Chapter 14 #4
“Randall, I’ve never …” he said as I clenched my inner walls again.
Instead of finishing the thought, he arched back, moaning with abandon, his movements becoming erratic.
He was up on his knees again, his hand, free from supporting his weight, found my cock, and he pumped me as erratically as he was pumping my ass.
“Coming!” he screamed, and it ended on another moan as he stilled, and I could feel him pulsing inside me.
He’d stopped all motion, and I swatted his hand away and pumped myself in a frenzied fashion.
His orgasm seemed to go on and on, and he began thrusting again and grunting.
“Never in my life,” he spit out one word per thrust. “Please tell me you feel it too!” he exclaimed, and the thought had him focused on me again.
I was still pumping myself, but I opened my legs to allow him to pull out.
Instead, one of his hands found its way back to my dick as the other wrapped my thigh back around him.
“Don’t go,” he pleaded in a whisper, then he added, “Come for me.”
He matched my frenzied pace, and after only a few tugs, I was doing just that, the world going dark around me for a brief moment, no sound coming from me, just an open-mouthed “o” that let him know I was heading over the edge.
I opened my eyes quickly, and the dancing flames were like fireworks, going off behind him.
Spurt after spurt of cum shot out of me as if fired from a pressure cannon, finding its way all over my torso.
Eventually, a few final dribbles rained on Austin’s hand as it slowed and stopped its movements, though he didn’t let go.
His hand stayed wrapped around my dick, and my legs still had him locked to me as we both rasped out heavy breaths, sweaty chests heaving and glistening in the firelight’s glow. Eventually, my breathing turned to a sigh. “One of us is going to have to let go.”
I could feel his dick softening, so I dropped my legs.
He let go of me but not by simply dropping my own diminishing member.
Instead, he led it down to rest on my stomach before gripping his own dick to hold the condom as he pulled out.
He let out a little moan that my hiss couldn’t quite cover up.
He tied off the condom and flopped down next to me, running his fingers through my damp hair to pull it back from my face.
“Are you okay? Was I too rough?” I was moving my head back and forth before he’d even finished the questions.
I flexed my inner walls, and I could feel a sensation, not strong enough to call a burn, but prevalent enough to know I would be feeling it for some time.
I tried not to think about feeling it at Christmas dinner with his parents.
“I have never been more okay, Austin. That was incredible.”
“Wait!” Austin jumped up and grabbed the condom, heading first toward the kitchen, then to the bathroom.
I marveled at his boundless energy. I thought about being his age but then tried my best to stop thinking about that altogether.
He returned with a washcloth in one hand, my glasses in the other.
I reached up for my glasses, but he ignored me, placing them on my head instead of simply handing them to me.
He knelt next to me and began wiping off my chest in broad strokes.
He watched himself work, a look of admiration on his face.
“You fucking came all over yourself. I’ve never seen anything so hot.
” When he was satisfied with his work, he jumped up again, and I started to rise up as well.
“Don’t move!” he admonished, but I stayed hoisted up on my elbows, watching him sprint to the laundry room.
He came back empty-handed and bounded up the stairs to my office loft, descending moments later as quickly as he’d ascended, the comforter from the futon bunched up and hanging over one arm, two pillows hugged to his chest in the other.
Our eyes were locked as he rounded the couch and stood at my feet, unfurrowing the blanket and flicking it over my body.
“I was promised a nap,” he said as he stood above me, leaning down to lift my head and place a pillow underneath it.
He dropped the other one as he came up next to me, lifted the cover, and laid down, turning into me to crook one leg over mine, splaying my chest with his hand like he’d done before.
I curled toward him, and we wrapped ourselves up in each other.
I tried to think of what to say, imagining us lying there in front of the fire and sharing secrets.
Our arms found their ways under each other’s heads, and we both leaned back onto the pillows.
I have no idea what time it was when I woke up, but it was dark outside, and the generator was still running.
I was also starving. Austin was wrapped around me, his head on my chest as he breathed peacefully.
My glasses had been removed again, but I could see them close by on the coffee table.
Austin could have easily removed them and reached behind him to drop them down, so I must have fallen asleep before he did.
I looked down at the mat of strawberry-blond hair resting on my chest, mixed with my own salt-and-pepper chest hair. I held him just a little tighter.
Not wanting to disturb him, I lay there and stared up at the vaulted ceiling.
Maybe, just maybe I could have this, I thought.
Someone easy to be around, someone I felt like I could be myself with.
Someone who lit me up from the inside, but who I also just wanted to hang out with, watching stupid movies or cooking dinner.
My dreams were so simple that I pictured us on either side of the couch, our feet propped on the coffee table, both of us with laptops in hand, both of us working quietly and peacefully sharing space.
There would be none of the huffing and sighing of a bored David, who would nag until he got what he wanted.
There would be compromise, for sure, but shared compromise, choices made for each other because we wanted to see each other happy.
I’d never had that. I’d never let myself have that.
Maybe never thinking a shy, awkward computer programmer like me, who hadn’t had the nerve to tell a guy in college how he felt, deserved to have it.
I’d come back to the States thinking I’d become a new man, the type who could have a fling or a series of one-night stands.
I’d managed to hook up with one random guy, then catch feelings for the very next man to smile and flirt with me.
How ironic that it was this man, so unlike his father, who had me thinking this way. Had me hoping. Had me feeling comfortable and excited and not all that shy after all.
Maybe, just maybe, I could have this.