I never expected to fall for a guy, and fall big time I have. Up until I turned twenty-four, I’d denied my attraction to other men, and always chased skirts. But that had all changed after a very drunken encounter—one I’d rather forget, but always seemed to remember. I basically realized from that point forward that I wanted to be with other men. Every now and again, however, I’d get an itch for a woman, unlike Noah, who was one hundred percent gay, but ever since I met Noah, those itches aren’t like they were before.
“You planning on standing there all night watching me sleep, birthday boy?” Noah asks.
Noah grins at me, his smile welcoming. He stands from the sofa and drops the robe behind him. I bite back a groan at all of his naked glory that’s now on display as he starts to walk toward me.
I grin. “Nope. But I’m ready for the only birthday present you can give me.”
“And what’s that?” Noah asks, stroking his shaft.
“You.”
The blaze of heat I see in Noah’s eyes makes me react by yanking my shirt over my head as I slip my shoes off. Keeping my eyes on Noah, I unfasten my belt, button and zipper. Before I can get my pants down past my hips, Noah is on me.
Noah’s hands slide into my shoulder length hair and pull me into his kiss. He locks my mouth against his as our teeth clash and tongues mate. Placing my hands on either side of Noah’s whisker covered cheeks, I deepen the kiss, needing more. Noah breaks from the kiss and caresses down my back with his arousing hands. He slips them into the back of my pants, shoving them down past my hips, which allows my hard-as-fuck dick freedom.
Noah shudders as he cups my balls in his hand before he strokes up my cock. His hand squeezes my dick briefly before he rubs the pre-cum into the bulbous head, sending shards of pleasure to my balls.
“Oh fuck. You’re going to make me come too soon,” I groan out.
Noah laughs. “You’d get it up again the minute I touched you.”
I smile. Noah with that statement has just acknowledged that he knows me well. I can keep going all night when I’m alone with Noah—orgasm after orgasm. Nothing has ever felt as good as it does when I’m with him.
Pulling Noah back into me, I nearly come as our cocks slide together and our mouths meet. With Noah’s naked form pressing up against mine, and his scent all over me, I’m about ready to release. I’ve had thoughts of Noah in my head all day. I can even go as far as saying I’ve had a permanent hard-on wanting this man all day.
Growling, deep in my throat, I wrap my arms around Noah who places his hands on my ass and squeezes as we rut against each other. Both leaking with excitement.
Noah slips a hand between our bodies, and wrapping his hand around both cocks, starts to jack us off. The closer we get to climax the more erratic our breathing is.
Nipping around Noah’s lips, I bite the tender flesh softly as I move down his strong masculine jaw toward his ear—Noah’s trigger spot. We’re seconds away from coming when I clamp my teeth around Noah’s lobe and he slides a finger in the crease between my buttocks, pressing on the rosette. We shout into each other’s mouth as we come hard. Our cum mixes and coats our stomachs, cocks and Noah’s hand.
That had blown my mind, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk. The orgasm has taken everything out of me. By the look of things, Noah is in the same condition.
“Shower,” I pant, a slow smile spreading across my lips.
NOAH. I’m standing facing the wall with my arms stretched over my head, my hands resting against the wall and my legs wide open while gritting my teeth against the unbearable passion I feel for the man kneeling behind me. The hot water beats down over us, but all I can concentrate on is Ramon cleaning the calf of my right leg. I hope Ramon plans on moving further north.
Ramon has the most talented hands I’ve ever experienced on my body and, right now, they are moving in the right direction—to my aching balls and throbbing cock. I’d never come as hard or for as long before I met Ramon, but it’s more than the hottest sex that’s making me stay with him. I love his sense of humor, when he chooses to use it, and he’s brilliant at solving problems. We can talk for hours about music, films, books and even sports with us both supporting the Bruins hockey team.
I catch my breath as Ramon finally strokes me where I need his touch. My legs quiver as he spreads my ass cheeks and kisses me right on my puckered hole. Groaning, I try to keep still as Ramon’s fingers stroke between my legs before he cups my balls in his hand. I’m going to come before my cock receives any stimulation—so close…
“Fist your cock.”
I don’t need him telling me twice as I wrap my hand around my shaft and start a shallow back and forth motion. I close my eyes, loving the feeling of my hand but it doesn’t compare to Ramon—I nearly lose it when I feel him spread me open with his fingers and press his tongue against me.
“Oh God, Ramon… I can’t hold on.”
“Shush… Don’t come yet. I want my finger in you first.”
My legs are about to drop me to the floor of the shower.
I press down hard on the base of my dick and breathe deeply as Ramon slowly inserts a finger into my ass. His finger sinks deeper, and I nearly lose it when he rubs against my prostrate.
The tingling starts in the base of my spine as he keeps stroking over my sweet spot. I can’t hold on any longer.