Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

okay. Kinda hot. Kinky. Makes me feel a little dirty."
    Holy fuck! Cole was about to hyperventilate. This can't be real, he thought. He started to panic, but then Michael reached out to him, cupping his hand along his jaw.
    "It's okay, Cole. I don't know what some stupid asshole might have said or done to you before, but I'm serious. I like it. Feel free to continue where you left off. It felt nice. Real nice. And the view from here reminded me of a few more of my favorite features."
    Slowly Cole began to breathe again. He's really okay with it, his thoughts raced, and he wants me to do it again. Holy shit! This has got to be the one! Michael's wicked smile was the cherry on top of his Fuck Me sundae. He returned the smile and once again switched positions so he was facing Michael's sexy feet.
    He was so relieved, so ecstatic, he thought his soul would burst right out of his chest. At that moment, he knew he was never letting Michael go, whatever it took. He drew the big toe of Michael's right foot into his mouth. "This little piggy went to the market." He worked the second toe with his tongue. "This little piggy stayed home." The third toe he took between his teeth and nibbled on. "This little piggy had roast beef." Blowing warm, soft air on the fourth toe, he rhymed, "And this little piggy had none." When he reached the last little, toe, he wrapped his mouth around it and sucked hard. "And this little piggy," he said pausing to continue, "cried yes, yes, yes all the way home."
    Cole continued his attentions to Michael's delicious feet. The freedom he felt to do so made his cock rock hard. He desperately ground his hips down, sliding his cock along Michael's, seeking friction. The gasps and moans he heard from behind him let him know Michael was right there with him. When he felt hands grip his thighs and tug, he knew what Michael wanted, and he would give it to him. He would give just about anything to him at that moment.
    Cole kissed his way up Michael's legs and shifted his weight to crawl off him, but a hand shot out, grabbing his hip. "Stay," Michael commanded, "I really am enjoying the view. And you're not the only one who likes playing. Now, come up here."
    Michael pulled Cole back until he was straddling his chest, his glorious ass right below his chin. He reached up and placed his hand, palm down, between Cole's shoulder blades. He caressed his hand down the curve of his back. He tried to put everything he was feeling into that touch. He knew it had taken a lot of courage for Cole to open up about his foot fetish. Again, he saw the hurt in his eyes, the expectation of cruelty in the rigid way he had held himself.
    Someone had hurt him. Badly. And Michael wanted to kick their ass. No way was he going to let Cole pleasure him alone after that, as if it was a payment for allowing him to simply be himself. He would show him this relationship would be different from what he's known in the past. He knew from his parents that love was about giving and taking, sharing in everything your partner enjoys and vice versa, and he was going to give Cole one hell of a lesson.
    Michael tilted his chin down so it touched the crack of Cole's ass. His tongue darted out licking the divot right at the top. Cole slumped forward, giving Michael better access to his hole. When he felt the wet heat of Cole's mouth on his cock, he lost track of what he was supposed to be doing. Cole devoured his shaft. It felt incredible. It felt desperate.
    And just like that, Michael remembered his purpose. Michael flattened his tongue against the skin behind Cole's balls and ran it up to his entrance, teasing the sensitive skin. He palmed his smooth ass cheeks and used his thumbs to spread them. He worked Cole's ass hard with his tongue. He felt the steady robotic rhythm of Cole's mouth on his dick falter. That's when he moved lower and took Cole's full length into his mouth all the way to the back of his throat.
    "Fuck," Cole screamed. This was too much. He had wanted to thank Michael for accepting his… proclivities. He wasn't supposed to be getting the greatest blowjob of his life. When Michael swallowed the head of his cock, he simply gave up thinking. He gripped the base of Michael's thickness, hollowed his cheeks and drove his mouth down. He wasn't sure what it all meant or what would happen from here, but he sure as hell was going to enjoy the ride.
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    They spent nearly an hour lying naked and spent amongst the covers that morning