A Short Fuse
I woke up guilty. It was the first feeling that came to me as I opened my eyes beside the deep breathing naked Neil Campbell. Well, that and how badly I had to pee.
I snuck out from the warmth of the bed and Neil’s giant muscled body and grabbed his discarded dark blue dress shirt and slipped it on over my naked body. It was huge on me, hanging down to my thighs as I wrapped the width of it around me and quietly tiptoed to the ensuite bathroom.
Neil hadn’t moved when I came back, so I just kept tiptoeing out of the bedroom and silently shut the door, creeping down the stairs to the kitchen, convinced that I owed Neil a breakfast to assuage my guilty conscience.
A glass of water later, I had put on a pot of coffee and found some eggs and bacon in his fridge and started to cook, wearing only Neil’s shirt, barefoot, commando, and still feeling the guilt of last night’s actions at the Olsen’s weighing me down.
I didn’t hear the sounds of Neil until he stepped into the kitchen as I was flipping the bacon for the last time.
“Smells good.” He said hoarsely behind me. “Mmmm…looks even better.”
He was wearing a pair of boxers and that was it, his chest hair perfectly dancing over his big pecs, his legs flexing as he walked towards me, his big bare feet slapping on the tile as he grinned widely, his short hair slightly askew, his eyes looking me up and down standing at the stove in his dress shirt.
I felt his hands move up under the shirt and straight up my front as he came and stood behind me, his mouth moving to the right side of my neck, breathing his hot breath on me as he kissed the side of me. “Mornin’ you sexy little man.” He mumbled into my ear. I could feel his bulge against my back as his two hands felt up my pecs and pulled me backwards.
“Morning sleepyhead.” I shivered as bacon grease splattered around. I reached over and flipped the burner off and gave the scrambled eggs one last stir as Neil’s hands moved around me under his shirt I was wearing.
“You look sexy as fuck in my shirt!” He kissed the side of my neck again as I moved things off the stove, pinned to it by his big body. That bulge behind me hardened.
And then one of his big hands went to my freeballing dick and he felt how hard he was making me already. His other hand went to my chin and he turned my head to his where his mouth was waiting. He groaned into my mouth as we kissed, his body pushing into me harder against the stove. I forgot what I was doing, forgot about the others from last night and closed my eyes and let Neil Campbell take my breath and my mind away.
I didn’t say a word as his tongue filled my mouth and I felt him lower himself against me. I didn’t protest when I felt his hands moving around me, grabbing my ass. I didn’t stop kissing him as I felt his bare skin suddenly as he slid his boxers down and kicked them away. I only grinned at him as he spit into his hand and pressed his hard cock in between my ass.
I gripped the edges of the stove, staring down at the finished eggs and bacon, inhaling the scent of coffee as Neil’s cock moved easily into me.
“Still slick from last night….” He purred into my ear before his mouth covered mine again and I moaned into his throat as he pushed my hard cock against the stove. With nowhere to go, Neil’s thick dick sunk into me and I steadied myself against the counter and arched into it. “You are so mine.”
He didn’t move, just held himself buried inside me deep and kept kissing me, that curved cock of his hitting me in just the right spot from this angle as I let out a low long groan and pressed backwards against him.
“Yeah kid, take it.” He whispered, his fingers now moving to undo the buttons I had done up on his dress shirt hanging off me. I thought he might remove it, but instead just slid his hands up under it, gliding over my back as I wriggled my ass at the feeling of his cock inside me.
He stood up a bit taller and I found my eyes looking down at his big smooth feet on either side of mine as his hands gripped my waist under the shirt. With slow deliberate movements, he began to fuck me against his stove. I could hear the sounds of his breathing as my own panting reverberated in the open kitchen.
I glanced over my shoulder, the dark blue of his shirt the only clothing between us, staring at the way his shoulders rippled as his hands continued their dance up and down my back. His eyes were watching me, his lips curled in a grin, smiling at me as he gently fucked me. I watched his eyes closing slowly as he breathed in through his nose, his chest rising, his hips doing their thing. His body was magnificent for his age.
I found myself meeting his rhythm, my ass doing its own work moving backwards against him, seeing the rising climax in him, knowing what he liked already.
I grinned wider as I watched it coming, and knew the moment he would reach for my face and kiss me.
He did, knowing him so well, his pace picking up a bit, his own moans coming out as we kissed hard. And when his right hand gripped my swollen cock, I knew I was going to cum fast.
“Oh fuck Neil…”I began to moan before my mouth was covered with his in a frenzied kiss. He was fucking me harder now and the stove was banging against the wall but he didn’t stop. His grip on my cock was tight, and he was fisting me like he was jerking his own cock. Just the very idea of his cock throbbing inside me and waiting to cum made my body shake.
“Yeah you’re fuckin’ all mine!” He moaned out loudly as his left arm snaked around my upper body and he held me tight against his own. He fucked me harder now, meeting his pace with his hand. And as I started to buck wildly, his own mouth started to let out some groans of his own as we broke our kiss.
I shot the first rope of cum straight out, hitting the front of the stove as Neil’s body shuddered around me. My second and third shots were harder, splattering against the glass of the oven door as Neil erupted in my ass. We shook together, his fist still around my dick covered in my dribbling white liquid as he unloaded every last drop inside me. I gripped the edges of the stove tightly, until my own body subsided, feeling Neil’s scratchy chin on my shoulder, the heat of his panting on my neck making me shiver still until he rested his head between my shoulder blades.
“Jesus kid. What you do to me.” He gripped my body tight with both arms and squeezed me, giving me quick kisses on the neck before he stood up behind me and slowly started to withdraw himself from me. I waited, feeling the absence of him suddenly unsettling, and waited as he wiped himself up and let out a couple of long blows of air from his lips. He handed me the towel he used and I peeled myself away from the stove as he stepped back into his boxers, a wild grin on his face.
“I guess now I should have a coffee!” He laughed as he reached for the carafe and started to pour two cups.
“Breakfast is ready too.” I chuckled through my racing breath as his eyes caught mine.
I buttoned up his shirt again on me and divvied up the breakfast and sat beside Neil at the island where we ravenously ate up the eggs and bacon, trying to act normally as if I didn’t just take his load. Halfway through the coffee, Neil asked me what I knew was coming.
“So…last night was weird huh.”
I pretended though as if I didn’t know what he meant. “Last night was great you stud.”
His face scrunched up and he rolled his eyes. “Before that. The Olsens.” He looked at me as he took another sip. “You didn’t say much when I mentioned I noticed Mario checking you out. Something more there?”
Fuck I thought. What did he see? I pretended innocence and gave a big shrug. “Don’t think so.”
“I think he wanted you again.” Neil gave a little snort and folded his arms across his bare chest.
I shrugged again, looking down at the empty plate. “Well…he is a hot guy. He looked good.” I admitted, feeling my heart flutter a bit at the thought of sucking his cock again and swallowing his tasty load, with that devil’s beard on his chin now ingrained in my head.
Neil sat back and gave me a look as if he was considering pushing or not, and the guilt hit me hard.
I let out a big sigh and took a gulp of coffee as he watched me. “I mean, no…there’s nothing there.” I met his gaze. “He’s with Sandra and I’m with you.”
“What if he wasn’t with Sandra?”
I frowned at Neil and his smile was gone.
“He’s more your age than I am. Maybe you want someone younger?” Neil sat back in the stool and lowered his chin.
I turned in my own stool and put a hand on Neil’s bare knee. “I happen to like older men.” I said with a flirty grin.
Neil’s smile slowly spread across his face as he quietly looked at me, but then his eyes looked down at my hand on his knee. “I see. Guess that explains Ben?”
He said it so quietly I wasn’t sure I really heard it, but when I looked up at his face his brown eyes were staring at me. “What about Ben?” I tried to ask innocently, but his face didn’t change.
Neil wasn’t moving: just staring at me. He looked suddenly sad.
I met his gaze and held it. “He’s a hot guy too, what can I say?” I wondered if he saw anything, but figured if he did he wouldn’t be asking me like this. My guilty brain was doing flips in my head and I realized I was holding my breath.
Neil suddenly took in a big inhale and put his hand on mine on his knee and leaned forward towards me. I waited. My own heart beating furiously in my chest.
“Look kid, you know how I feel about you, and I’m going to admit I was fucking jealous last night.”
I stared into those light brown eyes as he leaned closer. “You were?” I thought about the way he fucked me last night, and wondered now if he was thinking something totally different to what I was thinking.
He gave another snort and moved his nose right to mine. “I was. I saw the way Mario was looking at you out of the side of his eye whenever you walked by. But Ben?!” He sat back and put his hands behind his head, moving sideways on the stool and forcing my hand to slip from his knee.
I couldn’t help but look at Neil, and the way his biceps bulged as he sat there half naked beside me.
“Ben was STARING at you.” Neil looked at me, serious again. “And that jealous side of me can’t help but wonder.”
My heart was pounding. Wonder what? For a moment I realized that I really didn’t KNOW Neil all that long, and this was now the second time he mentioned being jealous. Was there a side of him I really didn’t know, and should I be worried?
“Wonder what?” I asked quietly.
Neil inhaled slowly again and let out a long exhale from his nose before he folded his arms across his chest again, holding my stare. “He’s your type after all. So….” He shrugged his shoulders up to his ears. “Did you and Ben ever….??”
I couldn’t lie. Not to Neil. But my mind was going a mile a minute: Ben was his daughter’s boyfriend’s father. What if they ended up getting married? Neil and Ben would be almost related? But what if Neil and I stayed together? And Tami and Mark did get married? Should I tell him about Ben? I know I would never say a word about Mark? But how could I hide what was going on between Ben and I?
I had to tell him something.
“Yeah.”
The slam on the island counter actually made me jump. Neil had hit the island hard as he stood up. “I KNEW it!” He circled around his stool, his hands now on the curve of his hips, his boxers hanging a little low on his waist. He rubbed his chin and I could hear the sound of his stubble. “I fuckin’ knew it.” He turned back to me and was actually smiling. “I KNEW he was into you! When?”
I was a bit confused watching him, but he seemed almost erratic pacing for a moment until he stood there staring at me, waiting for me to answer. I was got more scared in the silence despite the smile on his face. Was he happy about this revelation, or was he angry?
“When I was in university. Second year. I spent a weekend at Sandra’s and met him, and we sort of…well…hooked up.” It all sort of tumbled out as I tried not to sound too frightened.
“So…like 5 years ago?” He saw me nod and shook his head with a smile. “Was this the first time you’d seen him since then?”
He was angry. His smile was disappearing. I felt my heart racing in my chest and wasn’t sure what I should say. So, I said the first impulsive thing that was a bold-faced lie.
“Of course it was.”
Neil gave a huff and turned away from me, giving me a view of his muscled back and plump ass. “I guess that’s why he was staring so much. I could tell by the way he was LOOKING at you. He wanted you!”
I gave a helpless shrug and turned on my charm. “Well, what can I say?”
Neil suddenly came at me and I flinched for a heartbeat, wondering what he would do. But he just grabbed me and pulled me into his half naked body and hugged me tight. “Yeah you stud. I knew it! You know, I always wondered about him.”
I wrapped my arms around him tentatively as I turned my head against his chest hairs and swallowed hard. “You’re not mad at me?”
“Mad at you?!?” Neil’s lips vibrated as he pushed out air fast. “Of course not. Just confirmed what I thought about Ben Olsen!” His eyes squinted at me. “I could never figure out him and his wife. I mean a guy that looks like, with a wife that seems so not interested, and the way he looked at you like that…I mean it’s not rocket science.” He pulled away and held me at arm’s length. “I know you have a past and all, and when you told me about Mario, and I saw him looking at you, I was okay with that. But then I noticed BEN, and it kind of pissed me off a bit so I wondered about him. And you.” He shook his head again and kissed my neck. “But let him look all he wants. You’re all mine.”
He gave me a big smile and stared down at me and then pulled me in for another hug, his cock definitely bulging again in his boxers. I didn’t say anything as he squeezed me, and I found myself staring off into the distance, wondering if I should tell him more, tell him the truth about exactly how many more times Ben and I hooked up. Including last night’s secret fuck. But suddenly I wondered just exactly how Neil Campbell would take it.
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