Epilogue

The headboard was my idea. I had only myself to blame.

“Joel!” I yelled. No answer. I tried to tug at the silky rope which bound my hands to the wooden plank above my head. The headboard creaked, but the rope held fast. I wouldn’t destroy furniture just yet.

We kept Joel’s bed when I moved in, but I took my sofa. It was longer and more comfortable than Joel’s designer one. I sublet my apartment to one of Adam’s dance colleagues—a young man with big, innocent eyes, not unlike Adam’s. Luckily, he had none of Adam’s dangerous sexual energy.

We visited the guys frequently, but it rarely became more than an evening of delicious food and friendly banter. Joel still enjoyed being watched from time to time, though, to Adam’s immense delight.

My mom loved Joel’s house. Or our house as Joel insisted I called it. I mean, I liked it, too. Mostly because it had Joel in it. But my mother visited a little too often and stayed a little too long for my taste. Tonight, she and Joel had chatted incessantly about everything from wine and the towns on the coast of southern Spain to current trends in winter attire and, god help me, my mother’s sex life. And while their friendship made me happy, I felt obliged to right out ask her to leave immediately after dessert.

Since I had stopped working at Sandstrom Studios and focused on my own projects, Joel and I saw each other less during the week. I missed him, and, selfishly yet understandably, I wanted him for myself on Friday evenings. Mom made fun of me for being a lovesick fool, and Joel laughed with her. I didn’t give a damn she thought I was in way too deep. For one, it was true; for another,, this lovesick fool was horny as fuck. When the door finally closed behind her, I was ready to bend Joel over the kitchen table and spank his ass before I fucked his way-too-smart brains out.

How did I end up naked and tied to the headboard instead? Same explanation—a lovesick fool. And where the fuck was Joel?

“Joel!” I shouted.

“Just a minute,” he replied calmly, from somewhere in the house.

“Damn it, Joel, what’s taking you so long?” I grumbled and shifted on the bed. My back itched, and my feet were going numb. “It’s cold!” I yelled again.

I heard Joel laugh. “Then cover yourself up!” he yelled back.

“Very funny!” I kicked at the blankets tangled into a heap at the foot of the bed.

Joel emerged through the bedroom door, and I stopped complaining. The room got warmer the instant I saw him.

Naked, he leaned against the doorframe and ran his hand down his torso. The tan from our summer vacation was still visible, ending low around his defined hips. I followed the neatly trimmed happy trail. His cock was hard already. I groaned. He chuckled, and my eyes shot up to his face…his tousled, golden hair, short stubble around his fucking perfect lips, bright blue eyes scanning my helpless body …

“Joel, if you don’t come here within the next three seconds I am ripping the headboard off.”

“I’d love to see that,” Joel said, and reached down to stroke himself slowly.

I tugged again, and the wood groaned.

“It was expensive, Tyler,” Joel reproached, smirking, and stepped closer. One hand round his erection, he lifted the other hand and showed me two items between his fingers. A small bottle of lube. And a large plug. It was bright blue and fat, shaped like a bullet, the handle round. My thoughts zoomed in on the sex toy; warmth of anticipation spread from my groin and spilled into my stomach.

“Open your legs,” Joel said.

I obeyed, not even thinking about it. I put my feet on the bedding, knees wide apart, and waited. I fucking loved it when Joel got bossy with me.

The mattress sank when Joel kneeled between my legs and put the plug on my stomach, balancing it in the shallow dip of my belly button. I drew in a breath. By that point, my cock was painfully hard. Joel ignored it and pushed on my legs until I was folded in half, my feet in the air and ass exposed.

“You look so pretty,” Joel teased.

“Joel,” I warned, and he laughed before he bent down and licked right over my hole with no preamble.

“Fuck!” I yelped, electrocuted. But he just went on, firm circles of his tongue over my pucker, and in no time, he had me moaning with a mix of mind-numbing pleasure and sharp frustration. My ass felt achingly empty, and my cock had no friction whatsoever. It was rock hard and weeping as the head nudged the plug which just lay there on my belly, bracketed by my thighs. My hands were tied to the fucking headboard. I had only myself to blame.

“Baby, please,” I whined.

Joel’s fingers dug into my ass cheeks, and the flat of his tongue glided up and down over my entrance. He hummed.

It felt like eternity.

I was begging shamelessly, rocking my hips against his mouth, when he finally licked inside me and wiggled his tongue. The tendrils of pleasure spread from my ass into my balls, and I whimpered with relief. And then it wasn’t enough. He was tongue-fucking me with purpose, and all the nerve endings in my asshole sang while my cock hurt and my brain cooked.

He rose fast as lightning, wiped his mouth carelessly with the back of his hand and grabbed the lube bottle. He slicked himself generously, and before I could say his name, his cock was forcing into me. I pushed back, ravenous for the fullness and burn it brought.

I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to tear me apart, and I was hungry for it. Unable to speak, I could only moan when he retreated and slammed back into me, the invasion both brutal and so very welcome. By the time he found a rhythm and was fucking me deep and fast, I was chanting my approval, my muscles loose and body open, the pleasure each stroke brought, explosive. He didn’t touch my cock, which was lucky. If he had, I’d have come instantaneously.

“No!” I shouted when he retreated, leaving my hole gaping open. My eyes squeezed shut, I rattled the headboard.

“Stop it, Tyler! Don’t move!” Joel ordered.

A firm something pressed on my opening, inched deeper, and it stretched me, stretched, and stretched me to capacity. I had forgotten about the plug. I heard myself groan, not sure if it was pleasurable anymore, and then the plug slid inside. My ring clamped on its narrow part, my insides molded around the fat invasion and once again, I felt all-soothing relief. I exhaled with bliss.

But then the intruder began buzzing.

“Fuuuck!” I yelled, my body bowing without my permission. Joel chuckled between my legs and licked the underside of my cock. My hips rolled, and I thrashed, the plug’s vibrations sending me into a frenzy of need.

“Joel! Baby, please! Joel!” I babbled. I couldn’t see.

The bed shifted, mattress protesting, and a slick hand clasped my cock, stroking. I felt heat around the head of my cock and my eyes flew open. Straddling me, his dick pointing right at my face, Joel sank down, his body tightening around my erection.

“Love you, Tyler,” Joel sighed and circled his hips.

With the plug vibrating inside me and my cock inside Joel’s perfect ass, there was no way I’d last more than a minute. I gritted my teeth, but I was helpless. He rode me hard and fast, his hand flying over his cock, his face a perfect image of ecstasy. I stared at him open-mouthed. Loud incoherent sounds flew out of me, and my whole lower body felt like it vibrated with the plug, waves peaking in sync with Joel’s hips.

“Tyler!” he exclaimed, and oh, thank god, the first drops of his come landed on my chest.

I let go of the last straw of desperate self-control and fell. My cock erupted inside Joel, and I roared, the vibrations prolonging my orgasm until I was twitching. Joel reached back and pulled the plug out of my spasming hole, the widest part of it wreaking havoc on my body as it popped out. I tensed and spurted once more before the orgasm dissolved into warm tingles.

He untied me and rolled onto his stomach next to me, ass tilted up, legs spread. Knowing what he offered me, I forced my limp body to move. First, I caressed his pucker. Using two fingers I gathered the come that escaped his hole and pushed it back. My cock still hard, I lay on top of him and sunk back inside him. Now, I could unwind and let the last of the exhilaration dissolve into bone-deep satisfaction. I rolled my hips slowly, enjoying the slickness and heat around my cock. It was my own private paradise—Joel’s body, warm and pliant, his asshole drenched with my come, my lips on the velvety skin of his neck and shoulders, my nostrils filled with the smell of his hair and sweat and sex… Just one more minute.

Joel sighed with contentment.

Only when I’d softened, he would get up reluctantly, and we’d go shower.

“I’d stay inside you for the whole night if I could,” I’d tell him.

“We can keep trying,” he’d reply.