Horizons (11 page)

“Fuck me,” he begged, blowing my mind with the request.

“Yes,” I whispered, yanking at my pants that were still caught at my feet. I pulled them off impatiently, toed off my shoes, and plucked at my socks, discarding each barrier one by one until only his bare skin was against mine.

He reached over to the nightstand beside the bed and pulled open the drawer, grabbing a condom and some lube; he ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled the latex on my cock as it rapidly extended to its full length again. “Fuck, you’re huge,” he whispered, squeezing some lube into his hand and slathering it all over me. He nudged me toward the middle of the bed, spreading his legs apart so that I was in between them as we continued to kiss and rub up against each other.

“Put my legs on your shoulders,” he instructed, helping me along as I changed position and grabbed one ankle and then another and placed them close to my neck.

“Now ram that giant cock into me,” he begged, grabbing hold of my ass and pulling me toward him.

I was hovering over him, staring down at the warm, brown eyes, and he nodded, urging me on. “Do it, Clark.”

I started to push, impeded by the tight ring I was unfamiliar with, and I looked at him questioningly. He pulled me closer, and I slid past the barrier. His ass gripped my cock in a velvet vise that was tighter and sweeter than anything I’d ever known. He cried out my name, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I savored the exquisite pleasure.

Jody wrapped his fingers around his cock, pulling at it while I thrust in and out of his incredibly tight ass. I got up on my knees and raised his hips so I could sink in deeper, all the while watching him jerk off. It was deeply moving, and I was overwhelmed, my emotions at a breaking point. Tears of joy stung my eyes, but I squeezed them back so Jody wouldn’t think I was having second thoughts. I had never been more confident than I was at this moment. He was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I knew my life would never be the same again.

I was close, but I wanted him to go first. Moving in and out of him like a piston, I urged him on and was relieved when he erupted, shooting ropes of thick cum across my chest and neck. Seeing the blissful expression on his face tripped my switch, and I poured into the condom and clutched him as the orgasm ripped through me like a bullet.

Our hearts were beating wildly against each other as we lay entangled in a sweaty mess. Jody’s warm breath tickled my ear. “You’re everything I imagined you’d be,” he whispered reassuringly.

“So are you,” I replied, closing my eyes and relishing every second of this amazing experience.

I
ROLLED
over and bumped into another body in the bed. My eyes flew open, and I saw Jody lying on his stomach, with his head turned toward me.

Leaning against the headboard, I checked out the muscled curves of the man who’d given me so much pleasure in the past few hours.

“You’re staring,” he whispered, inching his hand toward mine and entwining our fingers.

I huffed out a laugh and squeezed. “I can’t help it. You’re fucking hot.”

He moved like a cat, stretching out so his morning boner arched against his stomach. I wanted to take him in my mouth. His length was average, but he was thick, and I wondered what it would feel like to wrap my lips around that fat cock and give him a taste of his own medicine. Last night had been incredible, but it was mostly one-sided. This morning all I could think about was reciprocating.

“If I go down on you,” I whispered huskily, “does this make me an official queer?”

His moan was answer enough, and I positioned myself in between his legs and looked at him for a minute. “Clark,” he whispered, watching me in disbelief. He held his breath and then sighed when I began to lick up the drops of precum that had oozed out to welcome me. I sucked on him slowly, running my tongue around the smooth flesh, teasing the slit. I’d never done this before, but it seemed as if my body knew exactly what to do. I’d been practicing this in my head for years, but the reality was a million times better.

I worked the man underneath me; the one who’d taken me to such incredible heights last night. He moved his hips up and down, helping me along as I became more aggressive. I tested my gag reflex and surprisingly relieved to find out I had none. His cock filled my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, and I sucked him with a single-minded purpose, trying to give back the pleasure I’d received. I felt his hands running through my hair and grabbing on for dear life as he started to thrash. “Clark….” He attempted to pull out. I knew he was close. I could feel his body straining against me, his balls tightening and pulling up, and soon I was rewarded by the warm rush of his semen filling my mouth as he sobbed out my name over and over again. I swallowed like a pro, never missing a beat, and I realized that it was now official. I was definitely gay.

I put my mouth on his, sharing his taste with him as he continued to moan.

“I guess I done good, huh, Doc?”

He laughed gently, wrapping his body around mine. “You done more than good… you were perfect!”

We lay entwined for several more minutes until the alarm sounded, and Jody moved to turn it off. “I wish I could stay in your arms all day.”

“That would be amazing,” I replied, kissing him gently on his forehead. “My Jo-Jo.”

“What’d you call me?” he mumbled, dozing against my chest.

“Jo-Jo.”

“Why?”

“You’re going to laugh when I tell you.”

He pushed away from me, a smile tugging on his mouth. “Why’d you call me that?”

“I had a dog when I was about nine. He had these big brown eyes, kind of like yours, and his name was—”

“Jo-Jo.”

“Right! We did everything together. He was run over when I was almost thirteen. I thought I would die of grief.”

“Aww, that’s horrible. Did you ever get another dog?”

“No, I just couldn’t see replacing him, so I never did.”

“Well, I suppose I should be flattered, even if you’re comparing me to a dog.”

“Be flattered,” I said, grabbing him hard against my chest. “He was beautiful, and I loved him.”

“Thank you,” Jody said very quietly. He was silent after that, probably wondering if there was any meaning to my statement. I wasn’t sure what I meant either, or maybe I did, but it was too soon.

We lay in bed, waiting for that alarm to go off again. It was sometime around six in the morning, and I stirred and pulled him up higher on my chest. It was comfortable, and I felt so relaxed. “Did you know from the beginning?” I asked softly.

“What?”

“That I was gay?”

“I had hoped. Lil told me you were as soon as he met you.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“He caught you checking out my ass.”

“He’s a piece of work.”

“I told him he was delusional, but he insisted you were bent, and he was right as usual.”

“How long have you known this guy?”

“Over ten years…. He taught me everything I know about being gay.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was a hick when I got to San Francisco… practically a virgin.”

“Practically?”

“I had one encounter before I moved out here.”

“Shit! How old were you?”

“Too old to be a virgin. Lil fixed that problem immediately.”

“I’ll bet. Did you and he ever…?”

“Absolutely not! We’re friends; nothing else.”

“That’s good; I don’t share very well.”

“Possessive already, after just one night?”

“Yeah, you got issues with that?”

“No.” Jody laughed. “I feel like I died and went to gay heaven.”

“Maybe we both did.”

“Clark?”

“What?”

“What happens now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is this a one-shot?”

“I hope not,” I said, rubbing my face against his neck. I knew where he was going with this line of questioning; I just didn’t want to deal with the answers.

“Are you going to come out?”

“Fuck no!”

“I see.”

“No, you don’t see. Football doesn’t tolerate homos and neither does my family. I can’t come out.”

“You’re throwing the word ‘homo’ around like it belongs to someone else,” Jody said, starting to move away. He eyed me to see my reaction, and I was starting to get agitated.

“You don’t understand!”

“I do, Clark, but that doesn’t mean I have to like what I’m hearing.”

I threw my head back on the pillow and covered my face with both hands. “Jo, listen to me, please.”

“I’m listening.”

“Twenty-four hours ago, I was straight. Now you’re expecting me to go out there and tell the whole world I’m not. I can’t do that.”

“Clark, twenty-four hours ago, you were gay. You’ve been gay all along, you’ve just never acknowledged it.”

I looked at him, and I could see that he was trying very hard to be patient with me, but considering how out and proud he was, I was sure that he had nothing but contempt for my cowardice. Well, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it—certainly not now, when I was on the brink of realizing my dreams.

I stood up to go to the bathroom, kissing him quickly before I moved away from him. He was sitting up, his back against the headboard. He had one leg bent with an arm resting on it and the other was flat on the bed, the sheet barely covering his groin. The sun was peeking through the blinds, and it cast shadows on him, striped ones, making him look like a poster I’d seen in some magazine.

“You’ve changed my life; you know that, don’t you?” I was standing in the middle of the room stark naked, and I saw his eyes move up and down my body hungrily.

“Do you think that mine will ever be the same?” he asked, the need in his eyes pulling at me like a magnet.

I crossed the room in a few steps and took him in my arms, kissing him softly, listening to him sigh with pleasure. “Don’t hate me,” I begged, outlining his mouth with my tongue. “I can’t lose you now that I’ve just found you.”

“I could never hate you, Clark,” Jody said gently, cupping my face with his hand. “That will never be the issue.”

“Give me some time to wrap my head around this.”

“I have no choice. You’ve gotten under my skin really bad.”

Tears threatened to appear, and I bit the inside of my cheek to take my mind off what he’d just said. I didn’t want him to see how emotional I was getting, how important it was to hear those words, because I wasn’t sure where this was all heading. I’d never felt the need to be with anyone this badly. All my past experiences with women had been one-night stands except for Nikki, and even though that had become a steady thing, it was unsatisfying and never left me with a burning desire for more.

Walking away from Jody was not an option. I was crazy about him, and I knew that eventually I would have to take some kind of stand, make some tough decisions; I just couldn’t face any of that right now. All I wanted to do was be with him, be loved by him, and love him back.

T
HREE
days passed. The most exciting three days of my life.

Our daily routine never changed, his at the hospital, mine at school. It was nighttime that had taken on a whole new meaning for us. This was our time, and the past three nights had been a series of long and drawn-out sessions of lovemaking that left us both drained but sated. I’d been having sex since I was thirteen, yet I felt like a virgin with him, learning all the ways that men love each other. It was an erotic journey that only left me craving more, and whenever I’d think about him during the day, I’d get aroused again, wishing the time would fly by so that I could be in my car on my way to him.

Somehow, we’d still managed to squeak in some tutoring. He insisted that we keep that up, determined that I pass my class. It was easier to focus, now that all the sexual tension had dissipated somewhat. We were still acting like horny dogs, sniffing around each other as soon as we got together. It wasn’t unusual for us to go at it at least two times before settling down with the book between us. Then it was this constant reaching over to kiss or touch. It’s a wonder we read anything at all, but we were getting through the book, little by little.