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Islands in the Stream
“Grady,” I said as he stepped toward me. “Are you okay?”
His hand reached out and his fingers grazed my cheek. Without thinking I leaned fully into his touch and felt his palm cup my chin. I had no idea a man’s touch could be so soft and so searing at the same time.
“Yeah, Ben, I am.” He spoke with such gentleness. My heartbeat quickened. “Better than I’ve been in a long time. Because of you.”
“So what’s…?”
“I’ll stop if you want me to. I promise.”
My mouth was dry. I could barely breathe, and my skin was suddenly burning hot; it felt like I'd been suddenly consumed by a full-body fever. But it was a fever that felt good.
“Don’t…don’t stop,” I whispered, voice shaking.
“Nobody sees me like you do.” Grady glanced at the paintings, his low voice sending soft vibrations radiating across my tingling flesh. “Nobody’s ever seen me like that. And I think maybe that I see something nobody else sees about you, too.”
Is this actually happening? I was suddenly dizzy, and I didn’t register that my hand had moved up to touch his until our fingers laced together. Nothing in all my fantasies was ever as intense as this single point of contact.
“I didn’t know you were…you know…into guys,” I said.
“I’m into you,” his voice was barely a whisper as he leaned down and his sun-chapped lips lightly brushed across mine, barely touching. I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned forward and pulled him in. Our mouths were equally firm and yielding as we tasted one another at long last, tongues probing, breath mingling.
He gave me a questioning look as I suddenly pulled away.
“Sorry.” I was trembling. “I want to, I really do. But is this a good idea? I mean, I work for you, for God’s sake, and I’m leaving in a few weeks, there’s so much to do around the place, is this…?”
He stroked the sensitive skin on the back of my neck, sending a jolt down my spine. If I'd dissolved into nothingness in that instant I would have considered my short life well lived. “Don’t overthink this, Ben. If this is what you want, let’s enjoy our time together. If it’s not, that’s fine too. Nothing has to change, or everything can change—you decide. We’ll figure the rest out as we go.”
“Yes,” I sighed, giving in to his touch, falling back against his moist lips, feeling his tongue dance along my own as we dove fully into a ravenous kiss. We were like starving men finding nourishment we didn’t know we needed. His insistent lips passed from my mouth to my jaw to my neck and back again; his fingers wandered over my shoulder blades, my spine, my waist, down my ass, his strong fingers giving more than they took.
My hands moved across his body of their own volition, and I marveled at the muscles under the fabric of his t-shirt as my hands slipped across his chest and lingered at his hardened nipples. I squeezed and he gasped, eyes rolling back, a slow “Fuuuuck!” hissing through his teeth. His reaction egged me on, so I leaned in and sucked one nipple through the thin cloth. His hip started bucking and he leaned over and tried feebly to pull me away, but his heart wasn’t in it.
“Stop, stop—too much!” Grady shuddered at the edge. I obeyed, but I lingered above the taut flesh, softly blowing my warm breath to keep it erect. He was a beautiful, strong, majestic man, but he was still a man—and I knew what to do with one. I’d been dreaming of what to do with Grady for weeks now, and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity go to waste.
“You want to do this here or…?” I whispered, tweaking his nipple again with my left hand, my right hand gripping the raging hard-on that threatened to burst through his zipper.
“Bedroom…back bedroom,” he moaned.
So definitely not the room with the porn wall. That was good; I didn’t know quite what I’d have felt getting busy in his dead uncle’s bed.
We kept kissing as we stumbled our way down the hallway. Somewhere along the way my glassed ended up on the floor, followed by my sneakers and his boots. Grady flung open the door and lifted me up; I wrapped my legs around him and let him carry me to the big bed, but we stayed tangled upright around each other for what seemed an eternity, our tongues exploring, our breath shared in quick gasps, our touch-famished bodies tense with need. At last he gently laid me down and stood above me, gazing down with a heady mixture of desire and nervousness.
“Hey,” I said, giving him a smile that I hoped was reassuring. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
He tilted his head but returned my smile. “It’s just that it’s…been a while. I may not last long.”
“Join the club,” I gave a shaky laugh. “Besides, we’ve got all night, right? Who says we’re only going to go one round?”
One eyebrow raised, but his grin widened. “Fuck, Ben, I was hoping you were going to say that!”
I reached down and unbuckled my belt before slipping my jeans and shorts off in one smooth motion. My cock throbbed with need, and Grady’s eyes stared at it with such intense hunger I could almost feel my prostate pulse. My cock wasn’t thick, but it was long and slender, with a curve that bent inward toward my belly button. His eager breath got more ragged in anticipation.
I pulled my knees up tightly to my chest to expose my smooth asshole, and I squeezed the sphincter to hint at pleasures to come. Grady’s nostrils flared. He dropped to his knees in front of me, wrapped his hands around my bent legs, and pulled my ass straight against his waiting tongue. Now it was my turn to gasp as an exquisite mix of sensations radiated through my body, his burning tongue pulsing mercilessly against my tightness and pushed inward. I felt everything: the roughness of his beard and moustache, the warmth of his breath, the firmness of his thick lips swirling on tender skin. His mouth was everywhere, finding places to taste and feel that I didn’t even know existed, and he sucked and licked and nibbled and rubbed me until I was aching and nearly weeping for release.
He finally let me go and stood again. He reached for his buckle but I sat up and grabbed his hand. “Let me,” I said, unclasping the belt, slipping my hand over to the button. One quick twist and it was free; the zipper slid halfway down on its own from his cock’s desperate straining. I opened it the rest of the way and reached into his white briefs to grasp what was objectively the largest dick I’d ever held in my hands, almost as thick around as my wrist though only a couple of inches longer than my own. I tried to wrap one hand around its thick-veined base and just barely managed.
I had no idea how I was going to deal with this beautiful monster, but it was part of Grady, and I wanted him to know just how much I’d been waiting for this, for him. Without giving it any more thought I took him fully into my salivating mouth and descended, tongue stretched long and low, straining to get as much of his girth and length into my throat in the first go. My other hand cupped his heavy, low-hanging balls with tender care, and his fingers stoked my hair as I took a deep breath and pushed myself down again. Back and forth, up and down, deeper every time. Our eyes locked as I found a steady pace on the long shaft, pulling out and then going deeper, out then deep, out then deep, until his pubic hair tickled the tip of my nose. I waited there, willing my gag reflex to fully relax, as he let out a soul-deep groan and his cock twitched from the pleasure of full immersion in my aching mouth and throat.
We weren’t yet at the cresting point, so I pulled off his dripping member, eyes watering, took a deep breath, and went down again, watching him the whole time. I set up a steady rhythm between my mouth, throat, and hands, alternating between them with firm pressure and speed, and he moaned and thrusted inarticulately like a man possessed. Spit streamed down my chin and tears streaked my cheeks, but I couldn’t stop. This was what I’d been dreaming of for weeks, what had kept me awake at night and brought me to shuddering climax every morning before dawn. But here, now, in reality, it was so much more intense and all-consuming.
I heard him gasp, “Fuck, Ben, I’m coming!” and he tried to pull away, but I’d worked too hard for this moment, so I doubled down and squeezed his head and shaft tighter with my swollen mouth and stroked his balls with my other hand, until his knees buckled and he let out a guttural scream. I could feel his nuts tighten and his cock spasm to the back of my throat, and I held on, sucking harder, milking every pearly drop until there was nothing left.
He collapsed on the bed beside me, his jeans still around his ankles, his face flushed and dark hair pasted to his forehead. I swirled his salty essence in my mouth and swallowed, then bent down and licked his cockhead again as a little drop of cum dangled on the very tip. I sat up and smiled at him, relishing the sensations.
He tasted sweet and salty and slightly tangy all at once. It was such a delicious, heady mix that enhanced his skin’s natural scent. I didn’t have time to reflect on it, though, as I suddenly felt his sweaty hand around my own hard cock. I cried out as that single touch made me start spurting all over his hand and my stomach. My back arched and I gasped and flailed, and then his lips were on mine and we could taste each other in that shared swirl of tongues and spit, my ass in his mouth and on his beard, and his cum in mine.
We lay together in woozy afterglow and slowly returned to ourselves in his tangled bedsheets, sweaty and tingling and dizzy. “That was…god, I don’t know,” he panted. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before.” He sat up on one elbow and looked at me with a mixture of awe and admiration. “How did you do that?”
I smiled wearily, rubbing my jaw. “Weeks of fantasies and a lot of determination.”
“Weeks, huh?” he grinned. “If I’d have known that I might have made my move sooner.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. We needed the build-up to get us there.”
He chuckled and dropped back into bed. “You’re probably right. But seriously, how did you do that? I’ve never had anyone who could take me all the way. They only get like six inches, tops.”
“One of my secret superpowers. I’m like a sexy anaconda—I can unhinge my jaw to swallow anything I put my mind to.”
He turned and caressed my cheek. “I like that superpower.” His eyes twinkled mischievously. “Do you have others?”
I gave him a lopsided grin. “Only one way to find out. You ready to try?”
He looked down, and my gaze followed. His cock was hard again, the purple glans already dripping, as if it hadn’t just ended his long dry spell ten minutes ago.
His brow knitted. “Fuck, I don’t have any condoms.”
“Were you tested after your last time? Negative?” He nodded to both. “Me too. I’m not planning to be with anyone else any time soon. I’m willing if you are.”
“You sure? We can wait if you want to.”
I brushed a stray lock of hair away from his eyes. “I trust you, Grady. I want this. I want you.”
We both knew what it meant to say that. This was in the pre-PrEP days, and I’d never had sex without a condom, not even with Alex. Grady’s face looked like I’d handed him the crown jewels of England, like he couldn’t quite believe that someone saw him worthy of something so precious as this kind of trust.
He buried his head in my neck and started to kiss me again, sending a tremor through my body as he found those special spots that made my toes curl and every muscle in my body go limp. He slid one arm underneath me, pulling me close from behind, while the other slipped down and under my damp balls to my pulsing rosebud.
I sighed and then gasped as his finger started circling the tight ring of muscle, his touch almost whisper-light. He kissed the top of my head and pulled me close as the fingertip slipped inside, just a bit, just enough to make me squirm and groan. I was still wet from his hungry rimming, so the digit went quickly to the first knuckle, then the second. When he was confident it wouldn’t hurt and that I could take it, he slowly started finger-fucking me.
We were in no hurry—it was just him caressing my softest places, holding me closer, touching me with a care I'd never known. I was fully exposed, fully open and unguarded, and he honored that trust as I bent my neck upward and kissed him again. He leaned in, cradling me, finger plunging into my depths to stroke my prostate.
“You’re so wet and warm inside,” he whispered between kisses. “I like feeling you like this, in my arms. I like feeling you.”
I whimpered into his mouth, and our tongues and lips danced in a damp, swirling harmony I’d never experienced with any other lover. I could have almost stayed in that intimate moment forever. But I wanted more.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered, my voice wrecked with desire.
He gave me one more chance to back out. “You really sure?” The tenderness in his expression nearly unraveled me.
I nodded, face flushed, body shaking with barely suppressed need. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled with pleasure, and he kept his burning blue gaze on mine as he reached into the bedside table, pulled out a tube of K-Y, and started slicking up his hefty shaft. We didn’t change our position; he just slid down the bed a bit so he could get a good angle and enter me more smoothly from the back while curving my torso toward him.
I shuddered as his lubed cockhead rested against my hole. He kissed me again. As our tongues and breathing found a shared rhythm, Grady started to push in.
I’d been fucked before—Alex was more interested in topping than bottoming, as were most of my handful of hookups—and had a few sex toys to practice for a moment like this, but nothing I’d experienced truly prepared me for the reality. The velvety skin of his cockhead was so soft, a contrast to the layered firmness of his shaft. With slow, infinite care, Grady began to stretch me open in a way I didn’t think was even possible. His finger had only barely loosened the outside ring, and his meaty dick just seemed to swell as he went deeper.
I wasn’t sure if I could take it. “Wait, wait, wait,” I hissed as a wave of heat swept across my vision and my lower back tightened painfully. It was almost too much, but there was something fluttering on the other side, a promise of pleasure beyond the bracing sting.
“Do you want me to pull out?” he panted, concern on his flushed face.
I kissed him and shook my head. “Just…just let me get used to it before you go any more, okay?”
Grady swept my sweat-soaked hair back and leaned in with soft kisses. His thick arms held me securely against his chest, his heartbeat strong and certain. It was like we couldn’t get close enough to each other, like this was the only time in our lives we’d be this connected to another person. It was terrifying and wondrous all at once.
At last my sphincter stopped clenching so fiercely, so I inhaled and nodded for him to keep going. He was unhurried and fully attuned to my body’s response, stopping when my breath would hitch or when he’d feel my hole start to tighten in another spasm, then kiss me for a while and stroke my nipples and ass cheeks and cock until I fully relaxed and he could proceed.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, easing together bit by bit, but eventually he slid the last couple of inches in, and I could feel his damp bush nestle against my ass, his heavy balls pressing against my tailbone. He pushed once more and we groaned in unison as he fully bottomed out inside me.
He let me fully adjust to his fullness before sliding out slowly and then pulsing his pelvis toward me, pulled back with a little more speed, then forward again, his balls slapping against my taint as he found a rhythm and pace. His face was getting red; his whole body glistened, the air dense with the married musk of sex and sweat. I was drenched from my own exertions, too, and my whole body felt like one single cluster of nerve endings, all starting and ending at my stuffed and dilated hole.
My emotions were raw, too—I was so full of him and his desire and his hunger that I wanted to weep knowing that there was a world where these things co-existed in such transfiguring balance.
Soon instinct took over, him thrusting and me bearing down, both desperate for release and for the other to know connective bliss. At last Grady’s eyes closed and he let out a long, wordless bellow, and his hips slammed my ass as he flooded my swollen passage, his pelvis twitching and breath panting in my ear. The thought of him filling me was all it took for my own climax, and I called out, “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” as I unleashed a milky stream across his knotted cotton sheets. My ass reflexively clenched his cock, and he gasped but didn’t pull out—he just hugged me tighter and kept pumping himself into me until the spasms slowed and then stopped.
We lay drenched and tangled together, faces flushed, breathing shallow, our bodies slick with sweat and lube and cum. I whimpered as Grady finally let his softening but still substantial cock slip out of my ass, leaving a gaping emptiness and a warm, pearly track behind, but he didn’t let me go. He just curled around me protectively, pulling me back against his body, and we drifted together into an exhausted but satisfied sleep, neither one knowing what awaited us with dawn and for now beyond caring.
