Heres to You Mr Robinson (5 page)

“Please stay the night,” I begged.

He ran his fingers through my hair, then around my eyes which were still a little bloodshot.

“You’ve been crying,” he said.

“A little.”

“Because of me?”

I didn’t answer him. He kissed me with such tenderness he almost brought on another jag of weeping.

“I never want to hurt you, Jay. Forgive a stupid old fart.”

“Fuck me, Scott. I need you inside me.”

He turned me over, slipping a pillow under me to elevate my ass, then spread my cheeks for access to push his tongue against my hole. I wanted so much to moan out loud, scream my appreciation of what he was doing, but contented myself with little gasps of pleasure. He flicked around my asshole lubricating me with saliva before aiming for the centre and pushing through. His mouth action almost made me come and I had to ask him to stop for a moment as it was too much.

He spat in my ass and slowly slid a finger inside me. It was so pleasurable I felt no pain at all, begging him to add another finger. Then another.

“Your ass is amazing,” he said. “The way it grabs my fingers and sucks them in. The way the rim of your hole is drawn out as I withdraw.”

He finger fucked me languidly until my asshole was on fire.

“I need you so bad,” I whimpered.

Rolling me over onto my back, he raised my legs. I was glad as I wanted to watch his face as he entered me. He rubbed the head of his prick against my hole, lubricating it with his pre-come, and then pressed gently. I sighed as he sank in slowly, inch by inch, never rushing, until he was finally embedded all the way inside. I held him in place.

“Let me feel you like this for a moment.”

It was sheer perfection. When I released his ass he began a slow grinding motion that shot pleasure to every part of my body. He sawed his cock in and out of me with enough force that I felt it deep in my bowels but also with such tenderness I wanted to love this man forever. He was giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible from having a cock inside me.

“Yours is the hottest ass I have ever fucked, Jay. And that’s no bull. I could fuck you forever like this. The things you do to me.”

He wrapped his hand around my cock, milking it in time to his thrusts so that it was a leisurely process as if we had all the time in the world. But we didn’t, and he picked up the pace as we both felt our balls churning. He still fucked with a slow, sensual rhythm that had me squealing. None of the jagged rutting that I was used to and put up with because I’d never had better.

“I never knew sex could be like this,” I panted.

“Me either.”

His heavy breathing matched my own. His pace picked up, as did his hand on my cock. I pulled him down to kiss me as I felt the spunk shoot out all over our stomachs. My asshole spasmed in the throes of orgasm until he couldn’t control himself any longer and I felt him shoot up my ass. He collapsed on top of me and I held him tightly then he shifted so he didn’t crush me, allowing me to lower my legs once his cock popped out of my ass.

“Happy birthday, Jay,” he smiled.

“The best ever,” I replied, even though it hadn’t been a question.

We slept on and off during the night, waking to do other things to each other’s bodies. Scott got me to fuck him even though I’m inexperienced in that department. He made me feel like I was better than anyone who’d ever fucked him before. I didn’t believe him but I was grateful for his consideration. We finally fell asleep about five o’clock in the morning. I didn’t want to because I knew when I woke up he’d be gone. I wrapped my arms around him as if that would be enough to keep him by my side. He reciprocated and much to my surprise we were in the same position when there was a knock on the bedroom door the next morning. Fortunately, I’d taken the precaution of locking it the previous night.

“Time to get up, Jay. Breakfast is ready.”

“Okay, mum. I’ll be down in a second.” I put my finger to Scott’s mouth so he’d not make a sound. He was searching for his clothes in order to make his escape.

“And, Jay?”

“Yes, mum.”

“Will it be just you, sweetheart, or is Scott staying for breakfast?

COMING SOON

My boyfriend’s a werewolf

By Barry Lowe

His love makes me want to howl for joy!

Eddie Travet dreams of a quiet life, an ordinary life, anything but the life he leads now. For starters, his dad’s a vampire.

Plus, his boyfriend’s a werewolf and if the hair clogging the drain in the shower and the foul-smelling raw meat in the fridge aren’t enough, Eddie’s just discovered he’s allergic to fur – especially wolf pelt. With no cure in sight, Eddie is forced to contemplate a life without Wolfgang, the man of his dreams, unless he can convince his boyfriend to make him one of the pack

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