24. MAX

Chapter twenty-four

MAX

A s I moved about my house before heading over to Eddie's, I couldn't shake the nervous anticipation in the pit of my stomach. It was a sensation I wasn't accustomed to, one that felt foreign and unsettling. I was never nervous with women, sometimes to my detriment, but now I was.

I usually remained cool and collected in any situation and was never fazed by casual encounters or hookups. But this time was different. There was something that made me feel strangely vulnerable and exposed.

It wasn't about having sex with a man. I wanted to have sex with him. Just thinking about being inside him started to make me get hard. I realized then that what this was about was the emotions that might surround our lovemaking – and our history as old friends, best friends.

I left my house just before noon. I knew Jared wouldn't get back from school till four. We would have the whole afternoon together. With the sun casting its golden rays upon the quiet streets, I stepped out into the warmth of the end of the morning. As I locked my door behind me, striding toward my motorcycle, I had this strange, almost overpowering sense of change.

Putting on my helmet, I got onto my bike and started it up. The rumble of the engine revved through my body. With a roar, I set off down my street, the wind in my face. It was hot out that day. If my mouth was dry, I could put it down to that. When I was halfway there, I realized I was smiling.

Arriving at Eddie's house, I parked my bike out front, took off my helmet, and ran my hand through my hair. I could feel my skin hot and clammy with sweat. It's the heat , I thought, even as I knew I felt nervous, even as my heart was pounding in my chest.

I made my way to the door. As I reached out to ring the doorbell, my pulse was quickening. I actually was nervous. I was about to have sex with a man. That man was Eddie. This mattered to me.

The front door swung open to reveal Eddie, a smile spreading across his lips. He was wearing a T-shirt and some shorts. He was barefoot, and his hair was half-wet as if he had just showered.

With a silent nod, he beckoned me inside. I stepped over the threshold and the cool of his living room.

As I stood there, anticipation coursing through my veins, I couldn't help but look at him, slim and cute, his small smile, his blue eyes. I drank him in, the sight of him, the shape of him.

I looked at his small, wiry physique, a runner's body, I guess you would have called it, compared to my gym hulk. His slim legs were pale and almost hairless. He stood poised with the grace of a dancer.

"Hey," he said softly, eventually. "Are you okay?"

I returned his smile with my own.

"More than okay. I'm excited."

A faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Do you-do you want a glass of something cold?"

"Great. It's hot out. My mouth is dry."

As we made our way through the living room and into the kitchen, Eddie engaged in polite conversation, a few inane questions about my journey over. But my mind was racing with my proximity to his body.

I didn't want to be just some horny guy, but as I followed him, my eyes traced down the curve of his back, to his slim waist, and then his ass, so cute and tight in those shorts.

I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him. I reached out my hand and gently took hold of his arm, turning him toward me.

"Wait," I said. "Wait."

As I stepped closer to him, I could feel the air crackling us, tense, charged, electric. His big blue eyes met mine. My fingers were firm against his skin.

For a moment, we stood there, inches apart, staring at each other. I towered over him, and he looked up at me.

He reached up to me. My lips hovered just above his. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, I could feel the seesaw rhythm of his breathing. Then I pressed my lips against his, delivering a soft and tender kiss.

Running my hand up his bare arm and then over his back, I pulled him toward me. We began to kiss deeper. Our mouths moved open, and our tongues began to touch. My penis was instantly, urgently hard in my jeans. I moved against his body and felt his erect, too.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. As I held him close and we kissed, I knew that this was the right thing to do. I knew I wanted nothing more.

I drew him even closer to me, my arms encircling his waist. Our bodies were pressed together, fitting perfectly, him falling against my greater size.

Our kissing grew still more urgent. I let my hand run down his back, under his shorts, touching the skin of his buttocks. I felt a pulse through his body as my fingertips ran down them.

His hands, pressed against my body, roamed over my chest and eventually found their place folding around my shoulders as I leaned into him.

"Let's go to bed," he whispered, pulling his mouth from mine.

With a nod, I followed him eagerly, and together, we ascended the stairs, me following him, watching him move, wanting him more and more and more.

At the top of the staircase, he led me through into a bedroom. As we entered, he closed the door behind me. The air was warm. There was no air-con. Immediately, I felt a cold beat of sweat form and run down my back, under my shirt.

Without a word, he turned to face me, and he reached his mouth to mine as if to ask for more kisses. I reached out to him, my fingers tracing the contours of his face. His skin was soft beneath my touch. I could hear his breathing, just shallow gasps, as he gazed into my eyes.

"I want you," he whispered. "I have wanted you for so long."

I pulled him deeper into my arms. At that moment, I wanted only to be inside him, to be inside his body, for us to be one.

"I want to fuck you," I said.

His eyes grew wide. My cock, already erect, grew harder.

We started to kiss again but also to undress, stripping away our clothes as we headed down onto the bed.

Eventually, we were naked, standing before each other. We had seen each other without clothes before and had touched each other the day before in the river. That had been in darkness, of course.

Now we drank in the sight of each other: our skin, our muscles, mine big and gym-hard, his wiry, slender, our hands, feet, and our penises. Both of us were hard.

I moved forward to kiss him, and he raised his mouth to mine. I let my mouth move to trace his cheek, jaw, and neck. He moaned as my lips ran along his throat and collarbone.

As we broke away, he fell to his knees and began to suck me. My penis was large, but he took it very deeply in his mouth until its head was pressing at his throat. As he did so, he jerked himself.

But what I wanted – needed – was to be inside him.

"I want to fuck you," I said again.

He nodded. We lay down on the bed, and I moved over his body, him parting his legs, letting my weight fall against him. He whispered my name.

"I want you to fuck me."

Yet more blood rushed into my cock. My balls tightened against my body. I didn't think I could get any harder. He lifted his legs up, and I put my mouth against his hole. He groaned, his body tensing, his head tipping backward.

Moving back onto my knees, I put my cock to his body. He turned to his side and opened the drawer of his bedside cabinet. Quickly, he brought out some lube. He looked back and grinned at me.

"I went out earlier to buy some."

I grinned at him, and he smiled beautifully back. He squeezed some lube onto his fingertips and put it on his ass, then reached forward and put some on the head of my penis, too.

He pulled his legs back to his chest again as he lay on the bed. I moved forward and pressed my erection to his ass. He tensed a little momentarily. I was a big guy. But he wanted it so badly, I could tell.

Our eyes were strongly connected. I smiled at him, and my penis pushed inside him. He held his breath. His body tensed.

"Trust me," I said.

He blinked.

"I trust you," he whispered.

I leaned forward.

"Kiss me," I said, and he reached up, mouth to mouth, and doing that, I slipped inside him quickly, entirely. I could not be any deeper inside him; he let out a low, ecstatic moan.

Soon, I was fucking him easily, and the look on his face grew euphoric, happy.

I knew I was gonna cum fast, but I would be ready to go again in two minutes. I wanted him entirely. I desired him entirely. How could I not want to cum inside him again and again?

He looked so beautiful, and I felt like he belonged to me. Thinking that, I felt my balls tighten, my cock become so hard that I thought I might explode, and then the moment came: I came inside him.

I let out a loud groan and pushed myself a few times inside him, pushing my seed further into his body. And as I did so, he ejaculated, too, asking me to kiss him just a second before he did.