Boots

I struggled out of slumber the next morn physically confused. I was in my own space but fully aroused, Dillon had been mouth working my cock over for some time, it seemed. As I regained composure I was surprised at how close I was.

I gently took him by the head and dragged him back towards the pillow, again facing away from me. Strangely I just wanted to slow down my waking. When I had him back into the position we started, I just held still. My cock remained moist and rock hard, I gently and incrementally rubbed it along his arse crack. In time I worked it inside.

Over half an hour I rocked back and forth, a full session of slow rhythmic, sensual pumping. I refrained from any frantic explosions of energy, I just didn’t feel like it. When I blew I tensed and pressed in as far as I could. He took it without blinking.

After I returned to soft, I pulled myself free and made my way to the shower. I stayed for a long time washing, thinking, washing, thinking. When I finally emerged I could smell breakfast. He obviously found his way around cooking at my place.

I was greeted as usual with bacon and eggs. As I appeared in the kitchen I found two plates excellently presented. I took one and nodded towards the sun lit table. As I sat he arrived and took up a place on the other side. I took a gulp of coffee, it was as good as the food smelt.

“You want to talk?”, I asked as if his straining to do so wasn’t obvious.

“Please!”, to which I just shrugged for him to go. “I was worried, scared.”

“About what?”, I asked.

“About us, I don’t know what’s going on. Sometimes I think I do, then it turns out I don’t. I’m confused, I don’t know what I’m meant to be doing”

“What do you mean, ‘meant to be doing?”, I asked

“You know, am I meant to just say yes to everything you tell me to do? Am I meant to just agree to everything? I’m not sure I even know what to do.”

“What makes you think I know what to do?”, I proposed, surprising him to silence, “there’s simple stuff I’m really clear on. Like knowing when my balls need emptying and fucking you. Like, knowing you need to get the shower ready, do the cooking, cleaning and menial crap like that”, I paused making sure I didn’t get emotional like last time. I was quiet for longer than I expected.

“What I don’t know, is how the fuck I should cope with what I feel for you”, he watched me with increasing intensity, “like the other day at the beach, just wanting to brag to the world ‘look at what I’ve got’, then when we got home it all turned to shit”. I took a big breath in, he had the brains to keep quiet, “what I don’t know is why the fuck I actually love you, and how come I can’t get you out of my head”. Now I did tear up.

When he stood, and put his hand on my shoulder, the physical connection made my response dramatically worse.  I degenerated into a full blown mess. I started balling my eyes out.

What a big, fucken tough construction worker, cry baby!

When I had finally composed myself, Dillon pulled me to my feet. It was the reverse of our normal roles. He put his arms around me and gave me a gentle squeeze. He kissed me deeply. I grabbed him back and kissed him madly. Two minutes in, he mouthed and barely squeaked to me ‘Jason’, I drew back to look at his eyes, “I can’t breathe”. I freaked, instantly dropping him. He wobbled, I panicked and thought he might fall over.

I cried again, what the fuck was wrong with me? Maybe I had a degenerative brain disorder?

He steadied and stood grinning sheepish, boyish. I couldn’t stand it, I grabbed him and moved him to lay along the barrel arm of the couch. I pushed his legs apart before kneeling and with a hand on each perfect arse globe, spread his cheeks wide. I licked his hole repeatedly from bottom to top. When he was sufficiently lubed I positioned my cock at his rose and drove my seven thick inches in as hard as I could. He bucked wildly, in ecstasy or pain, it didn’t occur to me to care which one.

I fucked him like a man possessed, it was an utter release of a week’s worth of trapped emotional energy, genuinely frantic. I was aware that his junk was hooked over the end of the barrel, I pushed him down to wedge it in place and fucked him harder. It was magic. Covered in sweat I exploded and filled him with red hot seed.

When I had mostly recovered I stood to find myself a little unstable. I stayed in place to centre. Dillon raised himself and was also covered in a film of sweat. He looked at the breakfast sitting cold and deserted on the table.

“Put it in the oven”, I said, “get the shower going, I need a piss”. He moved the plates and made his way into the bathroom, in a minute he had the shower ready.

“Can I have a sneaky wank, just here?” he asked as he stepped out, “I’ll be quick, I won’t make a mess”, he promised.

“Set my phone to record”, I replied simply as I moved under the warm spray. He dashed into the bedroom to grab the device.

From the recess I watched him work himself to a frenzy. He was desperate to finish before I did. I was in no rush as the afterglow slowly dissipated from my body. A minute after he finished I stepped from my final rinse and flicked the tap to cool. Not as cold as last night, but not warm.

I dried and went and sat to eat. Three minutes later two hot plates and a slightly dehydrated breakfast hit the table top. It was delicious.     

“What do you have planned for the day?”, I asked, considerably lighter.

“I was going to the gym for a few hours and then groceries, nothing major”, he replied, “did you want to do something?”

“Not specifically, just asking”, I said as I stood and moved briefly to the sideboard. I noted that he had consumed his meal to match me. It was good to see he was getting on board. I returned to the table.

“This is for the front door”, I said handing him my key. He took it and stared at it before bringing his eyes back up to me.

“I didn’t expect this”, he said “I wondered about it, but didn’t expect it”

“Why not?”, I replied “we’re either serious about this or not. I’m shocked by how I’m acting but I think it’s plain where I sit. Now it’s up to you to work out what you want to do, and everything that comes with it. There’s no half way, if you tell me to go, I’ll be sad but I’ll go, just like that. I won’t be back”

“Can I come over tonight and talk about it”, he asked.

“You can come over, you can cook, watch the end of year hockey wrap-up and stay”, I replied “but I don’t know what there is to talk about?”

“I’m not sure either”, he said openly, “I just wanted to let you know I might want to talk and asking would it be ok”.

“Sure” I said standing to leave “the vacuum cleaner is in the closet, I’m out for the day”. I went to his side and kissed him deeply, tongue and all. Suddenly I was outside in the glorious sun. The morning was already great.

My phone beeped. Two messages.