John Campbell

I realize now that I was dreaming.  I was trapped in a dark place, and I could hear people talking.  From time to time, hands would reach out and touch me.  None of them were belligerent, but when they touched me, my body would freeze in place.  Many times, I was very cold.

Then I heard a voice; it was his voice, John’s voice.  I tried to talk to him, but my mouth was sewn shut.

His voice got nearer.  “I don’t know what to do.  One doctor said you can hear me, but another one said that talking to you just makes me feel better.  I can’t believe you’ve been gone this long.

“It doesn’t make any sense to me.  That Saturday sometimes seems like yesterday and then sometimes seems like forever ago.  When you sat next to me, you changed my life.  How can someone know someone for such a short amount of time and not want to live without him?  I don’t even know what time it was when we met.  Lunch was supposed to be about twelve-thirty.  You got there just before that, I suppose.

“They said the tornado struck just before seven.  I wish I could go back and love you one more time.  I want us to be together always.  I want you to be my husband, and I want to spend my life making you happy.”

I felt my hand being touched, held.  I needed to move, to let him know I was there.

“Oh, Zack.  I love you.  I want to be with you forever.  Oh, fuck you are so handsome.  I can’t say I like the beard, but even just lying there, you are so sexy.  Just looking at you makes my dick hard.”

I felt a wonderful sensation.  I could feel my dick harden.  John had just kissed me.  He was kissing all of me.  Oh, I felt his lips touch my cock.  He was sucking me.  I could see light.  My hand moved.  I could squeeze his hand.  His tongue.  I could sense his tongue on my shaft.  He was loving me.  The room was no longer dark.

I felt pleasure building within me.

I opened my eyes, and I came.

The door to the room opened loudly and a voice boom.  “What are you doing?”

I came again.  “Are you sucking me while I’m sleeping?”  I smiled.

John turned to me and he began to cry.  “I want to marry you,” he said.

The man at the door stepped into the room, “Aren’t you rushing things?”

“Wait a minute.  I’m confused,” I said.  “The last thing I remember is that we were on the couch and I started to stick my finger in your ass and you sprayed me with cum.”

The man turned out to be Roger from the party.  “You two are like rabbits.”

I noticed my other hand was in some kind of contraption.  “What happened to my hand?”

Roger spoke up again.  “You probably broke it while finger-fucking this tight-ass.”

“Then that must have been some fuck,” I laughed.

John smiled, “It was.”  Cum dripped from his chin.

“So when are you going to marry me?” I asked.

“I’ll get right on it.  I love you, Zack.”

Two days later, I was released from the hospital.  John and his friend Eric had worked to get my insurance figured out.  I was able to get a temporary debit card.  Nothing from my apartment was salvageable; even my car was destroyed.  The two of them had gone shopping for some clothes, so I didn’t have to leave the hospital in a pajama gown; although, what I was wearing when I left didn’t cover much more.  John thought it’d be cute for me to wear the shortest running shorts available in my size and a t-shirt that fit quite snuggly.  I noticed as we left the hospital that he was walking quite well without his crutches.  He still carried a cane with him to help when he had to go up or down a step.  It made me proud to walk next to him.

On the way to his apartment, I whispered into his ear.  “I think you should wear short pants.  They’re easier to pull down when I get the urge to blow you.”  He grinned.  “Plus, they show off these sexy legs of yours.”

“Which part?”  He raised his left eyebrow.

I put my hand on his inner thigh and squeezed.  “This part is super muscular and fucking sexy.  The lower part demonstrates your love for our country and your willingness to risk it all for us, and thinking about that makes me hard.  You’re just one fucking sexy guy, John, and I’m more than lucky that you want to be with me.”

His gaze locked with mine.  We stared.  I slipped my hand to his crotch.  I could feel his hardness.  My thumb moved up and down.  Even with underwear and jeans, I could feel his shaft twitch under the pressure of my thumb.

Eric called back from the front seat.  “Sandy ordered you two some pizzas as a welcome home.  The tip’s taken care of, too.  Delivery should be in about fifteen minutes, so don’t start anything if you know what I mean.”

John rolled his eyes as Eric stopped the car.

“Eric, you’re too sweet to be straight,” I said.  “Thank you for everything.”

“What’s that mean?”

John laughed.  “He’s gullible, too.”

“Get out of my fucking car,”  Eric started to laugh as well.

We made it to John’s apartment without a hitch.  It was my first time inside, and I was amazed at how little he had in his apartment.  A table with four chairs stood under a hanging lamp in the dining area.  There were no small appliances on the counter in the kitchen, and the living area was completely empty.

“There’s no place to sit except in the dining room,” I said.  “What’s with that?”

“I spend most of my time in the bedroom when I’m here alone.  I made room for you in the closet.”

“Kiss me,” I said.

He pushed up to me; I felt his bulge push against me.  He reached behind my head with one hand, and our lips brushed together.  It was gentle and sensual.  His tongue danced over my lower lip, and I allowed it to enter my mouth.  He moaned as the bottom of his tongue moved over my lower lip.  His kiss was better than previously; had he practiced, had he done some investigative reading?

I placed my hand on his ass and brought him more closely to me.  I pressed his dick into my leg, and he began to move up and down against me.  His humping my leg turned me on; I felt my cock strain against my underwear.

A knock at the door startled me.

“Fuck,” growled John as he pulled away.  He moved toward the door.  His pants were pointed outward from his erection.  I walked toward him and noticed that my running shorts did not hide my hardon.  John opened the door, and the pizza delivery man nodded a hello.  I noticed his eyes fixate my crotch.

“Umm,” was all the guy said.

John noticed he was staring at my groin.  “Yeah, he’s got a pretty big one once I get it hard for him.”

“Yeah.”

John smiled.  “You’ve already got your tip.  That one’s mine.”

The delivery guy looked over at John and pushed forward a white sack with a 2-liter Coke inside.  John took it.  

“I’ll get the pizzas; you pour the drinks,” I said.  I got two boxes from the man and told him ‘Thanks.’  After closing the door and locking it, I walked over to the counter where John was filling the glasses.

“You’re really naughty.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “It’s just that I want everyone to know that we’re together and how absolutely sexy you are.”

“Well, I appreciated that,” I told him.  “But telling the pizza guy that I have a big dick and it belongs to you is a little over the top.”

“I think he wanted you.”

“No.  He didn’t want me.  He might have wanted a hardon because he could visualize mine thanks to these skimpy shorts you bought me.  But he didn’t want me.  He doesn’t know me.  You know me, and you want me.  Almost every guy wants sex; it’s more than that with you and me.”

“You’re right.  I’m sorry.”

“I like that you want to tell everyone that you think I’m special, but remember the reason I’m special is because of this bond between us.  How many slices do you want?”

John laughed.  “You put two on the plate and closed the box.”

“I guess I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing,” I admitted.

“I think that the bond between us must be working because two is how many I wanted.”

I looked down at the plate.  I’d put two on his and three on mine.  “That’s fucking creepy.”

We took our plates and drinks to the table and ate without talking, just as we did the first day we met.  The silence helped me calm down.  It was a coincidence that I put the number of slices we each wanted on our plates.  I knew I wanted three.  He had less body mass, so I probably figured he’d want one less.  As I took the final sip of my drink, John put his hand on mine.  How lucky I was.  Everything seemed so natural for the two of us.

John stood up and led me to the bedroom and then into the bathroom.  He pointed to a device connected to the showerhead via a small hose.  “It’s an anal douche attachment.  I used it this morning.”  He leaned his head on my shoulder and whispered.  “Zachariah Edwards, you are God’s gift to me.  The answer to my prayers.”

He removed his clothes and dropped them into a hamper.  He helped me with my shirt.  I pushed down my shorts.  We stood before one another.  He took my hand and brought me back into the bedroom.  Reaching into his nightstand, John pulled a bottle of lubricant.  “We’ll need this.  He held my thickening cock in his hand.  This is bigger than your finger.  I want you; tell me what you want me to do.”

I wasn’t sure what to say; I continued to look into his eyes.  I knew what I wanted; I knew what we were about to share.  I reached forward and touched his cheek.  John turned and got on the bed; he pushed his legs apart.  I took the bottle and got between his knees.  I started by massaging his ass cheeks.  With a few drops of lube on my fingers, I circled his opening.  I worked at massaging his pucker.  He moaned as I rubbed.  I pushed just the tip of my finger into him as I leaned forward and kissed then gently, playfully bit his ass cheek.  I spent several minutes just teasing his opening.

I pushed a second finger into him.  He gasped and then began to moan again.  I pulled my fingertips out and pushed one finger in farther.  John sucked air in.  I heard a barely audible ‘fuck’ which made me push and pull my finger in and out of his hole more rapidly.  I slipped the second finger back in as I continued to push more deeply each time.  Another barely audible ‘fuck’ told me to work it a while before trying to add a third finger.

His moaning was driving me to push my dick into him.  I was already raging hard, but he wasn’t ready.  I didn’t want him to hurt him.  I wanted him to enjoy it completely from the start.  It was time to add that next finger.  I entered slowly and he moaned more loudly in response.  I shifted my position and ran the tip of my tongue up his spine.  Adjusting myself,  I slipped my fingers out and pushed the head of my cock against his slit.  The head slipped in easily.  The rest of my dick needed a little more pressure to get into him.   John grunted, but I felt him tilt his ass up toward me.  I began to pump gently into and out of him.  We began a synchronous movement.  The pressure of his tunnel on my shaft forced me to moan.  We were fucking for the first time, making love, calm, gentle, exciting, sensual.  

“Oh, Zack, I’m coming, oh, fuck, I…”

John’s ass tightened around my dick, and I began to hump faster.  I could tell he was unloading onto the bedsheets.  “Cum inside me, baby.  I want you, Zacky.”  I gave myself to him.  I shot my seed into him and then lay motionless on top of him.

He was still face down when I slipped next to him.  He turned his head.  “I cannot believe how much I love you,” he said.  “Last year, I thought…”  

He moved his hand up to my stomach, and I held it.  We didn’t talk.  We stayed like that until the light from outside began to grow dim.  I pulled on John’s arm and moved under him.  Using the lube, I wet my hole and rubbed his cock.  It didn’t take long for his erection to grow.  While I aligned his dick with my hole, he continued to look at me.

Tilting my pelvis up and pushing my knees apart, the head of his cock popped past my first sphincter.  He was ready.  I kissed him and he pushed into me.  The sensation of being filled by him brought tears to my eyes.  He pushed his tongue into my mouth and began to fuck me.

I grunted with each push; tears ran down my cheeks.  His cock seemed to grow larger with each thrust.  The wonderful sensation of his penis pushing against my prostate took me to new heights of fulfillment with each movement of his body inside mine.  I knew I had reached the ultimate in love and physical union, and then he came inside me, and it was even more.

His motions stopped; he remained inside.  I held him there; his breathing slowed.  I whispered, “I love you,” with a conviction that I knew wasn’t there before that moment.

John began to sob, and I knew that he was the happiest he had ever been, and I knew that he was aware that I was happier than I had ever been.