Welcome back to "Old Flame(s)" -- a tale of Wyatt, a paramedic in the PNW, travelling home for his brother's wedding. Follow along with this story of reconnection in the summer heat of the South.
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Chapter 4
"That's sacrilege." Casey said. Thinly veiled judgement filled his voice. "Utter blasphemy."
"It's a steak. Not Jesus gagged and bound to the cross."
"Yeah, but it looks like leather."
"No more than yours looks like a crime scene." I continued cutting my last bite. "What's your point?"
We'd spent the last couple of daylight lounging by the pool and drinking a few beers before firing up Casey's grill for dinner. Which had inevitably led to the usual line of jokes and criticisms of my steak preferences. I liked my meat cooked thoroughly, and that wasn't an issue in my eyes. Living in the minority had gotten me used to the inevitable comments though, and it's not like I wanted it burnt to a crisp. That was my mom.
"It's damn disrespectful." Casey continued.
I laid down my fork and knife and propped my elbows on the island counter. "No, it's not. Disrespectful would be me ordering wagyu beef well done; I would consider that more sacrilegious and blasphemous than this piece of meat."
"I personally cut that piece of meat, motherfucker, so you watch your mouth." He took a swig of beer and wiped his mouth.
"Going to a dude ranch doesn't count as butchering any more than me noticing beautiful women counts as being straight."
"Damn you've gotten meaner." Casey said, giving my shoulder playful shove.
"Nah. You just bring out the worst in me." I replied, returning his push with a slap on his bare ass and a wink. "Come on. Let's get this cleaned up."
I took the dishes while Casey walked outside to handle the grill. Ten minutes later, while I was busy loading the dishwasher, I heard the patio door open, and Casey come back inside.
"That's going to feel good in the morning."
"What is?" I asked as I closed the door and hit the start button.
"That sunburn you got going on."
"Fuck." I glanced at both of my shoulders, suddenly more aware of the light prickling of my skin as I moved. "It doesn't look too bad though, does it?"
"It's not so bad. But with your pale ass..."
"Tell me that's not burnt too." I groaned as Casey walked to the freezer and grabbed a bottle of aloe vera.
"Oh, quit you're whining," he said. "This'll help. Turn around."
I took in a sharp breath and tensed as Casey squirted the cold gel onto my shoulders. He sat the bottle down on the counter and began to work the muscles of my upper back with his strong fingers. My eyes closed and I leaned forward, leaning onto my elbows and letting Casey continue working his way down my back until he grazed the tops of my ass. He lingered for a moment, the tips of his fingers moving in light circles before he placed his hands on my sides and used his thumbs to massage the tissue.
My mind wandered back in time to when we were younger. I let the memories fill my head, getting lost in the mix of past and present as I folded my arms and rested my head on the counter.
"Getting comfortable?" Casey asked.
"Just tired." I said, pretending to stifle a yawn.
He patted my back. "Here, let me get your front and then go lay down."
"I think I can manage." I said, reaching for the bottle on my right. Casey was quicker.
"I know you can, but I said let me get it. Now turn."
Unfortunately, the feeling of his massaging by back and knowing we were both still naked left me semi-erect with nothing to hide it. Feeling the blood rush to my dick in front of Casey, though, was different. I wasn't embarrassed -- after all, we'd had sex multiple times -- but that didn't fully take away the slight feeling of awkwardness that accompanied standing in front of your best friend with a rapidly expanding dick. Especially when he's intent on rubbing your chest and your nipples are one of your most sensitive areas.
Did Casey remember that? Probably not. We never did much in the realm of foreplay. It was usually just head and fucking, but there was a definite rection when he would brush against them in the process. Knowing any more resistance was useless, I turned and leaned back against the counter to surrender to his hands once again.
"Can't get more comfortable than that." Casey said with a chuckle.
"Not comfortable at all." I said, refusing to meet his eyes and give him the satisfaction of admitting he still had some hold over me.
"Really? So that," he pointed at the 7" pointing up at him. "is what? A kink from the sunburn pain?"
"Can we finish this? Or let me do it myself." I reached for the aloe bottle in his hands, but Casey pulled it away.
"Not a chance."
Soon his hands were on my chest, rubbing the aloe into stubble from my most recent shave. I flinched as a cool fingertip brushed against a nipple, trying to play it off as the air mixing with the chilled gel. He skimmed across the other and an involuntary shiver ran down my body. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything other than Casey's hands, but it was useless. I was at full attention and gripping the edge of the countertop to the point that my hands were starting to cramp.
Casey drew circles around the edge of my nipples with his wet fingers, and I twitched in response. A delicate squeeze caused my dick to bounce, and as the pressure grew into a tight pinch I grabbed his wrists and opened my eyes.
"Casey." I cleared my throat and stepped away from him.
My knee brushed against something I thought I'd never see, let alone feel, again. I looked down to see his hard 6 inches were pointing directly at me, looking as magnificent as it had over a decade ago. I put more distance between us, hoping we would both calm down and get things straight.
"What's going on?"
"I, uh," Casey started, clearing his head with a shake. "Nothing. Nothing's going on."
"That," I say, pointing at the obvious, "begs to differ."
"This is a normal bodily reaction. Nothing to talk about."
"Casey, you're-"
And then he was on the move toward his room. Within seconds I was alone and naked in the kitchen, my mind reeling about what just happened, along with the implications. Was he drunk? No, that couldn't be it -- we'd only had a few beers each. Just messing around with me? Possible, considering how weirdly open he's been with himself since I arrived. Horny and simply taking advantage of the situation? Not unreasonable considering our past but given the time that's passed since our last fling it doesn't seem the most realistic. I couldn't come up with any other options, though, so that had to be it. Just horny. And single.
Should I have stopped him? How far would he have gone if I hadn't? His touch felt familiar; would it be like it was, or would it somehow be different? Enough time has passed, and we both have more experience, so it was bound to be an even better time. Did I really want to go down that road again? Sure, it was fun, but it wasn't going anywhere then and probably wouldn't now.
"Casey." I called out, letting the echo of the mostly empty house make it all the more dramatic.
No response. Not shocking, considering Casey was never the one to broach the difficult topics, often opting to ignore the issue until it went away. I, on the other hand, couldn't avoid problems and usually pushed the situation until it was unhealthy. But I couldn't do that right now; I didn't know what to say or where to start. I couldn't completely avoid it either. The rest of this trip would be painfully awkward if I did. His isolation was probably for the best. A little space would give him time to calm down and for me to decide what to do next. It could wait until morning, at least. My raging erection, on the other hand, could not.
I headed for my room, not bothering to close the door behind me -- there was little chance Casey would emerge before tomorrow -- and spread out on the bed. Thanks to strong air conditioning and the heat radiating off my back, the tan sheets felt cool against my skin. Lube wasn't on my packing list, and there wasn't any lotion so precum and a prayer would have to be enough for the night. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my right hand around my dick, slowly stroking to the thought of Bennett's red hair bobbing up and down as he blew me. I ran my left hand up my stomach before grabbing my right pec and squeezing tightly; the feeling of my fingertips digging into my skin caused me to moan a little louder than I'd intended.
My teeth nipped the skin of my bottom lip as memories of feeling Bennett's hands clenching my ass as he fucked me filled my mind. I increased my speed, each stroke a little shorter than the last and each breath a little harder. When I could tell the end was near, I started massaging my balls as they grew tighter, and the pressure began to build. A few strokes later, I bucked my hips and began to shoot thick ropes of cum onto my chest. A final, rogue squirt landed in the hollow of my throat.
I let my hands fall beside me while I caught my breath. When I'd cooled down a bit, I wiped the evidence away with my fingers and brought them to my mouth. Another moan escaped my lips as I ate my cum, savoring the salty flavor.
My dick handled and the mess taken care of, I could finally get some sleep. I went to take a piss before I crawled back into bed and quickly welcomed the deep sleep the came after an intense climax.