At that point, Richie still had three fingers buried deeply in Brad’s hole. He glanced down to see if Brad was still erect. When he saw that Brad’s erection had not subsided…always a telltale sign…he pulled his fingers out of Brad’s ass and said, “Okay, now you can fuck me.”
Brad’s head went up. He sent Richie a horrified, disappointed look. “You’re stopping? I thoughtyouwere going to fuckme.”
Richie shrugged. He wanted him to beg. “I don’t want to go too far. You said you don’t like to bottom and I don’t want to push you into doing anything you don’t want to do.” He knew this was devious; he could tell by the expression on Brad’s face that he wanted more.
“I don’t want to let you down either,” Brad said. “If you want to continue, I’ll be okay. I can suffer through it for your sake. Just go really easy. I’ve never done this before and you have a bigger dick than most guys.”
Though Richie was smiling on the inside, he frowned at Brad and asked, “Are you sure? I mean I really want to fuck you. But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. And I’ll be fine if you say no. I’m serious.”
Brad shrugged and turned over on his stomach. He spread his legs and arched his back. “I’m sure. I’ll be okay. I want you to enjoy yourself and do whatever you want. And if it means you have to fuck me once in a while, I can make the sacrifice. I can take the pain.”
This, Richie knew, was a bold faced lie. He almost laughed in Brad’s face. After the finger fuck tease, Brad wanted a big dick so badly he was ready to beg for it. So Richie climbed on top of Brad and mounted him very slowly. The moment he entered, Brad’s body went rigid for a moment, but that didn’t last long. As Richie went deeper, Brad’s hole relaxed and he let out a long sigh. And when Richie was all the way in, Brad stretched out his arms, spread his legs wider, and whispered, “Ah yes, don’t stop.”
“It feels okay?”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” Brad said. “Oh, fuck, deeper.Deeper. Fucking split me open.”
Richie smiled and moved his hips forward. He wound up riding Brad until the bed moved away from the wall and the lamps on the end tables were jiggling. The mattress went lopsided, the covers fell to the floor, and the sheets pulled away from the corners. How the pillows wound up on the other side of the room was anybodies guess. Richie hadn’t been paying attention to anything but fucking Brad. The harder Richie pounded him, the more Brad wanted. He begged for it, using filthy, raunchy words Richie had never heard Brad use before that night. At one point, Brad started to scream with such force Richie had to shove his fingers into Brad’s mouth to keep him quiet so the neighbors wouldn’t call the cops. And if Richie tried to slow down for even a second to catch his breath, Brad reached around, slapped Richie’s thigh, and said, “Harder; deeper; don’t stop…a little to the left…that’s it.”
After they came, Brad wanted to do it all over again. “I want to do it on my back this time, with my legs over your shoulders.”
Richie was drenched in perspiration and he wanted to take a quick shower. He also knew that Toby would be coming home soon and he didn’t want Toby waiting outside in the cold. “Next time I’ll fuck you that way. We have to get up and leave now. You have to get home and we have to get out of this apartment.”
Brad sulked. “I guess you’re right.”
On his way to the bathroom, Richie turned and asked, “Have you talked with your attorney about leaving your wife yet?”
Brad was on the end of the bed, still sulking. Brad normally didn’t shower after they had sex. “I haven’t had time yet. But I will. I promise.”
Richie smiled. Now that he knew how much Brad liked to get fucked it only made things better. They were the perfect couple: totally versatile in bed. They’d live happilyever-after and nothing would ever come between them. “Okay. I’ll be out in a minute and I’ll take care of the bed and cleaning up. You can leave without me. I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
Richie walked back to the bed and kissed him on the mouth. It was one of those long, slow romantic kisses that Richie loved more than sex. “I’m sure. I’ll see you later this week as planned.” They’d planned on getting together at Toby’s apartment on Christmas Eve for a few hours after work. Richie had been saving his money for months to buy Brad a new watch. And he was certain Brad would have a wonderful present for him.
Brad reached down and grabbed Richie’s dick. He buried his face between Richie’s legs. He squeezed Richie’s balls and he kissed Richie’s dick. “I’ll see you then.”
By the time Richie came out of the bathroom, Brad was gone. Though they usually left together, this time Richie was glad he had a few minutes alone in the apartment. He wanted to make sure everything was spotless and put back to normal. He also wanted to arrange the little Christmas tree he bought for Toby. Richie hadn’t seen any signs of Christmas in Toby’s apartment all season. There wasn’t a wreath on the door, a stocking on the window sill, or a sprig of mistletoe above the doorway. For some reason, this tugged at Richie’s heart. Though he knew a smart, educated guy like Toby would never be interested in him, he couldn’t deny that he had feelings for Toby. He wanted to brighten up Toby’s Christmas, but in a subtle, discreet way that wouldn’t make Toby uncomfortable. So he stopped at a small florist shop on the way over earlier that evening and bought a tiny little Christmas tree, fully decorated with little colored lights. He didn’t even tell Brad he bought it. He arrived at the apartment first and set the tree in a corner next to the sofa where he knew Brad wouldn’t look.
When the sheets were changed and everything was perfect, Richie went to the sofa and pulled the tree out of a long narrow box. He set it up on a small table in front of the window and plugged in the lights. There was a tiny angel on top, with the sweetest face and long brown hair. He was hoping Toby would see the lights from the street before he got upstairs. But if he didn’t see them from the street, he knew Toby would be surprised when he walked into his dark apartment and saw a Christmas tree shining in his window.
When Richie was outside on the sidewalk, before he turned in the direction of the subway, he glanced up at Toby’s living room window. The little Christmas tree gleamed with multi-colored lights and made an otherwise gray, depressing building come to life. It looked even better from a distance than it did up close. Richie turned in the opposite direction and shoved his hands into his pockets. He smiled at passersby and thought about his bright future with Brad Lindsay. It was only a matter of time and they would be together as a real couple. Full time, live-in male lovers who would never be alone again. By the time Richie reached the subway platform he was whistlingSilent Night and people were giving him strange looks.