In the past ten months you have let me share more of myself with you than most people know of me in the entire twenty-four years of my life. I mean, there’s the easy stuff, like my name- Brian Marshall, and the fact that I’m a cop who has been employed by the Tripton Valley Police Department for the past four years as an officer. You know I love my work, I’m dedicated to my job and I’m on the fast track to advancement. You tell me time and again I’m a damn good officer, and you get angry every time I have my doubts. But when I’m working a particularly bad case that is getting to me, I can count on coming home to your loving arms and soothing words.
You have encouraged me to be more comfortable in my skin, to not worry about being judged for being gay. You say there will always be small-minded people around to rain on my parade and try to turn our love into something ugly. The good Catholic in you says that God is love and cares about all His children; the one who believes in a more liberal interpretation assures me that this means both straight and gay, and who are we to go against God’s will? The only thing that matters is my self-respect and not hurting others. With your help I’m loosening up; maybe not quickly or to everyone, but I’m making progress.
We talked about how and when we knew we were different. You said that when you were twelve you were attracted to a good-looking, male, twenty-ish counselor at a summer camp, and by your mid-teens you came out to your family. Your father already suspected, and there was never any question of holding back their love for you. Your whole family is like that, joyful and affirming.
On the other hand, I figured out the whole gay thing when I was thirteen. I was the quiet kid in the gym room, so nervous over what seeing a naked penis might do to my own that I used to stand in front of my corner locker, staring at the tile walls while I dressed, racing to leave as quickly as possible. I spent my adolescence in denial of my sexuality, going out with the occasional token girlfriend and fumbling at sex, knowing my family would never approve, much less support, the idea that I was secretly in love with my best friend, Aleck. It wasn’t until I moved away from home that I was even moderately comfortable with my sexuality.
Law enforcement lies deep in the bloodlines of my family, and in their heads, cops are supposed to be strong, virile and undeniably heterosexual. We were raised on testosterone and hiding who I am is a necessary evil. My brothers tease me constantly about my sad-sack love life and, when I’m home, try to set me up with girlfriends. No thanks! When questioned about marriage, I tell my parents that my career keeps me too busy for any kind of relationship and besides, being the wife of a cop is a rough deal I wouldn’t want to put any woman through, not even in our sleepy little borough where there’s hardly any crime.
I wish I could be honest and tell them that I am already in a committed gay relationship. I am mindlessly, gloriously, head-over-heels in love with you, Shaun Rory O’Shea. And you are the sexy, thirty year old owner of a gay bar in Tripton Valley named O’Shea’s, which is where I met you almost two years ago. We’ve been together for nearly ten months, and I would give anything to have enough courage to take you home to meet my family. Never have I felt such contentment and peace, such completion. You, my Irish prince, rock my world and have made me totally happy for the first time in my life.
You are the most handsome man in the universe and you don’t even realize it. Just over six feet tall, with a neat, wiry build, you do not have a spare ounce of fat on you which is unusual, seeing as how you like- no, make that worship- beer. You only serve the best in O’Shea’s. You have chiseled good looks with a wide forehead, strong jaw, very white teeth and a hawk nose that fits neatly between your high cheekbones. Your beautifully alive face is framed with curly dark brown hair that is a bit long on the neck and perfect ears. What you do to a pair of jeans can definitely turn me on without even looking at you.
It still makes me blush and smile to myself when I remember that rainy October Monday night almost a year ago. I had come in late and you were serving me beer and trying to interest me in polite conversation. I’d become acquainted with you through the bar twelve months before and had been secretly attracted to you for over six. When you spoke to me that night you were suddenly shy. You asked if I was seeing anyone. The facts of my former boyfriend were no secret; Thaddeus had abused me in so many ways and broken off our affair three months prior. But there had been nobody since him, and I really hated to discuss him because all of the shame and disgust I felt. But on that night I finally opened up and said I was available, scared out of my mind because you were kind and decent and I wanted you to like me.
All of a sudden you touched my wrist with your strong, warm fingers. I looked up into your green eyes and saw such desire it took my breath away. O’Shea’s and all its customers, ambiance and noise just sort of drifted off behind us, and it was you and me holding hands, feeling such a charge I could barely breathe. I’m not usually one to fall into bed on a first date, but as we discussed, this couldn’t be a true first when we knew each other so well and I had been drinking in your bar regularly for nine months.
You told me that you were instantly smitten the very first night I made my appearance at the bar. I guess it was just good karma that brought me into your place; I had never even been in a gay bar before, and the only reason I was there was to interrogate an informant about a potential burglary out of sight of his fellow gang members. But you, Shaun, the master of coolness, bided your time and waited for the perfect moment before stating your intentions, and it was the most endearing thing to know how much you cared about me. How honored I was that you had waited for me to fall in love with you.
That first night of sex with you in your apartment was one of the most wondrous nights of my life. Being older and more experienced, I expected you to be demanding because that was how sex was with Thaddeus. But no; while you took command in a way that made me realize you would always be boss in the bedroom, you were patient and gentle with me. That’s not to say it wasn’t the best, most satisfying sex I’d ever had. Your long, deep kisses, the way your hands swept over my sweating, aching body, how tenderly you took my cock in your mouth to suckle me into heaven. I swear, I saw stars when I finally climaxed. But the best part was the way you didn’t force me to do anything I wasn’t ready for. I felt protected and nurtured in your arms as we slept.
This was not the first time I have been protected by you. I know a little secret that I will share at some point- I guess maybe if the subject of bikers ever comes up between us, and I can just stick it in there quickly. You probably don’t want to embarrass me, but I am mortified enough by what I did. All learned in hindsight, by the way, when a few of the bar patrons asked about my drunken behavior on a certain August night last year.
That was the same day that I discovered one of my best friends on the force was being investigated by internal affairs over a supposed sexual assault, and he’s a good guy who would never, ever entertain the idea of trading his authority for sex. At the time, it looked like the woman had a good case against him, circumstantial though it was, until it was determined that she made it all up. But his exoneration came later. On that night I was in a bad way and my feet found the path to your bar on their own. I don’t fully remember walking in. I guess I got drunk. Lay me out, pissed up and langers, incredibly drunk. I was a man on a mission to blot everything out.
I started with beer and then switched to whiskey which I never drink because I don’t even like it, Irish though I may be. I don’t recall the four big bikers coming in. I didn’t see them staring at me hungrily or know that one of them followed me out the door when I decided to go home. What I do remember is waking up in my apartment the next morning in bed with my clothes on feeling as if my head was going to split in two and not remembering how I got there. I was told later that you and two others in the bar, friends of yours, rescued me from what would’ve most likely been a nonconsensual sexual assault. You asked the cute couple in their ‘30s to make sure me and my truck made it safely home. Some day when I get the courage up to discuss it, I will thank you.
I guess the part of my life that I’m most grateful for is how you have helped me deal with the ruins of Thaddeus. Even though he’s been out of my life for a year and I’ve put a lot of his bullshit behind me, sometimes thoughts him still makes my guts crawl. I don’t know what I saw in him in the first place; I can only put it down to my deep need and acting on animal attraction with no brain activity involved. I think I was flattered that he noticed me at all since he was ten years older and so suave and worldly. Thaddeus just moved into my life and took over, and it humiliates me that I let him.
We began seeing each other early that May, and at first it was good. Quiet dinners in out-of-the-way restaurants, the 1940’s noire films we viewed or going to baseball games, he seemed pleased with me. And the sex was fine, although a bit rough. Then he got into all this crazy, demeaning sub-dom shit, wanting to put me in handcuffs and collars, and no thanks. The more I resisted, the more angry Thaddeus became, and he began to mistreat me.
You, my beloved Shaun, guessed with fair accuracy that he was abusive and leaving bruises on me under my clothing. Nothing made him happy, I couldn’t gauge his behavior and lived in fear of his wrath. The most degrading part was being a cop, knowing I was a victim of domestic violence and feeling too humiliated and afraid to say anything about it. It embarrassed everyone when he wanted to take our private arguments and turn them into public drama in your bar. The screaming and name-calling, the way he made your other patrons hate us; I just wanted him to go away. I know you went to him privately and told him to back off and stay away from the bar, so he broke up with me. If he hadn’t, I have no idea where I’d be now.
When you and I got together, you suggested that maybe I should see a therapist and talk about Thaddeus. I was a little reluctant at first, but in the long run, it made sense. I am working through my problems, and they include more than just the emotional mess he made of me. Being gay, my family’s expectations and how I will someday need to drum up the courage to introduce you to my parents and acknowledge what I am. I go to bed each night with a smile, grateful that you love me and only want what’s best for me.
I love how proud you are of me. I know you secretly worry about my line of work on a daily basis and always tell me to ‘be safe’ when I leave. You hate the danger I constantly face, but you would never ask me to give up being a cop just to make you feel better. We both know the risks, and I say a prayer at the beginning of each shift that I will stay out of harm's way and soon enough be in your warm arms again.
I love how worthy you make me feel by not hiding our relationship. The bar patrons all know that we’re living together. Giving up my apartment was nothing compared to the bliss of waking up every morning in your embrace. Just a few weeks ago you took me home to meet your family- your third-generation Irish parents and your brother, sister and sister-in-law who is looking forward to the upcoming return of Casey, her husband and your brother, from overseas. They have all accepted you for yourself and me for being your boyfriend. They’re so welcoming towards me, so grateful that you and I are together. I heard how happy you are and all the small stories you had shared with them about me before we connected. This is real, this is my future with you, and the trust and love we share is beyond words.
Okay, so today is special for us. It’s a beautiful, warm August day, perfect to be outdoors. I convinced you to hire your friend Jeremy and his cousin, Porter, to run the bar so we can have the afternoon alone, and I said we’re going on a picnic in the National Forest. But that’s not the whole story.
“Ready to leave?” you ask. We are standing next to my truck, and it’s a few minutes after 11:30. The food and picnic supplies are inside two backpacks tied down in the bed. The plan is that we will drive to the trailhead, park and hike up into the trees.
I nod yes, staring at you while I mentally go over the list. You look like a god with your dark hair, still damp from your recent shower, shimmering in the sunlight, and your golden skin stretching over the strong muscles in your arms and neck. I can’t see your intense green eyes under your Ray-Bans, but I know they’re smiling because I hear the amusement in your voice. Flicking a quick glance at your crotch, I’m thankful to be wearing sunglasses too, and the way your cargo shorts wrap around your hips and ass, oh, don’t get me started.
I drive because our true destination is a secret. Today we’re going a little farther into the hills than we usually do because I don’t want to run into a lot of people. Actually, I’m hoping we don’t run into anyone. But I’ve hiked this particular trail before, and I know places we can safely leave the beaten path. Places where nobody else goes and the protection of trees in a shroud of vines, ivy and leaf litter invite us. I am assured that we will not be interrupted.
When we don’t make the turn for our usual picnic location, you shoot me a look. “Are you lost, Brian?”
I smile. “I thought we’d go somewhere different this time. Try something new.”
You shrug and look out the window. I sit up a little higher in the driver’s seat, feeling the crotch of my jeans become a little tight and hoping you don’t notice. I struggle to put neutral thoughts into my brain.
We follow another twenty miles up the road, passing less traffic as we drive. I recognize the next turn as the one I want, and the truck revs up to climb higher into the incline. Fifteen minutes later I pull far off to the side of the road and park. You are now giving me completely mystified glances, but all I do is smile back. We climb out and I grab the backpacks, throwing one playfully at you. The temperature is perfect here- cooler than at home, less humid and no sign of rain.
“Follow me,” I command, setting off at a quick clip up the trail. We both are fit, so keeping up isn’t a problem for either of us. I am familiarizing myself with my surroundings until I recognize the spot where we will veer off. You have said nothing the entire hike, just gazed around at the pristine wilderness where we seem to be the only people for miles. You have a speculative look on your face, and maybe you’re beginning to figure out my intentions. It’s not like we haven’t discussed this as a dream of mine several times in the recent past.
We walk in silence for another mile. “Where are we going?” you finally ask, curiosity getting the best of you. “It seems like we’re in the middle of nowhere.”
I laugh. “We’re here, Shaun.” I lead you over to the place I’ve pre-chosen. Here is a very shady, green clearing in the middle of the forest where the tumbled trees and their overgrowth have created a soft carpet and walls to shield us from anyone who might accidentally stumble upon us. But nobody else is around.
I take a large blanket from my backpack, and you help me spread it in the leafy shade. Out of the backpacks comes our lunch: fried chicken, potato salad, coleslaw, croissants and a bottle of Chardonnay. For dessert, I bought pound cake with whipped cream and chocolate-dipped strawberries from our local bakery.
It’s a gorgeous day, a perfect time to spend with you, my lover. I watch as you bend over the corner of the blanket to anchor it down, and I’m looking at your beautiful jean-clad ass. I can’t wait until later when that ass is going to be naked under mine.
We begin to eat, and the food is delicious. I compliment you on the chicken; it’s moist and the spices you use in the coating is a supposed family secret which you listed about four months ago, but I’ve forgotten. You praise my choice of wine and how well it goes with the food. We talk about my work on the police force and how I’ve come out to several of the other officers on my shift. They’re cool guys, and I didn’t detect a single snicker amongst them. You tell me about some repairs you need to make to the bar. We talk about the Cincinnati Reds, whom we root for, and their last baseball game.
Our lunch is finished, and you are lying on the blanket staring up at the oaken tree canopy and clear blue sky. I give you a big grin as I settle beside you. I turn on my side, rolling into you to rest my head on your shoulder.
“I love you so much, Shaun,” I whisper, reaching across you with my arm to grasp you around the waist.
You push my blonde hair off my forehead and kiss it. “I love you too, Brian. You make me so happy.”
In response I pull you over so you are facing me, and I look up into your bright eyes. They twinkle at me, but in the background lust shines. I grasp your head to pull your mouth towards me, and now you’re the one leaning over me, your chest pinning me to the blanket. You run one hand through my hair and put the other under my ass, dragging me into you. Your lips descend on mine, and in one quick move our tongues are dueling with each other as we suck and savor. I can taste the wine from our lunch and I groan into your open mouth.
You break the kiss, panting. “Why are we here, Brian?” you ask, lightly running your fingers through my hair.
“Someone I know works too hard.” I stroke your jaw with the backs of my fingers, smiling as you lean into them but hoping you’ll take my words seriously. “Almost every day from four p.m. ‘til after two in the morning you tend bar. You usually take one night off, and I see the exhaustion in your face and feel it in your body. You love what you do, and I’m not complaining, not at all. But I worry that you’re going to work yourself to death.”
“I love the work,” you reply somberly and sigh. “I love the people who show up night after night, well at least, most of them. People like Jeremy and Porter, who have become good friends. But you’re right, there are some afternoons I wish I had a regular job that I could just leave.”
“Maybe when Casey gets back?” I hint, wanting to dispense the doom and gloom. Casey is in Afghanistan and scheduled to return from active duty in two months. A Master Sergeant in the Marine Corps, he will be leaving after fourteen years of service. You are damned proud of him as you should be, but I see the deep worry you have for his being over there fighting terrorists, and you’re scared that Casey won’t make it home in one piece.
“Maybe,” you muse almost to yourself. Your face brightens and you stare at me. “Of course, if not for the bar, we would never have met, Brian. And that would be a tragedy in itself.”
I giggle at you. “And that brings up the second reason for the picnic. I wanted to spend time in complete privacy outside on a pretty day with the man I love.”
“This sounds an awful lot like a sexy fuck fantasy somebody told me recently.” You stare down at me and get this mischievous gleam in your eye, punching me in the shoulder. “Hey, I think that somebody was you.”
In response, I sit up and pull our dessert out of the pack and your eyes light up. You love strawberries almost as much as you love beer. I open the transparent plastic container and get a fork, deciding that I want to be the one to feed you. But a touch of naughtiness has gotten hold of me. I spear a plump, juicy berry and dip it in the sweet cream, but instead of placing it in your open mouth, I bite into the end and secure it in my teeth.
Your eyes open wide, looking at the red juicy piece of fruit in my mouth, and you move in for a bite. Then I take one. Back and forth we share the strawberries and cake in this fashion, laughing at each other. We slurp the juice and lick it off each others’ chins, until all that’s left is a giant glob of whipped cream in the plastic. I work the fork underneath it and place it on my tongue, and you have such a hot look about you that I want to melt. I pull your mouth down to mine, and we are sharing the creamy sweetness back and forth on our tongues, eating and kissing at the same time. I am tingling all over.
When we’re done, you come up gasping for air. “I think you’re trying to seduce me.”
“You talk too much,” I husk against your mouth. “But seduction works for me.” And with that I pull you into a fluid embrace where our tongues dart and slide against each other and your heat envelopes me to send a strong pulse of desire straight to my brain… and to my hardening cock.
I stroke your face, hairline to jaw, paying particular attention to the outer folds of your ear where you are very sensitive. As I move in to bite your earlobe, my other hand reaches down to squeeze your crotch, and yes, you are hardening, just as I expected. You moan into my lips.
I reach between our bodies and begin to undo the buttons on your shirt, working blind, my fingers sliding down the placket until I feel your shirt falling open. I work the fabric back and off your strong shoulders just as you reach for me and lift my t-shirt over my head. Next up is your white sleeveless tee, and we get tangled up in clothes and hands. You laugh sheepishly.
I rise to my knees and unsnap my shorts, pushing them down with my boxers where I can remove them easily after I sit back down. You have watched my every move, and you eyes darken dramatically, fully knowing my plans for us. I reach over to tug at your shorts, and you allow me to slide them down your legs. We are both naked in this green, secluded clearing with birds chirping around us and not another person in sight.
On knees, we come together for a long, sensual kiss, and I reach down to massage your dick. You gasp when my fingers make contact. As I pull your cock into complete hardness, I use my other hand to roam your strong, beautiful body, grazing over your scratchy jaw and moving down your arm to lightly rub the knuckles. I tease your nipples with my hand, twisting them hard into small pebbles while you moan into my mouth.
Your own hands have begun to wander and you cup my ass to draw me closer. You reach around and find my erect cock, but only use it as a guide to slide down to cup my balls. You are letting them slide through your fingers as you massage the sac gently, and it feels so good. Hands and cocks make contact between us, and I love the familiar ache for you. I rotate my hips, trying to drive myself firmer into your hands. Being in the open air with its tingle of discovery only excites me more.
I gently push you down on your back into the blanket as I begin to move down your body with my lips. I still your hands and place them at your side because this is about pleasing you. Beginning on your forehead, I kiss every inch of your face, sliding down cheek and floating over your eyelids. I nibble on your earlobe and the cord of your neck where it meets your shoulder, and I hear you gasp.
My palms pave the way in the strokes you like, flat caresses against your shoulder and chest muscles that make you groan. I love the soft skin of your nipples, and my lips work them into rosy hardness, knowing it drives you crazy. I nip at them, and you arch your back towards me. When you reach for your cock, I firmly take you hand and push it back down on the blanket. “Don’t, Shaun,” I tell you decisively. “Only I get to touch you.” Looking at me with heated, lust-dazed eyes, you smile wordlessly at the unusual way I am taking command of you.
My tongue darts into the valleys between your defined muscles on your torso and I lick downwards, laving into your navel and forcing small cries of pleasure from you. I move down to your thighs to kiss the sensitive skin there as I bury my face between your legs, smelling the fusion of your musky scent and your sweat. My hair lies across your groin, the blond of it in contrast to your dark brown bush, and you thrust upwards in heightened arousal. You grasp me by the back of my head and try to pull my mouth onto your dick, and I chuckle.
“Patience, baby,” I grunt at you, almost as turned on as you are. I resume my kisses as they flutter over your right hip and down your leg on the outside, traversing the ankle and working back up the inner thigh, just to do the same thing on the other side. You are moaning and twisting in deep need now, your cock hard and dark red, leaking precum in a string that connects to your stomach. “Oh please, Brian,” you beg. “Please suck me.”
I rise up and smile at you, flashing my dimples because you tell me it’s sexy and you love the bright light in my pale blue eyes when we make love. You grin back, knowing what I’m going to do next; I’m about to make all your dreams come true.
I center myself over your groin and extend my tongue to lap the salty-sweet precum off your skin. I will never get tired of your taste. Next I blow a cooling breath over the damp skin, and goose bumps break out all over you. Stroking your straining cock with my hand, I lift it and my lips slowly encircle the domed head as I stare into your eyes. They roll backwards and your body jerks at the sensation of my tongue swirling over the firm top of your delicious cock.
I am gentle in the use of my teeth, but you love how I scrape them lightly across the spongy crown and nibble down the back, following the thick purple vein. My lips suckle on the ridge between head and shaft, and you begin to tremble as my tongue stimulates the raw nerves underneath. You are whimpering deep in your throat. This is the signal to me that you are almost on sensory overload, and it won’t be long before you cum.
Your hips and thighs are jumping with each stroke of my tongue, and I take your shaft in my hand and begin to pump it. Letting my saliva drip down your cock, I suck deeply and pull the head into my throat. You love this, how I can deep throat you without gagging, and your groin thrusts into my mouth.
Sucking and licking, I bob up and down on you, and your cock feels so good in my mouth. Hard and soft both, like silky steel, I am addicted to it. I could spend hours playing with you, pleasing you and keeping you on edge, just micro-seconds from climax, but today there isn’t enough time.
I can tell by your cries that you are getting close, nearly out of your mind with the need to cum, as your head rolls on the blanket and your fingers flex and fist the fabric. I am ecstatic over your enjoyment- how it’s my mouth wrapped around your cock and we satisfy each other out of love.
I wrap my hand around your balls, rolling them in my palm, and you groan hard. “Brian,” you gasp out as a sheen of sweat slicks your body, “almost… there, love. That’s… so good.” Your hand finds my head, fingers winding into my hair, and you frantically hold me in place.
I renew my efforts, pulling the head of your cock in deeply so my throat muscles can massage it, and I feel your body tense. Your balls are pulling up from the sac into your body, and your dick briefly swells. I suck on you firmly now, base to tip, hollowing my cheeks to create an intense vacuum in my mouth and prepare to receive your sweet essence. Without any conscious thought on your part, you are fucking my mouth; your hips punch automatically skyward, and with a cry, you come undone. Your cum vaults through your hard cock, spurting into my mouth in ropes to coat my tongue and throat as I swallow and swallow again.
And then your body begins to relax, and you let your hand fall off my hair to your side. Your dick softens, and with a plop, I let it fall out of my mouth. Lying down next to you as you smile tiredly, I interweave my fingers with yours. We don’t really need to say anything, our thoughts comingle, and your loving green eyes tell me that you are content and satisfied.
My dick has not softened; watching you cum is always a huge turn-on for me, and your hand reaches down to stroke me. You lean into me, flattening me on my back as you kiss me hard, your tongue swiping between my lips to take control of my mouth. My arms reach up to grasp you around shoulders and neck, pulling you closer to me so that we lay in a passionate embrace. You are kissing me and rubbing your hands across the hard planes of my body, fingers outlining the contours of my muscles, and I shiver at your touch.
Your hands find their way to my chest, and you pull at my sensitive nipples. My mouth can’t sustain the kiss under the intense way you make me gasp, and I close my eyes. Lips and gentle bites replace fingers, and I moan as I feel my nipples turn into hard, reddened nubs. They are hard-wired straight to my dick which flutters and lifts off my abdomen, drops of precum spreading on my skin.
“Shaun,” I hiss, “oh babe, please.”
You laugh evilly and move down my sternum to suck the skin around my navel into your mouth as your tongue bathes it, and I feel your teeth biting me hard enough to leave a ring. It is so sexy, and my body squirms beneath the tight hold you have of my hips and thighs. Your fingers delve into the pool of precum above me pubic hair, lifting it off me, and I hear you suck it from your fingers. I groan again, needing your lips on my cock, needing the sweet release you will give me.
You take half of my dick into your warm mouth as your lips suck from mid-shaft to the tip and your tongue strokes all the sensitive places you know about. I gasp as my slit feels the heavy suction, drawing more of my essence from it, but already I am lost in the way you draw your mouth further down on my member and begin to dip up and down over it. I feel the caressing taps of your tongue along the ridge, licking on the cap like a mother cat bathes a kitten, and my groin writhes.
The next time your mouth sinks to my base, you have all of my cock in your mouth. Over the last couple of months you have worked on your gag reflex and I can feel all of me inside you. You suck on me hard and deep, your lips are gentle on the head but nudge deep sensations there, and your tongue plays with me, circling my cock like a cobra. You make lights flash before my eyes and weaken me like a baby.
Muscles bunching and flexing, I begin to thrust into your mouth, and you eagerly take me to the root. “That’s right, Brian,” you say around my hard cock. “Fuck my mouth.”
Your words cause vibrations that rip through me, and my head rolls back in deep arousal. I feel like I’m floating in some desperate place that jars my senses as my pelvis snaps back and forth driving towards the end. Already I can feel the twitches that announce the arrival of my orgasm; they relentlessly build inside me like a volcano about to erupt.
I buck higher and faster into your mouth, seeking the crest, frantic for it. The oncoming bliss sends me into our own private world. I can hear myself whimpering but I have tuned out every other sound of the outdoors, and it’s only me and you. I feel the tightening in my groin, the way my balls pull hard up inside me, and I groan your name. “Shaun… oh, Shaun!”
I don’t know what my body is doing; I just feel throbbing that begins in my center and pours out to every cell of my body in waves of pleasure. Cum races through my cock to spasm into the beautiful wet warmth of your open mouth. I am gasping for air, covered in sweat, my hips arcing high over the blanket. Tears of thankfulness of being with you scald the back of my eyes; I can’t even find the words to express how I feel about you.
You have swallowed every drop of my cum, and as I regain the sense of here and now, you kiss me, sharing the taste with me. Weakly I put my arms around your neck and we hold each other. I settle down from my very intense peak to rest my head against your shoulder as you murmur endearments into my ear. How much you adore me, how much this day has meant to you and all the little things we say to build our relationship into the quiet strength it is.
You roll me over to my side and spoon into me from behind. At any other time in our love-making, depending on the hour, this would signal either arising to get on with our day or pulling each other closer to sleep. But, under the close care of my therapist, I have been doing a lot of healing and putting ideas into perspective. What happened between me and Thaddeus is in the past, and I know I’m completely ready to take steps into our tomorrow.
“I want you, Shaun,” I say thickly. “I need you to make love to me.”
You lift your head to gaze down at me and touch my face gently. “Are you sure, Brian? I don’t want to hurt or frighten you. You don’t have to do this to please me.”
“No, I’m okay. I trust you and need this for us.”
“Oh, love. I promise I’ll be gentle.” You hug me hard, looking like you’re going to cry. You appears so happy that I’m prepared, totally at ease, to take this next step for us.
Yeah, go figure. You and I have been together for ten months, and in all that time we never consummated our union. As awesome as I know you would be and as patient as you have waited, Thaddeus was so physically and emotionally abusive that I have shied away from love-making. Being vulnerable in the face of domestic cruelty sets up the worst kind of trust issues, ones that weren’t easily healed, and I had too many emotional scars. I love you in that you never pressed for more than I could handle, nor expected it would be easy for me to deal with, never expressed disappointment in my lack of willingness. I’m ready now. I want you to make love to me because I have faith and adore you, and I know you love me. You would never, ever hurt me.
“How do you want to do this, Brian?” You are leaving the position to me, and I gulp a little, hoping I don’t look panicky. I am a bottom, you are a top, but I know there is no way I’m ready to do this from the back yet. For now, I need control, and I smile at you, comfortable that you’ll allow me to have it.
I lean over to grab my pack and remove lube from a small pocket. I accidentally knock a condom out as I pull my hand away, and when you see it, you laugh, making me blush. I only brought it in case you insisted on using one, but we’ve been monogamously together for ten months. There is nothing for us to worry about.
“Are you sure,” you ask, concern for me radiating off you. You aren’t talking about the condom.
In response, I hand you the lube. I roll closer to you and stare darkly into your eyes. “Need you, Shaun.”
You use your hands on my ass to separate the cheeks, smoothing the way. You uncap the tube and squirt it on your fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up. You touch my puckered hole and begin to rub it in, your eyes never leaving my face. Oh, the way you touch me feels magnificent, and I groan. My rosebud contracts against your touch as you gently insert a finger. I wince slightly at the unfamiliar burn, and you pull out right away, scared that you’ve hurt me.
“I won’t break, baby,” I tell you, reaching for your semi-hard dick. I stroke it softly, smiling as you eagerly respond to my hand because I know what turns you on. “Please, Shaun.”
You nod at me. I feel you add more lube and re-introduce your middle finger into my ass, and I push back against you to greet the stretching. You twist your finger, and I feel the zing as you rub against my prostate, and I moan. “More,” I beg you, and a second finger goes in, doing the same. My ass is clenching at your fingers and they feel so good inside. You add the third digit, and I break out in a sweat. I am so ready for you to fuck me.
You lay down face-up on the blanket, your erection bobbing over your abdomen and dripping precum. I kneel over you and grab that perfect cock, smearing the precum over my hole. My entire body is focused on what I’m about to do, and I want to sink down on you in one long move, but it’s been awhile. Gently seating myself, I lower my body on to you and gasp as the head of your dick pops inside the muscular ring of my ass. I feel mild pain but it isn’t anything like I expected. My mind is free, free of concern, done with my guilt. I am thinking about how you rock my world. There is no thought of my ex as I groan into the ecstasy I know is ahead of me.
By slow inches I lower myself on you. My ass is relaxed, but I see your stomach muscles tense, and your eyes are closed, breaths shallow and fast. You are already lost in the moment, and you wiggle underneath me in anticipation. “Oh Brian,” you moan. “You feel so good around me.”
I sink onto your shaft, letting gravity pull me down and without pain. Just fullness and stretching, allowing my emotions to take me into the heights, knowing we are one person, connected. My balls are against your dark pubic hair, my cock still hard and pushing forward against your stomach. Looking down, it is one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen, and my shoulders bunch forward as I lean in for a long kiss. “I love you, baby,” I husk against your lips earnestly.
“Love you too, Brian. More than ever.” You sigh, and I begin to move above you.
Pushing up on my knees I pull upwards until just the head of your penis is inside me and then reverse the action slowly, deeply. “Oh my love,” you groan. “Just like that.” Your hips punch up to meet my ass, and we rock together.
Your hands reach up and tweak my nipples hard, swirling the pads of your fingers into the firm nubs to make me jump. But despite the small pinch of pain I want this, and I lean into you to let you scrape your fingernails and pull on them mercilessly. In just a few minutes they are like pebbles, rosy and swollen. My body feels like it will erupt in flames.
I set up a sliding rhythm that instantly ratchets up the pleasure. Twisting so that you are stabbing my sweet spot, my hips are undulating on your cock, my head lolling forward and low sounds coming from my open lips. “Oh, Shaun,” I moan. God, you feel so good inside me. I can instinctually sense you are staring at me with intense, aroused eyes, sharing my passion, enjoying how much into the physical sensations I’m allowing myself to fall.
“Faster, love,” you command me softly, your groans turning into deep growls as you try to pound into my ass. Your hands center on my hips, fingers digging into my muscles and lifting me. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and it runs off me in rivulets, joining with your own to pool on the flat planes of your body until it overflows and slides into the blanket. Your breathing is hitched, shallow and panting, eyes closed, face scrunched up in the effort to let me finish first and knowing I will pull you into your own climax.
You blindly reach out to take my cock into your hands, lubing your fingers on the precum that is dripping on you. You begin to stroke me in careful squeezes, massaging the head and down the back to the flared edge. I see flashes before my eyes; I am so close, and I cry out, moving up and down on you in desperate tremors I can’t control. Then you roll my balls in your fingers, and I’m lost and found.
“Shaun, yes… yes… yes,” I scream out into the open air as I feel my balls retract almost painfully and my cum boiling, needing to find an exit. “Been… so long… babe!” I shoot across your abdomen and chest five times in diminishing ropes of semen, each one accompanied by a deep groan. I feel drained in a good way.
My ass is clenching your dick forcefully, and you writhe under me, your muscles twitching. “Oh, my love!” Your face tenses, and I feel your cock inside me swell minutely as your orgasm begins. You are swept upward in bucking trembles and you cum inside my ass. Hot seed spews high inside my bowels, and I fall forward to gather you into my arms. You are still cumming weakly inside me, filling me, as I kiss you hard on the lips.
“I love you, Shaun.” I raise you up with my arm, stroking your damp hair and nuzzling your neck. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Love you too, Brian,” you answer quietly, throwing an arm over my shoulder and leaning back on the other one. “ Clasped together, my cum squishing between our bodies, we allow ourselves to fall into the calming afterglow of making love. I can feel your own cum dripping from my ass, but I don’t care. Our coupling was sweet and intimate, a testimony of our dedication to each other. I am peaceful and sated.
I feel exalted. I have finally done away with all the bad memories of my past and being hurt and mistreated by a man who wasn’t worthy of me, and my future is you, Shaun, the patient, loving man lying with me.
Quietly we sit for a few more minutes, not speaking, just lightly kissing each others’ lips. Your dick becomes limp and regretfully falls out of me and sinks back into your pubic hair. I grab a towel from the pack and clean us up as best I can, but we’ll need a shower when we arrive home, and we laugh. We sort out our clothes and begin to redress, stopping every so often to share a kiss or hug. You gather the remnants of our lunch and put them into the pack to hike out our trash and leave the site as clean as we found it. We fold the blanket, and I stuff it inside my bag. Hand in hand, making for a second check to assure we didn’t forget anything, we hike down to my truck. I still feel your cum leaking from my ass, and you laugh jokingly at the funny way I walk.
On the way back to Tripton Valley I sneak covert glances at you as you doze against the back of the seat. I am fully certain we love each other to distraction, and we will be partners for life. We make up two halves of a whole. But sometimes I do wonder if you have any idea what you mean to me, how strongly I feel our bond. You are my life, Shaun O’Shea.
You are what I imagine bird flight must be like, the warm sunshine on feathers, the cool soaring of the wind currents in my face, wheeling free high in the sky with perfect vision. I guess it’s hard to explain exactly without sounding weird. When we make love you take me easily to the highest peaks in that slow, teasing way of yours that builds layer upon layer of desire inside me. You know what arouses me and how to pull me into the most agonized delights until you guide me through a climax so intense I don’t even feel part of this earth for a minute or two. You make me believe I’m beautiful and courageous and smart, but I can do the stupidest things and you forgive me. You let me be human. You let me be myself.
I am so in love with you, and you with me. We suit each other perfectly. I know nothing can come between us, and everything is right in our world. I have you, and that will always be enough.
© 2011 by Janelle Caves