Page 17 of Light Me Up

Is it because I was gay all along and didn't know it? Am I sexually repressed? It's not as if I have any qualms with homosexuality, but I've never had any indication that I was attracted to men.Until I met Ian.

I'm man enough to admit that I hated him because I wanted him, even if I didn't understand that at first.

Watching him now, as he saunters across my room wearing nothing but that signature smirk, I have zero issue admitting that I'm fucking obsessed.

It's a problem, really. Because at the end of the summer, once he and Michael finish their project and my son nails that interview, Ian will be moving on to God knows what and where. I haven't asked him about his plans. Not because I don't care about him or his life, but because I'm not ready to burst this bubble. I don't want to think about moving on or what life will look like after they leave. I don't want to think about what a sad, old sap I've been living as or what an even sadder, older sap I'll be when they're both gone.

For now, I'll follow the scent of coconut and chlorine. And when he winks before disappearing into the bathroom, I've dropped my pants and taken off the compression sleeve around my thigh before he's even got the shower running.

Like magnets, our bodies plaster themselves together. My hands come up to grip the sides of his face, moving into the nape of his hair, pulling him in to kiss him harder, deeper. I no longer hide my need for him, moaning and panting as all the cells in my body light up with his touch. He walks backwards, pulling me into the large walk-in shower. We've spent so much time in here in the last thirty-six hours, it’ll probably take years for me to not getan erection at just the sound of the shower cutting on. My ass clenches just looking at the shower attachment.

The steam fills my nose with Ian's coconut body wash that I made him bring in here.

"God, I love this," he says, lathering up my chest hair and raking his fingers down to my stomach. "And this," he says, massaging the soap into the trail of hair below my navel, following it down to the dark hair on my groin. Funny how much he likes my hair, even asking me to grow out the scruff on my face, when nearly every inch of him is waxed or shaved. Then again, I'm a hairy bastard that's completely enamored with every hairless inch of his body, so maybe it's an opposites attract thing. Or maybe Ian has a kink for older, burlier men and I'm just an old pervert lusting after his young, supple body.

Whatever the case may be, I'm hard and dripping for him within moments, groaning at the sight of Ian dropping to his knees. He looks up at me with that devilish smirk, touching, washing, massaging me. All around the base of my cock, my balls, the insides of my thighs, my taint and ass crack, massaging his fingers over my greedy hole. Everywhere except my desperate cock, bobbing inches from his face.

"You're a fucking tease," I growl playfully.

He snickers, because we both know who is in charge here. Even when I'm fucking his face, hard and rough, using his mouth for my own pleasure, he owns me.

Ian reaches out a hand, and I automatically remove the shower attachment from the wall and hand it to him. He rinses me methodically before adjusting the head to the massage feature,and I nearly whimper. Prep is the most wicked kind of foreplay. The anticipation is building already, and he hasn't even started.

"I'm going to wash you, suck you, and stretch you until you're a quivering mess, begging for my cock to take your virgin ass."

I really do whimper then, because I've already resorted to begging. Hell, it took me less than an hour for me to recover from the prostate milking he put me through yesterday afternoon, and I was already raring to try taking his cock.Oh, how far we’ve come.

"I'm a big boy, I can take it,"I begged. But he wouldn't give it to me, torturing me with his fingers and mouth instead.

"We have to work up to it,"he said."I like hearing you beg,"he said.

And beg I did, while drowning in what feels like buckets of cum as we pleasured each other over and over. I'm insatiable for him.

My intrusive thoughts keep me from being as open as I’m tempted to be. What if Ian doesn'twantto fuck me? What if he thinks that I'll get even clingier once he breaks this last barrier between us?

Honestly, there's a good chanced that will happen. I don't want this to end. Michael comes home tomorrow, and we'll have to go back to hiding. Then, before we know it, he'll be gone. And then what? I'll pine over him until the next time Michael brings him home with him? Or will he make things easier on me and keep his distance?

"Turn around, Daddy, let me see that sexy ass." I do what he says, because I'm a blithering, whimpering fool for him.

He plays with me, tortures me, with the pulsing water and his tongue, bringing me to the edge until I'm panting with my head resting against the tile. Finally, he takes my cock deep in his throat, inserting a single finger into my greedy ass. I buck into his mouth, growling with the effort of holding my climax back. My balls ache with the need for release.

"Let's see how many fingers you can take, and we'll see if you're ready."

Those words alone are almost enough to set me off. I hear the cap of the lube bottle before his fingers and mouth are on me again, and I'm sure the expression on my face is bordering on pain. The pitiful look in my eyes encourages him, and he presses two long fingers all the way inside me, brushing past my prostate and making me squirm. Two fingers feels good, the pressure making my balls throb. The third finger makes me hiss in a breath, but I bear down the way he taught me, and my muscles relax.

"Yes, Daddy, just like that." His voice is coated with unmistakable lust. I can hear it in the strain of his words and the shudder of his breaths, even if I couldn't see the evidence right in front of me. His cock juts from between his legs, twitching like it's straining to get closer to me, leaking to be inside me.

Ian strokes and scissors his fingers, stretching me until I can't control the way I press my ass against them.

"Fuck yourself on my fingers, Henry. Fill my mouth with your cum and then I'll fill your ass with my cock."

Fuck.I do exactly as he asks, shuddering with every stroke of his thick fingers inside me, and fill his mouth with stream after stream of my release. I'm panting and near dizzy by the time I'mspent, leaning against the wall while Ian kisses his way up my hips. I reach for him, wanting to taste my cum on his tongue, but he doesn't let me. He turns off the shower and smacks my rear, telling me to get my sexy ass on the bed. I barely bother drying off, leaving my towel on the floor in an uncharacteristic display of impatience. Despite having just had the most delicious orgasm, I'm half hard just thinking about having Ian inside me. And there's a part of me that's worried he'll change his mind.

Ian hands me the lube.

"Get yourself good and wet for me, Daddy." He slowly strokes his dick from the doorway of the bathroom while he brushes his teeth. His gaze is zeroed in on my wet, gaping hole as I plunge my fingers in and out for him. "Fuck me," he says, wiping toothpaste off the side of his mouth and stalking towards me.

Despite being so ready, my heart thuds like it's trying to escape my rib cage. I feel it in every limb and pulse point, all the way to my balls. I'm relaxed and prepped for him, and even if it might hurt, I want this. I wanthim.

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