CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
GAbrIEL
December
“That’s it, baby boy, ride me like a bull,” I growled against his ear.
I’d unleashed a sex-beast the night I’d fucked him all those weeks ago.
He was as ravenous as I was and easily tired me out.
We’d basically reenacted the entire Kama Sutra and were currently working on a variation of the reverse cowboy, with me sitting on the couch and him in my lap.
He garbled something as he tossed his head back against my shoulder and rotated his hips, stroking my cock.
We’d gone bare for the first time. It had been his idea and the trust he’d shown me touched that special place next to my heart.
Of course, I wanted him to feel totally comfortable about it and had myself tested.
We’d received the results back Tuesday and it had been hard waiting until the weekend to get inside him without a barrier.
I reached around and cupped his hardon through his panties and played with a nipple with the other.
“Don’t stop. You want me to nut inside you, don’t you,” I said.
“Yes,” he rasped.
“I want to fill you up so completely that whenever you walk, you’re going to feel it try to escape. But you won’t let it, will you?”
He shook his head against me.
“Why, baby boy? Why won’t you let it escape?” I prompted. His sphincter flexed around my dick as if trying to milk me. During our fuck-feats, I’d discovered he was sensitive to dirty-talk. “Tell me.”
His cheeks plumped and he wiggled again. “Because…we can use it…later.”
“That’s right,” I said and thrust my hips up. “I come inside you once, then later when we fuck again, we can use my load as lube.”
He whimpered and I jerked up again. He tightened around me, the heat of his channel seeping into me. I’d never gone rubber less with anyone before, so this was a special experience for me as well.
We were both close to orgasming and I wanted to draw it out. “Will you keep my loads inside you? Even when you go to work?”
The sound he made let me know he was on the edge. He breathed out, “Yes.”
“You have no idea how hot it will get me knowing you’re at work with my loads in your ass.”
We both needed the release. I lifted us off the couch, careful to keep us linked and pushed him over the back rest. I fucked him fast and hard, wanting to make what we’d just talked about reality.
I gripped his jaw roughly, fascinated with every part of him.
He sucked my fingers into his mouth and bit down.
“You want to know what…it feels like…having my cum trying to escape, while you go about your day? To be…reminded of everything we’ve done together. Hm, baby boy?” I said between breaths.
Our bodies slapped against each other, his unrestrained moans vibrating around my fingers.
When he reached back and clawed at my thigh, I knew he was ready.
I came first, the orgasm exploding out of me and filling him.
I slammed my hips against him as hard as I could, determined to get as deep as possible so that he got every last drop.
The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t help voicing myself.
I quickly freed his cock from his panties and started jacking him off, wanting him to come while I was still hard inside him. I didn’t care if we ruined my couch.
“Come for me. Let me feel your ass flexing around my cock. I love that feeling.”
He joined me in bliss a moment later, his body spamming, his teeth sinking into my flesh, and it was the most beautiful thing in the world. I collapsed against him, not wanting to leave the warm snugness of his ass.
“So amazing,” I rasped against his shoulder. “You’re amazing.”
I withdrew with a wet pop and nearly orgasmed again from the sight of his ass loose and glistening with my orgasm. I held him close as we struggled to catch our breaths.
“I’m loving the cardio. Why bother with a treadmill when I have you?”
He smiled, slid his mouth from my fingers and kissed the top of my hand. “Not sure…I can walk.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
“Yes.”
We cuddled on the couch, our limbs tangled. He buried his face in the crook of my neck so he could nip at my skin. We’d bonded over sex, but there was nothing wrong with that. I loved watching as he shed his shyness and opened not just his body, but his deepest and wildest desires to me.
“Can you feel it?” I asked sleepily.
“To think so… Probably will when I get up.”
Pushing my fingers into his damp hair, I pulled in his scent. He was so precious to me. “Any negative thoughts about what we just did?”
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “No. I trust you.”
I kissed his forehead and squeezed him to me, never wanting to let go. “Just think, we have all day today and tomorrow.”
He practically lived with me on the weekends.
I picked him up Friday after work then dropped him off at home Sunday night.
Leaving him in that dump was the worst, but moving in together was a big step.
Just like meeting the parents. I’d hated leaving him alone for Thanksgiving while I enjoyed the holiday at my parent’s house.
We’d talked a little more about our plans for Christmas and he seemed sure he was ready to meet them.
He laughed softly. “You’re such a horndog.”
I gasped. “I’m sorry, whose idea was it that I nut inside you?”
He smiled shyly and tried to hide his face, but I guided him into a sweet kiss. We took a shower and tossed on the barest amount of clothes then enjoyed a light lunch of scrambled eggs and fresh fruit.
“What do you want for Christmas?” He asked suddenly.
“Christmas is only a few days away. Don’t tell me you’re one of those last-minute kind of shoppers?”
He bunched his shoulders up and said meekly, “I don’t normally have anyone to shop for.”
I went around the table to meet him. “Just you, baby boy. All I want for Christmas is you.”
“Yes, but… I want to get you something. I just…don’t have a lot of money and you seem to have everything already.”
“You’re going to kill me, you know that? I’m going to die from diabetes because you’re too damned sweet and adorable.”
He beamed like the sun, making everything right in the world. It surprised me how fulfilling it was making him happy. My phone started ringing. I supposed it was from Mom or Dad wanting to rehash Christmas dinner plans. I looked at the screen and frowned.
“I need to answer this,” I said and pecked his lips.
I retreated to my bedroom and picked up the call.
The only clients that had my personal number equaled exactly one and he only called on me once a month or so.
The conversation was short and to the point.
I was slightly annoyed, but it was what it was.
When I returned to the kitchen, Jake was sitting at the island, doodling on a piece of printer paper.
“I have to take care of this. He is the type of client you don’t say no to. Not for what he’s paying me, anyway. I’ll only be gone a few hours, okay?”
“Okay,” he said, his attention on his drawing.
He’d shown me more of his doodles. Some were charcoal drawings of everyday life, others fantastical things like robots and dragons. I’d particularly enjoyed the sketches of comic panels that told a story about a boy that had superpowers but just wanted to be normal.
“I have an idea.” I raced to my bedroom and dug behind my rack of designer shirts for the box I’d wrapped the other day. When I returned with a brightly colored package, his eyes lit up and he smiled shyly.
“What’s that?” He asked coyly.
“Your Christmas present. I want to give it to you now,” I said and set the box in front of him. “Don’t be shy. Open it.”
He was smiling like a kid on Christmas morning as he tore through the paper, and I silently promised I’d make up for all the Christmases he’d never had. I watched as his expression went from surprise to shock as he revealed the full set of artists markers.
“These…are Copic markers. They’re very expensive… Like five-hundred dollars…”
“You’re worth it, baby boy. Now I can see myself on paper in technicolor.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed his neck.
He gathered the box in his arms and held them as if they were precious. “I don't know how to thank you…”
“Well, I could think of one way…” I sang.
He huffed in mock indignation and tried to hide his smile. “Thank you…so much.”
I turned him to me, took his face between my palms and kissed him thoroughly until I couldn’t breathe. Words hovered on the edge of my lips, but it was too soon, wasn’t it? He blinked at me with glittering eyes and all I could think was I love you so much.
“Let me take care of my client. Relax and recharge. There is a pool and gym downstairs if you’d like to check it out. And when I get back we will work on load number two.”
I tried to pull away, but he clung to me and kissed me back, his tongue controlling mine.
There was the sex-beast I’d freed. It was difficult leaving him, but the sooner I got this over with the sooner I could get back to him.
On the drive to the Illinois-Wisconsin border, I thought about everything, from the upcoming Christmas dinner with my parents to Sean.
We’d briefly discussed doing a double date soon.
Jake could use a friend like Matteo who was his own age.
It wasn’t lost on me that we’d both fallen for younger guys.
I recalled the conversation I’d had with Sean last year after he realized he’d fallen in love with Matteo.
He’d been conflicted about telling him. Deep and meaningful things had been shared and we’d come to an understanding about our own relationship.
I couldn’t help feeling like I was walking in his shoes now.
I’d insisted he tell Matteo, but it was easier said than done.
I’d meant to have the talk with Jake about my proclivity for public sex but kept putting it off.
Things were good right now and it was only a matter of time before that need rose up.
With Sean it had been nine months, and I knew I could deny the urge for a while if I needed to.
But it wasn’t fair to either of us. Jake had trusted me with his fetish.
I knew I could trust him, but finally telling Sean the truth had ended our romantic relationship.
I was terrified Jake couldn’t accept that part of me.
I was tempted to call Sean but as I pulled up to the gates of the mansion, I filed that thought for later.
I’d tell Jake after Christmas, once he had time to meet my family and settle in.
Then I’d sit him down and give him the truth he deserved.
It was going to be hard, and I was terrified of losing him, but I’d meant what I’d told him earlier: No matter what happened between us, I’d always be his friend.