A few weeks ago I wrote the first part to this, you should probably read that first. You can find it here. I really liked Josh and Ben and thought they were worth a few more instalments. So here you go – there will be another one next week. Hope you enjoy it….
It has been a week since I’ve seen Josh. A week since we jerked off together and we came all over each other’s cocks.
Hot. As. Fuck! I’ve been wanking off thinking about it for seven days. I’m over that – I want Josh again. I want his cock, his mouth, I want to see him lose control again.
The problem is Josh is running scared and I’m running out of patience.
So when I see him walking towards his apartment, arms full of groceries, I start to jog towards him calling his name. He looks up and fumbles his keys when he rushes to get them in the door and they fall to the floor. I see him close his eyes and his head fall back in recognition. He can’t avoid this conversation any longer and he knows it.
He tries to square his shoulders when I step up to him, but he’s struggling to meet my eyes and I’ve got a damn good idea why.
“How’re you doin’, Josh?” I ask as I watch him closely.
“I’m good. You?” He replies but his eyes are flicking over my shoulder instead of meeting mine.
He starts to juggle his brown paper sacks so I reach for one and bend down to pick his keys off the floor. Handing them to him, I nod my head towards the door.
He hesitates, but I don’t take my eyes off him. I see his gaze flash to my mouth and I see his tongue dart out to lick his lips. Oh shit! The things I have imagined that mouth doing this past week. I feel my cock twitch and know it won’t be long till I’m hard and incapable of hiding it.
Josh finally opens his door and I follow him through into the kitchen where we place his groceries on the counter. I lean my hip against it and cross my arms while I watch him put the food away.
“So Josh, how long were you planning on avoiding me?”
I just about catch the muttered “Fuck!” before he glances over his shoulder at me.
“I’m not avoiding you, man.” He lies.
“Bullshit! You’re avoiding me and we’re going to have one conversation about why. If you persuade me that you really don’t want to see me again then I’ll go and that’ll be the end of it.”
He runs his fingers through his hair leaving an unruly mess. He can’t mask the conflict he’s feeling. I’m beginning to think this is new ground for both of us.
“Look Ben, you were right before, we’re too different, ok? And anyway, I don’t do dating, I don’t do relationships. I fuck and that’s it.”
“We didn’t fuck. You ran off before we could do that.”
“I didn’t run off…” He has the good grace to blush a little now.
“You ran off, Josh.” My newly discovered inner-sadist is enjoying watching him get flustered.
He has no come back. We both know he ran off. The issue is why. I think I know, but I’m taking a gamble pushing him like this.
I begin to slowly walk towards him, looking at his gorgeous face. He backs up immediately. I see the panic in his eyes and push a little harder.
“Let me tell you what I think, Josh. I think you’re a little scared…”
He forces out an attempt at a nonchalant laugh. “I’m not scared, man…”
“… you’re scared because it all got a little too hot, a little too intense and you didn’t know what to do about that. I wasn’t just some one time thing you picked up in a club who you could kick out afterwards. You weren’t the one in control and I don’t think you know how to handle that. I don’t think you know how to handle the fact that you liked not being in control.”
I’m watching him like a hawk so I see the flash of recognition and surprise on his face.
“I’m gonna lay it out for you, Josh. I’ve got a hard on right now.”
I see him bite his lip as he looks down to see the evidence of my words. His hand goes to the back of his neck and squeezes, throwing his bicep into relief. Fuck! My hard on just got harder.
“I wanna know if you’re interested in seeing where this could go between us, Josh? Because I’ll be honest with you, I haven’t ever wanted to fuck anyone as much as I want to fuck you right now.”
“Oh Jesus!” He groans.
“And there’s something else…”
Josh stands straight and alert – oh he’s interested all right.
“As much as you want to give up control, I want to take it.”
“Now hold on a minute – ” Josh chokes out.
“I want to be in complete control of our sexual relationship. I’m open to negotiation on the rest.”
I move closer, my hands tucked into my back pockets. I’m pushing him but I don’t want him to freak out. I lift my hand to cup his face. He leans into it a little.
“I’m all about the pleasure, Josh. I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you, not unless you ask me to.” I wiggle my eyebrows and am gifted with his rueful grin and a roll of his eyes. “This is new for me too. We can learn what we like together. Now, tell me yes or no because either way I’ve got to do something about this hard on I’ve got.”
We stand quietly for a while, his eyes meet mine now. He seems to have calmed down some. I want him, bad. Waiting is killing me, but he needs to be sure. My patience is rewarded with a small smile and nod of his head.
“Ok what, Josh?”
He squints his eyes at me. “Ok, you can dominate my ass!”
Now it’s my turn to close my eyes and tilt my head back. The relief is overwhelming.
“Thank fuck for that!” I mutter to the ceiling.
I lean forward and gently press my lips to his, but the kiss quickly turns into a frantic collision of tongues and teeth. I hold his head and press my body to his as we both gasp for breath.
My cock feels like it’s going to burst through the front of my jeans, I want friction more than I want my next breath and grind myself against Josh’s equally hard cock.
“I swear to God, next time we’ll make it to a bed, but right now I just wanna come. So get your cock out and let’s take the edge off.”
We both tear our t-shirts off and rip our jeans open, panting and swearing when our co-ordination goes to shit and we can’t go as fast as we want to. Finally, our jeans are open and shoved down around our asses. We both look down at our hard, weeping cocks. I step into him, bringing our dicks together.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
There’s no hesitation now. He does as I say and I feel a small rush of power sweep through my body. This is only the beginning, I know, but as I raise my hand to take hold of our cocks, as I feel his heat and the softness of his skin rubbing against mine. I know it is far from being the last.
To be continued….
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