Page 30 of Puck Me

“I do—I really do. It’s just… I’ve never kissed a guy before. I never even knew I was into guys before you.”

Wow, I had no idea. “I suppose I should take that as a compliment.”

“You should. Anyway, I may not be any good at this.”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” I breathe, closing the distance between us.

I pause just before connecting our lips, letting Storm move in the last few inches. When our lips meet, it feels like fireworks go off inside me. I gasp into the kiss and lean into him, letting my mouth slip open, inviting him in.

Storm groans and brings his tongue in to dance with mine. For all his protests about not being good at this, he sure is fucking good at this. I’m already breathless and we’ve barely even started.

I break away from the kiss after a minute, clutching Storm’s shoulders. “Come inside. Spend the night with me.”

“Yes,” Storm pants. “Please, yes.”

There is no question this time over whether we’ll be sharing the bed—or whether that sharing will be platonic.

If things were different, I would pick Storm up. He’s not a small guy, but at the height of my ice-hockey-playing fitness, I would easily have been able to lift him. However, I haven’t worked out in months, and besides, I need both arms to operate my crutches.

I sigh as the black hole tugs at the edges of my mind. Of course, it had to come back. It always comes back.

“Chester? Are you alright?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“We don’t have to do this now.”

“No, I want to. It’s just… my brain is not cooperating.”

“What do you need from me?”

“Let’s go to the bedroom. Make me forget, Storm? Just for one night, I want to forget what my life has become. I need to remember that life can be sweet.”

“That, my darling, I can do.”

We make our awkward way to the bedroom. Storm begins undressing me, pressing kisses to each inch of skin as it’s exposed. I’m soon panting and clutching at the bed for support. When Storm takes my pants off, my cock springs free, fully hard. I almost cry at the sight.

I can’t even remember the last time I was hard. The pleasant ache is even more divine than I remember.

“Touch me,” I pant. “Please.”

Storm obliges, giving my cock two long, slow strokes. “Aahh—fuck!”

“How long has it been since you’ve come, Chester?”

“Too long—months. Couldn’t do it. I tried.”

“You poor thing,” Storm coos. “You must be so desperate, all aching and hard for me.”

“Yes! Fuck yes, Storm! Please make me come.”

“If this is your first time coming in months, then I’m most certainly going to make it worth your while.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m not getting you off in the first two minutes. I’m going to fuck you long and slow, and you’re going to wait to come until the very end.”

“I can’t,” I moan. “I need it so bad, Storm.”

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