Brian was tall, bearded and mustached, a little rough looking but beautiful in a masculine way—like a policeman. He looked like he spent his life in the gym. I moved in with him when my old room mate eloped with his girlfriend.
He was just enough older to be a male role model—young enough so my fantasies didn’t seem incestuous. Brian started helping me work out and play sports. “With just a little more muscle we can get you that hot swimmer’s build.”
One day, I tripped on a set of granite steps. I realized I was going to land on my face, and hopped off to the side, breaking two bones in my foot. Brian came to the ER and picked me up. I was high on the painkillers and rambled on until he grinned and said, “I’ll have what he’s had.”
The next day, I bathed out of a basin to keep from getting the cast wet. I washed my hair in the sink, using a cup to pour water over my head. I put on my bathrobe afterwards. It was time for my painkillers but Brian said, “You need food so they won’t make you sick.” He fixed me a grilled cheese.
As I ate, I said, “I really appreciate this Brian. I’m sorry to be so much trouble.”
“I know you’d do the same for me. You already helped me pass those two Art History classes.” His gruff face and huge body were so at odds with his nature and spirit. He was going for his MBA. I could see he was at ease being in charge.
I took my pain pills, which made me sleepy in a few minutes. He took one look at the crutches, picked me up and carried me. Sitting on the side of the bed, he said, “I’ll be right in the other room watching TV.”
I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my mouth, kissing him hard. He didn’t resist. His voice became low and suggestive: “You want me to take off my clothes?”
My smile said it all.
Stripped, Brian got into my bed. He helped me out of my robe.Our hands roamed over skin and muscle, and we kissed, again and again. We used our mouths and fingers on sensitive, private places—intimate places two men use to summon sexual demons.
“I thought you’d want to handcuff me and fuck me.” I tried to sound scared but excited.
“I have handcuff, rope, duct tape, ball gags …” He sounded dead serious, but when I looked at him, he was smiling, the cutest pit bull in the world. “Pretty boys make me hot.” I winced. ‘Pretty boy’ was never a good thing to say to a Southern guy, but being from Philly, Brian probably didn’t know that.
“I just mean you are beautiful.” He stoked my jawline, put his thumb on my bottom lip. Brian started kissing me hard, on the neck, sucking my nipples until they were red. He nibbled my armpits and down the treasure trail that led from my navel to my pubic hair.
My cock was in his fist and he licked the tip, then put it in his mouth. He slid his hand away as he swallowed me. I could feel his mustache on my balls. He treated me like a rare treasure he’d stumbled upon, something to savor because it was beautiful and valuable. He blew me for a good 20 minutes, stealthily slipping a finger up my ass. He found my sweet spot quickly. I started leaking as his finger began to fuck me. He added another finger.
“What should I put up there next?” I could see his dick, which was plenty long and extremely thick.
I put my hand on his cock and slid my palm up the underside, stroking the tip with my thumb. With the cast, the only options were on my back or on my side. He turned me on my side and kissed my neck while he slowly slid in, stretching me until it hurt. He stayed hard but held his cock right where it was, touching me gently, holding my good leg up by the ankle. Being stuffed so full won out over the pain. I relaxed. He started fucking me like a maniac.
There were few words but plenty of noise. I was usually quiet during sex, except for heavy breathing, but I was grunting, spellbound by his relentless technique. At the pace he was going, I could tell by his breath on my neck he as close to blowing his load as I was. With one final thrust, he buried his dick in me up to his balls. He turned my face around and kissed me, finishing me off with his hand. My cum ended up in his palm. He licked off every last drop. The last kiss tasted like me.
Brian was strangely shy afterwards, and he stumbled through saying, “Do you ever want to …I mean, do you think we could start seeing each other?”
“That, my friend, is what we just did—start seeing each other.” He started kissing me again and since we both quickly became aroused, it seemed a shame to waste two perfectly good hard-ons.