Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe "inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have been tweaked to protect the "innocent." By all means, send feedback along to AtlantisGuy@aol.com
The worst day of my fucking life just kicked me in the balls one more time. The last leg of my flight home was getting delayed due to an onslaught of freezing rain. Moments before we boarded.
A regular Christmas Eve miracle.
Fuck.
At this point, I was numb, spent... and if I heard that God-forsaken "Little Drummer Boy" song one more time on the overhead, I was going to End someone.
Fuck.
In a fury, I spun around... and plowed right into a completely unsuspecting guy.
All the stuff in his hands went sailing. Worse, in flailing to stay upright, he ended up crushing the cup in his hand, sending a tidal wave of burning hot coffee/tea/whatever splashing all over him in a baptism of misfortune as he crashed to the ground. It was like a scene in one of those corny rom-com movies my fiancée obsesses over.
Fiancée.
EX-fiancée.
Fuck.
I snapped out of it. This poor guy was sprawling, drenched in a scalding dark liquid, and clearly wincing as he grabbed his foot.
Fuck.
"Aw, crap. Buddy, I am so sorry. My bad, totally. I'm having the worst day of my life, and now it looks like you're being pulled in to. Are you okay? Let me help you."
I almost expected him to lay into me. He was dressed sharp, and that watch on his wrist suggested he was both making bank and likely used to getting what he wanted. Instead, he just kinda... sat there. Looking defeated. Radiating misery. Damn.
It was such a vision of bleakness that I had to help him. I squatted down and started gathering up his phone, a few papers and a small bag that lay next to him on the floor. I looked at him. He was still just laying there on his ass, soaked. "You okay bud?"
Finally he breathed a huge sigh. "Yeah. Fine." It wasn't convincing. I reached out my hand, which he took without really looking. I hauled him up. He again grimaced and shook his foot out, and grumbled, "Thanks man. It's all just par for the course. Lemme tell you, however bad your day has been, mine's been worse."
I gave him a half-smile. "Oh no, you are not taking that award from me today. And really, I'm sorry for all this. Can I at least replace your drink, or maybe something stronger? It looks like we're gonna be here at least an hour, and looking outside I'm not even sure about that."
He thought for a moment, then gave a humorless chuckle. "You know what? Sure. What do they say, 'misery loves company' or some such? I was trying to be good since it's Christmas Eve, trying to keep my wits about me, but at this point I think it's time for something stronger. You know, I can get us into the SkyLounge if you're interested. I get a companion for free, and God knows I don't have anyone else for a companion. Anymore."
"Ouch. Brother, I know the feeling. Yeah, fuck it... um, excuse my language."
He chuckled with a bit more humor this time, but waved we away. "Don't worry, 'fuck it' is exactly right."
"Sounds like a plan—I was going over to the lounge myself. And hopefully they'll have a better class of booze."
"Yeah I hope so. Let's go. Oh, and sorry, but can we walk slow? Part of my big adventure today was smashing my toe, and the walk across this fucking airport has made it worse."
"Aw shit, man. Here, let me help you."
"Nah, I'm good," he remarked, morosely.
"Look, it's Christmas Eve," I countered. "My life sucks, and when shit goes down like that, I find the best thing is to do something good for someone else. So with no argument, you are going to be my good deed... It will help me get in good with Santa."
That smile again. He agreed. And so, we hobbled off together companionably, with me grabbing his carry-on and putting it on top of mine. The least I could do.
I got a chance to take stock of him as we moved, and part of me found it hard to believe that he was having a bad day. I mean, as a straight guy I don't make it a point of checking out guys, but man—this guy looked like he was right from central casting. Quite possibly the best-looking man I've ever met in real life. Not like a... well, for lack of a better word, a pretty boy. His face was harder than that. More like a sportswear model, with a trim, sporty build. His clothes, now soaked with coffee, just really fit his body. Taking him in, I found it hard to believe his angry words about him not having anyone. I mean, damn. If he doesn't have anyone, what hope do the rest of us have?
We got to the lounge, and settled in. Given the hour, most travelers were already where they needed to be and things were pretty quiet. We both ordered up their highest-octane whiskey, toasted the holiday, and downed it. And quickly asked for a refill. It was that kind of day.
And... we ended up having a great time. I played waiter, filling up his plate with food from their buffet. As we dived in, conversation came easy. We just... I dunno, just got each other. We shared a sense of humor. Riffed on each other. I think because we were strangers, and at the lowest of low moments of our lives, we could be free and open. No bullshit. No grandstanding. Ease. And understanding.
It struck me in the back of my mind how good it was just to shoot the shit with a guy. A guy. It feels like the whole relationship was mostly about my fiancée Annaleigh, and her semi-humorous attempts to "tame" me. At this moment, some of those attempts felt decidedly less humorous.
Our banter finally slowed. I think it was at that pause, all the bullshit of the day must have caught up with me. I kept wondering how my whole fucking life could unravel in a day.
How she could have unraveled it in a day.
My new friend was staring at me. It was... odd. He had the most... piercing... eyes. Not like in a bad way, just like... in a Hollywood way. Touched with—surprisingly, for a stranger—something like... compassion. A warmness. Even in his own misery, there was a... vitality to them.
Finally, he said, "You know, all this chattering, but I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Liam."
"Samuel. A pleasure." I raised my glass to him, and he returned the gesture.
"So Samuel, not to poke at things, but I'm curious as to why you think you've had the worse day here."
I laughed. "Well, if we're going to bare our souls, call me Sam. That's what my friends call me."
Liam smiled at the implication, and toasted me again. "Sam it is."
"Well... short version, I spent my Christmas Eve getting dumped. She ripped out my heart, fucking humiliated me, and I'm flying home to an empty house with my tail between my leges. Merry fucking Christmas."
"HAH!"
My eyes narrowed. "So glad that if nothing else, I can add to someone's amusement."
"Oh man... no, sorry! I just, I can't believe it. My fiancée just dumped me today, too!"
I bolted upright. "Are you shitting me?"
"Swear to God! Are you shitting me?"
I fumbled through my pocket. "Here's the ring she just handed back to me. Proof positive!"
"Jesus," Liam swore. "At least you have the ring. I threw mine off the side of a fucking mountain." He took it from me and gave it an appraising look and an open smile. "Hey, I'm just a clueless straight guy with no eye for jewelry, but this looks good. Hell, I sure wouldn't have turned you down if you gave me this rock!"
I snickered. "Yeah, the whole thing caught me off guard. I mean, like two days ago I thought we were fine. I... I still can't wrap my head around what happened."
"I hear you brother. Like, my breakup came out of left field, too. And Christ Almighty—it checked off every stupid cliché in the book. It was crazy!"
"I kept waiting for someone to jump out and yell 'surprise!' I kept checking my phone all the way to the airport, convinced this was just a prank gone bad."
Liam shook his head and bit back a big swig of whiskey. "Okay man, you gotta tell me what happened."
I sighed. "Fine, but then you do too." He nodded, and I took a swallow of liquid courage myself.
"It started this morning when..." I paused, considering. "No, I gotta go to the beginning. I always thought Annaleigh and I were the perfect couple. Completely aligned in... everything. We met three years ago, somewhat by chance. She had finished up her residency and had this promising job at her hospital. I had just started with my uncle's law firm. We were from different worlds; she had moved to the Big City from some small town, I was from Long Island. But we totally meshed. We were both on our way up, but totally there for each other. Neither of us thinking about kids right away, just wanting to get to a good place before tying the knot."
"So what happened?"
"I guess, at least for her, things were starting to change over the last year? I can't even... I have no idea what happened. I had agreed to take on this huge case. Huge. It took all my time, but it was perfect for us. Yes, obviously, I was working all the time. But it was going to be a big boost for me and we were going to be set. Extra money for the wedding, and extra security for my career. And, she seemed fine with it. She was scrambling herself, but we always made sure—I thought we always made sure—to schedule time for us. Date nights. Special dinners for birthdays. Last year's Christmas wasn't... fancy or anything, but we had a little celebration ourselves. I thought we were good. She never gave me any indication we weren't good."
Liam looked at me with knowing sympathy. I took another drink.
"I was working crazy hours, but we were almost done. I had worked out a deal with my uncle, who was going to give us this amazing trip to the Greek islands for our honeymoon, in gratitude for everything I'd done. I didn't say anything, but was going to surprise her for Christmas.
"But see, here's where it unraveled. Over the past month, she was getting... antsy. Not anything major, just... I think she was feeling pressure from work herself. Not that she said anything, just a guess. Then she said she wanted a big Christmas celebration this year. A real Christmas, as she called it. I... didn't think she was that serious, as we'd not really gone crazy any time before. I was telling her I had to wrap things up and couldn't get away. Out of the blue, she announces that she was taking time off and going back home out West to spend Christmas with her family."
Liam looked surprised. "She just managed to get two weeks off, like that? From her hospital?"
"I have no idea how she pulled that off. I told her again I couldn't get away, but promised to join them for New Years. She left bright and early, just two days ago. Just... two fucking days ago." I paused, still trying to process it. "But here's the thing. I was pretty much done with work as it was, and when I uncle heard about what was going on, he urged me to join her for Christmas. So, I scrambled to find a last-minute ticket to fly out to the small town in the mountains where her family lives. Planning on surprising her, everything. Perfect plan. And then..."
"And then...?" I could see Liam wincing in anticipation.
"And then, suddenly it was like I was in bizzarro world. No one is ever going to believe it. I get there, and show up her folks' house. I thought they liked me, but it was all awkward smiles and looking at each other. As I'm trying to talk to her, Annaleigh seems happy, but seems distracted..."
I took one more shot to get me through.
"And then this hunk comes in. Rugged outdoorsman, all muscle and scruff, picture perfect like he's from Lumberjack Vogue or something. And he... I dunno, gives her like a pine cone or something and she starts crying. Everyone else in her family starts hugging and tearing up. She goes running, me chasing her. I catch her outside this barn. It's fucking snowing like we're on a movie set or something, her hair blowing, she's never looked more beautiful. I think I'm the luckiest bastard in the world for having her, but I can't figure out what's going on.
"And then she drops the bomb. Tells me 'big city' life isn't for her and she can never go back to New York. She's gonna set up there, and fucking take over running this stupid-fuck small town medical clinic and fucking 'serve the community' because she's realized the 'true meaning of Christmas.' And I'm like, are you fucking crazy? Where did this come from? And she's all like since I'm this big shot lawyer she's 'freeing me to find my own destiny' and I'm like what the fuck are you talking about? But she goes on this monolog about 'small town values' and how having the first 'real white Christmas' in 10 years has put everything into perspective. She tells me—tells me—that I don't have Christmas in my heart! Because I guess last year we didn't have a blow-out celebration and it doesn't snow enough in New York."
Liam stared at me in wonder. "Jesus."
"And I ask her about the guy who came in... and yeah, she loves him, always has loved him, and even though he's 'mourning his dead mother' or something and he's not looking for a relationship, she has to 'be fair to me' by letting me go to pursue my life in the city. Like she's doing me a favor. I mean, like 48 hours ago we were fine, and now she's always loved someone else, tells me she should have never left her hometown, and throws her career away to work in this tiny clinic so the country doctor can finally retire!"
"I... I... I..." Liam was struggling for words.
"And the real kicker is that her sister texted me while I was at the airport. As soon as I left, she and this hunk got engaged and they are getting married tomorrow because 'nothing beats a small-town Christmas wedding.' She's marrying a literal Christmas tree farmer. On Christmas. Hours after she dumped me, her fiancé of two years. So I'm left trying to get home, and now I'm trapped in this airport in a snowstorm with diminishing hopes of ever escaping, and nothing to go back to when I'm home."
Liam stared at me in stunned silence for a minute, with those stupid amazing eyes. Finally, he put down his drink and started laughing. The first real laughter I had heard from him. Laughter that finally reached his eyes. And made those damn things sparkle. I stared back at him, indignant at first, but his laughter was contagious. Slowly, I joined him.
"Okay," he said, wiping tears from his eyes. "I thought I had the worst, craziest story. But I think we're pretty even. You can be the judge. Listen to this!"
I signaled for another round, and settled in for what I hoped would be a wild ride.
"I won't go into all the details, but... well, here we go. Like you guys, we'd been together long time. Known each other for about five years, engaged for the last year and a half. I thought we were happy, I mean we got along great, never fought. Both had jobs we liked and were making good money, so life was great. She was also from a small town, out in the mountains but loved it in the city."
"And then you got a Christmas anti-miracle, too?" I ventured.
"Holy shit. Like a dozen clichés gone wrong. She gets a call from family—like her Great Aunt Doris or something is suddenly in a coma and probably dying. I'd never really heard of her before, but my fiancée Hannah starts going on and on about how this 'maiden aunt' has always been her favorite relative. She owns this wonderland of a gift store that meant the world to her as a kid. Next thing I know, she's flying home. I agree to fly out there on Christmas Eve to spend the holidays with her."
"I think I can see where this is going..."
"Wait for it. So, it's Christmas Eve and I land this morning to find—surprise! Apparently once she landed, she randomly ran into this guy who teased her all the time when they were kids. Only now, he's grown up into the Town's Hottest Bachelor who for some reason never married. It turns out, all that teasing is because he always had a thing for her. She gets swept up in putting the family Christmas decorations up, finds some stupid ornament he made for her way back when, and suddenly she has feelings for him, too! And then Great Aunt Doris suddenly pops out of whatever coma she was in, and Hannah decides to buy the gift store from her and move back home forever because it's a Christmas miracle!"
I was stunned. As stunned as Liam had been for me. "All that in, like... two days?"
"Sam my man, it was like in 24 hours. I shit you not. So I woke up this morning, thinking stupidly that I'm gonna have a nice Christmas dinner, maybe sing a couple carols, and open our presents. I had planned to give her this rare vintage broach that she's been mooning over in the shop window for the past fucking year! What do I find instead? That suddenly her entire life has done a huge 180, and I'm like... what the fuck??!?"
"What the fuck??!?"
"SERIOUSLY! And suddenly, she's also hanging out with a bunch of kids in the store that she somehow just bought from her great aunt even though it's fucking Christmas Eve and what the fuck, but she's talking up all these 'treasures' with the little rug rats and they're oohing and ahhing, and I'm trying to make her see sense... and that's when she lays it on me."
"Oh God, what?"
"That somehow everything about me is 'safe' and she's never taken a risk, never taken a chance and she can't live in this 'safe world' with me anymore... because it isn't fair to me."
I was stunned. "What the everlasting fuck?"
"I know right? And, now she's saying that spending time with these fucking kids in this fucking gift store has shown her the real meaning of Christmas. I mean, we were going to be a childfree couple at her insistence!"
"Did... did she hit her head...?" I asked, bewildered.
"God as my witness, I have no idea. But it was over. No discussion, she wouldn't even listen to me. And then her fucking hunk-bully bursts through the door, and they go into this passionate kiss. Like I wasn't there at all! All I could do is leave. And I'm standing outside, and everything hits me. And I'm mad as hell at how fucking bizarre it is, and I kick what I thought was a snowman there on the sidewalk. And of course it's an industrial decoration made of fucking concrete and now I'm pretty sure I cracked my big toe, too! So... of course I scramble to find a way back home, stuck with the fucking grand circle tour of the entire western US of A. I think I had to change planes in Chicago twice! And now, the last fight back to New York, and the flight is delayed from fucking freezing rain. Merry fucking Christmas."
I just looked at him. Dumfounded. Until I started laughing. And laughing. "Don't forget about me spilling coffee all over you!" And with that, I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to piss myself. Liam slowly joined me, and we in each other's arms, tears of laughter rolling down our faces. Oblivious to the world.
The only thing that stopped us was the receptionist approaching us. "Mr. Edwards? Mr. Nelson? I'm sorry to tell you this but your flight has been cancelled altogether due to the weather. They're rescheduling passengers for tomorrow. Would you like to try and get a room nearby? I'd say we should hurry, with the weather and the holiday and all."
That brought us back to reality. She was right; it was nearly impossible to find a room. We finally found one, but true to our luck we were going to have to bunk down together in suite, which only had a single king-sized bed. And even that was iffy, as there was a significant chance that the hotel shuttle wouldn't make it to the airport to pick us up at all.
We decided that as we were now each other's new best friend, why the fuck not.
Our luck was still holding. Of course, we couldn't get our luggage and were stuck with whatever we had in our carry-ons. Which, given the speed with both of us had fled the scene of our morning humiliations, was not much at all. And of course when the shuttle finally got to us, it started skating through a massive puddle, and ended up sloshing us both in a wave of icy slush.
Mercifully, after a cold, hair-raising ride, we got to our hotel. Once inside, we got out of our freezing clothes, but neither of us had anything to change into. Liam shrugged, noted "It's just the guys here" and stripped down naked before wrapping himself up in one of room's complimentary bathrobes. I did the same. I didn't... you know, check him out or anything; but as we robed up, I could see my initial impression of his body was right. I wouldn't go so far as to say either of us was a jock, exactly, but we both took care of ourselves and had solid athletic builds.
Also, by the way his robe hung, I could see he had a nicely furry chest, even if his hair was lighter colored than mine. I smiled. So many guys I knew or saw at the gym had taken to shaving themselves smooth. I just didn't get it; I liked that I looked like an actual man, instead of a prepubescent girl. I also kept a short beard, which I thought added to my manly look.
We raided snacks and drinks from the minibar, and ended up having a picnic on the bed. At this point, we'd hit the sauce pretty hard, and were no longer feeling any pain.
And for as fucked up as everything was, I ended up having one of the best times of my life. Liam was hilarious. Just a prince of a guy. Followed the same teams as I did. Loved my stories. For a time, I was having so much fun I almost forgot about Annaleigh and the bullshit altogether.
Almost.
Sadly, at pauses in our conversation, the pain and embarrassment still bubbled up. "I just can't get over it," I whined at one point. "I mean, it's like I was nothing more than a walk-on part in a sit-com about her life. Lifted right out, at the drop of a hat."
"I can't believe she did that," Liam agreed, gently. "I mean... well, I'm just gonna say it: Look at you! You keep talking about this hot, hunky guy she picked up, but there's no way he could compete with you. I'm not trying to hit on you or anything, but Sam? You've got that tall-dark-and-handsome thing nailed."
I nearly snort-laughed. "Me? C'mon man... you're the hottie here."
He laughed, and started busting my balls. "Aw, c'mon. Did you see the way that receptionist lit up when we walked into the lounge? While you were talking to her, she was all rubbing her face, twirling her hair... Christ, now that I think of it, our bartender was rubbing his face and twirling his hair talking to you, too!"
We both laughed, and I threw a granola bar at him. "Maybe, but you've got the All-American thing going on! I'm surprised you agreed to bunk with me, when with one sleezy look you could've picked up any chick in the airport!"
"Yeah, well we both of us missed out. I guess no fun tonight for either of us."
A pause, then I smiled. "Don't say that!" I chimed in impishly. I jumped up, dug through my soaked bag, grabbed something and turned around. "Voilà!"
"What's that?"
I held up what was now a slightly mangled clump of foliage over my head. "Mistletoe! It was part of my surprise for Annaleigh. But she and what's-his-name were already locking lips, so I didn't need it. C'mon—it's Christmas Eve! Give me a kiss, you hairy ape!"
Liam laughed, heartily. There was a moment's hesitation, before the booze and the ridiculousness of the situation broke down his reserve. Somewhat to my surprise he rolled off the bed, straightened his robe and walked over to me. With a slight grin, he said, "Merry Christmas honey!" And leaned in for a nice, juicy kiss.
Mmm.
It was... weird. I had kissed... well, lots of people. I mean, girls. Women. Lots of women. But even in my slightly buzzed state, I could tell—feel—just how different it was kissing a guy. The mechanics, I mean. At 6'2" I'm a pretty tall drink of water. But now for the first time, I was lips-to-lips with someone my height. And... my... size. He had a... weight to him that women didn't have. A mass. And strength. Women were soft. His body, though... taut. Not soft. His lips weren't... soft... either. Strong.
But... it was more than mechanics. There was the attitude... the approach. Strong. Shit... insistent. A confidence to him.
And then... something there, in his movement. It was his stubble. Something I'd never experienced. Something that Annaleigh had often complained about, but I never really understood. That steely, prickling feeling. Sharp. I could see her point, as my initial reaction was, ouch! But that movement again, and it was... I dunno, maybe... stimulating? Interesting?
My mind was working in circles. Everything... it was... it wasn't that bad, just a little... I dunno. Strangle. Strangely masculine. And that taste of bourbon on his breath. That feel of... power... behind the lips... A vitality...
And then it was over. Liam pulled back. His eyes slowly opened. More slowly than I would have expected. He laughed. Low. I answered, little more than a low chuckle. We stared at each other. For a beat. Or two. We laughed again, and he playfully reached over and rubbed my hairy cheek with the back of his fingers. He had felt the same thing. We laughed again.
He looked like he might say something, but turned around and plopped back down on the bed. "Well, I hope you enjoyed it, that's all the action either of us going to see this Christmas. Unless you get all handsy tonight. But I warn you, I will defend my virtue to the end!" We both laughed.
I shook myself out of the strange reverie I had been in, and lobbed the mistletoe onto the desk. "Yeah. Well, truthfully, I wasn't really expecting much action tonight anyway, even if Annaleigh and I were together. She was... well, saving herself for marriage. Love and legality and all that shit."
Liam tossed his head back. "You too? Fuck, it's like both our stories were written by the same sadistic writer."
"Are you fucking kidding me? Jesus. I thought Annaleigh was the last virgin in the country."
"No," he said, still laughing. "It wasn't an... absolute no. But there was a very limited menu of options, and occasions."
"At least you got something. Hell, she even said jerking off was verboten. I smiled and said, 'Sure thing, babe,' but no way she was gonna keep me from that. I just had to get creative about finding release."
Laim shook his head. "Why are women like that? Jesus Christ. It's a simple biological thing. It's not automatically shameful to have sex! I mean, over the whole run of human history, there have been a great many people who have had sex, both men and women! But women are forever turning it into this dirty, awful crime, when all we want is a little relief."
"I hear you, brother. Jesus, maybe it's best we did break up. I was starting to believe I was going to get one last blowjob in my life, on my wedding night, and then a couple years of occasional missionary until we started to have kids... then a long winter of discontent."
"Yeah," Liam trailed off, deep in thought. "I guess... I was hoping that when the dam finally burst, when we finally did the deed, I could... God, it sounds so stupid, but that I'd be able to... you know, show her the ropes. Get her to realize how good it could feel. To add some spice to our lives. Pfft. I bet she's not gonna be that way with hulk-man. I'm guessing the only reason they're getting married tomorrow is she's so wet and ready she can barely stand it."
I laughed. Maybe he had a point. Maybe the fact that Annaleigh had been fine with giving up such an important thing, and that I was okay with that just to keep her happy, means we were holding back from each other. Maybe the reason we had gone so long without any action because was we just were... not meant to be. Wrong for each other.
Liam seemed lost in thought, too. Finally he shook himself, and murmured, "Well, here's to finally getting lucky in the new year." He raised his glass.
I gave him a mischievous look. "Well, let's not forget about Christmas! I've been so deprived for so long, I can't promise I won't attack you in our sleep!"
"I will kick your ass if you try!" he laughed.
"Oh yeah? You and what army pal?"
"Fuck you!"
And with that, I made a theatrically leering face, and dived on top of him. We were both howling with laughter as we tussled. I'm guessing we'd be evenly matched in a fair fight, but both of us were too laughed-out to make it a proper brawl. Finally, I pinned him, and mocked-grabbed around his crotch. "Oh, see? I think I found the problem here, she found out about your stubby little boy-dick and ran for the hills!"
Liam snorted like a bull, then threw me off and crashed on top of me. At that point, any fight in us washed down the drain and we collapsed in a pile of laughing, heaving, man-flesh.
It felt... good. I mean, we both probably needed the physical release, after a long, fucked-up day. It felt... good.
We slowly caught our breath. After a companionable silence, Liam said something... so... strange. So quietly. Like an afterthought:
"You... smell good."
I snorted. "What the what?"
"No, nothing! I was... shit. I dunno. Okay, fine. You smell good. I'm just gonna say it."
I shifted out from under him and sat up. "Dude, are you serious? Jesus, a whole day of running around, running through fucking airports, drenched with God knows what from the shuttle stand..." I theatrically lifted my arm and smelled my pit. "Jesus, I've gotta smell like an animal!"
"NO. I mean... no! It's not... It's... Shit. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm drunk as it is. It's just... I mean... shit. The whole time I've been with my fiancée Hannah, it's almost always been just her and I. And she's been all about the fucking potpourri, those little soaps, perfumes, candles and all that bullshit. Her place is a fucking princess house. I don't have the... you know, the guys around, and I haven't in a long time. I mean, I don't have 'guys' at all. That's fucked up, isn't it? I guess just now, with you, it hit me about how... tame my life has been. Like I'm living in a fucking greeting card. I used to have rough edges. And pal around with guys who had rough edges. I liked that. Aw, shit. I sound like a mental case."
"No man, I get it. I totally do!" I responded, with a speed and a vehemence that... surprised me. "I mean, just now wrestling around? I haven't goofed around like that since like in college. I know what you mean. I grew up with guys. Loved the physicality of guys. I'm not sure where I went wrong."
Liam sat up and looked at me. Really looked at me. "Sam, I'm... I'm not busting your chops here, when I say... you're really good guy. Fucking amazing. I'm sorry all this bullshit went down. You don't deserve it. Any of it."
It was... strange. I was kinda taken aback. I mean, here he was, fuck... the hottest, most manly man I've known, with everything going for him. And he... just said the nicest thing I've heard in a long, long time. Why the fuck is that? Why don't guys ever get compliments? Why don't we give compliments? My throat felt thick, but there was no way I could let that go unanswered. "Liam, I'd say the same thing about you. I know we haven't known each other that long, but damn. You're the amazing one. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Anyone."
There was a silence between us. I wouldn't call it a tension so much, but... I could feel it. Between us. Connecting us.
Inside us...
I suddenly felt a panicked need to change the subject. "Hey, Liam, how's the foot? Still hurting you? I might have something for the pain."
I could see Liam glance at me, just for a second, before wrenching his gaze to his foot. His toe was pretty red. "It's not too bad when I'm not walking on it. The thing is, I've been walking funny all day trying to not to hurt it, and now the rest of my foot is kinda cramped up and sore."
"Hey, maybe I can help!" What the fuck. What did I say that for? Shit. But before I could stop myself, I shifted down to sit by his splayed foot, grabbed it and started massaging it. Liam twitched for a second, but his body relaxed. My fingers dug insistently. Rolling. Stretching. Kneading. On the arch. The balls of his foot.
I was happy to help, but suddenly realized this was getting a lot more intimate than I had thought. I looked up at him, and his eyes weren't exactly sparkling, but more... glowing. I made some small talk about helping guys out on the team with injuries, but...
Small talk. Soft, small talk. Unlike our previous, boisterous conversation.
Wait, was it getting weird. Shit, it was weird. Suddenly, I was aware. Hyper-aware. Of everything. I was feeling... odd. It must have been the drink, right?
The drink.
I wrested myself from my thoughts, and without a sound got up and padded to the minibar. More drinks. That what we needed. Liam watched me, those eyes giving me a look I couldn't... quite... place... I grabbed a handful of the tiny bottles. "Need a refill?"
He paused, and seemed to shake himself off, too. "Oh. Um... no, I think I'm pretty buzzed as it is. But go for it—it's our only chance for a Christmas party."
"Yeah. Christmas." I was thinking things. All kinds of things. Sadness. Heartbreak. Maybe grief. But other things were flitting at the corners of my mind. Things that dissolved like the last bit of ice in spring. Dissolved every time my mind tried to latch onto them. I let them go. Another time perhaps. "So, it's Christmas. Seems like we should do something to celebrate..."
Liam shrugged. "I guess the only thing to do is to watch a movie. I suppose we could watch 'A Christmas Story,' or 'Elf,' or something."
"Or 'Bad Santa,' in keeping with the mood."
Liam chuckled and turned on the TV. Then he paused, and I could see the start of an idea form behind his eyes. And by the look of things, it was a bad one. "Well, hell... we could celebrate our 'liberation' as free men and watch some porn! I bet she never let you do that!"
I let out a huge, belting guffaw. "Are you fucking serious? Oh man... that's fucking..." I threw my head back, pursing my lips. That was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. I mean, fucking watching... porn? With a guy I barely knew? I mean, what the fuck was that? It was dumb. It was low. It was...
I ran my hand roughly through my beard and looked at Liam. He was looking at me with a cartoonishly evil face that made him look like a fucking kid. One helluva good looking kid. "Fuck it. Let's roll. Merry fucking Christmas!"
"Merry Fucking Christmas indeed!" he snickered. And went for the remote.
"What's your poison?" he asked jauntily. "I gotta tell you, I'm more an ass-man than a tits-man. Gimme a hot, tight butt anytime!"
I laughed as I slid next to him on the bed, desperately ready for some sex-fueled distraction. "Truthfully, gimme something wild. Nasty."
Liam chuckled lightly as he scrolled through, then excitedly crowed, "We have a winner—looks like a bunch of 3-somes! You in?"
"I'm in!"
"And let's hope she gets both her holes filled. I'm in the mood for anal!"
I laughed, excitedly. The thing was, it was all happening so fast. I don't know what we were thinking. I sure as hell didn't think through the implications of being next to a nearly-naked guy wearing nothing but a bathrobe as we finally started watching previously-forbidden porn. But at that moment, buzzed and sitting amid the wreckage of my life, I did not give a shit.
Naturally, our bizarre luck continued.
The video started off well, with a busty woman bringing in a guy, and starting to work him over. Teasing him at first. We were both grinning like a pair of Cheshire Cats. But then she abruptly pulled back. The actor groaned in frustration; Liam and I echoed his disappointment.
Then she said the guy had to "prove his worth" before he could have her. She wanted to see just how hot he was for, so before they continued, the actor had to get it on with someone else... and another guy fucking walked onto the set!
"What the hell?" Liam and I asked together.
To our utter astonishment, the two guys gave each other A Look, and totally went after each other. I couldn't believe it, with my breath stuck in my lungs. Was this...? Were they...?
Holy shit. They were.
With barely a word, they started sucking each other off. Hard.
"Shit, man..." Liam finally said, visibly shocked as I was. "I guess I just assumed that 3-ways would be with two girls." There was a moment of shocked silence as they traded off. "Shit man, I'm so sorry. We... shit, we shouldn't watch this... I mean, this is weird." A pause. Another pause. "Let me see what else is on."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I mean... yes, I know gay guys exist. But in my experience, gay guys were... different. Like, effeminate, or at least effeminate-ish. These guys were buff, and... well... butch. Like guys. I mean... shit, that's all coming out wrong. But they were guys. Guys. Guys like me. Right?
The scene wasn't... bad, but something totally outside my experience. I... froze.
Finally I wrenched myself out of my haze to answer Liam's question, still hanging out there. "No, it's... weird, but okay. I mean, we paid for it already, right? Maybe just let it play out for a minute, I'm sure the women join in... soon."
"Yeah. Okay."
There was silence. I was struck when the actors rolled into a 69. Working it. Hard. Harder than I remember women doing it from previous vids I'd seen. Going at it. Hard.
"They... seem to be... enjoying it."
"Yeah."
At this point, my initial shock was dying down, replaced by... something else. Shit, what was that, curiosity? I mean, sure, but... damn. There was something else there. Something... deep. Deep down.
I realized my breathing was... damn. I could feel... in my gut. Shit. I was starting to feel... warm. Wait, what? What the fuck was happening? I mean, I'm not gay. I've never... you know, ogled guys at the gym. That's not my speed. But I couldn't deny how much these guys were into it. They had to be, their sex sounds were... real. Unlike women, guys aren't so good at faking... stuff.
"You... want to keep... watching? I can fast forward?"
I'm not gay. Let me say again I am not gay. But like from a distance, I heard myself answer, "It's okay."
Liam shifted. I followed suit. And was again surprised, on this day of surprises, to see what... might have been a bulge in my new buddy's bathrobe.
Shit. Was this... real? Was this fucking real?
Almost reflexively, I turned by gaze towards his face, trying to get a read on him. I caught him... doing the same. I think he was looking at me, but quick turned away and was now totally focused on the TV.
Shit.
I took a chance dropped my gaze. Yeah. He was hard. Fucking hard as a rock.
And somehow I realized I was harder than I'd ever been in my life. I could feel my heart racing... in my dick. Shit. Shit-fuck.
I didn't know what to do. Never thought I'd be in this situation, or do anything like this. But damn. Fucking Goddamn it. Feelings, both physical and emotional, that I had been ramming deep down away from everything, were starting to bubble up. Damn.
Damn.
Fuck it. I took a breath and said it: "You know, we're both adults. No shame, no foul... we can whip them out and... you know... if you want."
Liam's voice was low and husky. "You know, I think you read my mind."
My hands were fumbling as I jerked the knot holding my robe's belt together. It opened, and there was my dick. Standing like a telephone poll. I snuck a tiny look over at Liam. Carefully. I could sense rather than see he had been watching me. Was he...? Would he...? Shit. Yes. He undid his own robe and pushed it open. He subtly ventured a look over at me, then got spooked and stared at the TV again.
I took him in.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
Liam was hot with his clothes on, but nothing prepared me for seeing—really seeing—how hot he was naked. Shit. His body had a rich splash of chest hair on both his pecs, and running down his belly. His muscles weren't overly, artificially defined, just... powerful. Not a gym rat, just a live, vital male. Powerful. The line of hair ran down and opened up to a full man-bush, so unlike many of the guys from the gym. Liam was... raw.
And roaring up from that tangle of hair was the rawest, angriest dick I'd ever seen. Shit. It actually gave me a sharp feeling in my gut. Fuck. It was a Man's dick. It was perfectly straight, like an arrow, with a tight head. Long, longer than me... like 7 or maybe 8 inches.
Not that I had anything to fear from comparison. I have what I've called a "bull dick," not as long as his but fat and girthy. With a flared mushroom head that reared up proudly when I was hard, like I was now. Nestled in a tangle of man bush and standing up above a pair of full, hairy balls. Back in college I had kept myself trimmed for a while, but with no chance of ever getting head laziness got the better of me. Now, I was fucking proud how fucking masculine I looked, like a fucking lumberjack-barbarian. Ready for action.
I could tell from the corner of my eye that Liam was still checking me out, cautiously slipping looks at my junk and quick seeing if he was busted, all the while pretending to be focused on the screen. It made me horny as fuck to have this hot guy checking me out, and liking what he saw. I was slyly doing the same to him...
...and very much liking what I saw.
Damn. It was so... raw. Dangerous. Two hot guys, harder than fuck, feeling their pulses race and their balls churn.
I was getting a stealthy eyeful, when Liam glanced over to the movie and let out a yell. "What the fuck? What the... fuck???"
I spun my head over, and my jaw dropped. What they hell...? We're they... they...
"Ho-lee shit!" he laughed. "Well, I wanted ass, you wanted wild, and it looks like we both got our wish!"
I couldn't believe it. To my everlasting amazement, one of the guys on the screen had bent the other guy over, and was... eating his fucking ass!
Holy shit! I mean, is that even allowed??!? Jesus Christ! He was going at it, like a man eating a woman's pussy! But, it was his... ass! I mean, guys are forever flashing their dicks around—crude humor, dominance, all that. Dicks were the center of manhood. But a guy's ass was... you know, off limits! Private! A one-way garbage chute. The center of low humor and tasteless jokes. But one guy had his whole face in the other's crack, as if that was the end-all, be-all of sex! And the other guy was howling so loud it was like he was cumming.
Jesus fucking Christ. My whole world was rocked. And speaking of rocks, my balls were fucking screaming for release. It was wrong, totally wrong... but I was suddenly feeling like I was wound tighter than jungle gym screws. My heart pounding and my throat dry. I realized without thinking I threw open my robe and had started vigorously pulling my pud, any delicacy or decency thrown aside.
I caught the movement to my left, as Liam licked his palm and started working his meat, too. Fuck. It was all too much. I looked back up at him, and for a second our eyes locked. He instinctively looked away... but then, less than an instant later, looked back at me. Square in the eyes. God, his eyes. Each of us staring at the other with hunger as we both jacked our dicks.
Fuck. It was the hottest motherfucking moment of my life.
I broke the gaze to check out the screen, still fascinated by the ass eating... but realized the scene had shifted. The woman came in, sat the two guys on the edge of the bed and alternated sucking them off. It was hot, yeah... but the burning electricity I felt from the earlier action had died a little. And besides, the stud next to me was hotter than anyone in the movie, and the forbidden thrill of taking in his body as he pleasured himself was hotter than what was happening on screen.
I openly leered. Fuck. He had a real fucking man bush. Like a fucking lumberjack sex god. I took his hairy crotch in, then nailed his gaze again. He had been watching me. The flicker of a smirk split his face, but he was nervous, too, and it died away. We traded off watching each other. Performing for each other. Unashamed of our own shamelessness. Our cheeks flushing. Beads of sweat on our temples...
Liam was first to make his move. Subtle. Barely noticeable. He switched to jerking with his left hand, then tentatively reached over with his right. Hesitating. Trying to read me. Grabbing my left arm. Still "safe." Lightly massaging me. Up and down. I responded, lightly sliding my left hand across my thigh, reaching his.
We looked at each other. Desperately trying to see if the other guy was good.
Oh yeah. We were good.
I slid my hand upwards, my fingers curling around into his hairy, inner thigh. It was a wonder. Women are soft, pliable. Annaleigh was soft, pliable. Liam was taut. Muscled. Hard. His hair wiry against my fingers. A man. A real man. Raw and as strong as masculinity itself.
My fingers moved upwards, and Liam let out a low, hungry growl. His hand moved, sweeping across my chest, his fingers loosely playing with my dark chest hair. We locked eyes again.
I went for broke.
I swept my hand up and let my fingertips brush his hairy sack. His body shuddered and he let out a sharp gasp. I grabbed his balls, cupping them and rolling them my hands. Fuck it felt good. Forbidden, and good.
He returned the favor, driving his hands down and grabbing my dick. "Fuck yeah," I hissed. Hey gave me a series of manly tugs, as I breathed out my pleasure. He then pulled his hand to his face. As I silently watched, he... he fucking sniffed his fingers. Holy shit, I could barely breathe! Then he gave them a slow, obscene lick... before reaching down and grabbing me again. My cock twitched in response.
I grabbed his dick in response. I could see the muscles in his midriff ripple at the sensation. He was leaking cocksnot badly, and I circled his piss-slit with my thumb, wetting his whole cockhead. Fuck. Fuuuuck.
He shifted his weight slightly to get a better hold, but the movement brought his face closer to mine. He halted. Shit. I slightly moved in. Twice. We stopped. Cold. Our eyes burning into each other. I could feel the hunger inside him. He leaned his head slightly in, but pulled back. Shit. SHIT. I could read him. Read the need. But that was... shit! We might, might be able to pull back from what we were doing... but if we... if our faces...met? That was so gay. Unforgivably gay. No way undoable.
Fuck it.
I leaned in. And I fucking kissed him. This time for fucking real.
And FUUUUUUUUCK!
I could... feel that vast intake of air. Feel his mouth press against mine, his lips open. Feel my tongue power into his mouth... and I felt the hurricane as he fucking leaned into me and kissed me with everything he had.
FUCK! Kissing a woman is all about softness, deftness, tease and titillation. Kissing a man is about ripping his face off and feasting on his marrow. We went after each other like fucking jungle cats, raw, sloppy and ugly. His stubble tore at my beard, enough friction to start a fire. I wouldn't have had it any other way. This wasn't just a kiss, this was full on oral sex. It was such a raucous, full-body kiss, I almost forgot we were working each other's dicks.
Almost.
I pulled off his face, literally gasping for air. My whole body heaving as adrenaline and testosterone flooded my body in equal shares. His dick. His manhood. Fucking mine.
Before he knew what hit him, I shucked off my robe, dove down and fucking inhaled Liam's dick. So hard, so fast I fucking gagged myself, forced to come up coughing. Fuck that shit. I fisted his dick and dove down again, holding it there as long as I could. There, with my face buried in his hairy bush, I got a full snootful of his dark, masculine musk. The scent hit me hard. So unlike a woman. So fucking raw. The fucking smell of man. Of sex. Of fucking power.
Liam howled above me as I went down on him, grabbing my head and gripping my scalp. Maybe this was an instinct—an instinct all guys have, of guiding a woman going down on him to make sure she got it right.
I didn't need that shit. I'm a guy. A guy who spent years jerking off to the idea of the perfect blowjob. Even with no experience, I knew what to do. And I was gonna give my buddy the best head of his life.
I was fucking savage. Completely unhinged. I sucked hard, hard, as I slammed my mouth around his head. My tongue slashing away at his slit, then dancing around the edge. Sucking. Moving. Constantly in motion. Liam, somewhere above me, was roaring out a fucking symphony of obscenities. His voice steadily rising in pitch and volume. His other hand clawing at my shoulders, now starting to get slick with sweat. Spit was sliding down his shaft as I worked him. Hard. Again and again. Again and again and again. Sucking. SUCKING.
I pulled off with an audible "pop," and I went for new territory. I slammed my mouth around his balls. Mouthing them. Suckling them. His musk, potent before, was now strong enough to sear my throat. Primal masculinity, which had been allowed to wither in a ball-busting relationship with a woman who neither knew nor cared about it. Never understood. Fuck that. I did understand. His scent most definitely spoke to me, supercharging me, and my own body's hormones screamed out in agreement.
Liam had enough. I was surprised at how easily he wrenched me off him, and tossed me across the bed. Jesus. Guys are... strong. With raw fire in his eyes, he threw back his own robe and bounded over me in raw naked glory.
I thought at first he was going to go for my cock, but he instead laid the biggest, wettest kiss on me. Using his tongue to show his gratitude for me pleasuring him. He pulled off, leaving me to catch my breath in explosive gasps. He slid lower, and went after my neck... which just happens to be one of my hot spots. "YES!!" I hissed, even though he needed no encouragement.
Hungrily, he slid down, ruthlessly attacking my hairy nipples. Fuck. Another hot spot. I was thrashing wildly, as he suckled me hard... and then dragged his scruffy jaw across my skin to the other. I fucking bellowed like a gored bull, the scrape of his stubble providing an excruciatingly delicious sensation, awakening things inside me I never knew existed. My hands swept wildly across him, wanting to fucking feel him, really feel him, the muscles, the strength, the hair, the sweat...
To my surprise he caught my wrists, and with more power than imagined, pinned my arms over my head. Shit. What was he...?
And then, God damn. God fucking damn. He leaned in, and fucking buried his face in my hairy armpit.
The sound I made was inhuman. GOD. It was so fucking raw. Fuck! It was a long day. I had been working up a sweat... but he didn't give a fuck. In fact, it drove him on. He fucking lost his mind. His head swept up and down, crushing his nose in there. His tongue rolling in obscene, wet circles. Again and again. His stubble sending electric sparks on my exposed skin. I flailed, dizzy from the assault. He swept over to my other pit, fucking ravaging me. Raw. And intimate. Shattering my mind all at once.
And just as abruptly, Liam pulled back. He gave me a savage sneer; a woman in my position would have screamed. I, however, felt a surge of adrenaline. And then... he swung his head down and gave me the rawest, most brutal blowjob in the fucking history of man.
As far as I knew, he'd never done anything like this before, but he was a sucking god. I'd never really loved getting blown, as most girls were scared stupid by my thick cock and wanted nothing to do with it. If I ever got a blowjob, it was usually weak and brief.
Liam's was neither.
I don't know how we got as much of me in his mouth as I did, but fucking choirs of angels sang in my head as he did! Here is the Revelation! Glory be to God and Peace! On! Earth!
My body fucking rippled as he swallowed me down, gripping my shaft to make sure my whole dick was feeling it. His spit poured down my shaft; I could feel it running down to my hairy balls. There was a... violence to his sucking. Hard, fast. Torquing my dick with his fist to match his oral thrusts. I roared out a string of blasphemies that probably shocked poor baby Jesus to his core. Fuck it. This was the fucking blowjob I had waited for my whole fucking life!
For a minute, I thought I was actually going to shoot, but Liam must have sensed my body's response. Or maybe understood whatever it was I was screaming. He pulled back, and moved to roughly jack me while fucking attacking my balls. Holy fuck! No woman has ever known what to do with them—one ex-girlfriend joked more than once if she had things that ugly hanging off of her, she'd cut them off (our sex was pretty much what you'd expect). But Liam brought me to fucking life. Sucking. Licking. Rolling. And... fucking huffing my raw masculine scent all the while.
I thought we both we both were in danger of hyperventilation.
But what came next completely, utterly staggered me. There was no hint. No warning. No shift of weight. And to my utter astonishment, Liam rolled me over, lifted up my hips...
...and fucking drove his face into my hairy ass.
I bellowed so loud I thought Security was going to break down our door. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???!?"
Liam didn't pause for a second. Gave me no chance to react. He fucking drove his face up and down my hairy crack, now wet with sweat. Breathing me. Breathing my fucking butt-funk. And then he fucking French kissed my pucker so hard he about sucked it off.
I fucking wailed. I fucking thrashed. Thrashed like a rodeo bull. The shock of having just watched this on our mediocre porn movie was amplified a thousand-fold by the experience of having the manliest man I knew fucking doing it to me. My most secretive place, a source of embarrassment and not much else.
But God as my witness, I realized that my "embarrassing" ass was as hot a spot for me as my dick was. And that little tidbit of knowledge was life-changing.
He sucked at my hole. Ramming his tongue in as he went. His spit and my sweat making me wet. More. He gnawed at me, all but chewing me. More. His tongue going in crazy circles around my bunghole, then going fast and furious like a dog panting. More. His head started sweeping from side to side, then fucking raping me with his tongue again. More. FUCKING MORE.
And then.
His face pulled back with wet slurp. I had been pushing my ass back into his face so hard that I actually shot back a bit. The loss of that tonging sensation started a blood-boil inside me, my need burning hotter and hotter. I had almost barked out a demand that he get back to it... but then I could feel something very different. Shit. Holy shit. Oh my fucking holy shit.
I could feel that dick of his. The length of it. Sliding up and down the length of my hairy ass crack. With friction only slightly dulled by sweat and spit.
I gasped, like I was in a fucking Victorian novel. Oh God. The sensation. Although I was bent over, I shot up straight. Still on my knees. His dick running the length of my crack. My hole involuntarily kissing it as he slowly humped me. His hands ran around me, clutching me against his hairy barrel chest. Fuck! Working my hairy pecs. Roughhandling my hairy nips. He leaned in, his scruffy chin right behind my ear. His hot breath...
I reached over behind me, my hand grabbing his head. Running through his now-sweaty hair.
He reached down my body to start working my cock...
Awww FUUUUUUCK.
This was it. Fuck. We were dancing on the cliff's edge. I could feel what he wanted. I could feel me wanting it. His dick. Already playing with my ass. It would take... so... very... little... to be inside...
FUCK. This was serious. This was real. Mutual jacking? Sucking dick? Even kissing a dude? Those things were pretty gay, but you could probably still walk away from it. But getting a dick in your ass? No going back. That was G-A-Y... GAY. I mean, my whole life, growing up around guys, just the idea of getting fucked was the fucking worst. Made you less of a man. Phrases like: fuck you, getting fucked, fucked over... it was the defining feature of defeat and degradation. How could I...? How could we...?
Oh God. But the feel of his dick as it slow humped my hairy crack...? Do you know, fucking know how good that was feeling? So off-the-charts good? And unlike anything I had ever felt in my fucking life?
"Do it," I snapped.
No other word, no elaboration was needed.
Liam slammed me forward. I was on my hands and knees. He spat violently into his right hand, as his left wrenched my legs apart. He lined his cockhead with my hole, swirled it around a couple of times...
...and his cock fucking ripped me apart.
I grit my teeth and yelled out "Wait... waitwaitwaitwaitWAIT!!"
I felt Liam's meaty hand slide across my now-sweaty back. "Aw shit, Sam... you okay?" His voice thick and dark with raw need. That he held back was a testament to him being a good man... I'm sure a lot of bastards, this close to paradise, wouldn't have held back.
"Just... give me... a... sec... Holy fuck, man... you're so fucking... big..."
"I gotcha, bud... doing good... feels so... FUCKING... good..."
"Fuh-huh-huckkkkkkk..."
God. It was pain like no other. My body absolutely refusing something going the other way up my chute. But there was... something... there. Maybe a bit of peer pressure as well, not wanting to let my buddy down. But mostly it was raw carnal desire. Everything so far had been so fucking good. I wanted this.
I tried to breathe. My breath coming in uneven hisses. Liam kept murmuring, "You're doing great bud. You have no idea. You're doing good..." His hands rolling all over me. He reached around and started massaging my somewhat-deflated dick. Returning it to life.
That helped.
I started to unclench, and Liam started tiny movements. Rolling his hips. Getting me to relax. It was working. "Not so... bad... anymore..."
"Fuck Sam, you're amazing. So fucking tight. Don't worry—I won't hurt you."
"No, it's better... now. Just... easy. Easy..."
With that he pulled out a little, and pushed in again. Not nearly as much resistance. Again. Pushing in me. Micromovements. It was working.
"Sam, you have no idea how good this is. Fuuuuuck." More movement
Easy for him to say. But it was... better. Still an icy stab of pain, but I could feel myself unclench. Liam was starting to sound feverish, his voice ratting. He pushed again, and went deeper. Rolling his hips as we went. I sucked my breath. The feeling was... unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I mean, I could... feel... his dick. Moving. Moving. Inside. Like...
WAIT! OH! MY! FUCKING! GOD! His dick hit something inside me, and my body... erupted. "THERE!!" I roared. "THERE! DO THAT AGAIN!"
Liam dug in again, letting fly a shuddering roar himself. "Oh my GOD!" We yelled together. I didn't know what hit me. That icy core of pain was still there, but it suddenly was wrapped in fire deep inside me that started roaring up and down my body. It was... LIGHT. It was... FIRE. My innards blowing up in a series of fireworks that shook me to my core. Seeing lights. Feeling fire. Feeling... OH GOD!
Liam ruthless hit that spot. Again and again. Againandagain. Then he hauled back, "You like that? You like that shit?? How about THIS??!" He rammed his dick all the way inside me. I could fucking feel his pubes tangle in my ass hair. My body started fucking singing. I buried my face in the bedding below me, bit down and screamed my fucking head off.
Liam became a fucking animal, raping my hole like a Grizzley Bear. Slamming into me. Savage blows that made the whole bed jump. My howls forged into a repeated word: "YESYESYESYESYESYES!!"
Pleasure. Searing, explosive pleasure ripped my mind apart. There was nothing. Nothing but his dick. The heat of him inside me. The slamming as his entire body against my ass. Fire. Fire building. Building. Unlike anything. Anything.
And to my shock—my everlasting shock—I could feel that fire inside me go nuclear. My head pounding. A roar, fucking roar filling my ears. Fire in my balls. Fire FIRE FIRE SO FUCKING HOT IT...
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I fucking came. Harder than I ever came in my life. Not even touching my dick. I came so hard I was sure my cum splatter was shredding the sheets below me.
I pitched forward. Barely in control of my muscles.
But two amazing things. First, unlike what usually happened when shooting my load, the fire inside me only barely retreated. Holy fucking shit—it was like I was still cumming. Cumming everywhere. And second? Me blowing my load served to launch Liam into another gear I never knew existed.
He slammed on top of me, his hairy chest scouring my sweaty back. He snaked one arm underneath me to grab my chest, and grabbed my head with the other. And he smashed into me in an unending wave of savage, whole-body body slams. Skin on skin. Sweat on sweat.
Lost. I was entirely lost in the most violent fuck I'd ever experienced. My mind was going white. The roars in my head drowning out the roars I was screaming out my throat.
But it wasn't nearly enough for me.
The fire was still consuming me. I was out of my fucking mind. I was slamming back into him, needing that dick to rip me open. Fucking NEEDING it. His stubbled jaw raked me, shredding the back of my neck, rubbing me raw... but the pain was doused as he slobbered his mouth across me, too. God. His hairy arms, his hairy legs, scoured me as our bodies collided again and again. The bed bucking and shaking. Liam's bellows turned to barks, timed with each savage thrust. Again and again. Again and again. We were lost in need. Lost in hunger. Oh my Fucking God. No woman could have ever survived that assault.
Only a man would have screamed for more.
And all at once Liam's rhythm went wild. The brutal thrusts started going haywire. I could feel his hands clench, hard enough to leave welts. And he unleashed. Wave after wave of white-hot cum flooding me. Filling me. Making me his.
Oh God.
He was a mess, clutching onto me like I was the only thing keeping him from drowning. Unconsciously, he continued to thrust inside me. His face pressed against me, desperately gasping for breath.
But the fire inside me was still burning. The flood of sensations, feelings, passions... were still consuming me. As my vision started to clear, I bucked him off of me. God—even fully spent, he was the vision of a raw, sexual man. I didn't care about propriety. I didn't care about being "gay" or any other labels.
I just wanted more.
Without thinking I slammed him down, forcing as much of his dick down my gullet as I could. Fucking FUCK! The sharp scent of masculine musk had grown into something more vast, more all-consuming. A heady brew of balls, cum, sweat and ass. Man-sex. The rawest, most primal thing possible. I swallowed his dick down, swirling his cock in my mouth, eating him greedily. Even having blown his load, he was still thick and full.
But sensitive.
I could feel his body shudder and rebel against my oral assault, even though from his groans I could tell how fired up he still was.
Fine.
He had opened a door to a whole new world, and I could return the favor.
I pushed his legs back, and drove my face into his ass.
FUUUUUUUUUCK.
His ass was fucking amazing. I'd never really paid attention, never been so up close and personal with a man's butt before and the thrill sent a shiver down my spine. Unlike a woman's, his ass was squared off, but still rounded. Hardened muscle. Dusted with hair on his buttcheeks, which thickened into a forest around the base, especially around his bunghole.
I breathed in, and the primal scent of butt musk filled me. Rich and earthy. Sour. Mixed with sweat from his exertions. Masculine. The visceral sent of MAN.
I unleashed. An oral assault as vicious as the pounding he had just given me. Eating him. Mouth-raping him. My tongue everywhere. Making him feel alive. Making me feel alive. Sucking. Slurping. Stabbing. All the while making vulgar noises to shock the conscious. It was the most glorious, and gloriously nasty experience of my life. And the sounds Liam made were more amazing than a choir of angels. Although thoroughly spent, he somehow managed to swing his hand to my head and grind it into his backside with more vigor than I'd have thought possible. I fucking devoured him, and he screamed out his enthusiasm.
Enough.
The ass-scent drove me into a berserker fury. I needed him. Fucking needed him. I slid up his splayed body. His scent in my beard. He was panting as we lined up face to face, as hungry as I was. I laid down a sloppy kiss that nearly sucked up his face. Rough. Like men kiss. But I kept grinding my hips against his. Forcing his butt up. Forcing his legs apart. I pulled back from our kiss, coughed up the needed lube, and roughly smeared it on my throbbing dick. Mixing in any of the spent cum and sweat still smeared across my chest. He was staring at me. Those fucking eyes of his giving me a violent stare of crude male need.
I growled at him, right into his face, "Breathe."
And then I fucking speared him.
He threw his head back, a choked, strangled cry rattling in his face. "Breathe," I repeated. "Breathe. And know it gets better. The pain dies and you won't believe what happens. Buddy, I'm gonna rock your world."
With that I slammed my face against his again. We made out viciously, breaking only for gasped breaths. I slid down and savaged his neck. He was panting like a dog in heat as my tongue lapped him right behind the ear. His body shifted and twisted beneath me, and I could feel my dick split him open. He barked out a gasp. I started a small gyration, an infernal hula dance as his hips ground against mine. My kisses kept pummeling him, throwing him off guard. He was writhing now as the sensations kept coming...
And then I could feel his pucker start to relax. Ever so slightly. The death grip on my dick subsiding. And I started to slide in.
"Oh muh GAWWWWWWWW–!" Fuck. His ass was the tightest thing in the world. Impossibly tight. Gripping my dick harder than anything... FUUUCK. I needed that pressure. NEEDED that heat. NEEDED...
Liam's head threw back and he let loose a barbaric cry, like a thousand Vikings cresting a hill. I had hit his spot. He turned a terrifying glare at me, teeth clenched to cut through steel. And at that moment, all bets were off.
I was... somewhat sorry I hadn't been as patient as he had been, but we were well beyond that. We knew. We fucking knew. I started a hot, heavy pounding. My balls slapping against his ass as I drilled him. BAM. BAM. BAM.
Relentless. Our eyes locked, furious. Fire and unholy violence. God, his fucking eyes! Ripping straight into my soul. Looking at me as if to say, "That's all you got, motherfucker?"
BAM. BAM. BAM
His arms gripped me. One hand so tight I could feel his fingernails rip into my skin. He pulled me in for a vicious kiss again.
BAM. BAM. BAM
We barked out our need at each other.
BAM. BAM. BAM
Fuck it.
I reared back, lifting myself with my arms to give more leverage, and started fucking the shit out him.
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM
The sound of tanks colliding.
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM
A pride of lions tearing apart their prey.
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM
And I could see his body shift. See the reaction. See a fresh tidal wave of cum build in his balls as he lost control of his body. And in a flash, cum came shooting out like from a water cannon.
As he blew, his ass muscles bit down sharply on my dick. That was fucking it. I unloaded a hundred gallons of spunk deep into my new buddy's ass. Cumming so hard I swear I saw stars.
And I couldn't stop. I bit down, still pounding him, wildly throwing my body against his. The wetness of my spunk easing the friction. Fuck. I was fucking lost. Fucking lost. Still grinding. Whipping my cum inside him into a froth that slurred out Liam's ass. God I felt alive. More alive than I had ever felt in my life. King of the world. Fucking KING OF THE WORLD.
And then Liam reached up and roughly pulled me into him. He landed a full-on, open mouth kiss across me... so hard that I swear he drew blood.
I don't think I can tell you how hard it was leaving our room for the airport the next morning. Liam had fucking rocked my world to its fucking core, and in that wild night I think I had more sex than most people have on their entire honeymoon.
To leave all that...? To sit in a miserable airport...? Fuck. Mercifully, our spirits were high... it was like that time with my teammates back in high school when we won regionals.
Even so, the tedium and stress of finding a flight home did wear us down. We finally got settled, gave a little prayer that our luggage would ultimately find us, and headed out. We didn't sit near each other on the flight, which gave me some much-needed time to reflect on everything that happened.
God. What did I think about what happened? Yeah, I needed time for reflection away from him... the goddman bastard was too in my mind. Shit, I swear I could almost still smell him in my beard...
No. Shit. Think, Sam.
Sure, in the moment, that was the best thing ever. A whirlwind of feelings—emotions and physical sensations—that I never knew were possible. Shaking me to my core, in the best possible way.
But... c'mon, I'm not gay! I've never been gay. Was that even real? Were we both lonely, broken idiots looking to grab onto something, anything, to make us feel better? Were we just living in the moment? Giving the universe that had so poorly used us a big middle finger?
And now what? I mean, how could Liam—how could any of this—fit into my life?
Shit. By the end of our flight, I was back to feeling... raw. More than a little scared. Shit. What had I done?
We met up again at baggage claim. To our surprise, both our bags made it safely, one of the few things to have gone right in this sucky odyssey.
He saw me, and his eyes brightened for a second. But, I think like me, he was aware of all the complications. I could see him as he steeled himself, and walked over. Looking at me. God, his eyes. His fucking eyes.
Neither of us knew what to say.
"So Sam, I guess this is it."
"Yeah. I mean... ...yeah."
Pause.
Shit.
"Say, Liam..."
"...yeah...?
"...I just... I mean... Um, thanks. Thank you. For... everything. It was a crap couple of days, but you... and it was... well, you know."
He reflexively glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah."
Pause.
"And hey. I know we both have to clean up a lot of shit and all. But maybe... do you want to trade contact info? For when things settle down? I mean, just to hang out? Totally no pressure. I mean... maybe, if you're into it, we could, you know, like catch a game or something...?"
Liam smiled. And God damn those eyes of his smiled with him. "Yeah man. I'd really like that."
I smiled, too. And yeah... I felt fucking warm inside.
There was a pause as Liam started to fish around for his phone. Then, surprisingly, he got very still. He looked down. I was afraid, afraid of what he might say...
"Fuck it. Sam, can I ask you something? Both our Christmas plans are ruined. We both know it. We know we know it. Do you wanna... Shit. Do you wanna come home with me? No pressure... we don't have to do... anything. Nothing fancy. Just, try to make something out of the last remaining bits of the holiday?"
My stomach had butterflies. Fucking butterflies. And looking into his eyes, they all fucking took off at once and turned into fucking fireworks and my fucking entire body was on fire.
I leaned in and growled. "Please tell me there will be sex."
"OhmyfuckingGodyes!"
"YES!" I said as I pumped my fist. "Look. We both tried being nice, and it fucking sucked. I say it's time for naughty!"
"Merry fucking Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas fucking!" I corrected.
"Call a car before I throw you over a bench right here!"
And so it was, I went over to Liam's place, horny as alley cats and trying to discreetly feel each other up in the back of the cab while "Deck the Halls" played on the radio.
The funny thing—once there, I never really left.
For a time, we worried about what our friends and family would make of it, but in the end they were surprisingly good with it. Hell, at this point I think my mom likes Liam better than me.
A few months ago, Annaleigh called, wanting to meet and "finally put things to rest between us." I politely declined her offer, assured her I had never been happier, and wished her well. All things considered, I truly meant it.
But enough. I have to go. You see, that first Christmas together sparked a tradition for Liam and I for Christmas weekend, and one that I'm very much interested in continuing. I can't fucking wait.
So let me close with "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
...I know my night is gonna be fantastic...
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