Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

head of his cock. He worked the tip, sucking and squeezing the hypersensitive cap with his mouth. His tongue danced around the slit, probing the hole.
    Cole was groaning and writhing on the bed. "Please," he begged. Michael brought him to the edge between pleasure and pain and then relaxed his throat and swallowed his cock whole. "Ah, fuck," Cole screamed as Michael plunged up and down slowly along his shaft. When he let the head of Cole's cock fall completely out of his mouth, and started moving up his body, Cole whimpered.
    "I want to do something for you. Trust me?"
    Cole placed his palm against Michael's cheek. "Yes. I trust you."
    Michael climbed off the bed, grabbing the pillows and a blanket. He spread the blanket on the floor next to the bed and propped the pillows up against the frame. "Come here," he told Cole. "Sit on the blanket and rest back against the pillows." Cole did as he was told, obviously curious as to where this was going.
    Michael reached in the nightstand drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube. He climbed on the bed, sitting along the edge with his legs draped on either side of Cole's shoulders. He bent down over him from behind, lube slicking his palm and grasped Cole's hard cock. He pumped a few times, just enough to coat his length, then straightened up to sit. He draped his knees over Cole's shoulders and brought the soles of his feet together around his glistening cock.
    "Holy fucking shit," Cole gasped. "Michael, this…. No one's ever done this for me, Michael."
    " Shhh. Relax. I want to make you come. I want to fuck you with my feet until you explode all over them." He used the muscles in his calves to hold his feet pressed together, the arches making a tunnel for Cole's dick. His thighs took over from there, raising and lowering his legs, fucking Cole's cock with his feet.
    "Oh, God. Not. Gonna. Last. Long." Cole was panting and rocking his hips. He wrapped his arms around Michael's legs, and helped guide them up and down, his eyes riveted on the sight of his dick disappearing and emerging from between those sexy feet. Michael used all his strength, pressing his feet together harder, applying more and more pressure to Cole's shaft.
    "Fuck. Gonna Come," Cole shouted. He grabbed Michael's feet and shoved them all the way down to the base of his cock. White jets of come burst from his dick spraying the legs and feet wrapped around him. Cole moved Michael's feet up and down once, twice, milking every last drop of come from his shattered body.
    When the shudders stopped and his vision cleared, he turned into Michael's thigh and wept. A gentle hand caressed his head, soothing him. "Thank you for giving me that. It was so beautiful." He placed a kiss on his leg. "I love you so much. I need you so bad. I want you inside me, Michael. Please."
    Michael was shocked. His only goal had been pleasuring Cole. The idea of pursuing his own interests had never even crossed his mind, but now that it was a possibility, he wanted it. Not for the climax but for the completion between them. "Yes. Come here, Cole. I'll give you anything you want. Everything."
    He helped Cole back to the bed, nudging him onto his side so he could lay behind him. He felt closer to him like this, spooned around him, their bodies mirroring one another. He sheathed his length and coated himself with lube before massaging Cole's opening and gently sliding a finger inside.
    He burrowed his other arm beneath Cole's body and reached around to hug him against his chest. He kissed Cole's shoulder and the back of his neck, all the while working his hole with his fingers. When Cole started pushing back against him, he removed his fingers and lifted his leg, parting his thighs and angling him open. Gently, so gently, he entered him, not wanting to hurt him. He had been hurt enough.
    "You feel so good around me, baby. So tight. Thank you for giving me this."
    Cole reached around and palmed the back of Michael's neck. He pulled him forward and twined their lips together before whispering into the dark, "You own my heart now, Michael. Please be gentle with it."
    "I'll keep it right where mine used to be."
    They spent the rest of the night intertwined in body and soul. Each proving to the other just how gentle they could be. They woke the next morning with a renewed sense of commitment between them but neither had known, or been willing to admit, that commitment also meant sacrifice.
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    The next six months were spent with Cole and Michael