STORY EXCERPT

Sean and Dylan had dinner and watched TV. Then Sean worked on his laptop and Dylan played with his new tablet. When it was time for bed, Dylan retreated to a guest bedroom and Sean went to his bed. For some reason, Sean left a light on and it took him a while to get to sleep. He had a nightmare of the accident, which woke him up. Unable to go back to sleep, he used a crutch to go to the kitchen and ate some cold leftovers from dinner. He turned the TV on to some old movie he had no interest in.

As his eyes were closing, he heard yelling from Dylan’s room. He muted the TV and listened and heard more yelling. He inched his way to Dylan’s room and turned on a light.

“Dylan, are you having a bad dream? Wake up.” He called and called Dylan’s name before he woke and sat up. He sucked for air.

“Yeah, I’m awake.”

“Bad dream?”

“Yes. Sorry to wake you.”

“I had trouble sleeping. I was awake in the living room. Can I do anything for you? Do you want to talk about it?”

“My hand hurts. I need pain pills.” Dylan got out of bed and they walked to the kitchen where Dylan’s over the counter pills were. The doctor said that since Dylan was a recovered addict he wouldn’t prescribe pain pills. They sat on the couch and talked.

 “I’ve had that dream before,” Dylan said. “Six months ago, five guys woke me as I slept under the bridge by Fourth Street. They jumped me, ripped my pants down. One got on each leg and arm. The fifth guy was ready to rape me. I fought but couldn’t free myself, but I yelled for all I was worth. My friend TJ saved me. He knocked two of the guys off me and between the two of us we kicked all of their asses. The dream was real, just like it happened.”

“They really tried to rape you?”

“Yeah, they said I was cute looking and it was a case of any port in the storm. That happens in the military, prisons, homeless populations. Guys who are normally straight will take a smaller man or a fem one. But we kicked their asses.” Neither spoke for a moment. Then Dylan said, “Tomorrow, I want to find TJ. He’s been a good friend. He can fight. Big man, six-foot-four, dark Black skin, over two hundred sixty pounds. Lost his wife, got into booze and meth. Lost his job, came to live on the streets.”

“I admit I’ve never known any street people,” Sean said.

“There are all kinds. People like TJ and me. We had good lives and pissed them away. TJ quit booze and drugs on his own. Takes guts and commitment. I had to go through a program, but we’re both clean and sober. I never had an issue with alcohol.”

“I’ve had a good life. Good family, good schools. This accident is the worst thing to ever happen.”

“You’re lucky. Well, I think I can go back to sleep now. This home is far better than living under a bridge.”

Dylan watched that Sean got back to bed okay and left.

At three a.m., Sean heard yelling. He used the crutch to limp to Dylan’s room to find him sitting up in bed. “Hey, another bad dream?” Dylan nodded. “Can I do anything for you?”

Dylan let out a crooked grin. “Take me out and shoot me?”

Sean hunched. “Okay. I do have a few handguns here. Do you have a particular caliber for me to use?” He sat on Dylan’s bed and held his hand. “Do you want to talk about the dream?”

“I dreamt I was trying to save a guy in a car fire and then the scene changed and I was engulfed in a huge building that was all flames. I was so scared.” He looked at Sean’s hand. “Thank you for caring for me.”

“Duh, you saved my life.” He stood, stealing a look at Dylan’s sexy purple briefs. “Come with me.” He walked Dylan into his bedroom and the attached bathroom. “Take a long and hot shower. It will help reset your brain.”

Dylan exited the bathroom with a towel around his waist. “My briefs were wet from sweat.” He started for his room, but Sean led him to his bed, stealing a look at his sexy body.

“This is a California-King. Plenty of room. I bet you’ll sleep better now.”

Dylan’s sucked his lips between his teeth and nodded. He climbed into bed, removing the towel the last moment. Sean slept in boxers although he wore briefs during the day. He turned the light out and listened for twenty minutes to ensure Dylan didn’t go right into nightmare mode.

ADULT EXCERPT

They made their way to the bedroom. Dylan helped Sean undress then he got naked. Sean stared at the pink briefs and grinned. “You have such a sexy body. You’re a real hottie.”

“It’ll get better when I start working out. I want to heal and see your exercise equipment in the basement. How long can I live here?”

Sean got on the bed, on his back, and pulled Dylan on top of him. “You can live here as long as you want. If we get along, forever. Maybe we’ll marry someday.” He smiled and kissed Dylan. “I love the weight of a man on top of me. I’ve always loved younger and smaller men. Smooth men. And you fit all those categories. You’re intelligent and so sexy.”

“What do you want to do? I need to nut pretty quick.”

Sean sighed. “Normally, I’d put you on your back, kneel, and fuck you so I can see you. For now, with my leg in the cast, I think I’ll put you on your side and do you from behind.”

“I prefer to take it from behind. I just love that position. Bend over a bed or table, doggie, face down. Love it from behind.”

Sean donned a rubber and lubed it and Dylan’s ass.

Dylan grabbed Sean’s dick. “I’ve never seen one this big before. It is over eight inches, closer to nine.”

Sean grinned. “I am blessed.” He put Dylan on his side and crawled behind him. Sean slipped a finger in Dylan’s ass and said, “Oh, you have a tight ass.”

“Yeah. Always has been. Not sure you can get your huge monster-cock in me.”

Sean worked one finger in then added a second. Dylan moaned. When he tried to get a third finger in Dylan objected. “Hurts.”

Sean pulled his fingers out and pressed the head of his dick at Dylan’s ass. He pushed ever so gently. “Breath, relax. You want this, right? Once it’s in, you’ll be so happy.”

“I know. I want it. It’s been far too long. I’m never going back to the streets again. You’re saving my life, Sean, and I love you for that.”

Sean’s heart and chest filled with emotion. His new boyfriend just said he loved him. Maybe just for helping him get off the streets, but it had to be a great beginning. He pushed a bit more, waited, and pushed more. He knew his cock was about to make entry.

Dylan moaned. “It hurts but hurts so good. I love it. Give it to me, Sean.”

Sean pushed more and rubbed his hands through Dylan’s long, light brown hair with light curls. He kissed the back of his neck and pushed more. The head of his dick slipped in. Damn, Dylan’s ass was so fucking tight it almost made Sean come right then.

Dylan said, “Okay, gee, it hurts. Don’t move. It’s like the first time I got fucked. I need to adapt.”

Sean wrapped on arm over Dylan. “Be still. Relax. Take deep breathes. I love being in you. Your ass is so fucking tight. I’ve never had anyone with such a tight back door.”

After a full minute, Dylan said, “You can go in more. Take it easy. I need to stroke my dick. I need to come, I’m so fired up.”

Sean reached over and stroked Dylan’s dick. It was a decent size but smaller than Sean’s. He slipped his cock deeper into Dylan, who moaned in pleasure.

“If you keep stroking my dick, I’m gonna come.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure you’re good for a second round.”

Dylan laughed. “My record is six times in six hours. He was so sexy. An ass otherwise, but great in bed. Fuck me, Sean.” His voice rose.

Sean pumped away and kept stroking Dylan’s dick.

“Close. Gonna make a mess.”

Sean reached to the bookcase headboard and handed a small towel to him and fisted Dylan’s cock as he kept pumping slowly. Dylan moaned loud and Sean felt cum on his hand. He kept fisting.

Dylan grabbed his hand. “Okay, stop. Too sensitive now.” He raised the towel. “I come a lot.”

Sean stared. “Dude, there a small ocean there. I love cum.” He took the towel and rubbed it into his face.

“Fuck me, Sean. Come in me, please. I love it. I need it. I love a cock in my ass.”

Sean stroked with an increasing tempo. He usually had good staying power but it had been so long and Dylan’s ass was the tightest he ever had. He hugged Dylan with his top arm and fucked hard, hoping he wasn’t ripping his ass to make it bleed. He kissed the back of his neck and cheek when Dylan craned his head around and smiled.