CHAPTER 10
Bradford
Once again, the late onset of our summer has proven to be the gift that keeps on giving. After a few weeks where the heat has slowly abated, we’re now blessed with a patch of super-sunny warm beach weather. I'm sure it’s a final fling before summer says its last goodbye; it’s not often we have these kinds of days at the end of March.
I’ve got up early and tidied the apartment, my efforts leaving me in a sweaty mess. After a long shower, then a good ten minutes sprawled naked in the aircon to cool down, I’m now dressed and ready and excitedly waiting for Bruno’s arrival.
With the blue waters of Bondi a mere walk away, I haven’t been to the Northern Beaches in many years. Right now, Bruno is coming to take me to his favourite spot up there. “It’s a different experience to the eastern suburbs beaches,” he told me when he called to suggest the outing. “There’s more space, less crowds, bigger waves.”
This man—I want to gush about him to everyone. Things between us have barrelled ahead so rapidly that my heart is in serious strife. I’ve never had a friend with benefits like this. In my experience, they’ve basically started with great sex, then the law of diminishing returns kicks in. You’re lucky if you get a few good shags in before the whole “friendship” fizzles out altogether.
With Bruno, however, what began with a bang has moved in the opposite trajectory. My need for him is so all-consuming, so dire, that I constantly have to remind myself it can’t go beyond what we have. These regular reality checks hurt more and more with every passing week. Two and a half months, it’s been. Two and a half months with nothing but bliss. I don’t know how that can be possible. Common sense tells me it won’t last, but I’m going to ride the wave nonetheless. I’d be stupid not to.
Brendan’s at the door whimpering long before I hear a knock. I swear he can detect the sound of Bruno’s Kingswood all the way out the front of the building. The moment I open up, he’s all over Bruno. He knows not to jump on people, but that’s not good enough for Bruno, who crouches down and lavishes him with big neck rubs and hugs. “Hey matey,” he croons. “You gonna give me some doggie love?”
Brendan responds enthusiastically, bombarding Bruno with rapid-fire licks behind his ear. I can only admire the way these two have clicked. After spending years with a man who has never really liked my dog, it’s a refreshing sight to see this kind of open affection.
Bruno stands up, giving Brendan a final pat. “Off you go, matey,” he says. “Time for me to say hello to dad.” Bruno smiles at him as he trots back off to the lounge room, then turns his focus to me. Wrapping his arms around my shoulders, he presses his head against my neck. “Coconut,” he mumbles.
“Yeah. Reef tanning oil.”
“What, you don't use sunscreen? You’ll get cancer.” He brushes his nose playfully up my neck, sniffing hard as he goes.
“I use the SPF15 version. I’ll be fine.” My hands, as usual, have found their way under the waistband of Bruno’s shorts to his arse. “What’s this?” My palms brush over bare, furry flesh.
Bruno moves his head back, a wicked grin on his face. “Easy access swimwear. Loose little running shorts with no undies.”
I move my hand all over Bruno’s arse, relishing the way the hair on it caresses my palms. As I go, I work against the stretchy fabric of his shorts. I could easily slip my hand or cock up the leg of these. Jesus, just the thought of it is getting me super-horny. “So, you’ll let me molest you in the water?”
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
“You’re a genius. Gimme a sec.” I break free and push my work shorts and speedo to the ground. My semi-erect penis bounces out and Bruno’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Are we having a quickie or something?” he says.
“I've just remembered I have some shorts a lot like the ones you’re wearing. I expect to be molested too.” Swivelling around, I bend down to pick up my discarded clothes. As I stand up again, shaking them out to fold them, my cock is suddenly immersed in warm wetness. Bruno’s on his knees, his tongue pressing and massaging on the underside of my knob, his lips pulsing up and down my shaft, while he simultaneously sucks me like a Hoover. His technique is so intricate, so attentive, so bloody impressive that I’m at full mast immediately.
When his finger makes its way through my legs, past my balls and lands firmly on my arsehole, my cock surges and flexes. Bruno and I both moan in unison. Me? Well, that’s obvious. Bruno knows exactly how to make me squirm and whine and even scream. And I know precisely why Bruno’s making these noises. I’ve just flooded his mouth with precome, and he’s sucking and swallowing extra hard now.
I’m steeped in a blessed state of euphoria. My thumbs are stroking my nipples and Bruno’s finger is sliding into my arsehole, seeking out my prostate. With his beautifully-honed oral technique, I think there’s a distinct possibility I may erupt inside his mouth and bombard the back of his throat with the load of spunk I’ve been storing up. Given the fact he’s also playing with my arse, I’m closer to this goal than I’ve ever been.
Still, I’m gonna save it. Gently pulling away from him, I run my hands over his smooth scalp as he looks up at me quizzically. “Am I doing it wrong?”
“Ha! You’re the best I’ve ever had by far,” I tell him, “but I’m gonna stretch my come-budget as far as it’ll go today.” Bruno grins, and when he stands up, I land a playful slap on his buttock. “Giving this arse of yours a whole lot of love is number one on the agenda.”
He follows me into my room, and I look back at him, noticing the bulge of his firm dick pushing against the floppy fabric of his shorts. This is dangerous. We’re in our little sex den and we’re both horny as hell. At this rate we will never get out of here.
“New sheets,” chirps Bruno as he sprawls decadently across the sofa bed, the wrinkled end of his penis poking out the leg of his shorts.
“Um, no, actually.” I turn and bend right over, rummaging through the bottom shelf of my clothes rack, pushing my arse out as far as I can because I know he’s watching. “You just haven’t been here in a few weeks.”
“You know, it’s been so nice having you come over to my place since I’ve had it to myself,” says Bruno. “Knowing we’re completely free to do whatever we want. Fucking this sweet arse of yours” — he reaches out and rubs my exposed anus with his finger — “whenever and wherever I choose to do it.”
The bulk of March whirls through my mind. Regular nights with Bruno where we have shagged all over every surface of his apartment. Jesus, it’s been wonderful. “Here they are.” I stand back up, slipping into the shorts. “They look OK?”
“What do you reckon?” says Bruno, grabbing at his crotch.
“That’s a good enough answer for me.” I gather my wallet and keys and phone, then have a sudden thought. “What’s the parking like at this place?”
“It'll be pretty terrible, but it’s worth it,” says Bruno. “We’ll most likely snag a one-hour spot. Maybe stretch it to two hours without copping a fine.”
“We’ll take my disability permit. There’s no time limit, so no fine.” I duck out to the lounge room and rifle through the basket on the bookshelf where I keep it. I’m groping around, trying to locate the plastic suction-cupped windscreen card, but I can’t feel it. Pulling the basket right out, I sit on the couch and dump the contents on the coffee table. No, it’s definitely not there.
Bloody Jarrod.
I’m dialling his number before I even think it through. If he’s taken the damn thing, I’ll be so pissed off that I won’t be able to keep a lid on it. When he answers, all I get is a terse “Yeah? What do you want?”
“You wouldn’t happen to know where my parking permit is, would you?”
“I’ve got it.” He says this like it’s totally normal.
“Why?” I can’t hide the annoyance in my tone.
“You don’t fuckin’ use it!” Jarrod’s voice has doubled in volume. “Davo needed it.”
“Jarrod, it’s my parking permit. Blind person, remember? Anyway, who’s this ‘Davo’ you keep talking about? Am I supposed to know him or something?”
“Just a guy I'm seeing,” Jarrod snaps. “None of your fuckin’ business. You’re clearly off getting rooted by any dick you can get your fuckin’ hands on.”
Spying my bedroom door still open a crack, I take a huge, calming breath. This is embarrassing, and Bruno can obviously hear it all. I move the phone closer, growling right into the mouthpiece. “Jarrod, I couldn’t care less about who you have sex with. And I don’t give a toss whether your mate ‘ needs ’ my disability permit. It’s mine. ”
“Fuck off.” The phone goes dead in my ear. Jarrod’s not used to me standing up for myself. I’m not used to it, either. I’m trembling with rage. And even though I’m doing my best to control it, my efforts are only making things worse.
Bruno emerges from the bedroom wearing his best jolly smile. I know he’s trying to reassure me, trying to lighten the mood, and his generosity makes me want to cry. I’m so mortified. “Sorry about that,” is all I manage to squeak out.
He joins me on the couch, pulling me tight against him and kissing the top of my head. “ Blinky ,” he murmurs into my hair. “You don’t ever need to apologise for him, remember?” We sit there for a moment, allowing the tension to simmer down. The warmth of Bruno’s breath against my scalp is soothing. Waves of energy course down through my neck and suddenly nothing in this world seems to matter anymore.
“I’ve got an idea,” says Bruno, shifting and sitting back to face me. “You know Wombat Valley?”
I ponder this for a second. “You mean that gay B I just want Bruno to be part of it.
The bush thickens as we make our way further down the river. Bruno stops when we come to a little alcove—a tiny grassy area tucked between some trees. The sun is beating down and dappled shade frolics across the grass in the warm breeze. “Perfect spot, eh?” he says as he plants the Esky on the ground.
Together we set up the picnic blanket and towels. I pull out the large ham bone I’ve brought to occupy Brendan and he gets stuck into it straight away. Peeling off my t-shirt, I grab the Reef tanning oil and start to apply another layer.
Bruno scooches closer and takes the bottle from me. “I'm not gonna sit idly by watching you stroke your body like that,” he growls. “Let me put it on for you.”
I lean into his touch as he massages the oil into my back and shoulders. The strength and sensuality of his hands has a direct effect on my dick, which starts to grow with hardening throbs. Involuntary moans rumble from my throat as he works the oil into my chest, rubbing his fingers across my nipples. Pretty soon my cock has grown to its full seven-and-a-half inch length. With no room for it in my slutty little shorts, it’s now sticking right out the leg opening.
“Oh, fuck,” groans Bruno, spying my wayward erection. “That is so hot!” Pushing my shoulders till I’m lying down, he straddles my chest and sucks my knob straight into his mouth. The delicious shock of his hot, wet tongue is eclipsed only by the fact his arse is right in front of me. The stretchy fabric of his shorts is no match for my prying hands as I yank on the waistband till his buttocks are fully exposed. I don’t even need to pull on Bruno’s hips, he knows exactly what’s going to happen. In one swift move, he’s shuffled back and his arse has descended onto my face. The thick fur and heady scent engulf me and I can barely comprehend how wonderful it is.
The fact that I’m a whore for a beautiful manly arse is nothing new; I’ve been that way since the first signs of puberty. And sure, until Bruno, I’d been deprived of my obsession for years. But what makes it so magical with him is the way he responds. It’s not just me being a horny bugger selfishly drowning myself in pheromones—this man absolutely loves what I'm doing. He’s vocal and it’s one hundred percent primal. Every moan is a sincere acknowledgement of gratitude and extreme pleasure. This— this is what drives me wild. I need to please him. I’m hardwired that way and there’s no point fighting it.
Just as I’m busy revelling in this heavenly state, smothered by Bruno’s butt while his hand is gripping the base of my dick and his mouth is bombarding my pierced knob, we hear an outboard motor whirring in the near distance. Bruno’s lips pop off my dick with a wet squelch and he sits up slightly, his furry hole grinding against my face. “Fuck,” he says, scuttling off me, tucking my dick away and hiking his shorts up with seamless choreography. Instantly, he’s lying on his stomach alongside me, while I prop myself up on my elbows. Now, we’re just two men innocently sunning ourselves as a speedboat soars past.
Bruno glances back over his shoulder, grinning at me. “That was close.”
“I was having so much fun with your arse it didn’t even occur to me that we might have had spectators.”
We lie there for a quiet moment, following the blur of the speedboat. “You never come when I blow you,” says Bruno, his gaze still fixed out on the river. “I need to ask you again—am I doing something wrong?”
I’m immediately confronted by this. It’s one of my biggest inadequacies. “No. Not at all. Truly, you’re brilliant. Your mouth moves in so many ways and I get really close. It's just… something that never happens to me.” My explanation sounds ridiculously lame. I don’t really have an effective way to reassure him, so I start to babble. “I used to try and fool myself and blame it on not having a foreskin, but I’ve been proven wrong by a whole lot of cut guys.” Jesus. Now I’m sure I look like a total slut.
Bruno finally looks around at me again, his face twisted into an amused smirk. “Never say never.” His gaze drops to my crotch, then back up to my eyes. “Challenge accepted.”
I’m relieved at having dodged a bullet. I’m also blown away at how understanding Bruno has been yet again. It’s a powerful aphrodisiac, and my cock is still hard. Fumbling around the picnic blanket, I locate the bottle of Reef.
With the coast now clear, I sit up properly and slather my hands with the oil. Straddling the top of Bruno’s thighs, I crouch forward and start massaging his back. My fingers knead into his bearish padding, pulverising the thick muscles below as Bruno moans appreciatively. I want to give him the best rubdown, I really do, but it’s not long before I’ve worked my way south and my eyes land right on his big beefy bum.
After dousing my hands with more oil, I slide my fingers up the leg of his shorts and delve between his cheeks. Bruno’s breathing heavily, waiting to see what I’ll do. “This little hole of yours is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I growl, as I rub oil over the puckered aperture. My motion grows more insistent, and two of my fingers are immediately granted entry. Bruno’s breath catches when they head straight for the firm lump of his prostate. I don’t press hard, just brush lightly over the surface, and Bruno thanks me for it with beautiful little whines. I listen to him intently, guided by his body’s pattern of tension and release.
The motion of my fingers morphs into a rhythmic pumping and Bruno’s voice gets a bit louder. I don’t know what’s thrilling me more—the warmth of his arse as it tightens around my digits, or the rapturous noises resonating in his throat.
Bruno hasn’t spoken a word, but he’s well and truly tuned in to my body’s movements. He arches his back as soon as he feels me shift into place and pull the leg of his shorts up. While I prep my engorged knob with firm, greasy strokes, I thank whatever God there is that they gave me a decently long penis. Given the position Bruno’s in right now, my extra inches enable me to manoeuvre between his hefty buttocks and push straight into his hole.
Oh man , I love that feeling, that first slide into fiery dank warmth. I love the fact that Bruno whimpers every time I thrust into him. I love how he pushes his hips up, dying to be filled with as much of my dick as possible.
I’ve now sunk in as far as I can go. Sure, I could tell Bruno to get up on his knees and stick his arse right out. I could make him pull apart his cheeks so I’m able to drive into him till his tight ring is pressed against the base of my shaft. He’s done that before, and the view was so beautiful I almost passed out with sheer lust. But for now, I just lay my belly against his back and slowly plunge five or six inches in and out of him.
“Bradford,” Bruno mumbles, speaking at last. “Can we do this forever?” He sounds dead serious. A wave of emotion hits me. I feel the pressure behind my eyes, I feel my sinuses start to swell and I feel the ache deep within my chest.
Don’t I have the right to be happy?
Giving in to the moment, I lean my head forward and kiss Bruno behind the ear. As I rock my hips, pushing into his warmth, the only safe thing I can think of to say is, “We can do it for as long as you want, Harry. ”
Our special little bubble is rudely burst by the sound of another outboard motor. This time, it’s much easier to disengage. In two seconds flat, I’ve slid out of Bruno’s hole and plopped onto my stomach beside him, obscuring my raging hard-on underneath me. When the boat has careened off into the distance, Bruno turns to me. “Maybe we should go for a dip?”
It takes effort and concentration for me to get down the embankment into the river. There are reeds and tree roots and tripping hazards galore, but I make sure I memorise the terrain for when I get out. I feel like a helpless old person, but Bruno is undeterred, holding my hand and guiding me with a firm grip on my shoulder. The water is cool as we swim out into the shallows, and I’m pleased to find there is a solid sandy riverbed underneath my feet.
“Brendan seems pretty content,” says Bruno, wading towards me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
I squint up at our little alcove to spot a blurry, furry form lounging on the grass. I can’t make out any detail, but I’ve seen him in this position so many times I can picture it in my head: he’s lying on his side, propped up with his front paws out like the sphinx, his head turned towards the sun. When he was younger, I would have had to keep a much closer eye on him with all his puppy-like exuberance. These days, he’s quite content to kick back and chill out until it’s time for a walk.
Satisfied that my boy is happy, I turn my focus to Bruno once more. His damp beard glistens in the sunlight, the black curly hair with its patches of silver steadfastly holding shape. I can’t say the same for mine—when it gets wet, the wavy hair weighs down and I look like a drowned rat.
The kindness in Bruno’s eyes cuts through me as I watch him study my face. Slowly, he moves forward and joins his lips to mine. Our kiss is gentle, sustained. His mouth is soft and his tongue lazily explores inside me, rubbing over and under my own tongue in a luxurious shuffle. Warmth spreads throughout my chest and travels through my body, shattering into a supernova of tingles at the surface of my skin. The sheer sensual beauty of it all is only disturbed by the incessant throbbing in my crotch.
Grinding my hips forward, my erection brushes over Bruno’s. He pushes back, grunting into my mouth as we both find a new urgency. Bending down, Bruno grips my thighs and draws my legs up and around his waist. We’re buoyed by the water, and it feels like we weigh nothing. Gravity doesn’t exist; only the strong pull of Bruno desperately trying to get me as close as possible. “You know, I could easily fuck you right here,” he pants, grinding his penis against my taint.
“Do it,” I moan. It’s an emergency. I can’t even hide how much I need him right now.
Reaching down below my leg, Bruno frees himself from his shorts and I feel his hard cock pressing up into my crack. After one more fumble, he’s pulled my shorts aside and his rigid knob is butting hard against my bare hole. I’m desperate for him. I know I’m not lubed, but I can’t bear to break this rhythm we’ve got happening. Spending the next few days with a sore arse is a price I’m willing to pay. I close my eyes, groaning hard as I try to expand my arsehole to accommodate him. I can feel the burn as he starts to enter a little, but he’s just too big and thick.
“Hang on a moment,” I gasp, shooting Bruno a smile and wriggling from his embrace. I wade back to shore and scramble up the embankment, bending forward to steady myself with my arms. The picnic blanket is mere steps away and I spot the sun glinting off the brown plastic bottle of Reef oil. Emptying a huge squirt into my palm, I pull my hard dick from my shorts and coat it well. I need it as slick as possible, because I am determined to shoot like a rocket. Glancing back out to the water, I spot Bruno facing my way. I turn my back to him, yank down my shorts, pull one arse cheek out and bend right over. Shoving two fingers up my hole, I pump them in and out, giving Bruno the best little show I can manage as I grease myself up good and proper.
“Jesus!” shouts Bruno. “Stop torturing me and get back in here!”
Quick as I can, I make my way down the embankment once more. I look at my feet the whole time, concentrating as hard as I can. I have to get to him now. I’m barely back in his arms before he’s hiked my legs up high again. I wrap them around his thick body, then lean back in the water, tilting my hips to give him easy entry. Bruno grips me under the arse and pulls the fabric of my shorts aside. Straight away, he’s pressing his huge knob against my anus. This time, it’s a lot easier. I push hard against him and feel his girth as it stretches my hole in the most sublime way possible. It hurts so good I have to stop myself crying out. Pulling against his buttocks with my ankles, I draw him towards my arse as he thrusts headlong into me.
I’m absolutely elated. I feel so incredibly manly right now. So potent, so virile. The ache in my arse has travelled right up through my taint, my balls and along my shaft to my knob. In one deliberate move, I’ve reached into the leg of my shorts and pulled out my throbbing penis. “I’m sorry, Bruno, I’m going to blow so bloody fast,” I pant, as I begin to rub hard over my knob. “But you keep fucking me as long as you need to. You know I’ll love every second of it.”
Bruno’s white teeth glint as a lascivious grin overtakes his entire face. Without a word, he starts shafting me as hard as he can. “Yeah? Like this? Fuck you like the hot little bearslut you are?”
My brow is wrinkled with ecstatic pain. “Yes. Fuck me so fucking hard, Harry. I’m begging you. Please, my arse is dying for it.”
Bruno roars and tightens his grip around my hips. His colossal dick is punching my prostate with such vigour that I know there’s no use trying to hold off. I can feel it happening already. “I’m gonna come,” I wail, my voice breaking into what almost sounds like embarrassing sobs. But I'm powerless. My whole body convulses as my orgasm fights hard against the massive rod ploughing into my g-spot. For one brief, blessed moment, I’m on the verge of bursting, before my body finally detonates. Squinting down, I see the perfect arcs of sperm catapulting from my raging red knob, skidding across the wet fur on my belly.
“Oh, fuck!” yells Bruno, barrelling forward and licking hard at my stomach, trying to catch every drop of my load. His rigid cock slips from my arsehole as he pulls me upright against him and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. He thrashes it around, rubbing it hard over every surface, eagerly feeding me the load he’s pounded out of me. It’s like we’re madly indulging in something forbidden, something only two men as close as we are can possibly share.
With his mouth still pressed against mine, Bruno swallows hard. I let the spoils of our intimacy linger a moment longer as I look deep into his dark eyes. Slowly, I feel his hand slide between us and begin to move on his penis. I know what to do now.
Without breaking contact, I slide around his warm body and cuddle him from behind. With one hand, I reach up to his pierced nipple and begin to roll it between my fingers. I slide my other hand into his arse crack and push my thumb straight into his hole. By the time the pad of it hits his prostate, Bruno is moaning every second, barely stopping to breathe. I can feel his anus tightening and releasing every time I stroke over the hardened g-spot. “I have never been fucked so well in my life, Bru,” I croon into his ear.
“Yeah?” he gasps. “Tell me how much you loved it.”
“You sent me to fucking heaven. You pounded my fucking hole so good I nearly fainted.”
“Oh, God.” Bruno’s voice is wavering. “Keep going. Please.”
“You mean this?” I move my thumb a bit more forcefully, thrusting it in and out of his tight ring, butting it against his prostate with every shove.
“Yes. Harder. Oh, fuck. Yes… harder!”
I begin to slam it into him at double speed, rolling his nipple more firmly. His prostate is swelling fast. “You’re coming, aren’t you? I can feel it. Do you know how much I love this hot, sweet little cunt of yours, Bru?”
“Euh! Euh! Euh! Oh, FUCK!” Bruno’s arsehole clamps tight, squeezing out my thumb when his body starts to shake. I ram it back up inside just in time to feel the wild spasming at the front of his rectal wall, prime evidence of the huge load he’s blasting out into the water. I’m wrapped so tight around him, joined to him in the most intimate way possible, living this entire experience with him. Every jolt of his body. Every rise and fall of his ribs. Every pulse of his anus. Every vibration in his chest. We are one.
We are one.