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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Joshua Taylor
In what seemed like a haze of passion, we somehow made it home. While driving home his kisses haven't stopped once and we're both groping at each other for all we're worth.
Once home, I eventually get Kyle to leave me alone just long enough for me to quickly unlock the front door, and we hurry inside.
He's already taking off his shoes and socks, hopping on one leg! Then comes off the trousers and briefs. He pulls his shirt over his head, it goes flying across the room, and he is buck naked in front of me. His boner wiggles and bounces up and down, as if it too is beside itself with excitement.
I start stripping and soon our clothes are scattered all around us in the lounge and the passage way. I move towards him at lightning speed, grab him by his waist, and pull him against me. He hoists himself up onto me and locks his heels behind my back. With his hands clasped around my neck, he hangs on, bending away from me, and then lunging back in to kiss me.
My prick is poking his tail, and he tries to position his hole right above the tip.
Not like this. I'll definitely hurt him. We need lubricant. Fast!
I walk with him, hanging onto me like that, to the bedroom, resisting the urge to immediately impale him with my hungry prick. He nuzzles into my chest with his head under my chin and his hips tilted, as if to help me balance. My one hand firmly squeezes his ass cheeks together as I lean down to grab the lubricant from the bedside drawer.
I straighten up, flick open the lid and squeeze lubricant over my prick, smearing it lavishly around. After dropping the bottle onto the floor, I apply the excess onto his crack. I insert one finger then two fingers into his hole. Damn, he's tight.
He wriggles against my hand. "Oh yes, Josh. I want you to fuck me."
"Just wait a second, handsome." He clenches my fingers. Just a bit more stretching.
"No, I want you now!" he demands.
With that, I grab his ass cheeks with both my hands and slam him down onto my prick with all my strength! For a moment, it looks like I knocked his breath out, but I slide home...deep...into...his...tight...tunnel. I lift him up and drop him down onto my thick, hard prick, up and down, up and down, and we start establishing a powerful rhythm.
"Oh yes! Yes!! Fuck me, Josh!" He is both flushed and pale at the same time from my forced entry.
He moans out loud but my animal-like grunts drown it out.
I plough deep into him again and again and throw him onto our new, never-been-slept-in double bed.
I push his legs up high and spread them wide, holding on to his calves. His pucker is mouthing for me to fill him up again.
I oblige.
With a single forward shove, I enter him once more and start fucking him stupid with my balls slapping his ass. The headboard bangs against the wall but I don't even care. I thrust in and out, and he pushes back onto me with such force that his banus bangs hard against my pubic bone.
I'm in deep.
I slow down a bit and then flip him over so he's on all fours. I kneel behind him and piston back into his hole with so much force, he cries out. I stop. Over and over he begs me to fuck him "Harder...harder!!!" I give him what he wants.
My heart wants to explode and my muscles are on fire from the heat we've created. Our slick bodies slide together without friction. Just a smooth glide.
We are both shouting by now and his burning hot hole grips me tighter, milking me for all I've got! It feels like heaven... He's so pliable, just as I imagined. It's as if he's just throwing himself onto my prick while I fuck him. It's as if he wants me to be completely inside of him, body and soul.
I want that so bad too.
I fuck him and fuck him and fuck him, till I feel my balls tightening and my pulse throbbing in my ears. At some point, I lose control of my senses as his warm ass, that feels like it was built just for me, squeezes me for my release...
He starts stroking his prick and I take over from him, yanking him in rhythm with my thrusts.
A couple seconds later he cries out and shoots his cum all over my hand and sprays some onto the bed.
As he cums, his ass muscles tighten, gripping my prick and I explode deep inside him. I push in really deep, completely and utterly determined to touch his heart with the tip of my prick. My cum keeps squirting into him, filling him up and it smears all around the sides of my pulsating prick. My pace slows down.
I know my crotch is going to be blue in the morning.
We stay connected for a while. I eventually pull out of him gently and flop down next to him. My throat's on fire and my heart is beating in my neck. We are drenched in each other's sweat. Breathing heavily, he stays on all fours and rubs the cum leaking out of his ass over his crack and cheeks.
Man, that was mind-blowing!
He falls flat down onto the bed, turns around and rests his head on my chest.
We are both still trying to catch our breath.
He looks up at me, tears rolling over his glowing face. "I love you, Josh."
Tears sting my eyes. "...I love you too, Kyle."
And just like that, we fall asleep.
The next morning when I wake up, Kyle's not next to me. I panic. Am I late for work? No, it's Saturday. Noises, pots and pans rattling, cupboards opening and closing, are coming from the kitchen. I sink back into the pillow.
Last night was indescribable. I lost complete control and that was an amazing thing. I don't think I even thought of anything besides satisfying Kyle. As I expected, my crotch is definitely aching.
I smile.
He said he loved me.
I smile even brighter.
I'm about to doze off again when the bedroom door opens and Kyle comes in with a tray. He's completely naked and had made me breakfast in bed! "You shouldn't have."
He smiles. "I wanted to."
"Thank you." I sit up and take the tray from him. He made me scrambled eggs, fried sausages, a slice of toast with butter, and a huge stack of pancakes with maple syrup dripping off it.
"I'll bring you your coffee now." He heads back out.
A moment later he returns with a mug and places it on a coaster on the bedside table.
He fetches his own breakfast and coffee and we eat together.
Once we're done, I get up and take the trays and dishes back to the kitchen.
We're still both nude and there is a lingering smell of sex in the room. "Come, let's go have a shower."
He jumps up and off we go. I turn on the shower. We get in and playfully wash each other. It's not long before both of us are hard again.
"I want you, Josh."
"I want you too. Let's finish up and go back to bed." I start rinsing soap off.
"No, I want you here."
"Ok." Smiling broadly, I turn him around and position him up against the wet tiles. I pull his hips away from the wall and spread his legs. Water cascades over me as I go down on my haunches and part his cheeks. Taking my time, I start licking around his sweet hole.
He moans.
I slowly lick his tight pucker, the shower water running over my face and into his crack.
He groans louder.
Then I flick the tip of my tongue across his hole and force it into him. He lets out a loud gasp.
"Oomph...That feels good!"
I do this for a while.
"I want you now, Josh. I want your dick inside me now!"
I stand up really fast and for a second it feels like I'm going to pass out, but my head clears quickly. I position myself right against his unlubed hole and start pushing in.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" he whimpers.
I start making love to him, grabbing his perfect member from behind and stroking it in rhythm to my slow thrusts.
We cum together. Afterwards, we wash each other gently.
He kisses me every chance he gets. My heart is fluttering in a strange way, and I realize I'm so deeply in love with him.
Stephen Jordan
Eric, saying he loves me, I think, was more him being in love with my sexual prowess than with me personally. It was post-coital enthusiasm, that's all. That's why I couldn't say it back. Anyway, I'm not sure I'm there yet. It's too early.
For the past three weeks, we've been fucking like rabbits and I'm truly satisfied. Rex is sulking a bit because he's missing out. I don't think it's right seeing more than one guy at a time physically this way. At least he's not being a crybaby about it though, which I'm grateful for.
At work, I'm the talk of the town because people have heard about my impromptu strip show and since I've been with Eric, I've really come out of my shell. Some of the crowd at the club found out that I work at the restaurant and this has led to an increase in customers. Mike and Georgia are ecstatic that we've become the new hot place to be.
I never realized how powerful the gay community is when it comes to support and making a business excel but am grateful because we're getting huge tips and the staff have all received bonuses from Mike as a thank you. I couldn't be more popular with them.
The hours are long and the work is hard, but we're enjoying it immensely. We've even started opening for breakfast due to customer demand and we pull in a good crowd.
Samantha had this great idea to place a suggestion box at the door, and we're getting major suggestions for our menus and of course a lot of requests for me to do a private show for some parties. I respectfully declined and luckily no one seems to hold it against me. In the end, as I've said, I did it for Eric.
One of the ideas was to have a karaoke night once a week and Mike decided to do it on our quietest night, which is Monday. Now of course I usually get Mondays off, but I was asked to come in and take care of it, on the condition that I don't have to do any other work while I'm there and I get Tuesdays off as compensation. Based on the latter, I accepted the new challenge.
The first one is tonight and I'm petrified.
Mike bought the equipment, and we built a small, temporary stage in the corner of the restaurant. I made sure everything was connected and with a "testing one, two, three" finally did a sound check to get everything ready for tonight.
"You need to sing a song to see if the sound system synchronizes with the prompter, Stephen. Do you sing?" Mike asks.
I only sang in the school choir when I was growing up and then I was surrounded by supportive friends and family. These people are relative strangers and even though it's only the staff and owners around right now, I'm not sure I can do it.
I shake my head at him.
"Come on. Don't be shy now," Samantha chirps in.
Bloody traitor. She's using my public strip show against me whenever she gets the chance.
"Ok."
I choose a song by David Guetta, "Somebody That I Used to Know," and ask Samantha to join me for the female vocals. She's reluctant.
"Come on, Samantha. You were quick to push me for the job, but now you act all demure. What's good for the goose is good for the gander." I wink at her while luring her with a hooked finger to the stage.
Everyone applauds, and she hesitantly joins me. I set the system to play the lyrics on the screen and we start.
Our local audience is still sort of mumbling when the music starts, but as soon as I start singing, they suddenly go quiet. All eyes are on me and I turn away from them. Looking at the rear of the restaurant, I immerse myself in the lyrics. Instead of thinking about a lost love, I let my feelings about my estranged family wash over me. When Samantha does her part, I imagine she's my parents expressing their feelings. Her alto voice matches mine nicely.
How tragic it all seems. All of a sudden, tears stream down my face as the song progresses. Samantha also has a tear in her eye.
When we finish, the team gets up and applauds raucously, whistling their approval. Mike walks up to us as we're hugging and joins us on the small stage.
"You were amazing, boy! Shit. Who knew you could belt it out like that? If the audience doesn't want to sing tonight or even just to start things off, you should definitely sing. Please. You're really brilliant, kid. So are you, Samantha." He slaps me almost fatherly on my back.
I quickly compose myself and smile shyly at everyone's reaction. Samantha whispers in my ear that she'd sing with me anytime and that she's even sadder now that I'm gay. Of course, she means it as a compliment.
Time flies and Eric arrives at the restaurant. The place is filling up and of course the patrons are timid and reluctant to come on stage. Many of them are the same ones who suggested a karaoke night in the first place. Typical.
Mike gestures to me to get things going and I try my best to encourage someone to sing, but I eventually realize that the night's going to go pear-shaped if I don't do something quickly. Samantha is making sure the food orders go out, and Eric is sitting at a table in the corner, near the furthest end of the stage, watching me intensely. He has a curious expression. I realize he's never heard me sing, so this might be a big surprise.
I choose a song just for him.
As the music starts, some of the younger people and most of the women immediately recognize the song I chose. It's "All Yours" by Metric, from the Twilight movies.
I start singing and except for the music and my voice, the place goes quiet. Eric is transfixed on me. While I sing, I remember the many difficult and amazing things that have happened to me lately and when I end the song, the audience goes ballistic.
Everyone's on their feet, and Eric is already making his way over to me. He climbs on stage and kisses me passionately then pushes his hands through my hair and grips it with his fingers. Emotions overwhelm me. I realise that I love him and embrace him with my whole being.
The two of us are the only ones in the entire world, caught in a beautiful moment in time...until Samantha whispers to me that someone's volunteered to sing.
She must have noticed my dismayed expression because she nods and takes over the logistics for now, to allow me some more time with Eric. A few people congratulate and compliment me as we make our way to our table, but I barely take them in, it's all a blur. We sit down and I lock my gaze with Eric's. He is so gentle in the way he touches and expresses himself. His eyes are moist with emotion.
"You are one talented guy, and I love you very much."
"I love you too, Eric." I squeeze his hands.
He looks at me questioningly. "You should really pursue a life in the entertainment business. Your voice is superb and you look like an angel." He smiles proudly at me.
"No. I sing only for you. I dance only for you, and I strip only for you, Eric." I stare deeply into his eyes.
"I understand." He swallows.