Coming awake with a jolt, my face buried in a fat pillow, I tried to scramble out of the bed, my legs tangling in a peachy coverlet. When I looked around again, I knew where I was. Sal’s bedroom. We had rolled around on his bed quite a few times, enjoying some frottage as part of some heavy make-out sessions. I was fully dressed aside from my suit jacket, tie, and dress shoes. His clock said it was ten minutes after seven. Was that p.m.? Yeah, it had to be. I untangled myself from the covers and padded in sock-covered feet to the window. Lifting the drapes aside, I took a look at the sky. The sun was low in the west, so we were coming up on night. My after-skate nap must have lasted for something like six or seven hours.
My mouth felt sticky, my teeth fuzzy. I watched Sal’s apartment complex settling in for another evening of TV and dinner with the kids. I let the drapes fall back into place and noticed that, for the moment, my head wasn’t spitting open in pain. That was nice. I needed to brush my teeth before I saw Sal. Maybe I would just sit down for a minute first. My legs felt shaky. When he came in a moment later, I was sitting in the middle of his bed, one of his nice fat pillows wedged against my stomach, and my legs folded into a lotus. He smiled at me, then walked into the room carrying a round tray with a sandwich and a bottle of creamy orange soda on it. He looked super sexy in his light-blue scrubs. “I’m glad to see you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
“Better,” I whispered, and eyed the ham on rye hungrily. My stomach grew vocal. Sal’s lips curled up into a smile. He set the tray on the nightstand, then came back to the bed. I could smell the strong aroma of the rye bread, and my mouth started to water.
“Can I sit down beside you?”
I nodded. His coloring and the sky-blue top looked great together.
“I’d like that.” The bed dipped under his weight, and he turned to grab the platter of food.
“You need to eat something and then take the aspirins in that little cup.”
I took the paper plate from him, placed it on the pillow on my lap, and lifted the sandwich. I took a huge bite. I’d never been this hungry. The bread was soft and porous, the mustard sharp, and the ham heavily smoked. When my sight flickered to Sal, he seemed to be miles away. He must have felt me looking at him, for he gave me a wan smile as I chewed noisily.
“You okay?” I asked around my mouthful of food.
“Yeah, just tired,” he replied, then fell back onto his bed. He sighed in pleasure, rested his hands on his chest, then let his eyes drift shut.
“You look like a dead man,” I joked. He made a sound of beleaguered amusement, and then what I’d said hit me. Swallowing my food was nearly impossible. “That was not at all a comment on you being sick. Shit.”
“Augie, it’s okay. You can make jokes about things, really.”
My food tasted terrible now. I placed the sandwich with the lone bite out of it on the nightstand, then let myself lie beside him, on my side. He moved onto his side as well. Shadows obscured his face. My head lay on my bent arm. I could feel his breath on my face. Warm, moist, and flavored with toothpaste.
“I told Mario that I thought I loved you,” I confessed weakly. “Now I’m pretty sure that I do.” I heard Sal inhale and exhale. “Don’t say that back because you feel guilty or some other not pure reason, okay? I just wanted you to know that.” I flopped onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
“Can I touch you?”
“Please. I really didn’t mean to say you were a dead man. That was super stupid. I still want you to be my first—that won’t ever change.”
He placed his hand on my chest. No other part of him made contact with me.
“Okay, I’m not the best with words,” he said as my heart thumped along under his fingertips. “I was raised in the Catholic Church. I don’t go much anymore because of me being queer and them being them. Don’t tell my abuela if you ever meet her.” His secret was safe with me. “But the thing they say about the body being just a vessel…that’s solid, because I think that’s true. This body, it’s not me, okay?” He tapped his fingers against his chest. I nodded. I got what he was saying. “The soul is the important thing, not the body. Your soul is who you really are—it’s the spirit inside that matters, the heart. So knowing that in your heart you love me and want me to be the first man you take inside you? Wow. That is so special, and I love that so much. And when you’re ready for that to happen, it’s going to be everything to me, because I love you too.”
Talking couldn’t happen right now, so I reached up, cupped his face, and pulled his mouth to mine. It was a sloppy kiss, what with me and Sal whispering endearments as we tongued each other’s lips.
“Let me go brush my teeth,” I said when he tried to slip his tongue into my mouth. He nipped my bottom lip before I rolled from the bed and ran to the bathroom. As I brushed up and down, I stared at myself. I thought I might see a guy who was scared about what I hoped was going to happen. But there was no fear in my eyes. They were just my old brown eyes, smoky and hot with lust, but my old, dull brown eyes. I spit, rinsed, and returned to Sal’s bedroom. He was waiting by the dresser when I entered the room. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the floor. We exchanged smoldering looks. He moved up behind me, his hands slipping around my waist to lie on my trembling stomach.
“We’ll take things slow,” he said, then placed a kiss between my shoulder blades.
My eyes drifted shut. His hands traveled downward. He unzipped my fly, then pushed a seeking hand into my briefs. His fingers brushed the head of my cock. I whimpered, and he moaned against my back. My hips bucked to fill his hand with my dick. His left hand slid lower. He cradled my balls and began stroking my cock.
“Do you like this, August?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” The reply escaped me on shaky breaths. “I’ll come soon if you don’t stop,” I coughed out a second later.
“Then come,” he murmured against my spine.
He ran his thumb over the slit, taking the droplet of precum and working it down and over the head. Some sort of gargling sound erupted out of my mouth. Sal squeezed my balls. I came so strongly it buckled my knees. His hand rolled over the head, catching as much cum as he could. My head fell back to rest beside his as the tremors slowed.
“Now we can enjoy ourselves,” he purred, then slapped his hand to my chest. He rubbed my semen into my skin, then turned me to face him. His gaze met mine and something potent flared to life in his eyes.
“I’m so glad we met,” I whispered.
“So am I,” Sal said.
I kissed him roughly, my hands pulling at his clothes. He tried to slow me down, but screw that. I wanted his body. We fell into his big peachy bed a minute later, both of us nude, our skin sizzling and sparking with yearning. I rolled onto my back to give him free access. He slid over me, kissing and teasing me with his mouth while his hard dick nestled against my stomach. His body was firm and lean, strong, the muscles flowing as I rubbed my palms over any exposed flesh I could find. His chest had a nice amount of curly black hair covering it. He lapped at my chin, nibbled at my nipples, then licked my chest clean.
“I want you inside me,” I begged as he ran his tongue around my navel, making sure he didn’t miss a drop of spunk. My fingers dove into his hair as I rotated my hips to rub my cock against him. He shook my hands off, then moved lower.
He sucked my semi-hard dick deeply into his mouth. I wiggled back on the bed to give him some room for his legs. Sal suckled boisterously, using his fingers to trace my perineum and toy with my asshole. Within minutes I was hard again and in need of more. Sal paid special attention to the head of my dick, twirling his tongue around and around as he stroked my opening, teasing it, putting pressure on it and then taking that glorious pressure away. He drove me into a mad, mindless state where my only thoughts were of him filling me as I shot my load.
“Are you close, August?”
“Yeah, close, shit, I want you in me,” I pleaded, my fists wound in the covers as I pushed on the mattress with my heels.
He slid from the bed. I let my arms go loose and watched as he opened a condom and rolled it down over his cock. He had an amazing dick, fat and long with a slight upward curve. A rush of uncertainty took over as I tried to gauge how something of that size would fit inside me. He stood at the end of the bed, working a plump line of lube over his dick, his sultry gaze never leaving my face.
“Spread your legs,” he said, with just a slight tremble in his voice. I let my knees drop to the sides. I heard his breath hitch before he climbed between my thighs. The touch of his fingers at my entrance made me jump. “This will be wonderful, I promise.”
I forced my eyes to close and just gave myself to Sal. He pressed into my ass with two fingers. I moaned loudly when he rotated those digits. Round and round, bumping my golden spot with each widening circle. I lifted my ass from the bed. He pulled two fingers out, then pushed three in. And then out. And then in. And then out. In and out, around and around, until I roared at him to fuck me.
“Tell the truth,” Sal said as he fingered me into delirium. “Are you sure you want this tonight?”
I reached for his arm, wrapping my fingers around his thick biceps. “I want you to do this now, tonight. I want you to do this for me, to me. For us.”
“August, you sure you want me to be the one? “
“Please, yes,” I panted as I dug my fingers into his arm. “I want you to be the man who does this for me. I’ve been waiting six years. I want it to be you, Sal, I do.”
I wriggled around beneath him, trying my best to entice him into throwing his qualms away. Passion flamed in his eyes.
“Thank God you showed up and walked into my life,” he growled, then fell over me.
The kiss was tender, almost sweet, and long. God, that kiss lasted forever. All the while his fingers brought me closer and closer to losing my mind. “I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he murmured between long, soft kisses.
His fingers slid out, making me gasp then groan in loss. He settled between my thighs, then took my ankles in his hands. Shaky, rapid breaths rushed out of me. I ran my tongue out to moisten my lips. Sal slowly placed my feet over his shoulders, his hot eyes locked on my face.
“Try to relax, August.”
“I’m trying.” The head of his cock slid over my ass. I trembled as he pushed my thighs against my chest, then breached me. My face screwed up in a grimace.
“Relax, August, just relax. Close your eyes if that helps,” he whispered, his gaze moving from my face downward.
He rolled his hips. I tensed. He paused. I sucked in a shuddering breath. He withdrew then pushed in a tiny bit further. Over and over we did that, until he was fully seated inside me. My brain was sending wild, erratic signals to my body. The pressure, the feeling of fullness, the incredible sensation of his cock resting inside me, the burning and pain, the smell of sex and his aftershave, the cool smoothness of his peachy bedspread under me—everything combined was almost too much. “You’re doing so good, August, so good.”
“I can’t…stop.” I placed a hand on his chest. “No, don’t stop. Ah, ah God,” I ground out when he withdrew and then pushed back into me. My hand lingered on his chest. I could feel his heart thudding under my sweaty palm. “Slow, go slow,” I begged around a grimace. My dick was embarrassingly soft and lay on my belly.
“Of course,” he replied somewhat breathlessly, then fell into a rhythm that would make me cry out for so many reasons counting them would be impossible.
“Relax, mi amante tímido,” Sal kept repeating.
The soft cadence of his words flowing over me helped a little, as did the tender look of concern on his face as he moved his hips in a circle and came. I lay on my back, my hands on my knees and my knuckles white, spellbound by the beauty of a man finding his release because of the pleasure of my body. Sal was breathtaking as his orgasm washed over him. His jaw clenched, the cords in his neck stood out, and short, hot grunts tumbled out of him.
Our eyes met, and it was all right there, at least for me. Sal leaned over me, captured my mouth, and kissed me until his cock began to slide out. I released my knees and pushed my fingers into his thick black hair as he tasted me.
He whispered something in Spanish, the same thing he’d been repeating while we had sex.
“What does that mean?” I asked, surprised by how my voice cracked.
He eased out of me, his fingers keeping the condom tight to his prick. “My shy lover.” He rolled from the bed and pattered off to the bathroom.
I moved to sit up, and winced at the flare of tenderness. I was still seated on the edge of the bed, my left leg wound up in the peach bedcover, when Sal emerged from the bathroom with wet hair and a small white tub of something in his hand. He walked over to stand in front of me. I lifted my gaze from his semi-flaccid cock to his face. Was I imagining what I was seeing in his gaze?
“This is for you,” he said, then bent down to steal a kiss. “Lie back.” I cocked an eyebrow. Sal gave me a sassy sort of look. “It’s to help with the discomfort you’re feeling.”
“What’s in it?” I wasn’t sure about smearing goop with unknown ingredients on my asshole.
Sal turned the tub around and read off the ingredients, am amused smile working at the corners of his mouth.
“Virgin olive oil, avocado oil, some beeswax and honey. It’s all organic, and it works, trust me. Now lie down and let me attend to my lover.”
“My lover. I like the sound of that,” I said, then pulled him down by the back of the neck for another deep kiss.
When I fell onto my back, I tugged Sal with me. We spent a couple of minutes making out, and then I allowed Sal to rub some of his magic butt balm on my tender ass. The touch of his fingers smoothing the slick cream around my entrance sent tingles of want up my spine. My dick started to fatten up. A low rumble of pleasure escaped me.
“I like that,” I told him, then buried my face in the mattress.
“I can tell,” he replied as his hand eased away from between my legs.
I felt him leave the bed, and rolled onto my side. The balm seemed to be helping numb the area. Sal placed the tub on the nightstand, then crawled into bed. I curled up beside him after we had the covers up to our chins. My head rested on his biceps as we stared at the ceiling.
“Thanks for being so good with all that,” I said, and rolled my head to the left so I could see his profile. His nose looked bigger from the side, but I liked it. I also liked the burn on my face from his beard.
“Thank you for trusting me so much,” he replied, then let his head roll on the thick pillow it rested on. I gazed into pools of rich cocoa. “You’re something special, August Miles.”
“Not so special. Just a hockey player,” I mumbled, then crawled over him.
His eyes rounded, but a sinful smile overtook him when I grabbed our cocks in one hand and began stroking them. I waggled a brow. Sal chuckled deeply.
“I can see that having a hockey player as a lover is going to be a hell of a ride. Maybe I should grab a nap so you don’t exhaust me.”
“You’ll be fine,” I said quickly, then tried my best for the rest of that hot, sensual night to wear him out.