“There you go, sweetness. Relax for me now so I can get you good and stretched. I won’t hurt you, I promise, and we can stop whenever you want.”
John’s gentle reminder helps Bayani let go of the residual fear he didn’t know he’d been hanging onto. John continues to caress him with gentle, clever fingers until Bayani is stretched and ready. He grabs the lube to slather over John’s cock. Tall as a tower and stiff as a pole, Bayani is generous with his application. He wants John inside him, but he doesn’t want to injure himself in the process.
“I’m ready,”Bayani signs with only a little apprehension.
“Easy now, go slow,” John says, propping up his thick dick with one hand while the other supports Bayani’s weight. John’s fingers spread his cheeks to expose his throbbing hole. This hollowness inside of him needs to be filled, right now. Bayani’s thighs burn as his ring of muscle, now warm and relaxed, slowly stretches over John’s blunt head until the sweet pop signifies his body’s surrender. His hole clenches around John’s meaty shaft, and Bayani must fight against the urge to sink down all the way.
“Deep breaths. Take your time.” John squeezes his ass cheeks with both hands, rocking his pelvis a little to ease himself inside. Bayani slides down, aided by gravity and the slickness of lube. This suspended position puts a lot of pressure on his bad knee, but he wants to prove himself capable and be the one in control.
With a guttural groan, Bayani sinks lower onto John’s groin, until their balls meet, soft beds of flesh nestled against one another. His hole flares with a delicious throb and slight burn as Bayani clenches, causing the big man to rasp out his name in pleasure. John rubs along Bayani’s thigh, and Bayani takes hold of his other hand, the fingers that weren’t already inside him, and places them inside his mouth.
“So warm,” John says. Bayani sucks on John’s fingers and uses his thick forearm as leverage to impale himself on the man’s big dick. He angles his hips so that John’s cock rubs against his sweet spot, unleashing his own torrent of moans and whimpers. Bayani is drunk on his own power, the fit of their bodies and the sweet friction between them. He loves making John moan and move against him and sing such wonderful praises.
“Yeah, baby. Give me more of that. God you’re so sweet. And sexy as sin. Feels like a crime to touch you like this.”
John pinches his nipple, then drags his hand roughly along Bayani’s side, removes his other hand from Bayani’s mouth so that he can grip his hips with both hands and fuck up into him at the same time Bayani drills down. He’ll definitely feel this tomorrow, and he looks forward to the reminder. He’d happily not sit for a week if it meant having John inside him.
They speed up their rhythm, seeking heat and friction and little else. Bayani’s thoughts dissolve into rote movement and the singular pursuit of pleasure, fucking himself with a mad fury on John’s cock.“Sige pa,”he murmurs.Don’t stop.His own dick has firmed up and slaps his stomach wetly while his balls cushion his landing and ache a little more each time. John lurches to a sitting position and drags Bayani closer, so that Bayani may wrap his legs around his waist, easing the pressure on his knee. Bayani is happy to let John take over, so long as he doesn’t stop.
“I’m going to finish you off here, baby,” John warns as he bottoms out, impossibly deep. With John stirring up his guts and pounding his prostate, the man’s thick arms wrap around him. Instead of feeling confined, Bayani feels protected and safe.
“You ready for me, Bayani? You gotta come first, so I can too.”
John grabs hold of Bayani’s dick and pumps, once, twice, three times. Bayani howls out John’s name and the call breaks in a whine of ecstasy. Bayani is a shooting star of orgasmic bliss as pleasure spills from his core outward. Seeming to come from everywhere all at once, it’s the type of orgasm he seldom experiences, but always welcomes.
Bayani is still riding the wave of sensation when John groans so deeply, Bayani can feel the vibrations in his gut. John grows larger inside him, then floods Bayani’s insides with his warm release. Bayani tightens up around him, milking out the last of his orgasm. There is no pain or humiliation, and no lingering fear, just an airy buzz and happy flood of endorphins. He has been so hard on himself lately, on his body especially, and he vows to allow himself a little more grace.
When his head finally clears, he hears John whispering, “I love you,” over and over again like a spell. Bayani’s arms wrap tightly around his lover’s neck, and even as John softens inside him, Bayani doesn’t let him go.
15
JOHN
They take a shower afterward.Even though the stall is tight, John invites Bayani to join him because he doesn’t want to be apart from the boy for even a few minutes. After so many months of following the rules, John plans to break every one.
In between taking turns soaping each other up, they kiss and caress one another. John is obsessed with the boy’s tiny brown nipples and the way he moans for more whenever John brushes over them with his fingertips or his tongue. The fact that John is allowed to touch every inch of him to his heart’s content is a marvel to him still. He’ll never get enough of this heady sensation or the feel of Bayani’s skin against his rough hands. He’s already found the perfect fit, tucked into the underside of the boy’s ass cheeks. Bayani lifts onto his toes and sticks out his rear as an invitation for more. John can hardly believe the boy is his, that he can love and cherish him in both spiritual and physical ways. Their lovemaking nearly undid him, and every offering Bayani makes is a revelation. John’s never had a lover as expressive and in tune with his desires as the boy currently quivering under his touch.
“I want you,”Bayani signs, eyelashes wet and his pupils blown wide. Both of them are drunk on lust and greedy for more.
“Tomorrow,”John promises because he doesn’t want to wear the boy out.
Bayani’s lips turn downward and John kisses his pout away. After they’re both dried, teeth brushed, and with John’s bloody clothes soaking in the sink, John carries Bayani to bed and lays him down gently. There is a beauty mark on Bayani’s hip that he somehow missed before. John kisses him there and then his nipples, then the sensitive place just under his jaw and only the tip of his wet cock, which causes his young lover to groan in frustration. John’s mouth makes an odyssey of the boy’s skin, keeping Bayani on the edge of arousal for another hour or so, until, utterly exhausted, Bayani drops off into a deep slumber and John, still gazing at his precious boy, blissfully follows him there.
* * *
John wakes before Bayani.It’s late afternoon now and they’ll head to the airport in a few hours and hop on a flight, probably to someplace warm since winter is coming and neither of them like the cold. John plans to settle in the Philippines eventually, since Bayani’s grandmother is there and the cost of living is affordable. John will figure out a way to sell his building and use the profits to invest in another business venture. Until then, they’ll live off his savings.
They’ll build a life together.
John finds a nearby diner and orders takeout for the both of them. When he returns to the room, he finds Bayani still in bed, naked and playing with himself. Not at all subtle, the sheets are rumpled at the foot of the bed and Bayani’s legs are spread wide with two slender fingers buried deep inside him. It’s a hell of a sight to greet him, and John nearly drops the food containers right there in the doorway. He has to remind himself to shut his gaping trap.
“Good morning,”Bayani signs, fingertips glistening with lube.
“Morning,” John says hoarsely and deposits the food on the table, suddenly hungry for only one thing.
“I have a fantasy,”Bayani signs, right to the point.
“I’m listening,”John replies.
