Hi!
First of all I would like to thanks for all the love and feedback I have recieved for this story. I have rewritten the first two chapters and have started to publish them on Amazon. The story has expanded and I will give you a short intro to the new chapter. It is not so sex-heavy, but hope you enjoy it. Feel free to check out my Amazon page where I publish under the pen name Philip Stone. https://www.amazon.com/author/philipstone
Cheers /Stayedhere
This has happened: Kyle and Paul has had several encounters on board the cruise ship "Splendor of the Ocean". At the end of the cruise, Paul tells Kyle that they cannot meet again. Paul is married to Danielle and also takes care of Danielle's daughter Leah. Kyle has now returned with his parents to his home town Tallahassee where he works at book store and hangs out with his friend Alice.
Cruising the Ship -- Part 3
It was a slow day at the bookstore . Even the chatty old man who ran the place seemed quieter than usual, engrossed in sorting some old encyclopedias in the secondhand section. I was leaning on the counter, staring blankly at the wall as my mind whirled. Paul. Why did it always had to be Paul? Ever since I had returned from the cruise , all I could think of was him. His sun-kissed skin, his blue eyes and that smirk that could turn me on with just one glance. But no, he had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with me. I sighed heavily, feeling a pang of hurt. Fuck and forget- it seemed so easy for him, with his wife and family in Pensacola.
To get my mind off things I had been obsessing in books about ships, voyages around the world, the adventure. I had read all of Joseph Conrad, and his world-weary cynicism resonated deep within. I was in the middle of Nostromo when the bell above the door jingled , signifying the entrance of a new customer. Glancing up, I saw Alice barging in, her bright red hair bouncing as she walked, a wide smile across her face. She had this way about her, always cheerful, always chirpy and when she was with me, she made me feel like everything was going to be alright.
"Hey Kyle," she called out, "I heard you were closing up early today. What gives?" I sighed, pulling myself away from Conrad's dark tapestry of lust, greed and betrayal.
"Just a long day is all," I said, smile faltering slightly. "Nothing much."
She approached the counter, her eyes scanning the title I had tucked under my arm.
"Oooh, Conrad. You are in a heavy mood, I gather." Alice said, furrowing her brows mildly. She reached up and tucked a loose strand of curly hair behind her ear.
"Just a bit, I suppose," I lied, keeping my emotional turmoil as far from her as possible. "I was thinking about the cruise."
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. The last thing I wanted was to burden her with my troubles. Alice, however, narrowed her eyes, a glint of concern in them.
"Something happened on the ship, right?" she asked, her voice gentle. "You've been really weird lately."
I shook my head, wanting to look anywhere but at her concerned face.
"Nothing major. Maybe that was the problem" I said, smiling weakly, despite my lies.
I could see Alice's forehead wrinkling in confusion, but she didn't press the issue any further, giving me a sympathetic nod instead. The bell jingled again, this time the intruder was an older gentleman, browsing the history section. He was a regular here, a genuine original, and I noticed how Alice suppressed a smile.
"Afternoon," I offered, returning the old man's friendly wave.
"Something's not quite right, Kyle." Alice said, once the old man was engrossed in a book about the war. "You've been distant lately, and I hate seeing you like this."
"Alice, I'm fine. Just a long day, that's all." I replied, trying to keep the quiver out of my voice.
But I knew she was right. The cruise had left me shaken, and I hadn't recovered yet. The feeling of Paul's muscular body pressed against mine, his lips tasting of salt and whiskey, lingered as fresh as the morning sunshine. As we kissed, I had let my guard down" if only for a moment â€" forgetting myself, forgetting about the expectations and judgments of others. In many ways I was a different person now.
"Are you ready to go?" Alice said.
Her emerald eyes rose to meet mine, and I felt my resolve crumble.
"I guess," I sighed, "But don't worry about me. I'm fine, really."
She gave me a knowing look but didn't push the issue. I said goodbye to the owner who gave me a tired wave. We stepped outside into the warm Tallahassee evening, the air filled with the sound of cicadas and distant laughter. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over everything.
As we walked towards her car, Alice's hand slipped into mine. I let myself imagine what life would be like if I could feel for her like I felt for Paul . We could go on dates, laugh together, live a life my father would approve of. I squeezed her hand gently, trying to rid my impure thoughts.
We drove to a nearby park, where we often used to hang out on summer days. I leaned back in my seat, listening to music with my eyes closed. I listened to the melodic singing of the crickets, letting my mind wander, as if on autopilot.
"Sunset ice cream?" Alice asked with a bright smile, bringing me back to reality.
I nodded, forcing a smile in return.
"Sure, that sounds nice."
Walking around in the gently lit park was already soothing, my heart feeling a little lighter. And despite everything, deep down I knew Alice was right â€" I didn't need to carry this burden alone.
We got ourselves ice cream cones at a small stand near the entrance. Alice chose chocolate, while I went for pistachio. Some old classmates came by, greeting us with big laughs and high fives. We exchanged the usual banter and high-fives before they continued on their way, leaving Alice and me with the remnants of our slowly melting ice creams. It was a beautiful Florida evening, and the soft breeze caressed my skin, stirring a strange longing deep within me.
I looked around at the park, recalling memories of my childhood, and I realized that Alice had been a constant presence in it. She had helped me through tough times, encouraging me and lifting my spirits. A quiet sadness settled over me as I admitted to myself how much I valued her friendship. Our parents went to the same church, my mom organizing fundraisers and ladies' brunch, her dad playing guitar in the praise band. We'd grown up together, Alice and I, even sharing a classroom in school. Still, despite this, there was a tension between us that I hadn't fully recognized. Sometimes I thought she might have feelings for me, but I'd brushed those thoughts aside. I wasn't interested in Alice that way. And yet, there was a constant itch at the back of my mind. I couldn't seem to shake off the feeling that she deserved to know the truth about me.
"I really got to get home ," I finally spoke up, glancing at my phone to check the time.
"Oh, alright." Alice straightened up, looking disappointed. "We should hang out more. Go for a drink or something soon."
"Definitely." I nodded, half-heartedly.
We took our time, strolling along the dimly lit path, the cool night air brushing against our faces. The car journey was silent, marked with a strange weight suspended in the air. Alice wasn't one to pry, but her concern was palpable. As we pulled up at my house,
I gave her a forced smile and a quick peck on the cheek.
"I'll call you later, okay?" I said, orchestrating the words and tone carefully.
"Sure," Alice replied with a tight smile before she drove away.
When I entered the kitchen, I was welcomed by the warm, buttery aroma of biscuits fresh from the oven. My father Ron was hunched over the kitchen table, engrossed in the daily newspaper with his glasses perched precariously at the tip of his nose. His eyes skimmed the headlines, before being drawn to me.
"Hello there, son." His voice boomed, and his gaze landed on my face.
"Hi, Dad." I mumbled warily.
I noticed that he looked different than usual today. The little lines creasing his eyes and forehead were more prominent, but his smile was as wide as ever. There was a faint, metallic aroma of sweat and grease in his skin and clothes which could only mean one thing: he'd been working on a project at home, something he often did when burdened by a challenge at work. Before I could inquire further, my mom called from the hallway,
"Ron? Kyle? Are you home yet?" Mum called out, her voice soft and gentle as she entered the kitchen.
"I just met up with Alice after work", I said.
My mother's eyes lit up, as always when I mentioned Alice. Sometimes Mum was so predictable, it was almost comical. She was always hoping for Alice and me to become a couple. I shook my head, deciding to put off the inevitable confrontation for another day.
"Yes, it was great catching up with Alice," I said, pouring myself a glass of water from the jug on the table. "She gave me some good advice, as always."
"Such a nice girl. And Ron has been struggling with the outside deck all afternoon", Mum said.
I couldn't help but smile. That project had been going on for months. However efficient Dad was at work, at home he struggled to finish any chore. The deck on the backside of our house had become his latest to-do list item and was never progressing. Pieces of aged wooden boards were scattered across the grass, disintegrating from disuse and standing as a testament to Dad's inability to complete the task. The deck, dappled with patches of sunlight and thick layers of mildew, called out for restoration, but it went untouched.
"About that", Dad said, putting down the paper, "I have some news. Remember that nice couple from the cruise?"
"Paul and Danielle?" Mum asked.
"I've kept in touch. Paul is a carpenter, you know. He has agreed to help out."
Dad's voice was filled with enthusiasm and relief, and his eyes sparkled as he looked at my mother, who smiled back at him. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Paul, the same Paul who had taken my virginity on the Splendor of the Ocean, was coming to our house to help build our deck. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me, and I couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in my stomach.
"That's wonderful news, dear!" Mum exclaimed, before turning to me. "Isn't that great?" she asked, her eyes wide with excitement.
I couldn't help but feel my heart beat faster in my chest. I forced a smile, trying to appear as happy as they were.
"Y-yes, that's fantastic," I stammered, trying to mask the unease creeping up in my voice.
My heart skipped a beat as images of Paul's tanned muscles, his strong hands, and his come-hither gaze flashed through my mind. I swallowed hard, my throat constricting at the thought of him once again so close I could almost touch him. He had said that he was too old for me, that he had his family to take care of. All his reasons were understandable, but it still hurt like hell.
"He will be coming over this weekend", Dad said , snapping me out of my thoughts. "Paul and I agreed on a time for him to swing by on Saturday afternoon. He'll take a look at the deck, and we can discuss further plans."
He went on, barely leaving room for me to get a word in edgewise. I felt numb, like the words were just sounds bouncing off my ears, and I couldn't truly comprehend them. If my parents only knew the full extent of my relationship with Paul , the thought alone would make their heads spin faster than a roulette wheel. But what's done is done. Paul had his life back in Pensacola, a wife and a daughter to care for. Our brief moment of connection had been a stain that could never truly fade. Now, he was coming to Tallahassee, and to my home no less. My heart raced at this new turn of events. I couldn't help but imagine the myriad possibilities. And as each image filtered through my brain, I felt a rush of adrenaline and a surge of panic that threatened to shatter the walls I had so carefully constructed over the last few months. I decided to retreat to my room , needing solace from these overwhelming feelings that were threatening to consume me.
The quiet and seclusion of my bedroom provided an opportunity for introspection, and as I stood leaning against the window, I stared out at the dense pine forest that wrapped itself around our modest house. The muted sunlight filtered through the evergreen needles, casting a soft golden light on the worn wood of the house and the garden that needed tending.
Our property line was delineated by a rusty, sagging fence that separated the wild, lush landscape of our backyard from the prim and proper suburban houses beyond.
As I glanced at the overgrown garden, with flowers blooming defiantly and weeds winding themselves around the crumbling stones of the walkway, I found myself wanting to feel a semblance of that wildness. To surrender myself to my desires and let nature take its course. Oh, how forbidden it would be, how exciting and exhilarating.
Come Saturday, my mind was in shambles about Paul's arrival. I knew I should have been excited to see him again, to feel his hands working on our deck, but all I felt was a jittery anxiety that refused to fade. At noon, an old pick-up-truck pulled up on our driveway, and the engine was switched off. I peered through the window, my heart beating frantically.
"Kyle, Paul is here," Mom called out.
No reply came from me. I couldn't find the words to express how I was feeling, a turbulent battle between nervousness and exhilaration pulsing through me. Through the window's dusty pane, I saw Paul emerging from the driver's side. He looked exactly like I remembered him from the cruise , the sun-kissed skin still beautiful and tanned. His muscles rippled under his faded blue t-shirt, accentuating his rugged charm. Yet something was different, a shy, nervous hesitance in his eyes, a hollow quiet that did not match his usual charisma.
My heart pounded in my chest as he ascended the rickety porch staircase, his boots clanking against the peeling wood. Dad went out to greet him , giving his hand a hearty shake.
"Good to see you, Paul! Thanks for coming by," I heard Dad say as he gestured for Paul to follow him around the back.
I hastily slipped away from the window, not wanting to be caught gazing like a schoolgirl with a crush. Instead, I stood motionless in the hallway, listening intently for any hint of their conversation.
"The deck is in a state of disrepair, indeed," Paul commented, his voice laced with sympathy.
My heart leaped at the sound of it, that same husky, familiar voice from the cruise ship, as clear as day.
I remained in my position, rooted to the spot, ear pressed against the wooden panels that separated us. Eavesdropping was hardly a heroic trait, nor did it make for a thrilling scene in a reputable novel, and yet I couldn't help myself. Their conversation touched on various details of the pending project, the type of wood to be used, tools required, and so on.
Dad chuckled at something Paul said.
"I'll get my son out here to help. You remember Kyle?" Dad said.
"Of course I do", Paul replied.
I decided I might as well face the music, and I reluctantly stepped outside to join them. Paul looked at me, and a genuine smile broke across his handsome face as our eyes met. I tried to remain calm, but there was an electric tension in the back-and-forth exchange between us. I cleared my throat, shaking off the unease that gripped me.
"It's good to see you again, Paul", I lied, struggling to remain cordial.
"And you as well," Paul replied, his deep voice echoing through the warm air, triggering an inconvenient flutter in my stomach.
He glanced over at my dad, who was now pointing to a stack of weathered wood planks on the ground.
"This will be enough for now, I reckon. I'll get started on repairing the railing as soon as possible."
My dad nodded gravely; expression turn stoic as he took a step back.
"Alright, good man. I appreciate your help, Paul."
There was a tense silence as both of them stood, taking in the dilapidated deck, heavy with humidity and age. They each stared at the wood planks and worn railings, as if begging to be restored to their former glory.
I could see Paul's contemplative expression, the wheels in his mind churning with ideas, while Dad set about explaining the expected timeline for repairs. The sun had climbed ever higher throughout the afternoon, casting dappled shadows across our backyard as the work commenced.
Paul musclebound frame cut through golden sunlight as he bent to his tasks, his hands exploring the weathered wood as tenderly as if they were his own. He carefully inspected every board, scrutinized for any signs of decay that might spell doom for the structure.
"Need any help?" I reluctantly asked , stepping closer to Paul as he took stock of our crumbling deck.
As I looked into those caramel-colored eyes, I wasn't sure if I really meant it or if I was just trying to get a better look at the freckles that dusted his nose. I cleared my throat awkwardly, shoving my hands deeper into the pockets of my denim shorts.
"I can get started on removing those broken boards," Paul said, a strand of sun-streaked hair falling over his eyes as he leaned down to the task.
"I'll, uh, help you there," I stammered lamely, trying not to let him notice how flustered I felt.
"I'll leave you to it, then", Dad said with a smile.
As Dad sauntered away, making his way towards the house, Paul and I continued to pull up the old boards, our bodies falling into a rhythm as we worked. Sweat trickled down my neck in the stifling heat, leaving a trail of damp residue. I couldn't help but steal glances at Paul as he worked, the muscles in his arms and chest rippling beneath the faded blue t-shirt he wore. The sun-kissed skin on his neck was tanned to a golden hue, with flecks of freckles that dotted the exposed areas of his body. His jawline was firm and defined, and his full lips were always pursed into a thoughtful line as he worked.
I found myself lost in the sight of him, my breaths growing ragged as our closeness intensified. His eyes were the color of warm caramel, flecked with honey and a hint of gold. They were sharp and intense, yet filled with an innate kindness that belied his rough exterior. His eyebrows were thick and dark, with a slight curve that gave him an air of brooding intensity. I couldn't help but feel myself drawn to him, my heart beating faster with each stolen glance.
"Thanks for helping me with this." He looked into my eyes, and the energy between us shifted. I couldn't break away from his gaze as he gently bit his lower lip.
I felt a hot shiver creeping up my spine, and I struggled to maintain my cool exterior.
As we removed the remaining boards, Paul's chest heaved with exertion, and I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles strained against the thin fabric of his shirt. My heart raced in my chest, and I cursed myself for the growing desire that surged through me.
"You okay there?" Paul asked, looking at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
I swallowed hard.
"I'm okay," I croaked out. "But we need to talk."
"Kyle..."
"Why did you come here?" I asked.
The words came out gruffly, and I felt embarrassed for a second. I wasn't entirely confident why I wanted to have this conversation, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something needed to be said between us. Paul's eyes widened, and he hesitated before replying,
"Didn't you hear what your Dad said? He wanted me to help with the deck. And I need the work."
"That's not what I meant," I said, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. "I want to know why you are doing this. You made it clear we couldn't see each other again. You told me it was a one-time thing. So, what changed?"
Paul frowned at my words, his brow furrowing as he looked away, a sheen of sweat forming on his tanned forehead.
"I made a mistake, Kyle. I shouldn't have let it go that far. I have a family. I take care of Danielle's daughter."
"You could have gotten work anywhere . Why here?"
The silence hung between us like a weight. He finally look to me, those amber eyes boring deep into mine. His expression remained guarded, but I saw the flicker of uncertainty in his face.
"Because I wanted to see you again."
There it is. He admitted it. I felt a rush of excitement coupled with a twinge of trepidation. What did this mean for us now that he said it aloud?
"Now let's get back to work", he said. "Your father is watching us." Paul said, his gaze darting towards the window where I knew my father was keeping a close eye on the progress of our repairs. I let out a huff, frustrated by the interruption of our conversation. My heart was still racing from his admission. He wanted to see me again, and yet there were so many questions that hung unanswered between us.
We continued our laborious task of removing the worn-out planks, each one creaking and groaning as we ripped it free from its weathered moorings.
The sun was now a glowing orb on the horizon, casting elongated shadows that danced between the moss-covered trees. We worked side by side, but the tension that crackled between us was palpable, and I could hardly focus on the task at hand. As I yanked up another frayed board, I paused, momentarily distracted by the flex of Paul's forearms as he pried a particularly stubborn nail from the wood.
Leaning back on my haunches, I dragged the back of my hand over my perspiring brow. Paul glanced over, his gaze tracing over my sweat-slicked chest. The heat was stifling, and the tension between us was a scorching presence of its own, making it difficult to breathe. As he crouched down on the deck, I couldn't help but drink in the sight of him. His faded blue t-shirt clung to the muscular contours of his torso, and the glistening sheen of sweat that covered his skin only served to heighten my carnal awareness of him.
"Why don't we take a break", I said. "There is a swimming hole near the house; we could cool down."
Paul looked at me and at first didn't say a word. I saw that in his mind he was calculating the risk.
"Let's go", he finally said.
We quietly walked down the steep, narrow path, using tree roots and rocks to hold ourselves back from slipping on the wet dirt. Our breaths heavy, we heard the sound of water slowly growing louder. It was hidden from view, concealed within thick foliage.
The swimming hole was a local secret, nestled deep amongst the arching canopies of ancient oaks. The shallow waters of the cavernous sinkhole provided the perfect respite for those seeking to escape the midday heat. Paul and I trudged through the dense underbrush, sweating profusely, our muscles throbbing with exhaustion.
"I'm shattered," Paul groaned.
I grinned lasciviously and led him towards the swimming hole, hidden amongst the towering trees and dense underbrush. The air felt more breathable here, a respite from the stifling heat of the afternoon. I watched as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it carelessly to the side, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest. I drew in a sharp breath, my gaze lingering on the dark curls that nestled in the valley between his pecs, the way his muscles rippled as he moved.
"Fuck, it's hot." Paul muttered, sliding out of his cut-off jeans.
He was standing right in front of me now, in nothing but a pair of snug black boxer briefs, displaying his hard, muscular ass cheeks. I couldn't tear my gaze away. His flawless physique, the droplets of sweat that trickled down the length of his body, and the twitching muscles on his thighs all made my heart race. I hesitated for a moment before stripping off my own clothes, becoming acutely aware of my own sweat-drenched body.
We waded into the swimming hole; the cool water instantly tempering our overheated skin. A series of large slick stones formed a makeshift stairway into the deeper waters. I moved ahead of Paul; my eyes focused on the water around me instead of the near-naked man behind me. I slipped into the water, feeling the cool liquid enveloping my legs and waist until I was submerged up to my shoulders. The water felt like a soothing balm against my sunburnt skin.
Paul lowered himself into the water beside me. Our bodies were only inches apart, our chests rising and falling in sync as we caught our breath. My eyes traced the contours of his face, soaking in the lines and shadows.
Our eyes didn't break contact as I took a step closer, my wet legs grazing against the rough stones at the bottom of the swimming hole. My hand reached out, fingers splaying, hovering just millimeters from his firm, sun-kissed chest. A shiver of anticipation coursed through me; I could feel the tension between us building like an electrical charge in the thick summer air.
"Don't..." Paul murmured hesitantly, but my hand landed on his chest, feeling his beating heart.
I closed the distance between us, pressing my shaking body against his in a feverish rush. My hands traced the outline of his muscular shoulders, gliding across the smooth skin of his back, gripping onto him tightly. Paul's arms enveloped me, and the heat of his breath fanned against my cheeks.
"Kyle, we can't."
"Why not?"
I stood on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his, tasting the salt of his sweat mixed with the sweetness of his mouth. Paul groaned against me, and I felt his hands creeping down to my ass, grinding me against his increasingly hard cock.
"We can't go back to that," he whispered, but even as he said it, I felt his resolve crumbling.
The light filtering through the trees cast dappled shadows on his broad shoulders, illuminating the sweat that glistened on his chest. I ran my hands down the soft hair that covered his chest, feeling the muscles ripple under my fingers. Paul sucked in a breath as I reached lower and grazed my hand against the bulge in his wet boxers.
"Stop, we can't do this," he whispered, but I could feel the tension in his body.
I slipped my hand underneath the fabric and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock, feeling a surge of power and lust as he moaned against my lips. Paul's hands gripped my hips and pulled me closer, our cocks pressed together under the water as we kissed fiercely.
I broke away from his lips and looked into his eyes.
"I want you," I said, my voice thick with need.
"Fuck", he muttered.
His hands slid down my backside, tugging down my underwear as his fingers explored my bare ass. The cool water against my skin only heightened the contrasting warmth of the moment.
"Paul," I pleaded.
"Shh," he hushed me as he nibbled at my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "We have to be quiet."
Fire raced through my veins, my heart thundering in my ears as I fought to keep my breathing steady, lest someone should hear. Paul caught my earlobe between his teeth, his stubble tickling my skin. The sensation sent shivers down my spine. My hands roamed the contours of his muscular back, tracing every curve and ripple. His skin was hot to the touch.
"God, Kyle... you drive me crazy , fuck."
Paul's lips curled upwards into a wicked grin before he captured my lips once again. His tongue delved deep into my mouth, teasing mine as our bodies writhed against each other under the water's shallow embrace. I whimpered, feeling a desperate need build up within me.
In one swift motion, Paul picked me up, crushing me against his firm chest as he carried me to the shore. A fallen tree trunk formed the perfect perch for us, and I sat atop it, thighs quivering with excitement. Paul stood between my legs, holding me in place, eyes locked on mine. My hands reached eagerly for his hard cock, ghosting down the washboard abs and thick thighs that trembled under my touch. I was feverish with need, desperate to have him inside me.
I gripped him firmly, thumbing the bead of pre-come gathered on the tip. My lips found his once more, hungry for his taste. Our tongues intertwined, a messy, frenzied dance as we devoured each other. Paul's hands traced over my bare chest, claiming what was his and marking the territory. His index finger found my nipple, and he rolled it between thumb and pointer finger, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through me. I breathed heavily, my cock straining against him. Needy little noises kept building in my throat as he continued his sweet torment.
His hands trailed down and grabbed my hips , pulling me to the edge of the tree trunk. Paul looked me deep in the eyes, and a wicked smile tugged at his lips.
"I've got to taste you," He growled before dipping down to take my aching cock into his mouth.
Electricity jolted through my body as his mouth closed around me, and he sucked me deep into his throat. I fisted my hands into his hair, and tugged at the roots. He sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks, and I felt him swallow around my shaft.
Paul's hands slid up my thighs, gripping my hips with bruising force as he continued to devour me. The wet sounds of his mouth on my cock fueled my lust, sending me spiraling into an abyss of filthy pleasure. I was a quivering mess, my thighs shaking as I struggled to remain quiet, my whimpers stifled behind gritted teeth.
With expert precision, Paul teased the underside of my head, where sensitive nerves made me jump at his touch. His tongue flicked the spot, and he swallowed me down again.
I writhed on the trunk as he pleasure me with his lips and tongue. I gasped when he slid a finger in my hole, thrusting gently as he swallowed me again.
His finger circled around my prostate, and I bit down on my fist to keep from screaming. Paul's free hand snaked its way up my chest, pinching my nipples to painful delight. He alternated between sucking, licking, and fucking me with his fingers.
"I need...I need you to fuck me, Paul." I gasped as he pulled out of my mouth.
The primal longing echoing in my voice seemed to swell inside Paul as much as it did in me. He stood over me, his gaze never leaving my face as he gripped his rock-hard cock in his hand, guiding it towards my desperately waiting entrance.
"God, Kyle. You're killing me." Paul murmured, gripping my hips roughly as he lined up his cock.
I closed my eyes and took a sharp breath as I felt the tip of his cock pressing against me. Paul slid into me, slow and deliberate, bottoming out with one hard thrust. I cried out, hands clawing at the rough tree bark beneath me. Paul's breathing ragged as he held himself barely above me. His face was a portrait of pure ecstasy, the lines of his face softened. He grabbed my legs , pulling them around his waist, positioning me right at the edge of the tree trunk. I bit down hard on my bottom lip as he began to slide back and forth inside me. Each thrust sent jolts of electricity racing through every nerve in my body, and I couldn't stifle my whimpers any longer. I gripped onto him for dear life, my legs tightening around his waist as he picked up the pace, fucking me in long, deep strokes. I could feel every inch of him, sliding in and out of me.
The tree trunk rubbed my backside raw, but I didn't care. I needed him too much. I arched my back, meeting his thrusts, urging him deeper. Paul's hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me. Our bodies slapped together, the sound of wet flesh against flesh filling the air.
"Fuck, Kyle," Paul grunted, his voice ragged. "You feel so fucking good."
I reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Pre-come leaked from the tip, making my hand slick. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. He looked intently at my movements, his eyes hungry as he watched me pleasure myself.
"Oh fuck, Kyle. I'm not gonna last much longer," Paul groaned, his grip on my hips tightening.
"Come inside me, Paul," I begged.
He let out a guttural growl, his pace quickening. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the air, mingling with our ragged breaths and moans. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the friction intensifying with each thrust. It was hot and pulsing in my channel, stretching me so fucking good. I wanted him to fill me up, to mark me as his. His grunts echoed around us, and I could see the sweat dripping down his chest, mixing with the water that still clung to his skin.
" You're gonna make me come," I panted, my fingers tightening around my cock.
"Come with me, Kyle," he growled.
He reached between us and wrapped his hand around mine, jacking me in time with his thrusts. Our hands worked in tandem, my pre-come lubricating our grips. Our breathing became increasingly ragged as we locked eyes, completely lost in the moment. I didn't care about anything than being taken by this man who I've been longing for so long. Paul's grunts grew louder with every thrust, and I couldn't help myself. I threw my head back and moaned even louder, his hands gripping my hips painfully.
"Oh god... Oh, man", I screamed incoherent words of bliss.
The feeling of him inside of me was indescribable, and I could tell Paul was nearing his end by the wild look in his eyes. He lowered his head to my shoulder, gnawing at my neck and skin. Every thrust of his cock was bringing me closer to the elusive precipice. I could feel my orgasm building from the base of my spine, urging me to let go.
I tightened my grip on my cock, stroking faster as Paul's thrusts became more urgent. His grunts turned to primal howls that echoed through the secluded wooded oasis. The smell of sweat and sex permeated the air.
"Fuck, Kyle, I'm gonna come!"
Paul's face contorted with pure ecstasy as he slammed into me for the final thrusts. With a loud groan, Paul released, flooding me with wave after wave of heated pleasure. I pushed my hips up, meeting his last thrust, and I felt my own climax beginning to crest. Expletives escaped me as I came, my body crying out in release. My vision blurred, and the delicious scent of Paul's sweat filled my nostrils. The world melted away as I shook and gasped, helpless as the orgasm consumed me. I called out Paul's name repeatedly, my voice hoarse and strained.
Finally, as the aftershocks subsided, Paul collapsed on top of me on the trunk. I held him close, our sweaty bodies still intertwined as we caught our breaths. I could feel his heartbeat echoing against my own chest, calming down from the wild beat. His hot breath fanned across my neck, leaving little kisses and love bites. His erection still buried inside me, beginning to soften but still filling me up completely. I clenched around him involuntarily, wanting to store every sensation in my memory to replay later when I was alone.
Paul's lips found mine in a gentle, loving kiss.
"That was amazing", he said breathlessly, stroking my hair tenderly. "But we really can't be doing it like this."
I looked at him, tears welling up in my eyes.
"I know, I'm sorry", I replied. "It's just... it feels so right".
Dazed and tangled up in emotions, Paul helped me off the tree trunk. He leaned in for another kiss as we heard a rustling from the dense underbrush.
We froze, still in our embrace. Had we been discovered? The rustling was subtle, maybe it was only a small animal. Paul and I exchanged a tense glance and remained silent as we tried to decipher the source.
"Look." I pointed, his voice barely above a whisper.
I turned to see nothing but lush foliage and trees. I squinted, making out a flash of red. A head of vibrant curls. It was Alice. Frozen, I looked at Paul, who now had a tinge of panic spreading across his face. Instinctively, I moved to hide but it was too late; Alice had already seen us. I scrambled for my clothes, but when I finally had put them on, Alice had already run away , her long auburn curls bobbing behind her like a fiery tail.
"Who was that?" Paul asked , his voice hushed.
"Alice," I replied, as I put on my shirt. "She is my best friend."
Paul looked shocked, but I couldn't blame him. We had just been caught red-handed in the act. A homosexual act. Paul pulled on his jeans, eyes still on the forest.
"You need to talk to her. I can't..."
"I will."
"This was crazy, Kyle", Paul said, looking at me with a mixture of remorse and lust.
"Yes, it was", I replied quietly.
I wanted to reassure him, but I didn't know how. I could still feel his seed leaking out of me, soaking my underwear, and the memory of our bodies writhing together caused my own cock to twitch. I shook my head, trying to erase the thought. We needed to get back to the house and act normal around my parents.
"If she tells someone..." Paul murmured , worry evident in his voice.
"She won't," I said confidently, although deep down I wasn't so sure.
Alice was my best friend, but I knew she held strong conservative values, being a Christian and all. I couldn't imagine how she would react to seeing me in such a sinful act with Paul. We walked back towards the house in silence, our clothes still damp from the swimming hole. My skin felt clammy, and a cold sweat had broken out across my forehead. I glanced over at Paul, who looked just as troubled as I felt. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. His face was stern with a mix of guilt and fear. I couldn't help but think about his wife, Danielle, and her daughter, Leah. I knew he loved them, but I had also seen the desire in his eyes when he looked at me.
We reached the house and walked in through the back door, trying to act as normal as possible.
"You've done a great job with the deck, Paul", dad said as we entered the kitchen.
"Thanks", Paul responded, avoiding my gaze. "Most of the boards needed to go. I will bring new material tomorrow."
As they continued to discuss the project, Mum entered the kitchen too. She had her phone in her hand.
"I talked to Danielle. I invited her here tomorrow too. We could have a Sunday barbecue."
My heart sank . Paul looked at me helplessly.
"Sure, that'll be nice," Paul replied, forcing a smile.
My parents' chatter filled the air, leaving me uneasy and anxious about tomorrow's gathering. I left the room and climbed upstairs to my bedroom. I closed the door quietly behind me, relieved to escape the prying eyes of my parents, and the unnerving presence of Paul. I changed into dry clothes and sat on the bed, trying to process everything that had just happened.
I couldn't believe I let things with Paul spiral out of control. My thoughts flicked back to Alice. What had she seen? I had wanted Paul there at the swimming hole. I had willingly followed. I wanted him. I did not care about the consequences.