Chapter 26

I was in Miguel's bedroom, and he was asking me to undress him. It was my every fantasy come to life. He looked up at me with his liquid brown eyes, smudged makeup, and his normally neatly styled hair a mess. I'd done that. And I wanted to mess him up more.

I started working on the buttons of his dark-green shirt. They were small and my fingers were big and clumsy with my desire to get them open in a hurry. After fumbling through the first two buttons, Miguel put his hands over mine and said, "Slow down. We have all night."

"I know," I replied hoarsely. "But I feel like I've been wanting this forever." I did slow down anyway. Inch by inch, his smooth olive skin was revealed to me. His body was lean and fit. When the last button was conquered, I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I ran my hands over his chest and stomach, stopping to tweak his dusky nipples.

"Zach," he gasped. "You're killing me."

I paused my exploration to kiss him softly. "You're so beautiful. I can't help wanting to touch every part of you."

Miguel's cheeks turned pink, and he murmured, "Thank you." Then he grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and tugged on it. "Come on, off. I know what you're hiding under there, and I want to see it again."

Chuckling, I pulled the offending garment over my head and tossed it across the room. Miguel sighed happily and ran his fingers through the hair on my chest. "You're the beautiful one," he said. "You're so strong. I always feel so safe in your arms."

I folded him in my arms and kissed the top of his head. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Hopefully, it involves our dicks," he quipped.

"I like that idea," I said as I reached for the button of his jeans. For the first time since we began our exploration, he looked uncertain. I stepped back. "Is something wrong? Do you want to stop?"

He shook his head. "No. It's just…you might be a little surprised, that's all." He unzipped his jeans and worked them down over his narrow hips, revealing a pair of black lace-and-silk panties.

The blood went to my cock so fast I got dizzy. "Holy fuck," I breathed. I reached out and ran a finger over the lace covering his half-hard cock. "If I'd known you had these on, I would have gotten your pants off a lot faster."

"You're okay with them?"

I pointed to my cock, which was obscenely tenting my sweatpants. "Hell yeah."

He smirked. "You and those damn gray sweatpants."

"What's wrong with gray sweatpants?"

"Nothing at all," he replied as he pulled off his jeans the rest of the way. "They show off your dick-print quite nicely."

"Dick-print? What the hell is that?"

"Never mind," he replied, shaking his head. "I'll tell you all about it later. Now I just want them off you."

I wasn't going to argue with that. I took off my sweatpants, taking my boxers with them. Miguel went to take off his panties, but I stopped him. "Not yet. I want to feel them on you."

A small, pleased smile curved his lips, and I just had to swoop in and kiss them. I ran my hands over the silk covering his firm, round ass while my dick rubbed against the rougher texture of the lace in front. Soon enough, the panties could barely contain his straining erection. I palmed his hard cock. I thought it would feel strange to hold another man's dick, but it didn't. It felt good. I wanted to explore more. I slid my hand into the front of his panties and wrapped it around his hard, hot shaft.

Miguel's head dropped back, and he groaned with pleasure. "That feels so good."

I went to stroke upward, but the panties got in the way, so I pulled them down. Miguel stepped out of them and drew me back toward the foot of his king-size bed. When the backs of his knees hit the mattress, he sat down and scooted back until he was lying flat. He held up his arms and said, "Come lie on top of me. I want to feel your body on mine."

"I'll squish you," I protested.

"No, you won't," he retorted. "I'm not a delicate flower."

He made a grabby-hands motion that made me chuckle. I knelt on the bed and moved toward him. He spread his legs so I could crawl between his thighs. I lowered my body, propping myself on my forearms. "Is this okay?"

Miguel put his hands on my face and pulled me down for a kiss. "Very okay."

Our tongues tangled and my body heated. Miguel's hand moved down to my ass, drawing me flush with his body. I felt his straining erection against my belly and my own cock pulsed in desperate need. My hips started to undulate of their own accord, our cocks lining up next to each other. I moaned and ground my hips down. I remembered seeing this in some of the porn I watched. It felt a lot better than I thought it would.

"Hold up," Miguel said, reaching toward the nightstand. He couldn't quite get to it because I had him caged in.

"What are you looking for?"

"Lube. In the drawer."

I stretched my arm out and opened the drawer. Reaching in, I found the bottle right in the front. I handed it to Miguel, who opened it and poured a generous amount into his palm. He reached between us and wrapped his hand around our dicks. My eyes just about rolled out of my head. "Oh my god. That's so good."

I put some lube on my hand and reached between us, covering Miguel's smaller hand with mine. We found a rhythm and moved together, our cocks sliding easily through our lubed fists. Gasps and groans filled the air as we increased our speed. A small part of me wondered why I wasn't freaking out. I had never done anything sexual with a man before and now I was fully naked and enjoying the hell out of frotting with a gorgeous guy.

The heat and pressure built at the base of my spine as my balls drew up. I tried to hold back. It was too soon. I didn't want it to end. But it was also too good, and nothing was going to stop my orgasm. "Coming," I ground out. Pleasure washed over me, and my cock pulsed in my hand, the warm cum spraying between our writhing bodies.

Miguel gasped, "Zach," and a second later, more cum poured over us.

We lay there sweaty and gasping for breath. I smiled down at him and kissed him softly. "Wow. That was amazing." I pulled my cum-and lube-covered hand out from between us and added, "And messy."

Miguel reached between us and ran his finger through our combined spend. He then lifted it to his mouth and licked it clean. He hummed with pleasure. "A good kind of messy."

"Holy shit, that was hot," I breathed. I leaned down and took his mouth in a deep kiss, tasting our cum as my tongue explored his mouth.

When I finally pulled away, Miguel chuckled. "When you go in, you go all in."

"I can't help it with you," I said. "The more I get, the more I want."

He smiled and his cheeks turned pink. He was so freaking adorable. He shifted and his nose wrinkled. "Cold, wet cum is not very comfortable."

I lifted up and looked between us. Yeah, it was a bit of a mess, and most of it was on him. "I'll get you a washcloth. I'll be right back." I thought I heard him protest, but I wasn't going to make him get out of a comfortable bed to clean up. Besides, I liked the idea of taking care of him.

I cleaned myself up first, then ran a clean washcloth under warm water and brought it back to Miguel's bedroom. He went to take the cloth from me, but I nudged his hands away and gently wiped the mess off him.

After I was done, he held out his arms and said, "Lie down with me."

I wasn't going to say no to that. I tossed the washcloth out into the hallway and then pulled down the covers on one side of the bed. He got the hint and scooted over to get under blankets. I got in on the other side and turned on my side to face him. "This is nice," I said. "I never expected anything like this to happen."

"Neither did I," Miguel replied. He wriggled closer until he was resting his head on my chest.

I took that as my opportunity to pull him even closer. He felt so good against my body. "I love that you're a cuddler."

"That makes you one of a very few," he said. "Most guys are out the door as soon as they're done."

I kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry those other guys were assholes."

He brushed his hand over my face. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure?"

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "Earlier this evening, you were excited about something that happened today. Can I ask what it was?"

It took me a second to switch gears. The answer to his question was wrapped up in a lot of bullshit. "It's a long story, but it has a happy ending." I told him about my last day at Jeff's and what happened with Robbie. His eyes were as big as saucers by the time I finished.

He raised himself on his elbow so he could look me in the eye. "First of all, I want to apologize for not being there for you when you wanted to share this. My head was in a bad place, and I was confused about us, but as your friend, I should have kept tonight open for us to celebrate the end of your servitude to Jeff."

I shook my head. "It's okay. I think I was expecting you to be a mind reader. Let's just both say sorry and that'll be the end of it."

He gave me a shy smile. "All right. But I need to hear about Robbie. It's so bizarre that he turned up at your shop after being gone for sixteen years."

After I finished telling him about Robbie and the missing letters, Miguel was furious. "I can't believe your father did that to you. That's horrible."

I sighed. "I don't have any proof, but I'm pretty sure it was him. He worked the early shift, so he was always home before I got home from school. It would have been easy for him to take the letters out of the mailbox and throw them away."

"What a dick," Miguel growled. "But you said Robbie wants to meet me. He sounds like a great guy."

"He was when we were kids. And he helped me pull my head out of my ass today, so yeah, I think he still is."

We talked more about our days at work, and I told him about my desire to get a Harley of my own. The way his eyes sparkled when I asked him if he wanted to take a ride on the back told me he was interested. Sometime during our conversation, my day caught up with me, and I fell asleep.

I woke to the sun shining through the window and a warm mouth on my hard cock. I moaned and my hips thrust up of their own accord.

Miguel pulled off my dick and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Oh my god, yes. That feels so good." I was enveloped in heat once more, and damn, Miguel knew just how to crank me all the way up. I did my best not to shove my cock down his throat, but it was hard.

I groaned in frustration when he pulled off me again. He looked up at me from his spot between my legs and said, "You don't have to hold back. Fuck my face." He licked a stripe from my taint to my slit, stopping to swirl his tongue around the sensitive head.

"Miguel," I gasped. "Please."

He grinned wickedly and took me into his mouth. He bobbed his head, taking me in inch by torturous inch until his nose was buried in my pubes. He looked up at me, took one of my hands, and placed it on the back of his head. Taking the hint, I tightened my grip on his hair and thrust into the wet heat of his mouth. He swallowed around my cock and my eyes rolled back in my head. I couldn't remember ever getting a blowjob this good.

I watched my dick slide in and out of his mouth. Tears ran down his cheeks and his spit drooled onto my balls. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. He ran his fingers under my sac, gently squeezing and massaging. Then, a single finger traveled over my taint and brushed my hole, lightly circling the puckered muscle. Never in my life had anyone done that, and the sensation was electrifying. Without warning, white-hot pleasure exploded through me. My back arched, and I ground out, "Coming," letting go of Miguel's hair in case he wanted to pull off. He choked but held on, swallowing every drop of cum I shot down his throat.

Miguel pulled off and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock was hard and angry-looking. I wondered what it would be like to taste him, to have his cock in my mouth. Was I ready for that?

Still on his knees, Miguel spat in his hand and started jerking his cock. "I want to come on you. Are you okay with that?"

"Hell yes," I said. I levered myself up on my elbows so I could watch. His hand flew over his dick, and it was so hot that my exhausted cock twitched. I was tempted to reach out and take over. Before I could act on my desire, he let out a moan of pleasure and streams of cum erupted from him, landing on my chest and stomach.

When he'd finally wrung himself dry, he fell on his hands, panting. "Best. Morning. Ever," he said with a broad grin.

Yes. Yes, it was.