Chapter 3

With Finn's back cradled in the swing, legs hooked in the stirrups at the knee, his exquisite ass is exposed to me. A blindfold covers his eyes as I stroke a hand down Finn's weeping cock. His body thrashes, jangling the chains attached to the pergola outside.

The sun kisses his exposed skin as lush hills and mountains surround our serene landscape, like we're the only people in the world—just us and our desires to fuel what's to come. No deadlines to meet. No places to be. No guilt or shame.

Inside his ass, the flat base of a blue butt plug conceals the rim of Finn's hole. Such a shame. I kneel between his legs, and he shivers, listening to me move without knowing how this may play out. He trusts me, and I plan to make this memorable. Our first weekend as partners. Free to do whatever we please to one another. His body—a buffet to feast upon, and feast I plan to do.

Licking around the edge of the plug, tasting clean skin and all that is him, I ignore my cock as I worship Finn's ass. Kissing and licking. Little nips and bites. Not enough to hurt, but to leave little marks along the way.

Hands gripping the chains overhead, Finn's chest heaves toward the sky. "Beck," he cries in desperation.

Knowing what he needs most, I remove the plug from his ass. It departs with a solid, wet pop. The gaping hole left in its wake is a masterpiece. Lube shines around the rim as the opening opens and closes like a wide mouth. A beautiful wide mouth that I can't help but lean in to kiss—stick my tongue inside to say a proper hello. Closing my eyes, I consume my man's ass. Make out with it as I would his mouth. In response, it squeezes around my tongue, welcoming me as its owner shakes uncontrollably. Not wanting to lose our connection, I grip his thighs to give us more time to get acquainted—the earthiness of him, the lingering vanilla of the flavored lube. To many, they might be grossed out by a little ass-to-mouth, but I love it. Need it. The intimacy, the vulnerability—it speaks to me, turns my crank, gets me painfully hard.

I lick the lips of my partner. Lave my tongue over the swollen rim.

Finn screams in broken pleasure.

Cum shoots from his cock, making a mess on his stomach.

I leave it to clean up later.

On second thought, I scoop some up with my fingers, smear it around his entrance, and get back to what I was doing in the first place: making out with my man's hole. Kissing it deeply. Tasting the salty brine, I nearly come from the flavor alone. I moan into the kiss and grip the base of my cock to keep it from exploding.

When I'm through and I've had my fill, only then do I get to business—to give Finn what he desires most, not what I want most. Though, fisting him gives me great pleasure.

Chest positioning for breath, a sheet of sweat gleams across his pale flesh. Finn's mouth parts to gulp air as I retrieve lube from the two-person outdoor table. I drizzle it over his hole, making sure to get some inside before I douse my hand in it. It splashes the wooden deck as I get us both good and ready. Knowing how big the plug was and how big the dildos he uses are, I don't bother with stretching or waiting for permission. Finn's body yields under the pressure, accepting my entire hand with a beautiful pop. His rim hugs my wrist as if they've become the best of friends.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" I check as Finn's fingers turn snow white, gripping the chains.

"Full. So full," he croaks, the muscles in his neck tensing.

"You like to be full?" I twist my hand inside his warm, welcoming passage.

"Yes." He swallows thickly.

"You like my fist in your ass, baby?"

"Yes. Yes… I…" Words die on my gorgeous man's lips as I begin to fuck him with my fist. In and out, slowly at first, building momentum.

The sloppy wet song is music to my ears, playing in tandem with his wails of unadulterated ecstasy. Finn lets go. Letting himself feel. Experience this. Me. Us. What I can give him and will continue to give him for as long as he'll allow.

Birds scatter from a nearby tree as Finn unleashes a long, high-pitched scream. I fuck him through it, making damn sure I beat his prostate, fill his guts. Using the swing to my advantage, I send him into a slow rocking, up and back. Fucking my fist, in and out. Pop, pop. Opening his rim more. Giving it air. Letting it breathe as it impales itself on my hand.

Finn's abs ripple, covered in cum, as his poor, angry, red dick stands at attention, and his balls tighten, ready to unload. I take him as far as he needs, as long as he needs. When I think he's had enough, when I've buried more than my wrist inside him, Finn begs for more.

"I need to feel you… everywhere," he pleads.

Bending to his will, I make him feel me everywhere.

Inside I go, little by little, as I massage his balls, the base of his cock, then massage the mess of fresh precum into his stomach. Up to his nipples, I dance my fingertips and play with them too, twisting and rolling them until his thrashing intensifies. Words impart his lips in a jumble of pleas and desperation. Droplets of sweat pour down the side of his face, collecting in the blindfold and its elastic band.

Yet, I persist.

Opening him up.

Watching him fall deeper into pleasured madness.

Higher and higher.

Until the trashing ceases and the moans fall quietly from his slack jaw. His arms loosen overhead to lie across his stomach. I cup a hand over his to ground him as he soars. Finn's head lolls to the side, and his shoulders relax.

Unspoken, deep, achy emotions grip me at the sight. How beautiful he looks. How serene. Letting him float, I remove my hand long enough to grip my throbbing cock and enter him. The void. The openness surrounds my cock. Leaving just the tip inside, I stroke myself until my toes curl, and I breed his gaping hole.

Finn hums in pleasure as I grunt through my climax, feeding it to him.

Cum bathes his rim. Drops fall out and splatter the deck.

"Do you like when I come inside you, sweetheart?" My words are hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"Yes," is Finn's simple, floaty reply.

I smile at him even though he can't see me. Then I reenter his body with my fist once more. He stiffens for a moment before settling. A low, satisfied moan reverberates through the air.

Wanting him to get off a second time because that's what Finn needs, my fist fucking is slow, drawing out his pleasure. When he's there, on the precipice, I feel it vibrate through him—nothing more than a low hum. No moans, whines, or pleas. It's in his breathing. The elongating of his neck. The slight part of his lips as he gasps a silent breath.

When he comes, it's magnificent.

Cum lazily shoots from his glans—in small bursts, rolling down the side of his shaft just as the next surges. His thighs tighten as his rim hugs around my wrist. Covering his body with my own the best I can, I help him through it. Finn's orgasm flows on and on—an endless stream of cum and twitches. Those lean, muscular arms wrap around me, hugging me tightly as he crests and falls—I'm the anchor to his storm.

"Beck." He trembles.

"I have you, sweetheart."

Finn sniffles.

I nuzzle my nose to the side of his and brush my lips across the delectable ones I wish to taste. Finn parts beautifully, letting me inside. Our tongues tangle in a slow, warm dance of us.

Groaning into his mouth, into the kiss, I remove my fist from Finn's ass. He groans at the loss and clings to me. Reaching over, still kissing him, I unhook each of Finn's legs from the stirrups. They squeeze around my waist, ankles lock above my ass. Next, I remove his blindfold and toss it onto the deck. Finn's fingers sift into my hair, holding my mouth to his as we meld as one. His still-hard cock a throbbing brand against my stomach. Mine slips into his opening.

A connection of souls weaves between us, unlike anything I've experienced before. Finn seems to notice it, too, when he grips my ass, fingertips embed into the meat.

He's the first to pull away on a gasp.

Our eyes meet.

His rimmed in red.

"I think I love you," he whispers.

My heart thumps wildly at his words, at the sincerity and the beauty. I sweep my lips across his swollen ones and meet his gaze once more. "I think I love you, too, sweetheart."

Finn's face crumbles as he begins to cry, and I cling to him to communicate without words it's okay. This is okay. He's not too weird. This isn't too fast. We're experiencing this new adventure together. Head-on. No lies. No secrets. Only honesty.

It's scary as fuck.

But I'm here for it.

As the crying fades to sniffles, I kiss Finn slow and lazy—like I have all the time in the world. When we're done, I help him from the swing, and we walk into the house together, hand in hand. He steals shy glances my way as if he doesn't know if I'm a figment of his imagination or real. Not wanting him to tumble, considering what we just did, I release his hand in favor of holding him around the waist. We enter the bathroom together. Shower together. Never speaking. Only touching. Kissing. Washing each other's privates. When I get on my knees to check on his hole, it's on its way to closing. It"ll be awhile before it's back to normal, and that's okay.

Spreading his cheeks, I lave my tongue across the swollen rim. Finn stiffens, and a moan breaks free, but he doesn't ask me to stop. So, I don't. I kiss it again, giving it the attention it deserves. Never in my life did I consider myself a real ass man. Fucking a man with a nice ass, sure. Obsessed with an ass, never. Until Finn. Until his needs called to mine—coaxing a secret spot in me to awaken.

I worship his hole.

And when he comes, squeezing around my tongue, I consider it a job well done.

As I rise from the shower floor, Finn's on me, arms around my neck, his tongue down my throat in a heat of passion I don't expect but welcome just the same.

The rest of our day is spent together.

Me loving his body.

Him allowing it.

Our dinner is quiet as we indulge in the fresh bread and roasted chicken Finn prepares.

On the couch, we read. Me, his book. Him, one he selected from his shelf. My back props in one corner, him in the other. The same corners we sat in the first day we met. Our legs intertwine between us. A single blanket's strewn across our tangle of limbs.

The stars and moon shine high in the sky by the time we look up from our pages and into each other's eyes.

"This is the best day of my life," Finn whispers.

"It has been amazing."

"Thank you for… helping me. Then loving me and accepting me for who I am."

Not sure what to say without sounding cheesy, I don a bright smile and nod.

I will be here, accepting him and loving him, as long as he'll let me…

And he'll do the same in return.

Because Finn's love manifests in different ways, and I'm just beginning to discover what those are.

And thus, our real adventure begins.