Chapter Twenty-four
Bridges
When West asked if we could make love, my answer was a resounding and immediate yes, but I wanted to hear the rest of his argument. He was like a seasoned litigator as he laid out his reasons, and I fell more in love with him as he went on.
When he pulled out the lube and condoms, I laughed and held up my hands. “You win, baby boy. I’m too weak to say no to such a well-thought argument.”
I moved to where he stood and slid his dress shirt off his shoulders.
I reached for his belt, unbuckling it and pulling the leather from the loops as he slid off his shoes.
After I put his things away in our shared closet, I pulled off my T-shirt and tossed it into the laundry basket before returning to where he was removing his socks.
“You looked very handsome in your suit. When was the last time you wore one?”
“Uh, probably Dad’s funeral. I actually put that one in the giveaway bag Mom always had in the laundry room. Never planned to wear it again, but it was a nice suit. How about you? You only have two suits. Don’t you need them for business meetings?”
“No. Nothing about my business requires a suit, thank goodness. That’s why I was late for the reading of your father’s will.
I had put on a suit, only to find there was a hole in the pants.
The other one was at the cleaners from a charity thing I went to with my parents.
Finally, I just gave up and wore a sweater and khakis. ”
I reached for the button on his suit pants and flipped it open, lowering the zipper slowly and grazing my index finger over his hard cock through his briefs. Apparently, he was ready to go.
“Are you going this slowly with everything? I might shoot off before I even get my pants down.” West’s adorable button nose scrunched up like a little bunny’s.
“You wanna fuck me this time?” Hell, I was down for anything.
“Next time. I want you inside me, claiming me as your very own.”
I could definitely go for that. I helped him out of his pants and briefs, pulling off my lounge pants to expose my weeping dick that was hungry for him. I pulled the bedspread and top sheet back, patting his sexy ass to get into bed.
West grabbed the lube and jumped into bed while I struggled to remove the cellophane from the box of condoms. Once I destroyed the box, I grabbed a strip of them and tossed them on the bed, climbing in beside him.
“On your belly, baby boy. Ass up and head down.”
He complied immediately. “I like you taking charge. It’s sexy.”
I bit his left ass cheek before trading the condoms for the lube. “Get one out, please.”
“And the bossy top has very nice manners,” he joked as he tore a condom off the strip and ripped the foil open with his teeth.
I bit the right ass cheek as I flipped open the lube, squeezing a glob onto my fingers. I leaned forward, seeing West’s right shoulder on the bed. “Don’t put pressure on that. I’m just going to stretch you, then you can ride me, my bossy bottom.”
Brushing my thumb through the lube, I licked his entrance before circling my thumb to loosen the nerves a bit. With my left hand, I reached through his legs and fondled his sack, hearing his breath hitch.
My thumb slid into his channel, and he gasped. “More, Daddy.”
For whatever reason, my dick throbbed at hearing him call me Daddy. We hadn’t discussed kinks, and while I was getting him ready for our first time having anal sex, it didn’t feel like the right time to do it. I made a mental note to instigate the talk soon.
I removed my thumb and slid two lubed fingers inside him, pushing up to find his prostate. “Gah!” Found it!
Suddenly, West surged forward and flipped around. “Down on the bed, now.”
He put the condom in his mouth, and after I was on my back, he rolled the condom down my erection with his lips, taking me all the way back to his throat.
“Fuck, I love your mouth.” The man had some skills.
He picked up the bottle of lube and squeezed some down the condom to lube me up. He stroked me twice to spread it around before straddling me. I reached down to position my erection at his hole, and he slid down, both of us moaning at the beautiful sensation.
Once he was seated on my pelvis, he stopped and stared into my eyes for a moment. “I like the burn. Put that away in your memory banks, Daddy. So, how do you like it? Fast, slow, rhythmic, or frantic?”
I chuckled. “Show me what you got, boss.”
We both laughed, and West put his left hand on my chest to brace himself before he worked his magic on me. Fuck if the guy couldn’t edge me better than anyone I’d ever been with.
He seemed to sense when I was almost too far gone, and he stopped. “How was your day, by the way. I was too nervous to talk much before I went to dinner—”
I smirked as I took his cock in hand and stroked it agonizingly slow.
“Day was good. I got an inquiry from a guy in Oahu who’s participating in the Dick Evans Memorial Bike Race in August. He’s coming to New York next week,” still stroking, “and he’s going to come by the shop.
Now, are you ready for more because I can stay like this all day long, baby boy. ” Sexual stamina was my superpower.
Weston laughed. “Okay, I’ve stalled enough. I just wanted to follow your rule of thumb to savor the moment, but let’s do it.”
He pulled his feet under his strong legs and bounced on my cock, blowing my mind. Fast, slow, rhythmic, and frantic. I got a taste of it all, and I stroked him the whole time, and it was mind-blowing.
“Fuck, Bridges!” He shot his load onto my stomach as he slowed down, riding out the shocks. He was beautiful to watch.
I flipped us so he was on his back, and I moved his legs to latch around my hips. “Now my turn.”
I rode him hard, and his cock regained steam to the point that we came at the same time.
I slowly lowered myself to my elbows and looked into his eyes.
“I love you so much. I want us to get tested and lose the condoms. You are the only man I ever want to have sex with for the rest of my life.” God, did I mean those words.
West smirked. “Be careful, Bridges. That almost sounded like a marriage proposal.”
“Not yet, but...” I kissed him hungrily.
I thought I was soured on the idea of marriage thanks to a cheating bastard, but damn if Weston didn’t make me believe in it again.
April 30
“Okay. This is the last box.” I came out of the shop with the last box of stuff we needed to load into the RV. We were leaving at five in the morning to try to beat Manhattan traffic.
We were taking off from in front of the Aames Building, and thankfully, Alexis and Steph were going to be there to film the announcement and later post it on the YouTube channel Alexis had created for West to mark the beginning of the journey.
After that, I’d be responsible for sending Alexis content to clean up and post for him.
We had decided to do a short video every couple of days to give folks the sense of traveling with us on the journey.
I prayed there were people out there who would subscribe, watch, and leave words of encouragement for West because what he was about to do would be no easy task. I was damn proud of him for it.
The YouTube channel also had a link to each of the sponsors’ websites so people could make donations to the charities each sponsor supported. When we had the zoom meeting with everyone earlier in the day, they were all excited for West to get underway.
I stepped into the RV, realizing West wasn’t inside, which was a surprise.
He’d been organizing and labeling everything to make it easier to put our hands on things along the way.
Time would be precious to reach San Francisco by June 25 with adding ten stops along the way to highlight LBTQ+ charities, but I’d never seen anyone as determined to stick to the schedule as West.
“West? Sweetheart?” I stepped outside and went down the alley and around the building to find West in front of Eaton Cycles talking to a woman with a cameraman and a microphone.
Standing behind her was Edmond Aames. I slowly approached, staying off camera, and stopped to hear what the woman was asking West.
“Why are you doing this charity ride, Weston?”
Weston, my beautiful, kindhearted boyfriend, smiled.
“When I first came up with idea, it was for the wrong reasons. I thought doing this ride would make me look like a good guy, but as I’ve met people and learned what others endured because they were a member of my rainbow community, I changed my mind.
“I feel the responsibility to do as much for my community, a beautiful, colorful, loving community with lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transgendered, queer, intersexual, and asexual folks, who are asking for nothing more than their rights to be recognized and to be treated fairly and equally. We—and I say we because I’m a member of this community—aren’t taking anything away from anyone by just being alive.
We work, pay our taxes, vote in elections, fall in love, start families, and live our lives as productive members of this country.
Is it too much for us to ask to be treated equally under the law? ”
The young woman, who I thought looked like a reporter on our local news, gave West a smile. “Are you making anything on this ride? You have sponsors. Are they donating to you to pay for the ride?”
West chuckled. “No. Nobody associated with this ride is giving me a penny. I’m paying for the expenses associated with it out of my own pocket.
My sponsors have committed to donate to their chosen rainbow charity so we can bring the issues of our community into the conversation about what equality means for people who are minority members of our society.
It doesn’t mean the same thing to everyone in this country, and I will be posting interviews with those I meet along the way so they can share their stories regarding what their life is like where they live. ”