Bobby
“Can I undress you?”
Gabriel nodded. “Don’t take too long, though.”
He pulled the rest of Gabriel’s shirt off and ran his hands all over his smooth skin. There wasn’t a hair on him.
“Do you wax all of this?”
“I didn’t have much hair to start with, but I had it lasered off. It lasts for six months.”
“I might have to try that.”
“No.”
Bobby laughed. “You like hairy guys, then?”
“Not gorillas, just enough that it’s perfect, like you.”
“You need to stop saying that, or you’ll give me a big head.”
“Well, you’re not perfect at taking clothes off quickly.”
He smiled and leaned in for another gentle kiss.
Gabriel tried to deepen it, but Bobby pulled back, getting a whiny moan in response.
He wondered what other noises he could pull out of this man.
He’d said he could be loud, and Bobby wanted to test that theory.
Next, he unbuckled the belt on Gabriel’s jeans before pulling them down.
His cock was so hard and big, it was poking out the top of his boxers.
“That thing is a beast. I know you said you prefer to bottom, but has anyone ever taken it?”
“Would you like to switch things up?”
Bobby looked at him, unsure if he was joking or not. He said he was willing to try anything, but surely there were starter sizes and you built up to something like that. He didn’t want to imagine how it would even fit.
“Relax, Bobby. All I want is for you to pin me down on that bed and fuck me.”
His mouth fell open.
“Or I can just suck you off again if you’re not ready for that.”
“No, I want to do that, but you’ll have to help me. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I thought you’d fucked women up the arse.”
“I have.”
“Did you prep them?”
“Of course.”
“So, let’s start there.”
Gabriel pushed Bobby’s hands away and pulled the rest of his clothes off.
His dick must have a curve in it as it was pointing straight up and slapped against his stomach.
The head went past his belly button. How was that possible?
He couldn’t stop staring at it. Gabriel attempting to pull Bobby’s clothes off was what snapped him out of it.
He allowed the man to strip him, even if that’s what he was supposed to be doing.
Once he was naked, Gabriel gripped his cock and gave it a few strokes. Bobby was so close already.
They kissed again and pulled each other close, their cocks rubbing against each other.
A surge of pleasure went through Bobby. He’d experienced nothing like it before.
It was hard to resist rutting up against Gabriel, but he’d never felt the need to cum so badly in his life.
Gabriel pulled away and opened the bedside drawer, which gave Bobby the first visual of his perfect, muscular arse.
Gabriel held up a condom and a bottle of lube.
“Are you sure?”
Bobby nodded. “Yes, but you need to tell me what to do. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll be fine. It’s not my first time.”
Bobby frowned.
“What?”
“I don’t like thinking of you with other men.”
Gabriel snorted.
“What?”
“Mate, you were engaged to my sister.”
Bobby chuckled. Gabriel had a point. He was being ridiculous, and this wasn’t Bobby. He had never been the possessive type, but with Gabriel, he couldn’t help himself. Gabriel led him to the bed and pulled Bobby on top of him. He held himself up on his elbows.
“I want your whole weight on me, Bobby.”
He did as he was told, and Gabriel moaned and thrust against him.
Bobby responded, and they rutted against each other for a moment before they both stopped.
It wouldn’t take much, but it was clear neither of them wanted this to end so quickly.
They kissed for a while, but Bobby needed more, so he grabbed the lube and then wasn’t sure what to do.
He’d fingered girls up the arse before, using lube, but there was no prostate to think about.
It was just about loosening them up. With Gabriel, he had to make sure he hit the right spot as well, and not just with his dick, but the prep as well.
There was one thing Bobby Kavanagh wasn’t, and that was selfish in bed.
Gabriel passed him the lube and rolled off Bobby onto his stomach, putting his arse in the air.
“This will give you easier access.”
Bobby laughed. He put some lube on his fingers and rubbed it around.
From experience, he knew that stuff could be cold.
Looking at Gabriel’s hole, he wanted to lick it, but that would have to be when they had more time.
They weren’t in a rush, but if they didn’t start fucking soon, they’d both cum, and he wanted to do that with his dick inside Gabriel.
He’d never wanted anyone so badly, and he wasn’t sure why, but he was trusting his gut, which was telling him to stop thinking and start fingering.
He put one of his fingers on Gabriel’s hole and rubbed the pucker gently. It quivered under his touch, making his cock throb. He rubbed it for a bit, getting Gabriel to relax, before he gently eased the tip in.
“Stop,” said Gabriel.
Bobby pulled his finger away immediately, worried he’d hurt him. What he wasn’t expecting was for Gabriel to roll his eyes, flip onto his back, and grab the lube himself.
“This is your first lesson in giving Gabriel what he wants.”
His eyes widened as Gabriel lubed up his fingers and slid one all the way inside him.
It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and he needed to tug on his cock to ease the urge to replace that finger with it straight away.
Gabriel slid another finger in, throwing his head back in pleasure and moaning loudly.
He wasn’t kidding about that, but Bobby wanted him to be louder.
Once Gabriel had a third finger in, Bobby reached for the condom and noticed his hands were trembling. Of course Gabriel noticed.
“We don’t have to do this, you know. If you’re not ready. Yesterday you’d never even kissed a guy, and now you’re about to fuck one. We can slow down, Bobby. I’m not going anywhere.”
Gabriel talked about Bobby being perfect, but that’s what he was. Bobby had never had a partner be so considerate of his feelings before, and that’s what he already regarded Gabriel as. They hadn’t discussed it, but in his mind, Gabriel was already his.
“I want to do this, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Lie on your back. It’s time for lesson two.”
“What?”
“On your back, Bobby.”
“Are you always this bossy in bed?”
“When I need to be. On your back.”
Bobby complied, his dick still hard and sheathed.
Gabriel straddled him and slicked his cock with lube.
Before he could say anything, the head of his cock was at Gabriel’s hole, and he was sinking down on him.
Within seconds his cock was encased in tight, warm heat, and it took everything in him to hold back his orgasm.
He was tighter than anything Bobby had ever experienced.
“Give me a second to adjust. The stretch from your girth stings a bit.”
“We can stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, Bobby. I’ve wanted this cock inside me for two years.”
“What?”
“Oh fuck. I probably shouldn’t have said that.”
“No pressure, but if you don’t start moving, I’m gonna cum with the way you’re squeezing my dick.”
Gabriel rolled his hips a few times, which pushed Bobby even closer to the edge.
If he came in seconds, it would be embarrassing, but the tightness around his dick and seeing the blissed-out look on Gabriel’s face were not helping him hold back.
He had an urge to take control, but Gabriel was in charge . . . this time.
The man bounced up and down on Bobby’s cock, his own flopping around.
He still couldn’t believe the size of it.
Before he could overthink, he grabbed hold of it, which caused Gabriel to open his eyes.
The only dick Bobby had ever touched before was his own.
The skin felt soft, but it was rock hard.
He wanked Gabriel off as the man continued to fuck himself on Bobby’s cock.
“Fuck . . . Bobby, keep doing that. I’m close.”
Bobby kept the same pace. There was nothing more annoying than when you told a woman to “keep doing that” and they sped up.
It would throw your orgasm off. Unable to stop himself, Bobby thrust his hips up, and that was enough for him.
He fucked into Gabriel a couple more times before his orgasm crashed through his entire body, causing him to throw his head back and cry out.
The noise from Gabriel gave him a two-second warning before his warm cum landed on Bobby’s chest and chin.
Fuck, that was hot. He opened his eyes and looked at Gabriel, who had the biggest smile on his face as he continued to ride Bobby’s dick.
As their breathing returned to normal, Gabriel leant forward and kissed Bobby. It was gentle and charged with emotion.
“How are you feeling?” asked Gabriel.
“Will you be my boyfriend?” he blurted out.
Gabriel snorted. “I’m already your husband.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Let’s get cleaned up, and we can talk.”
Bobby didn’t like the sound of that. Did Gabriel not feel the same way about him? Was this just a bit of fun to him? If he’d been wanting this for two years, maybe Bobby hadn’t met his expectations.
“I can hear your brain spiralling from here,” said Gabriel.
He cleaned his spunk off Bobby’s chest and chin before wiping any residue from his dick. Throwing the flannel on the floor, he lay down next to Bobby and cuddled into him.
“Did you enjoy that?” asked Bobby, feeling apprehensive.
Gabriel looked at him. “I was so turned on, my cum hit your chin, and I’m thirty-six.”
Bobby laughed. They were okay, but Gabriel hadn’t answered the question about being his boyfriend.
Maybe he was thinking of a kind way to say no.
Bobby wouldn’t push it by asking again. He would enjoy this moment of having Gabriel in his arms. It was only early evening, so it wouldn’t be a good idea for them to fall asleep now as they’d be up at stupid o’clock.
There was no rush to get up, though. This was nice, and neither of them needed to eat after that lunch.
Gerard had been right: the pork was top tier.
Better than his brother’s. Not something he’d be sharing.
Who was he kidding, of course he’d tell Ryan the next time he saw him. He chuckled, imagining his reaction.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Imagining telling Ryan that I had a better Sunday roast today than he’s ever cooked.”
“Can I be there when you do that?”
“I’d rather the first time you meet my brother he not be about to kill me.”
“I’ve met Ryan before.”
“Yeah, but this time, it’ll be as my boyfriend.”
There, he’d said it again. Now he held his breath, waiting for Gabriel to respond.