The Boy Who Came in From the Cold (35 page)

What would it be like to do the same to Gabe’s? What would it feel like? Taste like? Would it be pleasurable? The idea didn’t repulse Todd; it made him so hot he felt like he might cum.

“Gabe,” he panted.
Gabe stopped sucking and looked up.
“Kiss me.”

Gabe leaned up and pressed his mouth against Todd’s. They kissed for the longest time. And then Todd pulled back. He smiled up at Gabe, and then, as Gabe had done, began to kiss first his mouth and face, and then move slowly downward, scootching down the mattress as he did. He’d explored the man with his eyes, touched him, and now he was doing so with his mouth. The skin was so smooth and silky, yet it covered a body that was so hard. He reached a nipple, kissed it, then began to suck it, gently at first and then harder. Gabe cried out, and Todd felt goose bumps rocket over his arms and shoulders.

He released the nipple and moved under and over to suck in the other one. As Gabe moaned, gooseflesh again shot out over Todd, this time well down onto his back.
Yes!
he thought.
This is the way it’s supposed to feel.
Making love to another human being is supposed to feel as good as having them make love to you.

Todd pushed up and guided Gabe so that the man fell on his back once more. Todd began to kiss and lick Gabe’s entire pectoral, marveling at its size. It was so sexy. Gabe’s chest was so strong. Pleasure washed over Todd and several times he thought he was about to cum, even though the only friction his leaping cock received was as it pressed against Gabe’s body. He’d never felt like this before.

Todd kept moving down, feeling Gabe’s hard cock rubbing his body and then finally, there it was, in Todd’s face, straining those underwear, trying to get out. He pulled on the top of them, and down, and Gabe’s erection burst out to meet him. The skin of his hard-on was stretched so tight it was shiny. The meaty head—circumcised, just like in Todd’s dream—flared out much more than Todd’s. It was very wet, and there was an enormous droplet of clear liquid balling up at its tip. After a second or so, it began to slowly slide down the thick shaft. The balls were large and hung low in a nearly hairless sack—
mine are so hairy compared to his.
Todd took them in his hand, holding the elastic band of the underwear back by catching it under them. He weighed and fondled them. Gabe moaned again. Shivers of pleasure continued to roll over Todd, and his toes curled tightly in response. So fucking hot. And then there was the scent of Gabe. It was so strong and rich. It was the smell of sweat and soap and precum. It was the smell of man.

Todd’s mouth began to flood with saliva, and he knew the moment had come. He wouldn’t chicken out this time. Wouldn’t run. He had nothing to be afraid of. No reason to run. This was where he wanted to be and what he wanted to do.

He kissed the cock, wetting his lips in the precum. Gabe cried out in pleasure.

 

“Todd, are you sure?”

Todd laughed. “I’m sure,” he said, and kissed it again.
It’s so hot. Like it’s on fire.
“Your cock is so warm,” Todd said. And it was so hard. He kissed it again, and then stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the shaft. It was nothing like he’d expected. It tasted vaguely sweet and salty at the same time. He shut his eyes.
Do it,
he told himself.
You want to.

Taste Gabe. Taste him like you’ve been taught.

Then Todd licked the shaft again, but this time he lapped up the new dollop of precum from the slash across the cock’s tip. It was so thick and warm. Todd ran his tongue all over the large head, cleaning it thoroughly and covering it with spit. It was incredibly smooth. As smooth as glass. The flavor of Gabe’s cock and natural lubrication saturated Todd’s tongue and he groaned in pleasure. For one blazing moment, he once more thought he was going to cum, but somehow didn’t. Then he opened wide and took the head in. Deep moans passed from both of them as for the first time in Todd’s life, he took a penis into his mouth. Then, completely out of control, his head began to bob up and down on Gabe’s cock and his hips began to thrust against Gabe’s leg. He couldn’t stop. He rose higher and higher on the waves of sensation, and suddenly—

“Todd! Stop! I’m going to…!”

—both cocks exploded in orgasm, Gabe’s cum jetting and filling Todd’s mouth to overflowing and Todd’s covering Gabe’s muscular calf.

Todd thought he was passing out from the pleasure. The pleasure of cumming and the erotic sensation of Gabe’s cock throbbing in his mouth—he could actually feel the semen jetting up its length—and then across his tongue, into his mouth, and before Todd even knew he was doing it, he was swallowing it down. He didn’t even have time to register what had happened, no time to be afraid—only to absorb what he’d done afterward.

Never had anything felt so good, so sexy, so powerful, so… right. Todd was feeling everything he’d ever wanted to feel.

As he collapsed, the heavy taste of Gabe blazing across his tongue—so thick and musky—the pounding of his heart, and his swimming in a sea of sensation, he knew that being with Gabe was what sex was supposed to feel like. Fantastic. It was everything his classmates had talked about. The earthquakes and fireworks were all there. He felt like he was floating on clouds.

This is why Joan had seemed so wrong to him. There wasn’t anything wrong with her. Girls just weren’t right for him. Straight men loved everything he had hated about her. The guys back home hadn’t lied. They did like sex with women, and it wasn’t boring to them, as hard as that was to believe. But the problem was that he had been with the wrong sex. Trying so hard not to be what his stepfather despised, he’d cut himself off from what he’d always needed. Sex was great.

He just needed to be with a man.
This was no choice. He hadn’t chosen this.
This….
Todd grinned.
This had chosen him!

Somehow he found the strength to roll over onto his side and up into Gabe’s muscular arms to snuggle onto his fabulous body. He felt so content. Suddenly the snow and the fact that he didn’t have an apartment didn’t seem important anymore. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but one thing he did know.

His life was finally beginning.

T
ODDwoke up to Gabe’s mouth. It surrounded his cock, and it was totally amazing. He moaned in pleasure and looked down on the incredible hotness of Gabe sucking him. Did anything in the universe look as sexy as that?

Then Gabe looked up at him, eyes filled with lust.
Now what?
Todd wondered. And on the tail of that:
Bring it on
.

Gabe got the message and straddled him. He spit heavily into his hand and then reached behind him.
What’s he doing?
Todd wondered, watching Gabe’s chest and shoulder flex. Gabe’s eyes were flickering, little gasps escaping his lips.

Todd’s eyes widened when he got it. Just in time to feel Gabe sliding something down his cock.
Condom. He’s putting a condom on me.
He’d no sooner acknowledged that when he felt his cock nudge and then force its way into Gabe. Gabe shut his eyes tight, stopped, gasped, gave a grunt, and then Todd’s cock was surrounded, gripped by an incredible warmth.

So tight. My God—so tight.

 

They both cried out together and then Todd felt even more of himself slide into his lover.

 

My lover. Gabe is my lover!

Then Gabe’s ass settled firmly against the base of Todd’s cock. Gabe shifted and then laid his hands on Todd’s chest, let his thumbs run through the patch of hair that grew there. “God I love your chest. The hair,” Gabe said softly.

Todd laughed. “I love yours,” he said. “I love how smooth it is.” Like the men in Todd’s magazines. He laughed again.
How the fuck did I deny this? How did Ipretend I wasn’t gay?

(“
It don’t make no sense a boy your age having so many of these. You a faggot or something
?”)

 

He’d told his stepfather he just used the magazines for exercise tips. Todd laughed again.
How did I not know?

 

“What’s so funny?” Gabe asked, looking down at him with those country-sky-blue eyes.

 

“Nothing,” Todd said. “I’m just happy.”

 

Gabe grinned. “Then let’s see what this does.” And he began to rise and fall, letting his ass grip and squeeze Todd’s cock.

Todd thought he would die from the pleasure. He’d just cum— well, who knew how long ago. A minute? Ten? An hour? He’d be out—and yet he knew it wouldn’t take long to cum a second time.

Gabe moaned, and God, he wasn’t just doing this for Todd. Gabe was enjoying it. It was making him feel good to fuck himself on Todd’s cock. Something about prostates? He’d read that, right? The one or two times he’d dared skim a gay-sex story online.

Gabe was muttering to himself, moaning, bobbing ever faster, those miles and miles of muscles shifting and flexing. Todd reached up, grabbed those pecs, squeezed them, felt them move under his hands.
So hot. So fucking hot.

Gabe rode him longer and harder and faster, all of it somehow lasting and lasting, and then finally Todd knew it was almost over. He was going to orgasm again. “Gabe!” he cried and Gabe’s eyes flew open, looked down into Todd’s, and he quickly grabbed his own cock. Then Todd was cumming, and Gabe must have already been close because with only a few strokes, long ropes of semen were jetting out of him, rising and landing in long splashes on Todd’s chest. It only made Todd cum harder at the feeling and the sight.

His vision went black for a moment, and then, slowly, as the orgasm quieted, Todd opened his eyes again to see wavering spots and the face of his love. The man was looking at him with tired eyes and smiling and saying something… what was it?

“I love you, Todd.”
The words were total joy.
“I love you too,” Todd said.

Then they curled up together, and Todd drifted off with the tickle of Gabe’s breath against his neck.

 

Chapter 18

 

T
HEY were at the five-story building that housed the storage lockers, and Todd was in heaven. It was a pleasure to watch. It was all Gabe could do not to laugh in joy.

Todd pointed at the rickety bed. “Will we need this?” he said, eyes sparkling.

Gabe knew he should say yes. According to that book Peter had given him about limerence, taking Todd to his bed could be a bad thing. Especially so fast. It was such a stereotypically lesbianish thing to do. One night of sex—some of the best sex he’d ever had but one of night of sex to be sure—was pretty fast to tell Todd to leave his own bed in storage.

But when he looked into Todd’s beautiful face, those huge doelike eyes, Gabe knew he couldn’t refuse him. And after all, they weren’t getting rid of the bed. If worse came to worse, they could retrieve it.

But Gabe was going to go on instinct this time—going with what Peter had taught him. This wasn’t just limerence. What he was feeling wasn’t just some kind of uncontrolled state of mind. It was more than hormones. It was more than romantic attraction. This time he didn’t need another person to return his feelings. He was just happy that it was true.

This was love. He had to believe that.
“Let’s store the bed for now. Then think about making a guest room later.”