Page 47 of Free Fall #1

Rye doesn’t protest as we start to rap down the wall.

It’ll still be hours before I’m back at Peggy Jo’s house and in Sejin’s arms, but my heart is thundering giddily at the prospect all the same.

I feel young, and stupid, and like I’m scrubbed clean with joy.

It’s a strange feeling. Like all my outer layers of protection have been sloughed off.

That’s what loving someone will do, I guess.

Leave you peeled raw and shiny like garlic.

Speaking of garlic, I’ll pick up some pre-baked lasagna from Italian Stallion on my way home tonight. Sejin loves it.

*

Sejin

“I come bearing gifts,” Dan says, coming into the house with a bag of takeout in one hand and the ball stretcher from the small box of toys out in his van in the other.

I’m still on the sofa with Muggs pressed against my thigh, and a sleepy sort of hard-on aching in my pants. I was having some very erotic dreams during my long nap.

Dan swoops over to me, bends down to give me a kiss, and then jumps back when Muggs takes a swipe at his exposed arm.

He looks good in the t-shirt and track pants he usually climbs in, but he’s chalked-up and filthy too.

“Demon, begone,” he mutters when Muggs darts away and under the bookcase by the wide glass doors to the patio. Dan turns back to me, leans down for his kiss, and the bag of food bangs against me.

“Sorry,” he says, standing back again. “You look good like this. All mussed up. Mm. Let’s forget the food and fuck first.”

I laugh and stand, my knees creaking a little, and I arch my back in a stretch. That draws Dan’s eyes down to my crotch, which is still horned up, and he smirks. “I see you’re down with that plan.”

“No. I’m hungry.” I take the bag of food and direct him toward the bathroom with a nod of my head. “Besides, you’re filthy, and you stink. Take a shower, and I’ll get this on plates.”

Dan sniffs his pits. “I smell like roses. What are you talking about?”

“You smell like onions, more like,” I say, my West Virginia accent more pronounced after my nap, and he grins to hear it. “Which I sometimes like, but today I want to be the one to make you sweat.”

“Mm, that won’t be a problem. You’ve already got me hard.” He takes hold of my free hand and presses it to his crotch, and I squeeze his thickening rod. “Let’s sixty-nine,” he says. “I know you want my mouth on your dick.”

“Dan,” I say in my most strict voice, but it’s pretty laughable even to me, so we both giggle. “Go shower.”

He rolls his eyes, but lets go of my hand and starts off down the hall.

“Oh!” I call.

He stops and turns back to me.

“If you can, go ahead and put the ball stretcher thing on?”

He nods. “No problem.”

When he comes back from showering a few minutes later, he’s got on a fresh pair of loose pants and a t-shirt, and I can tell by the way he’s walking that his balls are bound up in that contraption he’d once thought would be fun to put on me.

I can’t really blame him for thinking that because I think it’s going to be really fun on him.

“Let’s eat light,” he reminds me as we sit down at the table. “Lots of ass play is happening tonight.”

“Mm-hm,” I agree, and pick at my food. Italian Stallion makes for great leftovers the next day, so I’m not worried about it going to waste. “Show me,” I demand after a few silent moments of us trying to act like we want to eat and not fuck. “I want to see.”

He stands up and pushes his pants down so that the elastic waistband is mid-thigh, and I study the contraption on his junk.

His balls are pulled down and away from the base of his dick by a thick black band of something rubbery, and they look strained but not painfully so. “That’ll keep you from coming?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I mean, I can still come, but it’s not as easy. This holds my balls down and away, so I’ll have to work harder for it, and it’ll be…” Here his mouth twists into a savage smirk “…explosive. Like each pump is almost painful, but also fucking amazing.”

So, he’s played with this on himself before.

Or maybe with other people. I don’t entirely like that, but I also don’t care that much either.

He and I are so good together I know what we do eclipses all other men for him.

I see it every time he comes. His eyes go wide with awe, his face slack, and afterward I get to hear him say I love fucking you so much .

Some might not think that’s all that romantic a declaration, but I hear it for what it is— I can’t do without you now .

And I feel the same way.

“Sit down,” I order breathlessly, and I’m pleased when he does.

We fall quiet, both of us obviously thinking a lot more about our crotches than our dinner, until I push my plate aside and say, “Let’s put it away for tomorrow.”

“Finally,” he says. “About time. My dick is ready to find out what your big plan is for the night.”

“It’s…” I feel my cheeks heat up, and Dan startles as a cat gallops past and into the bedroom. “It’s a little slutty.”

“Perfect,” he declares. “Where’s this slutty toy?”

“Let me…let me get it.” My heart pounds. I’ve never been with anyone I could be this open with about my fantasies and wants. I’ve had lots of sex with lots of guys, some of it good and some of it bad, but none of it as intimate as what I’ve had with Dan pretty much from day one.

The toy is in the bedroom, and I have to dislodge Romeo from where he’s batting at the rope handles on the paper bag and rolling around beside it.

I bring the bag back to the kitchen where Dan’s already put our food into the refrigerator for later and is standing with a raging hard-on pushing out the front of his pants. Mine isn’t much more subtle.

I hand the bag to him, tongue-tied and hungry for this.

He opens the bag and lifts out the contents. The toy is in a black box that obscures what it is at first glance. Cocking his head, he tosses the lid on the kitchen table. The room is quiet now as he looks at the contraption inside. Not even a cat goes skidding past. No yowls or purrs.

“Mm, this looks hot,” Dan says after several agonizing heartbeats pass. “Tell me what it’s for, baby.”

I step closer, and he reels me in, sliding an arm around me and then down over my hip and into my pants to take hold of my cock. I groan as he squeezes it and humps his own against my other thigh.

I hold the toy up, but then he takes it back from me.

“Ah. I think I see. This slides over my dick like this,” he says, demonstrating how the cock sleeve works on his fingers. “And these”—he rubs his fingers over the gummy, ridged nubs that stick up from the exterior of the sleeve—“work your prostate extra hard as I thrust.”

I feel my knees go weak, and I lean harder against him, which he takes as a signal to keep rubbing his cock on my leg.

“Yeah. The sales guy told me it…” God, I feel so dizzy and breathless.

“He says it makes him lose his mind. But, on the other hand, his co-worker said his boyfriend doesn’t like it because it’s too intense.

I…” My voice hitches. “I think I can handle it. I think I’ll really like it. ”

My mouth is dry with lust as I consider the sleeve. I really hope Dan’s on board for this. I’ve been half-hard ever since I first spotted it displayed on a dildo on a shelf at the back of the store.

“I’m sure you will,” Dan says. “I bet this is going to be next-level.”

“But, um, first,” I say, turning toward him and letting him nuzzle my neck. He kisses my throat and blows at the loose pieces of my hair as he strokes my cock. “I want to fuck you because I’ve been missing that, and somehow you always get me on my back with your persuasive tongue on my hole.”

“You know I’m good with you fucking me whenever you want. All you have to do is ask.”

“I know. And I want you to suck my dick tonight too. Like you offered.”

He shrugs. Sucking dick isn’t his absolute favorite thing, but he’s not bad at it, and he’d offered to sixty-nine which means he’ll be able to finger me at the same time, and he loves that. “Happily.”

I lick my lips. “I’m ready when you are.”

“Let’s go.”

We don’t go far.

The sofa is better for fucking than the bed in some ways, and so we cover it with sheets and start kissing.

Dan systematically checks off every last item on my wish list, and my dick is still wet from being in Dan’s ass when he slicks up the inside of the new toy with lube and pushes his dick into it.

“Fuck,” he groans. “It’s tight. Definitely gonna keep me hard as a rock.”

Not that Dan’s ever had trouble staying hard, but between the ball stretcher and the toy, I can see he’s really going to ache. Luckily, his cock is long enough that the head sticks out the other end of the sleeve, so he’ll get plenty of stimulation to make all this worthwhile.

As for me, if the sales guy was right, and if Dan’s ball stretcher really does delay his orgasm, I’m about to have the ride of my life.

“The sixty-nine was good?” Dan asks, as he lubes up the outside of the toy next, and then presses his slick fingers to my asshole. “You liked it?”

“You know I did,” I huff as he hooks his fingers inside me and rubs my prostate.

“Good.” He pulls his fingers out and then lines up to push inside, but before he does, he asks, “And you liked fucking my ass?”

I groan. “Get inside me.”

“Answer my question.”

“Danny, please fuck me. I’m going insane waiting for it.”

“You’re the one who wanted to top me before we got to this part, and I just want to hear some nice things about my ass. I don’t know why—”

“I love fucking you. I was afraid I’d come and ruin it all. That’s the only reason I’m not fucking you still. Get inside me, for God’s sake!”