Page 20 of His Cruelest Moves

“Take a deep breath and breath out slowly.”

As Isard exhaled, he pushed in slowly and evenly. Isard’s breath became a cry, but he kept breathing, relaxing more and more. Finally Alex was deep inside.

“Feel OK?”

Isard nodded, still focusing on his breathing. Without moving, Alex leaned in and kissed him deeply. Their mouths opened and their tongues entwined. They stayed that way for along time, Alex barely moving, just enjoying the two of them locked together through their mouths and groins.

“That feels nice,” Isard whispered.

Alex flexed inside him, and when he nodded that it was OK, Alex drew his cock out slowly until just the head was still just held by his sphincter before pushing back in smoothly. Isard sighed and groaned, but Alex could tell it was not hurting him as it had at first. He pulled out again, all the time his eyes boring into Isard’s, trying to read him. This time when he pushed in, Isard’s eyes widened, but he let out a wow!, smiling through the pain. Alex increased his rhythm a little faster. Their gazes remained locked together, eyes just inches from each other. Alex saw that Isard’s irises weren’t brown as he’d first thought, but far lighter, almost hazel in color. How had he not noticed that? He kept thrusting in, establishing a regular rhythm, until Isard was moaning loudly.

“Oh yes, please! Fuck me Alex! I want you!”

“You’re beautiful, Isard. I’ve wanted to do this for so long!”

But he was getting close. He didn’t want to cum before Isard, so he held off and tried to focus on other things, like the sunlit hazel of Isard’s eyes. But Isard was crying out, and had grabbed his own cock and started pumping it.

“I’m close! Give it to me, give me your cum!”

And then he couldn’t hold off. Arching his back and driving into Isard with all his might, he began to cum in big spasms, feeling the condom fill around his dick, becoming slippery with his own cum. Isard was pulling himself wildly, and then he cried out, shooting large gobs of semen right up the dark trail of his chest. Alex collapsed on top of him and their mouths found each other, kissing deeply as their orgasms subsided.

Carefully taking hold of the edge of the condom with one hand to avoid it slipping off, Alex slowly pulled out. Now tender after having come, Isard winced as he withdrew. Alex got up and, carrying the full condom to the edge of the room, he wrapped it in a tissue that was sitting on the desk, and then deposited it in the waste paper basket. Then, nabbing a towel hanging on a hook, he came back and knelt down beside him, and began wiping Isard’s body clean of cum and lubricant. Then he lay down beside him on the matting, cradling him in his arms.

“That was awesome,” Isard breathed. “Thank you.”

“Not too rough?”

Isard shook his head. “It hurt at times, but it also felt good.” Then he smiled. “You have quite a mean streak. Quite cruel even, but in a horny way.”

“I loved everything we did,” Alex said. “And I’m glad I was able to help you discover some new things you didn’t know you liked. So what was my cruelest move then?”

Leaving after my dad surprised us, was what Isard wanted to say, but he held it back, saying instead:

“Definitely the deep throat. That was very horny. I hope we can do that again.”

“You bet. I loved that.” Alex was silent for a moment, then his face clouded before he went on. “So, do you think we could keep seeing each other? Totally in a non-professional capacity, of course.”

“I hope so,” Isard said. “But aren’t you bisexual? Won’t you want to… see other people?”

Alex shook his head. “Just you, only you. I want to explore where we can go with this. But…”

“Yeah? What?”

“You have to be patient with me. Our backgrounds are totally different. I’m not used to being quite so open about this. My folks are endlessly pressuring me to get married….”

“Do you want to?”

“No, I… I want to explore what we have together. But I can’t go from black to white in an instant. And I won’t disrespect them either. ”

“OK.” Isard looked serious and sat up, crossing his legs so that there was a bit of distance between them. “But you need to make me the commitment that you’ll work toward being open about who you are, and not hiding it, whether that’s gay or bisexual. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with someone who’s in the closet.”

“The rest of your life? I hope it’s the rest of our lives.”

They looked at each other for a long time, each trying to read what might be the other’s truth.

“OK, I like you… a lot,” Isard finally said. “I’d really like that to be more.”

“Me too,” said Alex. “I want to be with you and see if we can make this work. I know it’s way too early to say ‘I lo—’”