut.” He grinned.
“I’m your slut. Shit, Brody,” Vic grunted as Brody brought him up on all fours, “you could fuck me all night.”
“I just might.” He lowered his mouth to Vic’s neck and nibbled him there. Brody had withdrawn his fingers from Vic’s body, and he positioned his cock to enter Vic.
“Brody?” Vic breathed, just as he was about to delve inside him.
“What?”
There was silence, then he said, “Oh never mind, just go. Take me. Go!”
Brody wasn’t prepared for what it would feel like being inside of him. Suddenly he felt like he was on a roller coaster ride that was threatening to go off track. At one time as he rode Vic, he felt as if he were high, riding the clouds, somewhere peaceful yet breathtaking, someplace he’d never want to come down from.
The sounds of their labored breathing vibrated off the walls, and suddenly Vic called out his name, just once, then released his pleasure with one long moan. Brody came too, his entire body shaking as if he was suddenly in an earthquake and the earth split and he was being carried down, landing on a soft green place where everything was silent and still.
Brody pulled Vic close in his arms, lay there with him in the darkened room. No words, just utter peace. He swallowed, feeling humble suddenly. He kissed the top of Vic’s head, and felt his hand search for his. He took it, squeezed it gently.
* * * *
When his eyes opened again, sunlight was streaming through the window. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. He was alone. Maybe he’d dreamed it all. If he had, it had been a damn good dream.
He stretched and yawned, then hopped out of bed, wondering where in the devil Vic had gotten to. He threw on a robe and went on a hunt. He found Vic’s chair outside the exercise room. This worried him a little. “Vic,” he called out. “Where are you?”
“In here,” came the reply.
Brody rushed into the room to see Vic standing in the center of the walking bars. “How did you … are you all right?”
Vic grinned at him. “I’m fine, baby. Look.” He pushed one foot forward then the other, then tottered a little; he let go, hands out in the air. “Look, babe, free fall!”
Brody rushed over to his side but Vic was laughing. He grabbed the bars and blew Brody a kiss. “Say you’re proud.”
“You shouldn’t have done this alone.”
“Brody. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Why is your chair outside? How did you get over here?”
“Well,” he said, leaning on the bars, “confession. I tried to walk it but I ended up crawling a little then I pulled myself up and—” He started to laugh. “You should see your face.”
Brody stepped up in front of him. He put his arms around Vic and kissed his forehead. “Someone deserves a spanking.”
He held on tight. “Promise,” he whispered, and bit his ear.
Brody grinned. “Can you walk to the end?” He released him.
“Do I get my kiss?”
“Maybe.”
“And do I get to look at what you got under that robe?” Vic lifted an eyebrow.
Brody shook his head. “We’ll see. Let’s see what you got, stud.”
Vic took a breath and moved forward. He took his hands off the rail and took two more steps. “Look, Daddy, I’m walking. Open your robe.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“Open it now, I need inspiration.”
Brody undid the sash on the robe and let it hang open.
“Yah baby. Your cock is sublime.”
“Don’t sing.”
“I just might.”
“Come on, enough gawking, move.”
He pushed forward again, his balance looking pretty good. “Off.”
“What?”
“Take it off.”
“What if Claire should…” Brody looked toward the open doorway.
“She’s doing the shopping in town. Come on, please, I’m begging now.”
Brody shoved the robe off his shoulders. That’s when Vic started to sing his aria.
“Good Lord.” Brody laughed, throwing up his hands. “I’ll kiss you if you stop.”
“You’ll have to do more than that.” Vic continued his rendition of Puccini’s Madame Butterfly.
“Okay, okay, anything,” he called out, laughing.
Vic stopped singing and he walked right into his arms. “Take me to your room and fuck me hard and long and—”
“Vic.” Brody laughed, fending off his kisses. “We need to work.”
“You can give me a workout in bed and then we’ll get back to this. I’m walking, babe.”
“Yes, I see that. Come on.” Brody supported him and they slowly made their way to the chair.
“Now,” Vic said, taking a seat, “time to have some fun. Claire and Stan will be gone for at least another hour. I can scream and no one will hear me except the squirrels.”
“You’ll frighten them,” Brody said, running with the wheelchair to the bedroom.
“Not as much as if I sing.”
“That’s true.”
In the bedroom, Vic put up his hand when Brody went to help him. “I can do it.” He pushed himself up and took the two steps to the bed. “Now,” he looked up at him, “strip me and ravish me.”
“Shit.” Brody looked around. “Did I just leave my robe…”
“Yep. You’re naked and that’s just the way I like you.” Vic reached over and pulled him forward, between his legs. “If you work with me like this, I’ll be walking faster.”
“Right.” Brody smirked. “We’ll spend our time in bed.”
Vic moved a hand up and over Brody’s cock. “Oh yeah,” he breathed, “and there’d be nothing wrong with that, my big, beautiful hunk. Sounds like my kind of exercise. Stand still and let me play with your cock a little. Um, like that. Wish I had a toy like this as a kid. I would have become a ball handler sooner.”
“You are a funny guy.” Brody closed his eyes as Vic pressed his cock to his lips. He didn’t know what in hell he was doing anymore, only that he didn’t want to stop. And as Vic drew his cock into his mouth, he forgot absolutely everything.
Two hours later, they were in the pool, and Vic was really working hard. He also took full advantage of his position by slipping a hand inside Brody’s swim trunks. They were fucking in the shower before supper, and after the meal and some massage therapy, back in bed.
He wasn’t sure who was getting more of a workout, him or Vic. The week sped by, and when the weekend came, Vic persuaded him to stay. And he could be very persuasive.
Two more weeks and Vic was walking without help, although he could only walk for short periods of time before tiring.
Claire announced to Brody one morning that Vic was a “changed man.” The coach was happy with Vic’s progress and surprised Brody with a really nice bonus.
One Friday afternoon, Brody thought he’d better bring up the fact that his time here was drawing to a close. Terrance Scott had already arranged for Vic’s personal trainer to take over with the weights.
Sandra had left several messages for him and although he hadn’t gotten back to her, he knew it was time for him to get back to the clinic. He wasn’t sure how to tell Vic. In truth, he didn’t know what in hell was going on with the two of them. Vic was fun to be with and the sex was great, but he was a professional athlete and they were bad news. And Brody was still conflicted over Freddy.
The late afternoon sun shone off Vic’s hair as Brody came outside to join him by the pool. Vic’s eyes were closed. It seemed like he was dozing. He opened his eyes, however, when Brody approached and smiled at him. “Hey, big guy.”
“Hey,” Brody said. “Tired?”
“Um, but good tired. What do you want to eat tonight? We’re on our own. I booked a room in New York for Stan and Claire and sent them on a little vacation this weekend. It’s their wedding anniversary.”
“That was sweet.”
“That’s the Dr. Jekyll surfacing.” He reached for Brody’s hand. “You bring out the best in me.”
Brody swallowed and squeezed his hand.
“Anyway”—Vic grinned—“we have the entire weekend alone. We can be naked by the pool and—”
“Vittorio.”
“Oh, oh. No Vic?”
“I can’t stay. I have to get back to the city. Your personal trainer is coming on Monday and—”
“He’s not as cute as you.”
Brody smiled. “Sorry.”
“So.” Vic picked at the armrest on his chair. “That’s it?”
Brody sighed. “It was probably a bad idea for us to get involved like this.”
“A bad idea?” Vic looked up at him.
“You have a career. You’re a star. And I have a clinic and … we’d never see each other.”
“You’re blowing me off then.” Vic looked back down.
“No. I mean, we can still be friends.” It sounded hollow. And it hurt like hell. But Brody couldn’t do this again.
“Fine,” Vic said stiffly. “Whatever you want, Brody. You might as well get going then.” He still didn’t look at him.
Brody sighed. “Vic.”
“Don’t. It’s okay. I get it. Go on. Thanks for all you’ve done. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Brody nodded and walked back inside to the room where he hadn’t slept for the last two weeks. He took his bag out of the closet and began to pack. Maybe he shouldn’t leave Vic all alone. Terrance was away this weekend at some convention.
When he came out of the room, Vic was standing at the bar pouring himself a drink.
“Are you angry at me?” Brody asked him.
“No,” he said. “I’m angry at myself.” He sipped the drink, then turned and looked at him.
“I’ll stay the weekend if you like. I don’t want to leave you alone.”
“Are you staying for me, Brody, or for yourself?”
“Do you want me to stay or not?” he snapped.
Vic slammed the empty glass down on the bar and crossed the floor. He grabbed Brody’s face between his hands and pushed him back against the wall, kissing him hard as he went. After a deep, lengthy, passionate kiss, Vic released him.
“That was some answer,” Brody said softly, a smile forming on his lips.
Vic’s chest was heaving. “Well, if you’re staying, you better earn your keep. I’m not paying for it.”
“I’m a whore now?”
“Yeah.” Vic nodded, laughing slightly. “Be my whore this weekend.”
Brody ran a hand over Vic’s hair. He placed an arm around his waist and pressed him close. “My pleasure,” he groaned, then kissed him hard.
“And Brody,” Vic said, meeting his eyes, “if it’s the last weekend we ever spend together, then…”
Brody swept him up in his arms. “I know,” he said softly, and took him into the bedroom. “I know.”
The soft sighs had a calming effect on his heart rate as Brody settled down into the pillow, dragging Vic’s slick body closer. Suddenly it was like he couldn’t get him close enough and he kissed his mouth hungrily while Vic reached between Brody’s thighs and stroked his penis.
“I love your cock,” Vic murmured, kissing his chest slowly as his hand played there.
“I noticed that,” Brody said with a chuckle.
“You did, did you, and you know what I noticed?” Vic crawled on top of him.
Brody grunted. “What was that?”
“You love my ass.”
“Oh yeah.” He chuckled again. “I do at that. It’s an ass made for fucking.”
Vic moved his lips down to Brody’s belly.
“May I ask what you’re up to?”
“You may not.”
He placed a hand in Vic’s hair. “Okay.”
Vic licked Brody’s balls and drew them into his mouth. Brody hissed something between his teeth and moaned. “Shit, Vittorio.”
It didn’t take long for his cock to respond as Vic licked and kissed it.
“Now that you’ve got me there, what do you intend to do with it?” Brody muttered.
Vic looked up at him. “Ride it.”
Brody laughed as Vic straddled his lap. He leaned down, hair in his face, kissed Brody’s mouth, moving his tongue around his. “You are a bad boy.”
“Um. You make me a bad boy. Hand me the lube, cowboy.”
Brody grinned and reached for the lube. Vic took his time lubing Brody’s cock and then moving a slick finger up inside of himself. Suddenly Vic jumped off him.
“Hey, hey, where are you going?” Brody protested. He was totally erect and horny as hell. Who wouldn’t be, watching Vic lube himself like that?
“I have these.” Vic came back with a set of handcuffs.
“Vic! You are a naughty—”
“Oh shut up, handsome,” he muttered, lifting Brody’s arms and snapping the cuffs to the headboard. “Now you’re mine.” He straddled Brody again, moved his hands over his chest, and twisted both nipples as he brushed Brody’s cock with his ass a few times, teasing.
Brody
swallowed.
“Horny?” Vic asked him softly.
“Oh yeah.”
“You are so sexy cuffed like that, so hot.” Vic kissed him again, nibbled his nipples, licked a line down to his cock, then took his cock in his hand. “One more thing.”
“You’re killing me here,” Brody grunted.
Vic laughed and hopped off the bed again, his erection causing his cock to stand straight out. Brody licked his lips. Then he heard a buzzing sound. “What in the hell…”
Vic smirked, brandishing a large buzzing contraption in his hand which was shaped like a cock. “All lubed and ready for your ass, baby.”
“You’re putting that up into my…”
“Bottoms up, big guy.” Vic lifted one of Brody’s legs and began the progression.
Brody’s neck strained back as his anus objected to the invasion. Vic pressed up and onward, opening him suddenly like he’d never been opened before. Brody groaned.
“Does it hurt? Is it okay?” Vic asked. “I want it to feel good.”
Brody licked his lips. “Feels um … um … good, yeah. Deeper.”
Vic pressed a little more and finally found the right spot. The pressure vibrated up against Brody’s prostate and he saw stars. “Okay, do it, get on my cock,” he grunted.
Vic straddled him and the impact of Vic’s ass capturing his cock and that vibrator in his ass sent him into spirals.
He’d had men fuck him before although he was for the most part a top, but he’d never fucked a guy and had something in his ass at the same time.
He kept his hips up; the contraption was cutting into his ass, but the pleasure of Vic riding him and that vibration made him forget the discomfort.
Vic was yelling as he moved up and down on his cock in rapid jerks now and Brody’s head pressed deeper into the pillow as a series of gasps and moans let go into what sounded like a blow horn when he came.
“Oh God,” Vic shouted, “Brody, damn it, Brody, um … um … yeah…”
Brody shuddered with a long groan, and Vic’s hand reached between his legs to move the vibrator in and out of him, creating an entirely new sensation of pleasure.
Vic was off of him and had rolled him to the side where he kissed his shoulder and began to fuck him in earnest with the contraption. “Just relax and enjoy it, baby,” he cooed. “God, you have a fantastic ass. Mine is not the only one made for fucking. I’m getting hard again just watching that contraption fuck your ass. Can I? Can I fuck you, Brody?”
