He is panting as he wraps his arms around me. Then he lets me gently fall to the floor, face down. I am weak with pleasure. He lies down next to me on the blanket, face up. He is out of breath.
He looks at me with sadness. “I should probably kill myself now,” he says to me.
I am alarmed. “What? Nooo…”
I crawl over and lay my body on top of his. I look him in the eyes and kiss him. “Why would you say that?”
“Having sex with your stepdaughter?” he said. “A pretty big no-no.”
“Shh…” I say, kissing him again. “I loved it.”
He puts his hands on my arms, and looks me seriously in the eyes. Then he puts his hands on the sides of my face and gently pulls me to him for another kiss.
“But we can never do it again,” he says seriously when he pulls away.
“Shh,” I say. “I already want to do it again.” I laugh. “I will always want more.”
“Oh, my God, I’m going to Hell,” Bill says as he closes his eyes. I laugh again, and lean down to kiss him hard. His tongue swirls inside my mouth to tangle with mine, and I know we will do it again. Often. I’m so happy he agrees with me.
Cocks and Cuckolds
“ Ah! Oh shit! Yes!” Stephen cried out as his lover pounded into his ass from behind. The fingers that held tight around his hips gripped tighter. He would probably have bruises on his hips tomorrow but he couldn’t care about that right now. “Fuck yeah!”
He snaked a hand down to his cock, stroking it to the rhythm of his lover behind him. “Come on, big boy!”
“Fuck!” Stephen heard his lover Ethan roared and growled before thrusting even harder and more erratic, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the bedroom. He sped up his hand on his own cock to match, tossing his head back from the sensation of Ethan’s thick girth rubbing against his prostate.
Ethan made one last powerful thrust then stilled, a loud gasp signaling his climax. Stephen followed him off the edge with a strangled cry not too long after, shooting his load all over his hands, torso and the sheets below.
Stephen collapsed forward onto the bed, not caring that he was basically rolling in spunk-they’d clean it up later. He only hissed slightly as Ethan withdrew his still-hard cock from his ass.
He was floating in the afterglow but he felt exhausted. Rolling to his side, he wriggled until he was on his end of the bed before pillowing his head on his arm. Moments later, the other side of the bed dipped slightly and a hairy arm came around his waist, holding him back against a solid wall of muscular body. Ethan slowly stroked Stephen’s chest and belly with his fingers as he peppered kisses along Stephen’s shoulder and nape.
Stephen loved this feeling of being surrounded. It was the best part about being with Ethan. The love and affection was clear in the way Ethan held him, clear in the way Ethan made him feel safe. The man was huge, six- four and well built. Stephen wasn’t anyone’s definition of a small man, but he felt dwarfed by his lover. When Ethan wrapped his arms around him, Stephen always felt like he was completely surrounded by Ethan. It reminded Stephen of that warm blanket he had when he was a kid, and it was nice.
It really was unfortunate that the sex wasn’t as good as he had liked.
Ethan was a fantastic lover-everything one could ask for in a partner-and Stephen loved him wholeheartedly. The only problem was that the man was a bit shy and unimaginative when it came to the bedroom. Ethan was a great top, powerful yet caring, but vanilla sex was getting a bit… routine. And boring.
Stephen had thought about introducing some… kinkier activities, like cuffs (he loved to be held down on occasion), blindfolds and a good spanking at times, but he was afraid of scaring Ethan.
He remembered the last time he’d sprung a butt plug on the man-that had been complete snafu. They managed to both orgasm at the end, but, well, it just wasn’t worth the effort of trying again. The next day Ethan had looked something between apologetic and dejected, like a lost puppy. And despite Stephen’s best effort at telling Ethan that it was okay, that there were things between them more important than kinky sex, he knew Ethan had thought about it a lot.
Stephen yawned, settling deeper into his lover’s arms.
Oh well. He was willing to forgo hot wild monkey sex for this man, so why bother thinking more about it?
“Ethan?”
The door chimed, and Stephen hadn’t paid any attention to the little jingle until when someone said his lover’s name. They were having brunch at their favorite diner. Greasy eggs, crispy bacon and continuous flow of coffee always hit the spot better than anything after working nights.
The voice belonged to another man. The man looked about Stephen’s height, but much bulkier. He had face that was what Stephen would label “easy on the eyes”-strong features without looking overly aggressive.
“Oh my God, Ethan! It is you!” the man called out with enthusiasm as he moved towards their table. “I have not seen you in a long time!”
“Aaron?” Ethan looked surprised to see the other man. “I thought you were down in California?”
“I was.” Aaron shrugged. “Got transferred up here a month ago.” He rubbed his hands together. “This is a bit unexpected.”
“Well, I’ll say,” Ethan said, smiling at Aaron. “You wanna sit down and join us?”
Aaron grinned. “Well, if you guys don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” Stephen said, finally cutting into the conversation. His lover was normally a reserved man, and didn’t warm up to people easily. The way he’d welcomed Aaron to sit told Stephen well enough that they were familiar with each other. “I’m Stephen,” he offered, reaching out his right hand.
“Aaron,” the man replied, taking Stephen’s offered hand. “You must be Ethan’s new boyfriend.”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say new,” Stephen smirked and said proudly. “We’ve been together for over two years.”
“Two years?” Aaron stared at Stephen then pan over to Ethan, who gave a shy grin as he nodded. “Wow, now I feel out of the loop!”
“I’d meant to stay in touch…” Ethan shrugged, “But I didn’t have your new phone number.”
Aaron scratched behind his head, looking a bit sheepish. “Yeah…well, considering the circumstances…”
“Meh. It’s okay,” Ethan said, dismissing it with a wave of his hand. “Water under the bridge.”
“Circumstances?” Stephen asked, curiously. He looked to Ethan with arched eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.
Ethan sighed, knowing that Stephen wouldn’t relent easily. “Aaron and I… We were together for a while before I moved up here.”
“Oh.” Stephen couldn’t think of anything to say. He’d expected Aaron to be a former roommate or colleague, not lover.
“Babe?” Ethan’s voice tore Stephen from his little reverie. “Stephen? It was ages ago.”
Stephen cleared his throat. Right. It was a long time ago. There was obviously history there, but he knew how much Ethan loved him. “Yeah, I know. Sorry. Just a bit unexpected.”
“Hey, man,” Aaron said, throwing up his hands. “Like Ethan said, it was ages ago. You’ve got nothing to worry about. I didn’t even know you guys lived in the area, to be honest.”
“Yeah, I know. I over-reacted. Sorry.” The corner of Stephen’s lips twitched in an attempt at a smile. “Coffee?” he asked, waving down a waiter. “What would you like?”
“Coffee’s fine. I’ll get some pancakes too,” Aaron flashed the waiter a toothy smile.
They ended up chatting through their brunch and well into the afternoon, only stopping to move next door to a cafe.
Despite the awkward first impressions, Aaron turned out to be a pretty decent guy. Stephen watched, supporting his head with his hand, as Aaron waved goodbye and walked out of the cafe.
