Back In The Saddle

by ValiantShadow

24 Jan 2019 3052 readers Score 8.7 (46 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Semi-darkness enveloped the room, casting long shadows on the wooden furniture, and obscuring the features of the two men lying next to each other in the wide Queen bed.  The shorter of the two curled closer to his husband, running his hand along the other man’s bare chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath the skin. 

“Do you want to try?” he whispered, blue eyes glinting in the half light as he looked up longingly at his husband, praying the answer would be yes.  Henley sighed, and ran a hand through his dark hair, staring intently at the wall.

“I…I don’t know, Love,” he answered, sounding uncertain and shaky.  “What if…what if I can’t…” he didn’t finish his sentence, but let it hang in the air, falling flat into the darkness.

“Well, we can cross that bridge when we come to it,” replied Alex, sitting up.  “Besides, remember what the doctor said.  Everyone’s different.  You have to find what works and what doesn’t.  I know it’s frightening, and I know you don’t want to find out that the worst case scenario is what happens, but there’s no way to know unless you’re willing to find out,” he pointed out gently.  For a moment, Henley was silent as he contemplated what Alex had to say, then he nodded his agreement.

“All right,” he said, sighing heavily.  “But don’t get your hopes up too high,” he warned, still sounding melancholic, as he pushed himself into a sitting position.  In the half-light, he could see Alex flash him a grin, as the blond straddled him, cupped his face in his hands, and kissed Henley deeply.

Henley sighed, this time more happily, as he felt his tensed muscles relax slightly.  His hands found his husband’s hips, and he pulled Alex close.  As they kissed, he slid his tongue into his husband’s mouth, tasting him gently.  He was familiar, and exciting at the same time, in a mixture that made Henley’s head spin.

  Pulling away, he littered a series of small nibbles along Alex’s exposed throat, causing the man to shiver atop him.  Placing his hand on the small of Henley’s back, Alex pressed close, leaning down to bite at Henley’s shoulder. 

“Watch it,” growled Henley, grabbing Alex’s chin in his hand and forcing his husband’s head up.  He didn’t mind the love bites, but he had to keep his mate in check.  There was no telling what Alex would do if he knew he could get away with it.  He was impish like that.

Henley kissed Alex again, forcefully pressing his lips to his husband’s.  He could feel Alex’s heartbeat increase as he pressed close, wriggling about as he began to grow excited.  When they finally pulled apart, both men were gasping for breath.  Despite his brash nature in his daily life, Alex was the shy one here, and waited obediently for his husband to make the first move, which he did with ease.  With one hand tangled in Alex’s hair, Henley let his other hand slide into Alex’s waistband, slipping down to caress his husband softly.  Alex shivered as though he’d been shocked as soon as Henley began cupping him, and let out a tiny sigh.  Henley could feel his husband stiffening against his hand, and he smiled wickedly.  He certainly hadn’t lost his ability to drive his spouse wild.  He applied more pressure, gripping Alex just tightly enough to make him squeak with pleasure as he rubbed on Alex’s rapidly-stiffening cock.  He stroked until he was certain that his spouse was rock hard, and then fondled a bit more for good measure.

“Can you…can you feel anything?” interrupted Alex suddenly, pushing away slightly, suddenly curious about his husband’s status.  Henley had been so distant and isolated since the accident that left him paralyzed.  They’d talked about intimacy, but hadn’t attempted anything at all until this very moment.  He wanted to know what was going on more than he wanted to have his hunger sated.

“A little,” whispered Henley huskily.  “It’s like…just a little bit of a tingle,” he admitted.  It wasn’t much, but it was better than a complete void of nothingness.  He could tell that he was excited, mentally at least, by his rising heartrate and the flush on his skin.  He wanted to feel the familiar ache in his groin, feel himself swelling in preparation to dominate his partner.  But despite his desires, he remained soft beneath the bedclothes.  That was normal, according to the specialist who had seen him in the hospital.  Due to the nature of his injury, the pathway that allowed impulses from his brain to his body had been severed, meaning that simply thinking about sex could no longer produce results.  But there was still hope that physical contact could bring about full arousal. 

Alex was aware of this predicament, and turned his attention from his own pleasure to his husband, pulling away from Henley’s exploratory hands.  Quickly, he shimmied down until he was level with Henley’s hips.  With a practiced flourish, he removed Henley’s black boxers, tossing them on the floor.  Then, he began to lick at his husband’s member, looking up at Henley from his compromised position between the man’s legs.  Gently, Alex took Henley’s cock in his mouth, sucking on him to bring blood flow down south.  At first, nothing changed, but Alex was not quick to give up.  He curled his tongue around Henley’s organ, and moved to lavish it with kisses and nibbles.  Once more, he took his husband in his mouth, and let Henley’s cock slide to the back of his throat.  As he bobbed his head, letting Henley slide in and out of his mouth, he felt the soft flesh begin to harden, rising slowly at first, then far more rapidly.  Soon, he was fully erect, engorged with apprehension.

“Would you look at that,” said Alex, spitting his husband’s member out, and stroking Henley with his hand.

“I…wow.  I’m surprised that worked,” replied Henley, sounding more hopeful than he had since the accident.  He had been so worried about being unable to perform for his husband, but here he was, bulging and ready for Alex to take him.  Perhaps he couldn’t feel the way that he used to, but Alex still could, and he resolved to find his pleasure in pleasing his spouse. 

“I’m not,” giggled Alex, crawling back up to straddle Henley once again.  “I know I’m that good at giving head,” he bragged, smirking.  Henley shoved him lightly, rolling his eyes. 

“Whatever,” Henley said, running his hand down Alex’s spine.  Alex arched his back, inadvertently pressing his hips against Henley’s.  “Now, let’s get you out of these,” Henley added, beginning to undo the button to Alex’s jeans.  With a touch of struggling on Alex’s part, he managed to remove them, and Alex’s boxers beneath them.  Alex moved to lay himself atop Henley, pressing their flesh together.  He was practically shaking with anticipation; it had been almost six months since the last time he’d been fucked, and one man’s lonely hand could only do so much. 

“Ready?” he whispered, kissing Henley’s neck just below his ear.

“If you are,” replied Henley, tracing patterns on his husband’s bare spine.  Alex reached across the bed to the side table, digging out a half-empty bottle of lube.  He poured a liberal amount into the palm of his hand, and gently began stroking Henley with it, covering him with the slippery gel. 

“You realize you’re the lucky one here, right?” Alex said, grinning cheekily at his husband.  Confused, Henley furrowed his brow. 

“How so?”

“I have to do all the work now,” Alex replied smugly, gyrating his hips to prove his point.  Immediately, Henley’s hand snapped up, squeezing down on his husband’s throat.  Insubordination like that deserved punishment.  It was what Alex wanted of him, and Henley was more than happy to deliver.  He was careful to restrict the blood flow, and not the oxygen.  That was the real trick to choking.  Bring the pleasure from blood deprivation, but let them breathe.  Made them just dizzy enough to like it without any coughing spells later.  Although he struggled slightly, Alex did not want to break free of Henley’s grasp, and his movements were for show.  When Henley finally did release him, he flashed his husband another impish grin, proving his spirit hadn’t been damaged in the least.

“For someone who’s been pestering me to screw them for months, you certainly are taking your sweet time,” quipped Henley, glaring playfully at his husband.

“All right, all right, I’ll get to it,” Alex said, rolling his eyes in response.  He shifted his position so that he was standing on his knees above his husband.  Gently, he lowered himself down, finding Henley’s stiff cock.  Taking a breath to prepare himself for the pain he knew he would feel as soon as Henley entered him, Alex shimmied down, forcing Henley’s swollen shaft inside him.

The pain was just as sharp as he remembered, and he gasped, shuddering as his body spasmed against his will.  “God, why do you have to be so big?” whined Alex. 

“You’ve taken me plenty of times before, crybaby,” replied Henley, his domineering personality showing through.  He was so reserved in daily life, it was odd how aggressive he became in bed, but Alex loved every second of the derogatory treatment.

“Easy for you to say,” Alex said through gritted teeth.  “You’re not the one who has to take it up the ass,” he growled.

“Oh please, you’ve been begging me for this,” Henley responded.  He seemed to have forgotten his worries about his ability to perform, now that it had been proven he could.  His usual persona was flourishing now.

The pain was passing now, replaced by a sense of fullness and submission that rolled over Alex in waves.  He placed a hand on his abdomen, where he could have sworn Henley was pressing against his guts.  Regardless of whether this was true or not, with a seven inch dick inside him, Alex certainly felt it to be true.

Now that the initial shock was past, Alex began to rock his hips, moaning as he felt his husband shift and thrust inside him.  Within minutes, he was panting, and whining sharply each time he bore down on Henley.  He put his full weight on his husband’s hips, pushing Henley’s dick as far inside him as it would go.  As he rode, Henley took his opportunity to stroke Alex’s cock, adding to the pleasure his husband was receiving from the penetration.  Occasionally, Henley would stop stroking to rake his fingernails against the sensitive skin, making Alex cry out sharply.  Once upon a time, Henley would have balked at the idea of doing anything to harm his partner, but now he knew how much Alex thrived off of the pain, and was more than happy to deliver torturous additions while they fucked.

“Oh God,” moaned Alex, his eyes rolling back as his body shivered violently.  Each thrust made him squeal, and Henley’s rhythmic pumping on his organ only added to the indulgence of it all.  Henley alternated between stroking and scratching at his partner’s organ, to choking him and vice versa.  He wished that he could move his hips, wished he could force himself deeper inside his husband, but it seemed, at least, that Alex was more than capable of pleasing himself without Henley’s being able to move.

  A familiar feeling boiled up from deep inside Alex, causing every muscle and nerve between his legs to ache and tingle all at once.  He began to drip on Henley’s chest, a sign that he was nearing completion.  He began to rock faster and faster, gasping and groaning in turn as Henley pierced him.  The more pleasure he felt, the more he wanted, in an endless circle of trying to please himself with the warm, firm cock that thrust deep into him.  Everything began to culminate, the carnality mounting to higher and higher heights, until Alex felt the sudden shift of feeling deep inside him.

“I…I’m gonna—” he panted, unable to finish his warning before the urges took over.  He couldn’t help himself.  “Oh GOD!” screamed Alex, as his entire body shuddered violently.  He felt himself spasm, felt every muscle clench tightly as hot, sticky cum poured from his member, covering his husband’s chest.  He could feel it drain out of his body, leaving him suddenly weak and depleted.  The orgasm was so intense it was on the verge of becoming painful, which only made him love it more.  God, Alex had missed this.  With an exhausted sigh, he rolled over to lay on his back, shaking as he felt Henley slip out of him.  His whole body ached from the roughness of the sex, but he wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything in the world. 

“So…guess that answers that question,” said Henley, staring at the ceiling and panting.  With his eyes closed, Alex nodded, his chest heaving with every breath.

“Damn.  I haven’t cum that hard in a while,” he said, chuckling. 

“Yeah, speaking of, fire hydrant boy, wanna get me a towel or something?” Henley asked, looking down at the mess on his chest.

“Right,” said Alex, hopping up and limping to the bathroom, returning with a wad of paper towels soaked in warm water.  Together, they cleaned up, and each man put on their respective boxers.  Then, Alex curled up beside Henley, feeling the ease of post-sex relaxation wash over him.

“Thanks for that,” he said, looking lovingly up at his husband.  It was a strange tic of his: no matter how rough or dirty they got, he always acted like a puppy in love when they were through.  Henley loved it.

“I should be thanking you,” Henley replied.  “If you hadn’t nagged me so much, I wouldn’t know that I could still do it,” he admitted, kissing Alex’s forehead softly.

“I’m glad.  Not just because I like it, but for you,” Alex told his husband sleepily.  “I know you were worried that we couldn’t have fun anymore.  I’m glad we can.”

“Me too,” said Henley, returning Alex’s loving gaze.  “Me too.”