Chapter 17 #3
Blake slowly circled Ethan’s rim, teasing him with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh god,” Ethan murmured, his hole quivering, his legs trembling. “Don’t stop.”
Blake devoured Ethan’s ass, alternating deep licks with quick flicks of his tongue. When he wriggled the tip inside, Ethan shook like he’d had an electric shock, moaning and pulling his knees closer to his chest so Blake could lick even deeper.
When Blake finally came up for air, his mouth and chin glistened with saliva. “Where’s your lube?”
“Nightstand” was the only word Ethan could manage.
Blake rooted through the drawer and brought over a tube of KY jelly and a condom. He squeezed a ribbon of lube onto his finger. “KY, huh? Kickin’ it old school.”
Ethan smiled and rolled his eyes. “It what’s available at the pharmacy I go to.”
“I’ll get you a bottle of Gun Oil. You’ll never go back to KY.”
“I haven’t needed––” Ethan lost his train of thought as Blake’s thick finger pressed inside of him.
It had been an embarrassingly long time since Ethan had been fucked – almost a year. He focused on breathing, and relaxing around Blake’s finger.
“That’s so good,” Ethan moaned, as endorphins flooded his system.
Blake eased in a second finger. He swallowed Ethan’s cock again and sucked him while massaging his prostate with slow, deep circles.
Ethan remembered why he loved being fucked. The sensation was mind-blowing.
“Ready?” Blake asked, withdrawing his fingers.
“Yeah, but go slow. It’s been a while.”
“Do you want to sit on my dick, so you’re in control?
“Yeah, good idea.”
Blake rolled onto his back. He grinned and patted his thighs. “Ready when you are.”
After rolling a condom onto Blake’s cock and slicking him up with more lube, Ethan straddled his hips. He gripped the base of Blake’s shaft and lined it up with his hole. Taking a deep breath, he lowered himself onto the plump cockhead.
Blake’s tip easily slipped through Ethan’s outer ring of muscle, but bumped up against his innermost ring.
“You’re so tight.” Blake rubbed Ethan’s thighs. “Keep breathing, baby.”
Ethan panted and bore down until his inner ring gave way and Blake breached him, igniting a fire in his ass. He hissed and held still until the burning subsided. He knew it would get better; he just needed a moment to get used to Blake’s girth.
After a minute or so, the discomfort passed and was replaced by the need for more. More sensation. More depth. More cock.
Ethan lowered himself further, and with a sudden glide, Blake filled him, the tip of his dick grazing Ethan’s prostate and eliciting a full-body shiver of pleasure.
Blake moaned. “You feel so good.”
“You do, too. So thick and hard.” Ethan slid down until his cheeks pressed against Blake’s balls. Blake was all the way inside him now. Pleasantly full, Ethan felt as if a missing part of himself had finally been returned.
He lifted his ass, then slid down again, starting to fuck himself on Blake’s dick. The pressure inside him was overwhelming, but with every downward thrust, the sensation mellowed into pure pleasure.
Ethan bucked his hips faster, surrendering to how wet and open he was, and how easily Blake slid inside him.
He spit in his hand and smeared it on his cock, mixing it with the pre-cum dripping from his slit. Leaning forward, he braced his free hand on the bed. He was ready to hand over control.
“Fuck me, Blake.”
Blake grabbed Ethan’s hips and planted his feet on the mattress. He thrust upward, drawing a groan from both of them. As Ethan jerked off, Blake snapped his hips, pulling out and driving back in, his balls slapping against Ethan’s ass cheeks.
Their chests glistened with perspiration, and beads of sweat coursed down Ethan’s forehead. The air was thick with the musky, manly scent of their sex, and the smell drove Ethan wild. He bounced on Blake’s cock, meeting his every thrust, taking him as deeply as possible.
There was no more thought – just instinct. Two men on the verge of orgasm, their bodies slamming together in an insistent rhythm, seeking the ultimate release.
Ethan’s balls pulled up tight to his shaft. “Oh, Blake, I lo––” He bit his lower lip and whimpered before blurting, “I’m going to come!”
He cried out, and his cum shot everywhere, his asshole squeezing around Blake’s cock with every contraction.
A second later, Blake followed him over the edge, shaking as he emptied his balls inside Ethan’s ass.
Sweaty and sated, they panted together as they came down from their orgasms.
Gingerly lifting his ass, Ethan hissed as Blake’s softening cock slid out of his tender hole.
“That was incredible,” Blake said, clearly struggling to stay awake. “I think you broke me.”
Ethan chuckled and patted Blake’s chest. “You rest. I’ll grab a towel.”
He rushed to the bathroom, and paused in the doorway. Two glowing yellow eyes stared up at him from the bath mat. A low growl rumbled through the bathroom.
“Hi, you little asshat.” Ethan quickly opened his linen closet and pulled out the first towel he found. “Na-na, I got laid tonight,” he taunted, hurrying back to bed before Creamsicle could attack his ankles.
Ethan wiped off their bodies, then helped Blake under the covers. They snuggled together, with Ethan as the little spoon, Blake’s arm wrapped around his waist.
Seconds later, Blake was snoring softly.
Ethan had almost said it, almost blurted out I love you at the height of passion. Although he was rusty on his dating mores, especially in the current oversexed, commitment-phobic landscape of gay dating in the digital age, even he knew it was too soon to say it out loud.
But he trusted what he felt. For now, he could keep it to himself. A secret in his heart.
He burrowed into his boyfriend’s warm embrace, a smile on his face. Before he drifted off, Ethan was dimly aware of Creamsicle jumping onto the bed and curling up in the hollow behind Blake’s knees, vibrating with his broken purr.