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“Ihave women I should apologize to. They’re right. I didn’t know how much thishurts.”
“Youdon’t know how good it gets yet, either,” I reply, and pull my hips back aninch before pressing forward again. Slowly, I work in and out of him, untilhe’s groaning with every long stroke. “Still hurt?” I whisper, sucking his neckwhile I continue to fuck him nice and slow.
“Some,but…”
“Butit feels good?”
Hiseyes squeeze shut again as he admits, “Yes.”
Ilove fucking him like this, on our sides, his body against mine, but I want himbent over in front of me. He gasps as I pull out of him. “Scoot down.”
Ibend him over the bed and I have to take a second to admire what’s in front ofme. The skin of his lean back is pale in contrast to his raven hair. My lipstrace down his spine, and I plant a kiss on his ass cheek before I smack it.“I’m not done with you, yet.”
Witha fresh coat of lube, I slide inside him again, grabbing his hips and pullinghim back onto my cock. His hands clench the blanket and a string of curses flyfrom his mouth, followed by a long moan. Angling myself just right, I give itto him, not hard, but steady, striking that sweet spot with every stroke. Healternates between shoving back into me and scooting forward to escape theburn.
“Can’tget away, babe,” I growl, reaching around to work his cock.
God,the sight of him squirming and moving with my cock inside him is enough to makeme blow my load. Just when I think I might not be able to get him off before Icome, he gasps, covering my hand in warmth. Thank fuck.
Hegrunts as I thrust harder and faster, my balls slapping against his ass, handsdigging into his hips. I could do this forever. Fuck this man even if I wasdying. My groan drowns out his as I come so hard I can barely stay on my feet.
Assoon as I pull out, he gets to his feet and disappears into the bathroom. I’mtorn, but when I hear water running I decide to give him a few minutes to cleanup while I do the same. He barely looks at me when he returns, and climbs intobed. I’m not sure if he’s pissed, confused, embarrassed, or a combination ofthe three. He doesn’t scoot away from me or say anything when I wrap my armaround his waist and rest my head on his chest. Eventually his hand comes downand nestles in my hair. He really seems to like playing with my hair.
“Talkto me, Ian.”
“Idon’t know what to say,” he murmurs, massaging my scalp.
“Areyou pissed? Do you feel like I pushed you into it when you didn’t want to?” Iknow he was scared, but he never asked me to stop.
“No.I mean, I didn’t really want to, but after we started…”
“Youliked it.” I finish the sentence he can’t seem to say. His eyes close and henods. “Are you ashamed?”
“Ijust never thought I’d like…that I’d want to…I’m not supposed to.” He sighs,frustrated at not being able to describe his torment.
Iroll on my side so I can look him in the eye. “I remember that feeling. Shamefor enjoying something you think you aren’t supposed to. Who says you aren’tsupposed to? It’s a limit you’ve placed on yourself without even realizing it.All sex is natural as long as it’s consensual. You can be sure others whoseproclivities fall outside of what’s considered normal struggle as well. Whogives a fuck for normal? Enjoy what you enjoy. Revel in it and to hell withthose who balk. They aren’t having half the fun or orgasms we are.”
Asmile cracks his face and he gives me a long, sweet kiss. “I’m an idiot. Ididn’t want to be gay, to be thought of as a sissy or weak. When all along I’vehad you in front of me, stronger than I’ll ever be, mentally and physically. Aperfect example of how untrue that is.”
Igrin up at him. “I dare anyone who thinks gay men are sissies to try taking astiff one up the ass. Nothing sissy about it.”
“Noshit,” Ian scoffs, drawing me back into his arms. “It would help if you weren’thung like a damn horse.”
“Backat you.” Chuckling, I snuggle into him. His chest is warm beneath my cheek.“I’ll give you a few days to heal before I bend you over the arm of the couch.”
“Seemslike you’ve put some thought into this,” he teases.
“Onlysince I met you.”
Hisarms tighten around me. “I love you.”
“Goodthing, because I love you, too.”
Thenext couple of days are the best I’ve had since Hawaii. We spend every minutetogether, either curled up in front of the T.V. or balling our nuts off. Asusual, all good luck streaks must run out, and mine ended with a call from IndianaState Prison. There’s no way I’m answering, but it occurs to me that I haven’tbeen to the prison in weeks. With everything that’s been going on, Gene hasn’teven been on my radar.
Unfortunately,I’m still on his. The message he leaves pisses me off. I was visiting totorture him, to remind him of his execution. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy myvisits and ask me to come back.
“Shit.What happened?” Ian asks, handing me a bowl of cereal and sitting across fromme with his own.
