We had such a great time at the center. I was still buzzing from it on the way home. The class had gone exceptionally well, the kids had loved it, and I’d talked to them about enrolling in a catering course if they were serious about it. I could top up their learning with more practical classes to help them practice.
I was still talking about my ideas to help the kids as we walked into my apartment. Joel went straight to the kitchen to put away the custard tarts the kids insisted we bring home.
I opened the balcony door and leaned against the railing. When I heard Joel coming back to the living room, I turned around and smiled. He stopped in his tracks and smiled back at me.
We stood like that for a few seconds, each waiting for the other to make a move.
I don’t know if it was because of the perfect day we’d had, because Isaac had “approved” of Joel even though I hadn’t officially told him we were together, or because I just couldn’t resist this man, but what I was feeling was unmistakable.
Joel launched at me at the same time as I moved forward and caught him. His mouth was on mine immediately, and his legs wrapped around my waist. He moaned when I held him in place with my hands on his ass but didn’t stop kissing me.
My need for him hit me like a freight train, so without moving my mouth from his and my hands from where they were holding his ass, I took us to my bedroom, fortunately without any major bumps or bruises along the way.
I lowered him on my bed, but he didn’t unwrap his legs, so I had no choice but to fall on top of him. His position allowed our cocks to align deliciously together despite our height difference.
“Jesus, Joel,” I gasped, grinding against him and feeling how hard he was. “Clothes. Off.”
We separated for a few seconds to get rid of our clothes and then resumed our position, except now we were completely naked. I kissed his cheek and nibbled on his earlobe while he pushed up against me.
I could feel him searching for air as I pulled out all the guns in my arsenal to make him feel good until he stopped me. He turned us so I was sitting on the bed and he was straddling me, looking into my eyes.
“David, baby,” he said, an unnamed expression on his face, “it’s okay if you’re not ready, but I...” He ran his hands through his now very messy hair.
“What’s up? You can ask me anything. You know that, right?” I put my hands on the top of his legs, massaging them gently, feeling his light blond hairs under my hands.
“I want you to make love to me, David.”
I realized then he wasn’t talking about all the stuff we’d done before, which to me still fell under the “making love” category.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he said quickly, trying to take back his request.
“Don’t take my silence for refusal, Joel.” I put my hands on either side of his face and kissed him gently. “Don’t you realize I can no more refuse you anything than I can willingly stop my heart from falling for you?”
I didn’t allow Joel time to react to my declaration before I kissed him again. Our tongues played together a game of teasing and taunting. There were only winners in this game because I was pretty sure Joel was enjoying it as much as I was.
I hadn’t felt like myself for a very long time, certainly not as an adult and for extended periods of time. Volunteering at the center was like a tonic I could take periodically, but being near Joel, touching him, feeling him wasn’t just medicine; it was like being home in all senses of the word.
That was the reason why I had no hesitation or reluctance discussing the particulars of what we were doing. There was no point in hiding it. I’d never been with another man like this, and he knew it.
Joel being my first was just how it was meant to be. I knew that to my core. My body had been waiting for his. I just didn’t know it. I’d had plenty of opportunities to be with other men, and to a degree, I’d wondered if there was something wrong with me for not being interested in them. Not anymore since Joel was my own personal aphrodisiac.
“How is this going to work exactly?” I asked while running my blunt fingernails up Joel’s sides and back, making him shiver.
“Well,” he said, putting a finger to his chin, “let me see. The rules are that the better looking of us gets to choose if they’re topping or bottoming.”
“The rules.”
“Yup, and since I’m clearly the better-looking one, I—”
He was a fucking cute smartass, but I was stronger, so I put an arm around his waist and flipped us so I was on top of him again. While he was giggling, I grabbed his wrists and held them above his head.
“You were saying...”
“I... well, I...” he stammered.
“You said you were the better looking of the two of us. I won’t disagree.” I looked him up and down, paying particular attention to his hard cock trapped between us already with a bead of precum sticking to his abdomen.
“Fuck, David, I want you inside me so fucking bad.”
