Page 18 of Sam & Justin
I began to slowly fuck into him, draping my body over his. Our lips found each other’s again. The heat of the kiss added to the passion, and soon, I was losing myself in his body. His legs wrapped around me, pushing me in deeper. The slow and shallow thrusts gave way to more passionate ones. Sweat dripped down my forehead, down my back, glued our bodies together.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned out. My moan was swallowed by his hungry mouth, still kissing mine.
“So good,” he groaned back.
Soon, the only thing that existed was him, his body, the sensations of his channel tight around my cock. I felt his hard dick painting precum against my stomach. When I felt myself getting close, I changed the tempo. I pulled away from his kiss and hoisted his legs onto my shoulder. Anything to keep it going. But there was only so much I could do to stave off the inevitable. The edge of the cliff kept getting closer and closer.
And it felt like he was on the same journey.
His hole tightened around me, and he brought his hand down to his cock. I wrapped my hand around his. He fucked himself on my cock and into our hands and soon, he was shooting hot cum against my chest. His tightening hole milked my orgasm into the condom. My vision went white from the sensation of it all. I collapsed against him as we finished, and I found myself wondering: how the hell could this only be one night when it was the best sex I’d ever had?
7
Reunion - Friday Night
Fuck.
If I’d have known Justin could fuck like that, I might have risked it all in high school. Risked being out back then, my friendships, having a roof over my head, all of it. Because even if we hadn’t done anything wild, he’d fucked me so good I was seeing stars by the time he collapsed on me. I could feel his heavy breaths against my chest. We were pretty much stuck together with cum and sweat, but I didn’t want him to roll over. I didn’t want to feel the emptiness when he pulled out of me.
But he had to pull out eventually. I watched as he took the condom off his cock and knotted it, tossing it in the trash can by the bed.
“Stay here,” I told him as I started to sit up. I felt his hand on my chest, pushing me back. It didn’t take much pushing, if I was being all that honest. Leaving the bed when my legs felt like jelly didn’t sound all that appealing, but neither did cleaning up the dried jizz later.
It didn’t seem like I was going to have to do either of those. Because Justin rolled off the bed. I thought he might pull on some clothes, but he didn’t. He just walked stark naked to the bathroom. I heard running water and a few minutes later, he came back holding a damp rag. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he padded across the motel room’s old carpet toward me. He climbed back onto the bed and started wiping me down.
My eyes drifted shut with the careful way he was cleaning me off. He wasn’t the first person I’d fucked, not by a long shot, but most of the guys I hooked up with ended up cleaning themselves off and leaving. Even my ex-husband wasn’t always the best at the aftercare thing. He always claimed that he was worn out after fucking, and I didn’t blame him. But having Justin clean me off, it felt like he was putting me first.
There hadn’t been a whole lot of that in my life.
After he got me all cleaned up, he looked like he was about to leave again. I pulled him back down to me, taking the rag from his hand. I didn’t want him to go yet, didn’t want tonight to be over. I put the rag on the bedside table, right next to the supplies. “Stay for a bit.”
I thought he might fight me on it, but he didn’t. He settled right in against me, pulling me into him. My head found his chestlike it was magnetized and rested there. I could hear his heart beating, his steady breathing. It was just a one night stand, but that didn’t mean it had to be meaningless. If nothing else, it was some kind of full circle thing. I was finally laying in bed with my high school crush, his arms wrapped around me, and I was loving every second of it.
Felt like something from one of those dumb chick flicks I got dragged to by some of the girls I tried to date back when I was living here. I wondered if I’d have liked them more if Justin had been the one dragging me there. Probably not, I decided, because there wasn’t anything that could’ve made me enjoy those movies.
“That was good,” Justin whispered after a few minutes. I could feel the deep vibrations of his voice against my ear, and I smiled at the sound of it.
“That was good,” I agreed. “You know, there were a few times back in high school when I imagined that.” He shifted underneath me, and I angled my head to get a better view. He looked surprised, like he didn’t expect the words to come from my mouth. “Shit, man, you saw the picture. You’re too smart to not notice the way I was looking at you back then.”
That confused look of his turned to a grin. “I thought I might have been imagining things.”
“Nah, it was right there. Plain as day.”
“I liked you then, too,” he said quietly. He was obviously better at hiding it than I’d been back then, because I didn’t see a lick ofit on his face in that picture. “I didn’t know it yet. I didn’t even know I liked guys when I knew you, but once I realized that, I was able to look back on those memories. It was obvious.”
“When did you realize?”
He paused for a moment. “College,” he answered. His thick arms tightened around me, pulling me closer to him. “I think it was my second year? Maybe my third?”
“What happened?”
I didn’t know if I was being too nosy, but I didn’t really care. I’d known I was gay for a long time, and I was always curious how the people who didn’t know came into it. “There was a guy in one of my political science classes,” he started. “I found myself hanging on his every word. Every time he got up to present in class, it was the most compelling lecture I’d ever heard. When I saw him in the library, I wanted all of his attention. It took most of the semester and my roommate whacking me upside the head to recognize it for what it was.”
“A crush?”
“A crush,” he confirmed.
I snorted. “How’d you handle that?”