I want it in my mouth. I want it in my ass. I want it everywhere, all the time.
When I was figuring out my feelings for Brian, I assumed I’d figure out I’m bi or pan, but now, the thought of tits and vagina does absolutely nothing for me. I don’t know if it’s because they’re not attached to Brian and he’s the only one I want, or if I’ve discovered a deeper truth about myself.
I don’t care, though. None of the labels matter. All that matters is this.
My body, my heart, and my soul are all home with Brian.
“I’m close,” Brian rasps, his hands loosely wrapped around the back of my neck as I ride him.
I sat on his lap with him still buried inside me, and we kissed and teased each other. When I felt him thicken inside me again, I almost came on the spot, but I kept it together and started riding him.
I rest my forehead against his as I pick up my pace, jerking myself with one hand and holding on to Brian with the other.
Everything about that meeting today pissed me off, but this is what matters. This soul-deep connection and the fire burning inside me for this man.
Something I never thought I’d say, but here we are.
“Ryan,” he gasps.
Andfuck.
I jerk myself faster, soaking in every gorgeous tortured expression on Brian’s face as his orgasm washes over him and he fills me with his cum.
“Fuck,” I whimper. My balls tighten and every sense overwhelms me at once.
Brian cries out again as my ass clenches his cock, and I slant my mouth over his, swallowing his moans. Our kisses are sloppy and disjointed as we catch our breaths.
I collapse against him, and he runs his fingers up and down my back. The soothing touch is simple yet overwhelming. Every second I feel something more for him. Something bigger. Is there something bigger than love?
He’s been my person, the one I want to be next to all the time, the one I want to run to, for a while now. Allowing myself to understand the emotional depth of those feelings has taken everything to a new level.
When I look back, it’s like I’ve always loved him, and now I’m doing something even greater than that.
He kisses my neck. “Your ass is going to hurt at practice tomorrow.”
“Don’t care,” I mumble. “Worth it. Save a horse, ride a football player. Fifteen out of ten. Highly recommend.”
He chuckles and leans back, taking my face in his hands. “Are you cum drunk?”
“Cum drunk. Cock drunk. Whatever you want to call it.”
“Never mind, this is your normal state of ridiculousness with a new queer flair.”
I kiss his neck. “I’m here for it.”
“Oh no. Don’t start that again. My—what did you call it?—pantie python is down for the count, and your ass needs a break. I don’t want you to be in pain.”
His words are so genuine. For our entire friendship, he was always willing to do anything to make me happy and take care of me. I get it because I feel the same way. Seeing him smile or calming his heart brings me joy. Now it’s all amplified.
“Fine,” I sigh.
He holds my hips as I climb off him, and the sudden emptiness leaves me aching.
Having this bond with another person has taken my need for physical connection to a whole new level.
“Shower?” I ask.
He nods, and we both get up. “And then we should change the sheets.”
