Chapter 5
“Attis, you’re doing it wrong,” Blake growled.
The psychic stopped in his tracks, looking worriedly down at his lover. “What’s wrong, Blake?” he asked anxiously.
“Well, for one thing, you’re not inside of me,” the cop replied in exasperation. “Look, get off of me. We’ll try this another way.”
Attis slid away, sniffling a bit. “I’m sorry, Blake,” he said unhappily.
Blake pushed him down on the bed. “It’s okay. I know you haven’t ever done this before. Just lie still and let me do this,” he added, before he bent his head and engulfed the psychic’s large cock in his mouth.
“Ooo, Blake!” Attis cried, pushing his hips up off the bed. “Oh!”
But Blake didn’t bring him to orgasm. He drew away, making Attis whimper in disappointment. The cop reached out to grab the lube from the blanket, and moved to straddle Attis’ narrow hips. He put some lube on his fingers and reached behind himself to thrust a slicked up digit inside of himself. “This will…be…easier,” he grunted as he fingered himself. “For your first time.”
Attis watched him, feeling shivers of desire race through him as Blake’s face twisted in pleasure at his own ministrations. Finally, the cop removed his fingers and reached down to grasp Attis’ penis. He moved his hips, positioning himself. Attis gave forth a choked sound as he felt himself being surrounded by hot tightness for the first time. Blake paused, his mouth twisted, as he tried to adjust to Attis’ size. “Are you okay, Blake?” Attis gasped.
“Yeah. Just give me a second.” the detective replied tightly.
Attis tried to stay as still as possible. Finally, Blake’s jaw relaxed and he began to move backward and down, in increments, taking Attis in. He made low sounds as he was filled to the breaking point by that thick piece of flesh. When his ass reached the soft, light-brown pubes, he let out a long breath. He looked down at his lover, seeing how glazed his eyes were.
“Does it feel good, Attis?” he growled.
“Yes,” Attis whimpered. “Oh, Blake…”
The detective grinned nastily to himself and deliberately tightened his internal muscles around the cock inside of him, making Attis cry out incoherently. Blake began to move a little, raising and lowering himself at the pace he liked best. He’d almost forgotten how good it could feel to be penetrated, especially by something as big as Attis’ cock. It hit all of his pleasure spots, and he moved to find an angle that would rub his prostate on each downward push. He grabbed his own cock and stroked it slowly as he moved, listening to the gurgles of pleasure being torn from Attis’ throat.
Attis began to push upward a bit with his hips, unable to help himself. He found a counterpoint to Blake’s movements, and his mouth opened as he struggled to breathe at all. This felt so very, very good! And it was clear that Blake felt just as good, if his low groans and the puddle of pre-cum pooling on Attis’ stomach were anything to go by. The tendons in his neck were standing out as he began to move faster, bucking his hips a little as he rode his lover.
“Blake, Blake, Blake,” he began to chant helplessly, his fingers digging into the blankets on either side of him. He felt like his loins were going to explode.
Those muscles squeezed him relentlessly. An evil smile traced over Blake’s mouth. “Come, Attis,” he ground out, pushing down and tightening his internal muscles once more. “Do it now.”
He couldn’t help but obey. It was too much, much too much…he exploded, crying out incoherently, coming in a rush. He shot and shot inside of Blake’s body, and he both saw and heard as Blake’s back arched and he began to come all over Attis’ stomach as a dark, strangled cry burst from his lips.
“oh, oh, oh,” Attis panted, lying still on the bed as his body quivered and twitched in the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.
Blake slid away slowly, sitting on the bed and running a possessive hand over Attis’ stomach. He gathered up his own semen and pre-cum, then held out his fingers to Attis. The psychic made a low sound and opened his mouth, taking in those fingers. He sucked at them, cleaning them off eagerly. His pink tongue lapped at the glistening digits, savoring the bittersweet taste.
“I take it you liked being on top, Attis?” Blake asked huskily. “Well, sort of, anyway.”
“Yes, Blake,” Attis replied happily, giving a last lick to his pointer finger like a happy kitten.
“Would you like to do it again sometime?” the detective asked next.
Attis nodded eagerly. “It was very good, Blake,” he said.
“All right. I liked it, too. We’ll definitely do it again sometime,” Blake lifted him up and claimed his mouth in a deep kissing, tasting his own juices on Attis’ tongue.
Attis sat in the bakery and looked around. “It looks great, Cam!” he enthused. “And it smells good, too,” he went on, sniffing at the air.
“Thanks, Attis. It took a lot of work, but it’s finally open.” cam said in satisfaction, glancing around his new business. People were sitting at almost every table, eating baked goods and drinking coffee.
“How are you and Victor doing?” Attis asked next, looking at his brother.
Cam smiled. “Really good,” he replied. “He’s amazing, Attis. I’m so glad that I met him.”
“I feel the same way about Blake,” the psychic replied with a bright smile.
Cam eyed him. “Doesn’t he ever get on your nerves? I mean, he’s so grumpy and annoyed all the time…”
Attis giggled. “No, that doesn’t bother me. It’s just Blake being Blake. I wouldn’t change anything about him.”
“Well, as long as you’re happy…” Cam said.
“I am. Even my rabbits are happy. They really like Blake, though he doesn’t like them,” Attis said merrily.
Cam laughed. “I guess if he can handle your oddities, then he’s definitely the right person for you, bro,” he teased.
Attis nodded. “That’s what I’ve been saying. I know I’m weird, Cam. But Blake doesn’t really seem to mind, no matter how much he grouses about it all the time. I know a lot of people wouldn’t be able to stand me and my peculiarities. But Blake likes me just as I am, too. Which is a miracle. And you shouldn’t ever question miracles.”
Cam spotted a certain familiar blonde walking through the door of the bakery just then, and smiled as he lifted his hand to wave at his lover. Victor returned the smile and began to walk toward their table. “You’re completely right, Attis,” he told his brother, “You definitely shouldn’t question miracles.”
The End
“Attis, you’re doing it wrong,” Blake growled.
The psychic stopped in his tracks, looking worriedly down at his lover. “What’s wrong, Blake?” he asked anxiously.
“Well, for one thing, you’re not inside of me,” the cop replied in exasperation. “Look, get off of me. We’ll try this another way.”
Attis slid away, sniffling a bit. “I’m sorry, Blake,” he said unhappily.
Blake pushed him down on the bed. “It’s okay. I know you haven’t ever done this before. Just lie still and let me do this,” he added, before he bent his head and engulfed the psychic’s large cock in his mouth.
“Ooo, Blake!” Attis cried, pushing his hips up off the bed. “Oh!”
But Blake didn’t bring him to orgasm. He drew away, making Attis whimper in disappointment. The cop reached out to grab the lube from the blanket, and moved to straddle Attis’ narrow hips. He put some lube on his fingers and reached behind himself to thrust a slicked up digit inside of himself. “This will…be…easier,” he grunted as he fingered himself. “For your first time.”
Attis watched him, feeling shivers of desire race through him as Blake’s face twisted in pleasure at his own ministrations. Finally, the cop removed his fingers and reached down to grasp Attis’ penis. He moved his hips, positioning himself. Attis gave forth a choked sound as he felt himself being surrounded by hot tightness for the first time. Blake paused, his mouth twisted, as he tried to adjust to Attis’ size. “Are you okay, Blake?” Attis gasped.
“Yeah. Just give me a second.” the detective replied tightly.
Attis tried to stay as still as possible. Finally, Blake’s jaw relaxed and he began to move backward and down, in increments, taking Attis in. He made low sounds as he was filled to the breaking point by that thick piece of flesh. When his ass reached the soft, light-brown pubes, he let out a long breath. He looked down at his lover, seeing how glazed his eyes were.
“Does it feel good, Attis?” he growled.
“Yes,” Attis whimpered. “Oh, Blake…”
The detective grinned nastily to himself and deliberately tightened his internal muscles around the cock inside of him, making Attis cry out incoherently. Blake began to move a little, raising and lowering himself at the pace he liked best. He’d almost forgotten how good it could feel to be penetrated, especially by something as big as Attis’ cock. It hit all of his pleasure spots, and he moved to find an angle that would rub his prostate on each downward push. He grabbed his own cock and stroked it slowly as he moved, listening to the gurgles of pleasure being torn from Attis’ throat.
Attis began to push upward a bit with his hips, unable to help himself. He found a counterpoint to Blake’s movements, and his mouth opened as he struggled to breathe at all. This felt so very, very good! And it was clear that Blake felt just as good, if his low groans and the puddle of pre-cum pooling on Attis’ stomach were anything to go by. The tendons in his neck were standing out as he began to move faster, bucking his hips a little as he rode his lover.
“Blake, Blake, Blake,” he began to chant helplessly, his fingers digging into the blankets on either side of him. He felt like his loins were going to explode.
Those muscles squeezed him relentlessly. An evil smile traced over Blake’s mouth. “Come, Attis,” he ground out, pushing down and tightening his internal muscles once more. “Do it now.”
He couldn’t help but obey. It was too much, much too much…he exploded, crying out incoherently, coming in a rush. He shot and shot inside of Blake’s body, and he both saw and heard as Blake’s back arched and he began to come all over Attis’ stomach as a dark, strangled cry burst from his lips.
“oh, oh, oh,” Attis panted, lying still on the bed as his body quivered and twitched in the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.
Blake slid away slowly, sitting on the bed and running a possessive hand over Attis’ stomach. He gathered up his own semen and pre-cum, then held out his fingers to Attis. The psychic made a low sound and opened his mouth, taking in those fingers. He sucked at them, cleaning them off eagerly. His pink tongue lapped at the glistening digits, savoring the bittersweet taste.
“I take it you liked being on top, Attis?” Blake asked huskily. “Well, sort of, anyway.”
“Yes, Blake,” Attis replied happily, giving a last lick to his pointer finger like a happy kitten.
“Would you like to do it again sometime?” the detective asked next.
Attis nodded eagerly. “It was very good, Blake,” he said.
“All right. I liked it, too. We’ll definitely do it again sometime,” Blake lifted him up and claimed his mouth in a deep kissing, tasting his own juices on Attis’ tongue.
Attis sat in the bakery and looked around. “It looks great, Cam!” he enthused. “And it smells good, too,” he went on, sniffing at the air.
“Thanks, Attis. It took a lot of work, but it’s finally open.” cam said in satisfaction, glancing around his new business. People were sitting at almost every table, eating baked goods and drinking coffee.
“How are you and Victor doing?” Attis asked next, looking at his brother.
Cam smiled. “Really good,” he replied. “He’s amazing, Attis. I’m so glad that I met him.”
“I feel the same way about Blake,” the psychic replied with a bright smile.
Cam eyed him. “Doesn’t he ever get on your nerves? I mean, he’s so grumpy and annoyed all the time…”
Attis giggled. “No, that doesn’t bother me. It’s just Blake being Blake. I wouldn’t change anything about him.”
“Well, as long as you’re happy…” Cam said.
“I am. Even my rabbits are happy. They really like Blake, though he doesn’t like them,” Attis said merrily.
Cam laughed. “I guess if he can handle your oddities, then he’s definitely the right person for you, bro,” he teased.
Attis nodded. “That’s what I’ve been saying. I know I’m weird, Cam. But Blake doesn’t really seem to mind, no matter how much he grouses about it all the time. I know a lot of people wouldn’t be able to stand me and my peculiarities. But Blake likes me just as I am, too. Which is a miracle. And you shouldn’t ever question miracles.”
Cam spotted a certain familiar blonde walking through the door of the bakery just then, and smiled as he lifted his hand to wave at his lover. Victor returned the smile and began to walk toward their table. “You’re completely right, Attis,” he told his brother, “You definitely shouldn’t question miracles.”
The End