Cuddles? Cuddles. I mean, sure. I’ll take what I can get, when I can get it. I shuffled up to him and allowed myself to kinda flop against his chest. He wrapped his left arm around, shoulder-height, and with the heel of his right hand, he rubbed up and down my spine in steady slow strokes. It wasn’t erotic, it was just…nice. I sagged some more, and scraped around in my memory for when I last had some regular reciprocal human contact, something like, y’know, cuddles…
I didn’t know, only that it was a long time ago. A long time. I lived in the same town as my parents and ate dinner with them every second Sunday. There was no hostility between us, but fundamentally ours was a relationship of circumstance, not choice. I had fifty-plus colleagues that I was on decent terms with, but there’s no opportunity to truly get to know anyone in the perpetually frenetic environment of chain-store retail. I shut myself away in my room in my time off, and for obvious reasons, I hadn’t kept in contact with any of my college friends…
I acknowledged to myself that I was a fucking sad lonely person, adrift, anchored to nothing and nobody, and snaked my own arms around and up, cupping one of Halley’s bony shoulder-blades in each hand. Holding on to something, for a little while at least.
Gradually, very gradually the pressure of his hands increased, stroke by stroke. Relaxing to the rhythm, I rippled under it. Gradually, even more gradually, the length increased as well, to include a little of my ass. And then a little more. And then a subtle tug inward at each stroke’s southern limit. He was hard, now – and he wanted me to know it. My heart thudded in my chest, my dick throbbed in my pants, and alongside I felt a new tingling tension, an internal desire, a need to be filled, inhabited.
That need was partially answered when Halley backed me up a couple of steps until my heels hit the wall, and took possession of my mouth again. I felt the same surge of liquid joy as when he first kissed me – just yesterday, and in almost this exact spot – but without yesterday’s instinct to compete, to have him cede space to me.
He kissed me and kissed me until I didn’t know which way was up and which way was down. It was the sweetest feeling imaginable – but at the same time it was unbearable, the way it built that tension. I needed more, and I didn’t know how to ask for it…
Halley paused for breath, drawing back fractionally to regard me, playful yet intent. He licked me again. Looked at me again.
“Oh, you love that, don’t you?” he murmured. “It makes you all kinda melty, just one little lick…” Leaning in, lips at my lobe, hot breath pouring into my ear, he whispered;
“Wonder what would happen if I licked you all over? Would you just…dissolve?”
I might, yeah…My knees did that momentary buckling thing again at the mere thought.
“Perhaps I’ll try it sometime,” he winked, easing me away from the wall and gently propelling me through the doorway into his bedroom. Beside the bed, he came up behind, holding me in tight and grinding, assaulting the other side of my neck as I quivered and whined, and once again I bewilderedly thought; How is this me? But it was. A fact is no less of a fact for being newly discovered…
He pulled off his t-shirt, then mine, and grabbed me again, sealing his front to my back. More grinding. More devouring of my neck. He cricked his mid-section and reached between us to undo his fly and shove his jeans down past his ass. Then he stamped his feet until they fell to the floor and reached around in front to do the same for me. He couldn’t manage it with one hand, so before he let go entirely he gently closed his teeth on my shoulder and held on, as if to anchor me…like I was going anywhere…
He got the fly undone, but my jeans were tighter. My thighs were…chunkier. Some serious pulling and shoving and he eventually managed to bare my ass, while I reflected that this was possibly the least sensible way I ever got undressed, and definitely the most exciting – but there was no way my jeans were coming all the way off with a bit of foot-stamping…
He stepped back up to me, pressing in, reaching for my wrists, and bent us both forward from the waist until my hands came to rest on the mattress.
“Stay, bub,” he breathed into my ear, before he withdrew and thunked down cross-legged on the floor behind me to unpeel my jeans…
I maintained my position, only lifting each foot in turn as my pants and boxers slid over them and off. Halley stayed as well, caressing the back, the inside of my right thigh, tracing a path along the border between leg and ass, following the arc that would have been a crease if I hadn’t been bent over like this, presenting myself to him…
He did it again, two handed, then dug in with his thumbs, separating my cheeks. “Oh-h-h-h…” he said, in a low gurgle, “ohh, that looks so go-oo-d…” and the sound, the sound of his voice as he said it…I moaned from all the way in my soul for an answer…
He jumped up, pulling me with him onto the bed, arranging us so we were sat cross-legged face one another, and took my face in his hands.
“Bede…I wanna go back in,” he breathed. “Is – but are you okay, sweets? Are you feeling up to it?”
“Yeah,” I said, and even to myself my voice sounded husky, throbby, gravid with this new-old need…Up to it? I am up for it…
I was pressed down onto my back, my legs lifted and scooted forward with a pillow stuffed under my ass, tilting me up. The position scrunched my abdomen in an unflattering way, but I managed not to mind because Halley’s hands traced that area with as much pure delight as they did the rest of me, while he knelt between my legs with his dick pointing skyward, looking at me as though I was his last meal…
Like yesterday, there was that pinchy-clenchy-crampy-achy thing going on when he entered – unlike yesterday, I knew what lay on the other side of it, that it was worth it, worth it, so worth it…
Halley was finding a rhythm now, long strokes, slow but deep, jaw hanging, the breath leaving his body in gusts, and in his eyes wonder spilling almost into disbelief. I get it, I thought, studying his expression, committing it to memory. This is insane. But good-insane, the best kind…
He was holding my legs out wide, looking down. Watching himself slide in and out. In and out of me…and with every in, his dick, still straining for the ceiling, grazed some ultra-sensitive spot inside. Every time, it made me gasp, every time it caused my dick to do a tiny twitch, every time it cranked that tension one notch higher – and it just.kept.happening.
My dick felt like it was gonna burst. I desperately wanted to touch it, but it seemed like it might be a bit, like, weird?…to just full-on jack off right in front of somebody else?…while they were watching?…then I remembered the ‘somebody else’ was actually inside me right now. Fucking me, deep and slow. Which was the whole reason why…
I reached down, finding myself wet and slippery, bathed in my own juices, and Halley raised his eyes to my face.