ALL CHARACTERS IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS ARE OVER 18.
Characters are fictional.
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The next day with my morning students Lore showed me some of the techniques he used with his clients back in Chicago. They were amazing and totally different from mine. It was easy to tell he was really knew what he was doing. Between clients he told me that he had a masters in social work, a masters in physical therapy, and was debating going back to school for his PhD in physical therapy.
"I is impressed," I said, and smiled.
That night, as soon as we got to his cabin, he gently removed my hat and jacket and looked me in the eyes. "Love making tonight, Noah."
I felt like I swallowed a mouth full of flax flowers, but I smiled.
He went to turn on music. "So, smooth R & B. No urban funk this time."
Lore turned on the R & B station and the opening notes to "Let's Get It On," by Marvin Gaye filled the room.
We cracked up.
Lore tilted his head. "Gotta listen to the man," he said.
Then he whipped me around and shoved my torso face first down on the bed.
"Well, maybe we could get a little fucking mixed in with it."
I smiled over my shoulder. Fine with me.
Lore stretched my arms over my head on the bed. He grabbed my hips and moved me around a little, until my legs were open and firmly planted on the floor. Then his body was pressed behind mine, head to toe contact, and I felt it everywhere. The weight of his chest on my back, his hips snug against my ass, his arms stretched over mine, the palms of his hands pressed firmly over the backs of my hands. He was like a living, personal, cut to fit you, warm, heavy blanket of love and comfort—but better.
"Oh, Lore," I said on a sigh.
"That's it, baby."
I expected him to do something right away, but he didn't. He just seemed to pour his heat into my body. Then he moved his hips against my ass, a slow grind like we were dancing. Lore grabbed my wrists and used his whole body to stretch my torso out on the bed. I felt vulnerable, and trusting, and aching, and romanced all at the same time.
I closed my eyes. Don't get hurt again, Noah. Just don't. He's only here for another few days, and then he's going home.
The song changed, and the new song was "As Long As We're Together", by Al Green, I think. I decided it was a sign I should be grateful for the moment and stay in the present.
Lore kissed the back of my ear.
"Whatya thinking about, baby?"
"How glad I am to be here with you. How amazing it feels to be underneath you."
"Yeah?" He ground his hips into me, and this time I could feel that he'd gotten hard.
"Oh yeah," I whispered. "Better than anything."
"Well then," Lore said. "We'll have to just keep moving in that direction."
Lore shoved my shirt up, nipped my side. "Keep your hands there," he said in a husky whisper.
He reached under me, undid my jeans. Pulled my jeans and underwear down.
He palmed my ass, caressed it.
"You've got such a beautiful ass," he said.
Lore got up; I thought he was reaching for a condom, but he seemed to change his mind. I turned around to see him stroking himself, just a few times, so magnificent.
He laid his body back over mine, his cock bare against the valley between the muscles of my ass he just caressed. I couldn't believe he did that. It should have made me nervous, but it didn't.
I trusted him. I trusted him completely.
The next song was "I Wanna Be Your Man". I didn't know who sang it. I'm not really much of an R & B guy.
He stretched my arms out to the sides, like a cross, rubbed his cock more in the same place, nuzzled his nose into my hair, kissed behind my ear, kissed the back of my neck.
It was intimate. Maybe too intimate.
Lore moved away again. Just the sensation of him backing off me for a second was like being robbed of something precious, and it took an act of willpower not to cry out like a baby deprived of a favorite toy. He hadn't gone far. I turned my head to look. He was reaching for a condom with one hand, and stroking himself slowly with the other. And looking at me with a mind-blowing hot lust like I was the only man in the world.
I closed my eyes.
Oh God.
"No, not like this," Lore said.
He pulled me up and laid down on top of me, rubbing his hard cock against mine.
"God, that feels fantastic," I said.
"Yeah, for me too. Noah, open your eyes. Look at me."
I did.
"I want to make love to you face to face, so I can see every expression on that beautiful mug of yours."
"What? What?"
"Will you let me make love to you this way?"
"Um, I thought only straight couples made love this way."
His eyes went with wide in an incredulous expression and then he blinked, stopping to see if I was serious. I was.
"I mean, uh, how could that even work? I don't have an entrance in the front."
In one fierce move he grabbed the back of my thighs, rolled my hips up, slammed his shoulders forward. He pressed the underside of his cock over my entrance.
"Holy shit."
A completely animalistic smile spread across his face. "You've never done it this way?"
I shook my head.
"Willing to do it with me?"
For a second neither of us breathed. Oh yeah, I was willing.
I nodded. He jumped off me again and got the lube and put on the condom. I watched him begin to roll the condom over his cock, and then I closed my eyes, I couldn't look at him; he was too handsome.
"Hey, baby," he said softly, putting me in the position he had me in earlier. His big, brown eyes stared into mine.
My stomach fluttered.
"You ready?"
I nodded.
With one hard thrust he buried himself to the hilt.
"Oh fuck."
He grinned at me, the cat that ate the canary but more so. The cat that ate the aviary.
"Ready?"
"Yeah," I said.
Lore started moving, slow, sinuous thrusts. God, Lore, on top of me. At this angle everything was different. He pushed my knees up higher, and grabbed both my hands. He pressed my hands back into the mattress on either side of me and threaded his fingers threw mine, lacing our fingers together.
My God, I was having sex and holding hands.
I closed my eyes to savor it all.
"Look at me, baby," he said.
My eyelids flicked open. The connection of feeling him move inside me, his low belly rubbing my cock, our hearts so close, the expression of heat on his face... it was all so much.
I closed my eyes again.
"I'll just look at you then," he said over the music, a new song now, by Barry White I think. "I love looking you anyway, so it's okay if it's just me, looking at you then," he repeated, and then he squeezed my hands harder.
Lore pumped faster, and I bucked up against him. The smells of him got more vivid with the increasing heat of his skin, that cologne, his soap, the pure male, clean sweat of him. He was making this 'mmmn, mmmn, mmmn,' sound, a cross between a groan, a savor song , and a plea.
Lore kept the same fast speed but drilled me harder. My toes started to tingle, and my balls seized up, and I couldn't believe how much I wanted him, all of him.
"Come for me, baby, come now."
And I did. As soon as he said it, like his voice controlled some deep brain command center in my body, I came so hard I saw stars.
And then I saw only one star. Him.
"Close," he said. Then his cock twitched inside me, the kick setting me off again.
When it was done he stayed in me, on top of me, still holding both my hands in his. He kissed me gently.
Then he chuckled. "I think I recall once telling you I thought I could teach you a thing or two. Didn't think it would be that it was your first time at that."
"You can teach me anything," I said.
Oh God. Don't fall for this guy. He's leaving. He lives 1,000 miles away. Or however far Chicago is.
"Come on, handsome," Lore said, rolling off me. "Let's take a shower. If you're a good boy I'll wash your hair."
I smiled a coy grin at him. "I'll be good," I said, and touched my tongue to my upper lip, and then my nose. "I promise."
He laughed and walked naked to the bathroom while I stayed in the bed for a minute, marveling at the intimacy of the missionary position, and ogling his fabulous butt.
*
I woke up with that tune in my head; the one I couldn't place. It played over and over. I couldn't think of any words.
The weather report was mixed. It was supposed to be a clear afternoon and evening in Billings, but on the drive it misted slightly, and then a little bit of fog rolled in.
The drive to Billings is about an hour and half. Lore told me a lot about his family and life in Chicago on the drive.
It's a pretty boring drive to Billings. Flat land, ranches, and more ranches. I saw a buck a good ways up the road.
"Look, a deer," Lore said pointing at the buck.
"Yeah," I said. "We get a lot of them out h—"
A doe ran into the road, right at our car. I saw her from the corner of my eye, the crash a split second away. I did something that went against all instincts; I wrenched the wheel
toward
her, and she went sailing over my hood. Time stopped for a second, as she was suspended in mid-air, her torso seeming larger than it probably actually was—because it was only inches from my windshield.
She landed gracefully on the other side. I had my right hand extended out across Lore's chest. I used all the might in my left hand to correct the car's spin. I pressed the brakes as the right front tire squealed off the road.
"You all right?" I asked.
"Holy fuck," Lore said, watching the deer bound away.
"Lore," I asked quietly. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he said. "What in the hell made you think to swerve
toward
the deer?"
"If I didn't, she'd stop right in front of the car," I said. "Like a deer in headlights. No, not like. Exactly. Frozen. A deer in headlights. I can't bear to think of the accident. She'd crash through the windshield. And I could have lost you two days early. I couldn't stand that."
He stared at me, obviously still startled, and scared, and full of adrenaline.
"Besides," I said. "I don't have my dehydrator with me to make jerky. I'd hate to waste good venison."
"Jerk."
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm all right."
