Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 16:04:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Floyd Fowler <domino992008@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Closet Friend pt.6
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My Closet Friend: Todd pt.6
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"I used torn pieces of his sheets for tourniquets." I tell the
doctor. My stomach feels like something less like butterflies and more
like hornets is buzzing around in there.
"You did the right thing." The tall dark skinned doctor says, " Has
his mom arrived yet?" I shake my head, "Well, his condition is stable. He
didn't loose too much blood. He should be up for visitors soon." Then the
doctor turns and leaves.
Terrance is quiet. That sad fear has clung to his expression like
the last leaves on a dying tree since we arrived. I carried David,
surprised both at how much blood was actually on the bed and how light he
was, and put him in the backseat of my mom`s car. His little brother
cried, Terrance panicked, I drove.
Now Terrance is thinking. He thinks it's his fault. He won't
admit it but he does. So I just sit next to him. This is the only second
time I've ever not known what to say to him about anything. He's sitting
here punishing himself because David is in a hospital.
I can practically hear Terrance's thoughts. First, David will have
to have a reason he did this. I don't know what he'll say, he hadn't
expected to survive so I'm sure he hasn't thought about it. Second,
everyone will wonder why we were there. Sure, at first they'll be happy
but eventually they'll wonder and then they'll start asking questions.
Then again, if David tells the truth (which I doubt highly) none of that
will be necessary because he'll out all three of us at once.
Part of me is scared and part of me is ashamed. I'm not scared of
my mom finding out I'm fucking Terrance. She has gay friends so I'm sure
she'll be cool if not one of those moms that goes out and buys a shirt that
says "Proud Mom of a Gay Son". It's Terrance's dad that scares me. I have
no idea how he'll take this if it comes out. He likes me but he's crazy
when it comes to his son.
I'm ashamed of being scared though. I mean, David tried to kill
himself. That means he's got some serious issues. I'm sitting here
worried about Terrance's dad possibly kicking him out when I know for a
fact that, even with us being boyfriends or whatever, my mom would let him
stay with us. She'd probably make him sleep on the couch and tell me to
keep my hands to myself in her house. She'd trust me to do it because she
doesn't realize the power Terrance has over me.
"He's awake." A Hispanic nurse says as she walks out into the hall
where Terrance and I are sitting on the floor. As we stand up she asks,
"Are you family?"
"We were with him when..." I start.
"Yes." Terrance says, interrupting me with a jab to the ribs. The
nurse doesn't miss this. She gives each of us this unbelieving look as she
writes on her clipboard.
"Look, only family are allowed to visit so..." She winks, "..I'll
put you down as cousins. Go ahead." Terrance's eyes go wide and blinky.
I thank the woman and head towards his room.
David is looking out the window when we come in. He sees our
transparent reflections in the liquid night that separates the room and
outside. He doesn't speak. Terrance doesn't speak.
"Hey." I say, my voice soft. David sniffs.
"Why?" his voice is raspy, like he just finished crying.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you here?" He rasps. This boy is mad as hell.
"He's the only reason you're still alive." Terrance whispers. So,
apparently, he's mad too. Too much testosterone in the room.
"Oh..." David's mocking, "Thank you by the way." He points his head
out the window, his eyes swimming with tears, "Now get out."
"Just... calm down." I say, my hand reaching for Terrance's and
pulling him into the cushioned seat next to mine. The sudden spike in the
gentle beeps of the EKG tells me how much that hurt him. Yet he doesn't
loose it.
"David..." Okay maybe I should have had a plan or something. Maybe
I should have started thinking of something to say before we got in the
room. Of course hindsight is always 20/20.
"What?" David snaps.
"What are you doing?" falls out my mouth before I can catch it.
He goes limp against the hospital cushions and whispers,
"living..." his eyes directed out the window, away from us.
"Why is that so bad?" Terrance reaches for my hand, needing
attention. I, despite knowing that this might set David off, close my hand
around his.
David's voice comes out in a quiet, choked sob, "Cause I'm a fag."
He sits there, trying not to cry. His shoulders shudder, the
machines go a little crazy, Terrance tugs at my hand and I tear my eyes
away from David to look at him. He whispers, "Chill Todd." with a scared
look in his eyes before letting go of my hand. He gets up and as soon as
he's in reach David wraps his arms around him. Terrance looks at me,
asking if it's okay with his eyes. I nod. It's not in me to kick a man
when he's down and this isn't just any man.
This is David. David who jumps up and down like an idiot when the
pizza arrives. David whose clumsy ass can't walk without falling down but
can run his ass off. David who used to hand me hustler magazines when
nobody was looking cause he knew I`d like the model on page 7. David that
fought alongside Terrance when he was almost jumped for calling some dude a
fag , okay that's NOT the best example but this is David. My friend,
Terrance's friend.
So he finally lets Terrance go, wipes his face and promptly starts
pretending that nothing happened.
After that his little brother finally gets the nerve to come in. I
decide it's best if they get some time alone and nod towards the door at
Terrance. When we come out I'm thinking everything's fine. Sure the
situation can get real bad real quick but David's alive, Terrance and I are
fine... everything should be good right?
Yet we step into the hall and Terrance turns on me, "What are we
gonna do?" he groans, slumping into the wall, sliding down till he's able
to bury his face into his knees.
"Huh?" I say, sitting next to him and draping my arm around his
shoulder. Oh my GOD am I crying? My eyes itch and my vision is getting
blurry. I jump to my feet and turn towards where I pray to God there's a
bathroom.
"Where you goin?" Terrance says, sounding on the verge of tears
himself.
"Bathroom..." I mutter as I feel moisture sliding down my cheek.
What's happening to me? I mean one minute I'm fine, trying to make sure my
boy is alright and now I'm... fucking crying. The stupid moisture just
keeps spilling over. Plus my heart feels like it's being strangled as I
pull the bathroom door open.
I look at myself in the mirror, wearing the loud ass yellow shirt
with a red paint brush strike hitting a drum that Terrance gave me. It
strains across my... well... everywhere. My eyes are red. I wipe the
tears away, trying to focus on the fluttering inside.
I don`t understand why I`m like this. My logical mind says
everything is as good as it`s going to get. David`s alive and, God
willing, is going to get the help he needs. Terrance is a little shaken
but otherwise fine. I keep having to wipe the tears away. It's
frustrating as all hell.
I just keep picturing all that blood left on the bed as I lifted
David up into my arms. The way his body was so limp, I thought he might
already be dead, even before I picked his skinny ass up. I've never been
that scared in my life. Then I took his sheet and ripped it to shreds. Oh
my God. Is it just now hitting me that my friend, one of my boys, just
tried to kill himself?
I'm bowed over the sink trying not to cry, shivering like fly wings
and ready to puke up the dinner I made for me, Terrance and David. Why
would anybody want to kill themselves? I can't comprehend it, I can't
imagine a response to that question and I don't want to. I guess I've
never thought about it before.
Then gentle hands wrap around my waist. I look into the mirror at
Terrance's dark face. His deep eyes lock onto mine, both of our eyes
swimming with tears. I sniff and turn around in his arms to look at him.
Then I break. Suddenly I'm holding him, soaking the thin material of the
T-shirt he threw on to go to David's house. It makes absolutely no sense.
I was just cool, just looking forward to David getting out the hospital.
"Shhh..." Terrance croons, "...everything's gone be okay Todd."
------------------------ five years later... ------------------------
I hear the music from the hall and start undoing my tie. It's A
Night Off by Drake. I can't believe he`s going to put me through this
again today, doesn`t he have anything better to do? Knowing Terrance he's
probably put some food out, got a bath ran and everything. It'll all go to
waste, I won't be able to get through the door before he's on me and he
won't give a shit if he fucks up my suit. So I'm starting to undo the
buttons while I'm out side so I can get this shit off quick, he won't give
me a lot of time to get out my clothes.
I turn the door knob and push it open.
"Uh... hi." Comes David's voice. Meanwhile I'm standing here like
a deer in headlights. Is he and Terrance supposed to be doing something?
Terrance usually gives me a heads up when he feels like David wants some
"alone time".
Then I recognize the look on his face. His brown eyes are looking
at everything but me. His mahogany face tilted down like he`s afraid of
embarrassing himself. His full bottom lip pulled into his mouth. Then
there's his clothes. A simple tank top over his skinny chest and some
basketball shorts, the clothes he wears after getting out the shower (if he
wears any)
"Hi." I say, trying not to seem too surprised. He's already
nervous as all hell.
"I was... this is..." He takes a deep breath, "I don't know what
the fuck I'm doing."
"I was gonna go to the gym but..." I let the sentence hang, looking
at the food on the table. Pizza, classic David. I take a deep sniff,
"Smells good." He motions for me to sit down. As I walk through the
living room I see into his normally pristine bedroom (he doesn`t really
sleep in there and he`s usually a neat freak). Clothes are everywhere on
the floor but laid out on the bed are a blue suit, a casual white outfit,
and an amber tie, dress shirt and black slacks. I guess I caught him
before he could finish picking something out to wear.
"Is this weird?" He says as I sit down. My lips pull into a grin.
Honestly it's a little weird and I'm wondering what brought this on. I
shake my head.
"A Night Off?" I ask after gulping down the pepperoni and Italian
sausage slice of pizza. He just chuckles. Now that I think about it he
and Terrance had classes today but that was earlier, it's late now.
Terrance must be at Nuance, the music/art store he works at. I guess David
took a night off. He's a mechanic thanks to his uncle teaching him and
letting him work at his shop.
"So how was work?" He asks, still not eating either slice of pizza
on his plate.
"It was cool." I make sure to smile big, inviting him to relax and
chill with me, "You don't realize how lucky I am to have that job."
"What's so great about pushing papers for a bunch of lawyers?"
"It's a paid internship." I say, I can't believe we haven't talked
about this, "That means I'm getting paid to learn."
"You nerd." He's getting comfortable, "Whatever, I still make more
than you."
"Whose benefits are we all illegally sharing?" I ask that fool. He
chuckles, "So what's this about?"
He smiles, his hands pressing together, "I... I just wanted to do
something nice for you. We barely get to talk." He leans forward and fixes
those chocolate eyes on me, "I mean... not just the two of us."
"Yeah, plus it's hard to have a real conversation while fucking
Terrance from both ends." I say, drinking the Kool-Aid I know he had to
fix. It's sweet, not tart like Terrance's. A week ago David kicked
Terrance out the kitchen. It was funny.
"Yeah... that too." He chuckles.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" I say, looking at the Kool-Aid in my
glass.
"Something like that." He admits, "Is... is that cool?" I look up.
The look on his face tells me he wishes he hadn't added that last part.
I smile and give him a thumbs up before draining my cup. He's been
like this since he came home from the hospital. He was just lost for a
minute there, going to therapy every week and not talking unless someone
talked to him. Then, out of nowhere, he told his mom why he'd tried to
kill himself, nothing about Terrance and I, just about his sexuality. She
slapped the shit out of him after that, then told him that that was the
stupidest thing she'd ever heard and started crying. After that he got a
lot better. He gets self conscious when it comes to me but is like, "Fuck
the world." When it comes to anyone who isn't me or Terrance or his family.
Yet he only goes that extra mile for me, I don't exactly understand why.
"Is this on repeat?" I ask as A Night Off starts over.
"You don't like it?" He asks, putting his hands on the arms of his
chair and leaning forward like he`s about to get up to change the song.
"It's cool, relax." I tell him. I get up, putting my paper plate
in the trash. I turn around and catch his eyes running up my back. He
grins like the kid with his hand in the cookie jar. I turn around and,
instead of going to my seat, walk towards him. The smile falls as he sucks
his bottom lip into his mouth, a habit he indulges in when he's nervous.
"Just chill." I whisper, leaning down. He goes cross eyed as our
faces draw closer. I press my lips against his and close my eyes. I've
kissed him before but when Terrance isn't around we revert to platonic
friend mode. It's David's fault. He's not a fan of the idea of being a
bottom, I think he's scared but I`m not stupid enough to press him about
it. His masculinity is just as important to him as Terrance's is to
Terrance.
He kisses me back. His lips are like soft pillows of slick heat.
I twist my face against his, my tongue slowly slithering around inside his
mouth as our lips massage each others. He twists, pushing both our tongues
into my mouth. I suck on his. He's trembling, practically shivering. My
hands slide to his hips and I pull him up, still working my mouth against
his as I pull him onto his feet.
Then, suddenly, he gets crazy. Out of nowhere he's pressing hard,
trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. His voice vibrates the tongue
embedded in his mouth, my tongue. He massages my neck with a vice like
grip, making my entire back feel like warm water is sliding down my body.
Then it's my turn to groan. A moment later he pulls away. Then he flops
back into his seat with his mahogany lips pulled into an embarrassed smile.
"Damn D." I say, a smile on my face. His mouth is spit slick and
so is mine. He looks down and covers his face with his hands, rocking back
and forth with laughter. Then I bend to kiss him again.
"So... you gonna bottom right?" he asks, his eyes locking onto mine
as I pull away, calculating.
"I don't bottom," I say, "You know that." It's not that I'm scared.
Don't get me wrong, I am a little but not of the pain. The whole thing
just doesn't appeal to me. Terrance plays with my ass everyonce in a while
when we're alone but it doesn't feel great, it feels good but I prefer
having my dick played with. "You did for Terrance." He says, smug.
"Huh?"
"I kind of beat it out of him this morning." David tells me while
I'm straightening up and looking down at him.
"What are you...?" I begin but, of course, he doesn't let me
finish.
"We had a little before school special when you went to work." He
informs me, looking at the mass of flesh growing between my legs. Then my
brain connects the dots.
"Oh shiiiiit." I say as my lips pull into a big ass smile. I know
exactly what Terrance was thinking this morning, "Let me guess. You
fucked, finished up and Terrance let something slip... didn't he?"
"Yep," David answers confidently, just knowing that I'm finally
going to submit to him.
"Then he tried to get you to leave it alone?" My eyebrows rise
twice. He looks confused.
"Yeah," David answers in a hesitant voice.
"Then he told you how to get me on my back."
"Yeah... Well, kind of." I guess he's calming down because he
thinks I'm agreeing to do it, "He said to suck yo dick first. But this,"
He gestures to the room to indicate our little date, "wasn't his idea
though." he says, his cocky smile not quite reaching his eyes.
"This was a great idea." I say, pulling him to his feet.
"Thanks." he says as he walks towards the master bedroom where we
all usually sleep. He holds out his hand, waiting for mine.
"You know he set you up right?" I say. He gets quiet for a second,
thinking. It doesn't take him long to get it.
"So you never?"
"Never."
"Really?" Now he looks like the dear in headlights. I've known for
a while that he's wanted to fuck me. It's only natural. When we're
together, without Terrance, he's a different version of himself. He looses
that cocky sarcastic shield. He`s excited and animated. Yet he refuses to
talk about sex.
I've brought it up a few times but, even if we're not talking about
us, he deflects and avoids the topic. Even when he's drunk and I'm not
(which I never am, my mom raised a health nut) he won't even talk about
considering the possibility of sexual alone time with me. It's funny cause
this one time, when he was fucking Terrance, I came around and pressed my
shaft against his crack. I was a little contact high but both Terrance and
David were flying in the sky. We'd been fucking around with David's
pot-head cousins and I`d been the designated driver. I had been trying to
get him to go off on me all night. He jumped out his skin, pulled out and
scuttled away with his palms up. I think Terrance almost died laughing.
"Really." I confirm, enjoying the way his eyes get wide.
"Wait." He says, my arms wrapping around him, "He tricked me?" His
voice goes up at the end like he can't believe it. I nod. He takes a deep
breath and grimaces, "So... uh" he says while stepping back and out of my
arms.
"Aww hell naw." I say, cutting him off. I am NOT going to give up
this chance. I got him alone, in my arms and horny. He doesn't have
Terrance to hide behind, he can't tell me he doesn't want to, he can't
change the subject and I'm not taking no for an answer.
"But I,"
"But you want me..." I say, taking his wrist and pulling him back
towards me.
"We both tops." He says after shaking his head.
"You won't be tonight." I say, my hand reaching for the waistband
of his basketball shorts.
"I don't want to mess up your clothes." He says as I pull him into
me. I kiss his lips, my hand sliding around to grab his ass. He becomes
putty in my arms. I got him, "Todd, I don't," then a moan erupts from his
lips as I suck his neck, marking as mine. He starts another feeble
protest.
"We're going to fuck," I say , holding his face so he has to look
at me, "and you're going to bottom," He tries to pull away but I stop him
with a look, "tonight."
"Maaaan." He softy complains, his lips pulling into a smile despite
himself.
"Now, lets get you out these clothes." He shudders as I bend my
legs, crouching and balancing on the balls of my feet. I pull off the blue
basketball shorts, leaving his green boxers on. His dick, a sexy seven
inches, is curved up and hard as a rock. It's already leaking too which is
good, it means me saying I'm going to fuck him didn't turn him off at all.
He looks down at me. I smile up at him. Then I open my mouth and swallow
his entire dick in one take.
His voice rumbles in his chest. I feel him flexing his penile
muscle, causing his dick to jump around in the tight sleeve of my throat.
I silently thank Terrance, he taught me how to widen my throat muscles. I
drag my lips back up then bob back and forth for a few minutes before
letting his spit slick shaft drop from my mouth.
I snatch his boxers down and swallow him again. His knees tremble
as I engulf him, inhaling the scent of Irish Spring and arousal as his
pubic hairs tickle my nostrils. I drag my lips back, this time stopping at
the head and slowly pulling him back in with suction alone. His little
mahogany ass rises into the air where I place both hands on his clenched,
dimpled cheeks. As soon as my hands make contact he whimpers like a puppy.
He leans forward over me. I hum, he flinches in my mouth. Then I
do the unthinkable (for David anyway.) I put both of his legs on my
shoulders and stand. Then I head towards the bedroom and, above me, hear
the unmistakable sound of David whimpering as he passes into enemy
territory.
The thought to just drop him in the bed crosses my mind but I don't
do it. David would hate that. Instead I let him climb down like an
awkward monkey. He stands for a second and avoids my eyes. Then I push
him onto the bed. He props himself up on his arms, watching me undo my tie
and pull it off my dress shirt. He's naked from the waist down with his
legs
"Do I have to bottom?" He groans, complaining.
"Yes." I say, unbuttoning my slacks. I'm not paying too much
attention to his objections. I'm too busy looking at his body. The three
of us all go to the gym on Saturday. I go after work too to stay beefed
up, I'm the biggest in both height and muscle. Then it's David but he goes
to the gym just enough to keep the fat off and stay etched. Terrance is
kind of thick but still cut since he focuses on staying flexible for me and
D.
"If you top me I get to top you." David says like a little kid
fighting over who gets to go down the slide first.
"Tell you what," I say, pulling off my boxers and letting my ten
inches bob up and down between us, "If you, and yo sexy ass, don't like
being bottom I'll let you fuck me... deal?"
He bites his lip before nodding. He smiles up at me as I climb
onto the bed between his outstretched legs. I flatten my tongue and drag
it up the underside of his shaft. I nibble at the head. His entire body
jerks and suddenly his hands are on either side of my face. He shoves his
curved dick back in. Apparently he's going to settle for fucking my face
since he can't have my ass. I stop him, spitting his dick out and going
down to his tender sac. He groans, his entire body going stiff as he
spreads his legs. Good.
I push his body into the middle of my bed, messing up the silver
sheet and blue cover. He doesn't stop me as I gulp his dick down again
before moving back to his sac, he grinds his balls into my tongue. With my
hands I spread his legs, pushing them up the way I would do Terrance. Then
my tongue goes further and he flinches, surprised.
I, honestly, don't think he's ever even heard of this. Terrance
doesn't let me do it when all three of us are in bed together. David
doesn't watch porn unless Terrance and I are watching it together. My
tongue slides across his unused entrance. He gasps. I don't think anyone
has ever touched his ass. His legs spread as my tongue swipes up his crack
like a credit card.
"WHAT THE FUCK TODD!?" He screams, ass fluttering against my
tongue. I love how his body jumps every time I slide my wet tongue over
his entrance. I force my tongue into his hole, answering him with his own
straining voice. I've had a lot of practice since Terrance loves this as
much as he loves getting dicked down. David tries to pull away, twisting
and turning until he's on his stomach. Wrong move.
I wrap my arms around his legs, reinserting my tongue into him. He
groans again, he can't take it, it's too much. I know he likes it, he
sounds like he's in heaven. I pull him up, dragging his hands clutching at
the sheets until we're mid air 69. He doesn't suck me in, but I knew he
wouldn't.
I bury my face in his plump cheeks, his voice breaking. Then I
push onto him, using my weight to pin him to the bed. I spit down into his
hole, he wriggles around as the white glob connects.
"Shit Todd," He wines, sounding desperately sexy. Then I get real
serious. I burry my face, forcing his hole open with my "long ass tongue"
(Terrance's words). He pulls me in, letting my ten inches (I've done a lot
of growing since High School) sit in his wet mouth. I attack his ass,
sucking the poor guy like the pro I am. He's flailing against me, his dick
leaking so much I feel the wetness on my chest. I devour his tasty ass,
tongue fucking and sucking until his pulsing anus is dripping wet.
I lift up, listening to his labored breathing.
"Let me suck you first." He says as I reach for the lube. I roll
my eyes. He's going to try to make me cum before I can fuck him. His head
game is good but it ain't that good. I nod despite this and get on my
back. He rolls over and stands up. He's already walking funny. His ass
must feel like an alien landscape right now.
Poor David. The first time I offered him my dick to suck (he was
hogging Terrance's mouth and Terrance was sitting on his ass) he looked at
me the way a mouse looks at the snake. He was scared shitless. Now, as he
climbs onto the bed, I see that same look only this time he's scared for
his ass, not scared he won't do a good job.
I rub his back. He's doing a piss poor job but it's because he's
desperate. He's not making me cringe, not making me moan. I'm doing all
that as encouragement. His lips are just providing wet friction. After
the first time he sucked me he got better as I kept making him do it.
Lately he's been just attacking it without prompting but I think that's
because he didn't want to give up Terrance's ass or mouth, whichever one
his dick was in at the time. Like birds of prey my hands glide down his
back before pulling his cheeks apart. His back arches, he chokes on me
after trying to pull me into his throat. I play with his virgin, spit
slick bud. He chokes again after trying to deep throat again. He's
panicking.
"Relax," I whisper. He tries and as soon as his hole gives way a
little I force my finger in. He grunts, the muscle snaps close around the
first indent of my finger. He spits my dick out and looks up at me. Our
eyes lock and, not for the first time, I see it. He looks like he's in
awe, like he's staring at something so majestic, so beautiful, so
terrifying it can't be put into words. It's weird to think about how much
David likes me. I know David has had a high opinion of me since I stopped
him from offing himself back in high school. He doesn't want me to fuck
him but when we're at the club or even driving down the highway he talks to
me like a kid talking to his dad. Like he's so excited to speak to me he
can't get the words out. He talks to Terrance like the boy is his favorite
lover, he talks to me like there`s nothing he won`t do for me.
I begin to wriggle my finger around as much as I can inside him.
"Todd." He groans, "I... I'm."
"Shhh." I croon, a smile on my face, "Relax David, have fun, it's
me. You can do this with me can`t you?" His face scrunches up for a
second, like admitting it causes him pain. Then he nods, "There, that
wasn't so bad was it?" He finally lets go. He still tenses as my finger
slides in and out but he stops clenching so tight I can't get through.
Then I find that little bundle of nerves that'll drive him mad. As soon as
I make contact he presses his chest against my stomach, trying to get away
from the sudden sensation he doesn`t understand. He claws at my back and
the sheets, not knowing what else to do.
Then I push a second finger in. His entire body tenses but he gets
used to it and then I put in another. Terrance set him up too bad. He's
been planning this for weeks. We were home alone two weeks ago and he
wanted to watch some porn. We watched things from hisfirstgaysex.com,
gayblinddatesex.com, hisfirsthugecock.com and a bunch of other first-time
and first-encounter style gay porn. Now I'm just doing what I saw the porn
stars do to prep. Fingers, tongue and lube, can't forget the lube. David
would kill me if I forget the lube, and Terrance would kill me later after
he heard about it.
I pull out my fingers and pull David's ass till his legs are on
either side of me. I rub the spit slick budding hole as I lean over and
open the drawer. Then I extract the clear bottle and pour a lot of it onto
David's mahogany cheeks. He cringes as the liquid makes contact. Then he
groans as I rub it in, using my finger to get it in deep. I really used
too much but that's better than using too little. I just rub it all around
his ass, making it shine in the light of the setting sun that hits his ass
in long rectangles from the half open blinds. I start working his hard
dick, making him support more of his own weight.
"Two things." I say, "Relax," He scoffs, like he already knew that,
"and breathe."
"Breathe?" He asks like it's the stupidest thing he's ever heard.
"Breathe." I repeat. He starts taking deep breathes. I get onto
my knees, pulling his legs together and placing them between mine. He
starts breathing hard again, he's scared. Now I have to calm him down
without letting him know I know he's scared.
"Aye beautiful." I whisper into his ear, rubbing his clenching
asshole with my fingers again. He relaxes a little. I lean forward and
let my shaft slide up his crack. Just like I knew it would his ass dimples
as his cheeks squeeze.
"That's not relaxed." I say.
"Can we just not do this?" He asks like it's just a suggestion. I
guess that, even though he wants it, it scares the hell out of him.
"I'm gone take care of you." I say. He surprises me this time.
"I know." He says, instead of pushing or pleading, "It's
just... I'm nervous as fuck." he tries to chuckle.
"Tell you what, even if you love me doing this to you you can still
fuck me later, aight?"
"Hells yeah." He groans as I let my weight push him deeper into the
mattress, my piece pressed between us.
"You ready to do this?" I ask. He turns his head to look at me.
"No." he complains but with a smile. So I look down and grab my
dick. I don't shove it in the way Terrance likes. I get up into a push up
position, my legs spread behind me with his on the inside, and push in.
He's not relaxed at all but it's now or never. I've done all the "prep" I
know, now he'll just have to learn on his stomach.
I get the head in and even when he's trying to relax this boy is
T-I-G-H-T. He's a virgin so I try to be slow. I really should've thought
about how bad it'll feel for someone as big as me to be trying to break him
in. Maybe Terrance should fuck him first? Well, it's too late for that.
I don't know if Terrance tops anyway.
"Slow." David wines. I'm going slow but I try to go slower,
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiit Todd." He wines again. I try not to laugh. I've never
heard David sound like that. He wines every once in a while, when Terrance
is riding him so hard his toes curl, but never like this. The deepness
when out his voice leaving this high, soft melody. It's too bad that he,
like Terrance, has this macho act that's always on. He sounds so sexy
right now.
"Okay, okay..." he breathes deep and the air whooshes out.
"Feeling better?" I ask, he's still too tight for me to continue
so, now, I'm at a stand still.
"Yeah," He groans, "just.. Hold, hold... ." I still can't believe
he fought it tooth and nail and he wants this. These gay dudes need to
just face it, you are what you are, you want what you want and you like
what you like. The way he's been acting I bet he's never even put a finger
up there. I finally feel the ring of muscle relaxing and, little by
little, the pressure on my dick lessens. I push forward as gentle as I
can.
"Damn David." My voice is a husky whisper.
"Oh... TODD." He gasps and, without warning, his ass spasms around
my embedded dick. I know that feeling. I know it well. He just came.
"Whoa..." What was that? A blow job and three to five minutes of
anal stimulation? Damn I'm good.
Without warning he's exhausted. That makes my job easier. He's
still too small, too tight to fuck all buck wild the way I do Terrance.
But the good thing is he's not fighting me anymore, he doesn't have the
energy. David and I are the kinds of guys that busts our nut, roll over
and fall into a light coma.
His legs spread, spreading mine in the process. I thrust forward
and he grunts but doesn't scream or object. I don't use my entire length,
he's not ready for that. Every time I get more than half in he flinches
like I went too deep and gasps like I just stabbed his stomach. Then I
pull out, ready to give up and resign myself to getting fucked as soon as
he wakes up. He turns over, chest heaving, and frowns up at me.
"That hurts." I look down and raise an eyebrow.
I challenge his statement with a lazy backhanded slap against his
up-curved shaft, "Doesn't look like it hurt."
His frown turns into a sheepish grin, "I didn't say it didn't feel
good too."
"Yeah," I grab his shaft and a thought occurs to me. I wonder if I
can lead him around by the dick the way Terrance does me? I pull him onto
his feet and try not to laugh as I guide him to the wall. He looks at me
with a question on his face, I take his shoulders and turn him around so
he`s facing the wall. Then I start to take aim.
"Whoa Todd I..."
"David." he stops talking and touches the wall with his head, "Do
you trust me?" He looks over his shoulder with a question on his face.
Then his eyes get wide, his mouth drops open. I can see the moisture on
his eyes. I thought he was enjoying himself and here he is about to cry.
I suck at life. I'm the worse person in the world. I have to stop this.
"Yeah." He whispers.
"Huh?" is all that comes to mind.
"I trust you." A startled laugh flies out of his mouth, "I trust
you." Then he turns back around, "Go ahead Todd, I'd do anything for you."
I can't believe he said that.
"Really?"
"Really." He says with conviction before adding, "Just... don`t
tell Terrance I said that."
Then I press him against the wall. He tries not to poke his ass
out but his dick is in the way and I'm only pressing his chest against the
wall. His right hand grabs the door frame, his left flattening out against
the wall. This is his favorite position when he's on top. He loves
fucking Terrance standing up with Terrance's little body pressed into a
wall, or flat against a table. It makes it hard for me to get in his
mouth.
"Breath..." I remind him before hearing the withheld air whoosh out
his mouth. Then I take my dick in hand. I have to bend at the knees
cause, nowadays, I'm a little taller than him. Then I pull thick shaft up
towards his waiting back door.
"Fuuuuuck." he grunts as I enter him standing up. I keep my legs
bent, my lip pulls into my teeth as the sensation of his sphincter muscles
trying to squeeze me out. I kiss his back, shoulder then neck. Then I
bite down. He screams as I stand up. I had hoped biting him would
distract from me sliding more and more into him. It didn't.
He hops around a little, dancing around on his toes. His ass is
gripping my dick, pulling me up with him, tugging me by the shaft and
making me cringe.
"Fuck." I groan. I get him to stop by putting my hands on his
hips. He looks back, blushing.
"Ow." He says with this little awkward smile I've never seen
before.
"You like?"
"A... little." he's happy.
"Fast or slow." that causes his smile to drop.
"Slow..." He says like he can't believe I had to ask, "it's my
first time."
"Aw man." I snap in an undertone. He starts to say something but
as I pull out whatever it was becomes this insatiable croon. I push
forward, stopping at the safe point, and he whimpers. He's so different
from Terrance. He's running from it, Terrance never does that. I hold his
hips still and soon he stops squirming.
Then I start moving around inside him. Each time I push a little
more in his already squeezing hole gets tighter before relaxing. It's a
slow, long process but he's trying hard to let me in. He even reaches
back, pulling his cheeks apart. It doesn't help but I appreciate the
gesture.
I push a little more in than before, past the safe point. He
grunts, squirms but holds after a few seconds. I push in more. His ass
clamps down and I can't go forward. I wrap my hands around his shoulders
and withdraw nice and easy before sliding forward.
He groans nice and loud. I nuzzle his neck and let my hips work.
His ass is so hot, so tight, so new to me. Fucking him is so much
different than Terrance. The main difference being that he submits to
me. Terrance puts me on the pedestal but David has me on the throne. I
love my boys.
"You can go faster now." He says, trying to sound like he wants me
to go faster.
"Alright." I speed up, still only sawing half of my length into his
beautiful ass. The pressure constantly flexes but I'm not working as hard
as before. Then, suddenly, I'm not working hard at all. He gasps as I,
without meaning to, slam forward. My pubic area connects with his ass and
he looks back and down like is all that in me? Then he smiles.
"Wow." he huffs, looking at me over his shoulder. I lean forward,
pushing my tongue into his mouth. When I start again the resistance is
back and I can't fit it all in but I keep up a nice almost quick pace. His
voice vibrates my tongue. I swirl my stick around inside him causing him
to break our kiss and sing.
Then every muscle in my body tenses. I slam forward. He yelps,
surprised to feel the hot wet spewing out the thick dick plugging his
backside. Blast after blast of nut accompanied by wave after wave of
euphoria. Even with this slow fuck, I'm in paradise.
------------------ Several hours later... -----------------
David's sleeps on his stomach. His round cheeks are slightly
pushed up. It's too bad he doesn't like to cuddle as much as Terrance. I
like to hold Terrance after I pump a half ton of semen into him. I have no
idea how many times I came in the last few hours and all of it is inside
that ass, slowly leaking out. I thought about pulling him closer but it
won't do any good, he'll just roll back over.
I look out the window to the left and check out the dark sky. I
wish Terrance was here. He'd let me hold him. He'd want me to hold him.
Then the door opens and there he is. He's wearing the polo and khaki that
make up his work uniform. His dark face is confused. I sit up, David
stirs and Terrance's mouth drops open.
"Daaammn." He whispers as David shifts, drawing a leg up and
hugging his pillow and poking is ass into the air.
"Go head," I say as his fingers inch towards David's body. He
lightly traces David's crack with his middle finger, pulls back them grins
at the spit like string of goo that follows his touch. David mumbles as
Terrance does it again.
"Yuck." He whispers, looking over at me.
"I've done that to you too." I say. He cocks his head.
"You be playin with my ass when I'm sleep?" He asks, pulling off
his shirt.
"Not all the time." I tell him as he drops his pants, exposing the
white boxers with little sniper targets all over it I bought him for his
birthday. Then he strips out of them showing off his almost hairless,
compact, dark body.
"What made ya'll do this?" He asks. I laugh. If this was a
cartoon he'd have a little halo on his head.
"Boy you already know." I can't believe he's trying to play
innocent.
"What?" He asks, sliding into bed.
"He's gonna wake up and shoot you."
"So how was he?" puts his head on my chest as he changes the
subject.
I wrap my arms around him before saying, "It was awkward at first
but he got used to me."
"He could handle all that his first time?" He asks, snuggling into
my chest.
"No, he still can't." I laugh, "He runs from it every time. He got
the whole shaft once though."
"Really?" He says, "Did he scream?" He kisses my neck.
"Yeah, but not when I shafted him, then his eyes got all wide."
"Was he scared or something?"
"Naw, he was surprised."
"I couldn't believe he put that whole tree trunk in me." David
says, rolling over as Terrance grabs his ass over me. Terrance jumps out
the bed as David lunges. He lands on my legs, ass up. I grab him, letting
Terrance step back to stay our of reach.
David looks over at me and grins from ear to ear. He gets on his
hands and knees and turns till he's parallel to me. He kisses me, pulling
my legs apart so he can lie between them.
"My turn." He whispers. I feel my eyes widen.
He can't be serious, not in front of Terrance.