My Real Boyfriend
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Once atop of him, my weight threatened to crush the breath from his lungs as our bodies touched and, with our cocks scraping through our shorts, we rubbed against each other.
After a while, our mouths still touching, Gus voiced his need. “Naked... no clothes.”
The promise of bare flesh lent a sense of real urgency as we fought to shed our shorts and t-shirts quickly. This time, our positions were reversed with Gus on top.
“Your cock feels good,” Gus commented as he began rubbing his body against mine.
Wrapping my arms around Gus proved to be a good way of ensuring he didn’t fall off as our bare skin, already slick with sweat, glided and rubbed, chest to chest, cock to cock. From the way Gus started to pant and moan, I suspected he might not last too long. No matter—I knew I wouldn’t be far behind him.
“Close,” Gus gasped.
For the first time in my life, I rode a wave of new sensations, unleashed and unchecked. Together, our flesh writhed and pressed to become a single entity, groans and cries blending into one beautiful harmony. “Me... same... please...” I begged him.
Gus changed his angle slightly, our leaking cocks lubricating the glide and arousing a range of fresh sensations. “Need it bad, Gus.”
Barely had the words left my mouth than I felt a surge and the spurt of hot seed as we came together in a single delicious moment. Tremors wracked my body, massive aftershocks that had me clinging to Gus as a drowning man to his life raft. Exhausted, I rested my head on his chest, content to inhale our sweaty musk, overcome and intoxicated with a new feeling of having arrived at a place where I was always meant to be.
“Thank you, Gus,” I mumbled, lazy and not wanting to move. We must have slept because when we woke the next morning, our bodies coated with the dried evidence of our lovemaking and our stale morning breaths, neither proved enough of a deterrent to our need for morning kisses.
“We could mess around a bit before we get up if you like.” I made my helpful suggestion and saw that Gus appeared enthusiastic about it. However, before we could do anything the bedroom door burst open and Elmo stood there, his expression filled with disdain.
“Shit... you actually screwed him to have a go at me.”
Neither Gus or I, still entwined and as naked as the day we were born, attempted to separate. The fact that it was mutual filled me with unaccustomed confidence. Enough of it to deal with my arsehole cousin. “You’ve had your night, Elmo. Now you can find a place or go home to your mummy and daddy, because there’s no room for you here.”
“You don’t frigging mean that,” he whined.
“Don’t I?” I chuckled to myself and then kissed Gus’ deliciously hairy chest. “The codes on the locks will be changed today, so don’t bother to try, cousin. My boyfriend and I will want to be alone.”
I barely registered Elmo slamming the door and leaving. I knew I didn’t need him and had taken a big step forward in dealing with my condition.
“You can be really butch when you want to be,” Gus teased me, but his humour contained something extra.
“Are you going to teach me more about sex?” I inquired.
“If you want me to.”
“Oh, Gus, I definitely want you to. Maybe I could even have a lesson now... you think so?”
“I know so, baby.” Moments later, Gus sat astride me and had my arms pinned above my head to hold me captive. “Is this what you had in mind?” he growled.
“Oh yeah, Gus... exactly.” I had a feeling that there would be a lot more to our lovemaking than rubbing off. “I have one more question, though, Gus.” My serious tone stopped him cold.
“Tell me.” His eyes were riveted to mine as he asked, “What?”
Call it nervous hesitation, but it took me a few seconds to compose myself. I drew a deep breath and nervously asked him, “Will you be my real boyfriend, Gus?”
“Oh, baby...” Gus trembled a little as our mouths touched and we exchanged a sweet kiss that said it all. However, just in case there was any doubt left, he said, “I can’t think of anything I would like better, Ed.” And we kissed again.
About the Author
Introduced to books at an early age, Val Francis has always been a compulsive reader. Even as a child, Val would be hiding under the bedsheet with a torch, reading instead of going to sleep. These days, living on the Gold Coast in Australia, there is finally time to sit in front of a keyboard and bring to the page some of the characters that have been living inside Val’s head. After all, characters in stories should be entitled to their own lives, shouldn’t they? When not writing, Val and partner will mostly be found with their dog, Barney, taking long walks by the ocean.
If you would like to read more about Ed, Gus & Cousin Elmo, Val would love to hear from you.
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