Jory Strong: Two Spirits

“What? Don’t return the favor?” Trey asked, rubbing his thumb against the tip of Tenino’s penis, tightening his grip, pumping, the foreskin heightening the sensation and making Tenino moan.

Liquid heat pooled in Tenino’s belly, his testicles. His buttocks flexed, his thighs bunched. He trembled with urgent need as Trey tormented him, proving the saying that payback was hell—though in this case, it was torturous ecstasy.

Tenino hunched over and scraped his fingernails over Trey’s much lighter skin. He commanded. Threatened. Finally begged as Trey did to him what he’d done moments earlier, took him to the edge of release time and time again, only to make him wait as the lust returned, built, became a raging inferno leaving him convinced he’d die if he didn’t come.

He nearly passed out when Trey relented, couldn’t have controlled the violent jerks of his hips or held back his shout of victory if he’d wanted to. He might not have managed to collapse onto the couch if he hadn’t been standing next to it.

“Damn,” Tenino said, arms going around Trey, shifting so Trey lay on top of him, their mouths nearly touching. “You sure you’ve never been with a man before?”

“I think it’s something I’d remember,” Trey said.

Tenino grinned, loving the way Trey blushed just enough to make him look adorable, loving the way Trey was sensitive, maybe even a little shy, without being the least bit feminine.

He couldn’t resist lifting his head, pressing his mouth to Trey’s, coaxing Trey’s lips into parting, his tongue into coming out to play. He didn’t usually like being on the bottom, didn’t typically let himself be fucked, but as the heat built between them, Tenino knew he’d let Trey go where few other men had gone, he’d let Trey take him anally because what he wanted with Trey transcended the physical. What he wanted from Trey originated in the soul. He wanted a spirit mate, a forever lover.

Tenino’s hands glided over Trey’s back, stroking, caressing, putting into touch what was too early to put into words. His legs widened, his cock hardened to rub against Trey’s.

It was a guilty, probably perverse pleasure, but he loved a circumcised cock when it came to a lover. He just didn’t want to be a circumcised lover himself.

“I’d ask if that was okay for you,” Trey said, laughter in his voice, “but you’re looking very pleased with yourself. You remind me of one of my students whose gotten away with something and can barely stand to keep it to himself.”

“One of your students, huh? Tell you what, if you get a wild hair to pull out the paddle and play teacher, I’m going to pull out the cuffs and play cop.”

He laughed when Trey reddened. But Tenino’s cock hardened completely when Trey said, “That’s the second time you’ve mentioned cuffing me. Do you… I mean… Is that something you like to do in the bedroom?”

Images of having Trey completely at his mercy pressed in on Tenino. Until he’d met Trey, bondage hadn’t gotten much screen-time in his repertoire of fantasies to jerk off to. But now…

Tenino looked at the blond Adonis above him, shivered at the feel of the hot body lying along the length of his. He didn’t need to see or be a shrink to figure out why cuffing Trey really appealed to him. The thought of Trey leaving, going back to his life somewhere else made a knot of cold dread form in Tenino’s chest.

Trey’s expression changed to a mix of hesitancy and budding confidence, mischief and carnal intent. It mesmerized Tenino so he didn’t realize what Trey was up to until Trey’s fingers encircled both of their penises, held them together so they throbbed, burned, sent heated shards of pleasure up Tenino’s spine.

“I have ways of making you talk,” Trey joked, stroking from base to tip.

“Do your worst,” Tenino managed, short of breath after only a single torturous touch. “Just remember, payback is a bitch.”

“A bitch you say? Look who’s on the bottom.”

Tenino’s hips jerked as Trey used his hand as if it were a sheath fucking both of them at the same time, as Trey made sure he felt the way their testicles touched, Trey’s position and weight saying he was the alpha male in the relationship.

A moan of pleasure escaped from Tenino. If Trey wanted to be the aggressor this round, it worked for him. He’d already accepted he would let Trey fuck him if Trey wanted it, needed it.

Tenino speared his fingers through blond hair. He guided Trey’s head down and took his mouth in a kiss demonstrating the one on the bottom still had plenty of power.

Thoughts of the lubricant and condoms stashed in the coffee table drawer flickered through his thoughts, but what Trey was doing felt so good, so right, Tenino couldn’t put a stop to it.

His testicles pulled tight against his body in warning. White-hot need built. Seared. Burned away control.

He came in shuddering surges that seemed to last forever, that felt as if they’d been wrenched from the depths of his soul. He knew absolute joy when Trey’s movements mimicked his own, when ropy jets of Trey’s semen mixed with his own so chests and abdomens held evidence of the pleasure they’d found with one another.

Tenino had never experienced anything like it. The beginnings of love settled into his heart in an irony he was self-aware enough to appreciate. In the past, the mention of any emotion beside the desire to fuck like rabbits early on in a relationship would have sent him running, same as it’d probably do with Trey.

“Shower,” he said, not wanting to spook Trey with too much too soon.

Trey followed Tenino to the bathroom, didn’t even consider they would take separate showers. The view from behind was every bit as enticing as the one from the front, every bit as tempting.

He loved the color of Tenino’s skin, the firm muscles created by genetics and honed by choice and dedication to his job. Everything about Tenino was gorgeous, lust-inspiring. And as Trey studied the curve of Tenino’s buttocks, the sleek shape of them, he felt the blood rise to his cheeks at the same time far more of it flooded his cock.

The night had already proved better than any fantasy, more satisfying than any other sexual experience. He couldn’t imagine ever needing a glossy pin-up or gay porno flick to make him come, not when he had the memory of Tenino to make him hard and help him find relief. And yet…he was curious about fucking, about being fucked.

Tenino turned and caught him staring. With the sweep of his eyes downward, Tenino made him realize his hand had unconsciously gone to his cock, that he was fondling himself as he wondered about taking Tenino anally and being taken the same way.

“Insatiable, huh?” Tenino joked, stepping forward, covering Trey’s hand with his, guiding it up and down Trey’s cock. “Glad to know I have that effect on you.”

Trey moaned softly when Tenino kissed him. He closed his eyes, basked in the sensation coursing through him as their tongues slid against one another in an imitation of a far more carnal act. His heart flooded with emotion, rejoiced in the easy camaraderie that settled around him so trust wasn’t an issue between them.

“I’m not usually on the receiving end,” Tenino whispered against Trey’s mouth long moments later. “But for you I’ll make an exception. Is that what you want, Trey? To fuck me?”

Trey’s cock throbbed, grew fuller, responded with escaped arousal. He answered the question honestly, knew the time for denying his desires, his sexuality was long past. “Yes, I want to fuck you.”

“Then consider this foreplay,” Tenino said, opening the shower stall door with his free hand and reaching in to turn on the faucets before using their joined hands on Trey’s penis to guide him underneath the heated water.