Author's note: this is the fifth installment in a ten-part series.
I hear the knock, and it sounds far away. I hear it again, louder, and I realize that he's here, Jamie is knocking on my door. I get up from my bed and walk the few steps over to the door, open it. Jamie is standing there, wearing a beat-up T-shirt, cargo shorts, and flip flops. He grins at me, back-lit from from the bright light in the hallway. I reach out and grab his shirt to pull him into the room. We are immediately in each other's arms, kissing and rubbing our faces together like familiar lovers who have been apart for a long time.
"Jesus," he says, as I kiss around his cheek to his ear and into the crook of his neck between his cheek and shoulder. His hands are on my back and arms, rubbing me. My hands are feeling the long muscles of his back under the thin material of his shirt. He pushes off to stand a few paces away from me.
"Jesus, fuck," he says, softly, taking in my shirtless body in a long look. He rubs the back of his head as if disoriented. Then he reaches for me again. I feel his hands trace up from my belly to my chest. He pushes his thumbs into the softness of the flesh around my nipples, and I feel them harden under his firm touch. He straightens his fingers and watches them disappear into the thick forest of hair on my chest.
"God damn," he says.
He looks up at me and smiles. My cock is rigid-hard. I love the feeling of his hands on my body like this. My mind is, for once, comfortably silent. I am completely in the moment with him, adrift in an ocean of physical sensation.
He makes his hands into fists, pulling me to him by my chest hair. I can feel his mouth smiling uncontrollably as we kiss, and I hear him laugh. I am laughing too, elated to be in his arms, tasting his mouth. I reach down under the lip of his shorts to feel the soft mounds of his ass. I am surprised to feel that he isn't wearing any underwear.
He breaks our kiss to look at me and say, "Mmm, you like?"
"Yeah", I say, kneading his ass with my fingers.
"And here I thought we were just going to keep chatting."
"Mmm, I'm not so sure about that," I say. I can feel his cock pushing against mine through his shorts. I walk him backward over to my bed and push him down to lie on his back. I fall on top of him and he moans as I press my weight into him, grinding my hips against his. I pull up on his shirt, wanting to get it off of him. He helps me strip it off and I feel his body -- the smattering of hair on his stomach and across his chest -- the rest of him is deliciously smooth, soft cream under my fingertips.
I track my hands down his torso and feel the slight bulge of his belly. I grab the soft flesh and squeeze, then move my head down to kiss him in the space under his belly button. I feel him shiver. I grab his shorts by the waist and yank down. They come down to his mid-thigh, exposing his pelvis and his cock, which springs out, erect and eager. He helps me shuffle off his shorts and then there he is, completely naked, lying in my bed.
I press my face into his crotch, feel his hardness press against my cheek. I inhale the scent of him. He smells like Jamie, like my memory of him and his body, the feel of him that is etched into my brain from the dreams or visions or whatever they were, and he smells like sex, a raw and slightly acrid smell that excites every electron in my head, momentarily. The electrons suspend for a moment, soaring high in their orbitals, and when they come crashing down, inevitably, my awareness explodes with uncounted trillions of light particles.
I feel him grind himself against my face and I reach up across his thigh to grab his cock. He is hard and slick with pre-cum. I grip him in my fist, and he moans as I begin to stroke him. I feel along the slight downward curve of him, feel the give of extra skin as it slides over underlying rigidity. It occurs to me that he is uncircumcised, that his cock feels different from my own, and the difference only heightens how turned on I am. I pull upward, gently, away from his body, and watch his foreskin collect around the swollen head of his cock, forming a divot that immediately fills with fluid leaking from his cock slit.
I hover over his cock with my face and carefully touch my tongue to the underside of his cock head, just above my fist, and lick carefully across the tip. The salty-sweet pooled liquid spreads through my mouth. Immediately, I want more of him, and I proceed, slowly, to move my mouth down onto his cock.
"Oh, my god, dude..." Jamie breathes as my mouth envelops him. He has one hand on my arm, and the other is on my neck, his thumb stroking the space between my jaw and my ear. His stomach is contracting and relaxing as I suck his cock, and I can tell that I am sending waves of pleasure through his body.
I unlock my hand from his shaft to grip his balls. His ball sack is loose and feels hefty in my hand -- I'm surprised how much lower his balls hang than mine. I can get my whole fist around his sack above his actual balls, and I use this grip to pull downward on him, gently, as I suck him. His cock curves perfectly into my mouth and I feel it pushing down into my throat. I move onto him further and further with each stroke of my mouth, until my face is pressing into his pelvis.
Spit is leaking out of my mouth, coating my hand and his balls and generally covering his crotch in slick wetness. He's moaning loudly, now, and I can tell that he's getting close to orgasm. His breath is coming faster and faster. I don't want him to come. I pull off of him and release my grip on his balls. I stand up and wipe the spit from my face with the back of my arm. I see him move to grab his cock, but I knock his hand away, preventing him from touching himself.
"That was fun," he says, grinning up at me.
"Yeah?" I say.
"Excellent ball-handling skills," he says, and dissolves into laughter.
I chuckle, but then grunt and lift one of his legs, then the other, up, off of the ground, and push them into his chest, resting my weight into him via my hands pressing into his hamstrings just below his knees. From somewhere in me comes a low, guttural growl and I stare deep into his eyes.
Jamie senses that the mood has shifted away from playful, and his face relaxes into an expression of guarded repose. Folded as he is, under me, he must sense that he is essentially helpless, pinned beneath a much larger and stronger man. I lean forward, and push my hips against him, letting him feel the bulge of my cock against his exposed hole. I feel him flex his muscles, tightening everything below the waist, defiantly. For a moment, we are locked in some sort of rut for dominance. Then there is a shift, a subtle softening in him... a submission. He reaches up and strokes my chin, my beard. His lips curve into a grin.
"Well, you go from zero to sixty fast, don't ya, stud?" he says. "What are you gonna do with me?"
I kneel then, fueled by his surrender. I keep my hands and arms pressed into his thighs, and lower my face to his upturned hole. His balls are lying across his taint, partially obscuring his hole from view. I nose them aside and exhale hot breath onto him. Little curls of hair, wet with a mixture of spit and pre-cum, lie matted against the rosy skin of his crack. I rub my cheek and chin across his asshole, letting him feel the coarseness of my beard on his delicate skin. I feel him shudder.
