Sweet and Sexy

by Jeff Adams

  “That’s it man. I’m gonna cum.”

  “Do it, Jake.”

  Keeping Michael close, Jake found the leverage to pound still harder as Michael tightened his ass.

  “Cummin’, man.” Jake’s body went rigid as he unloaded into the condom. The orgasmic sensation was intense. Every shot of cum seemed to send electricity through Jake. Both of them cried out as Jake’s cock pulsated, discharging shot after shot of fluid. As his shudders subsided, Jake brought Michael close to him for a tender kiss. “My turn now.” He gently dropped Michael to the bed and pulled out of his ass.

  He pulled off the full condom, quickly tied it off, and dropped it into the trashcan he’d seen by the nightstand.

  “Did you see how full that was?” Michael said. “I’d love to feel that shoot into me.”

  “Maybe someday,” Jake said as he grabbed another condom.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I said it was my turn.” Jake quickly rolled the condom over Michael’s cock.

  “Oh, oh, um…I’m not going to last very long. Oh, damn. Not long at all.”

  “Okay by me.” Jake grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers to lube his hole. Jake positioned himself over Michael’s cock. He reached behind and held it firm, sitting straight down on it.

  “Fuck yes. Just what I needed after shooting that load,” Jake said. Michael’s cock filled him up perfectly, like it was made exactly for his ass.

  “I can’t believe you took it just like that,” Michael said. Jake squeezed his hole tight. “That sensation alone almost made me cum.”

  “Good,” Jake leaned over and kissed Michael. Jake started grinding on Michael’s cock as they kissed. He pulled back from the kiss and started riding Michael fast and furious. Sweat dripped off his forehead as he moved up and down Michael, almost letting his cock pop out only to drive it deep in him.

  “I’m gonna shoot, Jake.”

  “Good, give it to me.” Michael let loose shot after shot. Again, both guys moaned, grunted, and shouted in climax. Jake came again too, letting loose a couple more shots of cum across Michael’s chest.

  Jake collapsed, completely spent, on top of Michael. “That was amazing. I’m glad you found me in the park today.” He peppered Michael with kisses as he talked.

  Michael stroked Jake’s blond hair. “I’m glad I did too. I’m glad I walked into the comic book store that day, and even gladder you ended up at the party. I wish we’d started talking last year.”

  “At least we are now.”

  “Yeah. You’re pretty amazing, you know. You go from being inside that shy shell to taking charge and riding me like that. I like that range.”

  Jake smiled and felt himself blush. “So you’re not going to try and change that? It’s driven a couple people insane how I switch back and forth so fast.”

  “No way. I like you just the way you are.”

  “So maybe a real date sometime?” Jake asked, between kisses along Michael’s jaw line.

  “I’d like that.”

  “You’d be seen with me, out in public, in my baggy cargo shorts?”

  Michael laughed. “Yeah, I would. We’ll make an interesting case in contrasts. Preppy boy and geek boy.”

  “Sounds like a superhero pairing.” Jake said, planting a kiss on the tip of Michael’s nose.

  “Leave it to geek boy to say that. Listen, you want to stay here tonight? I’d love to wake up next to you.”

  “I’d like that.”

  “Cool. Our first date can be breakfast then.”

  Jake rested his head on Michael’s shoulder. “Perfect.”

  THE END

  Rivals

  I came home because I had to and, after four missed Thanksgivings, I was thrilled to. Throughout college I never got home for the holiday because of the hockey tournament schedule. Michigan always got invited to a tourney over the holiday weekend and that meant travel, Thanksgiving dinner in a hotel, several games and general exhaustion by the time I got back to school Sunday night. I had a blast with the travel. My parents and younger brother understood; our extended family didn’t. So it was a big deal when I came through the door Wednesday night.

  “Mitchell you’re here,” Trevor said as he tackled me with a hug at the front door. “Excellent!” Trevor was tall, thin and every bit the track star. Only eighteen months younger, he stood in stark contrast to my muscular, stocky frame. You knew we were brothers because we shared facial features, with an almost identical nose and a chiseled jaw line. “The aunts are already here and eager to see you.”

  “Really? I didn’t think the siege would happen until tomorrow.”

  “Yeah,” he took my suitcase as he looked down the hall to see if anyone was coming or listening. “They brought presents,” he whispered. He read the look of horror on my face and nodded. “Yup, sweaters. They’re breaking tradition and going on a cruise for Christmas so they decided to deliver early.”

  It was funny that for all the grief I’d taken during school about missing Thanksgiving, our aunts were committing the bigger no-no of missing Christmas. Maybe they decided I’d set a good example after all.

  “How bad?”

  “Mine’s yellow and aqua.”

  “Ouch.”

  Trevor rolled his eyes and nodded.

  “Mitchell, is that you?” Mom called out from the kitchen at the back of the house.

  “Yeah. I managed to catch an earlier flight.”

  “Fantastic. I’ve got leftovers from dinner, I’ll heat you up a plate.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll get my stuff upstairs and be there in a few minutes.” I gestured to Trevor. “Take that on up, will you? I gotta get my gear out of the car.”

  “Got a game while you’re here?”

  “Maybe. Mikey talked about setting one up, don’t know if he did or not but I came prepared. You can come along if you want. It’ll get you outta here for a while.”

  “Yes, please,” he said, starting up the stairs.

  I went back into the crisp November air. Even if Mikey couldn’t get a game together, I wanted to get some ice time at the old rink so it was worth hauling the bag of hockey gear and sticks on the plane.

  When I got to my room, Trevor was waiting.

  “Want to shoot pucks in the morning?” I asked. “I was gonna call the rink, get the alarm code and make sure six o’clock was okay.”

  There were still benefits to working at Wonderland Rink through high school. They let me keep a key, even though it’d been years now.

  “Sure,” Trevor said.

  “Excellent. Am I gonna have to drag you out of bed or are you going to get up on your own like a normal person?”

  “Normal isn’t getting up at 5:30, but I can handle it.”

  “Mitchell, your dinner’s ready, and there are people eager to see you.” I pictured mom at the foot of the stairs calling up. Some things never change.

  “Time for the sweater isn’t it?”

  “‘Fraid so, bro. Maybe you can wear it to the rink tomorrow. You know they’d be thrilled if they saw you wearing it in the morning.”

  “Maybe I’ll wear it on the way home from the rink.”

  * * * *

  “When did you get a slap shot?” I was stunned and I knew my face showed it. It wasn’t often that Trevor surprised me on the ice.

  “I’ve been working on it,” he said, pride coming through in his voice. “I’m trying to get on an intramural team next fall for my last year. I figure I can run in the spring and play a little hockey in the fall. It’ll beat tryin’ to get in on some pick-up game, which are always over crowded.”

  We were dressed in sweats, along with gloves and skates. We didn’t go for full pads or helmets since we were just messing around, not taking any real shots or anything that could hurt us.

  The metallic clank of the rink’s front door echoed across the ice. Trevor and I looked at each other and shrugged. On a holiday morning we hadn’t expected to see anyone else. The rink wasn�
�t due to open until noon, so even the staff would be hours away from coming to work. It had to be some other crazy person, like us, who wanted a little ice before it was time to eat.

  I took the puck off Trevor’s stick and started skating around in random patterns. “Come on, Trev, “ I said tauntingly, “get the puck.”

  “You’re on!”

  As soon as he started to skate, I turned on the backwards speed and put some distance between us. We kept at it for a couple minutes before he finally faked me out and claimed the puck.

  “And Mitchell Turner has the puck stripped off his stick by his persistent younger brother, Trevor.” A man stood on the first level of bleachers, applauding.

  “Holy shit, Alex Goodman,” I said, louder than I’d intended.

  I hadn’t seen Alex since my senior year of high school hockey ended. We were cross-county rivals then. I had a wicked crush on him, too. He’d gotten even better looking during the past four years—a red goatee now accentuated his blazing red hair. The tight, long-sleeved workout shirt showed off his chest in eye-popping detail. I sprinted to the boards where we bumped fists and shook hands. “I didn’t think we’d run into anyone else this morning. What’re you up to?”

  “Came down to get a skate in before spending the day with the family,” he said. His deep voice was incredibly sexy. I didn’t remember him sounding like this. “Man, it’s been forever. I don’t think we’ve seen each other since you guys knocked us out of the race for the state championship our senior year.”

  I thought about that for a moment. “I think you’re right.”

  Alex was built—all I wanted to do right now was feel up his biceps. His green eyes were as mesmerizing as ever. I’d had a hard time concentrating on face-offs against him because all I wanted to do was stare into his eyes and get to know him.

  The one time I’d seen him away from a rink was during the summer between our junior and senior years. I ran into him at the mall. I don’t remember what we talked about, but seeing him in shorts, which exposed his muscular, lightly hairy legs, and how his t-shirt clung to his chest made that day perfect. It was jack-off material for months as I imagined what was under those clothes and what I’d like to do to him if I could get him naked.

  “What’re you up to these days?” I asked, keeping the conversation appropriate as Trevor skated around behind me.

  “I cover sports for the Free Press—Michigan and Red Wings hockey during the season and then whatever they assign me to in the off. What about you?”

  “Working in sports marketing out in San Francisco.”

  “Nice. Sounds like a sweet gig.”

  “It’s pretty good. We do a fair bit with the Sharks, so I like that part a lot.”

  “I wrote about you quite a bit while I was interning during school. You certainly earned your keep with the Wolverines.”

  My face got hot. I must have turned several shades of red. His eyes were working on me just like they used to, making it hard to focus.

  “Thanks. It was a lot of work, but it was fun.”

  “You play out west?”

  “Hell yeah. As often as I can. I don’t think I’ll ever stop. What about you?”

  “At least a couple times a week.”

  “Listen, a friend of mine is having a pick-up game Saturday morning,” I couldn’t believe I said that. This was an invitation to be flustered during the game, even more so than I used to be. “You interested?”

  “I’d love to. We’ll see if I can take you in a face-off like I used to.”

  “I won a fair number of those.”

  “Really?” He raised a red eyebrow in surprise. “That’s not how I remember it.”

  “You want to try it right now?” I was setting myself up to fail. I was already loopy from seeing this man. The pressure in my cup was proof of that.

  “You’re on.” He must have put his skates on in the locker room or lobby, because he immediately hopped over the boards. We skated towards Trevor, who was taking shots on the far side of the rink.

  “Trev,” I called out, “let Alex borrow your gloves and come drop a puck for us.” He grabbed one off the ice and skated up to us at the center dot. “Trevor, this is Alex Goodman. He played for County.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Trevor said, giving Alex a fist bump before handing over his gloves. “So, um, what exactly are you guys doing?”

  “Proving to your brother that I can still beat him in a face-off,” Alex said.

  “Ahhh. Best two out of three then, just to make it fair,” Trevor said.

  “I’m game for that,” I said as I took position on one side of the dot. Stick on the ice, hunched over, ready to strike.

  “Sounds good,” Alex said. He got into a similar position as soon as he was gloved up.

  “This is just the face off, so whoever gets the puck off the dot wins,” Trevor said. “You two stay where you are after that and I’ll reset.”

  Trevor held the puck over the dot. I kept my eyes on his hand, and away from Alex’s gaze. I felt Alex looking at me, but I had eyes only for the puck. Trevor’s hand twitched and then he opened it to drop the puck. As it was falling, I put my stick under Alex’s and lifted it off the ice. The puck landed flat and I swept my stick back, sending the puck behind me.

  “One down, one to go,” I said.

  “I figure I had to give you one.” Alex’s eyes sparkled, which seemed impossible under the harsh rink lights.

  “Keep telling yourself that.”

  I sounded calm and cool, but the butterflies were going. I’d focused so much on work since I’d graduated in the spring that I hadn’t really dated. I hadn’t even had a good hookup, so I was horny as hell. Alex brought it all to the surface. If Trevor wasn’t here, I’d probably tackle Alex and hope he wouldn’t try to beat the crap out of me for making that kind of play.

  We set up again over the dot. Both anticipating, sticks banging against each other in the hopes of being in the right place when Trevor made the drop.

  “It’s mine this time,” Alex said, just above a whisper—a damn sexy whisper. I want to hear him say more in that voice. I was slow to react when the puck dropped a second later. I was too caught up wondering what my name would sound like if he said it with that husky, low whisper. Alex easily won, knocking the puck to the side. “Told ya,” he said as we stood up.

  “Okay, guys, third one decides it.” Trevor looked to me. “Come on, Mitchell, family honor at stake here.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I said, getting into position and focusing, or trying to focus anyway.

  Alex and I got into a staring contest waiting for the puck. He had a relaxed smile, but an intense eye lock. What was going on in there? I didn’t remember the smile from our high school days; back then he was serious and stern. I held the gaze, but when the puck dropped I was ready. I scooped it away with the backside of my stick and skated backwards, carrying it away from the dot. Alex took off after me and we ended up in a speedier version of the keep away game Trevor and I had played earlier. I dodged to my right to open up space and sprint away, but Alex anticipated the move and I ended up plowing right into him. He was ready for the impact, staying upright, while I bounced off his chest and crashed to the ice.

  He took off his glove to help me up. “Sorry about that. I figured you’d stop, not slam into me.”

  “No worries.”

  No worries at all. Hell, that was awesome. Alex was as rock solid as he looked. I’d love to run into that again, except next time I’d hold on instead of bounce off. I accepted his hand to stand up and then wiped the ice off my sweatpants.

  “Congrats on that nice move to win.”

  “Thanks.”

  “How about I buy the winner coffee tomorrow?” he asked as we skated towards Trevor. “We can catch up.”

  “I’d like that.”

  “Excellent. How about seven o’clock at Jazzy Joe’s?”

  “Sounds great.”

  “Okay. I’ll let you get back to it. I’m
going to go run my sprints on the other rink. I’ll see you tomorrow, Mitchell.”

  Alex skated off, hopped over the boards and headed to the other rink. I stood, watching long after he’d gone. Wow. I was going to sit across a table from him tomorrow.

  “Drool much?” Trevor said, skating to a stop next to me.

  “Shut up.” I shoved him away, causing him to get tripped up, but he recovered before he fell. “It’s coffee and catch up.”

  “Keep telling yourself that, bro.” Trevor shifted from poking fun to more serious. “I saw how you looked at him…and how he looked at you.” Despite being younger, Trevor had a knack for making a point. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a date, Mitchell, so why not enjoy it?”

  “Who said this was a date?” I asked, not wanting to drive up my expectations. “Don’t you imagine he’s dating someone, or even married?”

  “You’re not. Why does he have to be?”

  “Okay. Stop. It’s just coffee.”

  “We’ll talk when you get home and see if it was just coffee.” He scooted the puck out from in front of me and took off. “Catch me if you can, Mitchell.”

  * * * *

  I got to Jazzy Joe’s too early. I was nervous, date nervous. I’d fixated on what Trevor had said all through Thanksgiving dinner and throughout today. I thought too much about what to wear, too. If this was a date of some kind, I wanted to look good. I was in my best jeans and a tight-ish dark blue sweater that made my light blue eyes pop and hugged my body in a good way. I got a thumbs up from Trevor before I left. I wasn’t sure if that counted for much coming from a straight, younger brother. But I knew he wouldn’t let me leave looking bad.

  I sat facing the door, a cup of strong coffee in front of me. I wanted to make sure I was fully alert for this. The table was small, so we were going to be just inches apart. I was ultra-nervous, right down to sweaty palms. What if I couldn’t manage to have an intelligent conversation with this handsome man?