4. Graham
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GRAHAM
I last all of two seconds in Silas’s ass. I’m actually surprised I lasted the whole two. At first contact with his tight, unforgiving rim, I knew I was a goner. No sooner had I sheathed my dick in his hot, welcoming hole than cum was pouring out of me, and I was crumpling into a trembling heap on top of him.
The blow job got me pretty worked up and loosening him up with lubed fingers like he told me to had me on a dangerous edge. It’s no wonder I didn’t last. At least now I know what it feels like.
He lets me lie there for a minute or so, still inside him, before he taps me on the shoulder. I get the idea he’s done being smothered. “Sorry,” I mumble, trying not to be embarrassed.
“Plenty of time to try again if you want,” he says.
“Or you could fuck me instead,” I offer.
“I’m still recovering from that blow job.”
I’m not sure what to make of that, but it’s not surprising, I guess. I wasn’t exactly a sex machine just now.
I remove my condom, tie it off, and climb out of bed, going into the bathroom to throw it away and splash some water on my overheated face. With a damp towel, I wipe the lube and cum off my cock. Thinking he might want to clean up, too, I return to the bed where he’s turned to his side and offer him the towel.
He takes it, uses it, and tosses it to the floor on the other side of the bed rather than handing it back to me.
“How’s it feel?” he asks.
I frown.
“You’re not a virgin anymore.”
I crack a smile when I realize he’s smiling, too. “I don’t know. Do I look different?”
He laughs. “A little.”
I pull up the edge of the duvet and slide underneath the covers. He scoots over to make room for me. “What was your first time like?” I ask.
“Topping? Honestly, I kept losing my erection. I was drunk. It was a lot of work. It felt good enough, but it wore me the fuck out. He was half passed out, too, though, so a mediocre experience all around.”
“How old were you?”
“Twenty? Something like that?”
“And who were you with?”
“Just a guy I was seeing casually at the time.”
“Has there ever been anyone special?” I ask.
Silas blinks, long lashes fluttering several times before looking away.
“I’m sorry,” I say quickly.
“No—it’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting… Yeah, there was someone. We broke up a year ago. It was rough. Sore spot.”
“Again, I’m sorry.”
“You had no way of knowing, and it’s not like you and I will ever see each other again.”
That’s both true and depressing. I sigh. I’ve always hated goodbyes. I prefer them when I don’t see them coming, but either way, they make me sad—both the lead up to and the remembrance of.
“How’ve you managed to live this long and never been with anyone?” Silas asks.
“Discipline?”
He laughs. “Seriously?”
“I probably had my fair share of chances in college—and believe me, if I had it to do over again, I might have done it differently, but at the time, I was incredibly focused—very sleep-deprived, and I didn’t want to think about being gay.”
“Got it,” Silas murmurs, rolling onto his back.
“Like I could have urges and want things, but if they were contrary to my purpose, I could rise above them. Like a priest, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it,” Silas assures me. “So, what is it you think of people like me, then?”
“What do you mean?”
“You think I have a choice? About how I live or who I love?”
“No,” I say softly, realizing how all that must have sounded. I know better than anyone I was born this way. “I don’t think that at all. Honestly, I was more interested in law than dating, and I chose not to act on passing urges. I wasn’t trying to prove it could be done or anything. I’m not telling you this to say ‘see—you could go have a traditional marriage of convenience to a pretty girl, too.’ Because why the fuck would you want that?” Especially when you can do this .
“Why the fuck do you?” he asks.
I avoid his penetrating gaze. “I thought I explained all that.”
“There are gay politicians, you know?”
“A little late for me to come out now, even if I didn’t deeply fear the wrath of my parents.”
“You still live with them or something? ”
“Until tomorrow,” I say.
“What would they do?”
“Disown me. Disavow me. Who knows? I got really used to maintaining the status quo, and it’s a little late to back out now.”
“Here’s a free reminder—you’re a grown man. With a law degree.”
“Right, well…I’m also pragmatic. If I can manage to outlive my dad—I inherit, and then I can help out my sister and her kids, make sure my mom’s all set, and hopefully give my own kids a good start in life. Orgasms are great, but they’re not lifetime security.”
“You’ve made interesting choices,” Silas says.
“Including tonight?”
“Yeah. It’s a hell of a bachelor party you’re throwing yourself.”
I laugh. “Don’t hate me.”
“I barely know you.”
“Still…”
Silas turns to his side, takes my hand and places it on his cock. “If you want the rest of the gay experience, we’ll need to stop talking about lifetime security and pragmatism. Get me hard so I can fuck you.”
I switch on like a power plant—dick rising to full mast and heart thundering away again. Spitting in my hand, I grip his cock and get it wet. My gaze lands on his mouth. To my surprise, he reaches for me, too, fisting my dick and pressing his mouth to my shoulder.
I turn to face him, forcing him to move his lips to my other shoulder. I inhale the lemony scent of his hair as he gathers our cocks together and jerks them as one.
“Oh, God …” I groan when his hard, silken flesh meets mine.
“You like that?”
“Yeah…it’s…fuck yeah.”
Silas kisses my neck, his warm breath gusting and sending chills down my spine. My dick pulses in his grip. Every second, his grows stiffer—more rigid against mine. “Should I stop? Could you, Mister Discipline?” he teases.
“Fuck you.” I grab him by the arm, nails digging in, because if he stops now, I’ll—I don’t even know.
“You’ve got a choice, Graham…” he murmurs into my neck. “You can either take your vows in front of your priest tomorrow with a wrecked asshole, or you can walk away right now.”
I growl. “I’m not sure I trust you to stay hard.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” he breathes into my ear. Hot, heavy. The sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Take a do over.” I force him onto his back and reach for the condoms and lube. Straddling him, I pin him to the bed with my hips and rip open the condom packet with my teeth. Then I hesitate. “If that’s all right with you.”
“Your dime, mister,” he says, as he grips our dicks again and pulls.
I suck in a deep breath as pleasure blasts through every cell. “You’re so fucking hot,” I tell him, in case he didn’t get the memo from earlier. From virgin me.
I manage to slide on the condom, and he hikes his knees back, showing me his dark, hairless hole. I spit on it, shoving two fingers inside, staring in awe as his abs clench, and his cock pulses out a thread of precum. “You like it rough?” I ask.
He nods, humming, “Mmhmm.”
I may not look any different, but I feel like a new man. Using a glob of lube, I slick up my latex-covered cock and shove in deep. He cries out sharply—a sound I feel in my chest. “Good?” I ask.
“ Mmph…yeah . Exactly like that,” he says.
“I bet that’s what you say to all the boys.” I grip his thighs and pound forward. He reaches back and presses his hands to the upholstered headboard. When he arches his neck, I glimpse him at a new angle that makes him look like an entirely different person—beautiful—so damn gorgeous .
His hole clenches around me, and I force myself through the resistance, his asshole its own sucking void some part of me is probably lost to forever. His head settles back onto the pillow and his gaze pierces mine. His ass works my cock in rhythmic pulses. Squeezing me tighter every time I withdraw only to open again for me when I thrust back inside.
He’s strong, and it makes me feral with another urge I’ve never had. Claim. Possess. Mark. Breed.
Primal need claws up my spine as I fuck him all the way to the headboard, eventually overpowering his muscular arms.
Or he lets me do it.
With my hands braced on his broad chest, his slide past my hips to grip my ass, and then we’re fucking each other—staring into each other’s eyes like we’re daring the other one to blink first.
I short-circuit. He’s too good, proving he’s a pro with the way he milks my orgasm straight from my core. “Goddammit,” I groan. “ Silas… ”
As I’m tipping over the edge, he jerks himself to a shooting climax. At the sight of his cum spraying his abs and coating his hand, I lose it, another huge load shooting into the condom as I work my cock through his tight, clenching hole with slower, throbbing strokes. I’m a mess of noises, mating sounds, and growls. Snarls, even. Good thing I’m not trying to impress anyone because apparently I turn into a beast when I have sex. Every lover’s dream, I’m sure.
When I’m finally done coming, he’s got his eyes closed, and he’s catching his breath, his head turned to the side, pulse pounding in his neck. His arms are limply outstretched on the mattress. Sweat and cum cover him. He’s glowing.
I might be, too. I feel incredible, if not a little disappointed I still couldn’t make it last.
“This is the best night of my life.” I mean it.
His lips curve into a weak smile, but he doesn’t open his eyes or move an inch. “Now you know why all my reviews are five stars.”
I huff. True.
“Well, you’re about to get another one,” I assure him.
“You done with me?” he asks.
Technically, he’s mine for another four hours, but I’m spent. If I wanted another round, I’d need a nap first, and the chances of anything topping that are slim. It’s probably best to end things on a high note. “Would you like to shower before you go?”
“If you don’t mind, that’d be great,” he says.
“Have at it.” I pull out, and he winces slightly. “Okay?” I ask.
“All good. I’d give you five stars, too, but I’m guessing your profile is public.”
“Five stars? Really? I mean, I realize I’m not paying you to be honest with me, but?—”
He sits up and pats my cheek, giving me a bright, white smile. “Five stars. Too bad you’re getting married tomorrow and choosing to live a lie for the rest of your life. You’d have been great at this.”
I grab him by the jaw firmly, but not enough to hurt. “That’s not very nice.”
“I just think it’s sad, that’s all. If you don’t want to be sad for yourself, someone should be, you know?”
I frown. Silas’s face is mesmerizing, but his words are tripping me up.
“RIP Gay Graham. He was hot. Gone too soon.”
“Like a shooting star,” I add.
Silas grins again.
“Before you leave, I’d love your best wishes,” I say.
He rolls his eyes and sighs. “Fine. I’ll try to think of something super Catholic to say while I’m in the shower washing the lube out of my asshole.”
I laugh, needing to bite my lip to make myself stop. His gaze drops to my mouth and my chest tightens. That’s what we haven’t done.
I lean in, but he moves away. “That’s way more than even you can afford, Lawther,” he says and then gets out of bed, closing himself into the bathroom.
I lie down and close my eyes, inhaling the scent of him on the pillow, glad, at least, that I get to spend one whole night with that .