John and Mace: Final

We were traveling back in time, to when we were young. We were as we could and should have been, if only John had not been weak. We kissed and kissed and kissed until I raised up and pulled my boxers off.

“I want to make love to you,” he whispered. I didn’t respond. I pulled him down on top of me and raised my legs. John reached into the nightstand, pulled out a condom and lube, and was quickly ready to enter me.

“Are you sure you want to do this,” he asked.

“I am.”

“I have not been with a man for a long time.”

I didn’t believe him. I had heard rumors from Thomas about the demise of his marriage and about an associate in his office. It didn’t matter. He was wearing a condom.

Being with John was easy and familiar. He entered me slowly. I adjusted and opened my hips so that he could glide against my prostate. Like I always had, I stared into his eyes as he delivered himself to me.

“You feel so good,” he said.