Page 19 of One Chance to Stay
Past my glistening shaft, Seamus kept his eyes downward, refusing to make eye contact. I wondered if this was where previous escapades had gotten dressed and bolted for the door? When they got what they wanted, did they leave him yearning for more?
Thishad never been about getting off.
I leaned forward, lifting his chin. I kissed Seamus, reaching under his arms, guiding him upward and onto the bed. The taste of cum lingered in his mouth. Out of breath, I rested my head next to his, letting him hear the ragged gasps for air.
I pushed him onto his back, draping my leg over his. My hand traveled down his neck, his chest, his belly. I had never handled a cock other than my own. I assumed all instruction manuals were the same. Though, unlike me, he didn’t believe in manscaping, leaving himself au naturel.
We were both large men with similar curves, but I marveled at the difference between our cocks. His wasn’t as thick as mine, but had at least an extra inch. My finger traced the shaft, and Seamus let out a low moan. As I rounded the curve to the head, more pronounced than my own, his hips bucked. I could drag itout, study him like he had done with me, but I wanted to see him writhe.
I gripped the shaft, so only the head showed, giving him a firm squeeze. His fingers dug into my back as his body arched. Watching his face, he bit his bottom lip while his eyes squeezed shut. I sank to the base, circling my finger before starting a steady stroking motion. His head turned, face buried in my shoulder as the moaning intensified.
I tempered the pace, trying to drag out the experience. Every few strokes, I’d pause, letting my fingers graze his balls. Between his volume and the thrusting of his hips, it wouldn’t take much until— Seamus’s back arched, his body trembling. His cock thickened in my hand, and I could feel the pulse as the first shot of cum landed in his chest hair. The second and third reached just as far. I wanted to let out a whistle as he passed a dozen ropes of cum along his belly. Seamus would make a killing in porn.
I gave his cock one last stroke before he swatted at my hand. Without a word, he withdrew his arm and got to his feet. He vanished out the door, and I wasn’t sure what to do next. I’d have pulled on my shirt and jeans, but a hand covered in cum kept me in place.
Our tryst came with questions. What happened next? Did we pretend like we never removed our clothes? Should I crack a joke and be on my way?
I chuckled.
My worries were about the situation between us, and I almost sidestepped the fact that I had my first gay encounter. I think I liked it? It was an experience touching another man’s penis. I enjoyed the weight in my hand. And the blow job… my cock jumped at the thought. I’d never rated partners before, but if I had, Seamus would top the list—not for what he did, but how he made me feel.
He returned, his chest missing the thin white ropes of cum. As he walked to the bed, I spotted the white cloth in his hand. He towered over me, taking my hand and wiping it clean. Before I could whisper my thanks, he got on the bed, tapping my leg for me to spin about. The springs squeaked as he slid into bed, close, but never touching.
Seamus gave my shoulder a push until I rolled onto my side. Even though we occupied the same bed, I assumed he wanted some semblance of privacy. As I shifted, Seamus’s lips brushed the nape of my neck. No words. Just warmth.
When his arm wrapped around my chest, I couldn’t help but smile. His body conformed to mine. His grip tightened until he managed maximum body contact. Along my neck, his breath traveled down my back, making me shiver.
Not a word exchanged, and yet, possibly the most intimate I had ever been with another person. Seamus let his actions speak for him, and much to my surprise, as I learned to speak his language, I liked what I heard.
His hand wrapped around my waist, securing me in place. It’d go on my calendar as the first time I ever fell asleep as the little spoon. Having a burly man curled about me made me feel small… safe. I slid my hand down his arm until our fingers intertwined. I thought this had been for Seamus’s benefit, and yet, it gave a sense of security I didn’t know I needed.
Twice, I’d wake up naked in this man’s house. This time, I didn’t mind.
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Jason: Are you alive?
Amanda: Did you freeze to death?
Amanda: Again?
Jon: Aren’t you all nosy?
Jon: I bet he has a lady friend.
Amanda: I vote frozen.
Patrick: I’m alive.
I knew better than to give them any hint of where I had been or who I had been with. They were crafty, hiding their nosiness in their… well… nosiness. I shoved the phone in my pocket as it continued vibrating. Sitting back in the leather chair, I focused my attention on the glow of fake logs in the fireplace.
Getting away from people in a small town, especially in winter, had proven a challenge. The coffee shop had been bustling, and even the bistro filled up. As much as I loved the people here, I needed a quiet moment to collect myself. I had slipped into the library with my coffee, and Tyler hadn’t said a word while he worked at his desk.
I sipped my latte, enjoying the stillness. It reminded me of the view from the top of the mountain. From my seat, I could see thousands of books, much like the trees in the valley. I couldn’t help but chuckle when I realized those trees had become the pages of these tomes. I settled in, sinking into the chair until I became part of the scenery.
Quiet contemplation.
To my dismay or relief, this morning I woke to an empty bed. Seamus had gotten up long before me. We skipped the awkward small talk. I lay in bed, a jumble of thoughts. Would we talk again? Was I gay? Or worse yet, was it cliche if I said I might be gay for Seamus? I came to Firefly hoping to figure out my next step in life, and all I did was kick the hornet’s nest and bring a whirlwind of unanswerable questions. At least I’m pretty sure I went above and beyond paying him back.
