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The Burned Man
Chapter 2
Out of the flames.
Alex stepped in close to me, his body pressed against me tightly. He bent his head forward and nibbled on the gristle of my ear. My breath exhaled with a jagged groan. The hairs on my neck stood on end, his left hand reached around and he pushed my keys into my pocket. "Better not forget these again, huh?" he whispered. His right wrapped around my chest tightly, his strength was incredible but I felt no fear. Pulling me in close against him, I felt him thick and hard pressed against my ass. My body felt like a live current exposed to the elements, high voltage sparking as it was passing through me. He nuzzled down my neck, his kissing interspersed with small nips. I wanted this, I needed this. I felt exhilarated, my chest expanding larger than ever to get the oxygen to stop me from passing out from sheer excitement and arousal. "You like that Michael? Does this feel good?" He whispered as he ground his groin in harder against me. "Michael, can you feel what you're doing to me?" I couldn't speak and just managed to make a ridiculous "gnnnhhh" sound before finding my voice and managing a whispered "yes, oh yes. God that feels so good." "Tell me you want this," he said as he pushed up harder against me nearly making me stagger. The lump against my ass was hard as steel and I swear he must have branded me he felt so hot. His breathing was as heavy as mine. His left hand fiddled at the base of my sweater impatiently before dipping under the woollen fabric and sliding up my chest. His rough hand slowly slid over my treasure trail over my abdomen before gliding upwards to my pectoral muscle. When he reached the defined pec he gripped the whole thing tightly in his big muscular hand. I whimpered as much from the sudden slight pain as the pleasure. As his fingers released their grip his fingers swept over the already-hardened nub of my nipple. I shuddered from the pleasurable sensation and revelled by pushing backward against his hardness. "Oh please, oh God please" I sighed. The hypersensitivity of his touch flooded my body with endorphins, I was suddenly ascending on a natural high.
"I want you Michael, and I'm going to have you. I'm going to slide your jeans down just under your ass. Then I'm going to kiss my way down your spine and when I get to that crack I'm going to..." I heard a slam of a door from behind us and both Alex and I jumped with the sudden noise. A shrill voice shouted out in the night "Alex Walford, you hideous degenerate heathen, you leave that poor boy alone." Then there was the sound of heavy footsteps running and I heard a couple of dull thuds. "Oh lord above cast out this evil" more thuds and suddenly Alex was gone, like a breeze that had swept through the trees. I stood there frozen in the middle of the car park. I was shocked and aroused as fuck. What the fuck had just happened? I wondered. I was still standing with my eyes closed and now suddenly not having Alex to support me I had to bend over at the waist. My hands were resting on my thighs, I was struggling to breathe. I heard an older woman's voice speak to me, "you alright love? I saw Mad Alex behind you. He was going to, to defile you. He's sick, I think I scared him off, I used my umbrella on that ugly burned head of his. He'll burn more in hell for sure when he gets there. You'd better watch yourself with that one, he's not right in the head" she said concernedly. "When you get home, lock your doors and call the police," she said seriously. I felt instantly angry and then disappointed at what she'd said and done. She thought he was going to beat and rape me. I know a lot of older people just have trouble understanding mental health illnesses and gay people but if his own community was treating him like he was depraved because of his sexuality and insane because of his injuries then no wonder he was resentful of everyone in the world around him.
I stood to my full height and slowly turned on the spot. I stared at her hard. The look I gave her should have turned her to stone, she must've sensed my annoyance because she took a cautious step backward. I was so angry I could feel prickling in my tear ducts from the sheer rage I was feeling. I ground my teeth hard making them crack, my jawline was a sharp hard jagged line. "Firstly don't you or anyone ever say he's not right in the head. He may have some issues from his injuries but that doesn't mean he's anything but as sane as you or me. What issues he may have are only exacerbated by everyone treating him like he's less of the man he was before he went to war in the service of this country. Secondly, lady. He's as pure of heart as anyone, let he who is without sin cast the first stone." I was seething, "You hide behind religion to justify your hate of a man whose only difference is to love another man. I'm sure if we delve into your past we could find a litany of deeds that'd have you cast out and on a pyre ready for burning." Her face reddened, there was definitely something from her background that made that happen. I continued "Now I was definitely hoping to watch myself be defiled by him and I wanted to see everything he was going to do to me and more." As I spoke my voice had gotten lower till it was nearly a growl. And lastly, don't you or anyone else ever call him fucking ugly again in my earshot. Because if you do, I swear by God above I will shove my hand down your throat grab your asshole and turn you INSIDE FUCKING OUT!" I was so angry, but instead of shouting my voice was getting deeper so I was like Barry White, so deep and gravelly. "Believe me lady, and I use that term for you loosely. No one will like my response or actions." She looked at me, sudden understanding and fear dawned on her face and she flushed pink embarrassed before a look of arrogance helped her reclaim her composure. "Now I suggest you fuck off, then fuck off some more." She looked down at the ground and then back at me her steely glare trying to intimidate me. It didn't work. She just turned and headed quickly over to a car opened the door and as she got in she said loudly "well if he kills you, and trust me he will flip, at least there'll be another less queer in this world." She slammed her door hard, started the engine, revving hard, and left wheels spinning over the asphalt as she drove away into the darkness. As she pulled away I called her a "cunt" and flipped her off.
I stood there a bit shocked and shaken now that she'd gone. I wasn't an aggressive man, I hated confrontation. But I had to say something. Maybe I took my anger at my current life situation out on her, but right at this moment, I didn't care. I actually felt good. It had been a long time since I'd experienced that kind of rampant homophobia and it took me aback somewhat. I looked around the car park. "Alex! Alex, you still here, big man?" I said into the night, but there was no reply. "Alex if you can hear me she doesn't know shit, about you or me for that matter. Alex?..." There was no reply, I didn't expect there to be really. "Well if you want me, you know where to find me," I said. I waited hoping. I counted to thirty then my shoulders sagged a little. I sighed deeply before spinning on my heel and began the lonely walk home. I strained my ears hoping for the sounds of the big man following me but heard nothing but the wind whispering through the rapeseed. I got back to the cottage unlocked the door and headed inside. Daphne was sleeping soundly on the sofa, I left her there and I headed into the kitchen and poured a large brandy. I stood leaning against the worktop and closed my eyes thinking of Alex's hot breath as he nuzzled and nibbled, and his so intimate suggestions. I shuddered and grinned as the vivid flashback replayed in my mind. I chuckled and felt excited thinking of his breath and his light touch and I felt my cock start to swell. I let my fingers glide over the thickening shaft, even through the denim I could almost feel the heat of my meat. I squeezed along its length and involuntarily bit my lip. I placed my brandy glass on the counter and let my left hand slide under my sweater. I gently pinched my left nipple and I cried out. "Oh fuck!" I haven't felt turned on like this in such a long time. I rubbed the flat of my hand repeatedly over my now fully hard shaft.
The friction was igniting a fire in my blood so I suddenly felt like I was ablaze. I pulled my sweater over my head throwing it over the back of a nearby chair at the breakfast table. I pulled my zipper down and fished inside for my cock pulling it and my balls out. Now it was free it throbbed and bounced with my heartbeat. Slowly I pulled my foreskin back. A big dewy drop of precum seeped out and I used my thumb to spread it over my glans. My knees shook and trembled threatening to give way. My left hand returned to my nipple and I squeezed it, pinching the engorged flesh. My right hand gripped my shaft and I began to wank furiously with wild abandon. I cried out as I came in less than thirty seconds. Thick ropes of cum blasted out like a fire hose connected to the mains water. Gob after gob of thick creamy cum splattered and splashed over the floor. It was like an explosion in a cream factory had taken place. I've never cum so much, so fast and so hard in my life. Abstinence clearly affecting my load amount. I stood there with my chest heaving and my hand covered in cum. Thick globs were dripping from my piss slit and there were globs over my jeans. I laughed out loud, a big roar of happiness that came from somewhere deep inside me. As I calmed down I softly bit my lip while gently shaking my head and smiling. That small cry of happiness that had escaped, made my soul feel lighter. "Fuck that felt good," I said to nobody. "Nah, not good that felt fucking amazing" I corrected myself. I reached over grabbed the tea cloth and wiped the cum of my hand, before crouching down and began wiping up my load on the floor. It just smeared and spread out further, I needed kitchen cleaner. Ten minutes later I had it done.
I was still walking around with my cock and balls hanging out my jeans, it felt somewhat decadent but very freeing. I finished my brandy and went and awoke Daphne, so she could go out for a bedtime piddle. Not long after we went outside and she started snuffling around trying to find the right spot. She wandered up and down the pathway before disappearing around the side of the house and began to bark. I followed her only to find she was standing outside the French windows looking into the breakfast area. She's growling, daft mutt I think. Till I get a little closer, there on the window about three feet high are thick streaks of creamy whiteness. My heart speeds up and tentatively slide a finger through it. I look around as I bite my lip, debating whether should I. Then I just can't resist. I taste it. I groan around the finger in my mouth. Cum. I smile thinking to myself, that it's not just anyone's cum, it's Alex's. "Alex you dirty bastard, next time knock on the fucking glass and come in," I say to the night air. From this spot, he'd have had a clear view of where I was stood as I wanked. I smiled then thought oh fuck he must have seen I blew nearly instantly. I suddenly felt embarrassed at cumming so quickly. What must he think? I wondered. I sighed, well nothing I could do about that now. So I trudged back inside, Daphne had peed on the grass while I tasted the big man's cum and now followed me inside. I locked the door picked up my sweater and headed up to bed. My head hit the pillow and that's the last thing I remember till I was awoken by the front door knocking loudly.
"Oh fuck, not again I groaned" as I blearily opened one eye. I folded back the duvet and grabbed my jeans in a repeat of yesterday. Daphne wasn't in for a repeat though, she just got up and lay in my now vacant space huffing as she snuggled her nose under her tail. I wiped my crusty eyes as I went downstairs not quite as fast as I had the day before. The knocking began again impatiently. "Knock it off I'm coming" I shouted through the door and it stopped. I unbolted the door and in strode Emma eyeing me just as lasciviously as she had yesterday. I was too tired for this, "stop staring at my tits" I told her as I closed the door and followed her into my kitchen. She already had the kettle on and was bustling about. I leaned against the worktop, she smiled at me with such warmth in her eyes I was instantly concerned. "What's that look for?" I asked suspiciously. She came over close and hugged me tightly, her head resting on my hairy chest. I said nothing but whatever was happening was important to her. My arms came around her and I embraced her. Then I felt a small tickle and wetness and she took in a big breath. "You really didn't see his scars, did you? You saw the man he was, well is" she said. I was still half asleep and not understanding what she was on about. "Emma, honey," I said softly. My chin was resting on the top of her head. Her hair was balled up messily and damp from a shower I guess, as it smelled of apples. When I spoke, it was into this mass of damp apple frizz. "Emma, I'm still not fully awake so I don't know what you're talking about," I said into her hair. She released me and took a step back, her eyes still wet and full of unshed tears.
"Last night I wondered what was happening with Alex and you. I worry about him, and when he quickly followed you out I was fearful for you both. I shouldn't have spied but I did. I went out the side door and saw you both in the car park. I was in the shadows near the bin area, and I saw... Well, when I saw there was nothing to worry about..." She flushed pink. "I was about to go in when I saw Margery race across the car park and wallop Alex. She never liked him because he was gay and when he came home wounded she was one of the nastiest to him. She said it was God's work for his sins for lying with another man. I heard you, what you said to her." She smiled at me. I had to stop her sudden canonising of me, I wasn't the man she thought I was. "Emma, I only said what I said because it was true. But please don't think of me like I'm, I'm something I'm not. If you do, you're going to be thoroughly disappointed when you see who I am. I'm as flawed and screwed up as the next guy, maybe more so because of my past. I just have this philosophy of speaking my mind and believe me, it gets me into more trouble than good." She hushed me and placed a finger on my lips and smiled. "What you told me yesterday showed me the person you are. You're a kind man Michael. Nothing more nothing less." She took a step back "coffee?" She asked. I nodded. Daphne had heard our voices and came down to investigate. I opened the kitchen door for her, she'd done her business and come back in and I gave her breakfast. She sniffed it and looked at me expectantly. "No, you had sausages yesterday!" I said. Emma laughed "you spoil her" I smiled yeah, she's old and indulged but she's worth it" I smiled. It was so nice I left the kitchen door wide open, the smell of cut grass and farm smells were wafting in. I headed to the table and sat while Emma finished making the liquid gold that was morning coffee.
We sat talking for the next hour or so I made more coffee then Emma did again. Laughing, chatting, and drinking while she told me shocking tales of her childhood on the farm. The funniest was as a girl Alex had buried eleven of her Barbie dolls up to their necks in cow shit for grassing him up for smoking. "Aye, I remember that. You little bitch" said a gruff voice. We looked over to find Alex striding into the kitchen with a bag in his right hand. The low ceiling made him stoop slightly. He smiled at Emma, "never did find Ken or Barbie's horse though did you" he chuckled. I watched Emma as her face lit up with shocked happiness as she saw something in her brother she hadn't seen for a long time. She squinted her eyes at him. "You swore on the bible you hadn't touched them," she said. He grinned at her winking. She stood and went over to him and hugged him tightly. "I'll shoot off and leave you two to errr, ahhh talk," she said. She raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Fuck off," Alex said. "You're cooking breakfast," he said placing the bag on the table. "A full English please, and as we're not at the pub please don't burn it" he grinned smugly. She smiled "you bastard." I offered to help and was relegated to getting a pot of tea ready while Alex chopped mushrooms. Less than half an hour later we were sat eating. I was as relaxed as I've ever been, almost like we'd been doing this every day for years. Something just felt right, I had slotted into a place that was always there waiting for me to fill. I smiled as we cleared away and hugged Emma and kissed her on the cheek just before she slipped away. I made another pot of tea with the big man leaning against the door frame watching me, it was a comfortable silence as went into the sitting room. He filled the space with not just his size but his presence but nothing about him was intimidating, well not to me.
I sat on the sofa and he remained standing looking at me. It wasn't a glare or trying to make me feel uncomfortable. It was a quizzical, a look that was trying to figure out who I was. "Why me, Michael" he finally said sipping his tea. "Why not you?" I said. He shook his head, "oh no, that's a non-answer. Before this" he touched his burned face. "I might have understood, I wasn't bad-looking. But now, I see what I look like. They call me Freddie Kruger in the village" he said. He lowered his eyes a bit with hurt when he said that. I didn't break off looking at him. If he was brave enough to share his pain I was brave enough to see it. I sighed. "Alex, we all have our demons. Our scars. Yours are just very visible in the cold light of day, the burns are hard to miss if that's all you're looking for. I'm covered in scars too, only you can't see mine. Mine are no less as severe as yours, but" I sighed. "Mine, are in here" I tapped my head. "It's not the same," he said. "No it's not, but people see you and accept there's been trauma. Me, they assume I'm the same as them. But I am anything but that. I used to say I'm not crazy I just go normal from time to time. But now, I accept that there are times when things get too much and I have to go away and reset myself. Me time, or as my ex said `selfish prick time'" I sighed. "He never understood because I've only told three other people what happened to me and one of them is your sister. The other was my psychiatrist. You will be the third. "You don't have to tell me," he said. I know, but you're not the only one damaged. Maybe knowing about me will help you, maybe it won't. Maybe you'll run for the hills. I don't know, but here's a snippet of my history Alex Walford.
I took a breath "I was three when my father first raped me. My mother, I later learned was murdered by him. I was passed around to his brothers and friends. Anyone who wanted me, he gave me to them. As I grew older and went to school I'd come home and he'd say time to play choo, choo. I was the engine and he or he and his brothers and friends were the rest of the carriages. I `pulled the train' I said using my fingers for quote marks. Most days it was just him other times it might be seven or eight of them would rape me. I was fifteen when I broke completely and overdosed for the last time. That was my ninth and final attempt, I'm lucky I survived said the nurse. I was laid in bed with drips, I said if I'd been lucky I'd have died. I grew up showering in bleach, scrubbing my skin with kitchen scourers to try and get clean. I know what it is to have demons, I still see the dirty child I was in the mirror. He used to tell me it was my fault that he had to do it. That I was sent to tempt him, he was a good man seduced by me. I know what it is to judge people solely on how they look. You can't ever trust what you see." I smiled at him.
At some point, tears had silently begun running down my cheeks. "When I saw you in the pub, you thought I was staring at your burns. I wasn't. I was enraptured by your eyes, I saw hurt there. I recognised it. One kindred soul to another. You looked at me and as ridiculous as this might sound I felt a connection. I felt peaceful and safe and in that split second, I felt at home. I didn't see a man physically injured, I saw. Fuck this sounds so stupid. I saw my future." The big man had come further into the room as I spoke. I looked downwards as I couldn't meet his eyes when I was speaking and was taken by surprise and jumped a little when the sofa cushion next to me depressed as he sat down. My arms had wrapped around myself as I spoke, closing down. He moved slowly and carefully, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. His other arm came across my chest and he pulled me in tightly. He said nothing, he didn't have to. He just held me like I've never been held before. My head rested on his big barrel chest, I could hear his heart thumping inside, rhythmical and hypnotic it calmed me. There was a faint whiff of some expensive aftershave on his skin. Fifteen minutes later he let me go, he smiled at me. His intense blue eyes showed the redness of the tears he'd shed. I smiled at him. "It was a long time ago Alex," I said. He said nothing but smiled. "Would you like to see our farm?" He asked. I nodded. He stood quickly and cracked his head on the beam on the ceiling. "Fucking bastard, cunt beam!" He cursed. I laughed. He held a hand out and helped me stand. My hair brushed against the ceiling. "If we're going out I better take a shower, you might want to make a coffee while I get ready," I asked. "No thanks, I don't want one," he said. "Oh, okay" I replied. "I was kind of hoping I could fuck you in the shower" he grinned. I laughed "just what makes you think I'm a bottom?" I asked. He grinned, "you are, aren't you???" I rolled my eyes "yes, but I could have been a top" I said indignantly. He laughed. With that arse, you are made for fucking he said pulling me close. His hand squeezed my ass cheek. He grinned at me before slowly kissing me. My heart began thumping wildly in my chest.
His head bent and he kissed me, his lips were soft. His breath was sweet and his tongue tentatively slid into my mouth. I was still bare chested I felt my nipples harden as they brushed against his t-shirt. My erect nipples matched the blood pulsing into my cock thickening my shaft. My hands slid down his back pulling him closer to me and gripping his ass. His hands cupped my face, his eyes closed as he tasted and drank me in with his kiss. He stepped in closer if that was at all possible and I felt him just as hard and happy to be there as I was. He moaned softly as his tongue explored my mouth. For a moment for me time had stopped, I was frozen in a moment of sheer bliss. So much so that I hadn't breathed and was becoming oxygen starved. I opened my eyes to find those speckles you get in a blinding haze, he seemed covered in a hallow of sparkling light. I pulled back and sucked in a huge breath. "Jesus, I have never been kissed like that!" I said. He grinned at me. Even with the burns, which distorted the skin, he was so handsome to me. There was a confidence in his face I hadn't seen till now. I took a step back from him and grinned madly. I popped the top button on my jeans and I swear I saw his pupils dilate. I turned around and slid the denim over my ass "Now I know you want some of this?" I asked him turning around and looking at him over my shoulder. "Fuck yeah, I want some of that," he said. His voice was raw with masculinity and need. He fell to his knees, his hand reached out and he gripped the loose denim and pulled me towards him. He bit my ass cheek hard but not breaking the skin. "I love eating ass Michael" and his tongue swept along my asscrack. I bit my lip, I wanted this. But not like this. I shuffled forward.
Alex, I want you like I've never wanted someone before. But we're going to wait. I know that was mean of me teasing you, but if this is going where I think it is. I don't want a quick fumble, a quick fuck with you. I want to savour every inch of your body. From the top of your head to your bottom" I grinned at him, the double entendre not being missed by either of us. "You're really going to make me wait?" He sighed. I shook my head. "Not you, us. I'm going to make us wait. For the first time in my life, this feels right, different. I truly think it'll be worth it. I think you deserve it because you're worth it. Now go make a coffee and I'll be back in a minute or two." I spun around leaned forward kissed him then scampered out of the room and rushed up the stairs before I could change my mind. I was in my room and stripped and in the bathroom within a couple of minutes. I had a good shower and brushed my teeth. I exited the bathroom to find him sitting up in my bed, his ankles crossed sipping his coffee. He looked at me, still damp with a bath towel that left little to the imagination. He shook his head and placed his cup on the bedside table. He moved silently and swiftly. He stood in front of me eyes aglow and full of longing. "You sure you want to make us wait?" He asked as he used the back of his hand and let it slide over my chest, making my skin goose. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. His breath tickled my dam skin as he spoke, "you are so sexy, I want you. I want to fuck you, I want to make love to you. Shit! I'll see you downstairs because if I stay here another second I will ravish you, Michael. I will make you scream to the Gods above and see stars." He turned and left the room ducking under the door stoop. I heard his footfalls as he walked down the creaky staircase. I was left standing tenting my towel obscenely from being so turned on.
I dressed quickly and went and joined him in the kitchen. He was sitting finishing his coffee. He had Daphne's harness and lead on her. She stood looking at me then the big guy and then like the traitor she was she went and jumped on his lap. He smiled and smoothed her chest, "she's a good judge of character" he said. "I think so too" I agreed. Shall we go then..." I said picking up my car keys. "We're not driving, I know you're good for a hike," he said waggling his eyebrows. "This way I can watch your ass as you clamber over walls on the way to the farm" he laughed. We headed out and locked the kitchen door. We did walk for about two and a half miles. He pointed out landmarks relevant to his childhood and the boundaries of his land. We clambered over dry stone walls and through five bar gates and finally, we saw the farmhouse. Even from a distance, it looked impressive. As we approached we had to pick up Daphne as she was spooked by the cows and point blank refused to cross the cattle grids. The smell of livestock was pretty strong, men and women were bustling about. As we approached the house Alex draped an arm around my shoulder, not possessively but to show I was with him. I'd like to say no one paid me any attention but I saw them looking at me with sideways glances with some confusion written on their faces. We entered into the big house through the small mud room. Alex kicked off his boots and I slid my running shoes off too.
He plopped Daphne down and she proceeded to sniff every shoe in the room. Satisfied she went ahead and, obviously driven by the fact she could smell food. That dog would sell me out for a sandwich! The smell of warm freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, and a small woman bent with age but with jet-black hair was chopping vegetables at the sink. Alex went over and kissed her on the cheek. Mama, I've brought a friend for lunch. His name's..." she interrupted "Michael. Emma's told me already. She smiled at me as she turned "I'm Alice, Michael. Won't you please take a seat?" She pulled a chair out for Alex "You, sit here" she said to him authoritatively. Alex sat with a little bit of confusion on his face. Emma came in and stood at the worktop. She looked smugly at Alex just as Alice clipped him around his head affectionately but still enough for the slap to rock him sideways and surprise him. "That's for lying about Ken and Barbie's horse," she said chuckling. Emma poked her tongue out. Alex roared with laughter "forty fu..c.. flaming years and you're still a snitch," he said. Emma chalked a one in the air and crossed over to him and kissed him on the head. He slapped her ass and she screamed. Even after all these years I still don't understand family units like this. But as much as I didn't understand, it warmed me. God that sounds cliched but it's true. Alice made tea and I sat watching them all chatting, I felt like I belonged there. I glanced at Alex and saw him watching me and smiled at him. His mum was chatting about him as a boy when I felt a foot in my crotch. I started somewhat surprised at the riské behaviour. He wasn't looking at me as his toes worked over my groin. I felt myself growing harder, the difficulty was my cock was growing and my pubic hair was trapped in my foreskin and it was painful.
I knew I was flushing and was looking everywhere but at Alex, Emma was watching me curiously. She looked at me and then Alex. She was quick of the mark as she guessed what he was doing. She looked grinned at him. He stared at her and she made to chalk another one in the air by snitching again. He laughed. Then softly and and in a sneaky voice, he said. "Mamma, did Emma ever confess to using Grandma's ashes as her... Owwww!!!" He stopped in mid-sentence. Alice had flicked a tea towel at him. "Yes, she did. Now stop telling tales, and remember snitches get stitches" Alice said walking away grinning, and swinging the tea towel over her shoulder. Emma just dissolved into hysterical laughter. So did I. Alex sat there rubbing his head "this means war" he said. We ate a light lunch and spent an hour or two talking after which Alice invited me to dinner that night and after we cleaned up she told Alex to show me the house. It was more of a manor house than a farmhouse, there were a lot of rooms. He showed me around and I was suitably impressed but he hesitated at the last door. "I've not been in this room for a long time," he said. "We don't have to go in now" I answered him. "I know, but you let me see some of your scars today. So maybe I can let you see some of mine too" he said. His voice was as quiet as I've ever heard him. I rested my hand on his shoulder "Alex, don't rush yourself. This room has been here for a number of years and I'm sure it isn't going anywhere soon" I said just as softly to him. He just shook his head, "No we're going in" he gripped my hand like king our fingers, and with his left, he opened the door.
Inside the room was immaculate. He may not have been in here for years but it was well looked after. A big bay window with heavy burgundy draped framed the main window. The walls were covered in framed pictures, looking closely I saw they were all of a boy, then a young man who was pre-injured Alex. He was stunningly handsome, his bone structure gave a strong jaw with a smile that could probably get anyone he wanted into bed - male or female. There were many of him with a scrawny girl, Emma I guess. Then of him in the army in basic training and formal dress. Many were with other men of his squadron or whatever you call a group of soldiers. I work in programming I don't know military references. In a small frame on the fireplace mantle was a group of medals. And a picture frame with a simple black shroud over its corners. I stood and looked at it and bowed my head. I said a silent prayer for thanks that Alex was here. He came and stood beside me. These guys were like my brothers, this was taken on our last tour. Fourteen of them came home in bodybags including my lover. I don't remember anything after we got hit, a SAM came from nowhere. Knocked us out of the sky. I apparently managed to save seven guys I was going back in when another missile hit and turned the wreckage into a ball of fire. Next thing I knew I was home and in pain. A lot of pain. Michael, the scars aren't my only injuries. I have no left leg below the knee. And my right is missing from my mid-thigh. I have scars on nearly eighty percent of my body. I'm not nice to look at, you may be able to look at me and see something. But under the clothes, it's not pretty. Maybe you should go, I never should have brought you here" he said. I felt him closing down on me.
If he closed down completely I knew I'd never get another chance with him. I took my shirt off. I let it fall to the floor. Then I popped the button on my jeans, the fly buttons went next I left them gaping showing the bush from my crotch. I took a step closer to him. "Look closely Alex" I turned around and he saw my back. He raised his hand and I felt his fingers lightly touched my skin. I was covered in hundreds of fine lines all faded white. "When I was eight my father started to whip me as he fucked me. He'd lick the blood and use it as lube. I learned to scream in silence. I was taught to come into his room at night and wake him and beg him to abuse me. I was covered in bruises and welts and normally had a thick lip." I turned back to him and I shakily brought my hand to my mouth and took out the plate. I felt my cheek sink a little before replacing it. As I said, my scars aren't pretty either. But I'm here, still hoping that maybe, just maybe there's someone who can see the me that's underneath them. Even at my age, I'm still hoping someone will see that I deserve to be loved. If people can only see the surface and are not interested in what lies beneath then what's the point? You say you think I'm sexy. I don't. You look in the mirror and see the man you are now and compare him to the man you were there" I said pointing to a picture. I see pictures of myself and I see the abused child I always was, and wonder if it was all my fault, did I deserve it, did I tempt him. I've never seen my reflection without the disgust and shame in my eyes. Maybe you're right. Maybe this is wrong. Maybe I have never deserved to be loved because I'm dirty, I'm unclean" I said picking up my shirt my lip trembling my voice had a crack init.
He moved swiftly, and the shirt in my hands was pulled away. His lips found mine, his right hand at the base of my skull holding me as he kissed me tenderly. His left hand held my waist tightly. He pulled back, his eyes seemed to have an inner glow. He shook his head slightly and then nuzzled into my neck. "You're beautiful, you're pure of heart" he whispered. He nipped along my collar bone working till lower before his teeth nibbled on my right nipple. He sucked and chewed. I stood with my head resting backward on my neck. Alex got to his knees he was so tall in the torso he was the perfect height to chew on my nipples. He chewed on the right and twisted the left. My cock was thick and hard in my jeans, pressing against his sternum. "I know you said wait. But this is right Michael. Everything is telling me this is the right time" he whispered. His hand gripped my jeans and he pulled them down over my hips. My cock sprung free, I wasn't hung maybe a little above average. I had a good seven inches but I was pretty thick. I was happy with my cock and the look on Alex's face said he was too. He licked his lips and licked from the base of my shaft along its length to the piss slit. He looked at me as his mouth closed over and he gently suckled. I felt my cock throbbing as he drew harder pulling my precum from within. His mouth opened and he took the head in, the heat and wetness was so nearly overwhelming. "OH fuck, Alex. Go careful. I'm running on a hair trigger here big man" I said. He smiled.
He released my cock and stood. He led me to a big oversized armchair and pushed me hard so my knees caught behind me and I fell sitting into it. He sank to the floor in front of me gripped me behind my knees and pulled me so I slid down the chair. In a matter of seconds, he had my ankles in each of his thick hands and pushed up against my chest. His face was buried in the valley of my ass. I felt his tongue lap over the puckered flesh, he groaned then so did I. Then he was a man possessed, he lapped and began chewing on my hole. Tasting me and flooding my asscrack with his saliva and my ass juices. I cried aloud as his tongue pierced the muscle as he began to tongue fuck me. He wanted to get deeper. He pulled back "hold your legs up" he commanded. I did as I was bid. He pulled the hairy cheeks wide and fed in earnest at my hole. He was forceful but tender. He knew what he wanted and he was determined to give it to us both. Harder and deeper his tongue probed battering the nerves sending minor shockwaves throughout my whole being. I was gasping and he was grunting as he fed. He pulled up and looked at me his eyes burning. I have to have you, I need to be in you. I was so far gone I just nodded. He popped the buttons on his jeans and fished inside. He pulled out his cock, from this angle I was unable to see him but I felt the thickness against my asshole. He nuzzled it closer.
His piss slit was kissing my ring and he bent his head and spat on his cock. My ass was so wet the head easily began to slide in. I was taken aback by his girth and my eyes opened wide with surprise as he stretched me gently. "I'll go easy" he whispered reassuringly. In he went a little deeper. I felt myself stretching wider as he slid in. I began thinking, fuck how big was he? He must have read my mind. He smiled. "Don't worry I'm not that big. But I am thick. I promise you you'll enjoy me" he said. It wasn't arrogance but a confidence of a man who knew he was a good fuck. He gently worked his hips back and forth and slowly began to go a little deeper with each thrust into me. At one point he moved and with his sudden change of angle he hit that magic button every man has in his ass. My head flailed wildly and I groaned. "Oh fuck, oh yes" knowing he was at the right place he acted upon it. He began sliding in and out driving his cock head over my prostate. Every pass sent jolts of pleasure flying out through my body telegraphing every nerve to react. They intern sent back reciprocal messages heightening the one from before. His movements were steady but his face was a mass of concentration as he fucked me. He still hadn't bottomed out and I was wondering if he would, when he sank all the way in. It took me by surprise. His girth was significant as I felt like I would split in half. Because he was battering my prostate my pleasure pain receptors were becoming scrambled. So although his size was bordering on uncomfortable, the exquisite sensations radiating out of my ass made me want it deeper and harder.
I let go of my legs trusting my muscles to hold them up, I rested my hands on his hips and pulled him into me harder. "Fuck me, Alex, give me your cock. Fuck me, oh god please fuck me" I sighed and groaned. He took me at my word. His hands moved and rested on my chest, his hips began slamming into me. His ass pushing his thick cock deeper into my hole. Harder and harder he fucked me, the sloppy squelching echoing in the room. "Your ass, it's so hot. I'm sorry but I'm so close so close Michael" he sighed. His hips were driving the entire length deep into me, sliding out till just the head was left inside before driving it deeper into me again so we were joined as one. My prostate had reached overload, my balls pulled in tight to my body. I cried out as liquid fire poured from my cock head as I blew hands free. Thick ropes of cum splattered over my chest and face. Alex roared and licked my salty load from my cheek. It was just too much as his body locked in a massive quake as he exploded. I felt like I was at ground zero of a nuclear test. I expected the ground to rise up and collapse sending a shockwave into the countryside beyond the walls of the manor house. His body was above mine as I felt his cock expand as he pumped his seed deep into my guts. He cried out and his arms shook before he fell atop me. His breathing was heavy.
He sighed heavily and when he looked at me he was crying, I smiled at him. "I didn't see stars Alex I saw a supernova.' Yeah it was a corny line, but it fitted. He kissed me and shifted a little, his cock was still hard and it sent me reeling from the sensation. "Jesus that's still hard as rock" I said surprised. He grinned "I promise you the next one will be better, it's been a while. Well a long, long while and I'm a little out of practice" he said. I laughed softly. As he pushed his hips closer to me, he sank back in deeper to the root. I groaned. He pulled back and slid in again. I moaned. "Let me ride you," I said. He grinned. He pulled back and I suddenly felt empty, knowing my ring must have pulsed as he slid out and attempted to close. He was sitting on his haunches, "that really is an amazing ass. Don't move," he said. He slid lower and once again his face was in my crack. I felt his tongue probing my cummy hole. He lapped and slurped sucking and licking his load out. I'd never had this done to me before so this was something new. The sensitive nerves from my stretched and dilated hole were responding as he intensified his tonguing of my hole. My cock was thickening again, I normally needed a good hour to recharge but here I was like a teenager my body responding to this man's touch. I groaned, I jumped with a banging on the door. "You two better make sure you're decent. Mama's getting afternoon tea ready, she might be deaf but I'm not. Pack your boy bits away, you got ten minutes tops." Emma's voice came through loud enough for just us to hear, there was an element of mirth in it too. "Tonight I'll come to your place and we'll do this properly Alex said. There was frustration in his voice. I looked at him "properly? Jesus Alex that was an amazing start" I said. "Start? Fuck Michael. That was just the amuse-bouche." He grinned at me. I promised you stars, and I don't break my promises.