Mitch and I hardly spoke that week. After work, he spent his evenings in the driveway, working on Seth’s truck. I spent some time doing the yardwork that I had neglected over the weekend. We fended for ourselves for dinner. We spoke less in that entire week than we normally did in a single day throughout our entire friendship.
I didn’t get to see Seth at all. We did talk on the phone every night. Which, I discovered, was easier than talking to him in person. If I couldn’t see him, I didn’t get distracted by his beauty. I could think and speak more clearly when I wasn’t dazed by the need to be touching and tasting him all the time. We avoided the topic of sex. We hadn’t on Monday night because I wasn’t smart enough to realize how hard it was going to make not seeing him, literally and figuratively. Even so, by the time Friday rolled around, I was a walking erection.
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So we talked about other things. I learned a great deal about working in a restaurant. Seth worked the lunch shift Monday through Friday and the dinner shift on Saturdays. All total, working six days a week, he still didn’t work a forty-hour week. He had no benefits and was paid about two dollars an hour. Two dollars! Then, on top of that, he had to claim a tip income of ten percent of his sales, even if he didn’t make that. After taxes, his paychecks were zero. The only money that he brought home was his tips. I had never worked in food service, since my first job was in construction, and I didn’t know any of that. He was living on the kindness of strangers, and I happened to know that the people in our town were not all that kind. It made me think back to try to remember if I had ever walked out of a restaurant without tipping. I couldn’t remember ever doing it, but I knew, damn good and well, that my father did it all the time.
**
After work on Friday, I went home, showered, and dressed nicely. I was taking Seth out on our first official date. He was waiting for me outside when I pulled up at his apartment. We’d already discussed the fact that I had no desire to know the specifics of his past sex life, and that included any confrontation with his ex-boyfriend. I didn’t mind generalities. I wanted to know the things in his past that made him the amazing person that he was. I just had this newly discovered jealous streak and didn’t want to completely expose how much of an asshole I could be this early in our relationship. The fact that he lived with a man that he’d had sex with was enough to set me on edge.
He climbed into my truck and set a backpack on the floorboard between his feet. “Hi.” He smiled.
His sexy smile had my cock filling out what little room there was in my pants. “Hi.”
He glanced up from fastening his seatbelt at the tone of my voice and grinned slyly at the obvious lust on my face. “Hmm.”
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He leaned toward me, and I met him halfway. It was our first kiss in five days, and it melted my brain. He had to be the one to break away because I had neither the strength nor the desire to stop kissing him, tasting him. When he did, I found myself desperately clutching at him and trying to pull his body into mine, regardless of the fact that we were both tied to our individual seats.
“Hmm,” he said again. “Were you planning on taking me to dinner or to bed?”
“Yes,” I replied, my voice still husky and scratchy.
He smirked at me. “Maybe we should eat first,” he suggested. “You seem to be back in that place where you’re not going to let me out of the bed for a very long time.”
“Maybe never again,” I agreed.
He chuckled and reminded me, “I do have to be at work tomorrow afternoon.”
I groaned in frustration then sighed. “Okay. What are you in the mood for?”
His eyes opened wide in shock. “You mean that you don’t have this all planned out?”
I laughed. “I do, actually. I have several plans. So you tell me what you’re in the mood to eat, and I’ll take it from there.”
“Tacos,” he replied with a smirk.
“Seriously?” I gaped. “Of all the fancy restaurants in the area, you’re opting for Mexican?”
He nodded. “Even worse, I’m craving Taco Bell. I’ve been dying for Taco Bell all week, but I didn’t have my truck, and Corey is boycotting Taco Bell because they only serve Pepsi products.”
“Our very first date, my first real date ever, and you want me to take you to Taco Bell,” I laughed.
“Yeah. Do you mind?”
“No.” I shook my head and started the truck. “I don’t mind at all.”
So I took him to Taco Bell for our first date. We ate inside because I have more class than to take my date through a drive-thru, even though I could see the potential benefits to being alone with him in the truck. We had a good time. The place was full of teenagers, being a Friday evening. It was obvious that we were a couple, and I was a little nervous about the reactions that we would get. But, when I’d catch him staring at me with that look of adoration that he’d sometimes get, I kept forgetting to give a shit what other people thought. There were a couple of sidelong glances in our direction, but Seth was so personable and friendly that people just couldn’t help but like him. The teens in the restaurant got a little rowdy, and we got a little rowdy with them. It was all in fun, and there was a lot of laughter. Nobody made a mess, and there was no hostility. The manager didn’t even bother to give us any warnings, but then, he was a teenager too.
When we got back in the truck with our to-go cups of Pepsi, Seth asked, “Where to now?”
I shook my head and grinned. “It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to see when we get there.”
He smiled at me and relaxed in his seat. “Okay.”
We drove for an hour, holding hands the entire time. We talked, much like we had on the phone. If I was concentrating on the road in front of me, I found it easier to control my desire to pounce on the man beside me. Although, that became infinitely more difficult when I inadvertently grazed my finger over the palm of his hand, and his entire body shuddered. It was good to know that it had that effect on him even if we weren’t in bed, but I avoided doing it again. The chance of me accidentally killing us was too high for me to seduce him in a moving vehicle.
When our destination became visible from approximately a quarter of a mile away, Seth turned to me, laughing. “You’re fucking kidding me!”
I chuckled. “Would you rather not?”
“Oh no,” he replied shaking his head. “I’m going to LOVE this!”
I parked the truck in the grassy area turned parking lot, and he grabbed my head and kissed me quickly and fiercely. “You are the sweetest man I have ever met!”
I brushed my fingertips over his cheekbone. “It’s just a carnival, baby. I haven’t begun to be sweet to you.”
“No, it’s not, Adam,” he insisted. “It’s OUR carnival.” He laced his fingers through mine and brought both our hands to his mouth, kissing my fingertips. “Come on. Let’s go have some fun.”
He let go of my hand long enough for us both to get out of the truck, and then he grabbed ahold of it again as soon as he was within reach. I, truthfully, hadn’t known that it was the same traveling carnival that he’d worked at. I had just been searching for any carnival within the general area when I’d found mention of it. If I had thought about it, it would have made sense. Those carnivals made a circuit, and it was about the same time of year that we had first met. So, if I had thought about it, it would have made sense that his carnival would have been somewhere close. I just hadn’t.
**
Seth had a great time. He took me around and introduced me to everyone that he knew that still worked there. Those people all wanted Seth to meet people who had started since he’d left. After the place had closed, we’d stayed and sat around drinking beer, reminiscing, and catching up. No one cared that we were gay. If you looked at some of them, you’d automatically think, ‘red-neck’ and ‘hillbilly’. Based on appearances alone, these were the kinds of people that you would assume would be bigots and racists. They weren’t. They were friendly, kind, and generous. I can’t speak for what carnies in other troupes are like, but this one, Seth’s carnival, contained some of the most open-minded and accepting people I had ever met in my life. I was glad that they had found him and taken care of him when he needed help.
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It was creeping up on three in the morning when we finally left. Seth looked exhausted, but he was practically glowing with happiness. Home was over an hour away, so I opted to find a close motel instead. It wasn’t the Ritz, but it had a bed, and that’s what we needed. Suddenly, we again found ourselves in the situation of wanting to make love but having no supplies.
“Oh God,” he groaned when I told him that I didn’t have anything with us. “I want you inside me.”
“I want that too, baby,” I breathed against his sternum. “But we can’t. I don’t want to hurt you.”
We had made it onto the bed but were both still fully dressed. I was slowly unbuttoning his shirt as I placed kisses on all the tantalizing skin I’d exposed.
“But I’ve been practicing.” He whimpered when I found a particularly sensitive spot.
It took a second for what he’d said to soak through my lust-fogged brain. I raised my head from his mostly naked torso. “What?”
“I’ve been… You said… I wanted…” he stuttered, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
I unbuttoned the last button on his shirt and slid back up his body. He had my complete attention now, and I wanted to hear him say it. I braced myself on my elbows on either side of his chest so that we were practically nose to nose. “You’ve been doing what?”
“Practicing,” he whispered.
“Practicing what, baby?” I prodded.
His face bloomed scarlet, and he started chewing on his bottom lip.
I kissed him to make him stop. “Practicing what, baby?” I repeated.
He huffed a breath across my face. He was really embarrassed, and I wondered if he understood how much the thought of what I was sure he’d meant was turning me on.
“Taking it,” he finally admitted.
“Anally?” I asked.
He squinted at me. “Yes.”
“Alone?”
The squint became an outright glare. “Yes.”
“I’m not accusing you of anything, baby,” I explained. “I’m just building an image in my head.”
He squinted again.
“With what?” I asked.
“My fingers.”
My eyes closed of their own volition as a deep moan rumbled up from my chest. When I managed to force my eyes open again, he was smirking wryly. He finally understood what this was doing to me. “You’ve been stretching yourself for me?”
“Yes,” he replied. Then softly added, “And a little for me too.”
I had to concentrate on breathing for a second before I asked any more questions. “So you’re not just opening yourself? You’ve been finger fucking yourself? To completion? Do you come with your fingers buried deep inside you, baby?”
I don’t know if it was the rough, breathy sound of my voice, the expression on my face, or the fact that he could probably feel my cock throbbing through the layers of his clothing and mine, but I watched as his pupils dilated, blanketing the sea of blue with black, his breath came out in short pants, and his jaw tightened. “Yes,” he hissed.
“Will you…” I swallowed hard and reminded myself to breathe. “Show me?”
He hesitated as his eyes searched my face. Finding whatever he needed there, he whispered, “Yes.”
After jumping off the bed as if I was spring loaded, I bolted into the bathroom and grabbed both little bottles of lotion and conditioner, not knowing which he’d prefer. I left the shampoo, deducing that anything that lathered would not be good for this. I couldn’t have been turned away from him for five seconds, but when I’d turned back, he’d managed to get his footwear off and was working on his pants.
I paused for a second and watched him strip. I needed to get a grip or I was going to come in my pants like a school boy. And speaking of pants… I walked, as slowly as I could manage, back to the bed and set the little bottles down on the nightstand. Then, just as slowly, I took off my own clothes. When I’d finished, Seth was lying back on the bed, fully naked. I crawled onto the bed and sat back on my feet between his legs.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I breathed and ran my hand up his bare leg. “What do you need from me?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. Just stay right like that.”
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He gathered up the pillows and piled them behind himself, raising his upper body to the extent that the cheap, motel pillows would allow. He bent both knees and laid his right one on the bed but kept his left upright. With his right hand, he cupped and rubbed his balls while gnawing on his bottom lip. I glanced over at the bedside table, and his gaze followed mine. He snatched one of the bottles without bothering to pay attention to what was in it. He kept it in his hand while he continued to fondle his sac and mangle his lip.
“Don’t be nervous, baby,” I crooned. “You are the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life. You have no idea how fucking hot this is for me.”
He released his lip and grinned at me.
“Don’t be surprised if I can’t keep my hands to myself,” I warned him.
“I want you to keep your hands to yourself. On yourself. I want you to stroke yourself for me.”
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. “If I touch my cock right now, I’m going to come all over you.”
His breath hitched, and his dick twitched. I watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of his slit and dripped onto his belly. He scooped it up with two fingers and, reaching down, rubbed it around his hole. My eyes rolled back in my head. I had serious doubts that I was going to be able to prevent myself from coming, untouched.
He opened the bottle and coated two fingers of his right hand with whatever it was. Then he poured some into his palm and screwed the cap back on the bottle, dropping it on the bed beside him. He rolled his hips up, cupped his balls, pulling them up and out of the way, and slipped his right hand under them, rubbing the cream around his tight hole. Watching my reaction, he continued to rub small circles around his entrance with two fingers. I couldn’t see it from the angle I was at, but from the way he was holding his hand, with his ring finger and pinky curled in, and his index and middle fingers extended, the cream he’d poured into his palm had to be running down his fingers. It was pretty ingenious, and I wondered why I had never thought of it.
Then I stopped being able to think about anything as I watched both fingers slowly disappear inside his body. A loud moan ripped out of his throat, and his hips thrust up to meet his own fingers. I glanced up at his face to see his eyes closed. Then I looked back down to see his fingers slowly pull out and push back in as he began fucking himself. He pressed his fingers in deep, and his whole body convulsed as he found his prostate.
“Adam,” he moaned.
I tore my eyes from his ass to look into his face.
“Touch me, Adam,” he begged.
I didn’t know where to touch him, so I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh.
“Fuck, yes.” He moaned and bucked up against his hand again. This time, he let go of his balls and grabbed his leaking prick. He was no longer sliding his fingers in and out, but I could see the tendons on the back of his hand tightening and relaxing to the flexing of his fingers inside him. He started jacking himself in time to the jumping of those tendons. His breath started coming in short bursts as his chest heaved and his face was contorted in pleasure. It was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. “Fuck. Come with me, Adam,” he panted.
I didn’t have much choice. I was teetering on the edge without having ever touched myself. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and matched his rhythm. My cock was slick with the copious amount of my natural lubricant, and my hand glided easily up and down its length. I started to crest just as he cried out my name and erupted in his own hand. I watched the arc as it shot across his sweat dampened skin and streaked his chest with white. I roared as fire burned through me and hash marks of my own seed mingled with his across his body.
**
I woke to the sound of incoming text messages and realized that I had neglected to let Mitch know I wasn’t coming home. I untangled myself from the knot of body parts that Seth and I formed together and slid off the bed to find my phone.
‘Is everything ok?’
‘Adam?’
‘I’m starting to freak out a little here.’
Well, shit. I took the phone into the bathroom and called him.
“Adam?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry. We were at the carnival really late and just got a room. I should have let you know.”
“It’s fine.” The hostility in his voice gave the lie to his statement. “I’m not your keeper. I just thought you were planning to come home, so I got a little worried when you didn’t show.”
“I’m sorry. Really. It was a dickhead move. I should have texted you.”
“It’s fine. I’m just glad that you’re okay.”
“Check out time is eleven, so we’ll be there about noon.”
“You know the girls are coming today, right?”
“I remember.” Now I was the one lying. I had totally forgotten.
“Okay. Well, see you then.”
I really felt like shit. Being with Seth didn’t mean that I should neglect everyone else in my life. I’d had a life before he had become part of it, and I was totally abandoning it. I needed to figure out how to balance the two and quit being such a dick. Since I was awake, and in the bathroom, I decided to use the facilities.
When I got out of the shower, Seth was still sleeping. I hated to wake him, but it was getting close to ten-thirty. If he wanted a shower, he was going to have to get up. I dropped my towel and crawled naked across the bed, which was probably an error in judgement, being short on time. But, fuck. He was so beautiful. He’d rolled onto his stomach after I’d left the bed, and his back was fully exposed. I couldn’t keep my lips off him. I started kissing the back of his neck and made my way down his spine. His gentle moaning encouraged me to continue. I nudged the covers down, past his gorgeous ass. He really did have the most magnificent ass that I had ever seen. His cheeks were high and tight. The round, firm swell of his globes fit perfectly in my hands. I couldn’t resist. Truthfully, I didn’t put much effort into resisting. I wanted to taste him.
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The instant that my mouth moved below his waist, he began to squirm, raising his hips off the mattress and wiggling his ass just enough to be enticing but not enough to interfere with my progress. I wasn’t sure how awake he was, but he was definitely getting there. I needed him to be alert for what I was about to do. No matter how much I knew he loved being eaten, I wasn’t about to take advantage of him while he was incapable of making the choice. I was aware that there were people who enjoyed being woken up that way. Hell, I had many fantasies of it myself. He could be perfectly fine with it, but unless I knew with one hundred percent certainty that he wanted it, I was absolutely not going to molest him in his sleep. I just felt like there was something inherently wrong with that.
“Seth,” I murmured against the small of his back. “Baby, wake up.”
“Oh God, Adam,” he groaned. “Don’t stop now. You’re killing me.”
My lips turned up in a smile against his skin. I pressed a kiss into the small of his back before resuming my downward progression.
I spent some time lavishing attention on his buttocks before reaching my goal. Separating his cheeks with my hands, I blew gently across his hole. He whimpered and arched up, needy and impatient. I’d tortured him long enough. I drew the flat of my tongue directly across his pucker, and he gasped and moaned loudly.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed.
As I licked and laved his tightly furled entrance, he reached under himself and encircled his rod. My fingers and tongue massaged and caressed his tiny hole until he dilated for me. Once I was able to get inside his velvet channel, I ate his ass with abandon, stroking the wrinkled skin and plunging my rolled tongue as deep as it would go, as his glutes tensed and flexed around my face while he fucked his fist.
“Oh fuck! Fuck me, Adam! I need you inside me!”
I paused for a second but then continued my assault on his ass with my tongue. I couldn’t do as he’d asked. I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t risk him by taking him without a condom, and he was too tight and too inexperienced for me to penetrate him without lube. Conditioner would only help so much. It wasn’t good enough. I’d hurt him, and that was something I wasn’t willing to do, no matter how much he thought he wanted it.
He kept begging for my cock until his body started to vibrate. He thrashed and cried out my name as he unloaded onto the sheet below him. Watching him come like that had me teetering on the edge. I reared up on my knees and grabbed my aching prick. I didn’t last ten strokes before my muscles seized up and power surged through me in pulses as I shot my seed all over his perfect butt.
He arched up, raising his upper body, and looked over his shoulder at me. “Did you just come all over my ass?”
“Yeah, I did,” I chuckled breathily.
He snickered. “You’re a freak.”
“You loved it.”
“Yeah, I did.” He laughed and wiggled his cum stained butt at me. He was making it very difficult to stay good.
I crawled up the bed and flopped down beside him, pulling him down on top of me. “Good morning, beautiful,” I greeted him with a kiss.
“Amazing morning,” he agreed. “Pretty spectacular night too.”
“But now we need to get out of bed,” I told him. “Check out is in about fifteen minutes. If you want a shower, I suggest that you hop to it.”
“I guess I’d better then,” he grinned. “Otherwise, I’ll be wearing your cum all day.”
“Hmm,” I moaned. “I like that idea.”
He laughed. “You really are a freak.”
I sighed. “Yeah. But I hope you mean that in a good way.”
He gave me one of his disarming smiles. “The best way,” he said before he captured my lips in a brief but searing kiss. Then he climbed off me, and I took a moment to indulge in watching his ass wiggle all the way to the bathroom.
Once he disappeared behind the door, I got out of bed, washed my face and hands, and slipped into my clothes. “I’m going to go check out and see if there’s any coffee to be had,” I called through the closed door. “You’ll have to let me back in. I won’t have the key anymore. Okay?”
“Okay,” came the muffled reply. “I won’t be long.”
There actually was coffee in the lobby, which surprised me. It was also very good coffee, which delighted me. When I got back to the room with two cups, and cream and sugar for him, Seth was already dressed; my only disappointment of the morning.
This time, I paid close attention to how he prepared his coffee so I would be able to make it properly next time. Two creams, four sugars; he obviously did not really like coffee.
“Wow. This is good coffee!” he exclaimed after taking his first sip of the candied concoction.
I smiled to myself, wondering how he could tell the difference.
During the hour long trip back to my house, I encouraged him to tell me about his time with the carnival. He told me stories about some of the people I’d met the night before and more people that were no longer with the troupe. He kept the tales of sexual exploits to a minimum, for which, I was grateful. That was something else that I needed to get a handle on; the spikes of jealousy. I’d imagine that it would be pretty normal to get jealous, especially since this was my first relationship. But I didn’t like the way it made me feel. I had no valid reason to get jealous over his past. He’d given me absolutely no reason to believe that he wasn’t as committed to me as I was to him.
Seth knew it was something I was struggling with. One, because I’d told him, and two, because I white-knuckled the wheel when he mentioned a brief affair with one of the men I’d met the night before. Seth got quiet while I had fantasies of turning around and punching that guy in the face for touching Seth. I breathed through my totally unreasonable desire while Seth watched me battle with my inner demons.
“You have nothing to fear,” he said quietly once I’d released my death grip on the steering wheel.
“It’s not fear,” I argued.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s…” I hesitated, not sure that I really had an answer. “I guess it is fear. Fear that I’m not good enough for you. Fear that you care more for someone else. Fear that I’m going to lose you to him. Most of all, I think it’s a deep-rooted fear that someone else could make you happier.”
He reached over and held out his hand for me to take. “I promise you, Adam. No one has ever made me happier than you have managed to do in the small amount of time that we’ve spent together.” He squeezed my hand and added, “Or hornier.”
I glanced over at him with a smirk.
**
When we arrived at the house, Mitch was in the driveway with his head under the hood of Seth’s truck. “You’re right on time.” He pulled a shop rag out of his back pocket, wiped his hands on it, and then tossed Seth the keys to his truck. “Start ‘er up.”
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Seth looked at the keys in his hand, confused for a split second. Then he smiled widely and scrambled over to his truck to comply. The truck roared to life when he turned the key, and then it settled into a loud but steady purr.
“Oh my God!” I heard Seth exclaim over the rumble of the truck’s engine. He climbed out of the cab just as Mitch was slamming the hood closed. Seth threw himself at Mitch, nearly bowling him over in the yard. “THANKYOU-THANKYOU-THANKYOU!!”
Mitch seemed a little flustered by Seth’s exuberant display of appreciation but grinned and then chuckled. Mitch and I just watched Seth bounce around for a couple of minutes before he got back in the cab of the truck to gun the engine a few times.
“By my math, I’d say that’s five months of rent,” Mitch said to me.
“Oh sure,” I agreed. “We can apply that to your rent. Right after we take my fees off the top for emotional distress and pain and suffering from you smashing my face in last week.”
“Holy fuck,” he cursed under his breath. “If you start charging me for all the bruises I’ve inflicted on you in the past, I’m never going to break even.”
I smirked at him. “That’s what you get for being such a prick our whole lives.”
“Oh please,” he retorted. “You act like you didn’t get your fair share of damage in.”
I looked at him while he crossed his arms and arched his eyebrow, silently daring me to disagree. “You’re right,” I said instead. “You’re definitely the bigger pussy.”
He huffed and laughed, but I was saved from a scathing reply by Jamie pulling up with the kids.
“Uncle Adam!” the girls screeched in unison as they clambered out of the car and ran over to me. They both tackled me and gave me bear hugs while Jamie got out of the car more sedately.
“What?” Mitch barked playfully. “What about Daddy hugs? Don’t I get any love?”
“No, Daddy,” Hannah replied, eyeing Mitch up and down with obvious distain. “You’re all yucky.”
“What!?” Mitch roared and began stalking his girls across the yard. “Come here, you ungrateful hooligans.” Mitch caught them and then snuggled and kissed them both amid screaming and laughter from the girls.
I walked over to Jamie and helped her get the girl’s overnight bags out of the car. Seth shut down his truck and walked down the driveway toward us.
“Jamie, Seth. Seth, Jamie.”
They shook hands, and Jamie said, “Nice to meet you. You look familiar. Have we met before?”
Seth grinned and nodded. “I work at Hannigan’s. You were at my table last Friday.”
Jamie smiled. “That’s right! I remember. Is that how you guys met?”
“No,” I replied. “We’ve known each other for three years.”
Jamie looked confused. I didn’t blame her. I would have been too. “It’s a long story, James. I’ll tell you about it sometime when there aren’t little ears around.”
She squinted at me. “You know I hate that nickname.”
I chuckled. “That’s why I use it.”
“Geeze. You’re more annoying than my baby brother.”
“Then I’ve accomplished my goals in life.” I smirked at her, and she rolled her eyes.
“Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Seth. I don’t envy you the job you’ve taken on in putting up with this one. Especially not with his partner in crime hanging around all the time.”
Seth slipped his arm around the back of my waist, grinning. “Oh, they’re not as much trouble as you’d think. I think they must be settling down in their old age.”
Jamie smirked. “Or they’re just on their best behavior for the moment.”
“Maybe.” Seth snickered.
“Well, I’m going to go. I have a date for some alone time with my fiancé.” She turned toward the impromptu wrestling match taking place in my front yard. “Girls! I’m going. I love you. Be good for your daddy.”
“Mom!” they shouted, peeled themselves out of the tangle of limbs and grass, and loped over to give Jamie hugs and kisses.
Mitch sat in the grass and watched the display with a mixture of pain and sorrow etched on his face. An expression that washed away the instant the girls turned back toward him. I wondered if I was the only one who caught the look until I glanced at Jamie and knew that she’d seen it too.
She got in her car and left without ever saying a word to him.
**
Seth, the girls, and I were making lunch while Mitch showered and changed.
“I can’t wait for the wedding!” Crista exclaimed and executed a fumbling but adorable pirouette. “My dress is so beautiful! I’m so excited!”
“Shh!” Hannah admonished her. “Don’t talk about the wedding. Daddy might hear you.”
“Why can’t I talk about the wedding?” Crista asked her sister. “Is it a secret?”
“No, honey,” I interjected. “You can talk about the wedding. Is that where you were this morning? Trying on dresses?”
“Yes!” Crista replied, excitedly. “It was so much fun!”
Hannah appeared very distressed. The entire situation was forcing her to take on anxiety that she shouldn’t have had to feel at the age of ten. I put down the sandwich that I was assembling and hugged her. “It’s fine, baby. Really. It’s okay to be excited and happy about the wedding.”
“But Daddy-”
“Your Daddy is a grown-up,” I replied. “You let him worry about his stuff. You just be happy for your mom and Craig. Tell us about your dress.”
Her mouth set in a determined line. “Are you Uncle Adam’s boyfriend?” she asked Seth instead.
Seth set down the knife and turned to face us. I could tell that he had no idea how to answer, so I rescued him.
“Yes. Seth is my boyfriend.”
“Are you going to get married too?” Crista asked.
I smirked at Seth and answered Crista. “Not today, sweetheart. I think one wedding at a time is plenty around here.”
“Is Gloria gone for good?” Hannah asked.
“Yes.”
“Good,” she replied. “She was nasty.”
“Hannah,” I chastised her. “That’s not nice.”
“It’s true!” she insisted. “All she ever did was sit around and drink beer and smoke cigarettes and watch TV.”
“And sleep!” Crista added. “She yelled at us for making noise! We didn’t even make any noise!”
“She was mean to us. She wouldn’t let us do anything,” Hannah added.
“And she was ugly!” Crista exclaimed. “Not like you, Seth. You’re pretty.”
“Boys aren’t pretty,” Hannah corrected her sister. “They’re handsome.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I replied with an impish grin. “I think Seth’s pretty, too.”
Hannah giggled. “You’re so weird, Uncle Adam.”
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“What did I miss?” Mitch announced to the room in general as he strolled into the kitchen. I briefly wondered how much of the recent conversation he’d just heard. The look of guilt he flashed me told me that he’d probably heard it all. At the very least, he’d heard the part about Gloria.
After lunch, Mitch took the girls out for some Daddy and daughters time, leaving Seth and me alone for the last hour before he had to go to work.
“Will you come back when you get off?” I asked him while we were snuggling, fully clothed, in my bed.
“How about I get off when I come back?” he teased.
“Can you be quiet?” I taunted him. “You can’t be all loud with the girls here.”
“Me?” he exclaimed. “Do you have any idea how loud you get?”
“I’m only loud when you’re shoving that amazing cock deep inside me,” I reminded him. “And you loved it.”
“Yeah, I did,” he chuckled.
“You’d love to be pounding away inside me right now,” I added.
He shook his head, biting his bottom lip. “I really want you inside me, Adam.”
I grinned. “Are we going to argue about who gets to bottom?”
“We can take turns,” he suggested. “Tonight it’s my turn. I didn’t get it last night.”
I laughed and sighed dramatically. Dropping my voice into a seductive timbre, I guided his hand down to the bulge in the front of my jeans, used his palm to rub my erection through the denim, and crooned, “Is this what you want, baby? Do you want my body on top of yours? Do you want to feel my heat, my weight, my steel hard rod buried in your incredible ass, with your needy little fuckhole coaxing and milking every drop of cum from my balls while I slide my cock deep inside your tight heat over and over again?”
“Gah!” he exclaimed, yanking his hand away from my aching dick. “You’re torturing me! Not fair! Now I have to go to work with blue balls!”
I laughed at his pouty face and kissed him. “You’d better go. You’re going to be late. I’m going to miss you.”
“Fine,” he sighed, climbed out of my arms, and off the bed. “But you’re not allowed to jack off while I’m gone.”
I groaned and flopped down on the bed. It was going to be a long night.
**
‘Are you awake?’ the text said.
I smiled and replied, ‘Yes.’
‘I’m on my way.’
‘smile You’ll have to be quiet coming through the living room. The girls are camping out in there.’
‘Ok. Be there soon.’
‘Are you texting while driving? The only acceptable answer is no. Anything else will get you punished.’
There was a long delay before, ‘No.’
I chuckled and replied, ‘You’d better not be.’
‘Then quit texting me! I’ll never get there! Freak! kiss‘
I heard his truck as soon as he turned onto the street. But then, I was listening for it. I cautiously stepped over the children and bedding piled up on the floor of the living room. There was an extra bedroom. They didn’t have to sleep in there. The house was a three bedroom/two bath, and there was a perfectly good, full-sized bed in the empty room. They just thought it was more fun to camp out in front of the TV.
I opened the door before he’d made it up to the porch. I laid my finger over my lips in the universal sign for quiet, and he nodded. We silently weaved our way back through the danger zone, and I closed the bedroom door behind us. He was on me, kissing me senseless, as soon as I turned around.
“Fuck,” he whispered breathily. “I missed you.”
“Now who’s the anxious one?” I chuckled while helping him peel off his clothing.
He froze, half in and half out of his shirt, with a nervous look on his face. “Am I being pushy?”
I smiled at him. “Only in the best way, baby,” I assured him. I was thrilled to know that he desired me as much as I did him. “How was your day?” I asked, pushing the shirt the rest of the way off his body.
“It’s about to get better,” he purred, rubbing his body against mine. “Need you so much.” He grabbed the back hem of my t-shirt and yanked it over my head. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I’ve been walking around half hard all night.”
I chuckled and raised my arms to facilitate the removal of my shirt. “Bet that improved your tips.”
He stopped with his fingertips buried in my chest hair and looked up into my eyes. “You think so?”
I laughed. “I know you’d get a big tip from me if you showed up at my table with your dick hard.”
“I’m hoping to get more than just the tip.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
“I think we can manage that.” I got down on my knees and slid his jeans and underwear down his thighs. I wasted no time in taking his cock in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, threading his fingers into my hair.
I glanced up to meet his eyes and popped off his dick. “Shhh,” I reminded him. “The kids don’t need to hear this.”
“Then you might need to put something in my mouth,” he suggested with a naughty grin.
“Good idea.”
We finished stripping and moved onto the bed in a classic sixty-nine position with Seth on top. As soon as he’d straddled my face, I sucked his balls into my mouth. He moaned loudly. I thrust my hips, encouraging him to muffle his noises with my cock. He took the hint. The spike of pleasure nearly had me coming the second his plump lips engulfed my cockhead, but he wanted me inside him, so I held off. I gripped his hips and urged him to tilt them down for me. I wanted his ass. He shifted a little to give me the access that I wanted so badly. I felt the vibration of his moan throughout my entire body when my tongue finally found its goal.
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I didn’t eat his ass long, even though I could have done that all night. I loved making him come like that. But he wanted my cock, and I had been thinking of nothing else all day. I used my mouth and fingers to loosen him up for me and then tapped him on the thigh to signal a position change.
He climbed off me with alacrity but stayed on his knees. I really wanted him face up, but I remembered how much it hurt him the last time. I didn’t want to hurt him, and I hoped that we’d have many opportunities for different positions in the future, once his body became accustomed to receiving.
“Do you want to be on your side, baby?” I asked. “It will be easier for you.”
He shook his head. “I can’t participate that way. I want to back onto you.”
“Okay.” I sheathed my cock and lubed us both copiously. I was more nervous than he seemed to be. “Take it slow and easy,” I advised when I pressed at his entrance. “We’re not in a hurry. We have all night.”
He nodded and pressed back. I held my cock still with one hand and rubbed small circles on his back with the other. He’d said that he’d been stretching himself, but in all honesty, he was just as tight as he’d always been. He was more confident, but his body was glistening with beads of sweat before he’d gotten half of my length inside him. I watched my rod slowly disappear into his depths as he inched back onto me. When his perfect ass finally rested against my groin, he let out a long, low groan into the pillow he’d buried his face in.
“Fuck,” he muffled into the pillow before he pushed his upper body up on his hands and rocked gently forward and back.
“Give it a second. Let yourself adjust.”
He shook his head. “Fuck me, Adam. I need you to move.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Seth.”
He pushed himself upright and wrapped his arms around the back of my neck. “I want it to feel like it did before. Make me feel like that again.”
I had a momentary flash of memory of my palm covering his mouth and my hand stroking him orgasm while I pounded him on the creek bed. We were in the same position now, and I knew what he was asking for. I reached around him and grabbed his prick. He’d gone soft during the penetration, but my hand was still covered in lube. I used it to stroke him back to rigidity. I didn’t move my hips until he was hard again. It allowed me to give him the time he needed for his channel to accept my invasion.
I slipped my other hand over his mouth when his soft moans grew in volume. Then I shifted my stance for balance and began to thrust into him. His body started to tremor on the first plunge. Jesus Christ. Nothing had ever felt as good as his snug passage fluttering and twitching around my length. I’d forgotten. I had completely forgotten how phenomenal it felt to take him like that. Even with half my brain worried about what the other people in my house were possibly hearing, it was still the best sex of my life. I couldn’t count the number of guys I had fucked, but no one and nothing had ever been as good as this. He was made for me. I wanted the feeling to last forever, but it couldn’t. Seth’s muffled cry, and his ejaculate coating my hand, hurled me over the precipice that I had been struggling to stay balanced on. The skin at the junction of his shoulder and neck was the only thing that muted the hoarse cry that ripped from my throat as the force of my orgasm slammed through me, altering my world eternally.
After I’d cleaned us both up a little, I snuggled into bed with my very drowsy boyfriend and got to do what I would never have had the guts to do three years before. I kissed him goodnight and held him as we both drifted off to sleep.
**
“UNCLE ADAM! UNCLE ADAM!”
I sat bolt upright to the yelling of my name just in time to see my bedroom door fly open. I yanked the covers up to make sure that all the important parts of me and Seth were covered just as two young girls came dashing into my bedroom.
“I didn’t mean right this second!” Mitch scolded them, following shortly behind. He ushered them back out of the bedroom and mouthed, “Sorry,” over his shoulder at me as he pulled the door closed.
I flopped back down on the bed, attempting to will my heart to stop trying to pound its way out of my chest.
“What was that?” Seth grumbled.
“Children,” I groaned.
He yawned and rolled to face me. “Not as much fun as yesterday’s wake up call.”
I chuckled, turned on my side to face him, and kissed him on the nose. “I’d second that vote. Go back to sleep. I’m going to get up and find out what the excitement was all about.”
“I can think of some excitement to be found right here,” he replied suggestively.
“That sounds like far more fun. But there’s no lock on that door, and Mitch would kill us both if the girls got an impromptu crash course in man-on-man sex.”
Seth arched an eyebrow at me. “But man-on-woman sex is fine?”
I grinned and shook my head. “No. I don’t think it would go over any better if you were a girl. Although, in that case, he’d only kill me. Violence against women is strictly a no-no. He’s never even spanked his girls.”
He squinted at me. “By ‘girls’ do you mean daughters or girlfriends?”
I laughed. “Either/or, most likely.”
“Hmm.” He rolled over onto his belly and snuggled down into the bedding, displaying his gorgeous butt. “That’s too bad for them. An occasional smack on the ass can be fun.”
I moaned softly and skipped my fingers down his spine to cup his rounded butt cheek. “I’ll remember that you said that,” I murmured, giving his globe a light squeeze.
He writhed and arched his back provocatively. “I hope so.”
I grazed my thumb down the split of his ass while I lightly massaged his cheek as he pressed back into my hand. I was seriously debating whether it would be worth dying over to take advantage of the sexy offer that Seth was presenting. The merits of living to fuck another day won out by a narrow margin. I sighed deeply and smacked his all too tempting rear end lightly before I rolled out of bed.
**
Mitch and the girls were playing some sort of card game at the kitchen table when I came in.
“Uncle Adam!” they shouted simultaneously, followed by begging to be allowed to do something that they didn’t quite clarify.
“Hush,” Mitch insisted. “Let the man have a cup of coffee before you terrorize him.”
The girls, sufficiently chastised, sat at the table quietly and continued their game while I poured a cup of coffee for myself. I watched the girls fidget uncontrollably while I drank half of my cup of coffee. Once I figured they had been tormented enough, I pulled out the other chair and sat at the table.
“What’s going on?”
The girls jumped at the opening and started talking a mile a minute. Both of them. At the same time. What I managed to decipher from the cacophony was that Mitch had promised them that they could redecorate the third bedroom however they liked, as long as it was okay by me. They wanted bunk beds, a TV, and a game console. And pink. They wanted to paint the room pink.
I arched my eyebrow at Mitch, and he shrugged. He had the good sense to look a little guilty, at least. I sighed at the hopeful expressions on their beautiful faces. “Okay. I don’t see why not.”
Truthfully, I could see a lot of reasons why not. But they knew, as well as Mitch did, that I’d never say no to them. I was Uncle Adam. I got to spoil them rotten, and I never had to discipline them. And I knew that Mitch needed this. He desperately needed some way to compete with the thrill of the wedding. He didn’t make the kind of money that Craig did, and he couldn’t offer them the opportunity to wear beautiful gowns and attend a formal gathering. In all actuality, he wouldn’t even be allowed to be there to see it.
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I’m not saying that Mitch didn’t deserve what he got. He did. He’d dishonored his marriage vows hundreds of times. He’d taken the vows in the first place with full knowledge that he would break them. He had been cheating on her for months by the time they had married. He’d never had any intention of being faithful. He’d spent his entire marriage drinking, partying, and cheating. He’d taken his family for granted until the rug had been pulled out from under him. Now that he was an outsider, now that he’d lost it all, he finally realized how important it was. I couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him. If having a frilly pink bedroom in my house was the price that I had to pay for my best friend to feel a little closer to the family that he so desperately wanted to be a part of, well, there was no way that I’d say no.
“Okay, kiddos. You heard the man. Go get ready. We’re going shopping,” Mitch told the girls. They jumped up, kissed me on the cheeks, and ran out of the room. Mitch slowly gathered the cards left scattered across the table. “Thank you.”
I nodded around my sip of coffee.
“I’ll take care of it all,” Mitch offered. “You won’t have to do any of the work.”
“It’s not a competition,” I said softly.
He glanced up at me. “You don’t understand.”
“I do,” I assured him. “But they’re going to love you anyway. They know who their Daddy is.”
“I just don’t want them to forget.” He scowled. “He gets them every day. I get them four days a month.”
I frowned. “I know.”
“Speaking of,” Mitch added, his eyes lighting up. “Jamie is letting me have them for a week. Not this week, but next. Is that okay with you?”
“How are you going to do that?” I asked. “What about work?”
“I already talked to David. He’s letting me take vacation on short notice. It’s not like he could say no. I’ve been there for ten years, and I’ve never taken vacation before.” He hesitated. “If it’s not okay with you for them to be here all week, I’ll take them somewhere. I can’t really afford to do that, but I’ll figure it out. She’s never let me have them this long before. I don’t think she would have let me now except that she needs the break to deal with the wedding plans.”
I smirked at him. “It might have something to do with the fact that I’m a better mother than Gloria.”
He looked shocked for a second then grinned. “Or Seth is anyway.”
“Maybe someday we’ll put that theory to the test.”
Mitch laughed. “You gonna knock him up?”
I chuckled. “I can try real hard.”
“Try what?” Seth asked as he wandered into the kitchen.
“I thought you were sleeping, baby.”
He nodded and started making himself a cup of coffee. “I was. It’s hard to sleep through all that racket.”
“Are they making a lot of noise?” Mitch asked.
“It’s fine,” Seth assured him and joined us at the table. “Happy children should be noisy. It’s part of the charm.”
“Do you want kids, Seth?” Mitch asked.
Seth’s eyes opened wide, he shot me a glance then ducked his head, finding his coffee mug inexplicably fascinating. “Maybe,” he mumbled.
Mitch smirked at me, and I grinned and reached out to caress Seth’s cheek. He looked up at my face and smiled back at me. I allowed myself the briefest moment to fantasize about spending my life and raising children with this man. It was a good fantasy.
“Well, good,” Mitch teased. “Because Adam just told me that he plans on trying to get you pregnant.”
“Asshole,” I hissed and reached over to smack Mitch upside his head.
Mitch drew back his arm to return the favor but froze at Seth’s glare.
“No hitting my boyfriend,” Seth reminded him.
Mitch dropped his arm and eyes to the table. “He started it,” he grumbled.
I laughed, Seth smirked, and Mitch shot us both a wry grin.
Written By: Trahi
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