My Boyfriend's Back, Chapter 2. Here we finally get to the juicy bits :)
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"Did I upset you talking about Sven?" Luis asked. I didn't know how to answer that, it seemed that my actions of the last few minutes made it obvious. I just held him a little tighter.
"It's ok, you don't have to say anything," he said. "I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you." I felt tears come to my eyes and held him even tighter. He put one hand on my head and the other around my body and cradled me like that. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm so sorry."
I cried silently for a few minutes, feeling my tears soak into his shirt. Somehow that was extremely comforting, knowing how close I was to him. When I had collected myself somewhat I finally looked up at him again. He was still looking at me with that expression of pure care and concern. "I don't understand," I said. "You told me you weren't going to date for a year."
"No I didn't," he said.
I was stunned. How could have forgotten this? Did he think I was making it up? Had he misheard me?
"You did," I said, "before you left, you told me you were going to work on yourself for a year and not date anyone while you figured things out."
He took my face in his hands and looked at me with even deeper care and concern. "I never would have said that." Then he kissed me. I felt my tears come as soon as his lips touched mine. Then he pushed his tongue into my mouth and it felt like the entire world was crumbling around me. I had no idea where my feelings were coming from, nothing seemed to make any sense. The man I had given so much to and done so much for was lying to my face and yet here I was sucking his tongue in his hotel bed while my dick threatened to tear through my pants. I kept kissing him, partly because I had no idea what to say if we stopped and partly because he was the one in charge and his lips, hands, and body told me that we were going to kiss for a long time. He pulled me even closer to him and I let myself be drawn in. Of all the loud, confusing thoughts swirling my mind, the loudest one seemed to be the need to be as close to Luis as possible.
Finally he broke the kiss, but tenderly, and looked at me again. "When I left, I knew that I needed to be far away. I knew that I loved you, but that you weren't right for me."
"Has thatÉchanged?" I asked?
"No." he said. He kissed my lips.
"Then whyÉ" I tried to ask, understanding even less than I had a minute ago.
"Because I know that you still love me too. You need me."
Those words undid my last shred of sanity and I buried my face in his neck and sobbed. He rubbed my back and kissed my forehead every few moments while my tears ran their course. I don't remember what went through my head at that point, I think I just accepted that nothing about the situation made sense. Except for one thing: the fact that I was in Luis's arms, the one place I'd wanted to be since the moment I let him out of my sight a year ago. Finally my tears subsided. At that moment I had one last clear thought that I imagined would let me keep my dignity and walk out of there in one piece.
"You've been really nice to me," I said. "I'm going to go home, I need to be alone right now and work through some-"
"You're not going anywhere," he said. He kissed me, and as I let myself give in to him once again, I felt him gently but firmly rotate our bodies so that I was underneath him. I wish I could explain to you how good I've always felt with Luis's body weight on top of me. Have you ever used a weighted blanket? This is 10,000x better. We were still fully clothed, but he started to thrust against me just a little bit, so I could feel that he was hard too. From then on I was completely at his mercy.
"Luis," I said, "I love you."
"I know you do," he said. He reached a hand under my shirt and pinched one of my nipples. "Take your shirt off." He stopped kissing me so that I could pull my shirt up over my head. As my face emerged from the shirt, I was surprised to find his lips replaced by his armpit, which he immediately pressed over my nose and mouth. With his other hand he pinched my nipple a little harder.
"You've missed my smell, haven't you?" I had, as evidenced by the fact that my breathing immediately slowed and moderated so that I could take in full, deep breaths of his musk. "I know everything about you, Bryan." I continued to breathe him in, letting all my worries float away as I drifted into my happy place. "I didn't shower for three days because I knew you'd want this." He really did smell incredible. I know some of you are thinking, what an absolute weirdo. Well, you've clearly never smelled Luis's armpits. Musk is not just a euphemism for BO: it's something better, cleaner, and more intoxicating. Some people are blessed with it, and Luis has the best I've ever experienced. I remembered something I'd told him many times before: I'd rather breathe his musk than fresh air.
After giving me a good long time in his pits and letting me lick them clean (they tasted delicious), he kissed me again deeply while he let his weight settle into me again. We were both shirtless now, but also both extremely hard so our pants were getting uncomfortable. After a moment he stood up and pulled me to my feet. "Take my shoes off, babe."
I knelt to do that, making sure to lovingly caress his calves before I unlaced his shoes and pulled his socks off while I heard him unzip his pants. I looked up at him for approval and he immediately guided his cock into my mouth without saying a word. His put a hand behind my head and pulled me down onto the wonderful, uncut dick I'd been devoted to since I met him. I felt my nose hit his pubes and inhaled, letting my throat relax and then massage his cock. I wanted him to remember how much he'd missed me, how I gave the best head he'd ever had.
"That's right, suck my cock, faggot." I froze. He kept his hand on the back of my head so I couldn't move, but I managed to look up at him as he let out an amused chuckle. "Did you think I forgot?" he asked.
I should explain that I'm naturally a very respectful person. I hate the idea that humans in this world chronically spite each other, and in everyday life I go to great lengths to make sure people around me feel valued as much as I can. But as I've mentioned, Luis makes me feel things I don't always understand, so one time when were dating, in a moment of weakness I asked him to call me faggot. I loved the way it made me feel subservient to him, immediately shot a huge load, and then asked him to forget about it. Clearly that last part hadn't stuck.
"You've always been my faggot, Bryan." He said, looking down at me with his fat dick impaled down my throat and me completely helpless and clearly quite turned on. Slowly he started pumping his cock in my throat with a slow but relentless rhythm. He threw his head back in pleasure and sighed, "Such a fucking faggot!" He was fucking my throat more aggressively now, so that I gagged just a little bit each time he bottomed out in me. "You always sound so beautiful when you moan."
I spread my knees a bit on the floor and tried to position myself to give him more satisfaction as he fucked my face. We feel into a reverie where I relaxed my throat and gave into the joy of giving this man what he wanted while he pleasured himself with my mouth. Somehow he managed to pull his pants the rest of the way down without breaking his rhythm, and I massaged his thighs, admiring the strength of his body. I was kneeling there in pure, if shocked, bliss, thinking about what a normal day I'd been having until 30 minutes ago, and thanking the universe for bringing Luis back to me, when I heard the door to the hotel room open.