Page 53 of Stalked By Shadows

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Micah said, obviously feeling my body’s reaction against his. He leaned over to reach in a small cupboard and pull out a little zippered bag. Inside was a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms. He wiggled out of his underwear before I could protest and turned on a small lamp near the sewing machine. I sighed as I looked over his lithe body. The small ass, smooth legs, and generous cock made for a lot of fantasies in my life. None of which I’d ever thought I’d experience in person. He was hard and leaking, dripping precome onto my stomach as he tugged off my boxers.

I was not the same delicate perfection. My hips, legs, and thighs were scarred, hairy, and a little bony. My cock wasn’t bad in size, thick, rather than long, and not the video ready sort that apparently Tim had been, but I’d never thought it wasn’t enough. Our flesh bared, he sat back down, nestling my cock against his taint and leaning over me to take the lube he’d applied to his hands and press it into his own hole.

I wish I could have watched that bit, his fingers swallowed up by his own heat as he made himself ready. Only I wasn’t sure I would have lasted more than a few seconds. As it was, with my dick trapped between us, the weight of him keeping a steady pressure against me, even as his hips wiggled a little, I struggled to hold back. I could feel him pressing his fingers inside himself with our bodies aligned so tightly together. I could feel the way his body trembled in reaction, tightening and loosening, and I could feel the rest of his fingers against my balls as he changed directions or added a finger.

There was a bit of frenzied anxiety in his touch. I knew that sometimes sex could ground people, though I’d never seen it in real life. It was like he was trying to use my body to ground himself, only it wasn’t working. He panted for breath and didn’t seem to want my help, though I didn’t want him to hurt himself.

“Micah?” I asked, putting my hands on his cheeks and making him look at me. “Breathe, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulled away almost fierce in his need. He reached down between us with his other hand and coated the head of me in slick. I gasped, my hips moving without conscious effort, pain spiking through my right side and easing some of the immediate need to come.

Micah opened a condom and slid it over me, then applied more lube before wiping his hands on a tiny towel that had been in the little zipper bag.

My stupid hip screamed at me, while my cock begged and twitched to be encased in Micah’s warm heat in a fantasy I’d longed forever to fulfill. He frowned at me, an expression I didn’t like to see while he sat over me like some avenging angel of sex and fantasy. He glanced down at my hip, then placed both hands on my waist and leaned forward to kiss me. I accepted his kiss again. This one more subtle, a pressing of lips, and mingling of air. I closed my eyes to savor the feel of him against me, his heat, and his touch.

“Sorry,” he whispered two seconds before my hip exploded in a fire of pain as he pressed against it to shift the joints and something popped back into place.

“Fuck!” I cried out, but just as quickly the pain was gone and my hip seemed back where it belonged, smooth and only a hint of the prior discomfort. My dick was still hard so that was something. I stared at Micah, turned on and highly confused.

“Massage lessons come in handy every once in a while.” He lifted his hips and stroked my cock which was now very excited to be given attention.

“Warn a guy next time,” I grumbled at him.

“You would have tensed up.”

Probably. And I’d have hurt more, which would likely have ended our play. I stared at his beautiful body, thrilled for the light so I could examine his perfect skin and gentle curves. He was paler than I, more cream than the tan I’d always been. And tiny freckles decorated his skin in light kisses that I’d never noticed before on any of his videos. It made me giddy to find there was something that not everyone knew.

I reached for him, hesitating a moment. “Is it okay if I touch you?” I’d met a few guys who liked to give but not be touched. Or receive and not be touched. But being gay in the military had been a delicate balance of a lot of fragile emotions.

“Yes,” Micah said. He continued to stroke my cock, then positioned it against him. I trembled at the idea of what was happening. The pulsing heat of him against the tip of me, the shadow of my dick visible behind his balls and between those amazing thighs.

I put my hand in his hair, running my fingers through the softness as he began to lower himself down. He gasped when the head of me finally breached him, pausing and letting himself adjust. For me it was a teasing bit of fire. A strong warm grip around the tip of me. The muscles of his hole clenching around the underside of the glans. I grabbed at the blanket trying to stave off coming like it was my first time or something.

He slid down slowly. Easing up a little, sliding me in further, the look of concentration on his face, intense. I struggled to breathe fearing that letting out a full breath meant spoiling the moment and ending the pleasure.

Finally I was balls deep, awed at the beauty of our bodies meeting, mine deep inside him, encased in heat. He rocked from side to side slightly, ass resting on my hipbones, legs spread on either side of me. It was like he was searching for something.

“Tell me what you need,” I said.

Micah shook his head, concentrating rather than speaking. He leaned forward, shifting the angle or something before he started to move. It was heaven. A dream. Like a porno happening to me right that moment all at once, and yet I felt detached because he seemed to be detached.

I caught his hips, stopping him despite my body demanding more, faster, harder. “Hey, maybe we should slow down a bit?”

He looked down at me with half-lidded eyes, glazed, not with lust, but more that earlier panic I thought we’d washed away in the shower. He wasn’t seeing me. Was he imagining someone else? Had someone hurt him? I frowned, and lifted his hips to unseat him. He gave a small protest.

“I’m not even sure you’re awake right now,” I told him.

“Because I want to have sex with you?”

“Because I’m more than a blow-up doll.”

He blinked hard at me and sat back on the rug, frowning as my words began to sink in. Some of the fear seemed to leak away from his face. He glanced around the small loft. Was he just now seeing it?

“Micah,” I called.

“I’m okay.”

I didn’t believe that for a hot minute. “Talk to me. What’s in your head?”