Chapter 5 #2
He was seconds from coming when Chris grabbed his hips and tried to lead again. Jude snatched his wrists and tugged them overhead.
“I’m in charge.”
Chris stared up at him, grunting a little with every bounce.
“Say it,” Jude commanded.
Chris frowned.
“Say I’m in charge.”
Chris trembled under him before mumbling, “You’re… in charge.”
“Louder.”
“You’re in charge.”
“Damned right I am,” Jude spat, quickening his pace. “You’d best remember it.”
He kept ahold of Chris’s wrists with one hand, lowering the other to stroke his own cock as he rode toward oblivion. Chris kept trying to lift to kiss his lips, but he turned away, refusing to give in. He focused on the sound of their bodies joining and the friction of every downward stroke.
Struggling to come, he quickened his pace again, but it was no use. Finally, he climbed off and bent Chris in half, knees to chest.
Panic flared in Chris’s eyes. “I don’t bottom.”
“I don’t top.”
Jude pulled Chris’s cock out from between his closed legs. It pointed up at him, red and angry inside the condom. Jude straddled the back of Chris’s thighs and mounted his shaft again, keeping the guy’s legs bent like a bottom’s might be.
“Oooooh, fuuuuck,” Chris groaned, his fingers white knuckling the sheets.
Jude rode Chris’s cock with abandon, in full control.
Just the way he liked it.
It didn’t take much for Chris to come. He soon roared as he filled the condom, his entire body convulsing with pleasure. Chris panted … and made one final pulse inside him.
“That… was… amazing,” Chris gasped.
Jude, unfortunately, had yet to come.
“Any chance for a second nut?” Jude asked, slowly pumping over Chris’s cock.
“Not usually.”
The shaft slowly grew softer as Jude stroked.
Great.
Jude slowed, rolling his eyes.
“That was… fucking amazing.” Chris trembled with an aftershock. “I’ve never been in that position before. Never seen anyone fuck that way.”
Not many tops had.
Jude rose off Chris’s cock. He lowered both legs and climbed onto the guy’s chest, aiming his cock toward those soft looking lips. “I haven’t come yet.”
Chris eyed him a second. Without another word, he licked him from tip to root and back again before suckling Jude to the back of his throat.
Jude fucked Chris’s mouth a few seconds before pausing to drag a dildo from his nightstand.
He slid the silicone shaft into his ass before knocking against Chris’s tonsils again.
As he slid the toy out, he fed Chris his cock. Back and forth, fucking himself and Chris’s mouth. Finally, he felt the glimmer of an orgasm spark. He pumped his hips, forcing the pace faster. Chris choked on his cock all while he plunged the toy deep.
Closing his eyes, he focused on the twin sensations.
The momentum built, the fire inside rising.
When he finally came, he shot off down Chris’s throat, watching him desperately trying to swallow.
Some of Jude’s cum dripped from the corners of his mouth and down his cheeks. He grinned, liking the visual it made.
Finally sated, he pulled out the dildo and dropped it onto the floor beside the bed before he spun, collapsing onto his back, reveling in the afterglow of his orgasm.
“Jesus,” Chris said, lying beside him and staring at the ceiling. He rolled to his side and lifted his head, hoisted above one elbow. “I’ve never met another bottom like you.”
“That’s me. One of a kind,” Jude said with a hint of sarcasm.
Chris smiled. “I get tired of guys just lying there and making me do all the work. Guessing what they like. You tell me exactly what you want and that’s so hot.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Jude said. He rolled over and kissed Chris, grabbing the back of his head. “Thanks for the orgasm. Now get out.”
Chris chuckled. “I know the drill.”
Jude stretched his arms over his head as Chris climbed out of bed and peeled off the condom.
After a little cleanup in the bathroom, Chris got dressed while Jude watched, wishing the guy would hurry up and leave.
He chuckled to himself. He’d invited him over to not be alone… and now it’s all Jude wanted.
As he zipped up his pants, Chris lifted his gaze. “What’re you doing this weekend?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, if you’re feeling lonely, give me a shout. I could give you my phone number this time.”
“I’ll just find you on Grindr if I want another hookup.”
“I meant… maybe more than just a hookup. A hang? Dinner? Whatever?”
Jude glanced his way. Chris was okay, but he wasn’t boyfriend material. Actually, he was the one who wasn’t boyfriend material. “I’m not in the right headspace for more than random encounters right now.”
Nor might he ever be.
“Oh,” Chris said. He sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped his running shoes on, his shoulders sagging a bit. “I guess I’ll catch you around, then.”
Jude jumped out of bed and dragged on his briefs. “I’ll walk you out.”
He trailed Chris out of the bedroom and found someone sitting on his couch. A huge someone wearing a Giants jersey and a mean glare.
“You like fucking other men’s husbands?”
“Give it a break, Anton,” Jude said, pushing Chris toward the door.
Chris looked over a shoulder. “You’re married?”
“No,” Jude said while Anton said, “Yes.”
Chris stared between them, by all rights confused.
“Don’t let him lie to you,” Anton snapped, his brow furrowing deeper.
Jude glared at Anton. Anton glared back.
Chris met Jude’s stare.
“He’s my best friend. Nothing more.”
Chris didn’t look convinced. Jude rushed him toward the stairs. They walked down in silence.
“Seriously… are you married?” Chris asked, one hand on the doorknob.
“My friend’s just being an asshole,” Jude yelled up the stairs loud enough for Anton to hear. “Don’t pay him any mind.”
Chris stared at him, blinking.
“I am not, nor have I ever been, married,” Jude said. “He’s fucking with you.”
“Oh,” Chris murmured, eyes wide. “See ya round, I guess.”
“Night,” Jude said. He locked the door and ran up the steps, finding Anton with his nose in his phone. “I’m really starting to regret giving you a key.”
“Any top who gets off before his bottom isn’t worth your time,” Anton said, never lifting his gaze from his phone.
“How long have you been sitting there listening?” Jude asked.
Anton shrugged. “A while.” He lowered his cell and lifted his gaze. “Also, can you lay off the clean-cut blond guys? I know you have a type but give it a fucking rest already. They all look the same.”
“You’re a clean-cut blon—” Jude chuckled. “Who am I kidding? You’re not clean-cut.”
Anton tossed his too-long hair to one side before scrubbing his overgrown stubble. “I’ve never been accused of being clean-cut, thankfully. I’ve also never fucked you, so there’s that, too.”
“I was planning on saying I should lay off you, too, and take back my key, but it went to a weird place, didn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Anton said.
“As far as the clean-cut blonds, I like what I like,” Jude said. He slumped onto the couch beside Anton and stretched his legs. “You know, the invite was for the game. You’re late. Game’s over. I got work tomorrow.”
“Giants did their thing tonight,” Anton said, grinning happily.
“When did you become a fan?”
“Since I joined the betting pool at work. It’s amazing how much more fun football is when you’ve got money riding on the games.”
Jude shook his head, chuckling. “Well, my friend, I need to go to bed. Six a.m. wakeup call and all.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Anton said, rising. He turned to Jude. “Before I go, I got an invite to a party in the city this weekend.”
“And?”
“One of those parties.”
“I haven’t gotten an invite, so no worries. Go. Have fun,” Jude said.
“Actually… I’m inviting you.”
Jude eyed him. “We had a conversation about this.”
“I know, I know, but it’s… a different crowd. I don’t know anyone there very well. I just want to make sure it passes the vibe check. Having a wingman will make it easier to leave if it doesn’t feel right.”
Jude shook his head. “Anton… come on.”
“I suspect the guy hosting has a big enough place that we can probably stay away from one another all night.” When Jude didn’t answer, he added, “It’s not like I can ask anyone else to go.”
Jude sighed.
“What else are you going to do with your weekend?” Anton hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “Hang out with the guy who could barely make you come?”
Not many have been able to lately.
That’s what had led him to agreeing to go his first orgy.
The guys on Grindr were all blurring together and most struggled to make him come.
Cruising in some hot spots he’d heard about had been hot, but he hadn’t felt completely safe—plus most of the men had balked at wearing protection.
He wasn’t sure if the parties were what he really wanted either, but he needed something to quell the loneliness eating away at him.
Maybe it was time to take a break and be celibate for a hot minute, just to reset things.
“Are you really going to make me go alone?” Anton asked.
It was really something seeing a six-foot-five, two-hundred-twenty pound man pouting.
“For fuck’s sake…” Jude growled before erupting into laughter. “Fine. I’ll go, but you’ll owe me. Big.”
Anton grinned. “I’ll swing by after the shop closes Saturday, and we can ride the train in together.”
Jude bumped Anton’s fist.
“By the way, you ever been fisted?” Anton asked.
“No,” Jude said, eyes widening. “Please tell me that’s not what this is.”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Anton said before walking down the stairs.
“Anton…?”
“I’m just fucking with you, dude,” Anton yelled from near the bottom.
Jude relaxed.
“Or am I?” Anton shouted before he opened and closed the front door.
He better be joking.