wide and his hands were open. “Oh no,” Jonathan said, staring at the soft bulge between his legs. “You look hot,
man. I mean really hot.” He patted the mattress and said, “Come here.” He was still on
his stomach, but his legs were spread wide now.
When Ed moed to the edge of the bed, Jonathan reached out and grabbed his
crotch. Jonathan squeezed his balls with one hand and opened two of the underwear
buttons with the other. The underwear opened wide and the flesh above Ed’s pubic hair
was exposed. Jonathan reached inside and pulled out his penis. He said, “Damn, you look
so fucking hot like this.” When Ed’s penis was soft, it was thick and floppy; it dangled
outside his underwear. Jonathan couldn’t wait to slip the soft, spongy flesh into his mouth
and suck it to a full erection.
Ed spread his legs and grabbed the top of Jonathan’s head. “Suck it,” he said. “Put
those pretty lips around the head and take the whole thing to the back of your throat.”
Jonathan smiled. He wanted Ed to talk dirty and give him orders. He wanted to
please him and make him feel wonderful. Even if it was just for a short time. So he
opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and gobbled it to the back of his throat.
Ed held the top of his head and pulled his hair, then started to buck his hips. He
fucked Jonathan’s mouth with gentle slams; his flaccid penis grew hard and hit the back
of Jonathan’s throat. Jonathan never once gagged or complained. He slurped and sucked
until his face turned red and saliva ran down his chin; he could taste Ed’s salty pre-come
on his tongue.
Then Jonathan stopped sucking and got up on his knees. He kneeled on the
mattress, arched his back, and unbuttoned Ed’s underwear all the way. The tight gray
fabric sprang back and exposed his solid, flat torso. This was the body of a real man, a man that made Jonathan’s entire body weak with a desire he’d never known with anyone
else. He ran his fingers up and down Ed’s stomach and leaned forward so he could lick
Ed’s chest. He stuck his tongue all the way out and licked both chest muscles. When he
was finished, he ducked his head and licked the rest of his torso.
Ed’s penis was ready to burst. He grabbed the sides of Jonathan’s face and said,
“Get down on the bed, on your back, and lift up your legs.”
When Jonathan went down, he spread his legs and lifted them up high. Ed reached
into the nightstand for a condom, then got up on the bed and covered his erection fast. He
grabbed Jonathan’s left ankle and held his leg up high. He licked two fingers on his right
hand next, and shoved them both all the way up Jonathan’s hole at the same time.
Jonathan closed his eyes. It was a blunt, forced sensation; his head went back and he
moaned. This was the first time Ed had used his fingers. He’d been staring at Ed’s thick
fingers for weeks, wondering how they’d feel inside his body. And while Ed rolled his
fingers around the inside of his hole, he begged, “Fuck me, Ed.” He could see Ed’s dick
popping out of the gray underwear, and he just wanted him to shove it into his body and
start slamming.
Ed pulled his fingers out and grabbed his erection. He inserted the head slowly
and slid the shaft halfway into Jonathan’s hole. When he leaned forward and started to
buck his hips, Jonathan wrapped his legs around Ed’s waist and grabbed his biceps. Ed’s
face turned red and he sucked his bottom lip in. Then he started to slam and pound
Jonathan’s ass with firm, swift thrusts. The bed rocked and the covers fell to the floor.
Sweat dripped from his temples onto Jonathan’s lips. His spicy underarm deodorant
mixed with his own perspiration, creating a unique scent that filled Jonathan’s head. It was stronger than usual that night. Jonathan had smelled it before when he’d least
expected it. They be leaving a restaurant and Ed would lift his arm to pull out his wallet
and Jonathan would catch a whiff. Or he’d be working on something in the house and lift
his arm to grab something and Jonathan would smell it again. And each time it happened,
he’d want to fall down on his knees and suck Ed’s thick cock.
Ed fucked him for a long time that night without stopping or breaking the pace
once. When he was ready to come, he slapped Jonathan’s ass and said, “I’m close.”
Jonathan grabbed his own dick and started jerking. “Me too,” he said. “You go
first.” His legs were still wrapped around Ed’s waist, and he still held Ed’s bicep with his
left hand.
Ed grunted a few times and scrunched his face. When his head went back, his
eyes opened wide and he filled the condom.
And while Ed continued to buck his hips, Jonathan blasted a three-day load all
over his own chest.
Jonathan tightened his legs around Ed’s body and pulled him closer. “Stay inside
for as long as you can,” he said. “It feels like you’re really part of me this way.”
“Are you going to do it again?” Ed asked. He was rocking his hips in slow circles,
still deep inside Jonathan’s body. But he was staring at the come on Jonathan’s chest.
Jonathan had to think for a moment. He wasn’t sure what Ed was talking about.
Then his eyes opened wide; he knew what Ed wanted. So he licked his fingers first and
swallowed back. He stuck his tongue all the way out and licked slowly. Then he wiped
his own come off his chest with the side of his hand and swallowed the rest. When he
was finished, he said, “You really like that, don’t you?” Ed nodded, then said, “I’d like it even more if you were eating mine. So I think
we should both get AIDS tests next week.”
His eyebrows went up and he ran his fingers across the back of Ed’s neck. He’d
wanted to suggest this for a while, but he was afraid Ed would get weird and freak out on
him. So he smiled and said, “I’ll set up the appointments and we’ll go together. I’m not
promiscuous either. I’ll be honest, without going into detail. I was sexually adventurous
in college, but that was a long time ago and I’ve been tested since then and it was
negative. But I agree that this is the right thing to do so we both know we’re safe.”
Ed leaned forward and kissed him. “I can’t wait to see how it feels to get inside
you without a condom.”
He smiled. “And I can’t wait to see how you taste. I’ve wanted to blow you and
finish you off that way since we first met. But I know that’s not safe.”
Then Jonathan ran his tongue across his bottom lip and he felt Ed’s cock jump inside his
hole.
Chapter Eight
For the first time in more than a year, Dr. Ed Richardson slept straight through the
night. It was one of those deep, unconscious sleeps that felt more like ten minutes instead
of eight hours. He probably would have slept another three hours or even longer, but
early that morning Jonathan reached between his legs and cupped his genitals in the palm
of his hand. Ed was on his back, with his arms over his head. Jonathan’s head was resting
on his chest and one of his soft legs was hanging over Ed’s thigh. He was squeezing Ed’s
balls with a light touch, rubbing his leg up and down Ed’s hairy thigh.
At first, Ed spread his legs wider so Jonathan would continue to play with his
balls. His toes curled and his penis started to grow in Jonathan’s hand. But when he
opened his eyes and saw the morning sun coming through the window, his head jerked to
the right. He looked at the clock on the nightstand to see what time it was: seven in the
morning. When he’d asked Jonathan to spend the night, he hadn’t thought about Noah
and Lisa coming over early that day.
Jonathan’s head was moving down his body by then. He was licking a sensitive
spot just above Ed’s pubic hair, moving his lips down toward Ed’s crotch. Jonathan
arched his back and whispered, “I’m going to wake you up with a blow job, handsome,
and finish you off with my hand.” Then he started rolling his sweet tongue in circles
around his pubic hair. He took long, deep breaths, pressing his nose to the base of Ed’s
dick. But Ed bolted forward and jumped out of bed. His erection bounced against his
thigh with a loud snap. He rubbed his eyes a few times and said, “We can’t. You have to
leave now.”
Jonathan’s head went up. He shook it a few times and said, “What?”
“Noah and Lisa will be here by eight,” he said. “They can’t find you here.”
“Just tell them I came over early. They won’t know I slept with you last night.”
He stretched his arms and yawned, still not understanding the magnitude of what Ed was
telling him. Then he smiled and said, “I like the way that sounds…that I slept with you.”
“They’ll see your clothes,” Ed said. His voice was fast and sharp. “Lisa will know,
and I’m not ready for this. There’s too much going on. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, but
you have to leave and come back.”
Jonathan slapped the bed and sighed. “If it weren’t for Noah,” he said, “I’d
probably leave and not come back today at all. First you ask me to spend the night, and
now you kick me out first thing in the morning. It makes no sense, Ed. Most guys would
just lie back and enjoy a good blow job. Are you ever going to be ready to move on with
your life?” His voice sounded abrupt, as if he was really mad this time. “And I’m starting
to wonder about myself now. What the fuck is
wrong
with me? Do I
enjoy
being insulted
by you? I’ve never let anyone else treat me this shabbily, but I let you get away with it. I
let you fuck me, then you kick me out and I smile and come back for more. Maybe
I’m
the one with the problem.”
Ed ran his palm through his hair. He looked down at Jake’s photo on the
nightstand and saw it facing the wall. He knew Jonathan must have turned it around, and
it dawned on him that this wasn’t easy for Jonathan either. So he spread his arms wide and he raised his brows. “You don’t have any problems, Jonathan,” he said. “It’s me. I
need more time, is all. You’re
perfect
just the way you are.”
He meant it, too. He meant this with all his heart. “I’ll make it up to you. I
promise.”
Jonathan shook his head and sighed. “You see, Ed,” he said, “that’s how you
always
get me, and I’m starting to think you know I can’t resist it. You do something
really shitty, like kick me out of your house like common trash, and then you say or do
something really great and I have no choice but to forgive you. It’s not fair. I have
feelings, too.”
Ed shrugged. He knew his reasons sounded more like lame excuses and irrational
worries. But he wasn’t ready to be part of a couple yet. “I’m sorry. I know you have
feelings. I’m just not ready to get into this with Lisa, Noah, or anyone else. But most of
all Noah. He lost a father last year and his entire world turned upside down in a matter of
minutes. We went from being the perfect family with two gay fathers to being two lost
souls. I don’t think Noah has recovered from the shock. I need to keep his life as solid
and stable as possible.”
Jonathan looked him in the eye and said, “Ah well, since you put it that way, I’m
okay with it. I don’t want to confuse Noah either. I’ve really become attached to that kid.
So I’ll go back to the hotel, change my clothes, and come back to help him start
rehearsing for the Christmas show.”
Ed smiled. “You’re the best. I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”
Then Jonathan rolled over on his back and rested his head on the edge of the bed.
He reached down and grabbed his own erection and said, “We still have a few minutes, and you’re still half hard from what I can see. We may as well get off before I leave.
Come over here and I’ll tea bag you while we both jerk off.”
Ed looked down at his penis. It was almost hard, and he was still horny. Jonathan
looked good, lying there naked in the middle of his bed with the sunlight across his thighs.
“Really? You’re not mad at me?” he asked. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to
understand why someone as young and talented and good looking as Jonathan would
want to deal with someone his age, with so much extra baggage and peculiar habits.
“Yes,
really
,” Jonathan said. “And yes, I am a little mad at you. But I understand.
Now grab your dick and get over here, unless you’d rather I didn’t swallow both of your
balls into my mouth and suck them while you jerk off.”
Ed’s eyes widened and he stepped toward the bed. When he bent his legs and
dropped his balls into Jonathan’s open mouth, he couldn’t think of anything else he’d
