Page 37 of Saved By the Pitcher

Mike turned James onto his back, then climbed on board, sucking on James’ tongue while flicking James’ nipples. “You are so beautiful, James,” he panted.

Mike was beginning to realize James was sarcastic when he was nervous, so he wasn’t surprised when James still found the strength to utter, “But if you make choo-choo noises while you’re entering me, we’re done.”

“Baby, the only noises you’ll be hearing from me are the whimpers of a man who’s in disbelief at what’s happening,” Mike assured him, kissing James once more.

Mike decided he’d better proceed to the next step before each exploded from their anticipation and passion. He kissed his way down his lover’s body to the soft, soapy-smelling pubes. He then moved down to the hard cock that still struck his awe. Licking James made the man moan, squirm and flex his thighs in Mike’s roaming hands.

“Mike,” James panted.

“James, I want you so bad. I can’t get enough of you,” Mike confessed, taking James’ leaking dick into his mouth and sucking until James was losing control beneath him. With some regret, he let James fall from his lips so he could push James’ muscular legs up. James pulled his knees to his chest, exposing himself as Mike had done earlier. Mike had to agree with James’ earlier comment that there was nothing more beautiful than someone offering themself—especially this hot man. He used his tongue to create a wet trail over James’ balls, taint and anus, eliciting a guttural cry from James. Mike bathed James’ opening with his saliva, circling and probing the twitching hole.

“Stop teasing, Mike,” James pleaded.

As much as Mike was enjoying burying his face in James’ warm buttocks, he was even more eager to bury his dick. He slowed his excitement so he could prepare James by lubing and stretching him. When he probed with his forefinger, James hissed, and his tight muscles contracted. Mike pushed and twirled his digit until the resistance diminished. He inserted a second finger, loving the look of penetrating his lover. He twisted, pushed and scissored his fingers, making certain James was slick, loosened and ready. “Baby, tell me when.”

“Now,” James groaned.

Mike sheathed his cock with a rubber, then lubed it. Holding up James’ legs, he lined the head of his shaft to the impossibly small-looking entrance. He pushed about an inch of himself inside James. James moaned, a mix of discomfort and pleasure.

“I’ll go slow, James,” Mike promised. “I know it’s been a while.” James didn’t respond, which Mike took as agreement with the plan. He pushed bit by bit, watching James’ expressions to see when pain turned to relaxation, and when comfort moved on to lust. When he was fully inside James, Mike looked down at where they were joined, marveling at seeing himself immersed in the beautiful man.

Jolting him from his reverie, James snapped, “No parking.”

Mike chuckled, pulling his dick back. He loved watching his cock working James’ opening while also seeing James’ ecstatic face. Mike started a slow rhythm of in-and-out thrusts, the wet tightness shooting bolts of pleasure to him with each movement he made. Once the slide was smooth and slick, Mike hurried the pace, pounding against James’ prostate.

James was whimpering words, but Mike couldn’t decipher them. They could have been satanic, as he thought James must be the devil himself to inspire such lust and gratification. Mike felt and heard his balls slapping against James’ ass with every downward stroke, heightening his pleasure as the sounds mixed with those of his and James’ cries. Mike looked down to watch himself pull out of the now-sweating ass, then plunge back in with one hard stroke. He repeated the movement a couple of times, causing James to shout his name.

Unable to take any more, Mike resumed fucking at a frenetic pace, yelling as James’ rectum coaxed multiple hot spurts into the condom. Mike continued pumping while grabbing James’ cock and twisting it in his hand. James let out a loud groan like he was in pain, but the streams of milky cream erupting from his throbbing dick revealed what he was truly experiencing. Mike watched with awe as the cum from his lover continued to splatter his beautiful torso until it came to a halt and James lay covered in a pool of his emissions.

Mike pulled out of James, holding onto the condom. He removed it, tied it and tossed it over the bed, collapsing on top of the guy who had just given him the best orgasm of his life. Both were still panting and touching each other as they tried to catch their breaths. After a moment, Mike grabbed his T-shirt from the floor and cleaned up his partner. Tossing the cum-soaked garment back to the carpet, Mike used his clean hand to pet James’ hair while kissing his nose, cheeks and lips. “James, that was so wonderful. Thank you.” He almost found himself saying ‘I love you,’ but stopped himself in the nick of time.

James kissed the side of Mike’s head, but remained quiet. He stroked Mike’s back, though, giving Mike a sense of peace.

After two rounds of sex, both were sated and sleepy. Mike rolled to his side, pulling James into a cuddle until they both fell into a deep slumber.

* * * *

When Mike awoke, the apartment was as dark as the night outside the window. He glanced to the nearby alarm clock—it was two in the morning. He was surprised James wasn’t in bed. Mike glanced at the ensuite, but he could make out that the door was open and the lights weren’t on. Beginning to worry, he rose from the bed and walked into the kitchen-living room area of the apartment. Once his eyes adjusted, he saw that James had put on sleep pants and was standing by the window, staring at the dimly illuminated street.

Mike wasn’t sure how to make his presence known without startling the man, but it seemed James sensed his presence. “I couldn’t sleep,” James murmured without turning around. “My sleep pattern is screwed up now.”

Mike walked to where James was standing, worried that James’ comment was an accusation that Mike had let them fall asleep in the afternoon. James had mentioned that it was important for him to maintain his schedule for work. “I’m sorry, James,” he offered, even though he knew he was no more at fault than James.

James nodded. “I fell asleep too early.”

From behind, Mike put his arms around James. “Are you okay?”

James ignored the question. “You shouldn’t be standing in front of a window naked.”

Mike laughed. “It’s dark in here. Nobody can see. Besides, your body is shielding me.” James didn’t respond, and Mike sensed that something more than a disrupted sleep pattern was bothering him. Mike rubbed James’ upper arms and kissed the back of his neck. He was relieved that James didn’t pull away or signal that it was unwanted. “Was I keeping you awake? I’m never sure if I snore or toss around a lot in bed.”

James huffed a soft laugh. “You snore a little. It wasn’t a big deal. You don’t toss around. Your death grip on my body prevented that.”

Mike wasn’t sure if the last statement was made with affection or annoyance. “Oh, yeah. I’ve been told by people that I’m a cuddler.”

“They were right,” James replied.

Mike started to worry that James was angry with him, or that this was the start of James pushing him away, just as Billy had warned. “James, you only need to tell me what to do or not to do to make you happy. If you come back to bed, I’ll keep distance between us.”