Sex in the Sky

Sometimes it’s been so long since you’ve felt good, you can’t even remember what it was like. I didn’t know when I started feeling this bad, but it must’ve happened a long time ago, when I wasn’t paying attention, mired deep in a bad relationship in a city seven hours away from my small-town home. I didn’t even know how miserable I’d actually been until this moment, when Louis Welch and I were holding each other in the back seat of my dad’s old Shelby 500 GT that had been sitting under a tarp in the garage for almost 20 years, after mind-blowing, surprising sex that came from nowhere and just exploded between us.

For a long time we said nothing. I just lay there with my cheek on his chest, my hand on his bicep, thinking how good I felt. I thought I was miserable about getting dumped and losing my job and having to move home to my brother’s basement, but actually I wasn’t miserable at all. There was nothing complicated about it: I was happy. In just about an hour Louis Welch had turned everything that had been happening in my life from bad to good. If I hadn’t lost my job, if that dick Marc hadn’t kicked me out, I never would have come home. I never would have turned to Louis and kissed him in my brother’s auto shop and it never would have led to this.

All these years I’d known Louis, since the sixth grade, when he started coming over to our house to spend the night with my brother Andy. We’d eat cereal and watch Saturday morning wrestling on the living room floor. Andy was the popular one, always surrounded by crowds of friends, and I was weird little brother everybody picked on. Only Louis was ever nice to me. I angled my head up from his chest and looked up at him amazement; I couldn’t believe what had just happened between us. Louis Welch, after all this time, I didn’t really know him at all.

He noticed me looking at him and smiled, pushing back his long, wavy brown hair, falling out of its ponytail in the aftermath of our wild, hot sex. God, he was so cute. “It’s getting cold in here.”

“Yeah.” The sweat was drying on our skin and I pulled up my pants and zipped them. “Want to go in the house?”

“Where’s Andy?” he hesitated.

“Took the kids to a classic car show at the state fairgrounds. They won’t be back until tomorrow.” I grinned as his face lit up, realizing what this meant. We had the whole house to ourselves all night. “You hungry?”

“Hell yes.” We were both a little stoned and I had the major munchies. We giggled like kids as we pulled on our jackets and gathered up our come-stained t-shirts we’d used to wipe up the back seat; but there was nothing we could do about the back windshield of the car that I’d cracked with the cast on my arm in a moment of passion. Andy was going to be pissed off and I’d have to pay for a new one, but right now it was hilarious.

“Shit, that was good weed, Louis,” I said, stumbling a little, grinning like an idiot.

“I know,” he answered smugly. We pulled the tarp back over the Mustang and locked the door behind us. While we were getting it on, the sky had turned black and rain slanted down in torrents. Before it started, Louis had walked down the gravel drive from the house instead of driving his car when he came down to the garage looking for me, so we were forced to make a mad dash through the cold rain, holding hands. When we got up to the door we were both soaked to the skin, our teeth chattering as we stripped off our dripping jackets and shoes in Andy’s kitchen; despite the cold, we were making out. As we kissed I kept my eyes open. I wanted to see him. How could I never have seen before how sexy he was? Some of Andy’s other friends were hot, I used to have a big crush on this guy Eric, but I’d never thought of Louis that way. Even with his long hair wet and matted down from the rain, and that scruffy little beard, he still had the same cute smile I remembered through the years. He always smiled at me, always asked me how I was doing. What might have happened if I’d noticed him years ago?

My hands slid over his cold, wet bare stomach down to his jeans, where my fingers worked the top button. “Let’s get these wet clothes off before you catch your death.”

“Yeah, I could really use a hot shower,” he answered, and I backed off, a little hurt.

“Okay, I’ll go find you some dry clothes.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Louis caught me and pulled me back to him. “I meant both of us, Sean.”

“I can’t take a shower. I can’t get this cast wet,” I reminded him.

“Don’t worry about that. You go get some towels and some dry clothes and come back upstairs. Go,” he smacked my butt and I went downstairs to my room to find us both some clothes. Louis was a little taller than me, but my clothes would fit him, so after digging t-shirts and track pants out of one of the piles I went back upstairs at a run.A few years ago Andy spent a lot of money remodeling the master bedroom, adding on a huge bathroom and walk-in closet to please his ex-wife, who wanted everything to be more and better than what Andy could afford. With Louis’ help he’d installed a huge double Jacuzzi, surrounded in gorgeous tile, with a separate shower. Andy only took showers and the kids had a separate bathroom in the hallway when they came on weekends, so since the bitch left the tub was just sitting empty and unused, except as a hamper for Andy’s dirty laundry.

When I went through my brother’s room I could hear the water running in the tub. Louis had cleared out all the dirty clothes and found some bubble bath under the sink that Lindsey had left behind, and he was sitting on the edge of the tub still in his wet jeans, lighting the dusty candles she’d put there that Andy never bothered to get rid of. Looking up, he smiled while I stood staring at what he’d done, touched.

“All this for me?” I whispered. Nobody had ever gone to any trouble like this for me before. It was so romantic, a funny feeling spread over me. Funny as in scary. Especially when I saw his brown eyes looking up at me, his long wet hair hanging free against his cheek, grinning, and my stomach dropped like on the sudden descent of a roller coaster.

“Get in.”

There was no way to refuse such an offer. I shyly peeled off my wet jeans and slid into the big tub. The water was hot, warming up my cold feet, and the bubbles closed around my neck like pillowy clouds. There was more than enough room for two people; I watched Louis stand up to take off his pants. In the Mustang’s tiny back seat, with my back to him– getting fucked by him– I really didn’t have a chance to look him over. Naked and beautiful, with slender hips and belly, lean, not cut like my cousin Nick, with soft light brown hair skimming his chest and down over his stomach. Gorgeous cock, perfect, big enough to make my ass a little sore; but it was a good soreness, reminding me how he filled me up. He got in way at the other end of the tub and we faced each other, our outer thighs pressed together under the hot water, while the jets came on and swirled the hot water around us like a boiling cauldron, humming low and steady.

“That feels good.” Closing his eyes, Louis sighed and sank back into the foam, his head tipping back against the tiles.

Questions raced through my brain, but they seemed lodged in my throat. Usually I talk and talk; I rarely ever shut up. But for the first time in my life I was speechless. I really liked Louis, more than I had liked anyone in a very long time. This terrified me. I had to be careful. I didn’t want to get hurt, but I hadn’t felt this way since…. Well, I didn’t even like to remember that far back. Being with Louis wasn’t like being with someone new, where you’re constantly worrying about the impression you’re making, and going through the tedious getting-to-know-you stage, “Hey, that’s my favorite Chili Peppers album too,” kind of shit. It felt like just catching up. He knew me, he knew my family as well as I did. He even knew my dad…

“So, did you come over here today to fuck me?” I finally said, going all the way to cynical, protecting myself. When I found myself caring, I got scared and I tried to push people away. I knew it. Maybe that was why I found myself in rotten relationships with people I didn’t really love. I didn’t love them so they couldn’t hurt me. I was safe behind my impenetrable walls.

Louis laughed with his eyes closed. The way he looked, sexy and relaxed, made me start to get a hard-on again, even though I hadn’t fully recovered from our passionate explosion in the back seat. I could fall for him, I realized with a sudden sick feeling. I’d known him practically my whole life; he was a part of my life already. It wouldn’t take much for him to get into my heart, my soul.

“I came over here to smoke some weed with your brother; I didn’t know he’d be out of town. But I saw he wasn’t here so I found you playing with yourself. The rest is history.”

Run, my every instinct told me. Run far, run fast. Around this time, I usually started acting like an asshole, doing something to screw things up and sabotage my chances with someone I actually might like. I don’t know why I did it, but the story was always the same. However, I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I managed to remind myself how good I felt when I was with him, and I laughed slightly and let some of my fear slip away. My questions– was he gay, was he just fucking around with my emotions– weren’t that important. I wasn’t going to marry the guy. Why ask a lot of questions he might not be ready to answer? Louis didn’t have to tear my walls down; he was already there, behind them, before they even existed. Why not, for once in my life, just enjoy the moment?

“Can you help me wash my hair?” I asked softly. “It’s hard to do with one hand.”

“Sure, come over here.”

Under the billows of white foam I slid over to him, between his thighs, my back to his chest. The insides of his legs brushed my hips, enclosing me. My shoulders were tense as he turned the sprayer on; I closed my eyes and bit by bit I relaxed as the warm water flowed over my hair, down my face and my neck. Louis’ hands were so soothing, lathering up my hair, rubbing my temples, that I found myself leaning back against his chest while he soaped me up with long, slow strokes, over my head and my neck. Under the water my left arm was draped over his thigh and my right one was carefully propped up on the edge of the tub. Never in my life had I felt so good… so at ease, so perfectly in tune with someone. This was something I’d always longed for but had always been afraid of, this closeness. Now that I tasted it for the first time, I was scared, but I stayed exactly where I was.

“Rinse.”

His voice was in my ear, soft and simple. His hands, the way he touched me as he rinsed out all the soap, careful to keep it out of my eyes, melted me completely; I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. My head fell back onto his shoulder as his hands slid down over my chest. I could feel his prick hardening against my lower back, and even as I responded the same way, I didn’t move. For once, I let go of my need to be in control. I just wanted to feel his touch.

Slowly, he soaped me up all over with a big sea sponge that was both soft and scratchy. I lay limp against his chest, sprawled out, eyes half closed while his fingers traced my skin, every inch of me, and his lips brushed the back of my neck and my shoulders, tongue swirling through the drops of water that clung to me from the sprayer. The back of my neck is a major erogenous zone for me and in an instant I went from relaxed and limp to electrified. Twisting my neck, I hungrily caught his mouth with mine and filled it with my tongue. A little moan came up in the back of my throat when I tasted his mouth, he tasted so good, I wanted to taste all of him.

“We really need to get out of this tub,” Louis whispered, a millimeter away from my lips. “Before we slip and break your other arm.”

I groaned. “Yeah, I wouldn’t like to explain this to the rescue squad.” Reluctantly, I pulled my body from its place between his thighs, where it felt so perfect. We dried each other off with towels and our tongues, steaming up the mirrors, till we were aching for each other. What was it about Louis? When we were together, when I was touching him and he was touching me, I totally lost my head; I didn’t think about what I was saying or doing, I didn’t censor anything. My need for him drove me to do and say things I never would have allowed myself to do with anyone else, I was always so worried about saying too much or looking foolish, but with Louis I was completely wild and abandoned and it scared the hell out of me, but it also thrilled me in a way I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

We groped each other urgently, moving together, our mouths locked. There was no time to go all the way downstairs to my room. My brother made his bed every morning, so I threw down a towel over his comforter and dropped to his bed, pulling Louis with me, above me so that his body pressed against mine, his hard cock throbbing against me. He grinned down at me, laughing while I pawed at him, biting on his neck.

“Your brother would shit if he knew.”

“He never fucks anybody on this bed so somebody needs to.”

Grabbing him, I locked my legs around his hips and pulled him down, kissing him desperately; but this time, Louis did not give in to my need for speed. He pulled back deliberately, gently pushing my arms down to my brother’s mattress and holding them there, gazing down at me with his dark eyes, a little smile playing on his lips.

“Not so fast, Sean.”

“God, I love it when you say my name…”

“Sean.” He licked my nipples, torturously slow. He said my name again, and again while his tongue grazed my collarbone, down between my pecs, over my stomach and darted into my bellybutton, making me scream out. Always before I was quiet and collected in bed. One part of me always held back, watching myself with a critical eye, always staying in control. But not now. My control was in shreds and I almost sobbed as he swirled his tongue over my sensitive lower belly and into my blonde pubic hair. His breath was hot, whispering across the head of my cock.

“Louis, stop.” I whimpered.

I caught his head in my hands before his flicking tongue found my balls. I couldn’t stand it, it was just too intense. When I opened my eyes a peep I saw him looking up at me questioningly and I forced a smile to release some of the tension I felt. I was all ready to say something clever and witty, but the way he was looking up into my eyes, like he could see past them and into my soul where all my fear crowded, made my mouth go dry and I couldn’t speak. Instead, Louis rose up above me and brought his lips down to mine and kissed me, slowly and tenderly.

In that moment, that kiss, I was lost. My love was a little bottle inside me, and it broke and my insides were slowly filled with a liquid seeping through my veins, from the middle of my chest all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. It was too late to run. One moment I was teetering on the brink and the next I fell over the side, I fell completely and totally in love with Louis. I almost stopped breathing and I was scared to even look at him for fear he’d see it reflected in my eyes.

I couldn’t tell him how I felt, but I could show him. Gently I placed my hands on his chest and eased him off me, down to his back, his head on my brother’s pillow. As I kissed my way down his stomach, teasing his nipples with my tongue, I closed my eyes and breathed in. Clean and soapy, sweet, punctuating the funky smell of my brother’s room, incense and dope smoke and dirty clothes; Louis’ hands were on my shoulders, then sliding up over my neck and through my damp hair in a gesture that seemed almost more intimate than what I was doing to him. My tongue circled the plump, juicy head of his prick and moved it forward, burying it. I felt him jerk and gasp in a little breath.

I knew what that little gasp meant; I remembered making that sound myself the first time a guy’s mouth hot, wet closed around my cock, a sound of need, mixed with shock at the intensity of the pleasure. I couldn’t help but smile as I slid my palm up over his stomach reassuringly. Back arched, head thrown back on the pillow, he clutched handfuls of the bedspread with his fingers. Tremors passed through him under my hands. Everything that had happened today was all new to him and that made me incredibly hot. I loved him, I wanted to share everything with him, I wanted to make him feel so good he couldn’t stand it.

It was different when you loved the person attached to the cock. I wanted to give him a blow job he’d never forget, and so instead of pushing it, trying to get it over with as soon as possible before my jaw started to hurt, I took my time. I let the head rest against the roof of my mouth like a big ripe plum while my tongue flicked over the thick rim and down the shaft. I loved that little flare around the head, that soft, soft velvety skin, his soapy scent, and the low, throaty growl he made while his hand came down and rested in my hair. He didn’t hold my head to thrust deeper into my mouth; I hate that, it’s so rude. No, Louis just gently ran his fingers through my hair, drying into a stringy blonde mess. With my right hand, the one in the cast, I reached up and touched his arm lovingly.

“Oh, Sean. Oh my God.”

His whole body jerked when I pushed my tongue down into the slit at the tip of his cock. I could tell by the way his balls tightened he was about to come, so I eased off, letting him relax, catch his breath. Then I performed a little test that separated the men from the boys. It was a sure way to find out if I was dealing with someone who was only playing, or someone who really wanted it. I started to pick up the pace and the intensity of my thrusts, taking him deeper, and then I pulled back and let my hand take over while running my tongue down over his balls, under them, and into his butt crack. My tongue slicked back the little hairs until it found his tight, virgin asshole, so cute, so sexy, untouched till now.

“Oh God, Jesus Christ.” Louis’ whole body jumped. I pulled away a bit, smiling.

“No praying allowed.”

Now was the time for him to stop me, if he was going to. This was the point of no return, the line in the dust no straight man would step over. I even waited a second, giving him time to think it over. But he did not stop me; in fact he wriggled his hips forward, closer to me, lifting his leg slightly to allow me better access, and so eagerly I explored the pinkish, puckered little hole with my tongue, gently probing, while Louis lay against the bed frozen in pleasure, breathing in shallow, surprised gasps. The passage was tight, but not clenched. Gradually I felt it relax and I stiffened my tongue and ever so gently slid it past the ring of muscle and into his ass. Slowly I moved it in and out and as a deep shudder went through him and he let out a low, desperate moan in the back of his throat, just hearing it like that and feeling his excitement almost undid me.

The darting motion of my tongue was too much for him and he was getting close, too close; I wanted him to come, but not like this, it wasn’t time. I stopped, pulling away.

“Hold that thought.”

Leaving Louis naked and panting on my brother’s bed, I jumped up and went for the bathroom, where I had strategically noticed earlier a little jar of Vaseline on one of the shelves. His eyes widened when he saw it, I know what he thought I was going to do with it, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. Not now. I wanted to feel him inside me, to fill me up the way he did in the garage, fully and completely until I tasted him. It was something I never thought I’d want again, to be taken and claimed the way he possessed me. The past still hurt too much. But with him I wanted it, I wanted him to know all of me.

“Sean, what do we do now? What do you want to do?”

His breathing was rushed and ragged. I was panting too. I looked at him and knew what I wanted to do. “Will, do you trust me?” At his nod, I told him I wanted him to lie back on the bed. He complied, and lay fully on his back, his legs slightly parted and his erection bobbing with each beat of his heart. I almost came right there, seeing him prone and waiting for me with his cock oozing his clear fluid for me.

I grabbed his hands and kissed them before leaning over him and placing them behind his head. I told him how much I loved him and how much I wanted to please him. He smiled and told me I did please him. I kissed his mouth quiet and told him that I was in charge for now. “You can be in charge for the rest of our lives if you want, but I need right now.” He nodded and I lay out fully on his body. We lay nipple to nipple; hip to hip. I was so aroused I thought I would burst. My earlier hangover was forgotten. I looked in his eyes and fell harder and felt more love than I ever had before. I kissed him. Light gentle kisses on his eyes and cheeks. I moved my hands in one long, caressing arc from shoulder to knee. I skimmed over his pecs and fanned his nipples before scraping his belly and sliding over his hip and wedging my hands along his inner thighs. I moved my hands up and down his body over and over. It was like I was masturbating his torso, looking for some release. Will stayed under me, writhing in pleasure, moaning softly and gasping out my name.

Seeing him with his hands behind his head, the absolute trust in his eyes and the beauty of his body made me light headed. I felt myself swelling and I shot over his thigh. I was consumed by the waves of completion. I tingled all over. But I didn’t stop. When my spasms calmed I dove down on Will’s waiting cock. I didn’t go into any preliminaries. I wanted him down my throat and in heaven. I bobbed my head quickly. When his engorged head slipped past my throat, Will bucked his hips against me and called out my name. He swelled even wider than before. He called out my name again and exploded deep in my throat. I pulled away, allowing his head to rest on the tip of my tongue so I could savor the last of his jetting semen. He tasted good, thick and sweet. When his hips stopped thrusting and his cock stopped spurting, I bobbed on him to clean him. I sucked out his last drop from his slit and even tried to get the last bit of flavor from his piss hole. I pulled off Will and his cock collapsed along his hip. I looked up and he still had his hands locked against the back of his head. He was trembling. His eyes were closed and he was sobbing.

“Will? Baby what’s wrong?”

He hiccupped and sobbed for a minute before he spoke. He opened his eyes and the tears amplified the bright blue. “No one has ever done that to me before. I didn’t know it was something that could be done. It’s also been a really long time for me. Cassie and I weren’t sleeping together for over a year before I caught her. Before that, we only slept together maybe once or twice a month, if that. I just didn’t know. I had no idea…”

As he trailed off I was lost. I didn’t know what this meant. I lay down by him, not knowing if I should touch him. I was confused. It was wonderful for me. Maybe it wasn’t for him. I didn’t know. As I lay there, I got more worried. Will kept sobbing a little. I felt so inadequate. I didn’t know how to comfort him.

“Are you rejecting me Sean? I’m sorry I’m such a beginner. Cassie didn’t want me because I was clumsy and too big. She told me I was unskilled and brutish. Does my inexperience disgust you so much?”

I was amazed. I thought he was rejecting me. I pulled him into my arms and snuggled with him. I kissed his forehead and smoothed his hair.

“Will, I love you. I always have. The truth is, I don’t have that much experience either. I’ve slept with seven guys once each. That’s it. You have made love more than I have. Maybe it’s good we are learning this together. I know a lot of different things we can do, but I haven’t done many of them.”

He looked at me. There was a lot of emotion in his eyes. He laughed and kissed me again. “Can we try everything?”

“Anything. You won’t shock me. You won’t offend me. I may not like everything we try, but I’m willing.”

He leaned over me and looked at my body. He trailed his hands over my skin in random, lazy patterns. After each brush, my skin erupted in goose pimples. I lay back and let him explore. I was in a daze. I was so turned on. I was hard just being in his presence. Will sifted his fingers through the light hair on my chest. He felt its texture. He explored my underarms, sifting through the hair and feeling the soft skin underneath. He found out I was ticklish, but didn’t torture me. He followed a vein in my arm with his tongue. He traced the lines in my palm with his lips. He moved up and found my pulse in my throat and kissed it, sucking on the skin lightly and flicking the pulse point with his tongue on each beat of my heart. I was never so turned on in my life.

Will moved down and investigated my nipples. His breath caused them to contract into points. He fingered them, brushing the tips over each bud. I shuddered and he looked at my face to make sure it was pleasure and not pain that had me trembling. He tested one of the stiff peaks with the tip of his tongue. He flicked the wet tip back and forth quickly. I moaned. He then took my entire nipple in his mouth and suckled. If he was looking for milk, he was out of luck, but if there was any he would have found it. I had never had my nipple so fully explored, laved, and loved before. I shifted my hips restlessly. I was throbbing and each slight shift rubbed my balls between my thighs as I moved. Will looked up at me and pulled off my nipple. He asked what I was feeling.

“I ache.”

“Me too. But it’s a good ache.”

“Make it better Will. Make it good for you.”

“I will baby. You can count on that. But I’ll make it good for the both of us.”

He leaned down and kissed me. As he kissed me, he thrust his hips against me. I felt him slide between my thighs. He was dripping against my hole. He thrust lightly, rocking me slightly. I had never done this before, I had always been on top. But I was ready and wanted this. I pushed against Will. I opened and he slid inside me. He paused and looked at me. He asked if I was okay. I nodded and he began to move.

His movements were wonderful. I felt myself stretch around him. I gripped him and fisted him with my body. I rubbed my chest against his, meeting him for each thrust. His hairy body rubbed against my nipples and I cried out. I arched my back off the bed so that as much of me rubbed against as much of him with each achingly slow thrust. He pushed in as I pushed down. We were one and I was close to the edge. He kept brushing my trigger. I was throbbing. I was building. I felt my stomach clench and I collapsed on the bed as I started to explode against Will’s chest. Each wave sent more of my essence onto his chest. He was decorated with spider web strings of cum. He looked down to my spurting cock then cried out and I felt him shudder inside me. When his last spasms ended, he collapsed on top of me.

I lay under Will for a long time. My legs were draped over his thighs and my arms were sprawled to either side of me. I was vacant. My name could have been Henry VIII for all I knew. Will roused himself first. He pulled out of me with a loud, slurping plop. He rolled to his side and dragged me with him. He covered us with a blanket and we dozed.

We slept for maybe an hour. I woke up before Will and found him hard against me. I slid down his body and laved the head of his cock with my tongue. I lapped him and kissed the slit. I felt him shudder. Then I heard him say, “Cassie, that’s so good baby.”

I pulled away. I hurt so bad I thought I was going to die. I couldn’t breath. Then I looked at Will. He was laughing.

“If you could see your face. That was so funny.”

Then he saw my face and stopped laughing. I hadn’t realized I was crying until he wiped my cheek with his fingers. He cupped my face and pulled me to him in a hug. He dropped his forehead to mine and apologized. He started to cry too. I was still in shock. But, I guess some gallows humor was called for. He was still a little bitter about everything. I pulled away from him and stood up. To have something to do I got in the shower.

The hot water felt good. The shower always covers tears. I bent my head under the spray and let my pain go. But I also understood his need to laugh about what happened. He was cheated on and used. The two people he loves most kept it from him. He deserved a chance to get us back. I just hoped it wouldn’t go on forever. Then Will joined me in the shower. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his chest to my back and his chin on my neck.

“I’m sorry, Sean. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ve never wanted to hurt you. I’m not even angry about the baby anymore. Yes, I was upset that you didn’t tell me, but I understand. Please don’t cry anymore. I always hated it when you cry.”

“I’m sorry I overreacted.”

“I don’t think you did.”

“I love you, Will.”

I felt him get hard against my back and he squeezed me tighter with his arms. “I love you too, Sean.”

We got out of the shower and dried off. He pulled me back to the bed. He pushed me down and told me he wanted to see how much he had learned from me. He took me into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around me and lapped at my head. I felt a shudder run through me. First time is definitely the right time. My god, he was good. I felt loved and laved and I was in heaven. Or so I thought until he started bobbing on me. Now I’m in heaven. Oh my god, each bob of his head sent me into orbit. The sensations grew faster and faster. I normally lasted longer than this. Not now. We had been out of the shower just a few minutes. Water still beaded on his shoulders as he bobbed. Oh god, here I go. I felt my stomach tighten and my legs tense. I swelled in his mouth and cried out. I tried to warn him. The first load I took made me puke, I didn’t want that to happen to Will, I want him to do this again. The first jet left me and I screamed Will’s name. Each wave made me buck my hips and moan. I was in ecstasy. Will choked a little and pulled away. I sprayed his chin and up his nose before he moved away. I started to laugh. So did Will.

He sat up and chuckled. He looked down at me and laughed. Then he got serious and leaned down and kissed me. The mess on his face was forgotten and we kissed together for a long time. We tasted and melded our mouths over and over. It was drugging. It was torture. When we pulled away from each other, we had a frothy cum moustache on our lips. He laughed and licked mine off me. I returned the favor. As I kissed him, my hand moved down his arm and I brushed the hard head of his penis. I knew I had gotten off, but he was throbbing.

I looked at him and asked what he wanted to do with it. Will smiled at me and pulled me on top of him. We lay out with our chests touching and our legs entwined. We kissed again. He spread his legs around me and told me to make love to him. I nestled against him, my hardness begging for entrance to his softness. He was warm and pliant. I pushed gently and parted him. Will gasped and tightened around me. I asked if he wanted to stop. He shook his head and I moved forward. He relaxed around me as I pushed into him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down to him. We were chest to chest and breathing heavily. His blue eyes were warm and smiling into me. I just stayed in place and looked at him. My cock was throbbing and he was pulsing around me, but I didn’t thrust. I just stayed and reveled in the completeness I felt at that moment. I was home and never wanted to leave again. I started to cry. Will got very concerned and asked what was wrong.

I shook my head. “I just love you so much.”

Will smiled. “I love you too. Now get this show on the road.”

I laughed and pulled away only to thrust back in immediately. We both shuddered. Hollow was what my previous experiences were. I was whole and I wanted to last forever. Each thrust was exquisite. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long. We moved so beautifully together. We synched up and thrust perfectly. I was shuddering with each thrust. Will was crying out with each wave of pleasure gripping him. We both were going to explode soon. I felt the tip of his hard cock brush in the hair on my belly. He was long and each thrust pushed the head of his cock through the hair trail on my belly and stomach. I felt it start to get sticky. He was close. I was closer. I made one last deep thrust and exploded. I thrust faster as I was cumming. I wanted Will to be with me. Just as my cock became too sensitive from my orgasm, Will clasped me so tightly I thought he would snap me in half. He cried out and I felt a warm stream hit my chest. He was cumming and the look of wonder on his face will remain with me forever.

As we came down from our high, we wrapped each other up in our strong arms. That afternoon, we talked and laughed and made love. That night we went to see his granddad and told him we were happy and together. He just told Will that he would be going to work on Monday. It was Wednesday. He told us to have a little fun together. I was amazed at how well everyone accepted us. My family and his just looked at us and accepted. Christmas time was a lot of fun for both of us. But Will’s family knew I would never hurt him, ever. And my family knew that I would never be happy with anyone else. The town looked at us funny for a while but once we were out and open about our feelings, a few other people in town joined us. Small towns aren’t the easiest places for gay people to live, but once you are part of the group, you are family for life. At least in our experience.

“I know it”s pathetic, but, I couldn”t face anyone, I couldn”t let anyone know what had happened.”

“What did your dad say on the phone to cause you to freak?” His voice wasn”t quite normal, scratchy, but I still couldn”t look at him.

“Jason is up for parole tomorrow.” I then forced myself to look at Brian. What I saw shocked me, he had tears running down his face and he looked so incredibly, I don”t know, proud maybe.

“What? Why the tears?”

He smiled at me. “I would have to be a stone cold bastard not to hurt when my best friend is hurting.” Then he hugged me, long and hard.

It was okay. He didn”t hate me or pity me, well maybe a little, but it didn”t change anything. That day Brian hauled me out to the pool still in my underwear and threw me in. We swam for most of the day. It had been more than seven years since my body had felt the direct sunlight. He knew all my scars and it didn”t scare him or gross him out. If I hadn”t already loved him I would have fallen right then. He convinced me that the scars were light enough and faint enough to wear long shorts and t-shirts; which we went out and bought Monday night. Up to that point it was jeans and long sleeved shirts. He even talked me into v-necked shirts that showed off the wealth of chest hair at my throat. It had been a very long time since I had seen my body for any length of time. I was stronger in the chest and arms. My chest was covered in golden fur as was my belly and lower arms to about mid bicep. I had no fat on me that I could see. I wasn”t bad looking. At 6″3″ and about 215 pounds I was not so awful. I wasn”t going to rush out and start modeling, but as long as my ass was covered, I was like a survivor of a car crash, the scars were there, but no one knew how they happened. That week at work, I even took off my shirt at the work site. Some looked, they wanted to ask but didn”t. Others saw what was my obvious reason for my modesty and accepted. Wednesday I went grocery shopping while Brian stayed home and did laundry. When I got home, Brian hugged me again then held me away from him to look at me. His throat was working for a couple of moments before he spoke.

“We will work something out for the mirror in your bathroom.” I felt like a lovesick puppy. It was getting harder and harder to keep my feelings to myself. He had gone into my bathroom to check for towels and saw how I had covered my mirror, except for a small patch to shave by. That week had become the best of my life. I swam again and sunned myself. I let the world see some of my scars and they looked, but didn”t shun me.

Friday came a little too soon for my liking, but I wished Brian well on his date and saw him to the door. I was surprised when I saw him again two hours later. He stomped into the house and collapsed on the sofa totally dejected.

“I didn”t date anyone in high school but my wife. I am out of practice and pissed off.” He scrubbed his face with his hands then sighed. “God, Simon, it was awful.”

I tried to ask him how it went. He told me she didn”t laugh at his jokes, wasn”t interested in any of his hobbies or work and then flirted with a guy at the next table during desert. I tried to help; I asked him what the jokes were. I laughed so hard at them. Then, to try and cheer him, I made faces at him.

He laughed. “I love you Simon.”

I thanked the gods for that, my heart sped up to bursting speed and I couldn”t breath. “Thank god, I love you so much.” I lunged for his mouth and kissed him. His lips were so soft and tasted of the coffee he had drunk at dinner. I was lost in the kiss; my head spinning. Slowly, I realized that I was the only one involved in the kiss. I opened my eyes to see his, wide open and shocked. I pulled back and felt my heart rip in two. I whispered “sorry” and “I understand” and was up, out the door in my truck and two blocks away in 30 seconds. I drove around for a couple of hours. When I was too tired to drive I pulled into an all night coffee shop, had some coffee, and pushed around some food on a plate. I knew I would have to leave. No matter how Brian may care for me, I knew it wouldn”t work out. I drove home about 4 AM and went upstairs to pack. I was halfway done when I heard Brian behind me.

“What do you think you”re doing?”

His voice sounded so hurt, so lost. But there was nothing to be done about it. I loved him too much to stay, now that he knew how I felt. “Look Brian, I”m sorry for misreading things. But, I think it would be best if I left. You are a good man and despite this evening”s disaster, you”re going to meet someone wonderful, who will knock your socks off and give you everything you want and need. You will have beautiful children and grow old together in this house.” I turned to him and smiled through the tears. “Be well Brian. You deserve so much happiness.”

I picked up my bags and went to walk by him. He stood in the doorway in his white BVDs. It was unfair; he was beautiful. All hairy and strong with a slight frown pinching his eyebrows. I stopped in front of him, waiting for him to move. He stepped back after looking me in the eyes. I made it halfway down the hall when his voice stopped me.

“Your dad called after you left.” I stopped and spun around. My dad only called if there was an emergency.

“What”s wrong with my father? What happened Brian, tell me?” I knew my voice was panicked but I couldn”t help it.

“Jason was released on yesterday and came to see your father today. He wants to see you.”

All my strength to hold up my bags fled my arms. My hands refused to let go and the weight of the bags dragged me down with them. My vision blurred and I knew I was hyperventilating and couldn”t stop. Brian was right there in front of me again. But he couldn”t stop this attack. I was too emotional, too tired to fight the panic and passed out from lack of oxygen.

I woke up in my bed, facing the windows. I rolled over to get my face out of the sun, and saw Brian lying next to me. It all came back. I knew I needed to get out of there, but I couldn”t stop looking at him sleeping. My eyes started to tear up. I loved him so much. A few minutes later, I shook myself and climbed out of bed. Brian”s hand latched onto my arm and he pulled me back down to him.

“You said some nice things to me, then planned on leaving before I could respond. You”re not going anywhere.” I wasn”t afraid of him, but I knew not to fight him either.

“You are the best friend I have ever had. You were there when my wife left me. You helped me put my life back together. I do love you and have felt that way for some time. But there was a wall between my feelings and sex. I didn”t know it was there and I didn”t see it. Sex was never an issue, not even a possibility; until you kissed me.” He cupped my face in his hands. “My god, I was hard as a rock for two hours after you left. If it hadn”t been for your father”s phone call, I would still be.” He brushed his thumbs against my cheeks. “While on that awful date, I kept thinking how you would have gotten the jokes and you would have been able to talk to me. Then I knew I wouldn”t have had to try to joke with you. We could have talked or not, joked or not, it wouldn”t have mattered; we click.”

Brian then lowered to me and kissed me, deep and hot. He licked at my teeth and nibbled my lower lip. He delved his tongue into my mouth and caressed mine with his. We kissed so long and so hard; we were almost suffocating each other. He pulled back and looked at me.

“I love you, and I”m in love with you.” Brian then leaned down and kissed my chin. “One of us has too many clothes on.”

I was still dressed but he was only in his underwear. He pulled my shirt off me and unsnapped my jeans and pulled them and my socks off. We were both in white jockey briefs. He spent a long time looking at me, head to toe. Reaching out his hand, he placed it over my erection. I was so hard and his touch made me twitch and shudder. He then moved his hand back and forth over me and sped up when I moaned. While he moved his hand he rubbed his own underwear-clad erection against my thigh while kissing my neck. I wanted him to slow down, to make it last. All too soon I was at the point of no return. I cried out and came against his thrusting palm. Brian bit down on my neck as I convulsed five, six, seven times in my underwear against his hand. Brian pulled up from my neck to look at me.

I was embarrassed that I had come so quickly. Ten strokes of his hand and I shot off. I turned my head away, but he cupped my chin and pulled me back. “What”s wrong?”

I smiled sheepishly at him. “I didn”t want it to be over so soon.”

Brian grinned at me. “That was just round one.”

That mollified me, but I still felt bad. “I didn”t want it to be so one sided.”

He laughed and took my hand and carried it to his crotch. The front panel of his briefs were sopping wet. He had come while I had.

“I have never come so hard or so quickly before in my life. It was great.” Brian told me before he kissed me again. He then reached down and pulled off my briefs and then lost his. He covered me with his body and his hard cock rested against mine. The leftovers of our come lubed us as he thrust against me, wrapping his arms tight around me; holding me to him. “You make me so hard Simon. So, so hard.” He kissed my neck, my earlobe, my chin, over and over. My head started to spin. He moaned and groaned against my neck. I knew I was close to coming again and wanted to warn Brian, but he was lost to the sensations. He thrust harder and faster, grinding his hips into mine, and his cock into the soft fur of my belly. He cried out my name as I felt his hips spasm against me and warm fluid jetted between us, up my chest and covered my belly. When the convulsions stopped, he collapsed completely on me, all 275 pounds of him. It would have been welcome and wonderful, but I was past the point of calming down. I was so turned on but I couldn”t move against Brian, he had me so firmly imbedded against him I couldn”t reach my cock. I was frantic to come. I was too aroused to stop but not close enough to trip over the edge. I humped against Brian and whimpered. I was desperate. After a few seconds and pitiful whimpers, Brian leaned up and smiled. I was so on edge, writhing beneath him. I had never been to that spot and been forced to stop, I needed to come.

“Sorry sweetheart.” Brian started kissing my neck again, sliding his tongue in the hollow of my throat, coursing down to my chest. He licked my nipple and tugged on it gently with his teeth. He licked up his own come as he moved down to my belly button. He swirled his tongue around it then went dipping in as if he could tongue fuck me. He drifted lower, pulling my erection to his lips, he swirled his tongue around the head, cleaning off my first and diving on my cock for the second. He used his tongue against the sensitive underside and crown while bobbing up and down. A minute or so later I exploded against his tongue, where he proceeded to milk me until my spasms calmed. I lay there spent and vacant while Brian moved up to kiss me again, sharing my ejaculation with me.

“You taste good.” I laughed against his neck. We couldn”t keep our hands still, we stroked and rubbed and delved all over each other”s body. His chest hair was so soft and his skin so warm. We kissed and nuzzled each other for quite some time when I noticed he was hard against my belly again. I looked down and saw we were both standing at attention and laughed.

Brian then leaned against me and whispered in my ear, “Will you fuck me?”

I looked up at him, and had to tell him the truth. “Brian, I”ve never been with anyone before. I could never relax enough to get close to anyone. I know what to do, but don”t know how to be gentle or finesse a response from you. My very inexperience could cause me to hurt you. I don”t want that.”

He kissed me so passionately, and then held my face, his eyes filled with love. “Simon, if all you ever want to do is what we”ve done is fine with me. I know you”re a virgin, but I want you and I want you to make love to me.” He nibbled my lower lip for a few seconds. “I”ve never been fucked and you”ve never fucked. I think we should both be new to this.”

I nodded and kissed him on the chin. He rolled over onto his stomach and spread his legs. I caressed his back and massaged his shoulders. Where my hands trailed, my lips and tongue followed. I stroked his warm, smooth skin following his spine down to his ass. I stroked and kissed him before licking up one globe and down the other. He tasted like sweat and man and I was lost. I stroked his crack with my fingers, brushing over his rosebud over and over again. Brian started to moan against the bed. My tongue replaced my fingers. He twitched and groaned against the pillow. As I licked him, he started to open. I delved inside. I sucked on the surrounding skin and bit gently on the outside. He moaned and started to beg. I got on my knees between his thighs and placed the head of my cock to his hole and gently pushed. His sphincter parted instantly and let me slide in. Brian gasped and tensed up a little. I was prepared to pull out when he relaxed suddenly and told me to make love to him.

I lay fully on his back, my legs entwined with his. I started to stroke slowly inside him, back and forth. Short strokes led way to long ones that almost had me pulling out of him. He was so tight and warm. He started to squeeze me with his internal muscles. We started to sweat and move in a better rhythm. Oh god, he felt so good. He bucked against me, moved with me. His cries were feral, almost reverential; my own moans matched his. Even though we had both come twice already, I was ready again almost instantly. I slowed down, trying to draw out the heady sensations. I would pull almost out and his tight muscles pulled me back. I started to feel my orgasm approach and I knew it would be over soon. I thrust into him deeply, once, twice, and then I came. It didn”t want to stop, my cock convulsed over and over again as I jetted cum into his warm, welcoming body. I thrust into him one last time, spent, when I felt him convulse, his sphincter clamping down as he found his own release. He moaned with each spasm as he spurted onto the sheets.

I kissed his shoulder and rubbed his arms. I started to nuzzle the back of his neck and moved to pull out of him. He reached behind and grabbed my hips, asking me to stay. I settled back onto him and wrapped my arms around his chest. I heard him clear his throat.

“That explains a lot.”

I kissed his shoulder blade. “What?”

“Sex before had been, not uncomfortable, but almost a chore to finish. I never came more than once a night. Here I am, having cum 3 times and wanting to again.” He grabbed my hand and twined his fingers with mine; the wonder is his voice warming me. “I never shot off so quick before either. It was always difficult with my wife to get off. She would come three or four times before I would. I often wondered if I was good, slow, or just plain bad. But the slightest thing distracted me and I would have to build up again. With you, just touching you and I”m ready to blast off.”

I kissed his back then slid out of him. I rolled over, looking into his eyes. “Your turn.”

Brian started kissing me, working his body down mine; he was so hard against my leg. Feeling him want me made me hard again too. He slid down and tongued my cock and rubbed and stroked my thighs. He lifted me up and moved his tongue down to my balls and laved them with his tongue, moving down to my crack. He licked at my opening. I almost shot off the bed. It felt so good; his tongue was warm and wet, moving in slow circles around my hole. He stuck his middle finger against my pucker and pushed slightly. He slipped it in to the knuckle and moved it in and out. I jumped again and almost purred it felt so good. He continued to stroke me with his fingers, glancing against my prostate. I was in heaven. When he lowered me to his cock, I was beyond pain and beyond caring.

He slid into me slowly and surely, stroking slightly until I completely relaxed. Then he started moving against me, faster and faster. Each time he thrust into me, he hit my prostate. I may have been a virgin when the day started, but I knew what an orgasm was, had caused myself to have quite a few. This was different. It built up from my center and moved out to my fingers and toes, then came crashing back to the center again. I must have shot cum all over Brian”s chest, face, and stomach. I was lost to the sensations and only slightly aware of my ass clamping on him with each spasm. As my orgasm subsided to just a trickle, Brian moaned out and shuddered into me. He collapsed on me and we kissed, slowly; soul-searching kisses that lasted forever.

Later, Brian and I walked to the tub and soaked for a while, giving our newly opened bodies a chance to soak. We made love in the tub as well, sloshing water on the floor. We didn”t care. We spent the whole weekend in bed together. We only got up to swim in the pool and feed ourselves when our energy was running low.

Monday morning came much too quickly. We woke to the alarm and showered together. We shouldn”t have. Brian slid his hands along my chest, raking through my furry chest hair, rasping my nipples, as he sank to his knees. He laved the head of my cock with his tongue before diving to the base in one swift motion. His warm breath puffed around my shaft as he caught his breath. His tongue worked miracles on me. His throat milked me and his wet mouth, bobbing back and forth along my shaft, brought me to the brink quickly. I came, my cock shuddering on his tongue as he accepted all I had to give him. My head had been leaning back against the wall, but when I looked down to him, he licked his lips, savoring my flavor, before standing and holding my face in his hands. Between the lather and water, not to mention the long, drugging kisses, we were twenty minutes late getting to the construction site. It had only been eight days since I had shown Brian my scars and only a couple of days since we had become lovers. We hadn”t discussed how we would handle things or even what we would tell people. I didn”t think anything of it that morning; I was still glowing.

I realized I had never gone down on Brian. He had done so often, and really seemed to enjoy it. But I associated it with what Jason had done to me. Somehow I knew that Brian understood that. I definitely planned to get past this. I wanted to share this with Brian and I need to do this. Soon.

After hopping out of the truck, I went to work and Brian went into the construction trailer. A couple of the guys at work commented on how it was obvious I had gotten lucky that weekend. I took their ribbing and went to work, knowing my face was glowing red and on fire. But, I wasn”t going to tell anybody about what Brian and I had shared. This was something we would need to discuss together.

About 11AM I needed to check with the plans on a couple of ducting issues. I really only went in there to check the plans. But I found Brian bent over his desk, reading some notes he had written. He was so beautiful. His dark, chocolate brown hair was shiny and slightly curly, mussed where he had run his fingers through it. His soft, deep voice came to me at the door, he was singing. I was hard as a rock instantly. I dropped my hard hat and walked up to him and rubbed my jean-clad erection against his ass. He tried to stand, but I just pushed him down, his face flat against his desk. I reached for the front hem of his t-shirt and dragged it over his head, leaving the shirt around his shoulders and I began rubbing his chest; running my fingers through the thick, soft hair and rasping his nipples with my fingers. I heard and felt his breath shudder. I knelt down and undid his belt, unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down his legs. He had his t-shirt wrapped against the back of his shoulders and his jeans around his ankles with his white BVDs hugging his ass. I licked the back of his thighs as I pulled the waistband of his underwear down only enough to reveal his crack, keeping his stiff cock covered. I spread his legs enough to get my face in there, tonguing him until he opened then laved his hole with enough spit to ease the way.