“Ahhh…fuck…I’m going to come,” Ramon moans continuing to twist the bed covers in his hands.
“Me too.” I can hardly speak with the pleasure that’s running through my body from the tip of my dick to the tip of my toes.
As I watch Ramon writhe under me, I witness his beautiful cock enlarge even more in my hand. The visual causes my dick to swell and leak into the condom as I carry on fucking his ass.
Looking up, I meet his gaze before dropping my head to the tip of his long cock. I suck Ramon’s shaft between my lips and I’m more than satisfied when the man under me moans and gasps in pleasure as his orgasm tears out of him.
I swallow everything Ramon gives me, and have just finished when he leans up and starts nibbling along my jaw. He nips along to my lobe as he presses his hands against my ass.
I orgasm. Cum shooting out of me into the condom as Ramon’s ass tightens around me, prolonging my pleasure.
RAMON. After we’re done and we’ve cleaned up, we find ourselves lying in each other’s arms watching a replay of an earlier hockey game. The left over birthday cake sits on the bedside table along with the tickets to a game—Noah’s gift for my birthday.
Life can’t get any happier, unless of course my family ruins it. I don’t think they would, but I can’t help wonder how my family will react to me being gay, or bisexual. Although, since I’ve met Noah and we’ve been living together in Lexington close to my family I’ve only been with Noah. I don’t want anyone else.
“What are you thinking about?” Noah asks. “You were happy and relaxed and now you’ve tensed.”
Sighing, I turn and lie on my side so I’m facing Noah. “I’m thinking about my family, and how they’d take the news about us.” It’s pointless lying to the man. Noah knows my mind as well as he knows my body.
“So that means you’re thinking about telling them.”
“I constantly think about telling them. I’m not ashamed to be with you and I want you to be with me at family meals and other family stuff, but every time I intend on telling them…I always * out.”
Noah moves in closer so we’re lying skin to skin, and says, “Knowing you want to tell them about me, and that you aren’t ashamed to be with me is all I need right now. You’ll tell them when you’re ready and I’m good with that.” Noah grins. “So, tell me. Did you have a good birthday?”
I laugh before tackling Noah and loom over him. “I had the perfect birthday, and that was all thanks to you.” The kiss I place on Noah’s lips is as slow as my smile. “Thank you.”