Page 18 of In the Shadows

“Joey, look at me.”

He turned, making eye contact.

“Have you ever bottomed?”

Joey shook his head no.

“Fuck, no ass play at all?”

“Yes, I’ve been fingered before, but never been fucked,” he said, a bit venomously.

“Do you want me to stop?” God how I hoped he’d say no.

“No, I don’t, but I’m not gonna lie and tell you I’m not nervous as fuck.”

“Would you rather fuck me?”Please say no, please say no.

“No, I need to feel you inside me.” The honesty in his declaration blew me away.

“Why me, why now?” I was second guessing myself, something I never do.

“It always should have been you.”

My turn to nod, words escaped me. He had no idea what those six words did to me. During our conversation, his dick had deflated. I shifted my focus to it as I began stroking it while fingering him. He relaxed enough for me to slide a second finger in, but getting my dick in there was going to be a challenge.

When I finally grazed his prostate, he moaned and ground down, allowing me to slide a third finger in. I kept working them in and out, scissoring them and with each strike I made, his breathing deepened, and I found myself caught between staring at his face and watching him fuck himself on my hand. Holy hell, I was ready to come without even being touched.

“Joey, baby, I need to be inside you. Fuck, I need it like I need to breathe.”

“Fuck me,” he begged.

I withdrew my fingers and he growled and I applied lube to my dick at warp speed. I pulled his legs up and draped them over my shoulders before leaning over and kissing him. With my dick firmly in hand, I placed the head at his entrance before sliding my tongue into his mouth. As soon as his tongue swirled around mine, I pushed in past the tight muscle ring and paused. My mouth on his muffled the sound he released. When his breathing evened out, I pushed forward until I was fully seated and once again stopped. Not only to allow him to adjust, but to get myself under control. He was squeezing me so tightly that if I so much as moved I’d blow.

When I opened my eyes, I found him staring back at me.

“Joey.”

“I know,” he said, reaching up and cupping the side of my face. Without thinking, I leaned into his touch. He pulled me down, pressing his lips to mine.

His legs slid off my shoulders and I drew back, nearly removing myself from inside him. He wrapped them around my waist, coaxing me back in. The tightness swallowed me whole. I sat back enough to watch myself move in and out of him. Staring at the very place where our two bodies became one.

Joey reached down, diverting my eyes as I watched him stroke his cock. The new angle lined me up to hit his prostate. He arched up off the bed, gently I coaxed him back down.

“Oh my God, do that again.” He stroked faster.

I hit it again, and again. Each tag eliciting those hot as fuck moans from him.

“Fuck, so close,” he moaned.

“Say my name, Joey. I’ve waited so damn long to hear it from your lips as I make you come. Say it for me, please.” I thrust forward, pegging it again.

“Ricky,” he screamed my name. His muscles clenched around my cock, as his come shot out. That was my undoing, drawing out the impending release I’d been doing my best to hold off.

In turn I yelled his name, “Joey!” as I released twenty-seven years of pent up love for this man quivering beneath me and filled his tight channel.

I fucked him through the aftershocks, but when I pulled out, he flinched. “Sorry, let me go get a rag to clean us up with.”

“I think this calls for a shower.” He got up and crossed the room. When he got to the doorway he turned, finding me still sitting up on the bed. “Are you gonna join me?” He continued in to the shower with me trailing behind him.

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