Short Stories

Terror in the Night

by Jamie Alexander

Benjamin was jolted from his sleep, sweat dripping from his body. By the time he realised  where he was he was sat bolt upright in bed next to Toby, his boyfriend, who had just started to stir from his own slumber.

“What’s wrong?” Toby asked groggily, sleep still trying to draw him back in. Rather than reply, Benjamin pulled Toby up into a hard embrace, squeezing him to him and not letting go for dear life. He couldn’t tell Toby what was wrong, he couldn’t tell him what had awoken him so suddenly, it was too painful. Toby wasn’t sure what was going on but simply wrapped his arms around his love and let Benjamin take whatever he needed from their embrace, and guiding them back down to the bed, never once letting go.

Benjamin felt his heart beat slowing, back to its normal steady pace. The thoughts that had awoken him starting to fade back into the nightmares from where they had come. Toby rubbed Benjamin’s back as he drifted back off to sleep. Holding him tightly to keep him calm as they both succumbed back to the sandman’s grasp.

Morning came and as Toby stirred into life, he awoke to find the bed next to him was cold and empty. Sounds of the radio coming from downstairs, and the distinctive smell of bacon wafting into the room. Toby climbed out of bed and grabbed his dressing gown from the back of the bedroom door and wrapped himself up in its soft embrace before following his nose to the kitchen. He found Benjamin standing by the frying pan wearing just his own matching soft baby blue dressing gown. He was singing and dancing along to the radio while preparing breakfast, not noticing Toby watching him adoringly from the doorway.

Toby sneaked up from behind and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend as he sung along to whatever tune was playing on the radio. Benjamin jumped at the sudden contacted before leaning into his partner who had started nuzzling into his bare neck which he Toby knew drove him wild. They had been together for two years and had been living together in their cozy little house for six months having decided to get a place of their own when Toby’s lease was coming to an end on his apartment.

“I didn’t hear you get up,” Benjamin said while still wrapped in Toby’s arms. “I could say the same thing about you,” Toby retorted before releasing him to carry on preparing the breakfast, “Couldn’t sleep?” Benjamin didn’t answer the question, he wasn’t sure he knew how, instead he simply said “Why don’t you make the coffee, the foods nearly done.” Toby let him get away with not answering for the time being, but was determined to find out what had Benjamin so rattled last night. He knew something was wrong and wanted to help, but if Benjamin didn’t or couldn’t open up to him, Toby wasn’t sure he knew how.

Breakfast

by Jamie Alexander

Andrew walked into the kitchen, totally naked as always and was shocked to find Max not only naked, but with a man wrapped around him. Max had never bought anyone home before, he’d always kept himself distant from most people, afraid to get too close, afraid of getting hurt and being alone again. But here he was, cooking naked, with this cute guy holding him tight, and kissing his neck from behind.

Neither of them had noticed Andrew walk in, they were both too wrapped up in each other to see him. Andrew coughed to get their attention, startling them and making the guy behind Max jump back, he obviously didn’t know Andrew was here. Andrew took the opportunity to look the guy up and down, he was cute, he obviously didn’t work out at the gym all the time like Max, but he was nice to look at.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise you were here,” Max blushed speaking to Andrew. “Clearly,” Andrew replied while making it obvious he was looking them both up and down. It wasn’t the first time Andrew had seen Max naked, but he looked different. He looked happy, calm and relaxed. The room was silent, no one knew what to say, so Andrew reached out his hand to the new guy to introduce himself, “Hi, I’m Andrew, Max’s friend and sometimes roommate,” the new guy, still shocked, tentatively reached out to take Andrew’s hand and introduced himself, “Alex”.

“Nice to meet you Alex, you must be special because Max never brings anyone home,” Andrew said causing both Alex and Max to blush. Andrew walked over to the fridge to grab a drink, “Don’t mind me, I’ll keep out of your way,” he winked before returning to his room.

“Sorry about that,” Max said to Alex now they were alone again, “I didn’t know he was here,” he wrapped his arms around Alex, nervous that Alex would be scared off. “He has a key, and stays here sometimes, when he doesn’t want to be alone,” Max was speaking quickly now, almost desperate to get the words out, “Nothing is going on between us, we’re just friends.” Before he could continue, Alex put his finger on Max’s lips to stop him, “It’s ok, breathe,” his calming words helping Max to slow down and relax once more.

Alex rubbed Max’s back as they held each other, feeling his chest rise and fall as his breathing returned to normal. They just held each other quietly, no need for words between them, Alex’s touch told Max that he was safe, and that nothing had changed between them. A beeping sound brought them back to the room, it was the sound of the smoke alarm. They’d both forgotten that they were cooking before they’d been interrupted. They quickly broke apart and Max grabbed the hot pan and tossed it into the sink along with its now burnt contents.

Andrew burst out of his room, still naked, to see what was going on. Alex and Max looked at each other, and then at Andrew, before the two of them started laughing. Andrew just looked at them confused, which made the couple laugh even more. They were happy, and they knew their life together was going to be good.

The End

The Party

by Jamie Alexander

It was the night of Mandy’s party. She was turning 18 and all her friends and family were invited to celebrate this important birthday with her. Turning 18 is a magical birthday, the celebration of no longer being a child and finally being an adult, not the Mandy showed it of course, she was always the life of the party, even if it wasn’t hers. Everyone was having a great time, there was dancing, there was food, there was drink it was going to be a night to remember for everyone.

Then in he walks, the 5” 8’ athletic blonde that is Simon, fashionably late as usual. Everyone loved Simon, he was fun, handsome and clever, but the person who loved Simon most of all was Jamie. Jamie had been in love with Simon for years, from the moment he first laid eyes upon him. And it wasn’t a secret, everyone, even Simon, knew that Jamie loved him, but unfortunately for Jamie, Simon was straight and he had made it very clear that he wasn’t interested. This broke Jamie’s heart, but despite the fact that Simon wasn’t interested, Jamie’s eyes always lit up when Simon entered the room.

It was about an hour into the party and everyone was enjoying themselves. People were dancing to the party classics like the ‘YMCA’, the ‘Macarena’ and not forgetting ‘Saturday Night’ that were all blasting out of the sound system. And then something happened to change everything. Jamie was sitting down enjoying something to eat while talking to his friends Carly and her boyfriend Steven, and while he was talking he noticed that across the room, the love of his life was sitting on another Man’s lap. This man was Marcus, a cute guy with jet black hair which had the occasional streak of red running through it. Marcus was a year older than everyone else at the party and was interested in anything that moved, much like Mandy.

This made Jamie really jealous, he could feel the tears starting to well up inside him but he held them back, he knew he couldn’t let anyone see he was upset, especially not Simon. He would just make some silly joke about it later on if Jamie had shown he was upset at the thought of him with another man. Simon and Marcus seemed to be growing closer and closer as the evening continued but Jamie kept repeating to himself in his head, “It’s nothing, he doesn’t like him, he’s straight,” but somehow it didn’t help, Jamie couldn’t stand watching the guy he loved being with another man, especially not Marcus. You see Marcus had a reputation, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d turned a guy’s eye, even a straight guy, it was just the power that he had, no one knew how and after a night with Marcus, no one cared.

Another hour passed and Marcus and Simon were getting closer and closer, at least that’s how Jamie saw it. But not for long, Jamie had a plan. Now, Mandy’s party was held in a pub, a family pub, but a pub nonetheless, and Jamie had never been here before and he knew that Marcus had. So while Marcus was sitting alone Jamie asked him,

“Listen, do you know where the toilets are mate,” and Marcus replied, “Sure, I’ll show you, I need to go myself,” so Marcus stood up and both Jamie and Marcus disappeared up the stairs from the function room to the gents that was in the main pub.

Now what Jamie had planned was elaborate and would certainly make any gay guy jealous but then he remembered that Simon was straight and wouldn’t be jealous if he was to fuck Marcus. So he put his plan to one side and just decided to accept the fact that Simon didn’t want him and wouldn’t want him. But then something happened. Before he knew it, Jamie found himself being pushed into a cubical by Marcus. Normally, if any guy did this Jamie would put up a fight, but with Marcus, no one put up a fight, they just let him have what he wanted, because if he wanted you, then you were special, at least that’s the way he made you feel, even if he did sleep with anyone and everyone.

It was a matter of seconds before Marcus had his tongue intertwined with Jamie’s like two snakes coiled together in a passionate fever, while he was running his hands up and down Jamie’s back, under his t-shirt just feeling his skin and the heat that was eradiating from his body. Jamie had never been with anyone before; he wanted his first time to mean something, to be something special, not something sleazy in a pub toilet. But no matter how much a part of him wanted to stop, to let his first time be romantic and special the way he had always planned, with Marcus there was no saying no.

Jamie knew this was going to be his first time, it wasn’t the way he planned, but the way everyone described Marcus after a night with him, he knew it was going to be something to remember. As Marcus ran his hands up Jamie’s back, Jamie did the same. It wasn’t long before both their t-shirts were lying on the floor of the cubicle, all the while their tongues still crashing together like waves on the ocean floor. Marcus reached for Jamie’s belt and before Jamie could even think he found his jeans were on the floor around his ankles. Marcus turned Jamie round to face the cubicle wall, he slowly lowered his own jeans and boxers to the floor and then he leaned into Jamie and starting kissing his neck passionately while reaching for Jamie’s waist and gently lowering his boxers too.

Marcus was a pro, he knew how to operate and he knew how to get his own way. But he also knew to be prepared for anything, just like the boy scouts. Marcus reached into his jeans pocket, which were now on the floor of the cubicle with the rest of his clothes and he pulled out a condom. He opened the packet and carefully slipped in on over his now erect cock. He could tell this was Jamie’s first time, so he took things slowly. He gently eased his cock into Jamie, going fast enough to get inside, but slow enough to cause as little pain as possible for Jamie.

Jamie could feel every inch of Marcus slowly slipping inside his virgin arse. At first all he could feel was pain, he wanted it to stop so much, but after Marcus was all the way in he held it there for a few seconds while the pain started to ease off. Jamie was ready, Marcus had made his way in and it was time to start. Gradually, at first, Marcus starting easing his cock in and out in slow, steady motions. When he knew Jamie was ready, he started picking up the pace until he was at a feverish speed, pounding away at Jamie’s arse.

After a few minutes of pounding Marcus was getting ready to cum, he slowly pulled himself out of Jamie’s arse and told Jamie to turn around and get down on his knees. Jamie did as he was told; he got down on his knees with Marcus’ now undressed cock touching his face. Jamie knew what to do, he opened his mouth and took all of Marcus’ cock inside, and he was licking the shaft from the tip to the base until Marcus finally came down the back of Jamie’s throat. Jamie swallowed the whole load, savouring the taste of every last drop that was being expelled from the tip of Marcus’ cock. When Marcus had finished unloading into Jamie he pulled out and then, without any prompting, Jamie stood up and kissed Marcus.

After they’d finished kissing, the two got dressed and then just as they opened the cubicle door, in he walks. It was Simon. He was alone, and he knew what Marcus and Jamie had been up to, and to both Jamie and Marcus’ surprise, he unexpectedly, turned and ran out of the toilets. Without a second thought, Jamie ran out of the toilets after him. When Jamie got outside the toilets and found himself back in the pub he just caught a glimpse of Simon heading out the door to the car park outside. Walking slowly, so as not to cause suspicion from anyone around, Jamie headed out to the car park to find Simon, to find out what was wrong and to explain.

Jamie got outside to the car park and looked around trying to find Simon, he was no where to be found and just as Jamie was about to turn around to head back inside, there he was. Sitting on the edge of a bench, slumped over with his head in his hands. Jamie decided to slowly walk over to where Simon was sitting and when he was standing over Simon he said,

                “Hey, you, what’s wrong?” trying to act as if everything’s normal. Jamie noticed Simon was crying and he sat down next to him and tried to put his arm around him to comfort him. Simon lashed out, he threw Jamie’s arm of his shoulder and started to shout,

“How could you? How could you?” he kept repeating over and over while Jamie sat looking confused. “You were supposed to love me, not that second rate hussy.” Jamie sat, still looking confused. Simon continued, “So is that it, have you had enough of me now, are you and him an item, tell me? What was that?”

“Of course I haven’t had enough of you, I have always loved you Simon, since the day I face saw you, nothing could change that,” Jamie paused, “And that in there, that was nothing, it was a one time thing, you know what Marcus is like, you can’t say no to him when he wants you. But hey, what’s this? You’re straight you shouldn’t be upset just because I slept with someone,”

“It’s nothing forget it,” Simon said as he stood and tried to walk away. Jamie stood up and shouted to Simon, “That’s it is it? You walk in on me with a guy, get upset and then say it’s nothing. What’s really going on Simon? Be honest for once,”

“I love you ok,” Simon shouted back angrily as he ran towards Jamie and started hitting his chest. Jamie took hold off Simon’s hands to stop him and then Simon started crying again. Jamie took Simon into his arms, and they sat down once again. Simon slowly stopped crying and looked up into Jamie’s eyes. He could see that he was wrong, Jamie still loved him and now Jamie knew that Simon love him back. Neither of them said a word to each other, they just sat there with Jamie holding Simon, not caring that they were missing the party that was still going on inside. Not caring whether anyone saw them together like this.

Back at the party people were starting to wonder where Jamie and Simon were, Marcus had returned and he was the only one who knew what had happened, well up to the point where Jamie followed Simon out of the pub that is. He hadn’t told anyone, he didn’t have the right to and he knew it. People carried on enjoying themselves at the party, meanwhile outside, Simon plucked up the courage to speak. He turned to Jamie and said,

“I meant it Jamie, I’ve fallen for you, I want to be with you, that is, if you still want to be with me,” Simon stopped and waited hesitantly. Jamie replied, “Well,” pausing to tease, “Of course I want to be with you, I love you Simon.” Jamie and Simon hugged each other tighter and then stood up and were ready to face the world. The both re-entered the pub and headed to the function room to join everyone else. They entered holding hands and everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at them. No one said anything for a few minutes. Jamie and Simon headed down the stairs, still holding hands while everyone just stared at them.

They were the centre of attention and they didn’t care. They just walked into the room and sat down next to each other at a table. Gradually everyone started returning to what they were doing, the music started again and everyone continued. Mandy, Carly and Steven all walked over to where Simon and Jamie were sitting and no one knew what to say first. Carly then started,

                “So, guys, are you to…a couple now or what?” Jamie and Simon looked at each other and Simon replied, “Yeah, we are,” neither Simon nor Jamie could stop grinning. They were finally together. What Jamie had dreamt of since he first laid eyes on him had finally come true? They were together and they were happy. A slow song started on the sound system, the usual couples dance type song, so Carly and Steven take to the floor, Mandy grabs Marcus and then up stand Jamie and Simon as they make their way to the dance floor for their first dance together.

They danced in each others arms and held each other tight, as they had before. While they were dancing, Simon turned to Jamie and gently kissed him on the lips. Jamie reacted and the two of them shared their first kiss together on the dance floor. It was a beautiful sight, and to Simon and Jamie it felt so right.

That night Jamie and Simon went their separate ways and throughout the night they continued to text each other, they were finally together and they couldn’t stand being apart. It took them this long to find each other, being apart even for one night was almost unbearable.

THE END

Chapter One

by Jamie Alexander

I was a regular at The Phoenix Club, and at one point or another most of the guys in there had come back to my bed. Tonight, I’d come with my friend Paul, he was shy and sweet and deserved so much better than the shit of a boyfriend he’d been with until last year.

Paul had been living with his boyfriend Stuart for years, he’d thought they’d been happy and when the sex stopped at home, he just assumed it was because they were getting older and regular sex when they’d been together as long as they had just naturally reduced. I’d been for dinner with Paul and Stuart at their flat a few times before that night a year ago, I thought I knew them both well.

One Year Ago…

I was in the Phoenix Club as usual, looking for my latest conquest to take home and have my wicked way with, when I saw him. In a booth tucked in the back of the club was Stuart, with the unmistakable look of someone who was being sucked off under the table. He was shameless, I’m not saying I’ve not done it myself, but I wasn’t the one that claimed to be in a ‘committed’ relationship.

Part of me knew I shouldn’t meddle in someone else’s relationship. Maybe Paul knew what Stuart was getting up to and just let him do it. Paul had confided in me that it had been a while since he and Stuart had last had sex together. So much so that in Paul’s words, he’d been “having more of a relationship with his right hand than with his boyfriend”.

In that moment I had two options, walk away and mind my own business or confront Stuart. I probably considered walking away as an option for all of two seconds before my need to protect those I care for kicked in. Paul was my friend, and he didn’t deserve to be treated like this by the man he thought loved him.

I marched over to the booth and calmly but sternly said to Stuart, “What the fuck, do you think you’re doing?” Stuart looked up at me, shocked and stunned. He was so engrossed in being blown that he hadn’t seen me approach. Despite being startled, he was clearly passed the point of no return as he let loose his load into the mouth under the table. As soon as he’d finished, the young twink got up from the floor and tried to lean in and kiss Stuart. When Stuart didn’t respond, the boy turned and looked in my direction.

It was at this point I recognised the boy who had just a few minutes ago been swallowing a load on his knees, “Hello Timmy, can Stuart and I have a minute.” I could see why Stuart had picked Timmy, he knew exactly how to give a good blowjob. I’d used his mouth regularly myself if I’d not been able to find someone to take home. The boy had a natural talent and no gag reflex. When Timmy saw the look on my face he knew I wasn’t kidding, he’d seen it many times when he’d been naked at my feet during one of our more, adventurous, sessions. He swiftly disappeared off into the crowd leaving Stuart and me alone.

I slid into the booth next to Stuart and before he had a chance to say anything, I grabbed hold of his still exposed balls and squeezed them tightly. Keeping my voice low and deep, I looked him straight in the eyes and sternly said “You’re going to listen, and you’re going to do exactly as I say.” Stuart just nodded, knowing better than to say anything while I still had his ball in my almost vice like grip, so I continued, “You are going to go home, you’re going to tell Paul exactly what you’ve done, and then you are going to pack your bags and get out of his life, am I making myself clear.”

“And what if I don’t?” Stuart asked sounding cocky. I squeezed his balls tighter, making him wince, and calmly told him, “If you don’t, I will tell him what you’ve been up to and I will take great joy in helping him to inflict more pain on you than you have ever experienced,” in case he was in any doubt, I squeezed his balls even more, causing a tear to form in the corner of his eye. “Do I make myself clear?” I reiterated.

“I’m not scared of you,” sounded a little shaky this time Stuart was trying to test how serious I was. With my free hand I beckoned Timmy, who never took his eyes off our interaction, back over to the booth. He scurried back quickly, that boy loved to please me. He arrived at the table and knew better than to speak before I did, I’d trained him well if I did say so myself.

“Timmy, what happen to boys that don’t do as I say?”

Timmy blushed and looked at his feet for a moment, before glancing up through his fringe and cautiously replied, “They get punished Sir.”

“That’s right, and how do I punish them Timmy?”

“Erm,” I found his shyness endearing.

“It’s ok, Timmy, Stuart here needs to know what happens to naughty boys. I want you to show him,” his eyes shot up to meet mine when I said that. For a moment I thought he was going to question me, but then he thought better of it. Without another word, he turned away from the booth and lower his jeans enough to show the recent welts I’d caused on his ass. Timmy was never really a naughty boy, but he loved pain, and I loved inflicting it so when he’d wanted me to pin him to my cross and beat him with my belt, who was I to argue.

After admiring my handwork, I gently tapped Timmy’s ass knowing it would still be sensitive and whispered in his ear, “Good boy Timmy, off you go,” prompting him to thank me, pull up his jeans with a slight wince and disappear off into the club again.

“Do you understand now, Stuart?” I hissed giving his balls one more squeeze.

Stuart weekly nodded, knowing he had no choice in the matter. I released his balls allowing him to swiftly zip up his trousers. He climbed out of the booth and scurried out of the club. I heard from Paul later that night, telling me Stuart had told him what he’d done. I wasn’t entirely sure if he would. After his forced confession, Stuart packed his bags that night and left just as I’d told him to. Paul found it rough a first, until I’d told him the real story of what happened.

Stuart hadn’t told Paul the full story, he’d told him he’d been unfaithful but he gave Paul some bullshit story about him feeling bad about it and that he felt he had to come clean. I must admit I took a little bit of joy in filling Paul in on the real story of what happened that night, and Paul was both shocked and grateful to me for what I did.

Neither Paul nor I had seen Stuart since.

Back in the club tonight, that’s when I spotted him, stood across the dancefloor of the Phoenix club; tall, strong, and sexy. Dressed all in black with eyes that seemed to pierce my soul even when he wasn’t looking directly at me. Paul said something to me, but I didn’t catch his words, I was transfixed by this god propped up against a wall.

I felt Paul’s hand on touch my arm, snapping me back to reality. I quickly turned my head in Paul’s direction, ashamed I’d been ignoring my friend. Tonight, was supposed to be about him, not me and my dick. I’d promised tonight I would be Paul’s wingman and help him break his seemingly never-ending dry spell.

“Shit, sorry Paul, I got…distracted” I fumbled to say before quickly adding, “what did you say?”

Ever the perfect friend, Paul replied, “It’s ok, he’s hot, I know you need to fuck him,” I blushed, Paul knew me too well.

I could never resist the chance to get laid, but I was trying to be a good friend, “No, no, I am here for you tonight, not for me. I promised.”

“Alex it’s ok, honestly, go, I’ll be fine,” Paul said, nudging me towards the mysterious man. Sure I should have stayed with my friend, but as always I listened to my cock, knowing that Paul would always forgive me. I thanked my friend with a hug then turned back to what I hoped would be tonight’s conquest, only to find he’d gone. I looked around and couldn’t see him, I’d missed my chance but at least I wouldn’t be abandoning my friend after all.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned thinking it was Paul again, but it was my mystery man. Biceps bulging out the sleeves of his black T-shirt, dark eyes that I thought I could easily get lost in for hours, towering over me.

“Hi,” his deep voice came out shaking me to the core. I normally considered myself pretty smooth around guys, usually I was the one turning them into jelly. But this time the tables were turned on me, I was stunned into silence. I must have looked like an idiot, but I couldn’t stop staring at him. He just gave me a smile and he flexed his pecs which looked like they were dancing now under his t-shirt. I heard a voice whisper in my ear, “speak to him you idiot,” it was Paul who must have seen I was a few seconds away from just drooling in front of the guy.

“Hi,” I replied slightly squeakier than I’d intended.

“I’m Max, can I buy you a drink?”

“Please,” I purred.

Chapter Two

by Jamie Alexander

Once I’d had the courage of a drink inside me, I managed to regain some of my normal composure to work my magic on Max. But while normally I’d make brief small talk over a drink or two and then go back to their place or mine for a night of fun, with Max it was different. We chatted for hours, it felt so easy to talk to him and I enjoyed just getting to know him. It was only when the harsh house lights in the club came up and the music stopped that I realised we had been talking for hours. I’d never been at the club this late before, normally long since having left to fuck a guy or two. But with Max, there was no rush, just being in his presence felt amazing.

I was so glad when Max asked if I wanted to go back to his place, I wasn’t ready for this night to end, and neither was he. Max called a cab and while we waited leaned in to kiss me. It was electric, I’d kissed so many men before but something about kissing Max just felt so right. When the cab arrived, we jumped in and spent the short trip to his place kissing passionately, both desperate to take things further.

As soon as we were inside his apartment, our hands and mouths were all over each other. Clothes almost torn from each other’s bodies as he guided us towards his bedroom. We made it to the bed, our clothes scattered between here and the front door, and Max was on top of me kissing my neck and making me moan. I dug my fingers into his ass to ground myself, earning a moan from him in return that sounded almost like a growl with him so close to my ear. When he gasped, “I want to feel you inside me”, I didn’t need telling twice. He passed me the lube and I made quick work of preparing him, a skilled I’d perfected over years of quick one-night stands. Before long he was panting that he was ready for me, and I was gently easing myself inside him.

Once I was fully inside his tight hole, I waited until I could feel him relax before I started to ease almost all the way back out and then back in. I started slow, before building up, Max moaning at the pleasant intrusion. Hearing him moan my name compelled me to do something I’d never done with a hookup before. I leaned down and started kissing him as I was fucking him. For me kissing was usually something I did before sex but once I’d started, I would be focussed on chasing my own release. But with Max I longed to be as close to him as I could. We were both so horny that it wasn’t long before I was shooting my load inside him, triggering his own orgasm to release from his untouched cock between us.

Once we both came down from the amazing high of our releases, I collapsed on top of him, my cock still inside him as we both panted trying to get our breathe back. That was the most amazing sex I’d ever had. When I felt my cock start to soften and slip free from Max’s warmth, I rolled off the top of him and laid by his side. Normally this is when I’d be ready to get dressed and head home, or back out to find someone new, but when Max wrapped his arms round me to hug me to him, I just went with his arms on instinct. Loving the way his biceps made me feel safe and secure. We drifted off to sleep just like that, it was the deepest and most relaxing night’s sleep I’d had in a long time.

When we woke in the morning, Max and I had sex again before showering together, spending far longer than we needed soaping each other’s bodies and kissing under the hot spray until it started to cool. Retracing our trail of discarded clothes from the night before, I got dressed and we shared one last kiss at the door before I was about to leave. Max opened the door for me, I’d intended to say ‘I had a really great time,’ which was the truth, but instead my heart took over for the first time instead of my cock and I startled myself by saying, “Can I see you again?”

One response to “Chapter Two”

  1. Paul avatar
    Paul

    Love this story. I wish you’d really squeezed his balls…. But then perhaps you did!

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