Together

The afternoon had started with Jacob coming over to help me get the tin roof fixed after it had been damaged by high winds the day before. It wasn’t unusual in the way the storm developed, dark clouds to the southwest, roiling and expanding on the horizon as they moved closer. What had been surprising was the amount of lightning and high winds. It struck two pecan trees in the orchard leaving a nasty black scare down both, and up the road Mr. Hollis said it burned up a microwave oven his wife forgot to unplug. But the real damage was from the winds. Dad came in last night after doing a volunteer stint with the community fire department, going around checking homes that got hit with lightning, two of them with smoldering wiring, but said the worst damage was roofs blown off barns and trees down over in Greene Village, three down on houses and one that tried to severe a mobile home in half. For us, it was just the roof over the lean-to on the barn where we parked the row and drill planters.

Jacob arrived after lunch when the rain seemed to be about to stop. But as we got sheets of tin back in place and nailed down, damn if the clouds didn’t build up again, and rain came down on us. We finished as fast as we could, but by the time we came inside, we were soaked to the skin.

With the day a bust on doing any chores around our family’s farms, I told Jacob he might as well hang around, that I would get him something dry to put on. It wasn’t unusual for one or the other to crash at someone’s home for most of the day. We did it all the time. But as seniors, the sleep overs stopped. We were too old to be sharing a bed, or that is what Jacob had said more than once when I broached the idea.

I know. I know how fucking obvious it is to anyone with an inclination of what I was up to by trying to get Jacob to sleep with me. Anyone but Jacob. Probably for the better, for I’m not sure how he would react if he knew his best friend all through grade school, the Ellis R. Stevens of Clayton, Alabama was gay. Oh, how I fantasied Jacob was gay too. Projected the idea with every stare or look, with any touch, especially the horsing around the two of us could do. Which brings me back to this dark rainy afternoon.

We had showered and slipped on boxers. I laid out gym shorts and T-shirts but was pleased to see Jacob ignore them when he saw I was sitting at my desk in just boxers. Straight guys can hang out in their underwear and it not mean anything. Right? My parents gone to visit relatives doesn’t make it more awkward, does it?

We got down on the floor, propped back against my bed, and played video games. Something was off with Jacob’s play. One fuck up after the next, and I was beating the snot out of him. I saw him look over at me time and time again, then just blow a chance to take me out. I assumed he was watching my hands, trying to judge my next move. We played five games like this.

“Damn, you suck today,” I exclaimed in jest as the game did its celebratory display of my fifth win.

“Well, at least I don’t have my dick hanging out for everyone to see.”

I looked down, and damn, if my cock wasn’t protruding through the fly. Oops.

“Oh, its not like you haven’t seen it before,” I replied as I tucked it back through the fly. I couldn’t help but notice the fly stayed gapped open.

“Are you going to ask Cheryl to the prom?” Jacob asked as he started another game.

Way to change the subject.

“Not sure,” I replied, lying my ass off, for there was no way I was asking that preacher’s daughter to the prom. I knew her reputation. She’d attack me the first chance she got, and the last thing I needed spread around the school right before graduation was how Ellis couldn’t get a hard-on for a girl. Fuck that shit. “Did you ask Emily?”

Emily was the class beauty queen (yeah, the school still did that misogynist shit), the class vice-president, cheerleader, pitcher on the softball team, and too damn perfect, and I hated her for flirting with Jacob. He’s mine, bitch, I thought every time she pulled him aside. I sat holding my breath, waiting for him to answer.

“Tyler asked her out first, and she said yes,” Jacob replied, then added, “are we playing another game?”

“Sure,” I replied, trying hard to suppress my glee. “If you don’t ask anyone, maybe we can go to the beach for the weekend. Camp like we did last spring at the fort.” There was an old fort at the end of the barrier island with a campground next to it.

“Might as well. Anyone I would ask out is going with someone.”

I really couldn’t believe Jacob had no one to go with him to the prom. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with the girls in our school? As thrilled by his misfortune as I was, it was still shocking, shocking I tell you. He’s six foot three, with a fucking nice body. Not one bulked up from a weight room, but one built from physical labor on his family’s farm. And he had the lightest brown hair that by summer would have blonde streaks in it. He had been a tow-headed child, hair a platinum blonde would have been jealous of, but by the time we were in the third grade his hair started to darken. Looking over now how it is all messed up, hanging down into his eyes and wavy and still damp…I wanted to run my hands through it. To push it out of his eyes so I can see them. Blue, so vivid blue they looked like they were cut from some gemstone.

“Hey, stop daydreaming and let’s play,” said Jacob, and I turned my attention to the television as he hit start.

Three more games, and three more wins for me, not that I gloated or anything.

“Loser,” I uttered, then giggled like a schoolgirl.

“Fuck off,” Jacob replied, his tone humorous, for he knew he sucked the big one during that last game.

“I’m going for a soda. You want one, loser?”

As I rolled to my knees to get to my feet, he pushed me.

“Stop bragging, pussy,” he taunted.

I started crawling away from him, looking back over my shoulder. “Oh, suck it, loser.”

I hit the limit of my allowable taunts, and old Jacob sprang up. I tried to crawl faster to get out of his reach, but I felt a hand land on my lower back. I squirmed, then dropped down, while trying to crawl away. He managed to grasp the waistband of my boxers and as I crawled toward the door, they slipped over my ass and down my legs.

“Hey, stop,” I exclaimed, and yes, I was laughing. And wondering how far to take it. I tried to kick away, but Jacob held tight to my boxers and as I moved from him, they slipped further down each leg until at my ankles.

I rolled over and sat on the floor, kicking my legs trying to get away from him, but all I managed to do was kick my boxers off. I literally kicked them into Jacob’s face.

Then he was on me, arms pinned to the floor over my head and his legs down between my own. He shifted and my cock flexed between us. I tried not to care about what it meant, but I was getting too aroused by Jacob wrestling me to my back then holding me down. Naked, getting hard, gasping for breath. I was revealing much about myself.

Jacob hovered over me, looking down. It was a queer thing how he stared into my eyes. A questioning look, one confused or unsure.

“You’re getting hard,” Jacob whispered.

“I can’t help it…naked and…you’re pushing against it,” I stammered.

Then I felt it, his cock pressing against me. It was getting hard.

“You…your…getting hard too,” I stammered after an awkward silence.

“I can’t help it either,” Jacob uttered, and a drop of sweat fell from his nose hitting me on the cheek under the right eye.

He pushed down with the hips. Seriously, straight boy Jacob pushed his cock against me making it flex. I pushed upward, unable to control myself. Let him feel it, I thought. I lay there underneath him, then without thinking, put my hands on his waist and tried to push his boxers down. Not the most subtle thing I had ever done. Eyes still locked together, I watched for a change in his expression. One that said stop, WTF, or, just maybe, yeah, keep going.  I got nothing for his expression, but I felt him raise his ass, just a little and I didn’t waste the opportunity. His boxers slide over that firm round ass, and I struggled with getting them around his hard cock. His cock hit my stomach and the boxers slipped down those muscular, hairy thighs for as far as I could reach.

Bare cock against bare cock. A push down. A push upward. Cocks flexing hard against each other. Then my hand slipped between us, moving between heaving stomachs until I was touching him. Fingers grazed the hard shaft, searching its length until rubbing over the flared head.

“You want me to stop?” I asked in a low, barely audible whisper.

“No,” he uttered in reply.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked after getting my fingers wrapped around his cock.

“I...huh…don’t know.”

I heard the fear. He was letting something happen he wasn’t sure of. Something queer, something I wondered if he ever truly considered before. It would be up to me to have things progress, for I knew he would not initiate anything. But he may let things escalate. I damn sure was going to find out.

“Roll over,” I whispered, pushing against his shoulder with my free hand.

He rolled over and lay next to me, hard cock flapping against his abdomen, then hovering over it. I knew what it looked like, but not like this. Not stretched out and thickened to a full erection. Skin dark, darker than the rest of him, and the flared head was wide, round, a blunt object for penetrating an ass…my ass if I was lucky.

His eyes were looking at me, and I looked down my familiar body to my own cock, how it curved back to my stomach, the slit drooling until that sweet slick pooled around it. How it flexed up and down when I thought of the situation. The sexual nature of it. I took myself in hand and slow stroked until my cock was slick, glistening in the light, and I was so goddamn horny I would try anything.

I slid across the floor until I was halfway down his body. He didn’t say a word as I leaned up and over his abdomen. I was staring at his cock, and it flexed up and down while hovering rock hard over his stomach. Still stroking my own cock, keeping myself right on the fucking edge, I moved down to his cock, glanced up one more time to see if there was any sign I was going too far (he was just staring with his mouth open), then I kissed the head, then licked it, finally eliciting a response. A moan of such whorish proportions with a push upward, I was encouraged to continue.

I slipped that cock into my mouth and pushed down, letting that head slide over my tongue and plug the back of my throat. Then I worked my mouth up and down, dragging lips along the hard shaft. I let it move along my tongue, push at my cheeks, and plug my throat again and again.

That teenage fuck was too aroused, to wound up to hold back, and suddenly he shoved upward, his cock flexed and swelled in my mouth, then cum seemed to gush from it. My mouth filled with it until I had to swallow, and I swallowed and swallowed until he was finally spent, and I had taken all of it.

“Stop…stop, Ellis, you fuck, stop,” Jacob pleaded, pushing my head off his sensitive cock.

I fell to my back beside him breathing hard like I’d been running or something. I took my cock in hand and stroked it slowly, feeling my arousal build once again.

I figured I would have to masturbate to get off, that it would be a one-sided affair. But a hand pushed mine off, and I opened my eyes and leaned up to watch Jacob nervously take my cock.

“You don’t have too if you don’t want to,” I whispered.

“I just want to see what it’s like,” he uttered. His hand circled my cock, then moved up and down it. Slowly, as if he was surveying every aspect of it. How it was shaped, how a vein ran down it, the head arrow shaped, and how it was exactly the same skin tone as the rest of me. I moaned, lay back closing my eyes, and tried not to push upward, letting him do all the work.

I heard his noisy suck, and how it felt. The tongue and lips moving along my cock until I wanted to cry out, to reach down and shove his head down, or pump my hips upward, which I began to do. Slowly, gently, I pushed upward as his head descended. We fell into a rhythm.

I reached down and took the right hand resting on my hip. I pushed it down between my legs.

“Jacob, touch me,” I whispered.

And he did.

The hand slipped down between my thighs, the fingers toying with my tightening sac. They worked my nuts around, then tugged on them making me cry out.

“Damn, Jacob…don’t stop.”

A finger touched my opening, raked over it, rubbed around it, then pressed against its tightness. I shuddered when it penetrated me. A finger not my own, Jacob’s finger, working inside me. I spread my legs giving him greater access and permission to keep going.

One finger, then two, then three, twisting and pumping through my tightness until I loosened to it. By then, my knees were up spread wide apart, and I was working my hips up and down, pumping cock into his mouth. He slipped off my cock, holding it up by his drooling mouth.

“Can I?” he asked as three fingers pushed into my depths.

I knew what he meant.

“Yeah, let me see what’s its like,” I replied, trying to keep it innocent, even a bit naïve.

He was on his knees between my legs stroking his hard cock. It glistened wetly and when he slowly stroked it from the base to the head, it drooled its clear slick.

“Fuck,” he uttered, then looked down at me.

I saw a hesitation, a little insecurity about what we both knew was to happen next. He was going to put that cock inside me. He was going to penetrate my ass with his cock. He was going to fuck me.

“Jacob,” I whispered, raising each leg and resting them on his shoulders. “Put it in me.”

He suddenly became aware, as if woke from a dream.

“Yeah…let me,” he uttered as he moved over me. I folded in half and soon felt his cock rake across my ass, then up and down between the spread cheeks. He put it to my opening and pushed.

“Fuck. Goddamn,” I cried out, shivering with the penetration, then I held tight to his waist keeping him in place. “Hold still.”

It felt like he shoved a fence post up my ass. I just knew he ripped me open, but after a long minute or two, I loosened to his penetration. It soon felt right, the fullness of his cock inside me. I pushed upward while pulling down on his waist.

“Fuck me.”

I felt how his body responded. The flex of muscle along the back, the flex of ass cheeks when he pushed inward, and his pace increased until he was bumping against my ass, pushing into my depths with greater urgency. I opened my eyes and looked up into those vivid blue eyes. I saw the lust, the drive for the pleasure our fuck offered, but even so, there was something hidden from my stare. How far will he be willing to take this thing between us? I didn’t know.

I scanned down that long muscular body. Looked at how the abs flexed and strained with his exertion. God, the fucking masculine nature of him, the heat of his body, the sweat that trickled down it and dripped hot against my own skin. He leaned down closer until kissing my neck, then nipped at the skin. My cock was pinned between us feeling the rub of hot slick flesh. I could come any second if he didn’t stop.

“Don’t stop. Fuck me. Fuck me, Jacob,” I pleaded.

He laced his fingers with mine and held me down. He kissed me again on the neck, then on the lips. And he fucked. Fucked with a fast pace, bodies smacking together, then slowed to one that let me feel every damn inch slide through my opening. He ground his hips against my upturned ass, cock buried all the way inside me. Then he raised his hips until cock hovered over my opening, and thrust downward, breaching my opening before it could close and sank all the way into my depths once again. Over and over, he did this, working inside me, over me, kissing me, touching me, with exhales from his exertions hot against my skin, and I moaned and pleaded with him not to stop.

He pulled out leaving me feeling empty and I saw him roll over and sit next to me on the floor. He slow stroked his cock then held it up.

“Ellis,” he whispered, and I knew what he wanted.

I climbed to my knees, straddled his legs, and moved until hovering over his cock. He was watching me, eyes looking into my own, then down over my body, at my hard cock, then to his own. I moved down and felt his cock touch me, then penetrate me once again. I lowered myself until I had over half of him, then I began to fuck myself on it. Up, down, over and over, I moved on his cock. I took my own in hand, stroking it with the same brutal rhythm. Hands took each of my ankles and held tight as I moved on his cock and kept stroking my own.

I couldn’t believe the heat. The roiling almost suffocating heat I felt as I moved on that cock. I leaned back and worked my ass up and down, increasing my pace. I hammered my insides on his cock, making my own flex and drool in my hand.

He began to push upward, to work his hips trying to sink deeper into my depths. I helped him, slamming my ass down. The smack of flesh against flesh echoed in the room.

I came. Hard. Cum hit me in the face, then a thick wad roped up my chest. It rained down on my stomach, then slickened my hand. I kept stroking my cock, kept it flexing with release until I was shuddering. Suddenly Jacob sat up, pushed down on both of my thighs, threw his head back, and cried out. His cock flexed with each ejaculation inside me, and I knew he was filling me with his load.

 

 

We showered together, playfully touching each other, making silly jokes about what we’ve done. There were brief stares, then a looking away. I could see it, how he was still working it out. What it could mean. We didn’t talk about it, not seriously, and as soon as we got the suds rinsed off, he was shutting off the water.

“I should get dressed and head home,” Jacob said as he tossed me a towel, then used the other one laid out to dry off.

For days, Jacob didn’t come around, didn’t take my phone calls, only replying with a short text he would call me later. I grew worried. I knew once he was around others, things could look different to him. The intimacy could become something else, our sex a deviant behavior.

At school, he acted as if nothing had happened. It was back to being best buds, and nothing more. With prom approaching, then graduation, no one noticed the slight change between us. How he didn’t throw an arm around my neck all the time, or how he didn’t sit next to me in the cafeteria, but across from me, keeping some distance between us. No one knew he was avoiding me, never allowing me to get him alone, so we could talk.

Another week of school passed, another weekend upon us, and that damn prom, and I didn’t bother to wait around for Jacob. I left my English class and went straight to my 4-Runner. I got it running and into the line as fast as I could, hoping not to see him, for I was at the point of thinking our friendship was over. Emily said Jacob asked Shelley to the prom after hearing she had broken up with that McCullough boy from over in Covington County. She had said yes, relieved to have a date, and I was heartbroken to know the camping trip was not going to happen.

Graduation would be next, then a summer working around the farm, then…

And I knew Jacob would be pursuing a different direction in life. Maybe he would go to college, letting his younger brother take over the farm by himself. Or maybe he would join the military, for there had been mention of the Navy or the Army, with the fantasy of going overseas someplace exciting and different. Or maybe Jacoby would just marry and settle down, take his place in the community, and therefore always be someone around for him to run into from time to time. At the diner in town, the tractor dealership, in line for a part, or down at the volunteer fire department for a fish fry or bar-be-cue.

Saturday was hot with vivid blue skies without a cloud in sight. I got the yard mowed, rode with dad to check the fields over in Red Level, then found myself standing in the rear yard, garden hose in one hand and a bucket of sudsy water in the other. My 4-Runner sat in the grass ready for washing. I was shirtless, just a ratty pair of khakis cut off as shorts that hung so loose on my skinny waist my boxers were visible. The sun was hot on my shoulders and gnats tried to swarm in my face. A spray of water straight up took care of both, then I approached my 4-Runner.

As I rinsed off the worst of the dirt my mind drifted off to the prom that was happening that night. I pictured Jacob with Shelley, the two of them going into the prom, dancing together, and kissing. Sponge in hand, suds dripping from it, and I stood on the ladder and started on the top. I leaned against the side of the 4-Runner, suds and water soaking my shorts and cooling my chest. It felt good to just lean into it. To carelessly get wet. I climbed down and hosed off the top, it was far too hot to do the whole vehicle at once, for the soap would dry. I sprayed the top, then sprayed straight up letting the water rain down on me again, driving away gnats and the heat. I soaped the windows, rinsed, then did the hood, grille, and front fenders. Suddenly my mind drifted from Jacob with Shelley to Jacob and me, to us having sex. I felt my cock stir within my wet shorts and boxers. When I stood, the wet shorts slipped down dragging boxers with them until they hung low on my hips. Fuck, I was suddenly so horny. I felt my body’s exposure, the way the shorts hung so low almost revealing pubic hair and the base of my expanding cock.

“Ellis. Ellis!” mom shouted from the back porch.

I looked across the yard to where she stood and saw she was dressed up, nice blouse and slacks, and dad came out in khakis and a dress shirt.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“We’re going to Montgomery. Lisa called inviting us to dinner,” mom replied, referring to her youngest sister. “We going to stay tonight but will be back by lunch tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

I watched them get in her Tahoe, then drive toward the front of the house. I stood there watching as it pulled out on the road, then accelerated away. Turning back to my 4-Runner, I resumed washing it, working down the driver’s side, across the rear, then down the passenger side, all the while thinking of sex, of Jacob beneath me, my ass riding his cock. I got hard, no longer worried mom or dad would come out and see me in such a state. Cock pushing outward on the wet khakis, its full length plainly visible. As I rinsed the last of the suds, I undid the shorts and let them drop to my ankles. I stepped out of them, while twisting the spray nozzle from the hose. Water shot out around the nozzle as I kept rotating it until it came loose from the hose. I held it over my head, letting the cool water cascade down my body as I used my other hand to push the wet boxers down until they too fell around my ankles. I stepped free of the shorts and boxers, naked, cock rock hard, feeling the heat of the sun mixed with the coolness of the water. I stroked my cock, out of arousal and horniness and frustration and anger. I stroked it until all I could think of was coming. I tossed the hose down on the ground and lay on my back on the wet grass. I worked my hips, thrust cock up through my fist, then I stroked it, mad with my horniness and frustration.

I came, cum arcing out of my cock and raining down on my chest and stomach. I kept stroking as my cock flexed with each ejaculation until it only dribbled cum from the slit, and I finally stopped, breathing hard and still feeling frustrated and aroused. The sun warmed me, made my cock stay hard. I started stroking it again, slowly, as I reached with my other hand under my thigh until I was touching myself. As I stroked my cock, I rubbed my tight opening, picturing Jacob over me sinking cock into me. I fingered it, one, two, then three, stretching it open. It increased my arousal. This need to get off again. I rolled to my stomach and pumped my cock against the wet ground will finger fucking my ass. I raised my hips giving me a sense I could dig fingers deeper into my hole. I came to my knees, reached between my thighs and stroked my cock. It was too much, fingers working my ass and my other hand stroking my cock, faster and faster, until I turned my head down, forehead on the wet ground, and worked my hips back and forth. It gave the false impression of a fuck, and I went with it, letting my arousal increase until I pushed myself over the edge. I came again, cock flexing within my tight fist with every ejaculation as I felt my hole spasm around my fingers. My whole body was focused on nothing but my release.

Then I was spent. Truly spent, cock quickly going flaccid.

I rolled to a sitting position and looked at my clean 4-Runner, then around the yard, suddenly remembering I was visible to the road. If someone had driven by, they could have seen me, naked and wet and pleasuring myself. I laughed, then climbed to my feet, grabbed up my wet things and headed to the house to shut off the water and get cleaned up.

 

 

I stood in front of the mirror in mom and dad’s bedroom. It was the only one I could see myself in from head to foot. My hair was still damp, a tousled mess, and I ran a hand through it thinking it looked like some model’s hair in a magazine. Then I looked at myself, really looked.

Ellis Rayford Stevens, five foot ten and a half inches tall, one hundred and forty-seven pounds, and eighteen. A teenager who wanted to think of himself as a man. And queer. Full spectrum gay. No interest in the opposite sex in a sexual manner. And on the night of my high school prom, alone. A loneliness, I felt most of the time. An outsider in my own community, even amongst my friends.

I continued looking at my reflection. Gave measure to aspects of myself I had done ever since the fourth grade, when Mark Roberts derisively called me an Injun. I knew as soon as he said it, it was a nasty thing to say. Mom was part Native American, and she had told me traits of that heritage would reveal themselves in different children. My older brother, now living below Red Level had dad’s characteristics and none that spoke of a Native American heritage. But I had more of mom’s genes, those that gave me dark brown hair and the skin tone to match. My eyes were dark brown, so dark you couldn’t see the pupils within the irises. I ran a hand down my smooth chest looking at my hairless arms and chest. I looked at my cock, how it was the same skin tone, framed by the small fan of pubic hair over it. I saw my masculine nature, the cock, nuts hanging long in the sac, the body frame, the Adam’s apple prominent in my neck I considered too long. I swallowed and watched it move up and down. Then I moved away from that mirror.

 

 

I was in the family room, nothing on but my worst pair of gym shorts. The old cotton things were thread bare, so worn that they felt softer against my skin. Mom had threatened to throw them out. But when I felt a bit rebellious, more queer than usual, they made me feel sexy. To be aware of my cock barely concealed within them. I lay on the sofa and looked down my body. The smooth chest, flat stomach, and bulging cotton shorts, then my long lean legs, as smooth as the rest of me. I could increase my horniness so easily. Just a touch or simple manipulation or the slipping down of the shorts. To get naked again. That is all it would take, and I would get hard again.

I glanced out the window realizing it was dark. This time of year, it was after eight before it got dark. The prom would be in full swing. Jacob and Shelley would no doubt be posing for a photograph, then dancing together. I turned back to the television and found the program about the gay teenager. I had never dared to watch it with my parents around, but over time I had managed an episode here and there, and now I was binge watching the last three.

A knock at the back door, and I sat up looking across the kitchen toward the door to the mudroom, as if I could see the back door. Another knock, a bit more persistent. I looked down at my dress, or lack thereof, and wondered if I should run upstairs to my room to at least put on a T-shirt.

“Ellis, come on, I know you’re in there,” Jacob called out, voice muffled from the door and distance.

“Jacob?” I whispered, wondering what he was up to, to be at the back door instead of the prom.

I eased off the sofa and walked across the room and into the mudroom. I left the light off knowing Jacob would only see my silhouette through the window. I opened the door and was surprised to see Jacob in his tux, the garish blue thing he had rented at the last minute.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I was at the prom…but…Shelley’s nice and all…but…”

He was stammering, not making any sense.

“Jacob?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you here?”

He looked at me, smiled, one that was weak and sad and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. He looked down breaking our eye contact.

“I’m sorry.”

It was all he said, but I knew what it meant. I reached out and took him by the hand and led him into the house. He let me guide him into the family room and to the sofa. He sat, stiff and looking uncomfortable. I eased down next to him. I saw the look, eyes that looked at me, at my bare torso then down to those shorts, bulging with my cock.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

“You really hurt me the way you avoided me and-“

“I know,” he exclaimed, then repeated in a low voice. “I know.”

“Are you here to tell me you want us to be friends again. To go back to the way, it was before we…”

Now I was stammering like a goddamn fool.

“Before we had sex,” I finally stated.

“No,” he whispered.

No? Then what did he want, I wondered as we sat there, with him going silent and I not sure what to say.

“What do you want?” I asked after one of the longest minutes of my life.

“I…”

Jesus, just say it, I wanted to yell.

“I want you. I want to be with you, but I’m not sure how that will work around here,” he finally replied, the words just spilling out of him.

“People only need to know what we want to tell them,” I replied.

He looked at me and smiled. Then I felt his hand on my bare leg, just below the cotton shorts.

“I thought about what we did and how it made me feel. It felt…so right,” he whispered. “I want to be with you.”

The hand slipped up my leg, fingers working below the cotton shorts until touching my loose sac. I saw his eyebrows rise in a surprised arc, then he smiled.

“Nasty fuck, you don’t have on underwear,” he said as that hand moved further up the leg of the shorts until he was toying with my cock.

“I didn’t think…fuck…” I stammered, then leaned to him bringing out lips together.

Suddenly he was manhandling me, pushing me back on the sofa, roughly tugging the shorts down my legs, then tossing them across the room. I was naked, getting hard, and he lay on me. It was arousing how he is fully dressed, with me naked beneath him. He pumped his body against mine, he touched me with lips and fingers, as he slips to the floor. He kissed my right nipple, tongued it, then nipped the hardening nub. I moan and push upward increasing the feel of this contact. As he kissed my chest, manipulated nipples, a hand slid down my stomach and fondled my cock. Fingers toy with the head, stroke along the hardening shaft, then manipulate nuts in their loose sac. I watched him, how me moved over me; how he touched me. I watched him stroke my cock, while holding it straight up. I watched him move his mouth to the head, then sink it down over my cock. I gasped and laid still, fighting the urge to shove upward.

I ran my right hand through his hair feeling the motion of his head. The up and down that I feel through my cock.

He sucked until I want to cum. I pushed him off, for it was too soon.

“Stand up,” I commanded, an urgency in my voice.

He stood by the sofa, and I got up on my knees and kissed him, then I undressed him. The clip-on bow tie, the jacket, then the shirt. I touched his bare chest, kissed the sternum, then the left nipple. I tongued it until it is hard, then I nip it. He shivered and cried out. I slipped his belt free and undo the pants. He helped me, kicking off his shoes, working the pants off, then I’m reaching for the boxers.

“Let me,” I whispered.

I kissed the front of the boxers where the head of his cock is pushing outward. I kissed along its length, tongued the head through the cotton boxers until they were wet and nearly transparent. I saw it, and now I’m going to have it, as I tugged the boxers down slowly until it pops out free. As boxers dropped to his ankles, my lips captured the head and I pushed forward.

“Fuck,” he uttered as I bury my nose in his pubic hair.

I sucked him until he is rocking on his feet, and his hips are working up to that primitive rhythm of a fuck. I held his cock on my tongue and let him move freely, fucking my mouth. It slid over my tongue, then pushed against one cheek or the other, and the head slipped into my throat cutting off my air. I stroked my own cock while taking him.

He held my head while working his cock. I sensed it, how he lost his rhythm, until he is pushing harder, faster. Then my mouth filled with cum as he cried out and shuddered with release.

I laid back on the sofa and saw him stroke that wet, still very hard cock. I put one foot on the back of the sofa and rest the other close to my ass, knee up and angled out. I spread myself open for him. I stroked my own cock, then touched my opening as he watched.

“Jacob.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

He moved down between my legs and I felt that wet cock pushing against me. I laid back and relaxed. He penetrated me and I clutched at the seat cushion. He slowly sank into my hole, inch after inch. I felt the fullness of his penetration. His cock inside me, connecting us.

“Fuck…fuck me,” I uttered.

And I felt him move inside me. A tug outward, then another push inward. He built up a rhythm, sank deeper and deeper into my hole, until he is pressing against my ass with every push. As he fucked, his body revealed his exertion. The muscle strained at the skin, the sweat beaded up on it, and his labored breathing mixed with profane utterances.

Then he is on his knees, cock bobbing hard between us.

“Roll over,” he asked.

As soon as I got on my knees, and facing away from him, a hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pushing me over the arm of the sofa. He penetrated me again, sinking all the way inside me. His hips pressed against my ass and try to push deeper, then he is fucking me. Hands held my hips as cock worked my hole. It is a much faster pace, one that rocked me, made my own cock swing heavily between my thighs until it is rock hard again and hovering just below my stomach. It smacked my stomach as he hammered my hole. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the room, and I hear myself beg him to fuck me harder.

He slammed into my depths, hips against my ass, shuddering and pushing to get deeper. He cried out and I knew he was coming inside me.

Once again, he manhandled me, turned me around until I’m sitting down, cock sticking straight up. He pulled me forward until my ass is near the edge of the seat cushion, then he shocked me. He moved over my lap, and I locked eyes with him to see if he was serious. We stare at each other, he with a grin, as I felt him hold my cock and move down to it. I felt his tight ass as it stretched over the head of my cock making me moan. I felt the tightness slid down my cock then the weight of him in my lap. His cock is still hard, and it left a wet trail down my stomach.  

I took his cock and toyed with it as he moved up and down. His tight ass stroked my cock and I shivered with the feel of it, making me struggle with the desire to shove upward, to just bury myself inside him. He moved faster and I held tight to the edge of the seat cushion as his cock drug up and down my chest. Every touch is sexual, every gasp for breath and utterance reinforcing it.

He sweated profusely and gasped for breath. His fuck slowed and I knew he was near exhaustion. I sat up, bearhugged him, and rolled him to his back. I got between his legs and buried cock back into his ass.

“Do it. Do it, Ellis, fuck me. Fuck me,” he uttered.

I watched his head roll back and eyes close. Then I fucked. I fucked until I am gasping for breath. My body felt feverish, burning hot. Sweat trickled down my face, chest, and back. Every contact between us was slick and hot and arousing. I found myself upright holding the right leg behind the knee and the left pushed against the back of the sofa. I pushed the right leg down until it is tight to his chest, and I fucked, fucked hard, driving into his depths. The sofa began to squeak and rock beneath us, and the room seemed to shrink.

I couldn’t hold back. I shoved into his depths and shuddered with release. I felt every ejaculation, every flex of my cock as it shot wad after wad until I am spent.

 

 

I wake first, sunlight streaming in around the blinds. I glanced at my watch, seeing it is not even 8 o’clock. Snuggled up to my back, I felt the soft snoring and even breathing. The arm around my chest tightened pulling us together.

“Not yet. Let’s stay like this for a little longer,” Jacob whispered.

“Mom and dad will be back before lunch, so we can’t stay in bed all morning.”

“Okay,” he whispered, and I know he has fallen back asleep.

I laid there thinking of last night. How he came to me, showed up at the back door looking so forlorn and lost. Then there was the sex. In the family room, the shower, then in my bed. The sex that continued until we were so exhausted and spent that sleep overtook us quickly. I wondered what was next. How we would go forward. I saw us just living together, never confessing shit to anyone, letting them guess and spread rumor and gossip. Then I saw us living openly, telling everyone and anyone who asked or would listen, letting the chips fall where they may. I wondered how my folks would take it, knowing I needed to call that brother of mine first. What about his folks, and I pictured his mother, a librarian who worked over in Andalusia, wondering if her love of reading would make her more accepting. Our dads were farmers, men who toiled the earth and lived on the land. Some would call them simple men, but I knew the lie of that impression. I knew how dad often said, ‘live and let live’ and I wondered if he would hold that belief when faced with his youngest son begin gay. I thought he would do so.

There was a lot out there to face. But with someone standing by my side, then we’d face it. Together.