If It Weren't For the Two of Us Chapter 21
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21
I knew Mike had tomorrow off for the holiday, but I didn't want to dominate his whole weekend. I told him I would head out during the afternoon.
The morning was great: a healthy breakfast, a one-hour run and then an arousing shower with the man I love. We didn't get into bed following the shower. Hopefully, before I headed out, we could have one last round of intimacy.
We made a simple lunch of soup and salad. Mike asked about the lake house. We started formulating minor plans, but I told him the main purpose was just to relax, so we didn't overthink it. The weekend was less than two weeks away now.
I told him a few places I planned on interviewing this week. I asked him if he had any ideas for places that might fit my degree. He made one suggestion I hadn't thought of. I asked if he minded if I used him as a reference. He said he would be delighted.
I mentally started preparing myself to be dressed up most of the week. We practiced mock interviews. I felt silly as hell speaking a script to Mike, but it was probably helpful. I've always felt confident about myself, about my skills. The one thing I wasn't confident about myself was being gay. I'm now past that issue. Not that it would come up in an interview, but I was feeling strong about going into potential interviews this week.
After lunch, I asked Mike if I could be of help before I headed out. We did a few small things together: folding laundry, stapling tests, preparing textbook checklists. He probably could have easily done all that on his own, but I enjoyed being helpful. For just a glimpse, it felt like we lived together. I loved the feeling. Would we ever live together? I needed to get a job first, get out on my own. We certainly couldn't rush into it now, but I felt like I could. But that would be foolhardy.
At 2 o'clock, I started putting my things into a bag.
"I want us to do one more thing before you go," he said.
Mike handed me a picture frame.
"Can you unwrap that?" he requested.
I pulled off the wrapper and threw it away.
"What's the frame for?"
"I had something printed off. I wanted you to put it in the frame for me."
"Why me?"
"Here," he said, handing me a picture.
It was the selfie I took of the two of us in our boxer shorts. Well, his boxer shorts.
"I had it printed last week," he said.
After I put the photo in the frame, I handed it back to Mike. He placed it on the dresser next to the small book he had shown me.
"I think I'll like having this photo of you — of us — in the bedroom."
"You said there was ... um ... one more thing you wanted to do before I go. Are you sure it wasn't ... two?"
I smiled. He smiled. Within seconds we were naked.
"Anything you'd like, my lovely boyfriend?" he asked me.
"I haven't fucked you in a couple months, but I'd like to save that for when you are done with school. You know, to really make the celebration special."
"Fair enough. So, what then?"
"I love everything," I said. "Let's start with some kissing and see where that takes us."
We had developed a knack for passionate kissing. We were both great kissers. Well, I guessed I was. Honestly, I had no idea. It just seemed like we poured so much romance and lust and masculine grit into our kissing. I loved it. I loved how it made both of us hard even without touching our dicks.
"I want to come in your mouth," I breathlessly requested following several minutes of kissing.
He immediately accepted my request. He reached down and gripped my erection, pulling it a few times. Then his mouth descended on my enlarged organ. I moaned. This was going to be a loud lovemaking session. I could feel it.
Mike moved his leg on the other side of me. He was servicing my crotch while his hovered above my head. I reached up and groped his rigid cock. As he sucked my stiffened flesh, I stroked his. I could feel him hum a little around my dick. His blow job was skillful. My erection was throbbing within minutes. It was too quick for me to come yet. I leaned up to bury my face into his ass. My tongue explored his crack. I was hoping that distraction would keep me from coming too soon. Resting on one elbow, I pulled his crack open wider with my other hand. I pushed my face further into his ass. My tongue playfully tickled his pucker. He moaned on my cock louder. If I would have been able to grab the lube out of the drawer, I would have finger fucked him, but I couldn't reach it. I still let a finger tease the entrance to his hole.
Mike took his mouth off my cock and took in a deep breath.
"Let me lay down," he said.
He stretched out on the bed with his head on his pillow.
"Come up here, babe."
We repositioned. I moved my dick in front of his face, straddling his shoulders. My cock slowly entered his mouth again and he immediately inhaled it. I let my fingers on my left hand reach behind me to play with his chest hair. That was always fucking hot. He moved his mouth up and down on my rod and I gently thrust my hips too. I was fucking his face.
Mike's right arm was working his own cock. He was stroking his stiff wood with hard, regular strokes. His left hand traced the length of my ass crack. One finger teased my hole. Once again, I felt like I was going to come too soon.
"Hold on," I said.
I pulled off him and leaned over to the drawer. I pulled out the lube and ran some up into my crack.
"I want you to finger fuck me while I fuck your face," I said, slightly amazed at the things I now say that I couldn't have thought about saying during the winter.
I dripped some lube on two of his fingers. His first digit found my hole and moved up inside me.
"Oooo yeah," I let out.
I pushed my hard-on back into Mike's mouth. He moaned loudly on my meat. I moaned back in return. As I thrust my hips, sliding my cock in and out of his mouth, his fingers kept up. A second finger joined the first. As I had requested, I was being finger fucked while I was pushing my erection in and out of his mouth. His other hand dripped some lube on his cock. He rubbed the slickness up and down his six-plus inches. With his mouth stuffed with my manhood, he could only moan, but he did loudly. I, on the other hand, could groan as loudly as I wanted. I did. We were in sync. With so many moving parts, all of them giving us harmonious pleasure, the two of us were a sex machine.
"Fuck me harder with your fingers, Mike. Ohhhh yeah. Oh, honey. That feels so good."
It did. My ass felt good. My cock felt good. My heart was aflame with lust. Our libidos were in high gear.
"I'm close, Mike."
He moaned louder. His fist beat his slick cock to where I could hear it slam into his groin as he masturbated violently.
"Oh, Mike. I'm going to come. Oh, Mike. Oh, Mike. Oh yeah. Ohhhhhhh. I'M COMING!"
I groaned like an animal as I felt my cock unleash the first shot of cum in his throat. As he felt the hot liquid, he moaned louder. I continued to growl and snarl and scream as my orgasm kept lining his throat with blast after blast of cum.
"Ohhh, man!" I said as I felt my cock spurt its last.
I left my penis in his mouth for a moment longer. When I eventually removed it, he was freed to speak.
"Trent, I'm close. Hang your balls in my face."
I hovered my balls above his mouth and his tongue extended to lick them.
"Oh yeah," he gasped.
He sucked both balls into his mouth one at a time. He hummed as his tongue became playful with them. By his volume, I could tell he was nearing the brink. I pulled my sac from his mouth. I quickly moved to his side and placed my lips on top of his. We kissed.
"Come for me, babe," I whispered into his lips.
We kissed for another moment.
"Ohhhhhhh, Trent! Oh, baby! Oh, Trent. Yeah. Oh, yes! I'm coming. I'm coming! I ... UNGH!"
Mike's cum shot straight up in the air. It landed at the bottom of his torso. He kept coming. It was a long orgasm. His fist kept forcing another shot of cream from his cock. His torso was splattered.
"Ohhhhhh, yeaaaaaaaaahhhhh." He took a deep breath. "Holy fuck."
I kissed him again. And again.
"You are one hot man," I said, staring into his face.
"I love you," he said.
I took his cock into my mouth. Still long, it had lost its rigidity. I sucked on it a bit. Then I took one long lick of his cum. He pulled me to his mouth, and we kissed, sharing his orgasm on our tongues. Then I laid next to him. We were still. We held hands.
"I hate that you're going," he told me.
"You need some time for yourself. You still have two weeks left. Besides, I'm cooking dinner for you Tuesday."
May 24
What a fun weekend. I keep thinking I will get used to having sex, but that hasn't happened. Each time it is great. Mike makes it great. I almost worry that it will eventually subside. It's probably inevitable, but right now, it's freakin' hot. I'm certainly comfortable with it.
We had a fun night with Lance. I hope he feels more comfortable in a gay atmosphere. I want him to completely come out. But that's up to him. He sure had fun with us dancing. I hope that makes him feel more at ease with everything. Maybe he will feel he fits in.
Memorial Day was enjoyable. I spent time with parents doing simple things. We entertained ourselves with television and games. We did make a matinee. All three of us thought it was "too Hollywood." In private, Mom asked me about the weekend. She'd throw in a prying question every now and then, but in a "motherly" caring way. I tried to dance around the particularly personal parts but let her know things were good. She seems to be accepting the gay part better than the Mike part.
Dad seemed to enjoy having the day off. He grilled steaks.
May 25
Memorial Day is supposed to be the unofficial start of summer. Once Mike wraps up school, it will completely feel that way. I'm ready. There are so many new chapters in my life all lying ahead. If I think about it too long, it gets a little scary. But right now, I'm feeling optimistic.
I got dressed up Tuesday morning and drove into Jackson Bend. I had three job prospects I wanted to get accomplished. With the holiday, some bosses had taken a few days off. At least in those cases, I made appointments for next week. The last place was a radio station. The manager said the station would be introducing a couple new formats for the summer. He wanted me to come back and talk again next week, after they had worked out the final details. That sounded promising, at least.
I had already eaten lunch, but following that interview, I texted Lance. Since I was in town, maybe we could meet up.
"What are you doing today?" I asked.
"My paperwork. Today is my first day on the job. But I should be finished by 3:30. Want to do dinner?"
"I wish I could. I'm cooking for Mike."
"Aw. You're so domestic. Stop by beforehand?"
"For a few minutes I guess."
Now I had a couple hours to kill. It was a bit back and forth, but I did the grocery shopping for dinner and took it to Mike's. I brought in my bag. I could have changed, but if I was going to see Lance and then come back and start dinner, I didn't have time.
Lance pulled up at 3:28, just a couple minutes after me.
"Wow! Look at you! All dressed up. Lookin' sharp," he said.
"Yeah. You gotta do what you gotta do."
We went inside. He gave me a big hug and a sloppy smooch on the cheek.
`You really do look handsome, dude."
"Thanks. How was work?"
"Ha. Well today wasn't `work,' it was more forms, a tour and an explanation of responsibilities. I'm an assistant to two main managers, so the first weeks will probably be learning the ropes."
"Ah."
"How about you? How did the search go?"
"Okay. I guess. I really don't know. Set up a couple of appointments. Had one interview to where I'm supposed to go back next week."
"That sounds good."
"I suppose. This is a holiday week, and a lot of people were out. Next week should be better."
"Hey, I hate to ask, but would you be willing to help me move Saturday?" Lance asked.
"Uhh, sure. Mike might miss not having me for the whole weekend ..."
"Poor baby."
We chuckled. Lance went and got a beer out of the fridge.
"Dude! It's not even 4 o'clock."
"Eh. I'm OFF WORK," he said emphatically.
"Yeah, but it is still early." I walked up to him and hugged him from behind. "And you're putting on weight," I said, patting his stomach.
"I know. It's not good. But I've become a beer man. What can I say?"
"You can say, `I should cut back.'"
"What difference does it make? You don't want me."
"Just because you and I can't have sex doesn't mean you let your body go to hell. You ARE working at a gym, remember?"
"Yeah. Yeah."
"So, how's Jason for a boss?"
"Uh. Okay. So far, I guess. It's only been a day. He oversees three gyms, so I'm not sure how often I'll see him."
"The last time I saw him — the only time I saw him — he was fucking you. What ever happened between you two?"
"We had sex one other time after that. I asked if I could fuck him. We tried, but ..."
"Uh-oh."
"He couldn't take my cock."
"Bummer."
"I've tried twice with two men, Trent. It didn't work either time."
He took a huge gulp of beer.
"I'm sorry."
"He still brought me off in other ways. It was fun, but I think it changed the dynamic for him. He wanted my cock until he couldn't take my cock. He moved on to the next guy."
"So, will working for him be weird?"
"Nah. We've talked several times since. Who knows, maybe he'll want to fuck around from time to time."
"Right," I said. "Fucking the boss. What could go wrong?"
I was half hard talking about it. I was wondering if my suit pants would conceal an erection.
"What time Saturday?"
Lance looked at the window. "Is 10 okay?"
"Oh yeah. I might even get in a run."
We hugged. Lance pulled me in closer and held me tight for a moment. It was a hug you give when you're lonely. I hoped his new place would give him a fresh start.
I pulled into Mike's place at 4:30. I hung my suit and changed into shorts and a T-shirt.
I first made the salad. Walnuts and cherries made it look gorgeous. Then I measured out all the ingredients so when it came time for dinner, I had it all ready to prepare. I put the chicken in the marinade. I started on dessert. It was a chocolate mousse, and I wanted it to chill for a couple of hours. I found bowls, a mixer and simple utensils I needed. I whipped and stirred and beat and spooned. I scooped it into wine glasses and placed them in the fridge.
It was getting close to the time Mike said he'd be home, so I went to the dining room. I thought about grabbing the candle, but it seemed too early in the evening for that. I chose to fold the napkins in a fancy way to make the table settings look elegant.
He must have got caught up in traffic because he didn't pull into the driveway until 5:45. I met him at the door coming in from the garage, giving him a big kiss.
"Welcome home, hon'."
"Mmm. Thanks. You seem to have things well in hand."
"I think it's under control."
"Do I have time to change?"
"Sure. I just have things ready to go. I haven't really started yet."
Mike went into the bedroom and switched into a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. He came in and sat at the kitchen table, trying to stay out of my way.
"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked.
"My. Such service. This sure is nice to come home to."
I smiled. I went over and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a quick kiss.
"I might have wine with dinner. Is there any tea left in the fridge?"
I brought him a glass. While I started preparing, Mike sorted through the mail. He went into his office to pay a couple bills while I continued to cook. When he returned, we each talked about our day. He was winding down his work year, and I was trying to start up my career. Soon we sat down to dinner.
"The salad's beautiful, babe," he said.
I went through the evening's menu. He told me he was impressed.
"I like cooking for other people more than cooking for myself," I said.
"Good to know. You can work out that inner urge any time you want."
I was showered with compliments throughout the meal. He made me blush. I was very pleased it all worked out.
"Lance asked me to help him move Saturday. Is that okay?"
"Sure. Why wouldn't it be?" Mike replied.
"Oh. Well. I thought we'd spend the weekend together."
"Oh. Right. Well, we should still have time to be together some. We have the whole summer. Do you want me to come help?"
"Wow, that's nice of you. Helping friends move is like the true test of friendship. You don't have to."
"I like Lance well enough. Plus, I'll get to spend time with you."
I gave him a kiss.
"You're sweet. Driving back and forth is getting to be a drag. With me doing interviews, it is going to burn through a lot of gas."
"Want to spend the night?"
"You mean tonight?"
"Sure."
"Hmm. I was going to wear the suit again tomorrow. I won't be seeing any of the same people. Yes. That would be awesome. Thank you."
"And your parents will be okay with that?"
"I'm an adult now. It's not up to them."
"You're still living under their roof. For now."
"You sound like a dad."
"Still, it's a good idea to be respectful."
"You're right. I'll text Mom after dinner."
We cleared the table and put leftovers away. He appreciated that he had something to take for lunch tomorrow. We agreed to have dessert a little later. I texted Mom that I would come home tomorrow following interviews.
"You're not driving now. Want a glass of wine?" he asked me.
"I'm good, sweetie, but thank you."
Sweetie. The things we called each other. They just came out so naturally. I'm sure other people would just gag listening to us. Not that I cared. I was enchanted with our relationship.
Mike went into the bedroom for a few minutes. I finished drying some dishes we had washed by hand.
"Trent, can you come in here a minute?"
I was surprised by the invitation. The voice tone did not insinuate sex whatsoever. I walked in.
"I want to show you this."
He pulled open the next to bottom drawer in his chest of drawers.
"I cleared this out. I want to make space for you. If you want to have some clothes here at all times, this drawer is yours."
He went on to show me some space in the closet where I could hang a few pants and jeans and a couple of shirts. He told me I could always wear any of his but would probably prefer my own. In the bathroom, he made a small drawer available to me. He said it was mine for whatever I needed. I stared into his eyes. I was moved by the gesture.
"I want you to be comfortable here."
"I love you."
We kissed. We laid on the bed and kissed deeply. Our fingers ran through each other's hair. We would pause and lie still for a few minutes. Then we'd turn to look at each other and begin kissing again. Five months ago, I never could have imagined that I'd be kissing a man as much as I've had these past weeks and months. I would never have known how happy that would make me. I moved my body on top of his. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight as we kissed some more.
I laid on top of him with my head on his chest. We were both clearly fully erect. Even through our shorts, we could both feel it.
I looked him in the eyes.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked.
"Chocolate mousse?"
"Chocolate mousse."
After enjoying dessert, we relaxed on the couch, my head in his lap, his feet propped up. We watched a police drama that he liked. It was good. I liked that one of the cops was gay.
Following the news, we started calling it a night. Mike still had to work in the morning. Since he had the early alarm, I wasn't sure if sex would be on the table tonight.
We brushed our teeth, went to the bathroom and headed toward the bed. As we stripped naked, Mike turned out the lights. We found each other in the sheets and kissed in the dark.
"Good night, babe," he said.
"Love you," I returned.
He reached over to hold me. I wriggled into his embrace, feeling his arms around me.
"You aren't upset with me, are you?" he asked.
My body reacted, jolting in his arms.
"Upset? Why would I be upset?"
"It's been on my mind."
As he talked, his right arm reached down and played with my genitals. It wasn't so much sexual as it was simple play toys. My testicles were some comforting stress ball.
"I thought we were great through those months we were ... on hold," he said.
"We were."
"I know. And now that you're officially graduated and we're free to be ... well, US ... I wasn't sure if you were expecting ..."
"Expecting what?" I asked.
"To ... you know ... just move in. Don't get me wrong," he said emphatically, feeling my dick at the same time. "I love every minute you are here. I want you to feel welcome and comfortable here."
"Mike. Stop. No, I didn't expect you to ask me to move in right away. Sure, there's a part of me that wants to spend every second of my day with you, but ... I want us to be right. We started off so out of sequence, but we kind of got everything aligned. If I moved in, that would be all too fast — again!"
"Thank heavens. I do love it when you're here, but I want to see us ... I want to see us last. Ethan and I moved in to fast. I was about to buy the house, he put in money, and when we broke up, it was a financial mess. I know other people who just jump in feet first and then it's messy when it doesn't work out."
"Does everyone break up?" I asked, feeling his cock.
I was concerned by and focused on the conversation, so even though Mike was feeling me up, I wasn't getting erect. My touch caused his penis to start to lengthen. And stiffen. That made me start to get hard.
"No. I know a few people who have been together for years. But sadly, the dating world and the relationship world isn't a guarantee that things are forever. Even the heterosexual marriage world has way too many divorces."
He felt I was erect. His playfulness turned to more conscious strokes. He pulled my cock with enough force that it felt really good.
"So. What is it that you want? How do you picture us?" I asked.
"That's a good question. I want us to see each other a lot. I gave you a key so that you would feel like you could come and go as you desired. At the same time, I want you to feel that sense of independence. That you are a man out on your own. You've got it handled. I remember that feeling after college. Moving out of my folks' house, having my own place, making my own salary — it was incredible to me in my early 20s."
I was yanking on his erection as he talked to me.
"I get that. And actually, I would love a place of my own. I'm not sure where to begin until I land a job. I really want to get something here in Jackson Bend. I can't move away from you. I love you. If I had to move to another city to find a job, I'd die."
"It would crush me, too. You'll find something."
Mike moved down and took my cock into his mouth. His tongue coated every cell along my shaft. I moaned. Our conversation stopped and the evening shifted. Mike started sucking my organ more aggressively. The warmth and moistness of his mouth lubricated my shaft. My erection felt stronger. It pulsed with his oral service.
I laid still for a few minutes just allowing myself to be overcome with gratifying pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, honey. Your blow jobs are outstanding."
He hummed as a response. I could tell he was smiling as he did so. He was at my side, so I could still reach his dick. It was harder than ever. As he sucked me, I pulled and tugged on his erection. I loved holding his cock, jacking his cock, feeling his cock, groping his cock — everything about his cock.
"Oh! That feels good, baby," I said as his tongue got playful.
He was stimulating me quickly tonight. I was afraid I might come too fast. But it felt good. I let my other hand run my fingers through his hair as his head bobbed over my crotch. It was making my rod throb. The nerves in my hard-on were electrified. I yanked on his dick harder. From my position, getting a good rhythm was more challenging, but I continued. His lips gripped a tighter seal around my pole. It was like my hard dick was getting a massage with his mouth. He was on fire tonight. So was my cock. It felt like a fireplace poker. He sucked harder yet. It was incredible. He was bringing me to climax quickly.
"Mike, hold on. I don't want to come yet. Let me suck you. Come up here."
I let go of his cock and he moved his body to straddle my chest. I pulled his dick to my mouth, and he slid it into my waiting throat. He moaned as my face consumed the length of his hardened flesh.
"Ohhh, Trent. I'm so glad you stayed." He breathed in. Slowly he exhaled. "Yeah. Suck me baby. Suck my hard cock."
We worked in tandem, me sliding my mouth down his member and him thrusting his hips to fuck my face.
"Oh yeah, babe. Ooo. That feels good."
My hands gripped his ass as he moved his groin forward and back. I moaned while he slid in and out of me; he groaned as his pole was tickled from below with my tongue.
"Fuck, yeah, Trent."
I reached for my cock and started jerking my erection, trying to match his hips. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and the dim lighting that was present allowed me to see Mike thrust above me. I could make out that chest I so loved. He grabbed the sides of my head as he face fucked.
"Oh, baby," Mike called out. "I love this. You make me so hard. You make me feel so good. Oh, Trent. Keep sucking me."
He was loud in his audible pleasure. My own moans increased in volume. He moved his hands; one gripped the headboard; one grasped the base of his dick. I could feel his grip at my chin. As I sucked, he groped the base of his cock, making a ring around his stiff member.
"I'm getting close, babe," he called out.
I moaned louder. I pulled harder on my bar of steel. My body started to writhe as I got closer to orgasm. I bucked my hips and spread my legs open even wider.
"Yeahhh. Yeahhh. Yeahhh. Trent. Baby. Honey. Ohhh, yeah."
His breathing was heavy as he called out my name. His defined grip at the base of his organ pulsated strokes to stimulate him further. He was groaning and gasping. I hummed as my own climax built within my crotch. I was there. I groaned around his cock.
"I'm coming, Trent. Oh yeah, I'm coming."
Both of us unleashed our power. His blast of his cum hit my throat. Mine splattered my chest. Both of us groaned as we spurted white, pearly liquid. I loved swallowing his cum. As I did so, I inhaled his masculinity. He kept thrusting his dick, while I continued to jerk on mine. Our moaning almost harmonized as we finished our orgasms. Eventually the two of us became still and our volume diminished. I continued to suck on his spent erection warmly and gently. After a lingering moment, he pulled his dick from my mouth and moved to his side of the bed.
Lying next to me, he whispered, "Did I mention I'm glad you stayed the night?"
I felt two of his fingers pioneer a trail through the semen spread across my chest. Those fingers then slid up and down my cock, playing with the head in a slippery dance. He scooped up more cum and gripped my cock, gently stroking it as it lost its firmness. He just held my cock for a moment and buried his face into my shoulder. The brief moment was silent and slippery and sticky and loving.
Mike reached into the drawer. In the darkness, he wiped his hands and my chest with a towel. Tossing it to the floor, he rolled back over to hold me.
"Thank you again for cooking dinner," he said softly into my ear.
"My pleasure," I said. Within minutes, both of us were asleep.
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