Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

shit out of you and swallows your jizz for the first time.
    "Um, thanks..." I said, for lack of anything better.
    He laughed. "I don't feel so nervous anymore."
    "No kidding." I said. "Now I'm the nervous one."
    "Why?"
    "Because I'm trying to think of a way to kidnap you and keep you in my apartment." I said quietly.
    "Why don't I just come over?"
    "Tonight?"
    He nodded.
    "Okay..." I said, a little smile forming on my face. He smiled back, blushing and clearing his throat.
    "I guess we should get to work. Hopefully everything's okay out there."
    I cleared my throat. "Yeah."
    Although frankly, I wouldn't have cared if the entire University had burned down while we'd been busy.
    ****
    So, all of a sudden, I seemed to be going out with Mikhos. And getting well and truly fucked by Mikhos. And sucking Mikhos' cock like a madman. Because he drove me wild. All this time I'd not let myself fantasize or even think about the possibility of my handsome friend doing these things to me, because I'd thought it a futile hope. Now that it had manifested in reality, it turned out better than any fantasy I'd ever had about anyone.
    For two weeks we did nothing but fuck and talk. It was as if all this time we'd been holding each other at arms length, acting like good friends but not really knowing that much about each other. None of the important stuff anyway. Like deep fears and secret ambitions. Or what we really thought about all kinds of important topics. We'd been presenting the other person with the image of ourselves that we wanted to show, while keeping our true feelings hidden. Now, everything was out in the open. And the sex. The sex was a dream.
    "Now, Mikhos, now now now..." I panted desperately, moving up on all fours and presenting my ass to him.
    "Where's the lube?"
    "Fuck the lube, just use spit. Like you did in the office...that was so hot..."
    "Okay, okay..." His voice sounded high and excited as he readied me.
    "Please! Fuck me..." I begged him.
    He groaned and swore as he got the condom on and pushed into me quickly. "Oh...fuck. Me. Tyson, you feel amazing. Why did I wait so long for this?"
    "Oh, yeah, that feels so good...so good!" I groaned, pushing back against him roughly.
    "Easy...don't make me come too soon." He warned breathlessly.
    "I want you to come, baby. I want you to lose control."
    "Arghhh, stay still, I'm gonna..."
    "Do it, baby!" I yelled, moving back and forth, pushing him to the brink and then over it, delighting in his unrestrained cries of pleasure as he lost himself to me.
    When he finished he got me off with his mouth, just like that first time. The man knew how to suck cock. I'd give him that. I'd venture to say he'd had a bit more experience in high school than he'd owned up to.
    ****
    Mikhos came down with a wicked case of the flu about a month after we began our relationship. I could tell how bad he felt when he answered the phone.
    "Hello..." he said, his voice faint and hollow-sounding.
    "Hi. Jeeze, are you sick?"
    "I've got a cold."
    "Mikhos, you sound terrible."
    "It's just a cold."
    "I'm coming over."
    He answered the door in his pajamas, wrapped up in a blanket that dragged on the floor. His face looked so pale I thought he might faint.
    I made him go to bed. I brewed some Chai tea for him and heated up some soup.
    He protested that I was treating him like a baby. He said he was a grown man who could take care of himself.
    "Bullshit. Everyone needs someone when they're sick."
    "Anyway, I'm glad you're here." he admitted.
    "I'm glad I'm here too."
    His fever came and went for a few days. I stayed with him through the course of his illness, nursing the big lug and making sure he stayed hydrated. I gave him an occasional blowjob for good measure, to get those curative endorphins flowing. He was so grateful for all I did for him, it was really quite hilarious.
    "Didn't Claire look after you when you got sick?" I asked eventually, since it seemed like such a new experience for him. We were sitting on the sofa in his living room, watching Big Bang Theory reruns.
    He laughed and then had a coughing fit. When it ended he said, "Claire? No. She'd pretty much ignore me till I got better. Said she didn't want to catch it herself."
    I stared at him. "Nice."
    He shrugged. "I mean, she had her good points."
    "Yeah, she did have nice tits. I'll give her that."
    He laughed.
    I looked down at my hands. "Do you ever miss her?" Do I really want to know?
    He tilted my chin up so I'd look at him. "Why