by M. C. Adams
Oh.
Klein must sense how I’m feeling immediately, because he adds: ‘ Or… you could take me to another vegan place? Those burgers were delicious. And I’m really interested in the eco-friendly side to veganism. I’m beginning to think it’s something I should seriously look into.’
I look at him, puzzled, smiling. ‘You know I’m not vegan, right? Gotta maintain my physique, and there’s only so many beans a man can eat. You don’t need to impress me. ’
‘I know that. I’m just… finding out what matters to me.’
‘Well, there is one place I’ve been meaning to try out…’ I say, as we step out of the taxi. ‘It’s not vegan though. It’s Persian. Mainly kebabs.’
‘Kebabs? Oh goodness. We really are taking each other outside of our comfort zones, aren’t we?’ Klein laughs. ‘But heck yes, I’m game. Let’s do it. I’ll try anything once.’
‘Anything?’ I ask, arching my brow. I can’t help myself. I love watching Klein squirm and blush.
But this time, his cheeks don’t even go slightly pink. His blue eyes look back at me, unblinking. ‘Within reason,’ he says. ‘Yes. Anything.’
He pays the driver and I grab the bags, walking up to his front gates, and that’s the moment I drop everything I’m holding and yell. ‘What the fuck?’
Klein turns, and when he sees what I’m looking at, his hand flies up to his mouth. ‘No! What have they done?’
Right there, written in pink spray-paint on the sandstone columns of the front gate, it says, in huge letters: ‘FAG HOUSE’.
‘What the actual fuck?’ I say, spitting at the ground. ‘What fucking wanker did this?’
Klein rubs at the letters with his hand, probably hoping it’s chalk or something, but it’s definitely not. It’s gonna take a lot of paint-stripper and hard graft to erase that.
‘My house,’ Klein says, beginning to sob. ‘My home. Who would do this to my home? For everyone to see. Oh god. The neighbours. What will they think? Oh no.’
‘Are you more worried about your sandstone, or the fact that people might think you’re homosexual?’ I ask, scowling. ‘I mean, you just MARRIED A MAN YESTERDAY.’ I can’t help it; I shout those words at the top of my lungs.
Klein cries out and puts his key fob against the entry pad, opening the gates and ushering me in. ‘Get inside. Stop shouting like that. I need to think.’
We go into the house, and Klein paces around the hallway. ‘How do they know about the wedding? I haven’t told anyone yet. Is Charlotte spying on me?’
‘I’m gonna get revenge on this prick,’ I say. ‘You’ve suffered enough, Klein. Besides, on a personal level, I can't have this shit happening again. I won't be victimised. And nor will you. Besides, you're not even really gay.’
Suddenly, Klein whips around to face me. ‘Was it you? Did you let it slip to someone? Or did you go blabbing about it to one of your “mates”?’
‘You asked me not to tell anyone,’ I say quietly. ‘So I didn’t tell a soul.’
Klein looks at me as if he’s about to hit me. He’s breathing so heavily, so rapidly, that his chest is rising and falling beneath his thin grey jumper. I’ve never seen him look like this before. He always seems in control, even when he’s a little embarrassed or awkward or whatever. Now, his animal side has come out. His blue eyes have taken on a much darker quality, as if clouds are passing over them. He raises his arms, and I duck out of the way, fully expecting a blow to the cheek.
But his hand doesn’t reach out to hurt me.
It pulls me towards him. Like that night at the club, when he wanted me to dance with him.
Now, though, there’s no music…
His body presses up against mine, hot and panting and anxious, and he says into my ear: ‘I believe you.’
I swallow. I can smell him now. Strawberries and vanilla ice-cream. ‘Would you like me to call the police again, or go and fetch some paint-stripper?’ I ask nervously.
Klein draws his tongue across his lower lip, and then shakes his head.
‘There’s no rush,’ he says. ‘Now I come to think about it, so what if this is a Fag House? Why should I be embarrassed about that? There’s no shame in being gay.’
‘No,’ I say softly. ‘There isn’t.’
‘Kiss me,’ Klein whispers. ‘Before I change my mind.’
7
KLEIN
* * *
The moment his lips touch mine, it’s like nothing else I’ve ever felt before.
The first thing I notice is the softness. Just as soft as a woman’s, really — not the rough experience I’d been expecting. But around those lips, that hard stubble, such a contrast, such an exciting, scratchy rush of sensation. It’s the same as kissing a woman, but at the same time, it’s nothing like it.
Then I notice how big his lips are. How generous. Charlotte’s lips were so much smaller than mine, and they always felt like they were mean. I always felt a little like I had to be careful with her, because she was so delicate, like I had to avoid suffocating her or something. This though, is like kissing an equal. As our lips and tongues get to know each other, it’s like we were just made for each other.
Next, of course, there’s the taste. Even before he puts his tongue in my mouth, I can tell how fresh he tastes. Toothpaste and jasmine. Not cigarettes and stale coffee like Charlotte.
His technique, too… pushing his tongue so tentatively between my lips at first, checking I’m okay with the situation, waiting for me to respond, to let him know he should continue. It’s more polite than I’d expected, but at the same time, I know that he’s getting exactly what he wants from me. I can feel his desire in every movement.
When my tongue seeks out his, he teases it a little, flicking the tip against mine a couple of times, before probing deeply and powerfully.
His hands move down my back, sliding into my jeans pockets and pulling me in even closer. I’m a little taller than him, but not so tall that I can’t feel our groins pushing against one another’s, and his hard chest pushing into mine.
I return his kiss, harder than ever, our tongues exploring each other with a hungry fervour, as though we’ve been desperate to do this since the moment we first met — and perhaps we have.
Until now, I’ve been trying to block it out, to push away the thought that I might actually want to get close to Hunter in this way… but now, I can’t hold back any more.
My hands are on his hips, holding on to his beautiful, curvaceous form, and then I grow braver, moving my fingers further down, touching his bottom like he’s touching mine. He feels so good. So solid, and there’s so much of him to grab onto. Not like my slight ex-wife, who had a tiny frame and feminine softness. I shouldn’t keep comparing Hunter to her, I know, but she’s all I’ve known for so long now. This, with Hunter, just feels so different, so refreshing to me, that it’s almost overwhelming.
Hunter pulls his lips away from me now, and I feel an instant pang of terror that he’s going to say he’s changed his mind — that this is all some dumb mistake. But instead, he says, in a strange gruff voice, ‘I’m going to make you come now. Harder than you’ve ever come in your life. Where would you like me to do it?’
‘Where…?’
‘You designed this house. Which room is your favourite?’
‘Well… I… I’ve only ever done it in the bedroom,’ I say shyly.
Hunter gives me a wicked smile. ‘Okay. Home cinema it is, then.’
He takes me by the hand and leads me into my dark, private, movie theatre, and flicks on the aisle lights.
‘I, uh, I’ve never done this, Hunter. So I’m not sure what I need to do… And I’m a bit nervous about doing this… you know, being touched down there…by a guy…’
Why are you saying these things, Klein? Are you trying to put him off?
‘It’s okay,’ Hunter says. ‘It’s only natural to be nervous. But you’re with me. Your own personal bodyguard, remember? I’m here to make you feel safe. Alrig
ht?’
He pulls me close to him and leans towards me, kissing my neck and gently biting my earlobe.
‘Between you and me,’ he whispers into my ear, ‘I just love touching a man down there. Touching with my hands, and with my lips. I can’t wait to taste you and make you mine.’
He pulls me into an aisle, and sits me down on an aisle seat.
‘Now, you just relax, and enjoy the movie,’ Hunter says, hopping over the back of the seat next to me and sitting beside me.
‘We’re not watching anything, though,’ I say quietly.
Hunter smiles. ‘I’m watching something, alright.’
He pulls me towards him and kisses me again, starting softly, and then building, building, until his warm mouth makes me start to feel like I’m on fire. My whole body is burning up, desperate to be touched by him. I feel like a naughty teenager at the cinema, making out on the back row on a first date. The low lighting in here makes me start to feel bolder, and I sink my teeth down gently on Hunter’s lower lip, giving it a gentle suck.
‘Oh, you like it like that, do you?’ asks Hunter.
He growls and bites down on my cheek, not too hard, but hard enough that I feel the imprint of his teeth even after they’ve moved away. He laughs, and I laugh too, but even though we’re being playful, I sense that we’re figuring each other out. He’s letting me know that if I want him to play rough with me, he’s game.
And I think I’m game too.
His hands slide beneath my jumper now, working their way up over my skin. I feel his strong fingers exploring my body, brushing ever so lightly over my nipples, making them puckered and hard, desperate to be touched again.
‘Mmm,’ Hunter moans. ‘You feel fucking incredible. I can’t wait to properly taste you.’
Why is it that everything this man says sounds so fucking sexy? Maybe it’s because of the intensity of his eyes. Maybe it’s his cheeky smile. Maybe it’s just because he sounds like he really means it, that he can’t help but be honest when he’s feeling this damn horny.
‘Raise your arms,’ Hunter instructs me.
I do as he says, and he pulls my jumper up over my head. Before he pulls it all the way off, though, he pauses.
‘It’s like a blindfold,’ he whispers, and I feel his breath over my chest. His fingers stroke my skin and his mouth kisses my clavicle, my chest, and then, his mouth moves onto my nipple. He brushes his lips lightly over the nipple, making it even more erect, and then he kisses me, licking and sucking me as his hand strokes and massages my flank. No-one has ever touched me like this — man or woman — and it’s making me feel things I didn’t know were possible. I feel vulnerable, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel as though there’s any burden of performance on me. And it’s sexy as hell.
‘That feels so good,’ I whisper, noticing that even though it’s warm in here, I’m shivering.
Hunter stops kissing me. ‘You’re not cold, are you?’
‘No,’ I tell him. ‘I’m just excited.’
I feel a warm hand, suddenly pushing against the fast hardening lump at my crotch.
‘That much I can tell,’ he grunts, then his hand shifts away. ‘I want you to be able to see what I’m doing to you,’ he says, pulling my jumper over my head, and kissing my chest once more, his green eyes looking up at me every now and then, so sparkling and dark and suggestive, against the dark black of his hair.
While he kisses me, his hand begins moving downwards. I fidget excitedly in my chair, until finally, I feel his hands again on my fly. He undoes the button, and runs his fingertips under my slightly-open jeans, touching my briefs and making me gasp. Then he undoes the zip so that my jeans fall wide open for him.
‘Mmm. Tight undies too,’ Hunter says, kissing my neck, and then biting down on my shoulder. ‘Very nice. Nice to see the way your cock’s bulging up against them.’
He strokes the waistband of the briefs, letting me feel his hands so close to me, but still not touching. I should feel vulnerable, with a man so close to my dick, so close to revealing me to him. But I don’t. This feels like the most natural, amazing thing that’s ever happened to me. As if if was meant to be…
His fingers delve further down, all the way to the fabric between my thighs, and I notice how hard I am down there now. My cock strains and pulses upwards and out, yearning for Hunter’s touch.
‘You feel so good,’ Hunter murmurs. ‘Such a pretty boy, aren’t you?’
He pulls the band of my briefs down all of a sudden, making me gasp as I’m completely exposed down there. My dick bobs up, springing away from my body, free and entirely aroused. Hunter wastes no time in exploring me with his fingers. First he strokes my shaft, up and down, getting to know the shape of me.
I wish I’d trimmed, or something — whatever it is guys are meant to do down there — but he seems to enjoy my blonde hair, curling it around his fingers every now and then, tugging at it, before his hand grips me some more.
‘You’ve got a beautiful fucking cock,’ says Hunter. ‘And it’s hard as fuck. That’s a very good sign.’
‘I… I don’t normally get this hard…’ I whisper. It’s true. I always assumed I had a kind of problem. That my cock didn’t work right. I never normally get fully hard until I was halfway through sex, and then it’s only because I’d zoned out and come up with my own alternative mental fantasy. Now, I’m fully here, one-hundred percent, and I’m rigid.
Hunter licks his fingers with his long, powerful tongue. Then he slips those wet fingers over my trembling cock, and it feels like I’m plunging deep into something. ‘Keep watching. Don’t look away.’
‘Oh,’ I gasp. ‘Oh my god.’
‘You okay?’
‘Mmm-hmmm. I just feel like I might burst.’
Hunter laughs softly. ‘That’s okay. Bursting is allowed. Bursting is encouraged.’
His hand totally engulfs me, and I feel precum dribble from my cock’s tip as he rhythmically massages me with his strong, insistent hand. It’s the way he moves his hand that’s special, as though he knows exactly the way to touch me to make me feel nuts, out of control.
His fingers move so quickly and with such skill that it’s almost as though they’re vibrating around me.
‘I want you to trust me,’ he says. ‘Because I’m going to show you things that can seem shocking at first. But believe me when I say, you’re gonna fucking love it.’
I nod, breathless, my gaze not leaving his for a moment.
His other hand, wet with spit, gently nudges my perineum — that sensitive place between my balls and my bum — and as it does, little bursts of electricity shoot around my body. Fuck. I didn’t even know I could get like this.
There’s a beat, a moment’s pause, and then, he slides a finger into me, up between my cheeks, pushing into the warmth of my body, making me gasp with surprise, making me pant with pleasure.
To my surprise, I don’t pull away. Don’t scream or shout. I give in to the new sensation, trusting Hunter, just as he asked me to.
Hunter’s finger dips back inside me now, sliding all the way in and then curving around so that I feel him touching a part of me that I never even knew existed. When he starts beckoning while he pumps me with his other hand, it really does feel as though I’m about to explode. I feel a great pressure building in my thighs, in my bottom, in my balls, in my stomach, in my chest, as if every part of me has become a churning, ferocious river, ready to burst its banks.
As Hunter strokes and applies pressure to my ass, his other hands pumps faster over my cock, causing me to feel so much pleasure that I can’t hold anything in.
‘Fuck!’ I shout out. ‘Fucking fuck!’
‘That’s it,’ says Hunter. ‘Just let it all go, Klein. Surrender to me. Let go.’
I begin making this strange, rumbling noise through my closed lips. It slowly gets higher-pitched, as I feel everything in me growing, building, resisting… growing, building, resisting…
‘Open your
mouth,’ Hunter urges. ‘Let it out. Make noise. Go fucking mad.’
I open my lips and cry out, as Hunter’s hand moves faster still, pressing that spot in my ass, jerking me off, and I just can’t take it any more. I’m so worked up, I almost think I might have a heart attack and drop dead. I grip the arms of the chair and I yell so loudly that I don’t recognise my own voice. It’s not words, either, it’s just white noise, as the river I’ve been containing in my body for so many years bursts open, violently and explosively, and I feel it gush out of me, all over Hunter’s hand and the seat beneath me.
‘Fuck,’ I pant, overcome by emotion, completely spent, raw.
I hold Hunter tight, burying myself in his warmth, and then something completely unexpected happens.
I begin to cry.
I take huge, gulping gasps, my shoulders shaking, as I let go for a second time, but in a completely different way now.
‘Are you okay?’ Hunter asks, stroking my hair.
‘All these years,’ I say, choking out tears. ‘All these years I’ve lied to myself. I knew it really. I knew it deep down.’
‘It’s alright,’ says Hunter, holding me tight. ‘You’re okay. You’ll be okay. You’re with me now.’
I wipe my eyes, laughing and crying at the same time. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say, ‘that’s insane, isn’t it? The best orgasm of my life, and I become a snivelling mess afterwards? I’m just… happy… overwhelmed… regretful of all that time I wasted… all the mistakes I made…’
I look at Hunter, gazing deep into his eyes. ‘Thank you,’ I tell him. ‘Now, please let me return the favour.’
Hunter smiles, nuzzling my nose with his, then he kisses me on the lips. ‘You know what?’ he says. ‘There’s a lot for you to process here. We’re in no rush. Let’s take our time. I’m desperate to try out more things with you. Believe me. I practically came just touching you then. It was fucking hot as fuck. You’re amazing. I want to put my mouth on that magnificent fucking cock as soon as I possibly can. But… we’ve got all the time in the world. Let’s take a break. How about a naked swim? Then we could even watch a movie? A real movie? And how about we get that Persian food I was talking about? Only we could get takeaway. And eat it right here, in the nude. We’ll take things slow, though. I want you to feel in control.’
