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NOT HIM AGAIN CHAPTER FIVE
"Yeah...fuck me...FUCK me...that all you got? FUCK ME! BREED ME!"
Michael savagely ripped his cock from within the depths of the dude that he was busy giving a real service to, completely and totally right up inside his exhaust pipe, before he cunningly flipped the guy over, the latter dude, with a real surprise and a real lust for the powerful, ripped Michael Lancaster, the man growled excessively, his own hard cock standing erect so badly, it could nearly cut through a watermelon.
Michael was ruthless. He was relentless. This was a random fuck...nothing else...nothing more, and nothing less.
He wiped the sweat that was positively dripping from his forehead off, before he gave his steel hard eight incher a few strokes, licking his lips as he saw the beautiful, stunning, red ravaged hole of the dude that he was going to plunge his said fuck stick into at any given moment.
Michael grinned nastily, as he saw the guy roll his eyes backwards, in pure sexual relief and ecstasy, as he glided his cockhead over his hole...back and forth...back and forth, until he was pulling Michael's upper body to him...begging him to fill his ass up with everything that he had, his eyes telling the latter man everything he wanted to know...he wanted Michael's rock-hard organ inside his guts, and he wanted it NOW!
"JESUS! JESUS! Ahhhh fuck, you're fucking huge..."
Michael giggled with the utmost pride imaginable as the lord's name was called out in feeling of him urgently stuffing his man cock into the ass of the dude underneath him, what felt like the millionth time already that same afternoon. His dick was ripping shreds out of the dude's anus, and the poor guy obviously didn't know what had hit him.
Michael's muscled frame pounding his body, his sweat falling once more off his forehead and dripping onto his chest, Michael's steel hard eight inches...feeling every single one of those eight said inches infiltrate his ass like no man had ever done before. Michael leaned forward and pounded his pray, like a hungry lion cub waiting for its first piece of raw meat, my GOD, he was horny as hell.
His dick was in and out like a fucking yo-yo on steroids, his chest was heaving, and his breathing was coming out in rapid staccato spawns...but he never gave up. The dude below him reached upwards, as in in awe, and glided his hands all over Michael's six pack abs, squeezing the hard flesh and nipping gently at his brown coloured nipples, which made the latter man yelp like a werewolf in search of its mate.
Spreading open the bloke's legs ever further, Michael grunted as he packed the open hole even more with that big dick of his, until the rent boy was shaking and panting like a wet tea leaf in Springtime.
Michael was close to cumming, he definitely needed this...he kept drilling his dick into the forbidden forest, so to speak, before he withdrew his flaring cock, and grabbing the man forcefully, so that his mouth was literally forced over his leaking head...
"Suck it...suck it now...eat my fucking seed!" Michael forcefully grunted out loud for all the world to hear, as he stuck his dick deep inside the man's open gob, feeling the suction and the wetness and the sheer warmth of him coating his angry organ.
The bloke was sucking him off now at such an insane speed, profound choking sounds could be heard, but after recent events that happened in his own life...Michael couldn't care less.
He needed sex. He needed random, meaningless sex. As in big time.
"Fuck yeah...gonna cum...gonna fucking cum all over you..." he moaned at the top of his voice, which only made the dude suck even harder, his right cheek nearly embedded with the permanent print of Michael's hard dick by now, before he ripped his cock out of the warm mouth and released all the sappy ball goodness straight from the source and straight onto the man's lips.
The dude didn't waste any time or any of the sperm, for that matter, as he at that point started to vaguely resemble a hungry puppy dog, lapping up every bit of the saucy, salty protein that Michael had to give, reaching out with his fingers, everywhere you could see even a mingle of a string of loose sperm...it was picked up...it was scooped up and drained into his thirsty mouth...being a hearty guy who looked after himself and who ate more than correctly...
Michael Lancaster's cum was thick and oh so virile...as the dude smacked his lips in pure cummy cream heaven.
Michael's mind wasn't his own...the dude's mouth on his dick felt way too good.
Even after cumming, the willingness to carry on didn't go away, as he kept pounding the dude's mouth with everything, he still had left inside him...he could feel the dude's tongue enter his spent piss slit, in urgent need for more...more and more sperm.
"God...oh my God...Jesus...I love you...I love you Gavin..."
The man instantly stopped sucking...as he solemnly withdrew his mouth from Michael's cockhead, swallowing what little droplets of watery nectar there still was, before he looked up at the big, powerful stud of a man who had just near damn fed him breakfast, lunch and dinner with that heavy load...
"Uhm...Who's Gavin?"
Michael's eyes flew open...he blinked, before the sheer sad reality of the whole entire situation became crystal clear to him...just for a moment...just for a tad...he had forgotten where he was and who he was with...it happened again...it FUCKING happened again!
"Get out."
The dude frowned and reached upwards to caress Michael's neck, but before his skin could touch that of the latter, Michael caught him halfway, complete with his hard fist curled around the man's arm...really hurting him in the process.
"Didn't you hear me? I SAID, GET OUT!" he screamed, at the top of his voice, finally letting the guy go, who immediately scurried away a fair few feet away from Michael, and intently rubbing his arm as the pain reached fever pitch.
"Where am I supposed to fucking go? You brought me here! I don't have any money for an Uber, or nothing! You haven't fucking paid me yet!" the stranger yelled in a sheer level of anger...offended wasn't the word...he was damn right humiliated!
Michael's eyes flashed forward, and dangerously at that, before he reached over towards his jacket, thrown forgotten to the side when they had gotten started, still naked as the day he was born, his eight incher now having unfortunately shrunk somewhat...still impressive though...and he took out his wallet. He had about five hundred inside, to which he tossed towards the bloke with a nasty smile.
"There you go...now make like a good doggy and PISS OFF!"
The dude knelt towards the floor, scraping off the bills which Michael had so casually thrown towards him, more and more like the bitch he really was, before he spat onto the carpet and wiped his mouth.
"You fucking have issues, pal. Not even a hooker like me, would wanna hang out with a guy who calls out his ex's name when he spills his load! You're sick, man!"
Michael closed his eyes and counted to ten...that was literally all that he could do to stop him from not viciously attacking this...this person he had so casually picked up just half an hour ago from the train station, where he had been in desperate search for something...just anything...to take the pain away from losing Gavin...
...and in such a manner that in the THREE weeks that had passed, he still had nightmares over what had happened between them.
Michael sighed and looked around for his boxer shorts, which he had dumped at the foot of his bed when they started with the fuck session, angrily pulled it on, before he sighed and slumped to lie on his bed.
Tears were brimming out of the corners of his eyes...he had literally lost count over how many men he had in here ever since Gavin and after the events of that night...that horrible, horrible night when the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth were so cruelly revealed at last...
...that Gavin was his former childhood bully, and that Michael had known right from the start...
...until Gavin managed to put two and two together, he literally had no idea, because the Michael of today, was the complete and utter opposite of the boy that he had so mercilessly tormented over fourteen years ago...so much so, that Michael was taken out of school.
His entire childhood and what he knew for years, his school, his friends Lisi and Gemma...ripped from him, by the one bully kid who just simply would not stop being a jerk.
He wiped his face with his right hand...he literally could still smell the dude's ass on his fingers...
...with an almighty heave of his chest and throat, Michael stood up, his legs nearly buckling underneath him, and quickly chased towards the toilet as if his life depended on it...throwing himself at the toilet bowl and bawling out everything that he still had left inside his stomach.
Puking his guts out, the tears streamed across his face, and when the wreaks and sobs finally stopped, he slumped himself down on the bathroom floor.
Mere words couldn't describe how much he missed Gavin...before everything was shattered into a million little pieces, they had gotten on like a house on fire.
For a brief moment before the shit had hit the fan, he had wondered...he had dared to wonder and think about how it would have been if himself and Gavin could have been a real family...the two of them, raising Gavin's son Kyle together...as a family.
Michael closed his eyes and felt the dread coming over him. He remembered how good it felt to have Gavin hold him...kiss him...making him feel like he was the only person on this green Earth...an entire universe away from the boy who had scared him so much as a kid.
He was totally prepared to leave all of that behind...he was willing to forgive Gavin for everything...but clearly, there would always be THAT between them...even if things would have worked out. Gavin still hadn't forgiven himself for Kyle's mother dying in childbirth all those years ago...how was he going to cope with the fact that he would be dating a man whose life he had once totally and utterly destroyed?
He loved Gavin. There was no reason in hiding that fact anymore...the look inside his eyes whenever they were near each other more than confirmed it.
Michael sighed...knowing he had GOT to get rid of this slump that he was in before it completely broke him...and fast.
Otherwise, all of this, might finally be the straw that breaks the camel's back, in more ways than one.
The only question was...
...how the fuck was he supposed to carry on...without the man he loved?
**
Five a clock.
Finally.
Michael drank the last of his coffee before throwing away the takeaway cup inside his rubbish bin, and putting on his jacket, ready to leave the office.
For the umpteenth time in recent weeks, he felt that he had totally wasted his time in even bothering coming into work. He was at this moment, not in the mood to be anywhere...let alone coming up for new ideas for new Nintendo Switch video games.
Alas...that was what paid his bills and made sure that he had a luxury house. Sighing once more, he switched off the lights inside his office, and dragged his ass all the way outside towards the parking lot. As he came closer to his car, he heard his cell phone ring...
Taking it out, and checking the number, it was one that he didn't recognise, so he rejected the call. He unlocked his car, placed his belonging inside the passenger seat, before he got in at the other side. Switching his car on and getting the gears into neutral, his phone rang one more time.
Irritated and tired as hell by now, he took the phone out, and saw that it was the exact same number that had been calling before. He rejected the call again, before driving out of the parking lot, in a real, genuine hurry to get home. At least there was beers ready and waiting in the fridge. And lots of it. Which he desperately needed right now.
When he had reached the first stop sign in coming out of the parking lot...again...his phone flashed brightly, before another call from the same number was coming through.
"What the fuck? Jesus!" he groaned and picked up the phone, and finally answering just to get the nuisance off his back.
"What the hell do you want? Who the fuck is this?" he thundered into the phone, concentrating on driving home with one hand securely on the steering wheel.
"Mister Michael?"
God...
Can it be?
Michael swallowed...very slowly as those mere two words seemed to pierce through his brain.
There was only two people in the entire world who called him that...Mister Michael...and only one of them had the voice of a child.
Michael stepped his foot on the breaks so fast that he nearly lost control of his car. A pack of vehicles behind him lambasted him for stopping in the middle of the road, with several hoots and angry jeers raving towards him, but Michael didn't care one little bit.
When it was finally safe to do so, he grabbed his phone and held it very tightly to his ear.
"Kyle? Kyle, is that you?"
There was total silence on the other end for a few seconds, but the level of breathing that he was able to hear eventually, motivated him to try again.
"Kyle? Are you still there? Look buddy, I'm really sorry I spoke to you like that...I just had a hard day...okay? I'm really sorry. Is there a reason why you called me?"
A faint whiff of a gasp could be heard on the other end, before Kyle's voice...small, meek and mild as usual, almost broke his heart...
"Dad...Dad is really sick, Mister Michael..."
Michael's blood froze...he tried his very best to stay calm, even only for Kyle's sake, before he swallowed and spoke clearly...
"What is wrong, Kyle? Is your father okay? Where are you now?"
A sniff could now be heard, and Michael's face lost the last of the colour it had possessed...
"The doctor...the doctor thinks it might be COVID..."
Jesus. Jesus Christ!
Michael took a few deep breaths of his own, before a determined expression on his face took over his complete and utter persona...he needed to find out where they were...and fast.
"Kyle, are you guys at the hospital right now? Or still at the caravan park?"
And if it wasn't blatantly clear before, it sure was now...
Kyle had probably tried his best to stay strong for his dad's sake or maybe it was the fact that his pre-teen little heart didn't wanna look weak in front of Michael, but his sobs now was there for all to hear...
...and that sound...that vicious, heart-breaking sound of a child crying...it nearly BROKE him.
"They've taken him...yes...he's at the hospital. They said I can't go with him because I could have it too. I dunno what to do, Mister Michael...I'm sorry! I didn't know who else to call!"
That was all Michael could do not to burst out in tears of his own, swallowing his own pent-up saliva down several times, and by so doing, catching a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror above his head.
Stay strong, Mikey...you have to be strong...for Kyle...there is a reason he called YOU of all people...
"I'll be there in ten minutes. You wait for me outside," he ordered sternly, not bothering in waiting for a reply, before he restarted his car and drive towards the caravan park.
Gavin...holy mother of God...could it really be COVID? Of all things?
He knew the disease was still going around but fucking hell...Gavin was a healthy young man as far as he knew...I mean, he worked out, he ate decently and he generally looked after himself, apart from the occasional cigarette.
Michael closed his eyes in sheer horror, as images of himself, when he also had contracted the devastating illness way back in 2020 when it first so rapidly flew through the entire world with any sort of borders, but apart from a severe headache and what felt like bedsores over the course of a few days, he was absolutely fine.
If Gavin had to be taken into hospital with this...there had to be something really, really wrong.
"Please let him be okay...just let him be okay..." he whispered...to anyone Upstairs who might be listening...as he drove as quickly as he could on to his destination.
**
The boy did as he was told.
The soonest as Michael was able to get to the caravan park, he immediately saw the thirteen-year-old...normally, upbeat, smiling pre-teenager get up from where he was waiting and his heart broke as he saw him making a fast bee line towards his car.
He parked as fast as he could, before he got out and grabbed Kyle as he literally ran into him, as the two of them held each other as if their lives depended on it. Vicious sobs and horrid wrecks of tears were quite literally pouring out of the young boy, as he completely and utterly drowned his face inside Michael's chest.
With all the deaths and suffering linked to this damn virus, no fucking wonder the poor little guy was scared as hell that his dad wasn't going to be okay.
"Ssssh...it's gonna be okay...yeah? Don't you worry, your dad is a real fighter! He'll be back home before you even know it, you'll see!" he whispered to Kyle, who finally released himself from Michael's grasp, wiping away his tears in the process.
Once more...he had to remember that Kyle was not only Gavin's son...he was also Lisi's child. He was literally the spitting image of his mother. Boy...if only she was still here...if only he could talk to his former best friend one more time. Sigh.
Kyle looked up to him with eyes that vaguely resembled that of a minion.
"I'm sorry I called you, Mister Michael, I really am! It's just when they came to fetch him, they said that I could do with him because if it was COVID then I could have it too...I just didn't know what else to do!" Kyle literally repeated what he had said earlier, much like rehearsed robot, his lips quivering with every word, so much so, that Michael reached out and grabbed his hand, and held it tightly within his very own.
He knelt down on his knees, so that he was eye-to-eye with the young boy.
"Kyle, I need you to think for me, okay? I need you to remember exactly what the doctor had said."
Kyle closed his eyes and looked upwards into the late afternoon sun, as if he was really trying his hardest to remember and help his dad, before he nodded to no one in particular, and looked downwards at Michael.
"I called the doctor this morning, when Dad was really looking bad, and he did come over. Dad was feeling really weird, he was mumbling and saying all sorta things that didn't make sense. He was really tired, too, and he was like, burning up...he could hardly stand up. The doctor said to watch him, and if he wasn't better by like, four a clock, to call him again, so I did. He then called an ambulance, and they came and took him away. I'm so scared, Mister Michael! What if...what if my dad dies! What's gonna happen to me then?"
That was it...Michael had tried his hardest to stay strong for Kyle's sake, but with that monologue, coming out of the deepest, darkest despair of a thirteen-year-old boy's heart, was way too much to bare. He forced himself to will his own emotions and his own tears away, before he stood up and grabbed his cell phone from inside his jacket.
Fuck...if Gavin really had COVID, then there wasn't much that he could do...they obviously wouldn't allow Kyle to see him, let alone Michael himself.
There had to be something he could do.
He could phone the hospital at least and find out which ward Gavin was in. Anything!
He had to!
Fuck...if Gavin dies...Jesus Christ...if he dies, and he didn't get the opportunity to tell him how sorry he was for deceiving him...
He'll never be able to live with himself!
**
Four days had passed ever since that horrible afternoon, and things had just seemed to become worse and worse since then.
After the tests came back, Gavin was indeed confirmed to have COVID, and where he had tried his hardest to fight the infection, on the second day of being admitted to the hospital, his left lung had partially collapsed due to the fucking virus wreaking havoc inside his body, and Gavin being a smoker, didn't really help either.
It was still touch and go, but luckily, they had Kyle enter the room eventually, whilst still maintaining his official two-meter distance from his father, complete with the entire medical gear that medical staff wore around COVID patients.
Both Kyle and of course Michael had to be tested for COVID as well, and thank God, both their tests came back negative.
Kyle even told his father that "Mister Michael" was also there, and that he was now staying with him, while Gavin was in hospital...but according to Kyle, Gavin didn't have the energy or the strength to actually talk to him.
Day after day, Michael did his duty towards Kyle and towards Lisi, he felt, and brought him in to see his father like clockwork. He never went in to see Gavin himself...he wasn't sure how he would react to actually seeing him face-to-face...Gavin was currently a shadow of his former self...
Michael closed his eyes once more and prayed to ANYONE up there who would fucking are to listen...just let him be okay...please!
Gradually as the days followed, the virus started to disintegrate its path through Gavin's body, and by the end of the week, the tests showed that he no longer had the virus in his system, and therefore he was no longer a danger to anyone else, however...COVID had left it's mark on Gavin Connolly...it was going to be a long and hard way back before he would be, who he was before.
After nearly two weeks, after he had first been admitted to the hospital, Kyle came out of the ward one afternoon, and Michael, who had been reading an article about the new Pokemon Scarlet and Violet games coming out the following day, as always lit up when he saw the boy.
"How's he doing today?" he asked, reaching over and ruffling the boy's hair for good measure.
Just the look on Kyle's face alone told him that Gavin was doing a whole lot better. The energy and the lust for life on the thirteen-year old's face was more than glaringly obvious.
"He's awake and his talking and everything! And, he wants to see you!"
Michael froze. He carefully placed down his phone onto the couch he was sitting on, before he looked questioningly up at Kyle. It was as if he was not believing what his own ears were hearing.
"How does he know I'm here?"
Kyle rolled his eyes in a typical pre-teen boy manner, before he cheekily grabbed Michael's phone and opened a random game on it, before he smiled...
"I told him, duh! Each and every day that you are here! And now, he wants to see you! Can I play Raid Shadow Legends?"
Michael snickered whilst his eye caught that of the room that he knew Gavin was laying in...he had been so scared...so nervous, so completely and utterly mortified that he wouldn't get a chance to ever speak to Gavin again...and now this.
How it haunted him during the night when he could forget about falling asleep...waiting for that terrible phone call that he was always avoiding and DREADING...the one that would say that Gavin had passed away from this sickening virus...
...and yet, Gavin had made it. He fought back. He held on.
And now...Jesus...he wanted to see him.
Michael giggled as he saw that whilst he was in thought, Kyle had been watching him this whole entire time, complete with his eyes raised and still with Michael's expensive iPhone lodged inside his hands, ready to launch the mobile game that he so desperately wanted to play.
"Of course, buddy, go nuts!" he replied, before he saw Kyle made himself comfortable...he took a huge breath, before he slowly started to walk towards Gavin's hospital room.
**
"Mikey..."
Michael smiled as he heard Gavin murmur his name, before he actually was fully stepped in, inside the room.
As he turned around and finally came face to face with the man, he loved more than life itself, he had to make sure his face didn't show anything that could upset him...because clearly Gavin Connolly hadn't seen a mirror in a while.
The virus might have been out of his body, but there was still a constant reminder of what he had gone through...before he had gotten COVID, Gavin was a strong, muscled young man...virile and active, always on the jokes and always ready for mischief, one of the few traits that he hadn't lost since they were in school all those years ago.
Michael held his nerve...Gavin must have lost at least over ten kilograms in weight...if not more. His face was so tiny, it quite literally resembled that of a child...his arms were slumped completely against the crisp, white sheets of the bed, his chest was heaving up and down at a steady place, and he still wore his oxygen mask, which he slowly reached up, and took off, when Michael came close.
"Hey...hey you..." Gavin whispered softly as his eyes softened, and a smile was slowly starting to form at the corners of his mouth.
The tears were out of his eyes before Michael could stop them...he grabbed a chair and sat down next to Gavin, before taking both of his hands inside his very own. He leaned down, and gently, slowly, as if not to hurt the man, he kissed both of Gavin's hands...before he sniffed and looked at the love of his life...
"Don't you ever...EVER... fucking do that to me again! You hear! I almost fucking lost you!" Michael croaked, his emotions getting the better of him, before he completely broke down.
Gavin allowed Michael to get it all out, or rather, majority of it, before Michael shuddered as he felt Gavin's pale white hand caress his hair...ever so slightly.
"Didn't think you cared..." Gavin said...but his eyes told Michael that he was totally kidding, and therefore the latter giving him a slight shove for his troubles.
"You just focus on getting better right now, okay? You need to fucking beat this! I...I mean, Kyle can't lose his dad now, can he?"
Gavin sighed and coughed, before he laid back into the soft cushions that the hospital bed provided.
"He told me that you took him in when all of this shit happened...I dunno how the fuck to ever thank you, man...the last time we spoke...things didn't go down that well, did they?"
Michael nodded and leaned upwards, stretching his entire body as far as if could, taking a quick look around to see if there were any nosy nurses in the immediate vicinity, before he placed his lips softly onto Gavin's.
A vague noise from inside the latter man's throat made Michael smile, as he deepened the kiss, doing most of the work, as Gavin still was way to weak for anything this major. He softly chewed on the man's bottom lip, before he nudged his nose against Gavin's.
"I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry..." he whispered, before he sat back in his chair...still not breaking eye contact with Gavin.
He knew he had to get this out...before he completely and utter lost his nerve.
"I guess I should finally start telling the truth. For once in my fucking life. That day you turned up at my house, before I knew who you were...I just wanted to get you into bed, to be honest...you were literally the hottest man I had ever seen in my entire life..."
"...surely not now anymore right?" Gavin giggled, signalling to his extremely skinny body...absolutely ravaged by COVID-19 over these last few weeks.
Michael smiled...and shook his head in the negative.
"I just...when you told me your name...and I realised who you were...yes. Yes, I admit it. I wanted to hurt you. I wanted to get you back for all those years. I wanted my revenge. And I knew you wouldn't recognise me for shit...but Gavin...the last thing I ever expected was to get feelings for you. Feelings so strong, and so fucking powerful that it DWARFED what you did when we were kids. Gavin...when I said I love you... I meant it. I still do!"
Gavin took a deep breath, and Michael's spirit broke when he saw how the latter struggled in just trying to intake some much needed oxygen, before he relaxed once more and took Michael's hand inside his own.
"Mikey...I can call you that now, can't I?"
Michael nodded...looking at Gavin with nothing but love inside his eyes.
Gavin coughed once more...before he gently carried on...
"Back then, I know now, and I can remember how I made your life absolutely hell...and for that, I'm truly sorry. I can't speak for Rowan...quite frankly I want nothing to do with him. After Lisi died...it was like he forgot I ever existed."
Michael nodded and looked down at his shoes.
"That Tyron Minords boy who I caught bulling Kyle...I mean, that last name is not common at all..."
Gavin nodded, his face as white as snow.
"That's his son, yes. I probably deserve this...having bullied you that much back then and now my own son is getting owned by his. Dude...you look nothing like your younger self, you know that, right? I just...I still can't get over that you're little Mikey Lancaster..."
Gavin swallowed, before he pursed his lips...
"I'm so crazy ass in love with you, I can't even explain it...and I kinda think you feel the same...so, I mean...if you're willing to give this another go...?"
Michael smiled happily and jumped up, before he took both of Gavin's cheeks inside the palms of his hands and laid another earth-shattering kiss on the bedridden former bully...the latter melting in his arms as he did so.
"Move in with me...both you and Kyle...please...stay with me..." Michael whispered as they released the kiss, both men doing nothing but staring in the eyes of the other.
"Move in with...wait, are you sure about this?" Gavin asked back, his right hand reaching out slowly as he cupped Michael's chin lovingly inside his fingers.
Michael nodded and kissed Gavin one more time.
"Dude...we lost two weeks...and another three before that! I don't wanna lose any more time. This is us...this is our chance to be happy. And I know Kyle would love to have that pool at his disposal every single day..."
Gavin giggled and pulled Michael downwards to him, leaning their forehead together, breathing and living inside each other's presence and air...before he snickered...
"What's wrong now?" Michael asked, a frown etched on his face.
"Nothing...it's just...you might wanna rethink that offer, dude...do you have ANY idea how much a thirteen-year-old boy eats?"
Michael shot his man an irritated look, before he shoved him.
"I thought you were feeling ill again, you idiot!" he teased as he pretended to scowl, very much like someone of Kyle's age.
Gavin sighed happily, before he placed both of his hands behind his neck, looking at his boyfriend...dreamily content.
"I am feeling something though...I haven't jerked off in two and a half weeks..."
Michael's eyes widened, before they flickered towards the door of the room, outside at the windows, before they fluttered back to his boyfriend.
"No...no we can't!" he whispered, his heart suddenly beating at the rate, equalling that of a garden mouse.
"Come on! I'm horny as hell!" Gavin said, his voice cackling with laughter.
Michael blinked...he couldn't believe that he was actually considering doing this...he wanted to...oh boy, did he want to, but here? Right here?
A wicked as hell idea suddenly and surprisingly sprouted in the back of his mind, before he winked at Gavin...
"Wait right here," he said, before he quickly dashed out of the room.
**
"All sorted. I can't wait to taste you, you fucking sexy bastard..."
Gavin shot up, his face turning towards the now closed blinds that was covering the room's window, as well as the door that was now closed shut behind Michael.
"What are you doing? What's going on?" Gavin asked, confusion written all over his pale features.
Michael smirked at the latter, before he licked his lips.
"Well...you said you were horny...so we're gonna have to do something about that," he replied, his eyes sparkling as he did so.
Gavin gasped...and pulled the duvet closer to his chest for good measure...as if he was ashamed all of a sudden.
"Dude! You mean...no, I didn't think...Mikey, I was kidding around! Come on, we totally can't get away with this!" he giggled, his eyes full of a mixture between mischief and nervousness.
Michael walked up to Gavin, and he grabbed the back of his head...
"You might have been kidding...I sure as hell wasn't..." he whispered before he kissed Gavin with all the passion and all the pent-up emotion that the last five and a half week had brought onto them.
Even in Gavin's much dishevelled state, he was more than capable of giving his man a mean old kiss, but it was when Michael's hand travelled down to his groin, that he instantly tensed up...
"Mikey...Jesus...wait..." he murmured, his eyes and his feelings all over the place.
Michael withdrew his hand from Gavin's cock...before he kissed his forehead.
"It's okay...you've just recovered from this fucking virus, it was a silly idea anyway..."
Gavin immediately shook his head in the negative connotation, as if to say...hell no.
"It's not that...it's just..."
Gavin sighed, before turning his entire body towards Michael, his eyes starting to redden up, just a tad.
"I...uhm...I really don't know how to fucking say this...I...I haven't had...sex...since...well, since Lisi..."
Michael's eyes were as huge as saucers, his heart was pounding...what?
"That's...that's not possible. I mean...have you seen, you?"
Gavin smiled, but only for a second or two, before he took Michael's hand inside his own.
"I'm really not Mikey...I'm being totally honest here. After Lisi died, I had THAT hanging over my head, and I had to cope with being a fifteen-year-old dad...there really wasn't time for anything else...or with anyone. Most teenage girls are seriously put off you when they find out you have a baby. For obvious reasons. And I never...had the guts...to be honest, to go with it with another guy. I was always so fucking guarded against what people would think...what Kyle would think if his dad was dating a man..."
Gavin coughed hoarsely once more, before he pulled Michael closer.
"We've known each other ever since we were kids. And if we can get past...all that I was...maybe it was destiny that I had to wait to have you back in my life."
Michael nodded...there weren't any words...he couldn't fucking speak or get any sounds out, even if he tried...none were needed...
...and his fingers curled around Gavin's dick once more...
"Dude..." Gavin hissed.
"Close your eyes..." Michael whispered back.
**
Michael cheekily reached inside the loose hospital gown...never taking his eyes off Gavin, until he had the full scale of Gavin's adult dick inside his right hand.
"Mikey, I swear...you really don't have to do this..."
Michael giggled and twisted his fist around the rapidly hardening cock...and Jesus Christ...he knew he was eight inches, loud and proud, what from what he could feel, Gavin wasn't that far behind, at all.
"Will you chill the fuck out? I asked Kyle to watch the door and to knock three times if anyone wants to come in here. I told him me and you needed to discuss you guys moving in with me...he's excited as hell, believe me...so we have a few minutes. I really wanna do this. I love you, Gavin. I fucking love you. Let me do this."
Gavin's eyes rolled back into his skull as Michael eagerly as he could, his lips literally drooling by this time, lifted up the gown, which totally exposed Gavin's groin area to his appreciative eyes.
"Man...that thing is a beauty..." Michael hissed, as he once more curled his fist around that hard phallus, making Gavin yelp in the process.
Michael watched in awe as the thick foreskin was slowly taken away from Gavin's cockhead, leaving the army mushroom shaped head totally exposed...before he leaned in and softly blew onto the raw blob of skin.
Gavin lunged his dick upwards the warm breeze of Michael's breath tickled his steel hard organ to the point where his balls were actually tingling with sexual pressure as well as desire. Michael couldn't hold his own lust in anymore...that thing looked good enough to eat.
And so, he did.
"Oh my godddd...Mikey..." Gavin croaked out of his already tired demeanour as he felt his seven inch rock hard phallus being enveloped inside of Michael's warm and wet goblet of fire...and what was the first time in nearly thirteen long years.
Michael's taste buds were having an absolute field day as he started to suck that piece of well-done meat more and more intently, fascinated by the flavour and the taste of the pure pre cummy goodness that was by now, positively streaming out of that flaring piss slit...he had swallowed some big cocks in his time, and Gavin's was absolutely no exception. He knew what he was doing...and by then, do did Gavin.
The fruity spices and blends were like manna to Michael's lips and tongue, he had rarely blown a dick that was leaking this much...and he wasn't about to complain in the slightest.
Gavin wanted to reach down with his arms and grab hold of Michael's head so damn much...but his body was still too tired...his dick felt like it was covered in fucking lava from Krakatoa...his balls were jingling underneath that big organ...with Mario and Luigi having the fucking time of their lives.
Michael sensed that Gavin was already close to cumming...after all five weeks without blowing your load was a punishment enough for a healthy twenty-something male.
He doubled his efforts, swirling his tongue and his throat muscles around the head of the penis with every gusto that he had in him, he fucking vacuumed that thing until his pallet was actually hurting, finally releasing the seven-inch fuck machine and jerking it off mid thought...
"When we get home...I wanna totally have this thing up my ass..."
That was it.
Poor Gavin couldn't take any more.
With a desperate, raw gasp from deep inside his COVID ravaged chest, he fell back against the bed's mattress, his penis spurting wave, after wave, after more waves of potent white bro-tein just about everywhere you fucking looked.
Michael giggled as he quickly looked back towards the door, so see if anyone was close, before he laughingly, tried his best to get every bit of spent sperm that would have gone to waste, into his mouth...what he was expecting it to taste like, God only knew...but he LOVED it. Jesus...a real mixture of metallic aftertaste as well as an acute sweetness that was JUST right...
...like a hungry puppy dog chasing a yummy bone, he lapped up several spilled droplets of cum where ever he had managed to spot them...and he hopelessly rolled his eyes as he saw that the duvet cover of the bedding was absolutely wasted with yummy warm wetness.
"You're going to have to pay for that..." Michael giggled before he manoeuvred his body over to the man, he loved with all his heart.
"You...fucking smell...you fucking smell like cum, dude..." Gavin smiled faintly as he tried to get his breath back, before he sighed with happiness, as Michael carefully hugged his tired, expired body close to his own.
"I love you...you fucking hear me, you big, beautiful idiot?' Gavin continued...holding on to Michael as if he was afraid he would disappear into a different dimension, if he did not.
Once more, Michael was unable to speak...he couldn't believe what they had both gone through from the time when they were kids...to where they were now.
This man...bullied him towards an inch of his sanity fourteen incredible years ago...
...and look at them now!
Just look at them!
Right then and there, Michael felt as if he was on top of the world. As if nothing or no one could ever...EVER come between them.
How could anyone break them? How would anyone even dare?
When their bond was as strong as this?
**
Rowan Minords snorted out loud.
She was late.
As always.
His eyes fluttered briefly towards the old school picture of their seventh-grade class an insane fourteen years ago, the same picture that was always so neatly placed between all the others on her mantel piece like some sort of winning trophy.
He shook his head...once more not believing that has actually been roped into all of this.
And for what?
Simple answer to a simple question actually...gambling debts and having multiple people threaten to end your life and to harm your son, if you didn't pay them...that would make anyone go to desperate lengths to stop.
"There you are! And right on time!"
As if...
Rowan turned around miserably, as his eyes fell on the, still, after all these years, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life.
Even after everything they had been through, he always had harboured somewhat of a soft spot for this stunning woman in front of him.
"Did you bring it? What I asked for?" she asked, her eyes tilting upwards, as if she was a queen and she was merely talking to one of her many servants.
Rowan grimaced and handed the woman the file that he was holding in his hand all this time.
The lady opened said file, took out its contents, and smiled happily, most satisfied indeed, before she replaced everything back as it was before.
"Everything seems to be in order. We're gonna hit him right where it hurts!" she said, before taking a sip of champagne, as if to celebrate an achievement.
"Yeah, yeah whatever...my money?" Rowan asked, his deep voice raised just a tad.
The lady mere smiled, before she picked up her phone, and quickly doing an internet transfer of funds, right into his account.
"Oh Rowan...you still don't trust me? After all these years? That really hurts..." she softly said, sitting down on the chair beside her, looking up straight at him.
Rowan once more snorted his reply to that sentence...
"Please, cut the crap! You wanted to teach Gavin Connolly a lesson. You want revenge for something that happened yonks ago! You roped me into this like some...some pathetic waste of space!"
The lady's smile lessened.
Instantly.
"If the shoe fits..." she coldly replied.
"Fuck you. Okay? FUCK YOU! This was the last time I'm helping you out with anything. If you wanna destroy Gavin, you be my guest. Just leave me and my son alone!" Rowan thundered, his face as red, as red could be.
The lady stood up, and carefully walked towards him, stopping just as their noses were about to straight up collide...right into his personal space...
"I'll leave your son alone...if you give me back mine..." she hissed, all bouts of friendliness now seemingly gone out of the window.
Rowan retreated a little, his eyes all over the place, before he seemed to regain some of his previous bravado...
"I'm telling you now...I'm fucking warning you, if Gavin finds out you're still alive...if he ever knew the truth..."
"Then what? What will he do? He hasn't got a penny to his name, I made sure of that! He probably still thinks the pandemic cost him his miserable job! And I'll tell you something else for good measure...I WILL get my son back! If it's the last thing I ever do!"
The lady turned around and walked towards a mirror that was hanging above the fireplace...and within seconds, she sneakily winked at her reflection.
"What Lisi wants...Lisi gets...always," she whispered.
THANKS FOR READING!
OMG! Lisi is alive! Gavin is innocent! Who saw that coming!?
And she clearly wants to destroy Gavin...what exactly happened at that party all those years ago??
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