Ethan picks up the story
I awoke in the middle of the night, or so I thought. The room was completely dark, and except for the sound of the wind, everything seemed very quiet and still. I was on my side and the body of a younger man pressed into mine. I felt the prickles of his buzzed hair against my left arm. I didn’t remember moving into a spooning position, but there we were, uncovered, sleeping on the couch.
Shifting the position of my sock-enclosed foot caused Allen to stir. I heard him mutter a “Hmmm?”
For a moment, I considered remaining on the couch until morning, but my arms were cold, and if I were to get up to get a blanket, we may as well move to the bed. Without thinking, I kissed Allen just below the right ear, “Let’s go where it’s warmer.”
“I’m already warm,” he replied.
I thought, ‘Next to sleeping on a piece of cardboard in an unheated basement, this is probably a sauna.’ But it wasn’t for me. “Plus, I need to pee,” I stated.
“Can I help?” I sensed that Allen was smirking with that remark.
“With what part? The aiming or the shaking?”
Allen reached around and tried to grasp my penis through the sweatpants I was wearing. “I’ll aim it,” he said, “and once it’s inside, you shake it.”
“You’re a naughty boy, Allen.” I felt myself thicken. “I really need to get up.
He released the hold, and I got up.
“It’s really dark out there.” He moved toward the window. I could barely see him.
I went to the bathroom. “The lights are out,” I said. “There’s no electricity,” I shouted.
“I guess that’s why it’s so dark.” Allen was standing at the bathroom door. “I wonder what time it is.”
“My phone’s on the nightstand. We can check it before we crawl into the bed.”
“I’m going to take a leak, too? Is the seat down?”
“Yeah, I figured I have better aim in the dark if I were sitting.”
“My thoughts, too,” said Allen.
I headed into the bedroom and checked the phone. “It’s one-fourteen.”
“Is it OK if I wear my socks to bed?”
“Of course.”
Allen was under the covers in a split second. “Snuggle me some more,” he said.
I slid between the sheets and pulled him to me. “These sheets are cold.”
“We can warm them up.” He pulled himself up enough to kiss me. He’d positioned himself so that his crotch rubbed against my right hip. He knew how to turn me on. Maybe every man turned on the same way. I wanted to give in to him, and I wanted him to know that I was not like the previous men he’d know, and…
“Fuck, Allen, what are you doing?”
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“Oh, fuck yes. You can use that to defeat communism.” My dick turned rock hard. Allen pushed back the covers and pulled my sweats down to expose my shaft sticking straight up.
“Do you have lube?” he asked.
Before I could answer, he’d completely swallowed my cock. No one had ever gone down on me like that. He controlled his suction with such precision that I was on the verge of ejaculating within a few minutes. He seemed to sense it, and he released my dick and caressed my right nipple so gently that I wanted to scream.
I didn’t want this, not yet anyway. Even though Allen was right; if I hadn’t rescued him from the street, we’d be making out right now. What I didn’t realize is that Allen was manipulating my nipple while he lubed his ass. I couldn’t see anything.
I could feel though, and Allen straddled me and slipped his tight ass over my dick and lowered himself. Why wasn’t I stopping him? The simple truth is that I wanted him. I wanted to be inside him. I grabbed his thighs and pivoted my hips to push up and into him.
Allen began moaning in response to my thrusts. I wrapped my arms around his waist and sat forward. He lost his balance and his feet slipped out from under him, and his ass slid completely into my lap. I continued to pump although my range of motion was reduced. Allen leaned back on his hands and his legs moved up to my shoulders. My cock was held more tightly, but I pressed forward; I needed to come; I had to come, and I did. I emptied into him.
Allen moaned, “Yesssss,” as I filled him with my seed. Then guilt filled me. I had used him. He hadn’t been able to control himself and I had used him in the worst way.
“I’m sorry, Allen; I’m so sorry,” I muttered.
“But why,” he asked. “It felt so good.”
“I know but…” I just grabbed him and held him tightly to me. There was no way to go back. Post sex drowsiness took over, and I fell asleep with him in my arms.
My phone buzzed with a text message from my boss. Nine in the morning on a Saturday. I’m sure the wind chill was in the minus thousands. A quick check of the lights proved that the power was still out. The apartment was chilly, so I put a log on the fire. I was glad that I stocked up when they went on clearance in the spring. I started to wonder what I could make for lunch. I could warm up something next to the log. I thought about soup. I wasn’t sure how long it might take to warm up.
I put the soup in a pan and covered it in case some ash tried to make its way in. I place the pan next to the log. It seemed secure so I left it and checked the voicemail on the phone.
My boss really was a jerk. He wanted me to fix the bleeping problem with the bleeping computers. As I texted that power was out everywhere because of the blizzard, I fought the urge to tell the tyrant what I really thought. I hit send just as I felt hands slide from behind and cover my pecs. Allen’s head leaned against my back.
“Good morning,” he said. “I haven’t slept that well in I don’t remember when.”
“Is that right?” I felt a little embarrassed; I was still feeling guilty about what I’d let happen.
“I’m not sure whether it was the mattress or the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“The best?”
“Yeah,” said Allen as he sat on the hearth next to me. “It’s different when you want to do it because you like the other guy, isn’t it?”
“I’ve only ever done it when I liked the other guy.” I began to think about what that meant for him. Maybe I was crazy to feel guilty.
“I want to take a shower; is it OK?” asked Allen.
“The water’s probably colder than shit. Remember there’s no power.”
“Didn’t think of that; the water was really cold when I brushed my teeth. I’d really like to have sex with you again, and this time in the light so I can see you.”
I looked at him as he sat there. He was absolutely adorable; he made me feel the way I did when I was fifteen and exploring things with a boy a few streets over who was also discovering that he liked boys. I leaned forward and kissed him.
“When you kiss me,” said Allen, “you don’t smash your head against mine and try to eat my face. It’s gentle and caring; it’s as if you like me.”
“I do like you, Allen.”
Allen pulled me down to him. “Put your dick in me, and show me what it feels like when you like someone.”
His eyes and his voice told me that he had an overwhelming need to be shown friendship, loving friendship. I brushed my lips against his. He pushed the elastic of his sweatpants down; his semi-rigid dick flopped against his belly. “Help me get these all the way off.”
I grabbed the cuffs of his pants and pulled them completely off. He was lying butt-naked on the carpet in the living room, but he didn’t seem to mind. I moved my face back up and even with his dick. I wanted to show him what it felt like when someone put his lover first. I held the dick at its base and licked up the shaft. When I reached the head, I circled my tongue around it and then pushed the tip of my oral muscle into his piss slit. Allen began to moan in response to my manipulations. I decided to suck him to orgasm and then let him rest a bit before showing him what it felt like to be gently fucked.
I moved my lips up and down his hard cock; I made sure to push the head portion of his dick into my throat each time I moved my nose into his hairy bush. He gasped each time the head of his penis popped past my uvula. I enjoyed hearing his soft moans and audible gasps as my mouth continued to make love to his hardness.
When I heard his fists hit the carpet, I knew he was getting close. His hands moved to my head, but he seemed to resist grabbing my head. Short pants emanated from him, and I thought I heard him say, “I’m gonna,” but I wasn’t sure.
Allen’s balls tightened up, and he let loose a volley of shots. One went down my throat without my having a chance to taste it. The next spurt of come filled my mouth; I swallowed immediately. The third load of seed was smaller, and I held it in my mouth.
I could hear Allen breathing rapidly with shallow breaths. I rolled his cum on my tongue; it wasn’t as salty as I expected, and I actually wondered whether his poor diet had affected the taste. I licked my lips to moisten them and swallowed the rest. A small droplet formed at the tip of his cock. I sucked it into my mouth.
I positioned myself next to him and watched him. He was smiling, and that made me smile. “Did you like that?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He closed his eyes. “I never knew I could feel so good.” He turned his face toward me. “Are you going to do more?”
“After we have some soup, I want you energized.”
The building shook as the wind picked up again. A low howl echoed down the chimney. I checked the soup. It was starting to warm up. Allen sat up and snuggled next to me.
“It’s going to be difficult going back to living in a box.” He reached over and pinched my knee. “But I’m never going to forget what you’ve done for me.”
