Wilder, Winona - Choosing Love [Coming Out 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (6 page)

“Just do it. You’re killing me.” He imagined it was like ripping off a bandage. It hurt more pulling if off slowly. Waylon complied, sliding his big dick all the way into his ass. Not rough, but with a firm consistent pressure.
Cal
grabbed the material of the sofa in a firm grip and clamped his jaw down tight as he accepted Waylon’s length. Once embedded fully with his pubic hair tight against
Cal
’s ass, Waylon let out a shuddering breath.

“I could get used to this.” Waylon groaned. “You’re a beautiful sight under me like this. I’ve fucking dreamed of this day.”

Cal
couldn’t believe it was true himself. He was connected with the man he fell in love with years earlier. Keeping his feelings bottled up all that time made the experience that much more fulfilling. He savored the cock in his ass, wiggling around to stretch himself to ease the uncomfortable fullness. Tightening his muscles around Waylon, he got the desired response. His friend cursed and began to thrust. Slowly at first, he quickly picked up the pace. The longer he continued, the more relaxed
Cal
became until the different levels of pleasure threatened to undo him.

Waylon gripped his hips with both hands, firmly holding him as he fucked him from behind.
Cal
pumped his own dick to match the rhythm his friend set. He was transported to a new plane of pleasure and began to see stars in the dark room as his orgasm loomed closer and closer.

“Harder!” he demanded. Waylon reached up and gripped his shoulders, pumping the full length of steely dick into his ass in rapid succession. He couldn’t hold on another second, thick ejaculate releasing from his own cock, spraying the side of the sofa as he collapsed forward. Waylon joined him, bucking wildly against him until his seed filled
Cal
’s ass and the cock inside him began to turn flaccid.

“You okay?” Waylon asked.

He turned slightly. “How long do you need to recuperate?”

Chapter Six

The following morning Waylon stirred in bed, only remembering who shared the space when his hand slid across a smooth expanse of flesh. He leaned up on one elbow and studied
Cal
’s muscular back as it rose and fell in the depths of sleep. His world finally felt complete. He knew this was the right path, the one he continually avoided just to fit in with societal expectations. Never, not a day, did Steph make him feel this satisfied, this complete. Nothing could compare to
Cal
’s tight ass, beautiful hard body, or skilled lips. His cock stirred to life just remembering the long night of fucking. He’d taken
Cal
’s virginity, but not carelessly. He planned to be there for the other man, to love him, protect him—everything expected of a boyfriend. Their relationship wouldn’t even change much since they were already best friends, spending all their free time together. Now they just got the perk of mind-blowing sex.

After placing a soft kiss on
Cal
’s bare shoulder, he slipped off the bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower before classes. He’d have to face that fucking history teacher today and didn’t look forward to it. When he had found Cal and Mr. Hawke alone together, he lost it. He only saw red as the green monster within him clawed to the surface. The new sense of ownership, of bonding, overwhelmed him. At that moment, he knew he was irrevocably in love with
Cal
. No going back.

“So what happens today?”
Cal
emerged from the shower as Waylon scrambled eggs in the kitchenette. He looked sinfully sexy with just a towel wrapped low on his hips.

“What do you mean? We go to school. Same as always.”

“What about Stephanie?” Ah, Stephanie. Even though they hardly saw each other lately, and both knew it was a relationship of convenience, it was always hard to break it off with someone.

“I’ll deal with her. Don’t worry about that.” He plated the eggs and carried them to the counter. “Come eat.”

Cal
watched him as they ate. He knew there was something on his mind, but he was holding back. Did he have regrets? Did he worry about the future like Waylon did?

“You’re not gonna start shit with Evan today, are you?”

“Why would I? You said there was nothing between the two of you, right?”

“Right.”

Waylon scowled. There was more to it than that, but he didn’t want to sour the day with another jealous outburst.

Morning light filtered through the blinds giving the room a bright, cheery glow.
Cal
continued to play with his food, trailing his fork through his eggs. “Have you told anyone?”

He didn’t have to elaborate. No, Waylon hadn’t told anyone about his sexuality. He hid it like a pro. He had no plans of coming out of the closet officially, but knew enough to be honest with his own needs now. No way would he lose
Cal
over a long-held denial. “No.”

“Nobody?”

“It’s not something I’m proud of,
Cal
. I mean, it’s who I am, but I’m not stupid enough that I expect anyone to accept me.” He leaned forward and ran a hand through
Cal
’s damp hair. “What about you?”

He scoffed. “I told my mom, and she told my stepdad. Big mistake.”

“What happened?”

“He beat the shit out of me.”
Cal
shrugged to replicate indifference, but he could see the pain in his eyes. “He told me I was an abomination to God. After that day, I wasn’t welcomed back home. I moved around from place to place, job to job, and saved my money. College doesn’t come cheap, but at least I can say I earned my tuition myself.”

“But you’re only twenty-two now. Shit, you were way too young to be surviving on your own,
Cal
.” He leaned over and kissed him. “I’m sorry. Nobody will ever hurt you again. I promise.”

Cal
shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ve had a couple years to get over it.” He pulled away and sat straighter. “Actually, talking with Evan helped me a lot.”

“Evan? You’ve only known him, what, a couple weeks?”

“He’s the only one I talked to since telling my mom. The way he explained things to me really made sense. He’s not ashamed of who he is.”

Waylon slid off the stool and began putting on his boots. “That’s great,” he said with as much enthusiasm as he felt. He didn’t like
Cal
having a connection with Evan. What gay man in his right mind wouldn’t want a piece of
Cal
? Waylon didn’t plan on sharing now that he had found the best thing in his life.

Nobody, not even Evan, could change Waylon’s ideas or perceptions. His oldest brother was abroad serving in the army. His second oldest brother was out of state attending university. The other two were still home on their family ranch, working a man’s day. Shit, his father had been brutal when raising them. He could still hear the common phrases if they showed any sign of weakness.
“Are you a little girl?” “Are you a faggot?” “Do you wear pants or a skirt?”
It’s how they were all raised, so he knew for a fact he’d never be accepted if he revealed his love for
Cal
. No teacher could change that.

* * * *

The murmur of conversation dropped to a hush as Evan cleared his throat to garner the students’ attention. Did he continually look towards
Cal
, or was he only hyper aware of two specific men in the room?

Cal
looked to his right only to find Waylon leaning back in his seat, a cold mask of disinterest on his face. Nobody messed with him, and for good reason. He oozed power and dominance with just a look and had the muscle to back it up. Waylon seemed to be compensating, acting extra tough with his classmates as if trying to prove he was all man. Just glancing at Waylon made
Cal
’s cock firm up, so he looked away.

The only problem was their professor had a similar effect on him. Being casual Friday, Evan wore khakis and a fitted black T-shirt. He looked sexy as hell. Now that
Cal
knew what it felt like to be intimate with a man, he couldn’t control his body’s response. No, he would never stray on Waylon, but he hated the urge that wouldn’t go away, especially knowing how jealous his boyfriend was of their teacher.

Although he managed to get most of his in-class work done, he had to continually remind himself why he was there—to make a better life for himself. It was easy to lose track of time daydreaming about Waylon, the future, the possibilities, but he needed to focus. The past couple weeks were nearly a write-off as his mind was buried under an avalanche of despair without his best friend on his side.
Cal
had things to prove. He wanted to show his mother and stepfather that he had made it on his own, that he wasn’t a failure or waste of breath. He wanted to make a difference and obtain a rewarding career.

When class ended, he noticed Stephanie waiting in the hall through the open door, and he cringed. He wondered if Waylon would be able to follow through with the breakup. Popularity seemed so important to his friend that it overshadowed everything.

Evan stood at the end of Waylon’s aisle as the students filed out of the room.
Cal
watched with interest.

“I’d like to see you for a minute after class,” said Evan after Waylon neared him.

He only nodded, his chin raised slightly in a display of defiance, his thick arms crossed over his chest. Waylon and the teacher were about the same height. Although Evan was thick and hard, he wasn’t as built as Waylon. Not many were.

After the last student left, both men turned to look at Cal, who’d been glued to his chair. Would there be a fight, a nasty confrontation? “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cal,” said Evan, dismissing him. Should he be worried that Evan wanted to speak with Waylon alone? He packed up his books and left the room, only to wait in the hall in earshot if something bad happened. His boyfriend couldn’t understand the gift Evan had given him. The night
Cal
had spent at their teacher’s house had been liberating. He taught
Cal
not to be ashamed, to accept who he was, and go after what he wanted. Nobody had ever made him feel like he wasn’t a mistake, a freak of nature. He treasured those few hours, and apparently so did many other young men. Although hush-hush at school, Evan was open with his sexuality in the real world. He even taught a public group twice a week at the community center, instilling the same positive message he did with
Cal
. Maybe he’d be able to open Waylon’s eyes, too?

Stephanie glanced over at him with a frown. He always knew she was jealous of him, just as he had been of her. Even being Waylon’s girlfriend, she could never compete with the close relationship between the two men. No doubt she’d blame him when Waylon broke it off with her.

Within minutes, she bored of waiting and stomped off, talking on her cell phone. The lunch crowd filled the halls and slowed down to a few stragglers. Where the fuck was Waylon? He’d been in the class for over half an hour already. There was no other exit, so what was going on?
Cal
couldn’t take the suspense. Besides, he was starving and supposed to grab some lunch with his friend.

He listened at the door but heard nothing. Slowly turning the knob, he peered into the empty room and saw row after row of abandoned desks and chairs, and then stepped inside without a noise, sealing himself in. His soft-soled sneakers barely made a sound as he walked toward the only other door in the room—the teacher’s office.

Waylon sat on the desk, his legs splayed with Evan standing between them. They were so close their bodies nearly touched as they spoke.

“What’s going on?” asked
Cal
, not sure what to make of the scene. Both men’s heads shot around, guilt dancing in Waylon’s eyes.

“
Cal
…sorry I forgot about lunch. Lost track of time,” said Waylon, slipping off the desk and closing the distance between them.

“Were you guys talking?”

Evan smiled, lightening the tension building inside
Cal.
“I think I talked some sense into him after all.”

“You were right, Cal. Evan has some good things to say.” Waylon grasped
Cal
’s jaw and looked him in the eye. “He taught me some stuff, too.”

Evan sat on the desk watching them. Being open about their relationship, even if only in front of Evan, felt liberating—and titillating. “What kind of stuff?” Cal didn’t have to guess it involved something sexual. The deep, rich tone Waylon used traveled along his skin like a silky caress.