Better Than Another Man (8 page)

I wasn’t sure about that.

“You’re pretty good at that,” he complimented, tossing the towel aside.

“Me? Look who’s talking!” I exclaimed. “You just gave me the best blow job I’ve ever experienced in my whole life!” Were we really having this conversation? “Who knew a guy could do that better than a chick.”

The corner of Carey’s mouth drew up, adorably if not arrogantly, as if he knew just how skilled he was. “And who would know how to please a man better than another man?” he responded.

I nodded. “I guess I never really thought about it that way before.”

“You’ve never thought about any of this before,” he stated.

“True.”

“Why do you think lesbians are so good at canoe licking?”

I snorted at his wording.

“Because they know exactly what other women want.”

I was good at licking pussy too, and I wasn’t a chick. But this probably wasn’t the right moment to tell him that.

“Same goes for guys. I know what I like, so I can suck
your
cock just right.”

He had that right. My loins tingled just thinking about the pleasure he’d just given me.

Carey kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m gonna go change.”

I stood in the kitchen and tucked myself back into my jeans, zipping up, trying to ignore the cold chill of some emotion I did not wish to name that had yet again taken up residence across the top of my shoulders.

Chapter Seven

We decided to spend the afternoon throwing the football around. We hadn’t done that in years. It was Carey’s idea. It occurred to me that it might be his way of trying to remind me how much I used to love playing ball, still hoping I would go into coaching and follow him to Chicago.

We went out for supper and ended our evening watching TV in Carey’s bed, with the nice clean sheets. He had the bigger bed, the larger flat screen and the drawer full of supplies.

I’d already decided over dinner that I wanted to reciprocate. He’d given me so much and I felt like I wasn’t holding my end of this—dare I call it—relationship. I wanted to show him how much I loved him, too, in the only ways that I could.

We both showed up to the party naked this time—why bother with the pretence? I paid him back, for starters, by giving him a rub down, just as he’d done for me the night before. It turned me on touching him that way. He had a great body, hard and well muscled in all the right places. He hadn’t let any of his parts slide when he gave up playing ball. Of course, I hadn’t given his body much notice until now.

I liked the little grunts and groans of contentment he made under my manipulative hands.

Carey reached behind and directed my cock into the shallowest part of his ass, just the hollow where it met his tailbone. I slid back and forth, skin against skin. “Why don’t you put some lube on?” he suggested lightly.

I went into his goodie drawer and pulled out the tube. I spread the gel all over my dick and ran my thumb partially into his crack. He liked that, raising his hips slightly at the unexpected action. I resumed the motion, the emollient making us slip over each other effortlessly. I began to sweat. My breathing spiked, and knowing that I was excited gave me hope that I might be able to do some of what I hoped to do for him.

Carey shifted, coming up on his knees. I swallowed hard as the head of my dick slid down to his butt hole. I wasn’t sure.

I grabbed my cock and drew the tip over his tight hole again and again. He pushed backward very gently against me, the slipperiness making me slide fractionally into him. He moaned deeply and I froze.

I panicked. “I can’t, Care.” I backed away and got off the bed.

Carey turned over. His cock was fully erect and needy. “It’s okay. I wasn’t going to let you in anyway. As much as I love you, I don’t know where you’ve been.” He grinned, easing my distress, somewhat. “Actually, I do,” he amended, taking the condoms from the drawer. He tore at the corner of the foil packet and rolled a rubber onto his dick in one fluid motion.

“Come here.” He gestured.

Like a dutiful child I obeyed. He cleaned the lubricant from me and rolled a condom on me. Carey lubed us both back up and stood, positioning himself behind me.

“Lean over,” he said, huskily.

I started to protest.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” he promised, kissing my shoulder. He skimmed his hands over my back, his fingers digging into my hips and the meaty roundness of my ass, in an attempt to relax me. But I was clenched up tight.

He kissed his way down my spine, trying to coax me to bend. “We won’t do that tonight, okay? Just relax or better yet, let me show you how.”

Carey skimmed his lubricated thumb down my ass, making my hole slippery. He toyed around, running his fingers over me, letting me get used to his touch. He tapped lightly, which I liked very much, and circled, sometimes exerting a little pressure or not, keeping my mind confused about what he might do next.

“Wanna try a butt plug?” he suggested, lightly. I tensed. “I have beginner size.”

I shook my head. This was quite enough.

“Can I come in? Just a little. Stop me whenever you want.”

I nodded. The tip of Carey’s middle finger breached and then was gone. He ran his other hand comfortingly over my lower back. He penetrated again, a little deeper, then withdrew. I wasn’t sure whether I liked it or not.

“Relax, Bry.”

Carey inserted all the way up to his second knuckle. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. I believed that was my biggest fear, that it would hurt. I couldn’t imagine there being any pleasure there whatsoever. He gave me a little sample of what the in and out action might be like as he reached around and pumped his fist on my cock at the same time. Now
that
felt good.

The next time he entered me, he used his thumb. It was thicker and shorter, of course, stretching me a little more, but slipping in easily, now that he’d loosened me up a little and I had relaxed, somewhat. He pressed against my prostate. The pressure there felt incredible, then he withdrew altogether. I found it encouraging that I still had a hard-on. That was a good sign—I wasn’t limp, as I’d feared I might be when the butt play began.

“How’d that feel?”

I didn’t know what to say. I shrugged a shoulder. I still wasn’t really sure that this was my thing. “It didn’t hurt.”

Carey must have taken that as encouragement. He slipped his thumb back in and out several times. With each plunge he stimulated me from the inside while tugging my dick. A feeling like I’d never experienced before started to build. It was almost like it wasn’t about my cock at all. For a guy it’s all about getting off, and the penis is the focus. But there was a charged tension concentrated deep in my pelvis and expanding.

Suddenly my testicles tightened and the sensation grew so intense that I was going to ask him to stop, when I realised I was rocking backward begging for more. Everything in me pounded as my muscles spasmed internally and I exploded in the most powerful orgasm of my life.

I shuddered, pushing my ass against Carey’s hand, impaling myself as wave after wave shook me. He curved around me, his chest against my back holding me as I calmed. He withdrew from my body.

I moved, and he straightened so that I could too. I turned, needing him. “That was amazing,” I whispered, kissing him in unbridled awe. His dick was so stiff, it jutted into me sharply.

“Do you think you could do that to me?” he asked, coming up for air, his voice sounding forced.

I had no idea but I moved behind him and had him lean over the bed. I made my fingers slippery and caressed his tight hole, allowing my fingertip to slip into him.

He exhaled heavily, a sign that he liked it. I pushed in a little deeper.

“Mmm, that’s good, Bry,” he encouraged. I plunged all the way in, with his encouragement. “Oh yeah, wiggle your finger, Bry…Ohh, yes, that’s right.” He breathed. “In and out…”

I did as he instructed. I felt his body jerking and although I couldn’t see, I knew that he had his fist wrapped around his cock and he’d begun to jack off. I tried to keep him satisfied from my end.

“What does it feel like?” I asked, continuing. “I mean, when it’s more than just a thumb?”

“Ahh,” he moaned. “I want it to be you!” he panted. It made me wish that I could, all the more.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“At first, a little. But once you are prepared properly and you learn to relax and not tense up, it feels like nothing you’ve ever known before. It fills you up. Oh, God, Bry, fill me up!” Carey demanded. I did the best I could for him. I inserted another well-slicked finger and quickened the pace, trying to keep time with his tugging. I didn’t seem to be satisfying him. I tried inserting my thumb as he’d done to me but I was just inept, clumsy.

“Tell me what it feels like, Care. Explain to me what it would it feel like to you if I had my cock inside you right now.” He moaned at my demand.

I glanced over at the drawer just as he looked over his shoulder at me.

“Do you think you could use that on me?”

“I don’t know.”

He reached over and pulled out an enormous black dildo.

“It’s huge!” I balked.

“You just have to remember you can’t go in as deep as in a vagina.”

Carey took the thing in his hand and absolutely slathered it with lube, then handed it back to me.

He chuckled—I assumed at the dumb look I must have had on my face. Carey kissed me. That always seemed to work me back up again. At least with him, it did. And by the time he released my mouth, I was panting after him.

Carey bent back over the bed, thrusting his ass in my direction. I fed the fake penis between his butt cheeks and teased his rear with the tip.

“Tell me.” I demanded, needing to know what it felt like.

“You’d be dripping with lubricant, that’s when it’s best, for both the giver and the receiver.”

I squeezed a little more on, for good measure. “Relax.”

“You’d rub the soft head of your dick against my asshole and ever so slowly penetrate, until you’ve inserted the whole tip, right up to the rim of the crown.”

I did as he directed and he made a strange sound. I froze, thinking I’d hurt him.

“Mmm,” he breathed, opening his stance, and then I knew he was okay.

“What would it be like from my end?”

“Oh, God, it’s ten times better than the tightest pussy you’ve ever had.”

That might be interesting. “Back to you.”

“You really feel the head,” he said. “It’s almost like a hard knot, but the pressure is incredible. Right now, it’s sending shock waves of tingling electricity right up my spine.”

That sounded good so far.

“I’d get a huge amount of pleasure from the feel of your cock going through my sphincter, breaching the tight rings of muscle, for the first time.” He groaned. “Enjoying the feeling as it slips deeper inside.”

“Go slow until you’ve loosened me up some. Your enormous cock would stretch me. The more I relax, the better.”

I sank the prosthetic a little deeper, slowly, inch by inch.

“Oh, fuck, yes! That feels awesome! Going deeper, the pressure increases. There are so many nerve-endings in the butt, being stimulated… Unh!” he panted. He started yanking on his dick. “Pump it, Bry.”

I did so.

“Broad strokes, that’s right”

“You know what it feels like, that delicious sensation that builds when you are about to ejaculate? All those juices flowing and hurtling, needing to get out?” His voice sounded rough and jerky, strained, as he tried to vocalize while enjoying the pleasure that he was attempting to explain. “Just think of the walls inside your ass being stimulated, like I did to you before with my thumb, at the same time the heaviness builds as you’re being filled. It’s so intense, gut-wrenching…rushing through my whole body.”

He pushed backward, taking even more than I’d inserted.

“And then there’s this release of pure euphoria as you feel the length of the shaft sliding in and out, stirring every nerve you can imagine.”

Carey went silent, his breathing hitched, and he moaned deep inside his chest.

“You don’t know how much I wish it was you!” He gritted.

Carey’s body stiffened and I actually felt the tremor he was experiencing go through the rubber schlong. He roared as the climax claimed him, his entire frame convulsing.

I slowed and pulled out and he turned around to face me. I had to smile at the look of appreciation on his face. He kissed me, but when he pulled away, I didn’t know what to do with my hands.

“I’ll be right back,” I said turning, embarrassed.

It wasn’t until later, when we were cozied back up in bed that I realised how quiet he was. But my mind was racing too.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah. You?” His remote tone said more.

“Are you angry with me?”

“No, why should I be?”

“I don’t know. You just seem…distant.”

“I don’t mean to be.”

“But?”

“But I don’t want to get hurt again,” he said slowly.

My heart stopped. “I won’t hurt you.”

“This isn’t the kind of relationship for you and me…”

I sat up to look at him. He did the same.

“We just started…”

“I can’t put myself back there again,” he finished.

“What are you talking about?” I thought that I’d pleased him. Somewhat.

“You know how much I love you.”

“I love you too. That’s what this is all about.”

“No, Bryan. This isn’t new for me, these feelings. I have always loved you. And not just as a friend. I’m in love with you.”

My heart started to pound in my chest. I should have been elated, but I felt like this wasn’t a good thing in his opinion, and I was afraid he might try something stupid again, if this didn’t work out.

“And no, you can wipe that worried look right off your face. I won’t try that again. I have too much to live for. But I also know you, inside and out, and as much as I want this, more than anything in the world, actually, I know in my heart that this isn’t you.”