2014 Top Ten Gay Romance

Rivals by Jeff Adams-5

Alex picked me up from the airport when I arrived Christmas Eve afternoon. We’d talked, instant messaged, video chatted and e-mailed every day since I’d gone back to S.F. I’d fallen hard for him.

My parents were disappointed I was staying with Alex while I was home for the week. I figured I could go to their house if that turned out to be a bad idea. I didn’t think that was going to happen though.

Alex was leaning against the side of his car as I came out of the airport, bags in hand. He leapt forward when he saw me and grabbed the hockey bag. “Hey you,” he said, kissing me. I was happy to kiss right back.

“Hey. It’s good to see you in person instead of on the computer screen.” It was lightly snowing and the flakes in his hair gave him a sparkly appearance. “You even arranged snow, I love that.” We piled the bags into the car and took off.

“So we’ve got the place to ourselves. Everyone went away, so it’s perfect.”

“It’s just more perfect. Spending the week was already perfect.”

“Awww.” He held my hand as he drove.

We talked endlessly on the drive home—the schedule of seeing his friends and mine, weighing the options for New Year’s Eve and the somewhat dreaded parent visits. We were lucky with the traffic and we parked and unloaded in no time.

“Oh wow,” I said softly as we walked into the loft. “This is beautiful.” The loft was decked out for Christmas. Along the top of the walls, white icicle lights hung down. The huge tree in the corner was glowing with hundreds of small multi-colored bulbs. I set my bags down and went to look at the tree. Adding to the sparkle of the lights were small crystal prisms that cast the light out in all directions. “It’s a Christmas wonderland.”

Alex came up behind me and wrapped me in a hug. “I’m glad you like it.” He nibbled on my neck. A long, slow moan was the only response I could make. I hadn’t realized exactly how much I’d missed his touch. “So, I got you a present.” He released me and pulled a flat package from under the tree. The shiny purple paper was gorgeous as it reflected the light from the tree. “Merry Christmas.”

Alex beamed as he handed over the package, clearly pleased with what was inside. He practically bounced with anticipation. “You’re so cute right now.” I tore into the package and found a framed, black and white picture. It was Alex and me from one of our high school games. We were grappling in front of his goalie. The picture was shot from behind the net so it looked over the goalie’s shoulder and to us. Alex was facing the camera whereas I was caught in profile. We were both focused on trying to get the puck and with the expressions on our faces you’d think it was the most important task ever. “This is so cool. I’ve never seen this. Where did it come from?”

“My school newspaper. It’s from the second game of our senior year. I kept it pressed in my yearbook. I think it’s the first picture of us together. I’m still friends with the photographer so I called him up to see if he happened to have a hi-res original. Turned out he keeps all his files so I was able to get us great prints.”

“I love it. I love you.” I hugged him close with the picture still in one hand. “It’s amazing.” I kissed him, opening his lips with my tongue. He got right into kissing me back as we fought to see who could kiss deeper. He hugged me tight, pressing our bodies together. Alex’s erection put pressure against my thigh. I’m sure he felt mine, too. We hadn’t gone all the way during Thanksgiving. If I had anything to say about it, that was going to change very soon.

Alex broke the kiss, but kept his hold on me. “You realize what you said a second ago, right?”

I grinned. I knew exactly what I’d said.

“I love you, too.” He lightly kissed me on the lips. “Those three words are a great Christmas present.”

“I’m sure you’ll be hearing it a lot more.” I let Alex go so I could put the picture safely on the end table. “I’ve got something for you, too. Wait right there.” I went to my luggage and grabbed what I needed. “Okay, close your eyes because it’s not wrapped, thanks to that no wrapping paper on the plane rule. Are they closed?”

“Yup.”

“Cool.” I stepped back in front of him and held up my high school letter jacket. “Okay, open your eyes.” As soon as they were open, I said, “Alex, will you go steady with me?” I got the reaction I hoped for, a huge smile and a vigorous nod of his head.

“Hell yes I’ll go steady with you.” He put the jacket on. It was a little snug, but it fit. “This is so cool. We didn’t have letter jackets, so I love getting one now, especially yours.”

“It’s not too cheesy?”

“No way. We didn’t get to do this in high school, so why not do it now.”

“Merry Christmas.” I kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Mmmmm. Merry Christmas to you.” Alex put his tongue down my throat and started getting me out of my clothes. I started to do the same to him but he stopped me.

“Wait.” He stripped out of the jacket and handed it to me. I was confused but held on to it. He stripped off his sweater and tossed it aside. He took the jacket and put it back on, leaving it unsnapped. “How’s this?”

“Hot. Very hot.” I ran my hand across his hairy chest. “Check you out, you stopped trimming. This looks awesome.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

I leaned in, got my face just inside the coat and sucked on his n****e. My tongue flicked it, getting it hard. He pushed my face more into his chest. Wrapping my arms around him, I only mashed myself more into him. I held on to his n****e with my teeth while my tongue danced over the delicate skin. He writhed in my arms, letting me know this was a good spot.

I pulled back and came up to kiss him. Looking into his green eyes, I knew this was going to be one of the best weeks ever. I kissed him again and dropped down to his chin to run my lips over his goatee. The coarse hair felt wonderful. How lucky was I to have a hairy redhead hockey player in my life? Under his chin, I ran my tongue along the hard edge of the goatee and then licked my way down his neck.

Alex quivered. His shudders ran through my mouth and arms as I touched him. Small moans escaped as I explored each new piece of skin. I slowly kneeled as I licked and nibbled down to his flat stomach and looked up at him as my tongue explored his bellybutton, which made him laugh. Duly noted that his bellybutton is a ticklish spot.

Alex’s red treasure trail was beautiful. The red hair was darker as it went from his navel into the waistband of his jeans. I nibbled on the hairs, making him squirm as I continued to gently tickle him.

“Want me to go on?” My hand was on the top button of his jeans, his hardness clearly outlined in the denim. I couldn’t imagine he’d say no, but we’d gone slow so far and I didn’t want to mess up now.

He nodded. “Yes. Please, yes.” The hunger came through loud and clear in his voice.

I felt up the tightly packed jeans, squeezing the rock hard flesh trapped inside. Very slowly I unbuttoned the first button. It was difficult to slowly unbutton jeans, but I wanted to keep the mystery going as long as possible so I moved with deliberate precision. The black waistband of his underwear was revealed. The second button opened with the same movement, more color was revealed as the black gave way to dark, sexy purple.

“You’re killing me here,” Alex said. His green eyes had a pleading passionate look to them. “Get my jeans off already.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. “Geez, some people, always in a hurry.” I winked up at him.

“Geez, some people take too long to get where they’re going.” He stuck out his tongue. I was glad he could be as goofy as I was.

I yanked on the jeans, releasing the rest of the buttons. The looseness of his boxers allowed his c**k to produce a distinct tent. I took his pants down and he stepped out of them.

“Damn.” It came out as little more than a whisper. He was big, had to be at least seven inches and thick, too. As soon as I touched the tip of his c**k he moaned. I caressed the outline of the shaft, feeling it pulse under my touch. It was fun watching it jump around inside his shorts, but it was time to reveal it. I yanked the boxers down. His c**k snapped free, jutting out from a dark red nest of hair. Like the rest of him, his c**k was silky white. It was also a bit veiny, which gave it some nice character.

I brought my tongue to the tip. A drop of precum escaped just in time for me to get it. Delicious. My lips closed around his head and I swirled my tongue around, making sure I tasted all of it. Alex grabbed my head, running his hands through my curly hair as I took his c**k deeper. He was the definition of a mouthful. His cockhead hit the back of my throat before my lips got to the base. I willed myself to take the remaining length. Luckily my gag reflex cooperated.

Alex grunted as I made the last push. “Oh man. You took it all on the first try. f*****g amazing.”

My tongue moved around the steely shaft, running over the veins and investigating every bit of skin it could reach. Looking up, I saw Alex’s eyes closed. He looked completely happy. I slid up and down his c**k, making sure to take it all the way each time. I made sure to almost let it slip out of my mouth so my tongue could lick across the head. Then I’d take it slowly all the way back down. My goal was to taste as much as possible with each stroke.

I worked Alex’s balls in one hand, which caused his c**k to pulsate as I kept sucking it in my wet, warm mouth. Alex tightened his grip on my head and started to assert himself, no longer content for me to dictate the speed of things. He thrusted, pushing himself even further down my throat than I thought possible. I released his balls and hung on to his hips to steady myself.

He got more into it, f*****g my mouth. I relished the sweetness of the precum he released. His balls bounced off my chin as he kept going, really letting me have it. His moans mixed with mine. My c**k, still trapped in my jeans, throbbed, begging for release. Alex went from moaning to something much louder. He was close.

“Mitchell, I’m gonna blow.” He tried to pull out but I grabbed his ass and forced him to stay put. I looked up and met his eyes. He was glowing with all the Christmas light behind him. It was just a couple thrusts before the first streams of c*m went down my throat and Alex cried out as the climax ripped through his body. He held on to my head and I held him tight at the hips so he wouldn’t fall over.

As he slowed down, I ran my tongue over his still rigid pole, cleaning it up ever so gently. When I finally let it go, I grabbed his hands and pulled him down to the floor with me so that he fell on top of me.

“Alex, that was amazing.” I hugged him tight and felt him still shaking from his release.

“Your mouth was incredible,” he said.

“I think it was your c**k that was incredible. I was just along for the ride.” He kissed me deep. “I’m glad we’ve got all week to do a lot more of that.”

“We need to get you out of these clothes,” he said. “I’ve waited for years to see you naked.” He pulled me to a sitting position and pulled my sweater and t-shirt over my head, tossing them over his shoulder. They landed right next to his sweater. “Let’s get you up for a second.”

Alex stood and pulled me up. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled off my jeans and briefs faster than I thought possible. “Look at these legs, so strong.” He kneeled down, ran his hands over my legs. “So hot. And look at this.” He grabbed my c**k in his fist and lightly stroked it. I was so turned on from working on him I was close to blowing myself. I grunted as he stroked me while his tongue darted over my balls.

“Feel so good.”

“I need this. Right now.” He left me there, confused again. He darted away, towards his bedroom. He looked hot scampering through the apartment, clad only in my jacket with a still mostly hard d**k bouncing in front of him. Before I could follow him, he was back with a strip of condoms and lube. “Okay, mister big shot center,” he took a pause and kissed me. “Let’s see what this stick can do.”

I had no idea he could look like this. His green eyes were lit up with lust. I shuddered seeing the smolder. He pushed me back until I was sitting against the couch. Ripping the condom package open with his teeth, he quickly rolled it over my c**k and lubed me up. He straddled me, and reached behind me to put my c**k exactly where he wanted it.

He teased his hole, coaxing my c**k past the first ring of muscle. I cried out as the head slipped in. He felt so good. I couldn’t believe he was taking me just that quick. He stopped a moment, leaned down to kiss me. He flexed his hole, getting used to me. I pulsed in time with him, which made us both get more vocal as we kissed. Suddenly he drew himself upright and slid himself the rest of the way down. His balls were against my pubes and I was buried deep inside this man I’d fantasized so about for years.

Alex rode me, holding on to my shoulders. He sat down with force each time, getting me deeper in him. I was sure the neighbors were going to bang on the door to see what was going on because we got louder by the second. I closed my eyes and let the waves of pleasure cascade over me. Nothing had ever felt like this—nothing I’d done to myself and nothing anyone had ever done to me.

He leaned forward again and sucked on my n****e, bringing me out of my daze. I opened my eyes and looked at the top of his head. I hugged him and started thrusting, adding upward momentum to his downward thrusts.

“Oh yeah, Mitchell, that’s it. Right there.” It was more like a mumble as he spoke into my chest.

“Alex, I’m not going to last long if you don’t slow this down.”

His only response was to somehow get me even deeper into his tightness.

“Fuckin’ give it me, Mitchell. I want you to blow.”

“You got it.” I drove in harder. He sat up, which improved the angle.

“Yes, that’s it.”

“I love you, Alex.” I found the strength to pound him more. We were both in a frenzy, focused only on getting off. “I’m gonna come, Alex. Right now.”

I gripped his shoulders as I shuddered from the orgasm. Shot after shot filled the condom. I had to stop thrusting because the pleasure was overwhelming. He kept driving himself down on me, which forced his own orgasm to kick in. His c*m shot onto my stomach, chest, and the couch, too. Alex rode me until my body went limp under him and the moans got quieter.

He collapsed into the gooey mess on my chest and I hugged him tight. It felt so right to have our two overheated bodies pressed together. I was still buried in him and that added to the afterglow.

“My god, Mitchell, that was amazing. Are you always that good?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” I kissed the top of his head. “Absolutely spectacular.”

We kissed gently for a while, until Alex finally grunted in between a couple kisses and tried to adjust himself.

“We can move to get you more comfortable, you know?” I said.

“But I like it here, lying on top of you, your c**k still in me.” He gave me a quick kiss. “I’ve no idea how you’re still hard after all that.”

“Well, let’s see. I’ve got a hot man on top of me whose hard c**k is pressing into my stomach. How could I not be?”

There was a rumbling in between us.

“Was that you or me?” Alex asked.

“I’m actually not sure.”

“I think it might be time to find some food.” Alex sat up and then stood up, sliding off my c**k. He removed the jacket and tossed it on to the couch.

“It was so hot f*****g you while you wore that,” I said as we headed towards a warm shower. “That exceeded any high school dream I had about you.”

“Mine, too. My favorite dream was f*****g you in the locker room, you still in a jock strap.”

“We should try that one sometime,” I said as we stepped under the spray. “My go to was blowing you on your team bus after a game.”

“f**k yeah.”

We soaped each other up and got clean before just standing under the spray and making out for a while.

“So I was checking at work,” Alex said, as we were toweling off. “The company that owns the paper also owns one in Oakland. I was thinking about putting in for a transfer.”

“Really? That would be awesome.” I kissed him.

“You don’t think this is too fast do you? It’s not like I’m going to come out there and just move in, but it would put us in the same area so we could actually date without having to use a plane.”

“I’m thrilled. Just one more great Christmas present.”