“And here I was worried about the same thing ‑‑ pushing you into something you couldn’t handle.”
“So, what do we do? I really want to fuck you.”
“Well, the fact of the matter is I haven’t been fucked without protection since I was a teenager. I’ve been tested every six months and I’m clean. In fact, I just got the test results back three days ago. You say you haven’t even had sex with your wife for over a year so, I would say protection is rather unnecessary ‑‑ especially if this is going to be a constant thing with us and we don’t have sex outside of each other. But I don’t know if you’re ready for that?”
“Oh, I’m so ready you can’t believe it! I don’t have ‘wild oats’ to sow. I don’t want to trick. I want to make love to one guy. I want someone who will love me and build a life with me. Are you interested?”
There it was. The Question. The one I had been trying to answer for myself. The question that caused a quivering in my guts. How could I answer him when I couldn’t answer myself?
“I’m afraid, Brian. I’ve never been…well…uhh…in…well…in love…uhh…before.”
I couldn’t even get the words out. A tongue-tied lawyer? What the fuck was this?
“It’s not hard, Tommy. You just let yourself go and you let the feelings happen. So, if you’re in love with me and I’m in love with you ‑‑ and, trust me, I am ‑‑ what else is there for us but to be together?”
It sounded so reasonable I just couldn’t find an argument against it.
“Are you sure? You know there’s more than me in this deal?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Who do I mean is more like it. Remember that little boy sleeping in the other room? Most guys don’t want to have to deal with their lover’s kid.”
“Tommy, it’s not that I don’t love you, and I’d want to be with you even if it was just you and me, but you know I wanted children. I wanted them really bad. When Sandy and I couldn’t seem to have them, that’s when the whole idea of being married to her just died. I couldn’t see any reason to stay, but I didn’t have the guts to get out. The fact you have Tiger makes you more attractive to me, not less. I’m just afraid he won’t accept me.”
“Fat chance of that! It was Tiger who first suggested you spend the night.”
“He did?”
“He asked me if you were going to sleep over.”
“Why would he ask that? I kind of got the feeling you’ve never let anyone do that before?”
“I never have, I swear to you! I wasn’t going to ask you, but then we kissed and I just couldn’t let you go. No. You see, I’ve never had anyone sleep over, but Tiger does all the time. I think he’s relating the two of us to what his experience is. He has good friends and they spend the night with each other. He figures we’re becoming friends, so I would want you to sleep over, too.”
It took a moment for Brian to digest this and then he smiled down at me.
“I don’t think his sleepovers are quite the same.”
“I’m beginning to wonder about that. He’s right at the age when little boys start experimenting with each other. I haven’t gotten wind of anything, but…well…I doubt if I would.”
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
This was it. There was no way out. I either said “Yes” or I knew I would lose him ‑‑ the one man I had ever found myself in love with. All my logic flew out the window. I couldn’t think. Brian was right. I could only let the feelings happen and go with them ‑‑ something, quite frankly, I can never remember ever doing in my entire life.
“For the past three days, all I could think about was you. I kept picturing us, here in bed like this, making love to each other. The strangest thing is, I just couldn’t picture myself without you afterward. I guess that means I don’t ever want to be without you. Is that enough of an answer for you?”
“It will do for now,” he said and smiled at me, showing his dimples.
Oh! Those fucking dimples of his. Whenever I see them, I just fucking melt inside.
“Now, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck my lover,” he murmured as his mouth came down on mine in a kiss which almost seemed like he wanted to devour me.
We kissed for what seemed like forever, his body pressed to mine, his hard cock sliding against my abdomen, our two cocks brushing against each other. Finally he broke the kiss and looked down at me.
“One very important question…” he said quietly.
“What?” I asked, afraid of what was coming next.
“Where’s the lube?” He grinned.
I breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the bedside table. He opened the drawer and looked inside. He seemed perplexed.
“Where is it?”
“Right there, in the clear plastic bottle,” I said, wondering why he couldn’t see it.
He pulled out the bottle of Astroglide I used just to jack off with since I wasn’t getting fucked by anyone and I wasn’t into using dildos. My feeling has always been that the only thing going up my ass is a real cock. I wasn’t interested in any substitutes because it wasn’t the cock going up my ass that was important to me ‑‑ it was the guy the cock was attached to. Even if it was only a physical attraction. For me, rubber or latex just didn’t make it. It had to be a real cock attached to a real guy or forget it.
“Uhh…I’ve never seen this stuff before. Kyle and me always used KY.”
“Yuck! Not slick enough. This is lots better. Trust me. And it washes off really easy.”
“Whatever you say. You’re the expert. Remember, I haven’t had sex with a guy for over ten years.”
“Well, you don’t seem to have forgotten your skills.”
He grinned, obviously pleased.
“I’d forgotten how really wonderful it is to be with a guy I love.” He leaned down and kissed me gently on the tip of the nose.
I was completely taken aback by this. The sweetness, the tenderness, the almost childlike affection ‑‑ it was, I realized, how I was with Tiger. More importantly, the thought went through my head, So this is what it’s like to be in love. I love this!
“I’ve never known before what that was like,” I said quietly, looking up into his incredibly blue eyes.
“I’m really the first guy you’ve ever loved?”
“Well…actually, no. You’re the first guy I’ve ever loved who I’ve made love to.”
“Who was the other guy? The one you didn’t make love to?” he asked and I detected just a small note of jealousy.
“Tiger.”
“Oh.”
“You are, however, the first guy I’ve ever been ‘in love’ with. Does that count?”
“Oh, fuck yeah. That counts heaps.” He grinned, kissed me quickly on the nose again and began moving down my body until he was between my legs with the bottle of lube in his hand.
I pulled my legs back, giving him complete access to me. He started lubing me up with the Astroglide and soon had three fingers working in and out of me.
“How do you want me?” he asked.
“Soon?” I asked, not understanding his question.
“No, what position? On your back, on your stomach?”
“Just like you are. I want to see your face as you make love to me.”
I was shocked at my use of the term. But it was right. I was about to make love with a man ‑‑ something I had never done before. The freaking logical part of my mind was going a mile a minute, questioning, as always, whether I was really in love with Brian. But all I had to do to know the answer to that was to look up into his face. That other part of me, that part I had never allowed to run things before, the part that felt, knew all too well I was completely head over heels in love with this man.
Brian moved forward, pushing my legs back with his hands and bringing his cock into position against my hole. He leaned over me, resting on his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with so much love it all
but took my breath away. Then I felt the pressure as his cock pushed against my opening and began to slide inside. It had been a while since I’d been fucked and it had been many, many years since I had been fucked raw. In fact, it had been the last time Brandon fucked me before leaving boarding school.
I watched Brian’s face as his cock slid deep inside me. I watched as it slightly scrunched up at the intense feelings he was experiencing. I, too, was experiencing strong feelings: feelings of fullness as his thick cock filled me, feelings of pleasure as it slid against my prostate and feelings of something I’ve never, ever experienced before. It was a feeling of oneness, of being a part of Brian, of Brian being a part of me, of us being joined as one. Nothing had prepared me for this intense emotional and physical feeling. Without being able to control them, my emotions welled up inside of me and the next thing I knew, tears were streaming from my eyes and down the sides of my face.
Brian looked down at me and saw the tears. He stopped all movement and his face looked stricken.
“Tommy! Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just never knew it would feel like this.”
He smiled and leaned down, kissing me gently.
“I’d forgotten as well. Making love to another guy, especially one you’re in love with, is so incredible nothing else even comes close.”
He slowly began to slide his cock in and out of me. The age-old rhythm of love had me moaning from the very start as his cock brushed harder and harder against my prostate, taking me to heights of such intense exhilaration I could barely keep myself from climaxing all too soon.
Along with the building physical sensations, emotional ones were building as well. As Brian fucked me, it was like each thrust drove his love deeper and deeper into me, making itself part of my very essence. Though I had experienced lots of sex in my life ‑‑ some of it quite incredible ‑‑ nothing had ever been like this before. It seemed as if both my balls and heart would burst in orgasm at the same time. My body demanded more and more contact with Brian’s. It was if my body wanted to merge with, blend with, Brian’s body until I lost myself in him. My hands continually moved across his skin, touching everywhere I could reach as my mouth constantly sought his in deeper and more passionate kisses.
The lovemaking, however, was too intense to last all that long. Even though Brian had just gotten off, I could sense he was close to coming again. That was perfectly fine with me as I could feel myself quickly nearing my own release. Brian’s hips were slamming harder and harder into my butt as his cock was sliding faster and faster in and out of me. Suddenly, Brian’s mouth came down hard on mine, his hips slammed into my ass, holding his cock as deep inside me as he could get. I could feel the jerky contractions of his body as he sent bolt after bolt of his seed deep into my bowels. The throbbing of his cock deep inside me set off my orgasm and, without either of us touching me, my cock began to paint both our chests and abdomen with my hot, slimy cum.
We groaned loudly and deeply as we climaxed together. We clutched desperately at each other as if afraid to let go. Our bodies were locked together in the throes of the intense pleasure we had found in our bonding and it was many minutes before our bodies began to relax from the powerful currents that flowed through us.
Finally, more in a desperate need for more oxygen than our deep and passionate kiss would allow, we broke apart and Brian collapsed on me. My arms held him tightly as we both lay there panting with the exertion that our spirited lovemaking had been. Slowly, seeking a more comfortable position, we rolled over onto our sides still not letting go of each other. Our breathing slowed down to a more regular rate and, before I knew it, I was awakened by the sun gleaming through the sheer curtains at the window. Brian and I were still clasped in each other’s arms and I looked at him as he slept.
Is there a more beautiful sight than a male asleep? I can’t think of one. Especially Brian. In so many ways, looking at him as he slept in my arms that morning, I felt I was seeing what he had looked like asleep as a little boy no more than Tiger’s age. I reached up and brushed back a lock of his hair that had fallen over his forehead and, in that moment, my chest and guts clenched from the intense feelings that flowed through me. I, who had thought I would never know what love was like, was suddenly overwhelmed with tender emotions for this beautiful, gentle male lying in my bed. I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, just as he had done to me the night before.
“Mmm…you’re awake early,” he mumbled sleepily, looking at me through half-opened eyes.
“The sun woke me. But I’m usually up early. I like to be up before Tiger has to get up for school. It’s sometimes the only time I get to myself during the day.”
“And now you’ve got me to contend with,” he said, sounding unsure of himself.
“Oh, somehow I feel that’s not going to be a problem at all. Sometimes, being alone can be very lonely. I rather liked waking up and finding a gorgeous hunk in my bed.”
“Hmm? You must need glasses or something. Or you don’t focus well in the morning. I ain’t no hunk,” he grumbled.
“The fuck you’re not! You have not one fucking idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
He looked at me funny, as if he was trying to decide if I was joking or not.
“I’m not beautiful,” he said quietly, looking away in embarrassment as he blushed a deep shade of red.
“Yes, you are. You are the most truly beautiful male I have ever seen or known. You may not be to someone else, but no one else’s opinion matters. Only mine. I’m the one who’s in love with you.”
He looked back at me, smiling sheepishly.
“Nobody’s ever told me I was beautiful before. Didn’t ever expect anybody would.”
“I’d say it was about time somebody did. Just like I think it’s about time I told you how much I love you.”
Brian was much more a man of action rather than words. His only answer to my statement of love was to pull me tightly to him, pressing his mouth hard against mine in a passionate kiss as he rolled us over so he was on top of me once again. My response was to wrap my legs around his waist, giving his morning hard-on a clear shot at my hole which was still lubed with his cum from the night before. Within moments I could feel the blunt knob of his cock pressing against my opening. He pushed forward slowly, allowing me to adjust to him, until he was once again buried inside of me, his balls resting against my butt and his pubic hair pressed up against my hole.
“Fuck! You feel so good inside me,” I murmured.
“And you are so hot, wet, and tight,” he groaned.
His hips began a slow undulation as he gently fucked me. Using my heels against his butt, I pressed him to move faster and harder. He complied, building up a head of steam until he was slamming his cock deep and fast into my guts. I reveled in the feelings as my cock grew harder and harder and leaked precum all over my abs. I knew he was going to make me come; I just hoped he would be able to hang on until I did but I wasn’t sure he could manage it at with the speed and power with which he was fucking me. I decided I would attempt something a little dangerous. I tightened down on my ass muscles, making my chute tighter and bringing it more in contact with his rock hard cock. I knew this would bring him to orgasm faster, but it would have the same effect on me.
He rode me hard and fast and suddenly, I knew I could not hold out any longer. The orgasm seemed to start deep inside me where his cockhead was buried and I could feel it travel up into my balls and finally up the shaft of my cock.
“Ahh, fuck,” I groaned, trying to keep from screaming and waking Tiger.
It seems the additional tightening of my hole as I began to orgasm was all it took for Brian as well, for as my load began to shoot out over our bodies I heard a deep groan from him and I could feel his cock twitch as it began discharging his essence inside of me. Our mouths locked and we groaned into each other as our orgasms peaked.
All good things, however, must come to an end and finally Brian once
again collapsed on top of me, panting and sweating. I, too, was in the same condition, lying there under him. I don’t know how long we would have lain there but, suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door.
“Oh, my God! It’s Tiger,” I whispered frantically.
Brian quickly rose up and moved off of me. We both reached down and pulled the covers up to cover our nakedness.
“Come in,” I called.
Tiger poked his little head around the door and appeared to be about to say something when he saw Brian sitting up in bed with me. His eyes went the size of silver dollars at the sight. His mouth went into a huge grin and he started running and hopped up onto the end of the bed, sitting down between our legs on top of the covers.
“You did sleep over,” he exclaimed to Brian.
“Yes, Tiger, I did. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Heck, no. I wish you’d sleep over all the time.”
We both stared at Tiger in shock and then at each other.
“Why do you wish that?” turning back, I asked Tiger.
“Because when Brian’s around, you smile all the time, Daddy. Are you two going to Massachusetts?”
“Massachusetts?” Brian asked, looking at me questioningly.
“No, Tiger, we’re not going to Massachusetts. At least not yet,” I said, with some exasperation in my tone.
“What’s this about Massachusetts?” Brian asked again.
“Uhh…well…” I stuttered.
“That’s where two boys can get married,” Tiger informed Brian.
“Oh, really?” Brian asked, looking at me.
“Tiger has this idea we’re going to get married.”
“Oh, and just where did he get that idea?” Brian asked, grinning at me.
“It wasn’t from me. It seems Tiger has a friend who has two dads and they went to Massachusetts and got married. Tiger had already figured out I liked males so he just worked out I’d eventually find someone and go to Massachusetts, too. Then, when I had dinner with you the other night, he decided you would be the one.”
“But how did he come to that conclusion?” Brian asked, mystified.
“Because Daddy never goes out with anybody! ’Specially not a client,” Tiger responded.
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