Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

them.
    "Fuck, now, please Michael," Jace groaned. He scored Michael's back and tilted his hips up. Jace had never known such pleasure could come from something so simple. He wondered how long he would last once Michael was inside of him. Michael slipped away and grabbed a small bottle of lube and a condom from his bag. It was one of those toiletries he got while shopping. Never know when the time to fuck might come along.
    "Ready for me?" Michael asked. Jace nodded, his eyes on Michael's hands. Michael dribbled a bit of lube on his hand before getting to work. He trailed a hand down Jace's body, stroking his cock a few times before continuing down and slipping a finger in Jace's hole.
    Jace moaned and gripped the sheets.
    "So tight, Jace." Michael said as he watched Jace's face contort with pleasure. He pumped his finger a few times before adding another.
    "Yes, please," Jace had never been so wanton before but neither had he ever wanted anything this much before. Michael had never seen such a beautiful sight; this tanned, blue-eyed man, with abs and muscles and oh, God, his cock. Michael wondered if he was drooling but didn't have time to think about that as Jace clenched around his finger. He was so ready for him, nice and stretched.
    Michael leaned up, put Jace's legs up over his shoulders and positioned his cock at his entrance. He kissed Jace, hard, before slipping inside. The men groaned and gripped at each other, muttering obscenities with their names mixed in. Michael pumped slowly in and out of Jace. He could hardly believe how tight he was. Nothing had ever felt this good. They came together in a tangle of limbs and mouths and teeth. Neither man was sure where one began and the other ended. It was like two kindred souls finally being connected, finally finding each other after a lifetime apart.
    When they came together, they yelled each other's names, their arms wrapped tightly around each other.
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    "Will you tell me about Joshua's mother?"
    Michael sighed. Jace's head lifted up and down at the motion. Michael lay on his back with Jace half on top of him. His head was resting on his chest and his arm was wrapped around his waist.
    "I knew I was attracted to both men and women for a while, maybe since I was 14, but my parents wouldn't hear of it. They refused to believe any of it. The only support I had was Sarah, my sister, and Anna. She was a close friend of mine. We went to high school together. We were both having some…sexual identity issues and we helped each other realize that I was bisexual, although I do prefer men over women most of the time and she was a total lesbian. We had sex once, just to experiment, when we were 20. She wasn't supposed to end up pregnant but I guess we were part of that point zero one percent of condoms that don't work." Michael laughed humorlessly. "She died giving birth to Joshua and it's been me and him ever since and, well, Sarah, too. Our parents died in a car accident that same year. They didn't even know Anna was pregnant. They had still refused to have anything to do with me. That was about 4 years ago."
    Michael had a shadowed look to his face and Jace wanted nothing more than to take that look away and replace it with a smile.
    "I'm sorry. I know that seems inadequate." Jace kissed Michael's chest and Michael gave him a squeeze.
    "It's fine. You could say I've made my peace with it, but sometimes I wish they had just listened to me. Joshua is the best kid a father could ever have. And they will never know of their grandson."
    Michael got a wistful look in his eyes when he talked about his son. Jace loved that look.
    "He is a great kid. Takes after his father."
    "Oh, shut up." Michael laughed.
    After a moment of silence Jace spoke.
    "You know, you are the first man I've been with in about 3 years."
    Michael eyeballed him.
    "What? I'm serious. You see, the last time I was in a relationship, it didn't end well. Believe it or not, I used to be 400 pounds. I've been gay since I could remember. My parents were more upset over the fact that I was fat than gay. My dad was also big but he was too stubborn and proud to face it and do something about it. And well, so was I, until I met this guy at a club. His name was Marcus and he was tall and skinny and handsome and I thought I'd hit the jackpot. We dated for almost six months before I found out the truth. He and his friends made a bet that he couldn't make me fall for him before he fucked me. He hid a camera in the