An acquired taste.
and Al do not belong to me, I am only borrowing them and promise to return them
as soon as I am finished. No infringement to copyright or disrespect intended.
Summary: Sam is slowly
but surely rebuilding his life with Al. Sex happens.
This story is a part of my 'Prelude to a Leapí universe and takes place after
ĎFirst Timesí. Please be aware that this story is unbetaed and contains Australian
spelling. If you find a mistake please feel free to point it out to me.
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Voices engaged in lively conversation and the sounds of
activity fill the air, the familiar clatter of cookware and a very vocal cook
shouting orders from the kitchen adding to the distinctive truck-stop
atmosphere.† According to the sign
outside Pedroís is the last gas stop for 25 miles and while there was plenty
happening on the tarmac outside,† inside
is clearly where all the Friday night action was taking place.
I guess the majority of people wouldnít consider a fuelling
station the most intimate of places, but Al knows more about the Stallionís
Gate and Springís area than I do, so it was easier to just let him decide where
we would have a first meal out together. Itís not really a date; at least I
donít think thatís what he had in mind when he suggested a night out for a
Iím not sure.
The thought that Al may have intended something special for
tonight leaves me feeling unsettled. I am still wearing the same clothes that
Iíve worn all day and although I am presentable enough for our current setting
Iím certainly not as fresh as I could be with a little notice. All I can think
is that if there was something significant about today then surely he would
have told me.
I focus on the menu I have been given, trying to decide what
Iíll have to eat and to relax. Al says we used to come here, but I donít
remember it. I still donít remember a lot of things. Like how we negotiated our
needs with one another. We must have in past and yet I have no idea where to
The last few weeks have gone by so quickly, that itís
difficult to explain.
Waking up next to Al that first morning was in many ways the
welcome home I had yearned for, but didnít know I could have, or even wanted.
It was though. I had never felt more content, warm and comfortable after so
many years of feeling cold and adrift. I moved back into the house with him
later the same day and for the most part we have gotten on with our lives.
Technically I know we have been lovers for many years, but
as I have no memory of those times I continue to think of all things as new. Al
had been right, much of what did together, usually under the cover of darkness
and in the privacy of our bedroom was unique, different to my previous
encounters with women and yet satisfying in ways I never imagined. Not that I
can ever recall imaging sex with Al before I leaped home.
He still prefers that we create new memories rather than
tell me how things used to be between us and I guess that is what I need to
talk to him about.
Generally he lets me set the pace of what we do together and
for the last month itís all been slow and careful. Not surprising perhaps is
that Al is attentive and affectionate. Skilled and experienced in ways I could
only hope to emulate, but even as he has continued to introduce me to new, more
sensuous ways of pleasing one another I know there is something he was
avoiding. I am not completely inexperienced and while I had never been with a
man prior to Al I had a basic understanding of what being with one meant.
A nudge from beneath the table brings me back to the here
and now and I look up at Al.
ďAre you sure this place is okay, Sam?Ē
Itís a little noisy, but it seems fine; typical of other
truck stops and diners across the country.†
I smile and lean forward, raising my voice to compensate for the din
ďDid we come here a lot?Ē
ďAll the time. There wasnít much around in the days before
and what we have now always has a queue a mile long.Ē† Al returns my smile and then announces, ďIím
going to have the steak. How about you kid, what do you feel like?Ē
Weíve eaten in every night since I moved back to the house
and while I canít complain about his cooking itís good to have a change.
ďMaybe something light,Ē I say. ďThe salad I think.Ē
Al shakes his head, feigning concern.
ďYouíre not gonna keep your strength up with a couple of
pieces of wilted lettuce,Ē he informs me.
Iím about to tell Al that I was planning on adding tuna to
my salad when he winks at me and understanding finally† dawns.†
I feel myself colour; heat rising to my cheeks. I duck my head, more
embarrassed that I walked, figuratively speaking, into one of Alís setups than
the idea that he has just announced to anyone closer enough to hear that I need
to keep my strength up.
There is no doubt that Al has more stamina than many men
half his age. The last few weeks have been an awakening of sorts to just how fit
he is. Still, usually he keeps his teasing to a bare minimum when there are
other people around.
I know I need to talk to him; ask some questions about the
two of us, but this is hardly the place to have that particular conversation. I
wonder though, if now might be an opportunity to at least start it.
A shift in the crowd of diners still waiting to be seated
makes me pause however, and I look up.
One of the waitressesí approaches with the drinks we have
ordered and we both sit back while she places a beer in front of me and a black
coffee in front of Al.
ďHave you decide what you want to eat?Ē she inquires once
she has finished. A pencil held at the ready to take down our order.
Al offers her one of his patented smiles. Twisting in his
seat he slings one arm along the shoulder of the booth and leans back to give
her his full attention. I may not remember our life before I leaped, but there
is no forgetting Al turning on the Calavicci charm.††
ďYeah, I think weíre ready,Ē he begins.† ďIíll have the steak, baked potato instead of
fries. And,Ē he adds, handing her back his menu. ďIíll have a piece of cherry
pie for desert. Iím in the mood for something sweet.Ē
Iím sure she has heard worse, but still. Alís lines havenít
improved over the years. She looks to me next and with Al grinning at me across
the table I do my best to keep a straight face.
I place my order without further input from Al and the
waitress heads back towards the kitchen. We fall quiet then, but with all the
noise around us itís not uncomfortable. I sip my beer and watch Al drink his
coffee, setting the cup to one side of the table when he is finished. He
glances at me a few times and at our fellow diners, happy it seems to just
check the messages on his cell phone as we wait for our meals.
When I came home Al explained who knew about the two of us
and who didnít. He didnít provide details, but the reasons why some of our
colleagues had not been informed became obvious within days.† From what I have learnt acceptance for
relationships like ours hasnít changed much in all the years I was leaping and
public displays of affection in places like this are still frowned upon. Al
also told me that we donít flaunt what we share, which I know is wise.
Of course there are plenty of ways to communicate and with
that in mind I readjust my legs under the table, making sure that they press
against Alís. The gesture has an immediate response and he looks over at me
again, his eyes going wide when I slip out of one of my loafers and slide my
bare foot under the hem of his slacks.
ďIíve been thinking,Ē I begin, my foot slowly working its
way up the inside of Alís leg.
ďCareful, Sam,Ē he warns.
The double innuendo is too much to ignore and I roll my
eyes. ďI was going to say I was thinking about the weekend and how we might
Once again I watch as Al checks out the diners closest to
us; his eyes darting from one group to the next, then clearly satisfied that no
one in the immediate vicinity is paying attention to us he leans across the
booth, his voice dropping a sultry level. ďOh,Ē he leers, ďLet me guess, youíve
got something in mind.Ē
Al arches an eyebrow at me and I canít help but smile. He
can be completely incorrigible sometimes and I know I really shouldnít
encourage him, still if it gets us talking on the same subject then itís for a
good cause I decide. Extracting my foot from his pant leg I slip into my loafer
again and sit up straighter in my seat. Al looks a bit disappointed, but I know
he understands. There is no point being obvious and while it appears that no
one is listening to our conversation it doesnít mean they arenít watching us.
I take another sip of my beer and lean forward again. ďI
thought we might try something,Ē I say quietly, making sure that it is only Al
that can hear me.
As expected his curiosity is piqued. Al seems to like it
when I take the initiative. I know itís because he is still hoping my memory
will return, even though he says it doesnít matter.†
I shrug my shoulders noncommittally and drain my glass.
My reply is ambiguous enough to give Al something to think
about. Maybe even let him get used to the idea that I am willing to step
outside the comfort zone we have created for ourselves and try new things.
Our meals arrive while he is still pondering a response and
the subject is changed to less obscure subjects. The weather, which is
apparently drier than usual and the baseball game that Al wants to watch over
Our first evening out is deemed a success and after Al
finishes his cherry pie, taking the time to chase the last crumb around his
plate and lick his spoon, he drives us home again.† I reach out to him as we drive, placing my
hand on his thigh. It seems natural, as if itís something Iíve done before; a
feeling that is confirmed when he covers my hand with his own, lacing our
fingers together and squeezing them gently as he holds them in his lap.† He keeps both eyes on the road ahead of us,
but I note the corner of his lips curve into a small smile that lingers for the
duration of the trip.
Al parks the car in the drive way of the house when we
arrive and turns off the engine. Our neighbourhood is very quiet. The street only
has three houses and according to Al the surrounding land has remained untouched
for all the years he has lived here. The houses either side of ours are in
darkness, suggesting that no one is home yet or that maybe they have gone away
for the weekend.
A shooting star darts across the sky overhead just as we are
releasing our seatbelts and we sit for a moment waiting for it to light up the
desert landscape.† †
I had forgotten how beautiful it is here and I glance over
at Al; reminded of how much I love him and how lucky I am to have him in my
life. His face is shadowed as he continues to look skyward, searching for
another star I guess and I reach for him again. This time smoothing his aging
cheek with the back of my hand.
ďWe should go inside,Ē I suggest.
I let my hand fall away, resting it on Alís shoulder as he
turns to face me. His dark eyes meeting mine in the relative privacy of the car
just before he leans in to kiss me.† His
mouth is soft and considering where we are I donít expect more than a brief
press of lips. It is not the case however.†
One of his warm hands appears to stroke over my jaw and the other to
thread through my hair; his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. Weíve never
done anything like this outside the house, but I give in without really
thinking about it, twisting in the confines of the car to meet Al halfway and
to return his kiss with equal enthusiasm.
It is difficult to know how long it goes on. I can feel
myself stirring when headlights illuminate the interior of the car and Al pulls
back. A large dark-coloured SUV passes behind us and pulls up next door. We are
both breathing pretty heavily and neither of us speak as we wait for our
neighbours to exit their vehicle and go inside.
After a minute or two Al and I follow suit.† †
The door is no sooner closed behind us before he is on me
again, crowding me up against solid timber that separates us from the outside
world with the full weight of his body. Iíve never known Al to be so directive,
not like this and it is only when his mouth descends on mine, kissing me breathless
I realise that he has no intention of waiting until we retire for the night
like he usually does. †His hands seem to
be everywhere at once; one pulling my shirt from my jeans and the other sliding
around the back of my head to hold me in place as he moves to my throat. I strain
my neck to give him better access, my head spinning and my dick twitching to
life as he alternates between biting and sucking on the chorded muscle. I close
my eyes, moaning unashamedly, it feels so good.
I try to reciprocate, to let Al know that I like what he is
doing, but itís difficult to move and I have to settle for taking a hold of his
hips. A leg is inserted between my own and I can feel him getting hard as he
undulates against me; his straying hand slowly slipping the buttons on my shirt
while he continues to mark me. He ducks his head as soon as the task is
accomplished, his mouth moving lower to my chest, lapping and sucking once
again until he reaches his goal.† The
sensation of his tongue circling my nipple goes straight to my groin. I open my
eyes and arch my back, silently begging him to take the small nub in his mouth
then moan again when he does. My response to this particular form of simulation
never ceases to surprise me and for a few moments all I can think is how good
it is. It feels incredible to have Al touch me this way and it is only when I
note him working to open my jeans that I know I need to slow things down.
I have plans for tonight and they donít include coming in my
jeans and itís with some effort that I push him away. Al head comes up, but we
havenít bothered with the lights so itís a little hard to make out his
ďIs something wrong?Ē †He sounds confused and slightly out of breath.
I shake my head; feeling a little winded myself. ďNo.Ē
I still have a firm hold on Alís hips and I lean in and kiss
him, doing the only thing I can think of to reassure him. We are both hard though
and itís difficult to think, to remember what I am trying to achieve,
especially when he immediately tries to heat things up again. Pulling away is
no easier the second time and I know he has got to be wondering whatís going
on. Relinquishing my hold on him I side-step away from the door.
With Al nothing is that easy and he reaches for me as I
attempt to move further into the room, catching me around my waist and swinging
me around, once again taking me in his arms. It feels like weíre dancing and I
canít help but laugh and then groan as he grinds us together.
ďYou have a one track mind,Ē I tell him, still trying to
ďOh and you donít Sam? I thought you wanted to try something
I still donít know itís new or not. If Al and I have
previously discussed intercourse and agreed it wasnít something we wanted to
indulge in or if there was some other reason he seemed to be excluding the possibility?
The thought of being a part of him, of joining together when we made love
seemed a natural progression of what we already shared and the more I think
about it, the more I know I want it.
ďI do.Ē This said as I finally succeed in freeing myself.
Thankfully, Al appears to get the hint and I remain
unmolested while he reaches for the living-room light, turning it on. The room
is flooded with 100 watts of electricity. Itís harsh and unforgiving; too
bright and I shield my eyes.
ďI just want to make it last,Ē I explain, keeping the
distance between us, ďI also need to take a shower.Ē
Alís face is flushed and the outline of his erection is
clearly visible through his slacks and I guess Iím in no better shape. He
doesnít appear angry though, just a little frustrated. Something I am planning
to remedy very soon. I have no intention of asking for what I want without
proper preparation and I take another step towards the hallway.
ďI wonít take long, I promise.Ē
I donít invite Al to join me in the shower or wait for his
reply. I make a beeline for the bathroom, turn on the water and strip off. Itís
a relief to get my jeans off. Iím still hard and while I want to wait for Al I
stroke my length a couple of times, just to take the edge off, then get on with
the business at hand.
I work through my shower in record time, washing and rinsing
then turn off the water. I half expect Al to come in while Iím drying myself
off to try and continue what he started in the car, but he doesnít show.
The house is mostly dark when I exit the bathroom. There is
a soft light emanating from our bedroom and thatís where I find Al, sitting on
our turned down bed, sans most of his clothes. He looks up when I enter,
appraising me with loving eyes. I havenít bothered with my usual sleepwear and
I know the towel I have wrapped around my hips doesnít leave much to the
I feel something warm take shape behind my ribs as his eyes
move over me.† I enjoy the way Al looks
at me, itís open and appreciative.† Itís
also a complete contradiction I realise, especially when I think about how
easily he can make me blush with his off-colour jokes. Still, I have to
acknowledge, itís different when itís just the two of us. I remember the first
night we spent together, recalling that it was his open appraisal of me that
gave me the strength I needed to move things forward with him. Itís almost as
if seeing myself through his eyes makes me braver somehow. I can do things I
never imagined before; ask for things I never thought I wanted.
Crossing the threshold of the room we share shouldnít feel
different to any other time and yet it does. The mood between us feels far
removed from before. Less urgent and more set. I still donít know how we were
before or if he will understand why what I want for tonight is so important to
me, I only know that I want to be everything to him.†
Alís arms lift, encouraging me forward as I come to stand in
front of him then bend in the circle of his embrace to press my lips to his. My
heart skipping a beat and my body stirring once again. I take his face in my
hands, lapping and biting at his mouth, jaw and throat, listening for the small
sounds of pleasure he makes as I mark him in much the same way he had me
earlier. My erection had waned some during my shower but fills and lengthens as
Al moans against my mouth, his obvious enjoyment adding to my confidence. I
pour everything I have learnt over the last few weeks into my ministrations;
staking my claim on him, body and soul and revel in his responses.
Large warm hands stroke over my hips and down my thighs,
squeezing and kneading when I suck his tongue into my mouth then offer my own
in return. Both of us lost in the exchange, the sounds and the sensation and
itís only when I endeavour to move things along and pull back that the same warm
hands travel upward again to bury beneath my towel and to wrap around my cock.
Itís unexpected, though I guess it shouldnít be.
I groan aloud and look down at Al.
ďGot to taste you,Ē he tells me, already tugging the towels
out of the way and dropping it on the floor at my feet.
The pupils in Alís eyes are huge, his lips bruised, his jaw
rubbed red but I know that he is just as aroused as I am.
I also know that he loves going down on me and while this
isnít exactly what I had in mind I donít try to dissuade him when he angles my
hips to his satisfaction then leans forward to swipe his tongue from the base
to tip. Broadening my stance I use one of his shoulders for support and tangle
my free hand in his hair when he takes me in mouth; humming around my length
and sending shivers up my spine. It feels better than good, incredible in fact
and looks and sounds like something out of an x rated movie.
For the briefest of moments I simply enjoy the view and the
sweet suction my lover applies to my member, moaning each time he grazes his
teeth around the crown. I close my eyes momentarily, breathing through my nose.
As good as this feels I know that I canít lose myself in it, canít let Al get
carried away. I donít spend a lot time pondering where he gained his obvious
skill for this particular act, but it doesnít matter because he is very good at
it and I need to pay attention.
It is no use of course.†
My legs are already beginning to shake and the urge to thrust is
becoming stronger by the second.† I
squeeze Alís shoulder and tug gently at his hair, attempting to warn him as I
withdraw, then use my position to ease him backward on to the bed.
There is no resistance from Al and I stand up again, doing
my best to ignore the throbbing between my legs as I survey the sight he makes
sprawled across the covers. His hard-on is barely contained inside his
underwear and the shirt, which he has unbuttoned but left on, hangs loosely at
his sides, framing his torso in red silk.
Al stretches as I standover him; slow and sexy, folding his
arms behind his head and spreading his legs. ďYou look like a man with a plan
Sam,Ē he remarks.
For the first time since I entered our room I feel myself
hesitate. I know what I want, but finding the right words seems elusive all of
a sudden. ďI am,Ē I tell him.
ďWill I like it?Ē he returns, his voice pitched low.
I donít answer and turn instead to retrieve the lube from
the bedside table then switch off the lamp. I can feel Alís eyes tracking my
movements, his curiosity as palpable as the desire circulating between us. Dropping
the lube on the bed I lay down beside him, smoothing over his bare chest and
down lower as I release him from the confines on his underwear. Cupping the
sensitive skin between his legs and gently rolling the precious content in the
palm of my hand. He moans at the contact and rolls towards me, hooking one of
his legs over mine and forcing our hip together, his lips seeking mine once
more. There is little finesse this time; itís all tongue and teeth, rough
cheeks and the distinctive scent of male musk.†
Our bodies pressed hard against one another, rocking together in what is
now a familiar and most welcome embrace.†
I can feel Alís hands moving over me as we kiss, stroking
over my back and shoulders.† Giving and
accepting without question, waiting I realise, for me to decide where we go
from here. I know my moment of truth has arrived and it is with a renewed sense
of purpose that I pull back from him, and then reach behind me for what I need.
The lube is where I left it and I hold it out to Al.
ďWhat did you want me to do with this?Ē he asks, taking it
from me. His eyes dark, questioning.
The last thing I want is for Al to think that I havenít been
satisfied with our love making so far, because that could not be further from
the truth. Yes, some of it had taken time to get used to; to acquire the taste,
Al would say, but I know he loves me and would give me back all the years we
have lost if it were within his power to do so.
My mouth has gone dry and I lick my lips, attempting to
moisten them. I can feel the blood pounding in my ears, my heart hammering
against my ribs. ďI want you to put your fingers inside of meÖĒ† I manage.
I can see Al blinking at me. For a moment it feels like the
world around us has slowed down and we are both caught in the inevitable drag
of the planetís changed orbit. †Alís
unspoken Ďandí hangs in the space
between us. I know he is expecting me to say more, explain myself, but the
words seemed to be firmly lodged in my throat. I swallow hard. ďSo that you
The last comes out broken, unrehearsed and I am not
surprised when Al rolls on to his back and props himself up on his elbows to
stare at me.
ďAre you sure thatís what you want, Sam?Ē He sounds unsure,
as if he canít quite believe what I had said.
I swallow again. ďMore than anything,Ē I tell him.
Itís difficult to know if Al believes me or not. Granted Iím
not usually this forthright, but I feel like I have missed something important.
I sit up, folding my legs in front of me and look over at him.
ďCan you tell me why?Ē he asks, the tube of lubricant I had
given him still held in one of his hands.
Alís question is not unexpected, not when I consider how
careful he has been with me since I came home. I need him to understand though,
that while a great deal of the physical relationship we share is new to me, I
am not afraid. I can take the rough with the smooth. If it turns out that
having penetrative sex with him isnít something I want to repeat then at least
we have had the opportunity to find out.
ďBecause I love you, am in love with you, and I want to
share myself with you in every way possible.Ē
Iím not sure what Al thought I was going say, but it is
clear my response isnít what he was anticipating.
In all the years we have known one another I never imagined
feeling the way I do about Al. I donít think I have ever loved anyone more, but
as the silence stretches I realise that I probably should have told him more
ďWas it something we used to do?Ē I chance, attempting to
keep the conversation going. ďBefore I leaped, I mean?Ē
Al still sounds slightly overwhelmed, but I canít help
Itís too dark to tell for sure, but I have no doubt that Al
is rolling his eyes at me. He doesnít answer me; he does however recover the
space between us. One of his hands wrapping around the back of head to hold me
close as he covers my mouth with his own. I close my eyes, allowing him to
guide our kiss. I am not sure what memories my request has awaken, but the
depth of emotion and longing he shares with me is reminiscent of my first days
home and it is only when he pulls back again that I glimpse just how affected
Alís eyes are bright and his breathing uneven. He doesnít
say anything straight away and it is obvious that he is choosing his words carefully.
I lean in, caressing his cheek with the back of my hand, wanting to reassure
him. My sprites lifting as he turns head slightly to kiss my fingers then takes
my hand in his own, settling both in his lap.†
ďIím not going to fuck you,Ē he begins, squeezing my hand to
stop me interrupting him when I open my mouth to do exactly that. ďNot this
time,Ē he goes on, ďbut if itís what you want Sam then I will make love to
ďIt is,Ē I say. Too quickly is seems when he cuts me off
ďYou have to promise me something first.Ē
Al is so serious that it makes my chest hurt. ďWhatever you
want,Ē I tell him.
ďYou have to let tell me if you change your mind. Or if at
any stage you want to stop, you have say so. Promise me Sam.Ē
I nod again. ďI promise.Ē
Alís eyes are too bright, his breathing no better than
before, but the simple gesture of raising our joined hands once more and pressing
soft lips to the backs of my fingers is enough to tell me that he satisfied
with my answer. I smile at him through the dark, once again, hoping to reassure
No more is said. He retreats next. Stepping off the side of
the bed to strip himself of his underwear and shirt, bending then to tug the
bedding down. I lift up, helping where I can as he drags the covers to the foot
of the bed. I rearrange myself almost in the centre of the large mattress once
the task is complete and wait for Al to join me.
Iíve been thinking about this for some time and yet now the
moment has finally arrived I am not sure what to do. I look up as Al climbs
back on to the bed beside me.
ďWhat should I do?Ē I ask him.
Our pillows are removed and Al guides me to the top of the
bed and to lie down. The warmth of his body covering my own, his length hard and
insistent as it drags against my stomach. Brushing my hair out of my eyes he
kisses me again, lapping at the side of my mouth and tracing the shape of my
lips with the tips of his fingers before he moves lower; smoothing over my
chest, bending my knees and tilting my hips back. †
My position isnít overly comfortable, or flattering, but I
do my best to hold it as long as I can; understanding that itís what Al needs from
me right now. The reality of what we are about to do sinking in as he settles
himself between my legs. The idea that he will soon be a part of me and that
when he comes he will be inside of me is enough to make my chest swell and my
I sling an arm over my eyes and try to calm my breathing. I
donít want Al to think that I have changed my mind. My legs are already
beginning to tremble though and itís a relief when instead of asking me if Iím
okay, I note him carefully lowering one to the bed; angling it away from my
body and lifting the other to rest over his shoulder.
The familiar sounds of the lube being opened and Al
squirting a liberal amount into his hands to prepare us both with seems
unusually loud in the ongoing quiet of our room.
ďThis will be easier if you focus on the prize,Ē he tells me.
I know that Al is trying to explain something to me, but I
donít understand until he lifts my arm away from my eyes and guides my hand
down to wrap around the base of my erection; encouraging me to stroke myself.
Iím not used to touching myself in front of anyone, even Al. It feels a little
strange but I do as he says, trusting him in this as I do all things.†
The first sweep of Alís fingers across my perineum is not
unexpected and yet my breath catches all the same. I close my eyes and tip my
head back, reminding myself to relax as he circles my hole then presses against
it. My body gives at the intrusion, opening and accepting with only the
smallest amount of resistance. I sigh in relief. It feels different to what I
thought, but good and I touch myself using lazy strokes as Al ease out and then
pushes all the way in again; smiling to myself when he drops a kiss, then
gently bites the inside of my thigh.
As a doctor I am fully aware of the workings of my body and
the bundle of nerve endings that surround the human anus, but itís only when Al
attempts to insert another finger alongside the first that I truly appreciate
how many there are. There is more resistance this time, I can feel the stretch and
pull of over sensitive skin as he works to open me, his blunt fingers probing;
begging admittance until he finally pushes inside.††
I open my eyes to look down at him. His face is cast in
shadow once more, but his concentration is written in the curve of his body and
the focus he applies to my comfort. My heart is pounding now and my dick aching
as he slowly withdraws again and then pushes back into me, his fingers
twisting, searching I realise, with the first brush of my prostate.† I moan aloud. My spine stiffening. The spark
of pleasure is shocking, breathtaking. I let go of my cock, clutching blindly
for the sheets as I bear down, chasing the sensation and more than anything
wanting Al to do it again.
His head comes up and our eyes meet. ďYou like that?Ē
Iím not sure I can speak. I swallow hard, then swallow
again. My legs are shaking of their own accord and my heart is beating so fast
that it feels as if it might actually burst from my chest.† I bite my bottom lip and nod.
Alís grin is endearing.†
ďI thought you might,Ē he tells me, clearly pleased with himself, then
asks. ďDo you want me to do it again?Ē
I still donít trust my voice and I nod for a second time.
True to his word I feel Alís fingers flex and twist,
withdrawing a little before sliding back in, searching once more for the gland
deep inside of me; nerve endings short-circuiting when he locates it. My body
jerks and my hands grope for purchase on the bed. Itís good and too much all at
once. I roll my hips, trying to open myself further. †
My cock is lying flat against my stomach and I take hold of
it again, mirroring Alís movements as he strokes inside of me. The wet sound of
him slowly fucking me with his fingers and my own ragged breathing filling the
air. It feels amazing, better than I imagined. By the time he forces a third
finger into me, I can barely think straight or recall that there is more I want.
I can feel the tell-tale signs of my climax coiling in my
groin and I let go of my length, rising off the bed and almost bending myself
in half as I reach for Al, stilling his hand.†
ďI needÖĒ I get out, but no more.†
Thankfully it appears that no more is required. Alís eyes
are wild, ablaze with unmet need and I know he understands, that we are both
very close. He hushes me gently and I ease myself back down on to the bed as he
carefully withdraws he fingers and wipes them on the sheets.
I feel open, ready. Strangely calm despite my heart
hammering in my chest and the sharp edge of my arousal rising steadily,
threatening to overtake me as the leg he has been supporting for me is once
again lowered to the bed and like its twin is angled away from body. Al sits
back then, his eyes fixed with mine, his breathing as irregular as my own as he
smooths over the tendons close to my crotch but carefully avoids the area where
I need him most. †
Everything he does is a testament to how much he loves me
and I know that this will be no different. Still, tears prickle at the corners
of my eyes again as I watch him retrieve the lube and coat himself; rising to
his knees next to stare down at me.
ďTell me if itís too much,Ē he says. The emotion evident in
his voice as slides his arms under my backside and drags me into his lap. The
heat of his erection poised against my hole when he bends forward again.
Alís head comes to rest against my shoulder and I wrap one
hand around the back of his neck and reach down to knead his rear, holding him
close as I register the first push and then the pull and slow burn as he enters
me. I fight the urge to cry out; clinging to him, reminding myself to breathe, that
I want this, want Al inside of me. His body is covered in a fine sheen of
perspiration and my hands slip and slide as I try to ground myself. I can feel
his warm breath against my shoulder and hear the small sounds of comfort he offers.
Soothing me as the tears that have been looming since the very beginning of
this fall unchecked down my cheeks.
I can feel Alís heart pounding against my chest and I know
he is holding himself still, waiting for me to adjust and to take him in. I
close my eyes, petting his damp hair. My legs feel like they weigh a ton but I
lift them one at a time, each trembling with effort to hook over his back, locking
my ankles together and rolling my hips. The relief is instantaneous. The burn
fades and I moan aloud, giving a voice to my satisfaction when I feel him press
the rest of the way inside.
Alís answering moan of approval resounds off the walls
around us and for a moment we hold our positions, each clinging to the other. I
know it canít last though. I open my eyes again when Al raises his head,
returning his gaze and briefly tasting the exertion on his lips. Feeling more
loved and cherished than I ever thought possible as he kisses away the tears
from my face; whispering words of praise that make my heart swell and my body
I feel full, stretched to capacity and I know Al needs to
move, that we canít stay like this indefinitely. I tip my head back as he
shifts again, steeling myself as he pulls back and then groan in unison with
him when he presses home again. With Alís cock buried deep in inside of me and
my own trapped between our bodies I struggle to keep up with the sensations assailing
my senses. The heat and sounds of our union feel too much and not enough at the
same time. I whimper and moan, unable to control myself and claw at his back, my
legs slipping each time he pulls back; only to readjusts the trajectory of his
hips when he thrusts in again.
The third time is a charm. Al finds my prostate, pushing in impossibly
deep and making me see stars. ††
I feel like Iím on fire. Like I am going to implode. I cry
out, unashamed. I canít decide if I want to force myself further on to his cock
or rub my own against the flat plane of his stomach as he leans over me, pressing
himself deeper. Neither seems to be enough and I try to get a hand between us
to touch myself. Everything is hot and moist. My grip on Al precariously close
to being lost as my legs slip again, one sliding over his rump to land on the
bed while the other somehow manages to stay in place, holding me open.
I do what my body demands, fisting myself while Al drives us
towards completion. I know he is close, I can hear his ragged gasps for breath
and feel the carefully aimed thrust of his hips each time he pushes inside of
me. The last glide over my prostrate coupled with the steady pumping on my cock
ultimately tipping me over the edge. There are flashes of light behind my eyes,
my spine stiffening with the familiar tightening in my groin, the nerve endings
throughout my body once more sparking and connecting as my climax overtakes me.
Powerful in its intensity; blissful after so long, I ride
the steady wave of euphoria, my mind awash, and my limbs trembling
uncontrollably. The liquid heat of my release still pulsing between Al and I as
I feel him pull back and then drive back in again, his own release filling me
moments later. I hold him as he shakes, the last of his pleasure spilling
forth, his body warm and smooth under my hands; revelling in the feeling of him
on top of me, inside of me, loving me as he has.
I lower the leg I still have over Al back while he settles.
I feel stretched and the muscles in my back and legs are strained and sore. I
also feel incredibly happy, complete in ways I never thought I would want.
None of which seem to be lost on Al as he slips from my body
and then pushes up with his arms to look at me. A serious expression marring
his very handsome features. I smile at him through the dark and reach for him
as he pulls back further, stroking over his face and down his damp chest.
ďJesus Sam, are you okay? Did I hurt you, are you...?Ē
I know what Al is referring to and I shake my head. ďIím
fine, Al. Better than fine. I feel amazing. Thank you.Ē
Itís difficult to know if he believes me or not. He looks a
lot like I feel. Exhausted, but sated beyond words. We are both also incredibly
sticky, I realise when leans in to kiss me. His lips are soft and sweet, as
intoxicating as ever, but the evidence of what we have just shared seems to be
everything and not to be ignored. My nose wrinkling and Alís eyes twinkling
with childish delight when he sits back between my legs.
ďAll part of the perks,Ē he tells me.
I canít help but smile. Al was never one to stay serious for
too long and I am glad.
ďIím going to get something to clean up with,Ē he informs
me; swooping in for another kiss before he steps off the side of the bed and
disappears down the hallway.
Another shower is probably in order, but I am not sure my
legs are actually capable of holding me upright just yet. The bed is a mess;
the sheets damp and rumpled. I lay where I am. Enjoying the moment. Happy to be
home, to be loved and to be slowly but surely rebuilding my life with Al.
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