He
opens the bedroom door quietly; half awake, stumbling slightly. He has been away
on business for the past week and is eagerly awaiting his lover’s sinister
touch, wanting to melt within it The man cautiously snakes his hand through the
partially opened door; toward his left and scrapes his hand on the surface of
the wall searching for the familiar catch of the light switch but is caught off
guard when the light does not click on. Shocked and a little scared he opens the
door wider and slips into the room. The man’s ears are accosted with hints of
a slow classic jazz song in the background, casually intensifying the atmosphere
of the room he now has entered. As he stands in the doorway, his blue eyes widen,
captivated; breathe catching, as he takes in the erotic sight before him.
The
room is smothered in meticulously placed candles of the palest white, encircling
the room as if it was an alter for a god. Their flames ghost a caressing
radiance across the floor and upon the walls, bouncing mischievously in the
mirrored surface of the large vanity on the far side of the room, giving the
room a mysterious ambiance. He closes his eyes, absorbing the mixture of scents;
recognizing hints of cloves and lavender sprinkled in with vanilla smell from
the candles. The man flutters his lashes open, breathing deeply, longingly. He
begins focusing his stare at the hypnotic playful flicker of the flames, losing
himself within them. After what seems like forever, he eventually shifts his
gaze in the direction of the bed, intent on locating his lover. He fixes his
eyes on the king size silk covered divan. He notices the bedding is of a
different color. The sheets are a darker hue of blue than normal, navy, almost,
he thinks, for the light in the room is not adequate enough for him to tell. The
bed normally filled with his lover’s enticing body is empty; he frowns. His
vision rests on the pillow where a shadowed item is nestled. The man is unable
to recognize the silhouetted form; so he moves on. His eyes skirt down the
bedding, breath hitches as he takes in the sight of the small bracelet like
cuffs at the end of a short piece of leather, which are attached to the
cast-iron frame at the corners of the bed, by a small metallic ring. The man
swallows with difficulty as he pictures the cuffs fastened tightly around his
ankles, securing him, keeping him still, and bruising his elegant skin. Once
again he allows his eyes a break from the tantalizing view and closes them. He
worries his bottom lip with anticipation.
The
man cannot believe his lover is actually going to go through with it. They had
talked about it over the phone not more than two days ago and decided against it,
yet tonight; tonight something had changed his lover’s mind. The man rubs his
hands up and down his inner thighs and smoothes one across his crotch, feeling
the heat rise within him. He opens his blue-hued orbs and makes his way
gracefully toward the bed. Upon reaching his goal, he slowly lowers one hand and
glides it across the silky oasis. When he approaches the leather cuff his hand
lingers above it, sending clear and unambiguous images into his mind, teasing
him with thoughts of future pleasure, erotica, ecstasy.
He watches from the far corner of the enormous candlelit bedroom. He knew
that his lover would be unaware of his presence once the view of the bed
captured his attention. He observes the other man roam his elegant hands over
his muscular thighs, barely touching his covered cock. He unconsciously licks
his lips, running his tongue over and over them as he feels himself fill with
passion. He notices the rays of light enhancing the golden mane, circling his
face like a ready-made halo. A soft moan escapes his mouth when the man’s eyes
fall upon his lover’s teeth worrying over reddened luscious lips. He inspects
his lover’s taut body as the other man begins moving toward the bed. The
watcher quietly, slowly stalks across the soft supple carpeting, encroaching
upon the man nearing the bed. As he moves closer, he removes a long black scarf
from the back of his pants; he folds it mechanically, playing with its frilled
edges. His breath hitches when he notices his lover’s hand linger over the
leather cuffs, mind now filled with vivid images of them making rough
uninhibited love.
He
places one knee upon the bed trying desperately for a better look at the item at
the head of the bed. His movements are halted by the familiar sensation of his
lover’s hand on his back, staying him.
“Shhh…” he whispers. He continues running his hand up and down the
other man’s shirt covered back.
The
man arches into his lover’s scorching touch.
“Take off your clothes Josh,” he commands.
Josh
slides his leg off the bed and gently places it on the ground. He painstakingly
pulls his shirt up over his head baring a long trim torso and tight muscular
stomach. Nipples erect, he smoothes his slender fingers over the top of them,
pinching, teasing. Josh slides his hands down the expanse of his lean stomach,
trapping his fingers in the curly dark hair surrounding his navel. He dips his
digit into the shallow crevice, teasing the sensitive edges.
The
watcher eagerly awaits Josh’s move, but realizes quickly his lover is going to
slow. “Hurry it up,” the other whispers, need dripping from his voice,
petting the bared skin stretched over a muscular back.
Josh smiles to himself as
he works his hand underneath the waistband of his loose fitting designer pants,
which are bedazzled with a variety of rhinestones, harnessing and then
reflecting the rays of the candlelight onto the darker bed coverings. Josh
traces the rim of the pants with one delicate finger before inching his way
inside, gripping his quickly hardening cock with a needful grasp.
“Faster,”
the man breathes.
“Ummm,”
Josh groans as he continues to fondle himself, confused at Justin’s
instructions. He begins stroking himself at a quicker pace hoping that he is
satisfying his lover’s wants. The older man slightly tips his head back and
rolls his hips into his fist, licking already red and need-swollen lips.
“Unnnn, yeah, Justin, like that, mmmm….”
Justin
stands in silence watching his lover’s back arch as his hand moves up and
down, movements stunted by the designer jeans. The watcher runs a shaking hand
though the tight blond curls adorning his head, debating on his next course of
action, fighting an internal battle, what’s right, what’s wrong. He slowly
closes his eyes and turns his head gently. Upon reopening his azure orbs, he is
captivated. Captivated by the multitude of images, images of his lover sexing
his hand, images repeated over and over within the confines of the vanity’s
mirrors. Justin coyly smiles and again reaches a hand out to touch the soft
seemingly god like form in front of him.
When
the pads of his fingertips brush erotically against the slightly slick skin, the
heat of his lover’s body radiates into him, raging through him like a runaway
tidal wave, devouring his inner being and immediately connecting them, joining
them with only a single fiery touch; he drops the blindfold. His once half erect
cock is now full as the blood rushes quickly without pause into the heated organ
and instantly readies itself for the inevitable night of pure bliss.
Justin can feel the need
manipulate itself within Josh’s body, can sense it, response unconsciously to
it. The younger lover knows what to do to release his lover from its clutches.
He reaches and grips the hem of his polo shirt and quickly releases himself from
his unwanted confines. Justin steals a glance once more into the vanity’s
surface. While watching Josh entices and tease his body, Justin unbuttons his
tight fitting jeans and meticulously liberates his cock from their binding
control. He steps closer to the enticing creature; placing his hands onto
willowy hips and then sliding them downward trapping Josh’s hand; stopping his
actions.
“Take
them off Josh, I want to see all of your beauty,” Justin purrs into a freshly
bared ear. “I want to see and feel all of you.”
Josh
carefully and timidly pulls his hand free from his pants, feeling the additional
pressure from Justin’s hands on his groin leave him. The brunette unbuttons
his jeans and slowly pulls the zipper down. He feels Justin’s breath quicken
against his pale elegant neck causing him to gasp.
“Please, Josh, hurry.”
Justin’s soft voice sounds desperate, wanton. Josh instantly obliges his lover
and he quickly removes his pants. “Step out of them, baby.”
Josh
moves like liquid out of the fallen clothing. He whimpers when Justin’s hands
once again encircle his waist, skin sensitive, falling back hard against his
boyfriend’s chest, nuzzling his lips onto Justin’s strong jaw line, feeling
the other man’s hard phallus rub between his ass cheeks; he moans.
Justin
slides his hands up Josh’s chest, stopping at each burning nipple only briefly.
One hand travels back downward while the other continues until it reaches the
sharp angle of Josh’s chin. Justin grabs the chin hard and forces Josh’s
gaze toward their reflection within the vanity mirrors. “Look at you,” he
orders, “look how beautiful you are.” He places a number of small kisses on
his brunette lover’s exposed neck. “See how perfect we are, together.
We’re made for each other.” He continues his assault, “Can you see how
perfect and beautiful we are together?”
Josh
stares at their images and nods his head. He momentarily closes his eyes,
“yes, Justin. We are beautiful.” He pauses, opening his eyes once more,
locking his gaze with Justin’s in the mirror, “We are meant to be.”
“Yeeesss,
baby,” the blond man whispers. He hugs the brunette from behind tightly,
trying to feel more as one. “I love you,” he pauses once more, “I don’t
know if… if I could live without you here with me.”
“Justin,”
Josh whimpers.
“Shhh…
listen.” He nibbles the brunette’s shoulder while he continues his words.
“I would do anything for you. Anything you ask as long as I’m able to stay
with you, to love you. Even this…”
“Justin,”
the brunette’s voice a shadow of its normal self.
“I
will give you what you want. I will do as you wish, but… but remember this…
it’s a one time thing. I will not do it again.”
“You…
you don’t have to, Justin. I won’t make you…”
Justin
slides his hand over Josh’s lips, quieting him. “Kneel on the bed Josh.”
“Jus…”
“Kneel
on the bed,” the younger man’s voice became louder, demanding to be adhered
to. He untangles his arms from his lover’s form and gently guides Josh onto
the bed forcing him forward. The older brunette gracefully crawls onto the bed
and kneels, per Justin’s instructions, waiting for further commands. There is
a brief gap in their connection before Josh feels Justin get up on the bed
behind him. The blond presses his chest against the brunette’s back feeling
the tremors rippling through his older lover’s body. Justin grasps the
makeshift blindfold, which he picked up from the ground, tightly in his hands as
he once again contemplates what he is about to do. He places his free hand on
the small of Josh’s back, comforting him. “Don’t be scared, Josh.”
Justin reaches around the slim man’s form and draws the blindfold forward,
trapping the steel blue eyes underneath it, catching strands of loose hair.
“Ju..Justin,”
Josh breathes out. “What is this?”
“Shhh…
trust me?”
“Yes.”
The
younger man leaves Josh while he retrieves the article at the head of the bed.
He unbuckles the black diamond studded leather collar as he returns to his
heated lover. “Just a couple more things, baby,” Justin purrs, “then
you’ll be ready.”
“Yes.”
Justin
once again reaches around the unsuspecting man and wraps the leather collar
around Josh’s slender neck; the brunette flinches. A perfect fit. He threads
one end into the buckle and pulls it tight, eliciting another small mewl from
his partner. Justin inserts the metal throngs into their corresponding holes and
locks the collar in place. He moves his hands under the blind man’s chin
pulling him close against his chest. “Perfect,” he mumbles into Josh’s ear.
He grudgingly lets his lover go.
Justin
places his hand on Josh’s shoulder, running it downward and into the deep
sensitive cleft of Josh’s ass, turning his head toward the vanity once more.
“So beautiful.” He pauses. “I… I want you to know one thing baby.”
“Yes.”
“I
never want to hurt you,” he again pauses. “Never,” he whispers. “But if
I do, please, forgive me.”
Josh
turns around, still kneeling. He blindly searches for Justin’s face. The blond
grasps the lost hands and places them on his face, relishing the touch; yearning
for it. The brunette pulls their faces closer together; guiding their lips to
match perfectly and gently tenderly kisses his younger lover. “I will,” he
says as he draws away from Justin.
Justin
nods his head, knowing his lover would not see it. “Turn around,” he
commands once more.
Josh
resettles himself on the soft plush bed, knees sinking and patiently waits. He
feels Justin’s calloused hands on his left ankle pulling it towards the side
of the bed, spreading him, forcing him onto his hands for balance. The brunette
then suffers the sensation of the soft bite of the leather cuff; he shakes with
anticipation. The same actions are affectionately completed for both ankles,
constraining his legs apart, opening his body for his lover. Josh is leaning
heavily on his forearms, unable to find comfort in any other position. The pull
of his ankles causes his muscles to scream, for they are not use to this
unnatural position; he trembles. However, when he feels a warm hand caress his
back and soft kisses on his the flesh of his ass; he calms.
“So hot.” Josh hears
Justin’s words and whimpers. The younger man wets his lips at the tempting
sight in front of him. He closes his eyes as he lets his wondering fingers
memorize the soft skin and taut muscles of his lover. Justin’s hands grip
Josh’s slender hips and pulls the captured man back toward him and the foot of
the bed. Josh nearly screams, back arches and his head snaps back, as the
movement makes his legs spread wider, causing his muscles to burn even more,
displaying his pinkish hole for Justin.
Josh
fists the sheets into his hands and pulls himself forward to relieve some of the
strain on his hips and thighs; and to his surprise, Justin allows this action.
The brunette breaths come quicker and quicker anticipating his younger lover’s
next move, waiting. Waiting for the inevitable thrust of Justin’s cock into
his open body, but it did not come; he still waits.
Justin
moves from the bed and into their closet. When he exits, he is carrying two
additional cuffs with longer lengths of leather in his hands. He moves slowly
across the bedroom and climbs up onto the bed in front of Josh. Josh shifts his
weight and slowly lifts his chin in the direction of Justin. “Justin,” he
whimpers.
“Shhhh…
I need to fix something before I continue.” He tenderly grasps his lover’s
chin, rubbing his thumb along the strong angle of Josh’s jaw line.
“Ready?”
Josh
shakes his head. “Wait,” he whispers softly.
Justin
sits back for a moment waiting for Josh. He sees his lover nod his head, giving
him the go ahead. The younger man reaches forward and grasps tightly one of
Josh’s arms, pulling it forward, causing the brunette to fall forward. Justin
wraps, quickly, one end of a cuff around the wrist before the older man could
free it. Justin pulls the cuff extremely tight allowing the buckle to pinch into
Josh’s bare wrist bring about a low hiss from Josh’s lips. He ties the
leather end of the cuff around the headboard securing the arm above Josh’s
head; the brunette nearly panics as his last means of escape is taken from him.
Justin feels the tremors coming from his lover body, but does not let it stop
him; without a word he does the same to the brunette’s other wrist. Justin
allows only an inkling of slack for Josh to use, but that’s it, nothing more.
The
young lover slides off the bed and returns to his original position at the foot
of it. He again pulls Josh closer toward the edge, using up the slack in the
older man’s bindings. Josh moans at the numbing pain running through his legs
and arms, tears threatening. The position Justin now has him in, causes a soft
arch in his back and pushes his hips slightly forward. His legs are spread,
knees bent nearly ninety degrees, exposing his small puckered opening to it’s
fullest; he quivers.
“That’s
better,” Justin muses. He runs his hands over the spread mound in front of
him, squeezing each side, admiring this new view. Justin leisurely swivels his
head toward the vanity mirror, tilting his head and leaning his chin upon his
shoulder cap. He takes a deep breath as he watches Josh move painstakingly
within the tight restraints, noticing the almost angelic appearance of his lover
brought about by the glimmering candles. Had it not been for the brutal leather
straps engulfing the lean white body’s wrist and ankles the setting is nearly
serene.
Justin
walks deliberately toward the large vanity, still entranced by the multitude of
images of his boyfriend, he haphazardly pulls open a draw and takes out a
container of lubricant. He stares at the container within his hand and then
looks back over his shoulder, he sighs. The young lover makes he way back in the
direction of the bed, taking up his position behind Josh. He casually sets the
lubricant on the edge of the bed and reaches for the supple ample mound of
muscle in front of him.
He
massages Josh’s buttocks. Justin is rewarded with a long drawn out moan from
the brunette, then feels Josh press his butt backward, encouraging Justin’s
actions. The younger man kneels down behind Josh’s spread body and places his
hands on the trim hips, pulling them once again to the edge of the mattress.
Josh’s body tenses as the strain on his muscles, ankles and wrists intensify,
he whimpers.
“Shh…”
Justin encourages, “relax.” The younger man moves his hands from the brunette’s hips and over
trembling thighs, stopping when he reaches the top of his lover’s knees, then
slowly inches them back up. He gets up onto the bed and maneuvers his larger
frame on the edge, folding his long legs underneath him. Justin puts his large
encompassing hands on Josh’s waist; sitting up and leaning forward over the
top of the restrained man, allowing his hard phallus to press against Josh’s
aperture. He places a soft kiss between the protruding shoulder blades as he
grinds his hips.
Josh
arches his back upon feeling Justin’s cock on him, teasing him, and pinches
his shoulders together when Justin’s wet soft lips make contact.
“Ummm…Jus… Justin.” The younger man ignores Josh’s words and continues
leaving kiss on his lover’s taut back, savoring the taste. Justin sucks hard
at the area separating Josh’s neck and shoulder, biting, leaving a small
strawberry bruise. He then laps at the raw area, causing Josh to moan and writhe
underneath his solid weight. “Mmmm… sugah…” Josh turns his head hoping
to find Justin lips and he does. The blond chastely places a small kiss on the
older man’s lips before returning to his assault on the sensitive skin of his
lover’s back. He rubs his hands up and down Josh’s sides soothing the
brunette, readying him. Justin moves down the exposed spine, over every ridge,
gliding his tongue across the narrow expanse, leaving a wet trail behind. Josh
growls at the sensation and as much as his restraints would allow, pushes his
hips forward, begging with his body, offering his lover his prize.
“Yeah,
baby,” Justin’s breath hitches. “You want this so bad, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
the word barely audible. “Please, sugah,” wincing at the ache in his muscles
and the bite of the cuffs.
“Mmmm,
yeah. So fucking beautiful,” Justin hisses placing his hands on the
brunette’s ass and eases the soft flesh apart. The younger man pushes Josh’s
body away from him, giving him some room on the divan. He maneuvers the older
man where he wants him and begins kissing the heated flesh of Josh’s ass, the
brunette gasps. The blond licks and nibbles every inch of the exposed writhing
area, relishing the taste and feel of his lover’s skin touching his tongue.
Justin pulls away briefly and then dives back in this time running the tip of
his tongue gently around the sensitive edge of Josh’s impassioned entrance. He
pulls away again, watching the puckered hole tighten and loosen, watching his
lover’s body undulate and quiver, watching their images within the mirror;
confirming their perfection.
Justin
shudders, not wanting to continue, not wanting to hurt his baby, his lover, his
soul mate.
The
brunette realizes Justin has stopped and he tries turning his head. “Jus…”
he takes a deep breath, “Jus..tin. Why? Why’d you… you stop?”
The
blond reaches out and ghosts his fingers over the marks he left on Josh’s
white flesh, wincing at the sight. “I… I don’t want to hurt you…”
“Please,
Jus…” he breaths in again. “You… you won’t hurt me. I trust you. I
trust you won’t hurt me.”
“Baby,”
Justin pauses, “that’s just it. I don’t trust myself.”
Josh
pulls at his restraints, desperate to embrace his lover, frustrated because he
can’t. “Justin… I trust you. You don’t have to do this if you don't want
to, but I will always trust my body, my heart, my soul to you. I know you would
never hurt me.”
Justin
pets Josh’s inner thighs absent-mindedly; glad for the small comfort that it
affords him. He drops his head and whispers, “It because of your love for me
that I’m doing this. I want to make you as happy as I can.”
Josh
begins to struggle harder, moaning slightly at the pain his restraints are
administering. “Agrhhh…” Josh screams, irritated at his bindings.
“What…
what is it Josh?” Justin leans into Josh once more.
“I
just want to hold you,” he pulls on the cuffs, “but I can’t.”
Justin
runs his hand up Josh’s arms and fingers the leather cuffs encircling the
slender wrist, noticing the slight tinge of blue. “Do these hurt, baby?”
“No,”
he lies thankful for the feel of his lover’s skin on his back.
Justin
moves his large hand back down and grips Josh’s chin, wrenching it back
towards him. He captures the parted lips before the brunette could protest. The
younger man pushes his tongue into Josh’s mouth, taking, demanding the plaint
lips to give in. They do; and Justin controls the kiss, deepening it. Josh mewls
and whimpers as the cuffs bite deeper into his ankles caused by the awkward
angle Justin is holding him in. The blond releases the brunette’s swollen lips
regretfully and once again aligns himself with Josh’s aperture.
The
blond dips his tongue gently into Josh’s puckered hole, just the tip, just to
tease. He pulls the offending object out of his lover and moves it around the
outside edges; enjoying the sounds coming from his boyfriend’s parched mouth.
Justin continues licking the outer area with occasional quick dips inside,
coercing the brunette to gasp with each breach of his tight ring. The blond
mouths and laps at the sides of the offered crevice, sucking and kissing the
opening itself. He begrudgingly pulls himself away, wanting to see his lover’s
reaction. Josh is again biting into the sheets, his hands flexing and pulling,
his legs and muscles trembling, sweat running down his skin, glistening in the
light of the flickering candles. He dives back in, no more teasing. Justin
thrusts his tongue deep, pushing his face as far into Josh’s ass, as he can.
Wanting to be deeper, he tightly grasps the undulating hips and pulls them
toward his eager tongue. Josh nearly screams in pain as Justin’s action force
his legs wider, but remains silent, not wanting to scare Justin, not wanting him
to stop; ever.
The
blond begins a steady rhythm darting his tongue, shallow, then deep; lapping the
area after every third penetration. Josh’s body unconsciously mirrored his
lover’s actions, rocking back and forth seductively, stretching his muscles to
the breaking point; the pleasure out weighing the pain, he endures. Justin
changes his method and drives his tongue deeper, fucking hard into his lover’s
now sensitive and swollen hole. Josh squeezes his eyes shut under the blindfold
holding back tears of pleasure, biting his lips bloody and gasping for breath,
Justin continues; deeper, harder, faster.
Josh
pants to the cadence of Justin’s actions, desperately searching for air, for
release. “Unnn…ah… un…,” Josh whimpers, lashes wet. “Mmm…
ye…sssss. Mor… unnnn… more,” he softly whines.
Justin laps the area
around the quivering opening once more. He administers long and intoxicating
passes over and over and over, like a cat would a bowl of milk. Sucking on the
aperture, inserting his tongue deep, swirling it around inside his lover’s
heated alter, pressing and massaging his thumbs hard against Josh’s perineum.
Josh gasps for breath once more as Justin continues to steal it. The young lover
dips his tongue in and out, fast and slow, teasing and fucking until he feels
Josh tighten his small ring of muscle around his tongue, signaling him that Josh
is closing in on his orgasm. “Too… to ma… much. Hunnnnn…, the brunette
warns.
Justin
stops. Josh shivers and lays his hypersensitive body onto the navy silk sheets
covering the bed, stretching his legs the best he can. The brunette places his
forehead onto the mattress, chest heaving, breath coming in quick short pants;
he tries calming his shuddering body down. The hands smoothing over his sweat
slick back help soothe him, he is thankful for it. Josh sighs as the weight of
his lover covers his body, comforting him.
“Baby…”
Justin purrs into an exposed ear. “Are you ready?”
The
brunette shakes his head against the bedding. He moans as the young lover
inserts his tongue into the ear, swirling it around, dipping hard into it;
fucking it, while grinding his erection against his inflamed anus.
“Ju…Justin… stop… please. I… I can’t… tak…take it right…”
Justin
stops. He removes his body from his lover and kneels behind him. The young blond
grazes his hands over the sensitive skin, watching in the mirror; waiting. After
a few more minutes, Justin asks again, “Are you ready?” This time Justin is
greeted with a simple nod. “Okay, baby. I’ll be gently. I promise.” He
pulls on the older man’s hips, guiding them in an upright position. “You
need to push yourself up a bit, baby. Come, on. There you go.” Once Justin is
satisfied with Josh’s placement he reaches for the container of lubricant. He
twists the cap and opens the half empty jar, smiling at that fact. The blond
dips two fingers into the jar and pulls them out covered in the oily concoction.
Justin looks down at his lover’s still quivering body, hoping desperately for
Josh to tell him to stop, not wanting to hurt his boyfriend, yet, wanting to
please him. He sets the jar down next to him and spreads Josh’s cheeks with
one hand and tenderly applies the lube to the tender edges of the older man’s
opening. Josh hisses at the soft and delicate contact.
Justin
dips his fingers back into the jar and then returns them to Josh’s unusually
small opening. He caresses one large hand up and down the brunette’s back as
he inserts one finger. Josh tries to pull himself away from the intrusion,
pinching his wrists and ankles. He again worries his bottom lip while he waits
for the pain to subside. The blond too waits, waits for the inevitable signal
from his boyfriend that he may continue. Justin receives that signal as Josh
slowly rolls his hips on Justin’s finger, encouraging. The blond begins to
move the finger deeper, pulling it back and forth, bending it slightly; looking
for Josh’s most sensitive spot. Josh’s sharp movement away from his touch
and the loud moan that escapes his lover’s lips indicates to Justin that he
has found it.
The
blond pulls the single digit out and carefully slides two back in. Josh barely
notices the second digit as he continues to writhe spread eagled against
Justin’s intruding fingers. The young lover slides the two digits in and out,
rotating his wrist and scissoring the fingers deep within.
Josh’s
body is shaking, trembling with each insertion and withdrawal. When Justin
removes his two fingers, the brunette moans his disappointment, wanting the feel
of his lover inside. Justin returns his fingers to the lubricant and covers the
third and fourth digits along with the first two, making sure they are covered
amply. He spreads an additional coat around the opening before surging three
fingers in.
Josh’s
body freezes waiting for the pain to pass, as he gulps air into his lungs. He
pulls his searing opening away from Justin’s touch, hoping to relieve himself
of at least one of the fingers. Justin senses and feels the tightness of his
lover’s body and waits, knowing that pulling out now would only upset Josh.
When he feels Josh is ready he twists his wrist, moving his fingers deep inside
his boyfriends tight hole, stretching it, each action earning a soft moan as
Josh’s body accepts all three fingers.
Justin
knows the fourth is going to be more difficult. He rubs his free hand over
Josh’s back and down strained thighs. “Baby?”
“Mmmmm….
Unnn… Please…. more.”
“This
may hurt. Don’t be afraid to tell me so. Okay.”
“Hurry…mmmmm…”
Josh clenches his fists, white knuckled, anticipating the fourth finger.
When
the fourth finger is added, Josh screams out in pain, but Justin just closes his
eyes and continues an even rhythm, coaxing his lover’s body to accept all
four. The brunette’s mouth is wide open expressing the amount of pain he is
feeling. He is desperate for air, and is trying to take deeper breaths. Again,
Justin soothes the trembling man with a gently touch while dumping more
lubricant on his hand, progressing deeper into his lover. All four fingers are
at the second knuckle as Justin pauses until he feels Josh buck his hips onto
his offending fingers. He matches his progression with Josh’s movements,
timing them perfectly, sliding all four fingers in deep. Josh’s breath hitches
once again, but he does not cry out. The blond once more rotates his wrist
stretching the already abused hole some more, readying it for the entire fist.
He slowly pulls the four digits out baring all but the first set of knuckles. He
adds more lube and reinserts them adding the thumb. Justin again waits for
Josh’s body to accept the intrusions and he has to wait much longer than the
other times. The blond is afraid he has hurt his lover, for Josh has not moved.
The older man’s body is shuddering and convulsing with need and urgency. His
mouth open, blindfold wet with tears. Justin pours more of the oily substance
onto the widest part of his hand and gently pushes it forward with a steady
pressure. Finally, without warning the largest part of his hand slips past the
loosened ring, making it easy once again. Josh gasps.
The
younger lover stares at his arm; hand deep within Josh’s body; vanishing. He
turns his head and sees their reflection in the mirror. Unable to take his gaze
from the vanity, Justin watches himself removing Josh’s tear soaked blindfold.
“Josh,” he whispers. “Look at us… look at our reflection.”
Josh
slowly turns his head as his body grows accustom to Justin’s fist, he pants.
The sight of Justin’s hand disappearing inside his body accosts him. He moans
and rears his head back. “Justin,” he hisses, “move your fucking…
hand.”
Justin
chuckles softly to his self and curls his fist inside of Josh, brushing his
knuckles against the brunette’s prostate.
Josh
is shivering and groaning with each breath that leaves his lungs, closing his
eyes tightly, burning the feel and sensation into his inner being. Never wanting
to forget. The older man finally rocks back toward Justin slightly, encouraging
his young lover’s movements. The blond makes tiny, tentative motions in and
out of his boyfriend’s anus. His cock rock hard, dripping with precum, the
drops splashing crudely onto the dark sheets. As he maintains his gaze into the
mirror, he reaches for his aching phallus and begins a harsh rhythm.
Unconsciously, his other hand mimics his second hands action and before Justin
can realize what he is doing, Josh screams in pleasure and agony; spilling his
essence onto the mattress, collapsing as much as the restraints and Justin’s
intruding fist would allow. When Josh’s seemingly pain filled scream reaches
Justin ears and sight, he panics. The one thing he didn’t want to do, he did.
He hurt his lover. He stops fisting his cock and gently and as carefully as
possible removes his fist from Josh.
Josh’s
body is shuddering with his intense orgasm and he continues to moan in
pleasure/pain filled voice. Justin looks down at his lube-covered hand, tears
filling his azure eyes and turns guiltily toward the vanity; cursing himself. He
catches Josh’s steel blue eyes in the reflection and notices the tears falling
freely from them. The blond leans down over the top of his lover and tries his
best to calm him, comfort him.
“I’m
so sorry,” Justin whines. “I… I didn’t… didn’t mean to hurt you.”
The tears cascade down the younger man’s face. “I… told you. I told you
I’d hurt you.”
“Jus…
let… let me loose... please.”
Justin
quickly unbuckles Josh’s red streaked wrists, which the older man instantly
rubs, pulling them into his chest. Then the blond frees Josh ankles, the
brunette pulls them up toward his chest wrapping his aching arms around them.
Justin pets the sweat-laded hair of his lover, hoping Josh will forgive him for
the pain he has caused. The younger man spoons himself behind Josh both facing
the distractive vanity, running his hands up and down the brunette’s thighs,
helping relieve the ache within them. He pulls Josh closer, whispering in the
older man’s ear, “Please, forgive me.”
“Mmmm…”
Josh tries turning his body, so that he can see his lover’s face. “Just…
Justin that… that was the most intense…” he licks his lips, “orgasm…
I’ve ever had.”
“You’re
not mad at me… f.f.f.for hurting you,” Justin stutters.
“No,”
Josh whispers exhaustedly. “Forgive you.”
“Please
don’t make me do that again. Please, I beg of you.” Justin pulls Josh’s
sleepy form closer against his chest, nuzzling his face into the wet chestnut
locks.
Josh reaches up and behind
him, letting the mirror guide his actions, and strokes the side of Justin’s
face. Their eyes meet one last time in the vanity mirror, Josh smiles and
answers, “It’s a one time thing, sugah, a one time thing.”