Page 44 of Free Fall #1

We pull apart when the sound of a heavy vehicle coming up the drive, kicking up gravel, breaks the silence. A cat meows and darts out from beneath the chair and into a bedroom.

“Well, well, speak of the devil,” Peggy Jo says with a twinkling smirk as she stands up and starts toward the front door. “Seems like Dan isn’t going to let me go without a final goodbye after all.”

I stand and follow her, my heart ricocheting between exultation at seeing his face and a feeling of guilt that he might somehow know Peggy Jo and I had been talking about him, that we’d shared our mutual love, fear, and pain.

As if by discovering Peggy Jo also shares my mix of worry and pride in him, I’ve gone behind his back.

It’s silly, I know, but I hope she doesn’t mention it to him.

Peggy Jo throws open the front door and calls out, hands on her hips, “’Bout time you got here, you ruffian.”

Over her shoulder, I see Dan striding from the van. He stops in front of her for a silent moment and then throws his arms around her and gives her a hard hug.

“Now, don’t act like I’m never seeing you again,” she says. “You’ll scare your boyfriend.”

Dan’s eyes lift and meet mine, but he doesn’t let go of Peggy Jo. I swallow and then smile at him. His brows furrow slightly. He squeezes her hard one more time and releases her.

“You flatter yourself,” he says. “I thought you’d already be gone. I was just coming up here to schtup him on your sofa.”

Peggy Jo snorts, and I feel my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “As if I believe that’s the only reason you came.”

None of us do, not after that hug.

“Well, when do you leave?” he asks, glancing at his watch. “If you’re going to make it to Fresno-Yosemite for that 12:10 flight, you need to get going.”

Peggy Jo agrees, and we run through a few final things about the cats, double-checking that I know where the emergency vet is located, and where the number is for her preferred regular clinic.

By the time I convince her I’m absolutely prepared for any event with the cats, she’s out in her truck. She kisses Dan’s cheek through the window, waves at me where I stand in the doorway to the house, and then makes a three-point turn to pull down the drive.

Dan rounds on me, nods once, and says, “Okay, that’s done. Get your clothes off.”

*

Dan

When I arrive, I can tell Sejin and Peggy Jo have been talking about me. Sejin looks guilty and Peggy Jo is smug. But I don’t really mind or care what they’ve been saying, so long as I get one last hug from Peggy Jo, and then get to bend Sejin over the back of her sofa and fuck him raw.

So, I do just that.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this,” I grind out, watching my unsheathed dick plunge in and out of him. There’s something so carnal, so erotic in being inside him without a condom that I feel my balls draw up and my hips stutter. I might shoot any second. “Love fucking you bare.”

“ Unf ,” he grunts, and I shift my gaze from all his loose, inky-black hair spilling everywhere, and the way his slim hips move to catch my thrusting cock, to stare out at that gorgeous view of the mountains, trying to make it last.

But it’s not long before my gaze drifts back down to watch his hole swallow my dick. His little squirming movements show how much he loves taking it, and as I pummel his ass, he grows deliciously loud.

The cats act like spooked little demons who scamper from one hiding place to another, yowling angrily.

That could have been a mood killer, but it’s entirely offset by how nice it is to be fucking Sejin in a place with plenty of privacy and lots of room to move.

There’s a kind of intimacy to fucking in the van, sure, but there’s a fantastic freedom to fucking literally anywhere else.

“Danny,” he moans, and I note again how his West Virginian accent deepens charmingly as his lust rises. “Talk to me. Tell me more. How much you like it.”

He’s gripping the seat cushion of the longest part of the sectional sofa, white knuckled and panting. He writhes and whines as I shove in hard again. I brush his hair off his back and lean over to take hold of his shoulder to slam in even harder.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “You feel so good on my dick.” I moan as his asshole clings to me with each pull out. “You don’t want to let me go, do you, baby?”

“No,” he whimpers. “Stay with me.”

“Mm, I’ll stay.” I thrust into him repeatedly until his knees start shaking, and then give out.

He’s limp over the back of the sofa. It’s no doubt digging into his stomach, but he just keeps convulsing and crying out, clenching and releasing the sofa cushion.

I know he’s going to start leaking tears soon too.

I’ve come to recognize the sounds he makes before he gets so aroused and overstimulated that he starts to cry.

I shouldn’t get so turned on by it, and I wouldn’t if I thought he was in pain, but he’s not—he’s just in too much pleasure.

“Oh,” he lets out with a gasp, and his hips gyrate uncontrollably, his asshole squeezing and releasing around my plunging dick, goosebumps break out on his skin in waves, and I sense the intense bombs of climax going off all along his nerves.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his whole body jittering like a living jackhammer, and I recognize that now too.

The reverberation of a massive anal orgasm.

I feel a bit smug. I’ve only had an anal orgasm twice.

Neither time was with Sejin. Both were with this one guy a few years back who had a monster of a cock that left me with no choice but to lose myself on it.

My dick’s big, but it’s not hole-wreckingly huge, and yet I’ve managed to give this pleasure to Sejin at least a half-dozen times since we started fucking.

He’s a drooling mess afterward too, especially if I give him more than one.

Which I aim to do today.

Sejin goes non-verbal as I wrap my hands up in his hair like it’s reins, tugging him back on my dick.

His head is tilted back, his gaze staring ahead out the windows.

I wonder if he sees anything at all through his haze of lust. I fuck him like I have no other plans for the rest of my life.

Steady, hard, determined—like how I climb when I’m in the zone.

He has no defense against this, not now anyway, if he ever did, and I notice tears falling from his face to the sofa, splattering and leaving dark dots on the upholstery.

I think of his cock, trapped on the back side of the sofa, and wonder if it’s hurting now, aching for stimulation and touch. I should take it in hand, but I know this will all be over in a heartbeat if I do. And I love making him either ask for it or come despite my negligence of his dick.

It’s a powerful feeling to fuck a man until he comes hands-free. But maybe I’ll take mercy on him and let him shoot his load after I’ve wrenched another edgy anal climax out of him.

Tugging his hair back, I jackknife into him again and again, and he takes me like he’s made for this.

His skin blotches red and hot up and down his back, his breathing staggers, and he squirms frantically, goosebumps breaking out over his skin again.

His asshole squeezes around my dick, and his hips convulse hard as the jitters commence.

“Fu-u-u-uck,” he grits out, overwhelmed, his voice shaking with his body.

“That’s nice,” I say as calmly as I can, given that my nipples are tingling, my balls are hard with the need to release, and my cock feels like it’s being sucked by the sweetest, hottest hole in the world.

Even better—that hole is attached to the most delicious man, and I’m desperately, wildly in love with him.

“That’s a very nice compliment. Coming on my cock like that. ”

His breath hitches hysterically, and I let go of his hair to reach around to check his dick, finding it wickedly hard and hot.

The tip is drenched, and I smear the pre-cum around with the tips of my fingers before releasing it.

Sejin hangs his head and whimpers, and I don’t know if it’s in disappointment or relief that I’m not done fucking him yet.

“Want to go for another?”

His asshole tightens around me, and he breathes erratically for a moment before nodding.

“This position okay? You comfortable?”

He hesitates and then nods again, which I take to mean that he’s not comfortable, but he also doesn’t want to move. Still, I clarify, “You’re good here? We can switch to another—”

“Now,” he says urgently. “Here.”

I get the impression from the pressure behind his voice that he can’t express much more than that.

I dig my fingers into his hips to hold him steady, and I smirk as he thrashes his head when I begin to pummel his ass again.

He loves being fucked. I do too, of course, but Sejin loves it like it’s reason enough for living.

He gives so much of himself while bottoming, and always has, even that first night we hooked up.

I can’t imagine giving that much, even for him.

Even when that one guy’s massive cock forced those anal climaxes out of me, I didn’t give him all of myself, not the way Sejin does for me.

I held something back, but he never does.

“Danny,” he warbles, turning his head so that I can see his tear-streaked cheek. “It’s so good. You’re so good.”

If he can say that much, I’m not fucking him well enough to get that third anal climax.

I twist one hand up in his hair again—he seems to love that as much as I do—and hold him in place with the tension between my strong hand on his hip and my grip on his hair.

I ride him until I’m sweating. He’s damp with sweat too.

The slap of our skin is loud in the room, almost as loud as his cries.

And then—like a beautiful dream—he hits a wall of pleasure. Going perfectly rigid, he accepts my ramming cock like a sheath as his body locks up. A spasm rips through him, knees collapsing under his weight, elbows going out so that I’m holding his torso up by my grip on his hair, and he screams.

I feel his cum paint my bare feet as his anus grips wildly, and I realize he’s hit both at once—anal climax and penile orgasm.

He quakes like he’s having a seizure while I shove my cock in as deep as I can, hold tight, and grunt.

I twitch all over as I shoot my load into his perfect, beautiful, writhing body.

I imagine my jizz coating his insides and I groan, shaking as this orgasm steals my sanity for gloriously long bursts of pleasure.

It’s intense, and it takes time for me to return back to myself.

I pant against his heaving back, blinking wetly as he hauls in breaths beneath me.

Wow, weird, I’ve got tears in my eyes too.

I kiss his shoulder blades, his spine, and his wet cheek before I heave myself back onto my heels and tug free of his body.

“Fuck,” he says, reaching back to spread his ass open for me, showing off how I’ve left him fucked open.

I grin as his hole clenches helplessly on air and a dribble of my cum slides out. I use my index finger to push it back in. Irrationally, I want it all to stay inside, to be absorbed into him, to be part of him forever.

“Oh, God,” he whimpers, and trembles some more. I finger his hole lightly until he’s closing up around me, and then press my thumb against the twitching pucker of it as if I’m sealing it closed.

I help him stand up, and he leans against me, our height difference making it so that he has to wrap his arms around my shoulders while I steady him with an arm around his waist. His hair swings around us both, soft and tickly. I love it. “Let’s go clean up. Peggy Jo’s got great water pressure.”

“Can I walk?” he mutters, huffing against my hair. “I don’t think I can walk?”

“I got you, Doc,” I say, squeezing him tightly. “I got you.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, a small sob seeming to wrack his body as he leans more heavily against me. “Yeah, you do.”

I fight back a weird lump in my throat. I hope I have him. In every way. It’s a lot of responsibility, and…

I don’t want to let him down.