Chapter 25
LOUIS
Forty-two years I’d lived on this planet.
Forty-two years of waking up to winter snowstorms, of childhood days spent building snow forts and adult days spent grumbling about shoveling and traffic delays.
And on the seventy-sixth day of my forty-second year, I woke up to a world blanketed in white.
And for the very first time, I did so wrapped in the arms of another man.
I thought back over it, wondering if I’d miscalculated. I’d had relationships in my life . . . hookups that had turned into sleepovers. Surely one of them had taken place during a winter storm . . . but if that were the case, I definitely couldn’t recall.
What I did know for sure, now that I’d experienced it, was that waking up wrapped in a man’s arms while the world outside looked like a shaken-up snow globe, was quite possibly one of life’s best-kept secrets.
There was something utterly delicious about it .
. . the warmth, the snuggle, the skin against skin, the erection pressed into the cleft of my ass .
. . all while snow swirled about, blanketing the world in white.
Even better was the realization that we didn’t have a single place we needed to be.
We could stay here, tucked away in each other’s arms for the rest of the day, without a single fuck to give.
The aforementioned erection pressed itself into me just a little more insistently. The thighs behind mine flexed. The hand on my hip squeezed. Warm breath ghosted along my ear just before teeth nipped at my lobe.
“Mmm” rumbled out of my chest as I pressed my ass back into his dick and turned my head to greet him with a kiss. “That’s one way to say good morning. My favorite way, in fact.”
“That so?” Matty nudged his cock another inch forward, his precum lubricating the inside of my thighs as he slid along my taint, sending tendrils of heat thrumming through my system.
“Brrrowww.” Ernie jumped onto the bed, headbutting me and purring louder than any damn cat I’d ever heard.
“Terrible timing, Ern. Go away.” Matty reached over me and poked at the cat with his first two fingers.
Not to be deterred, Ernie scooted farther down the bed, placed both paws on my knee and began making biscuits, his paws kneading with surprising strength for such a small animal.
The sigh Matthew let out was one of heavy defeat. “I better go feed him. He’s not going to give up until he gets his breakfast.”
I chuckled. “I’m certainly not going anywhere in this weather.”
He gave me a quick kiss. “You better not.”
I admired his very fine form as he strode out into the living room not wearing a stitch of clothing. Deciding it might be best to freshen up while he was occupied with the cat, I stepped out of the bedroom and headed for the bathroom.
“I’m just going to take a quick shower,” I called out on my way.
“You said you weren’t going anywhere,” he hollered back.
“I meant I wasn’t leaving the apartment. But you’re welcome to shower with me if you want.” I shut the door behind me without waiting for a response.
Matty ended up joining me in the shower a few moments later, and as much as I loved a good shower fuck, I convinced him to focus on actually getting clean instead. I had plans for him, you see.
After our shower, I whipped us up some scrambled eggs and toast, convincing him with a sassy wink that we needed to keep up our strength. He shook his head but humored me. His willingness to go along with my bullshit was one of my favorite things about him.
Once finished with our breakfast, I dragged him back to bed, insisted we both get naked, then commandeered his iPad and pulled up a porn site.
“What’s this?” he asked, a hint of crimson flooding his cheeks beneath the beard.
“Welcome to ‘gay sex two-oh-one.’ Your next lesson . . . rimming.”
The way his brain short-circuited was written all over his face. Poor guy. “What was ‘gay sex one-oh-one’?”
“One-oh-one is frotting. But we went out of order and started with one-oh-two, which is mutual hand jobs, circled back to the frotting, and then moved on to one-oh-three, which is blow jobs.”
“And watching porn is two-oh-one?” Humor was seeping in, a twinkle in his eye taking over the flush of embarrassment.
“Rimming is two-oh-one. Porn can be enjoyed at any stage,” I said, very matter-of-factly.
“Can’t you just show me the rimming stuff? Do we really need to watch porn?”
“First of all”—I held up my index finger—“why are you so anti-porn? Porn is delightful!” I held up my middle finger, adding it to the first. “Secondly, if I’m showing you how rimming works, are you doing it to me? Or am I doing it to you?”
Oh, there was that blush again. And damn, there was something adorable about a gruff, forty-year-old bearded man going full flush at the mention of rimming.
“Just hit play,” he mumbled. Grinning, I performed a search and then scrolled through the thumbnails of the videos that came up.
I wanted something relatively quick and dirty.
I didn’t think Matty would appreciate a long, drawn-out video.
It would need to be something that hooked him right away, so he forgot to be embarrassed and instead focused on the pleasure being had by both parties.
It was the best way to get him out of his head.
A shorter, ten-minute video caught my eye. I recognized the couple as one who regularly made videos of relatively decent quality, so I tapped play.
The men started with kissing, tongues tangling aggressively as they stood next to the bed. Matty fidgeted next to me, but his eyes were locked on the screen and a quick glance at his cock showed he was interested.
The taller, lankier guy climbed onto the bed with the shorter, stockier guy following him.
Short guy gave his dick a tug, then began trailing kisses down tall guy’s chest and abs until his lips arrived at tall guy’s dick.
Long and lean, just like his body, his cock jutted out proudly, begging to be sucked.
As the two guys proceeded with a blow job, Matthew wiggled beside me like he was trying to get comfortable. Another glance at his dick confirmed that he was fully invested now. “You can touch yourself. Take the edge off.” I gave my own dick a tug, sending a ripple of pleasure vibrating through me.
“I feel ridiculous watching porn with you sitting right next to me.” Ah, my poor sexually repressed baby-bi.
“But you’re turned on, right?”
“That’s not the point.”
“It’s absolutely the point. The entire porn industry is built on this point.” I released my own dick in favor of stroking his, smiling as a shudder ran through him at the contact. “C’mon, Matty. Let go. Let yourself enjoy this.”
Little by little, some of the tension eased from his body as I stroked him at a leisurely pace. I wanted him to relax, but I didn’t want him to come yet. Not until I had my tongue in his ass.
“Damn, babe. I love this ass.”
Short guy’s voice rang out, reminding me that we still had a porn video running. My eyes returned to the screen just as short guy gave tall guy’s ass a light slap, then spread his cheeks wide so the camera could get a shot of tall guy’s hole.
Again, I flicked my eyes over to Matthew’s, trying to gauge his comfort level with this turn of events. To my relief, his eyes were locked on the screen. He was riveted.
Short guy bent forward, and the camera angle changed so we could see him swipe the flat of his tongue directly over tall guy’s asshole.
Short guy moaned as if tall guy’s ass was the best peach he’d ever tasted.
He went after it again, lapping at his hole with confident, thorough strokes.
For his part, tall guy kept up a running commentary in between his moans, groans, and grunts.
Matty was reacting exactly as I’d hoped.
His eyes were still glued to the screen, but his hips had begun to rock ever so slightly, causing his dick to slide in and out of my fist. Figuring I had him close enough to where I wanted him—and damned if the video hadn’t gotten me worked up too—I released his cock and moved down the bed to rest between Matthew’s thighs.
“Spread your legs for me.”
“Wh-what?” He tore his eyes away from the screen, his face registering surprise, like he hadn’t noticed that I’d moved into a different position.
I couldn’t help but smile a little. “Spread your legs. It’s time for your lesson.”
“I thought watching porn was the lesson.”
“I told you, porn can be used for all lessons. And so far you’ve had a nice introduction.” I put my hands on his knees and gently spread them wider. “Now we’re going to get to the part of the lesson where we practice what we’ve learned.”