The Boy Who Came in From the Cold (34 page)

He was gay.

 

“God,” Gabe moaned. “Todd, I’m trying not to take advantage of you, but there’s only so far you can push me.”

“Dammit, Gabe. I want this. Can’t you tell?”

“You do?”

Oh, God, Gabe!
He took Gabe’s hand and pressed it against his crotch, letting Gabe feel his hardness.

 

“Oh God,” Gabe groaned.

Todd dropped his hand into Gabe’s lap and yes-yes-yes! He was hard. This was real. No fumbling. No doubts. Gabe’s mouth fell open and his breath was coming in quick, deep pants. And his mouth was so sexy. So real. And none of that damn, slimy lipstick.

Todd began to stroke the hard tube of flesh in Gabe’s pants and the man moaned again…

 

“Oh Todd.”

… and had anything ever felt so sexy? It was like with Austin but so, so much better, even though he couldn’t really get to the man’s cock. Gabe gripped back and Todd thought he would cum in his pants he was so excited. Nothing had ever felt this amazing, and they didn’t even have their clothes off.

“Gabe,” he said, voice horse. “I think we need to go upstairs now. I don’t want my first time to be in your car.”

 

T
HEY made it upstairs. Barely.

 

They flung off their coats and Todd practically climbed up Gabe’s body.
God, he’s so big
, Todd thought. Huge. Everywhere.

Gabe spun around and all but slammed Todd against the door. Kissed him hard, mouths wide, tongues fighting, teeth clashing.
And I thought sex was boring?
Todd would have laughed, but he couldn’t with Gabe’s tongue so far into his mouth. Gabe tasted like spices and wine and sweet coffee, and wasn’t it wild that even that was sexy?

Todd didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. He only knew he was going to do this—
Am I really going to do this?
—and he was harder than he’d ever been in his life.

Gabe began to suck at Todd’s neck and his head fell to the side, giving the man access. He moaned in pleasure, only to realize Gabe was moaning too. Gabe was pulling at his shirt, yanking it out from where it had been tucked, and then his hands were sliding up inside, up his torso and chest. Gabe’s hands felt amazing against his skin, and he thrust his crotch forward to meet Gabe’s. Hard. He was pressing his hardness along Gabe’s. The man was turned on. The man wanted him.

How many times had he wondered if Joan only had sex with him because that was what they were supposed to do. She never seemed that enthused—
Any less than me?
—but Gabe! Gabe wanted him. The hardon left no doubt. And who knew just pressing your cock up against another man’s cock could be so frigging hot?

Gabe pulled back suddenly, his eyes wild, but lids heavy. “Last chance,” Gabe gasped.
“For what?” Todd managed, breathing labored.

“To get out of this,” Gabe said, locking eyes with him.

“Are you crazy?” Todd asked, and once more tried to crawl up the man. Gabe put his arms around him, lifted him, and Todd wrapped his legs around Gabe’s waist, felt the man’s hardness against his ass. Gabe let out a long groan and then hefted Todd higher so that his spread cheeks were bumping Gabe’s tummy, and the man began to carry him down the hall, kissing him the whole way.

Let’s see Joan do this!
They reached the door, lurched through it, and then Gabe was practically throwing Todd onto the bed—that vast bed Todd had thought about so much in the last few days. Gabe stood, yanked his shirt off over his head, at least two buttons flying into the air. He

wasn’t wearing anything under it and there was that massive chest—as big as Todd’s favorite weightlifters from his magazines—
and look at that eight pack. That tight tiny navel
. Todd gasped at the sight. So hot. So beautiful. Gabe’s nipples were small and hard and only slightly darker than his skin, and Todd found his mouth watering, wanting to taste them.

Gabe fell on him, kissing him again, and Todd felt his own cock growing harder and harder. It almost hurt. Like the skin could split he was so hard and he suddenly, desperately wanted to get his pants off. He reached down, trying to get his hands between him and Gabe so he could open them. Before he could, Gabe grabbed his wrists and pinned them high and to the side. He kissed down Todd’s neck, down his chest, sucked and nipped at one of Todd’s nipples. Todd surged up against that mouth, tried to get away, pressed back again. He could feel his skin crawling with pleasure.

I fought this? I fought this! Was I insane?
(
“You a faggot or something?”
)
Yeah, you asshole. I think I just might be one after all.

Somehow the thought only made Todd harder. Made him smile. Made him happy that what was happening would sicken his stepfather. He almost wished the man could see.

Gabe began to lick and kiss up Todd’s left arm and then buried his face in Todd’s pit. Todd squealed in delight, laughed—
it tickles so!
—because it felt oh so good.

Gabe ran his kisses and tongue down Todd’s arm, across his chest (making sure to suck on the other nipple) and then up his other arm, sucking and licking his other armpit.

Then Gabe was kissing him, releasing Todd’s arms. Todd wrapped them around Gabe, ran his hands down Gabe’s unbelievably muscular back. So smooth. So hard. So alive. He could feel the muscles moving, flexing. So real.

“Oh, Todd. I want you so bad.”

 

“Me too,” Todd said, and marveled that he was saying it aloud. Admitting it to the both of them.

Gabe stood and shuffled a moment. Todd heard clunking, knew the man was kicking off his shoes. Then Gabe unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and they fell to the floor, leaving him standing in a pair of his sexy underwear. Todd recognized them—figured he probably had some pictures of them on his laptop—but who cared? It was the huge tubular bulge that was what was so damned hot.

Why hadn’t he been able to tell Austin how hot his cock was?
Won’t make that mistake again
.

 

“You are so fucking hot,” Todd grunted.

“Not me.
You
,” Gabe said, and scooped him up again and literally tossed him right into the center of the bed.
Gabe started to crawl back on top of him, but Todd shook his head. “No. I want to touch
you
.”

He pushed against the mountain of one of Gabe’s pecs, an immovable object for sure, but the man relented and rolled onto his back. Todd leaned up on one arm and looked over the length of the man next to him. He had never seen anything so sexy in his life. Anything so gorgeous. That handsome face, beautiful eyes, sweet mouth. Todd’s eyes traveled down Gabe’s body, the plains of muscles, oceans of flawless skin, and then the huge erection filling the man’s tiny underwear. It was throbbing, actually lifting the band of the underwear with each pulse. Todd lay his other hand in the center of Gabe’s smooth chest, marveled at the feel of the warm flesh—God, it was so smooth. So hard. How could human flesh be so hard? It wasn’t at all soft like Joan’s breasts—ran his fingers everywhere, touching, skimming, pinching at the nipples—all of it making Gabe jump—and then down, down—
Oh God, this is it!
—to finally grasp Gabe’s cock.

“Oh, God,” moaned the big man, and Todd felt a thrill of excitement. Gabe was really turned on. He wasn’t faking it. Todd kissed him, kissed him hard, pushing his tongue into Gabe’s mouth and tangling it with his. Gabe had the tiniest bit of stubble on his lip, and it felt so different from any kiss Todd had ever experienced. But it felt really good.

Gabe moaned again, and then abruptly, he was pushing Todd back onto the bed and pulling himself on top of him, covering Todd with his massive, comforting, safe masculinity. He could feel Gabe’s cock, grinding into his thigh. Something wild ripped through Todd’s chest as he looked up into Gabe’s face. It was scary and exciting.

I’m gay
, thought Todd.
No doubt about it. Not straight. And no, little girl, I’m not bi.

I’m gay.
A thrill raced down Todd’s spine at the inner words.
Gay. I’m gay!

Not even homosexual.
Gabe leaned down to kiss him, but Todd stopped him. “Wait!” Gabe sat up, freeing Todd. He looked desperately disappointed.

Todd smiled. He began to unbuckle his own belt, and Gabe smiled back and helped him slide his pants down and off his legs. Todd blushed, shy suddenly, seeing that Gabe was looking down at his erection, which tented out his underwear. But the lust in Gabe’s eyes dispelled any shyness. He felt a rush of affection and gratitude and a deep need to give back just a little of what Gabe had given him. He lifted his ass off the mattress and squirmed out of his underwear. His hard-on sprang out. He dropped his hands and spread them to his sides, offering Gabe whatever he wished.

“Oh, Todd.”
“It’s not as big as yours,” Todd whispered.

“Todd, it’s huge.” Gabe leaned down and kissed his face, his chest, and then his belly and then…. Gabe reached his cock, grasped it in his fist, kissed the head of it, and as he took it into his mouth, they both let out long moans. “Hot cock,” he murmured, releasing Todd’s erection for a moment. “Fantastic, beautiful cock.”

Beautiful? He said my dick is beautiful? A penis can be beautiful? Of course it can
, he realized. How could he deny it? He’d known the truth forever but had avoided it somehow.

Pleasure raced through Todd in a huge wave. Gabe’s mouth was so smooth and warm and wet. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. Gabe’s tongue flexed and rolled over and down Todd’s shaft, sending sparks of pleasure all through him. He looked down and watched his cock disappear and then reappear from Gabe’s face. Strangely, it didn’t decrease his masculinity at all. If anything, it made him look even more masculine. That manly face bobbing up and down on his hard cock was one of the most exciting things Todd had ever seen. No, it
was
the most exciting. And what was crazy great was that he could see Gabe was getting as much pleasure from sucking him as he was getting from being sucked. He was enjoying it. He was getting off. Gabe was loving sucking his erection and loving Todd’s reactions. This was what oral sex was supposed to be. Not something you were supposed to do, but something you wanted to do. Not furtive and rushed, but deliberate and pleasurable for both lovers.