Page 87 of One Chance to Stay
“Oh,” I said. “I’ve never…” I had thought about it in passing. I worked at a gay bar, andof course,it came up. Would I be the top? Bottom? Versatile? I still didn’t quite understand the difference between a power bottom and a sub bottom. I’d be reading a lot of Reddit articles soon.
Seamus coated his hand in lube before reaching behind him. With a slippery grip, he coated my cock. My back arched in response. While he added lube to his hand, I wanted to ask if he explored this curiosity, or if we were about to be the blind leading the blind. When my laughter erupted, Seamus froze.
“No. No. It’s not you.” I gripped his thighs, feeling the dense muscles hidden by the soft padding. “I just realized I’m kind of a virgin in this department.”
“We can?—”
“Can keep doing exactly what you’re doing.” With the ladies, this had never crossed my mind. Now that Seamus openedthe proverbial backdoor, he had piqued my curiosity. “Are you sure?”
He nodded.
Tossing the bottle onto the bed, he inched his way back. I didn’t know what to expect as he slid my cock into position. Seamus closed his eyes, head tilting back as he rested in place. I felt honored that after decades of dreaming of this moment, he had chosen me. I’d treasure that gift and wanted him to fulfill every desire he’d denied himself.
He continued shifting. I didn’t think it’d happen. How could a guy?—
“Holy shit,” I moaned.
The tightness wrapped around the head, squeezing so tight I didn’t know how Seamus… The moan started in the pit of his belly. By the time it reached his throat, it summoned years’ worth of pent-up frustration. He didn’t move, but I could feel every flex as he milked me.
I slid my hands along his thighs, reaching for his belly. He grabbed my hands, entwining his fingers while he bit his bottom lip. We sat in that position for several minutes until the tightness eased. He sat upright, wincing as more slid inside. It took every ounce of willpower not to flex, to force the blood into my cock.
Seamus looked the most handsome when he wielded his determination and let it spill into confidence. As much as my cock wanted inside him, this was about fulfilling a need. One webothhad.
“Feels amazing,” I whispered.
“Mhmm.”
For every inch in, he’d pull back, gently rocking his hips. Electric Lemonade. Cement Mixer. Cosmo. Manhattan. I reached deep into my mixology class, trying to ward off the tingling in my balls. I wouldn’t come, not until Seamus got whathe needed. Bloody Mary. Hurricane. Tequila Sunrise. Sex on the?—
“Fuck,” he groaned. I squeezed his hands as he worked the last of my cock inside. “Fuck,” he repeated. His eyes were open wide, so wide they bordered on comical. It hadn’t been a quick affair, but he wiped away our virginities with a victorious growl.
“Feel good?”
He squeezed tight enough that my shoulders lifted off the bed. “Keep that up and I’ll come.” Did I pull out? Did the bottom decide? I had a thousand questions for the phone tree. I hoped joining the man-loving community came with an instructional manual.
As his cock slid along my belly, the trail of precum gave away his excitement. Each time he slid back, burying me inside, his cock jumped with another dribble. Going through the ingredients in drinks no longer worked as my balls tightened.
“I’m going to come,” I hissed.
My cock thickened and Seamus let loose another in a long series of moans. He picked up the pace, answering how this would end. My toes curled, and I stopped fighting the electricity racing along my skin. Muscles tensed, and I roared as my body twitched. The thought of coming inside him, that hewantedme to fill him, that only made it more intense.
“I’m—” He didn’t get out the words before he growled.
The first shot hit my cheek, barely missing an eye. He continued riding my cock, and I could feel the wetness filling him. Seamus fired another volley, hitting my beard and lips. He froze in position while he flooded my belly button. We’d be washing these sheets in the morning.
He shook his head as our orgasms subsided. “Wow.”
“Wow, indeed.” When my cock twitched, his eyes went wide, and he promptly moved forward until I slid free. I hissed at the sensitivity and immediately wanted back inside.
I could smell the salt before I tasted it. Licking my lips, I’d call the taste tolerable. Would I seek a mouthful of cum? Probably not, but it wasn’t horrible. Another list of questions popped up, needing inquiry with the Gay Council.
Seamus moved with the grace of an old man, shifting his weight until he fell onto his side. As quick as he hit the bed, he shimmied closer, draping his leg over mine.
“That was…”
“Fun? Hot? Amazing? Should I go on?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “Incredible. Can we do that again?”
“No,” he replied quickly. “I might need a day or two.”
