CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE Chad

"Mondays rule!" Rat yelled as he zipped by me on his surfboard, giving me hang-ten signs with both hands.

I bobbed up and down on my board, watching him ride the wave all the way to the beach. My eyes scanned just beyond the shoreline and toward Cole's house. I saw his familiar outline as he watered the flowerpots on the deck. I'd planted them on the condition that he took care of them while I worked.

While I continued staring at him, he must've sensed me because he turned to face the beach, his eyes scanning the water for me. He waved to see if it was me bouncing on the waves. He couldn't see my face, but I smiled at him, my heart flooding with love. I loved that man on the patio a few hundred yards away. It hadn't been easy, but we'd arrived here.

We'd made it to a mutual place where trust existed and a whole heap of daily nurturing and affirmation strengthened our foundation. He needed the reassurance that I was there for the long haul. What I needed was the safety that his love offered.

I undid the small waterproof container attached by Velcro around my ankle. I gingerly removed my cell so as not to drop it into the ocean, and found his contact, pressing the heart emoji I used instead of his name. I observed him as he glanced my way before pulling the phone out of his shorts pocket.

"Hi, handsome," he answered. "I miss you, even though I can see you."

"What are you doing, Daddy?" I asked, using the one word I knew drove him wild.

"Daddy is it?" he asked. "That's cruel, saying shit like that when I'm all alone over here."

I laughed to myself and the playful banter. Cole was becoming a comfortable spirit these days. A man who delighted in my unusual ways. He said he marveled at my energy and the way I embraced life. I believed him. I also believed I was rubbing off on him.

"I'm sitting here on my board watching you lovingly taking care of our flowers, Mr. Hicks," I stated. "I like when you do things like that. Nurturing and caring. Stuff like that makes me horny for you."

"What a shame you're all the way out there," he said. "I was just about to go upstairs and lie naked on the bed. I'll probably jack off as well."

"Now who's being cruel?" I joked, laying on my stomach and paddling toward shore with one hand. "Look at me," I insisted. "I could be in this same position in bed in… hmmm…. lemme see, maybe three minutes, four tops."

"Would you be face down like you are now on that board of yours?" he asked. "Me entering your sweet hole from behind?" he growled.

"I suppose I could manage that or other fun positions. Can you turn the shower on downstairs in, say, three minutes?" I asked.

The line went dead. I glanced up and broke out laughing as he ran into the house. Paddling hard, I hit the sand running, stashing my board in the grass near the trail, and pointing at the house so Rat knew I'd left the water. He spread his index and middle finger apart, his palm facing his mouth, and licked between them like a pervert. He knew what was up.

I was breathless when I walked into the house. The shower was running down the hall, but otherwise the house was very quiet. I'd placed my wet board shorts on the patio and was naked as I made my way to the shower. Cole had placed a single daisy in the middle of the bathroom floor when I entered. He was getting into the romantic stuff, too.

Quickly showering and toweling off, I crept upstairs to our bedroom, doing my best to be silent with my approach. I had high hopes that I would catch him playing with himself and imagine my desire level when that was exactly what I discovered.

Cole had lube next to him and was stroking his cock slowly, his eyes closed, when I crept to the side of the bed. I observed the hot scene as he arched his back off the bed, getting into the jack session. I doubted he knew I was in the room, so I made my way to the end of the bed and crawled toward him, past his knees, until I hovered over his cock.

He stirred, recognizing that I was there, but kept his eyes closed as I came over his erection and slid my mouth all the way down his shaft in one unhurried movement. A low moan escaped his lips, so I held him as deep as I could in my throat. Instinctually, he moved his hands to the back of my head and held me there, pumping into my wet mouth.

"Yes, baby boy," he sighed, writhing and lifting his ass off of the bed to meet my mouth every time I came down on him.

His cock was engorged, filling my mouth completely as I continued twisting my hand and mouth over him, gently building the pace as he bucked with pleasure. Once I had a good rhythm going with one hand, I felt for the bottle of lube with the other and moved it next to me. I kept up the slobbering and suction on his tool while fumbling to get the cap off the plastic bottle.

Once I had the top off, I took a short break and squeezed lube onto my fingers, and then resumed blowing him. I wanted him rock solid, but not too close to releasing his orgasm. Reaching back, I began fingering my asshole with the lube, inserting one, two, and then three digits into myself, loosening my entrance. I knew what I wanted, and he wouldn't have to do a thing but lay back and enjoy himself.

Once I was lubed and ready for him, I slid up his body and laid on top of him, our mouths meeting as we kissed passionately. He brought his hands to my ass cheeks and squeezed them, pressing his hips up to grind into my stiff dick. I moved my face to his neck, and he immediately buried his mouth into mine, biting and sucking, causing my entire body to spasm with desire.

His fingers slid into my crack until he found my hole. Once discovered, he moved a finger inside and began slowly fucking me with it. Nice and easy at first and then he began picking up the speed, dipping in and out until I was writhing on top of him, needing my ass filled by something larger.

"I need you in me, Daddy," I whispered, sliding my hand between us and grabbing his leaky dick.

Cole grabbed my hips and moved me closer to his chest before urging me to straddle his waist. "Come to your knees, boy," he growled. He looked up at me and then down at his cock. "Sit on my cock."

I lifted off him and leaned forward, reaching behind me for his swollen piece of meat. After placing the head of his cock on my pucker, I slowly came down on it, breaking through easily after the finger fucking.

"That's it, boy," he said, placing his hands back on my hips so he could manipulate my body. "Sit back and take every inch."

I sat on his dick, supporting myself by placing my feet on either side of him as I slowly moved up and down. He stretched my hole to its limit as he lifted off the bed and buried himself deep into me. I kept my hands on his chest, tweaking his nipples as he used my hole.

"Keep twisting them," he ordered. "Fuck! Daddy likes that, boy." I fell forward after bringing his excitement to the point that he pushed my hands away from his nipples. "Easy now. I could fucking come in a second," he murmured.

I was flat against him and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me as close as he could as he pumped into my hole. The first signs that his cock had found my prostate hit me like a bolt of lightning, surging through my groin.

"Oh, Daddy," I whimpered. "Right there. That's the spot, Daddy."

I went limp against him as he assaulted my hole repeatedly, each thrust bringing me to the edge of losing consciousness from the raw pleasure of my prostate getting rubbed over and over again.

Suddenly and without warning, Cole flipped me backward and came over the top of me, the backs of my knees over his shoulders as he moved deeper into me. I clung to him as he entered me thrust after thrust, massaging my magic spot until I could barely handle the feelings rushing across my body, exploding my mind's sensory lobe.

"You're so fucking hot, boy," he growled in my ear. "I can't get enough of your sweet hole."

I held on to him as our bodies synched, joined by his cock and my asshole. Grabbing my ankles, I spread my legs as far apart as I could. "Fuck me, Daddy," I cried. "Oh yeah! Fuck me harder!"

I was completely lost in the act of lovemaking. Our love was frantic, dirty, and mouthy, yet I felt such emotion as he invaded me. He was fully inside me and fulfilling his primal need to release his orgasm. His power was intoxicating to the point I could only focus on getting both our needs met.

Grabbing my ankles, he forced them together, gripping them with one hand, and then moved them to the side so he could focus on his cock entering me over and over. My asshole was fully exposed while he fixated on his cock fucking me. His tongue slid out of his mouth while his eyes narrowed and focused on my hole.

My head tossed back and forth on the bed as he entered me repeatedly, my prostate on fire. Then he slowed down, pulling his cock out until just the tip was still inside of me, before slamming back into me. He repeated the motion until I yelled in pleasure.

"Oh my God," I cried, reaching for his biceps, begging for release as he tossed me around like a rag doll. "I… can't… Oh fuck!" I huffed, him still pulling out and then pushing in faster and faster, as my orgasm loaded into my chamber.

"You like that, boy?" he asked, grinning as perspiration ran down his face. He slid his hands under my ass while I kept my legs spread wide and lifted my cheeks off the bed, forcing me onto his cock.

I arched my back, pressing the back of my head into the pillow as my entire body lifted from the mattress. I was on the verge of the most amazing orgasm I had ever experienced, not wanting the ride to end, but knowing the climax would be unavoidable at any moment.

"Right there!" I begged. "Please don't stop, Daddy."

Our eyes locked as he watched me intently, his sexual prowess on full display. I closed my eyes just as the warning signs had been exceeded, my body convulsing as my load blasted out, my hole clenching down on his cock to extract every bit of pleasure that I could. Like when I surfed, I wanted this wave of pure lustful release to last for as long as possible.

Once Cole knew I'd achieved liftoff, he was moments behind me. He fell forward on top of me, keeping his hands under my ass as he pulled me on his cock. "Uunghhh," he cried, coming hard as his breath hitched. He thrust a final time, leaving his pulsating dick deep inside me. I felt his cock flexing inside of me as he emptied his orgasm. "Oh, yes… fuck yes…" he moaned, relaxing his weight on me.

Our mouths met, and we kissed with a need so powerful that I felt a rush of love pass between us. He felt like home to me. The man that I knew loved me purely and without conditions. I hoped I made him feel loved.

He rolled off of me, wrapping me in his arms, our breathing beginning to regulate. "You make me feel so amazing, Chad. Like I've never truly been alive. I cannot explain the feeling any other way," he added.

"We fit," I suggested.

"Is that what love is?" he asked. "Fitting?"

"I think of being in love as similar to trying to complete a puzzle. We are each this piece of a puzzle and when we meet people we desire, we are open to seeing if two pieces fit. I happen to think that our pieces fit together well," I concluded.

"I like that," he replied. "But what do you do with only two pieces of a puzzle?"

"I think you complete the puzzle with your relationship experiences," I mused. "A piece here. A piece there. Experience and time adding more pieces. What you create, what you build from your two tiny pieces, is that perfect puzzle."

"That's beautiful," he whispered. I lifted my face from his chest and noticed his tears.

"You okay?"

"I like the idea of us being this incomplete puzzle that we get to build together," he began. "Your idea that we add an experience piece here, another there, and we share our goals and make sure things fit as we make our way sounds perfect. Sometimes we aren't sure, but we keep trying to complete the puzzle."

"And the idea that you may never complete your love puzzle is okay in my opinion," I added.

"Yeah. That's right, baby boy," he said, kissing the top of my head. "We simply keep adding pieces over time until there is no more time."

"And then what?" I asked.

He was quiet for a few seconds. "And then we join Jack," he stated. "We see who we can help with their puzzle pieces."

"He'd love that."