On the Edge

Kyle had more pain and took longer to get back on his feet than I did. The doctor told us that his injuries were not as severe as mine, but because each person’s nervous system and healing rates are different, she didn’t think there was anything wrong, and that it would just take more time for him. The day he was able to walk ten steps without assistance and without stopping to rest, I celebrated. It meant he was coming home.

He was happy, too. I knew that he had been nervous at night when I would slip my hand under the sheets and massage him to orgasm. I enjoyed it, but he was worried someone would come into the room. The mess afterward was difficult to clean up, but I still thought it was worth it. I offered him oral and told him I would swallow to reduce the clean-up, but that made him more nervous. And that made me love him more.

When I was with Kyle, I knew unconditional love. Even when he did something irritating, the explanation of why he had done it endeared him to me. I found myself thanking God for leading me to him even though the horror of being stabbed and stalked had been a horror.

The police had found Eddie Nathool’s apartment; he had kept a log of his activities. I found that strange, but the police indicated that it wasn’t that unusual. Nathool had thought that he had killed me, and when he found out that I had survived, he decided to kill my friends and family one by one. It turned out to be a good thing that I had stopped him; although, the sound of my bat contacting his head sometimes played in my head. I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me and start my life with Kyle.

I remember the day I took him home from the hospital. He had given me the key to his apartment, and I took advantage. He was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. He had his underwear on a particle board bookcase. The living room was a beanbag chair and a 32-inch low-quality flatscreen TV. There was no table at which one could eat dinner. I knew him well enough that he wouldn’t want me to spend money on his place, but I had sources.

The old farmhouse that belonged to my parents and grandparents had a metal headboard-footboard combination and a beautiful wooden dresser. They just needed to be cleaned up. There was a man in town who did woodworking, so I sent the dresser to him. I sent the bed to a car repair shop to sandblast it and paint it in a dark gloss grey. I did buy a new mattress and boxsprings. We had some high-quality bed linens in the ranch house, so I just ‘borrowed’ those.

I also borrowed a dark brown leather loveseat that no one ever sat in. I also found a small table with some chairs in the old farmhouse that I also sent to the woodworker. They were rush jobs, but everything was in place on the day I brought him home.

His first words on entering the apartment were, “What did you do?”

“I am used to a certain level of comfort,” I told him. “I plan to spend time here with you, and I need a place to sit down.”

“Yeah, I guess I didn’t have any chairs.”

“Well, now there are two.”

He walked over to the dining area and bent down. All I saw was his beautiful ass.

“This looks great. It’s beautiful.”

“That’s what I think.”

He turned around to see me staring at his ass. “I think you love my butt more than you love me.”

“I’m pretty sure I love them equally.” I sat on the floor next to him and kissed him. “I can’t believe I’m sitting on the floor after getting furniture for your place.”

“I want it to be our place.” Kyle kissed me.

I’m not sure why, I mean I am a pretty tough guy, or at least I want to think so, but I started to tear up.

Kyle stood back up. “Come on, big guy. I want a real shower.”

I got up from the floor.

Kyle pulled me toward the bathroom. “You were elected official back scrubber.” He pulled my ear toward his lips and whispered. “If you do a good job, I’ll let you fuck me.”

I smiled and a tear ran down my cheek. “There’s no one in the room to hear you except me.”

He kissed my ear; I felt my dick swell. “Are you complaining? Do you not want to?”

“Hell no, I’m not complaining.” I pulled off my shirt and went to work on his. In just a few minutes, we were in the shower. Naked and laughing. How I loved this man. I cleaned his crack; then I kissed his hole. He actually giggled. I put my finger in my mouth and covered it with spit. I eased it into his ass. I found his prostate and massaged it. His dick hardened and began to move up. I began to lube my cock with spit.

I had two fingers in him when I stood up and pressed my dick head against his hole. The water from the shower was still hot and cascaded over us and I pushed inside him. Just the head at first, but he pushed his butt back to me and my entire shaft went inside. I reached my hands up to his chest and pulled him against me as my hips rocked forward and up and back and down.

I felt every part of him holding onto my rod, squeezing and pumping. My response was to push and pull harder, to try to go more deeply into him. He moaned, and my pleasure moaned back. I’d never had a fuck feel like this. This was the ultimate.

“I want to feel you come inside me.”

The words themselves set me off, and I pushed inside and came hard. I felt more inside me, and I shoved hard and fast and deep, and I came a second time. I was breathing more deeply and harder than I ever had.

Kyle turned around, and my dick slapped against my lower abs. He turned me and got down on his knees. He began licking my hole. He rubbed his chin against my taint. It made me dizzy.

“Spit on it,” I demanded. “Get me wet and fuck me.” He did as I commanded, and within 30 seconds he shoved himself in me. He fucked with the frenzy of a rabbit. I was getting dizzier. I had to hold on to the faucets as he banged me. I thought I might pass. I could tell that my eyes had lost focus; they wanted to roll up; I couldn’t keep my eyelids open, and he continued to pound me. My prostate was being stimulated like never before. Suddenly, he pushed all the way in and held there. I felt his dick pulse within me, and I felt the pressure as he squirted three loads into my insides. He stepped back just enough for his cock to slip out and placed his cheek against my back.

“I cannot believe how much I love you,” he said.

I closed my eyes. “I can,” I whispered.

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-----In Other News -----

My initial outline for this story was different. The killer was a secret ex of Evan’s brother. The brother had told him that he was going to lead a regular life and dumped him. When Evan and his brother entered the bar, the ex-lover thought they were together as in a couple, and he decided to seek revenge by killing Evan.

Evan was supposed to have sex with a nurse at the hospital, his surgeon, (possibly his physical therapist), and a new ranch hand when he got home. I made a note that the ranch hand might have been more than a one-timer.

Meanwhile, the killer would stalk them before being eliminated by the police while trying to kill the brother.

Somehow, Evan screwed it up when he started to fall for the police officer. Those guys in uniform can be distracting.

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