Take This Man: Gay Romance Stories (16 page)

“Fuck.”

I hissed out the word, my hands twining roughly through Ben’s hair. Guiding him back to my cock, I watched through blurry eyes as he took it back in his mouth. Even with my terrible vision, the sight of my dick disappearing down his throat made my toes curl against the couch cushion. As much as I wanted to let him go on forever teasing me, I reluctantly pulled back.

“What’s wrong, Cam?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why did you stop me?”

“I think you know why.”

Ben smirked, giving the head of my cock a kiss before crawling over me until his knees were on either side of my chest. I looked up at him for a moment, his hand stroking his dick. I quickly pushed his hands away and took him in my mouth, our eyes locked. Grabbing his ass with both hands, I sucked him as deep as I could muster. Ben cradled my head in his hands, rocking his hips forward, trying to get me to go faster, but I kept up my slow pace. He groaned each time he pulled back, my tongue dragging along the underside of his dick, just like I knew he loved. His eyes were closed against the sun, his mouth slack and the muscles of his torso tense. God, he looked beautiful.

“Oh god.”

Those words usually signaled that Ben was close to coming and were my cue to stop. Taking the hint, I eased him back, his protests quickly quieted by my kisses. We stopped long enough for him to say the words I wanted to hear.

“I want you to fuck me, Cam.”

He leaned his forehead against mine for a moment and I caressed him everywhere I could reach. Without a word, he turned away from me, his knees digging into the sofa cushion, his ass high in the air. I spread his cheeks apart, pressing the pad of my thumb against his puckered hole. He groaned, the sound slightly muffled by the fabric of the couch. Taking my time, I ran my tongue around his asshole, again and again, until he was squirming and pushing back against me. I reached for Ben’s cock, but found his hand already there, moving at a frantic pace. He was trembling and my need for him was starting to get the better of me. I pressed the tip of my tongue hard against his center and we both let out a moan.

“Cam…”

I got up from the couch with the intention of heading to the bathroom when Ben stopped me.

“Where are you going?”

“To get what we need.”

Ben pointed to the coffee table and smiled.

“The lube is under the metro section.”

He stood up and I wrapped him in my arms.

“So, you were that confident you could get me to stay, huh Ben?”

He swirled his hips and I could feel the hard press of his erection against my leg.

“Yup.”

“Cocky little bastard.”

“I was right, wasn’t I?”

He had me there. I kissed him and shoved him back onto the couch. Ben was back on his knees in no time, while I searched through the detritus on the table to find the lube Ben had hidden. I knelt behind him and he looked at me over his shoulder. Our eyes locked as I slid my lubed fingers over his hole.

“Cam, how much longer are you going to make me wait?”

His eyes fluttered closed as I pushed a digit inside him, a sigh the only sound he made.

“You didn’t seem to be in such a hurry when you were trying to make me miss my train.”

I twisted my wrist as I pulled out, making Ben moan so sweetly. When he spoke, it was barely a whisper.

“Am I being punished, then?”

I plunged my finger back inside him, as slowly as I could muster.

“Does it feel like punishment?”

He grunted, his ass coming back to meet me.

“It feels fucking amazing.”

I leaned down over him and whispered right into his ear.

“Just you wait, baby.”

I sat back and he looked at me as I lubed up my cock, his face impatient. He wasn’t the only one desperate to get started. I pressed the head against his puckered asshole and I could see the tension run through Ben’s muscles. Suddenly, he relaxed and let out a deep sigh as I eased inside him, his tightness enveloping me. The sun made his pale skin glow and as I ran my hands up his supple back, Ben rutted back against me, no longer willing to be patient.

“Fuck me, Cam.”

With my hands firmly on his hips, I pulled almost all the way out, enjoying the way he whimpered as I did it. Each thrust of my cock made Ben moan, his hand wrapped firmly around his dick, jerking himself as I pounded into him slow and deep. I pressed my chest against his back, letting my teeth sink into the soft flesh of his shoulder. Kissing everywhere my mouth could reach, but it just wasn’t enough.

“I want you on your back, Ben. I want to see you.”

We eased away from each other and I waited as Ben rolled over onto his back, his legs in the air without a word. Before I could slide my cock back into him, he pulled me close, kissing me hard. He reached between us and guided me, gasping against my lips as I entered him. There was no more teasing, no more going slow. I started fucking him with abandon, his arms tight around my back. He lifted his legs higher and wider, allowing me just a little bit deeper inside him. I cried out when he scratched down my back, his hands coming to rest on my ass. He urged me on, writhing underneath me, forcing me to go faster. I eased away from him, trying to get some composure back, but his words took it away in an instant.

“Fuck, Cam. I’m so close.”

As much as I wanted to keep us both in that moment, to hold on to the amazing tension for as long as possible, I was too close to stop. Ben’s fist worked furiously around his cock and I felt him squeeze around me as he came, spurting all over his stomach, his cries turning into labored breaths. Watching him come always pushed me over the edge and I came harder than I had in a while, Ben’s thumbs stroking around my nipples all the way through it. I collapsed on top of him, his skin so hot against mine. When my faculties returned, I tried to get up, but Ben didn’t let me get very far, his lips tracing down the line of my neck.

“See, wasn’t that better than getting on a train?”

I lay next to him on the couch, his arm thrown over my chest.

“It was okay.”

His elbow dug into my ribs and I pulled him into a kiss before I continued.

“I do still have to go, Ben.”

“I know. I got you a ticket for the nine twenty-two train.”

I sat up and looked at him, but he was too busy reaching for my unfinished mug of coffee. He took a big sip and smiled.

“Oh, you did? Why didn’t you just tell me that from the beginning?”

“Guess I forgot to mention it.”

“Of course you did.”

“You’re not mad are you, Cam?”

I kissed him on the forehead and rumpled his already messy hair.

“No. But you really are a cocky little bastard, Ben.”

“As if you’d have it any other way.”

THE LAST ROMANTIC LOVER

Logan Zachary

September 28, 2009

L
ogan, blow out your candle and make a wish,” Jake, my partner, said as he poured me another glass of champagne.

The waiter had just set a huge piece of Black Forest cake in front of me with a single candle burning on it. He stepped back, knowing full well not to sing “Happy Birthday” to me.

The Black Forest restaurant wasn’t very busy for a midweek supper and birthday celebration, and I was glad. I looked into Jake’s eyes and asked, “Jake, will you marry me?”

“Logan, you know until it’s legal…” Jake set the champagne bottle back on the table and picked up his bubbling flute.

I raised my glass. “I don’t care what the government says. I want to marry you, and a stupid piece of paper doesn’t make my feelings for you any different. I love you, and I want to marry you.” Our champagne glasses clinked.

“You want to drive down to Iowa and…?” He extended his fork to steal a bite of cake.

I nodded for him to help himself to the cake. “You don’t understand. I don’t care about some license or any silly documents. I want a pastor to marry us. In my heart, that’s all that matters, not a stupid document.”

“But if the paper doesn’t matter…”

“Never mind. If you don’t want to marry me, that’s fine.”

“I didn’t say that. I just don’t see why it matters so much to you. You’re always such a rebel, you don’t seem like the one to follow any ancient heterosexual ritual.”

“I just want you to commit to me, and I want to commit to you. Why is that so hard to understand?”

“It isn’t, but legally…”

“I don’t care what they say. If I want to marry you, that’s all that matters to me.”

Jake took a big bite of cake.

“Fine, I won’t ask you again, but once it’s legal, you’ll have to ask.”

“Okay.”

“And I expect a ring worth two months’ salary.” I raised my champagne glass and saluted him again before I drained it.

May 14, 2013

The newspapers said:
Governor Dayton Signs Bill Allowing Same Sex Marriages, in St. Paul, Minnesota
.

“So, are you guys going to get married?” Reed Williams asked, as the bartender set down the round of beers.

I laughed. “I asked Jake years ago if he wanted to marry me, and he said no.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He picked up his frosty mug and tipped it to me.

Mark Simon leaned forward. “I don’t believe that.” He sipped the foamy head off his mug before he drank.

“I asked him and he said no, so if he wants to get married, he’s the one who’s going to have to ask me. I bought us matching rings.” I held up my right hand to show them the silver ring.

“Why is it on your right hand?” Reed asked.

“I always go against the norm, you should know that by now.” I drank a cold refreshing sip of beer and sat back on my stool.

“Jake, what do you have to say about that?” Mark asked.

“I’m not the most romantic man in the world, and Logan wants that. He wants me to fall on my knee and propose to him with a ring. He wants all that romance novel crap from me and…”

“He can’t do it,” I said.

“Can’t or won’t?” Mark asked.

I said, “Won’t,” as Jake said, “Can’t.”

February 14, 2014

“Supper was great. I can’t believe you planned ahead for Valentine’s Day.” I stepped out on Hennepin Avenue and inhaled the icy night air.

“Well, the night isn’t over yet.” Jake snapped his fingers, and a horse-drawn carriage pulled up to the curb.

“What?” I’m sure the surprise was evident on my face.

Jake stepped aside so I could get in first. A thick, soft blanket was pulled over our laps, and the driver flicked the reins to get the horse moving.

I looked around the night sky as the buildings and streetlights flashed around us. A gentle snow began to fall, and the snowflakes sparkled and danced in the colored lights.

There was a pop next to me, and Jake held up a fizzing bottle of champagne and flutes.

I took one and held it as he filled it, and then the other one, as he repeated the process.

The Valentine’s dinner had been a lot of fun, and so delicious.

Jake set the bottle down and turned to me. “To romance.”

“To romance.” I clinked glasses and drank, carefully eyeing the contents of the flute.

No ring.

We stopped at a red light and Jake took my almost empty flute and turned his back to me. Was this it? Was this the time?

He filled the glass and returned it to me, ringless.

I smiled and looked away.

Jake took a big swig of champagne and set his glass down. He knelt on the carriage floor and pulled the blanket up over his head.

He’s down on his knee, he’s down on his knee
, my mind giggled, but my body felt my zipper lower and his hand digging me out of my pants.

My dick slipped into his mouth. The cold champagne and bubbles tickled every nerve. My ring was forgotten.

He swallowed the champagne and started using his wonderful oral skills on me. His talented tongue worked its magic, and I was rising to the occasion.

Jake pulled my hairy balls from my pants and rolled the fleshy orbs with one hand as he sucked on me. His other hand opened my waistband and carefully guided the pants down as far as he could get them.

I was in downtown Minneapolis getting the best blow job of my life.

He slipped a finger under my balls and explored deeper. Closer and closer his tickling touch neared my tender opening.

I tensed my butt, as his tip brushed over my pucker. I almost shot my load then. He knew my body better than I did. He knew the buttons to push, stroke, caress and lick.

The pleasure was rising. I closed my eyes, unable to take the stimulation and the knowledge of what was going on underneath the blanket. A limo passed. A man nodded as he stood at the corner waiting for the light to change.

Could he tell what was happening? Did the driver know? Did he care?

I pushed away the thought of being arrested and let the joy grow and grow. I guided Jake’s head over my dick. My fingers combed through his hair and held his head tight. I rocked my hips to match his head motion. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

I usually moan and groan in the throes of passion, but being in the middle of Hennepin Avenue, my body language and gasping had to let him know I didn’t have long to go.

He quickened his pace and plunged his finger deeper into me.

My balls released, and I shot my load down his throat.

He swallowed as fast as I came, sucking on my overly sensitive dick and driving me crazy.

I wanted to scream, “Stop!” and pull out of his mouth, but his tongue and his hands held me captive. He ravaged my body as wave after wave exploded out of me. My body jerked from the overstimulation as another spasm shot out of me.

Jake licked along my shaft and sucked hard at the tip as he finished. He popped up from under the blanket and smiled. He picked up the champagne bottle and refilled his and my flutes. He downed his glass.

Before I could say anything, he popped another bottle open and refilled his glass. He leaned over and kissed me.

I could taste myself on his lips as we kissed. “We’re not going to be able to drive home after all this champagne.” My head started to spin and I wasn’t sure if it was from the champagne or the blow job.