Jay glanced back at me one last time, and I tried desperately to convey all my love with my eyes. Silent tears streamed down his face as mine fell freely. I watched helplessly as his parents ushered him out the door, never to see him again, leaving a hollow ache in my chest that has never fully healed.
The sound of a hand smacking flesh jars me out of my memories of that terrible day long ago. I’d been staring into space, with the room blurring around the edges.
Shaking my head, I see Jay has finally shown up and is standing right in front of me. I’m mesmerized as he slowly removes his clothes. Our eyes meet briefly, and I try not to stare, but I can’t look away.
The last time I saw him naked, he was tall and lean, with just a hint of muscle. Now, he’s the same height; he didn’t experience a late growth spurt as I did, but his body has filled out into something solid, with corded arms, firm thighs, and a hard, defined stomach. Where he once was nearly smooth, a light smatteringof brown fuzz traces all the right places, forming a tempting line down to his groin.
He claims the farthest spot from me on the other bed. I’m trying not to be too obvious, but my gaze is drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The camera indicator lights are blinking red as they record the euphoric ecstasy surrounding me. The air is thick with the musky scent of sweat and sex, the primalness of bodies coming together.
I’m sprawled on the bed while Riley eagerly licks and sucks my cock like it’s his favorite treat. Yet, amidst the cacophony of slapping flesh, greedy moans, and the slick, wet sounds of sucking, I’m acutely aware of Jay’s presence. A smack echoes through the room as I watch Carlos feast on Riley’s ass while he dutifully sucks my cock. I should be loving every minute of this, but my mind is elsewhere.
A few minutes tick by, and it’s time to switch things up. The tops migrate to other bottoms, so I shift my position to the end of the bed, standing between Lorenzo and Chad.
Chad’s on his knees, his face upturned, while Lorenzo fucks his throat with smooth, controlled strokes. His eyes are glassy, with spit pouring down his chin, and knowing him, he’s loving every second.
I’m there in body, going through the motions, but I’m barely paying attention to anything other than Jay.
Mac sidles up behind me, his arms snaking around my waist as he strokes my dick. Turning my head for a kiss, my lips move against his on autopilot, but it’s mechanical. Mac drops to his knees, taking me in his mouth, but my focus is locked on Jay.
He’s on his hands and knees, Leon buried face-first in his ass and Carlos kneeling in front of him, sliding his dick in and out of his mouth, recording a close-up on his phone that captures every lurid detail. A pang of jealousy shoots through me; this isn’t where I want either of us to be.
Releasing myself from Mac, I navigate past the writhing bodies, barely skimming the flesh of the forms as I go by.
Leon has moved on, and finally, I’m standing behind Jay, his ass within my reach. It’s a perfect, ripe peach; his fair skin beckoning me towards him.
I kneel on the floor behind him and breathe in his familiar, intoxicating scent.
I want him to know it’s me, so I trail my hand up his back, pressing kisses to his spine, one knot at a time. When I reach his neck, I skim my tongue across his skin, sucking just below his ear, knowing it’s the spot that drives him crazy. His body shudders; goosebumps bloom across his flesh.
I lean in, my lips brushing his ear. “Are you ready for my tongue in your ass, baby?” I whisper, my voice laced with promise.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groans, filthy and raw.
I know I’m affecting him as deeply as he’s affecting me. He turns to look at me, and for the first time in years, I meld my lips to his, slipping my tongue into his mouth to savor the taste of him. It’s like coming home, a familiar dance we’ve done a thousand times before, yet it feels brand new. I know, without a doubt, that these next few moments will be life-altering.
All too soon, I break our kiss, my hands splayed across his sides as I slide back down his body. His skin is warm and smooth, a canvas of creamy flesh stretched over taut muscle. When I reach his ass, Irun my finger across his puckered hole, feeling the slick remnants of the other guys’ spit. I want this to only be about him and me, so I rub my fingers across his hole to spread my scent. I’m like a dog marking its territory.
My hands wander over the smooth globes of his ass, and I can’t hold back any longer. I grasp his cheeks, spreading them wide, and bury my face in his crack. His musk is heady, a primal scent that sends my senses reeling. I lick and suck, slurping across his crease, feeling his hole soften and yield to my tongue.
He pushes back on my face, opening his rim even more for me. I can taste the hint of something fruity, and I chuckle. Knowing Jay, when he stretched himself, he worried about using a lube that would taste bad, so he used an edible one. That makes it so much sweeter for me.
Lorenzo is still in front of him, his cock sliding in and out of his mouth, but I’m growing impatient. I want Jay all to myself. He keeps pulling off Lorenzo to look back at me, his moans vibrating through his body and into mine. My cock is aching with need.
Finally, Lorenzo moves on to someone else, and it’s just Jay and me. And that’s the way I intend to keep it. I surface from his ass, my face glistening with spit.
I step in front of him, my cock jutting straight out, begging for his mouth. He takes me in eagerly, the tip of my dick hitting the back of his throat. He holds me there, swallowing my pre-cum; choking and gagging as his airway constricts. The sensation is exquisite.
His gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with lust as my cock slides in and out of his luscious mouth, his pink lips stretchedwide, and spit dripping down his chin. I’m trying not to blow the increasingly heavy load out of my balls at the decadent sight.
As he continues to suck me, I run my hand down his spine, into his crease, and tap his puckered, pink hole. I probe the muscle with the tip of my finger, making him moan; the vibration causing a jolt of pleasure to zap through me. I need to get inside him.
Reluctantly, I pull out of the wet heat of his mouth, slicking up my cock with a generous squirt of lube. Wanting to make sure he’s taken care of, I add another pump of lube to my fingers, smearing them over his softened hole, pushing a finger deep inside. His filthy moan tells me I’m right on track, so I add another finger, stroking his channel, coaxing more sounds from his throat.
Positioning myself behind him, with him on all fours in front of me, I line up my bare cock with his hole, teasing his rim with the mushroom head. God, the sight is mesmerizing.
My heart is pounding out of my chest. Of all the firsts Jay and I shared, this was the one we didn’t get to experience. Being in this place, having this chance, feels like it’s rewiring my brain, healing my broken heart, and setting things right.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” I ask, my voice husky and dripping with need.
