He shrugged and cleared his throat. “Maybe.”
Growling and running a hand down my face, I gave up and called Drew. Almost an hour later, I knew the man’s name was Albie, he was twenty-five, and Trevor was recruiting for a different hate group.
“I’m just in way the fuck over my head,” Albie said and slugged back a Gatorade I’d given him out of the cooler. I almost jumped for joy when Rowdy and Drew walked in. I made quick introductions, then bowed out. It felt good to know I stopped someone else from getting dragged into the same shit I’d been in, and part of me wanted to ask Albie if he’d been tricked, too. Was he in love? Had Trevor twisted something pure against him? In the end I stayed out of it, and Drew blew me a kiss as he and Rowdy led the man outside.
Working my shift was the last thing I wanted to do, but I stayed until Grady came in to lock up and made sure to leave with the last group of guys. I didn’t want to be alone, and maybe I was a wuss puss, but I wanted to stay in the land of the living. Drew had helped me get an old Civic, and I let out a relieved breath as I got in the beater and headed for home.
Once I was at the house, a strange mood hit me harder than the punch I’d used on Trevor. I went inside and paced. I found the lube in our bedroom and slipped it in my pocket, then went outside to walk the beach. Eventually Drew waved at me from the deck, and I made my way slowly to him.
“So, that boy was in some deep shit,” Drew said, but I went up the steps and didn’t stop until I had my arms around him. He leaned down to kiss me, and I grabbed his shoulders. He laughed when I put pressure on him and then tugged him toward the boards of the deck, but he went. It didn’t take me long to strip his pants from him. His dick pointing toward the sky made him helpful.
“What’s going on?” Drew asked with a laugh as I spread his thighs. He moaned and ran his hands along my hips and then over my shorts to where I was hard and pushing out the fabric in front.
“You know what I’ve never done? I’ve never taken what I wanted,” I whispered to him as I pulled the lube out and slicked up my fingers. “I want to fuck you. I want it. Bad. I haven’t done this with a man. I didn’t… I was afraid. I was afraid if I asked for this, you wouldn’t want to give it to me, and I’m fucking done. I’m done being scared. I’m done hiding. I’m just—” I spread his legs, and as frantic as I felt, I didn’t ram my fingers into his ass. I found his hole and pressed carefully inside him.
His breath caught.
“Oh, babe. I was fine letting things happen on their own. If I would’ve realized you were worried about—fuck, right there,” he said and dropped his head back to the deck. I grinned as I added another finger and turned my hand to massage his prostate. Just like throwing a punch in the ring, which I hadn’t done in years before today, I felt godlike as his breath sped up and he arched his hips. I watched his face, but there was no pain.
“I hurt myself today. I don’t want to talk about it, but I might not be able to… if my back doesn’t let me finish this right now, I’m doing it another time,” I said roughly. The pressure around my fingers was amazing, and I stared, mesmerized, as I watched them disappear into his body.
Drew leaned up and there was no more talking as I kissed him. I didn’t take my shorts off, simply pushed them down until I had my cock out. I gave myself a thick coating of lube. Drew helped, holding his thighs back, and I loved the way he curled his ass in the air. I hadn’t thought I would want this a lot because I loved what we’d been doing, and I was addicted to the sensation of his cock unloading inside me.
I was wrong.
Right now, I needed this. I leaned forward, pressed my cockhead against his hole, and almost died of pleasure as I easily slid inside his body. The intense squeeze on my head and shaft had me panting and fighting off a wave of too-good pleasure. There was no resistance. He was relaxed and all I had to do was rock forward. I fell and rested my palms on his sturdy chest.
Laughing, he tilted his chin up, and I kissed him. “Fuck, stay off the ropes,” I muttered to myself.
“What?” he asked with a grin.
Shaking my head, I pumped my hips experimentally, and his eyes slipped closed. His mouth fell open and he conked his head back against the deck. “Feel good?”
“Don’t stop, please.”
Nodding, I rested my hands on his solid arms and thrust. I had to sit up a little higher on my knees, and then I growled when my back ached at the motion.
“Can you go on your hands and knees?”
He snorted. “Only if you don’t sound so angry about it.”
“I wanted to do this,” I hissed out.
He leaned up and kissed me. “You are.”
Pulling out was torture, but then he rolled over and got to his knees, and I had his muscled, perfect ass waving in front of me. I scooted forward, and with our height difference, I could more or less sit up and fuck. We both sighed as I pushed into his hole again. I didn’t fuck him as fast or as hard as I’d imagined when I’d first started this, but I did pound out all of my frustration and joy. His body was tight and hot around mine, and it didn’t take long before the need to come had me smashing us together as fast as I could while tingles coiled in my belly and I gasped for air.
“Drew.”
“Do it, babe,” he said.
Nodding, I powered on and gasped when my orgasm bull-rushed me. I spurted my cum into his hole and rutted in his heat until I softened, running my fingertips over the amazing muscles of his ass and trying to catch my breath. When I finally slipped out, only because I’d softened and not because I wanted to leave, he went up on his knees and turned to kiss me.
Drew hadn’t busted yet, and I got a dirty thrill when he moved my hand to his cock. He reached back, and I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he smirked, and something slick was on his fingers when he brought his hand around again.
“Is that my cum?”
“Hot and fresh,” he said, and I would have laughed except he slathered it on his cock. I jerked him off that way, my own spunk mixed with the lube, and we were kissing when he coated my knuckles with his load. My back gave a bad pang and I slowly turned and lay down on the deck, sure I would need the cane tomorrow, but I didn’t give a shit.
