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Broken Road 13-14
Title: Broken Road
Author: Chaps1870
Warnings: Slash
Pairings: Jarrod/Adam
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Two old friends discover they share more than just a simple friendship
Disclaimer: This story is for entertainment only and not intended to infringe on the holders of rights of The Big Valley or Bonanza.
Chapter 13
Adam woke the next morning to the sounds of Jarrod being sick and rolled out of bed to check on him. Strolling to the bathroom, he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, not surprised to find Jarrod leaning over the commode looking rather pale. Cautious of getting too close, not sure how Jarrod would react in his present state, he cleared his throat to announce his presence.
Jarrod turned enough to peer at Adam through bloodshot eyes and groaned, “Go away.”
“You look like something the cat drug in.”
“I feel like it. Don’t you have something better to do?”
Shaking his head, Adam smiled, “No.”
His stomach convulsing suddenly, Jarrod paled as he turned away and moaned, “Please let me have some dignity here.”
Adam ignored him and stepping to the sink, wet a cloth. Very gently he placed on the back of Jarrod’s neck and was rewarded with a sigh. “Does that help?”
Jarrod nodded, his face hidden as he asked softly, “Why are you helping me after what I did?”
“You were drunk. You weren’t exactly thinking clearly.”
“It’s no excuse.”
“No, but it’s forgivable.”
Raising his voice, Jarrod implored Adam, “I don’t want your forgiveness.” Grabbing his head, he groaned at the stabbing pain his own voice had caused and dropped it to a whisper, “I thought we could be friends.”
Sitting on the edge of the tub, Adam spoke to Jarrod’s back, “We are friends, just not in the way you want.”
“I can’t be what you want me to be.”
“I’ve never asked for any more than you’re willing to give.”
“Why?”
Adam’s voice dropped very low as he answered, “Because I don’t want to be left with nothing.”
Shaking his head, Jarrod said despairingly, “I can’t do it any more Adam. It’s too hard. I honestly thought we could be just friends and everything would be like it used to be.”
“Is that what you really wanted?”
Jarrod turned and looked Adam in the eye, “No... it’s not what I wanted, but it’s all I could handle. Maybe I’m not so sure of things as you are, but then you aren’t the one that’s lost everything.”
Adam hung his head for a moment before getting to his feet, “I know what you’ve lost and I’m sorry. I’d do anything to make it better for you but I can’t.” His pulse raced in fear, knowing instinctively that all pretenses of a friendship were over and he was being dismissed from Jarrod’s life. He broke out in a cold sweat and moved further from Jarrod and closer to the door, ready to make a hasty retreat.
Taking the cloth from his neck, Jarrod used to wipe the dampness from his face and his voice was muffled as he spoke, “It isn’t working anymore. If anything it’s worse than it ever was.”
Adam’s next words couldn’t disguise the devastation he was feeling, “My train leaves in an hour. I don’t regret what we shared Jarrod, only that it ended so badly for you. If you ever change your mind, you know how to find me.” His shoulders slumping and his head hung low, he left Jarrod to his misery and went to deal with his own.
A month. It had only been a month and Jarrod hated himself for sending Adam away. Still reeling from all the turmoil in his life, he’d reacted hastily in the backlash and Adam had been the one to pay the price. He stood by him throughout it all when even his own brothers cast him out and Jarrod had tried to blame him for all of it and yet he was as much to blame as Adam. They had both made the conscious decision to act on their feelings, blind to the possible consequences. Jarrod did a lot of thinking in Adam’s absence, but mostly he tried to go back to his previous life. He took up his social commitments that for so long he’d been avoiding and even tried dating. What an eye opener that had been. Where before he could find something enjoyable about spending an evening with a beautiful woman, now his thoughts drifted to how much more enjoyable it would be to be doing the same things with Adam. Not possible of course, but the thoughts were there nonetheless.
Not one to usually have to pay for the comfort of a woman he found himself entering the brothel in search of some physical pleasure. He’d not been with a woman since Adam had shown up, and maybe that was all he needed to remind him that a woman could fulfill his needs as they once had. Heading to the young lady’s room, Jarrod quickly divested himself of his clothes and let her earn her pay. Even as her hands worked his aching length he imagined them being Adam’s hands, but he wanted more. Rolling her to her stomach, he lay atop and asked hesitantly as the tip of his shaft slipped between her fleshy cheeks. “Can I do it this way?”
The young girl nodded, “Sure Mister, it’ll cost ya extra though, and you gotta make sure you get me ready. I can’t afford to be outta commission.”
Already excited and needy, Jarrod rasped, “Tell me how.”
Squirming out from under him, the girl reached in her nightstand and pulled out a tin of cream, “Here, use this. Start with yer finger and then another until it stretches some. Don’t tear me up so bad that way. Lot more enjoyable if it don’t hurt.”
Jarrod looked at her in surprise, “It’s enjoyable for you?”
The girl smiled, “Well sure it is. I’ve had men come in beggin’ me to do them.”
“Why?” asked Jarrod curiously.
“You really want to find out? I can promise you it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.”
Lifting up, he rested his weight on his elbows as he asked with a frown, “Why do you want to do this?”
She looked at him with a mischievous grin, “Well, I don’t charge for the first time. Second time costs ya. You wanna try it?”
Reluctant, Jarrod nodded and began sweating nervously, “Is this going to hurt?”
Pushing him back on the bed, she chuckled, “Not if ya do it right. Try and relax, that helps a lot.” Placing her hands under his knees, she lifted them and opened him wider. Jarrod felt completely exposed, but his excitement more than made up for his vulnerability. Dipping her fingers in the thick cream she dropped one to his tight pucker and teased at the opening. Jarrod was alarmed first, but it quickly gave way to pleasure as she worked her finger over the sensitive area. As he grew used to her touch she eased her slender finger into his opening and he tried to pull away from the intrusion. Her hand rested on his belly to calm him as she spoke, “You gotta concentrate on lettin’ the muscles relax. If you can do that, it don’t hurt.”
Jarrod nodded and tried to follow her directions, and found that the pain disappeared when his sphincter finally loosened around her finger. She smiled at him and said reassuringly, “That’s the worst of it. You get to where you can do that and the pain ain’t so bad.” Very slowly she eased her finger into his tight tunnel and Jarrod panted despite himself. It was a feeling unlike any other, a fullness that bordered on uncomfortable but was erotic at the same time. He found it pleasing but wondered what was so addictive that would have men begging for it. That was until she hit a spot that had him arching off the bed and crying out with pleasure, “OH God, what was that?!”
She hit the spot again, and Jarrod felt the blood rush to his arousal and it pulsed frantically with need. Grabbing his erection, he pumped it with long, slow strokes, “Again!! More!!” Inserting a second finger she stretched him, teasing his prostate until he was writhing on the bed. When he felt a third finger enter his heated hole and fill him beyond what he though possible, he begged shamelessly, “Harder!!! Please!”
The girl pushed her fingers harder and faster, unaware of where Jarrod’s thoughts had drifted. All he could imagine was Adam’s long hard length slamming into him, filling him to capacity, stretching him until he could take no more. Jarrod suddenly cried out and shot stream after stream all over his stomach and chest in a soul wrenching orgasm. His hand pumped his pulsing length until he had nothing left to give and he slumped to the bed, shuttering in the aftermath. Pulling her fingers from inside him, Jarrod gasped at the loss and shivered uncontrollably.
The girl wiped her hand and gently cleaned him up, grinning as she worked, “Reckon I just got me another paying customer.”
It had been a very long morning and Jarrod was trying to compose a letter. A letter he’d never thought to be writing today. For two months he’d tried to live his life, until today. Today brought some startling revelations and now he had to make it right again.
A,
I spent the morning at an old friend’s grave and it dawned on me what a boring life he lived. In the final moment he had nothing to mark his place in this world and I realized I don’t want to suffer the same fate. To just live from day to day, hoping to survive to the next is not what I dreamed for myself. I’ve let my fears overrule everything. My family has abandoned me, I’ve cast you out of my life and what am I left with? Nothing more than my friend had when he left this world. I stood there thinking as I said goodbye, that I’m going to stop looking back, learn how to face my fears, and love with all my heart.
Life is a narrow path and we only have so much time to find that one true love. I’ve loved before or at least I thought so at the time. That is until you came back into my life. All the other loves fell into the past and were simply stepping stones to you. I think about all the time we’ve lost and I would do anything to give it back to you.
I bless the broken road that has led me to you, even if it meant losing all those years. I love you as I never loved another and hope that you can see it in your heart to take a second chance.
Love,
J
*************
Ben looked across the table at his oldest and worried as Adam picked at his food. He’d been distant for the last few weeks, even more so than normal. Things had improved considerably since Adam began making the regular trips to San Francisco, and Ben suspected that his son was seeing someone. It was like Adam to forego any information, so Ben could only speculate that a woman was involved. Whatever it was, his last trip had precipitated his son’s latest mood swing. He spoke when addressed but didn’t participate in a conversation unless asked specifically, and he’d been taking the jobs farthest from home, no matter how dirty or backbreaking the work was. Worse was the noticeable lack of appetite. In the two months since his return from San Francisco, he’d dropped at least ten pounds and his clothes no longer fit him tightly.
Glancing across the table, Ben cleared his throat, “Adam, when is your next meeting with Royce?”
“I’ve been meaning to bring that up, Pa. I was kinda hoping you might go to the next one.”
Hiding his surprise, Ben questioned, “I thought you liked going. You aren’t having trouble with him are you?”
Adam shook his head, “No trouble, Pa. I was just tired of making the trip.”
Little Joe jumped at his older brother’s lack of enthusiasm, “I’ll go Pa.”
Sitting next to his younger brother, Hoss laughed, “That’s right Pa, send Little Joe here. Reckon none of us ud hafta worry about that trip no more.” Joe started raise up in his seat to protest, when Hoss cut him off with a big hand on his shoulder, “Aw heck Joe, settle down. You don’t know nothin’ ‘bout no timber contracts.” With his fork, Hoss pointed at his father and Adam, “That’s why they go and you don’t.”
Hoss went back to eating while Joe crossed his arms in a huff and slumped down in his chair, “Well it can’t be all that hard.”
Not in the mood for Joe’s attitude, Adam looked at his father, “Let him go. Let him see how easy it is to deal with it all. Spending all day in suit, in a stuffy room with men that have no sense of humor, quibbling over a board foot of lumber.”
Rolling his eyes, Ben raised his voice, “That’s enough. I was just asking a simple...” At that moment a loud knock came at the door and Ben frowned, “Now who in the devil could that be?”
Hoss and Joe shrugged their shoulders as Ben threw his napkin down and went to answer the door. Adam peered around the corner to see who it was as his father opened the door. Whoever it was didn’t stay long and Ben walked back to the table with a piece of paper in his hand. Extending it to Adam, he explained, “Somebody sent Billy out to give this to you.”
Joe was leaning across the table, eyeing the paper, “Well open it. Who’s it from?”
Opening the paper, Adam read it...
I’m at the Palace Hotel, Room 17
J
Adam got up quickly, stuffed the paper in his pocket and headed for the front door, “I have to go to town, Pa. I’ll be back when I can.”
Ben hurried after Adam, and could see his son’s shaky hands as he strapped on his gunbelt and grabbed for his hat. Reaching out, he stopped Adam before he could leave the house. “Son, what is it?”
Smiling, Adam spoke reassuringly, “It’s nothing Pa. Just something I gotta do.”
“It’s awful late to be going to town.”
“I know, but this is important. I’ll probably stay in town so don’t wait up.”
Nodding his head, Ben wasn’t all that reassured. Adam was clearly hiding something and with his recent mood swing he couldn’t figure out what could be so important in town that Adam wouldn’t even finish his dinner. Adam didn’t seem too worried, maybe nervous but not worried, so Ben let him go, “Be careful.”
Anxious to be going, Adam smiled as he opened the door, “I will Pa, don’t worry.”
Chapter 14
Adam felt bad leaving his father to wonder, but his insides were twisting in anticipation over what he’d find in town and he hurried to saddle his horse and be off. It was the longest ride of his life and he pushed Sport as fast as he dared without winding the animal. Dismounting at the livery, he instructed them to bed him for the night and he hurried down the street to the hotel. Stepping into the alley, he headed up the back stairs, not wanting any questions asked as to what his was doing in town. It was easy enough and he stood outside room 17, lightly knocking with a shaky hand. When Jarrod opened the door, he slipped inside without a word and stood waiting for some sort of explanation.
Jarrod stepped closer to Adam, who was backing up nervously, trying hard to maintain the distance he’d grown accustomed to. This time it wouldn’t work because this time Jarrod wanted Adam. It was time to stop the charades and accept that this was as it should be. With his back to the wall, Adam swallowed hard and unconsciously licked his lips when Jarrod slowly leaned forward. Lifting his hand, Jarrod clasped the back of Adam’s neck and let his fingers sift through the fine hairs at his nape as his lips covered Adam’s in a soft and tender kiss. Adam’s mouth opened as his eyes closed and his head went back. He inhaled sharply when Jarrod’s lips met his, and he blissfully savored the touch and taste he thought was lost forever. Helpless to the sensations he’d been longing for, he stood motionless and panting for air as Jarrod slowly unbuttoned his shirt and ran his fingers across his collarbone and down his breastbone.
The whole time his fingers teased Adam’s chest, Jarrod continued his kisses, never hurrying. They were slow and torturous and Adam was lost in ecstasy. As Jarrod traced the line of his jaw with kisses, Adam tilted his head further back allowing him greater access. Ever so slowly, Jarrod sucked and kissed Adam’s salty skin working his way down his throat to the hollow of his collarbone and finally to the tiny sensitive nub buried in the dark hair of his chest.
Adam pulled back sharply as fire shot to his loins, but the wall behind him kept him firmly in place. His hands grabbed the wall for purchase as Jarrod’s tongue assaulted his tender pebble and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. His manhood ached painfully against the material of his pants, and still Jarrod teased. As lips and teeth nibbled and sucked one tight peak, fingers squeezed and circled the other until Adam’s hips arched towards Jarrod, desperate for contact. Stopping for a moment, Jarrod stood up straight and leaned his head into Adam’s, his tongue dancing across his ear as he breathed huskily, “I can’t live a lie anymore. Let me love you.”
Gulping for air, Adam could only nod, his whole body trembling with need and desire. When Jarrod’s hands reached for his belt, he sucked in a sharp breath of air as fingers grazed the skin at his waist. With infinite patience, Jarrod undid buttons with one hand, while the fingers of his other teased the cloth-covered ridgeline of Adam’s burgeoning flesh. When at last Adam was freed from the tight confines of his pants, he was panting and desperate for Jarrod’s touch. Jarrod’s hands rested on Adam’s hips and he very slowly slipped the pants down until they pooled at his feet. His pulsing shaft jutted outward, his eyes dark pools of desire as Jarrod returned to his flesh, kissing and sucking his neck and ears, but never allowing him the contact he so desperately needed. Pulling his shirt off his shoulders, Jarrod caressed Adam’s strong arms his eyes never leaving him. Removing the shirt, Jarrod watched as Adam impatiently kicked off his boots and pants, leaving him completely exposed.
After almost a year since their last real lovemaking, Adam was beyond caring about appearances. All he cared about was Jarrod touching him. When Jarrod led him to the bed, kissing him the whole way, he went without question. Jarrod kicked off his boots and began undressing as he requested huskily, “Roll over.”
As Adam dutifully rolled over, Jarrod quickly undressed and slid onto the bed, settling on his knees between Adam’s legs. Dropping his hands on either side of Adam, he leaned over and kissed his shoulder, smiling when Adam shivered. Adam lay with his head turned to the side, his mouth open with desire and Jarrod leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth as his tongue danced over his lips. His arousal slid into Adam’s cheeks and they both startled at the feeling, but were soon lost in a deep and powerful kiss. Jarrod dropped his weight onto Adam’s back and rocked his heated flesh into the tight crease of his ass. Moaning with pleasure, Adam tried to twist his head enough to grant Jarrod’s tongue entrance to his own questing mouth. Desperate for more and feeling restrained, Adam tried to lift his weight to roll over onto his back but Jarrod hushed his movements with a throaty whisper, “Stay still. Let me do this for you.” Sliding his sweating torso down Adam’s back he added, “Do you trust me?”
Adam swallowed and spoke with a strangled whisper, “Yessss. Oh god, Jarrod. I’m barely hanging on here.”
Massaging Adam’s firm cheeks with long fingers, Jarrod reassured him, “Just relax for me. I promise you’ll like this.” When a finger slipped into his crack and danced across his puckered flesh, Adam’s cheeks tightened reflexively. In the next instant he was lifting his hips to open himself to Jarrod’s probing, wanting more of the wonderful sensation. Reaching behind him to the small tin on at the end of the bed, Jarrod covered his fingers with the lubricant and marveled at the ease at which it slipped between Adam’s cheeks. He moved slowly, letting Adam get used to his touch, increasing the pressure with each pass. When Adam’s hips rose off the bed and he tried pushing into Jarrod’s finger, he very gently pushed his digit into the tight ring of muscle and held it still, allowing Adam the time to adjust. “Take it out!”
With his free hand, Jarrod rubbed circles on Adam’s back as he spoke, “Give it a second. Please Adam. You have to trust me. I won’t do any more than you want me to. You need to relax the muscle and the pain will go away.”
Adam was nodding furiously, only his trust for Jarrod kept him from jerking away from the finger that was penetrating him. Jarrod continued to utter reassurances, “Take normal breaths and relax.” It took a few seconds, but Jarrod finally felt the muscle relax and his arousal throbbed at the thought of being surrounded by such tightness. That was a long time off and he had more pressing things to do first. Very slowly, he pushed his finger into Adam’s warmth when he felt the hard nub and was almost as surprised as Adam when he jerked on the bed and whimpered, “Too...much!” Adam was panting for air, trying to calm his raging emotions and Jarrod stilled his hand to allow him some time to recover his breath. Lying across Adam’s back, he thrust his finger into his opening, his own flesh grinding into Adam’s thigh with each push of his finger. Adam was thrusting into the mattress and trying to push back onto Jarrod’s finger at the same time. When Jarrod slipped a second finger in, Adam lifted onto his knees, exposing his opening and allowing Jarrod access to his jutting erection. He gasped between breaths, “Need...to...stop!”
Jarrod scissored his fingers, opening Adam wider and pushed his fingers in deeper letting him feel the fullness and said seductively, “Don’t hold it. I want to pleasure you all night long. I want to love you.” His fingers found Adam’s prostate and his other hand wrapped around his hard pulsing shaft as it dangled between his legs. Adam bit back a cry, slammed himself onto Jarrod’s fingers and came hard, spewing his seed all over the bed. Jarrod thrust his fingers in and out, striking his prostate over and over until he milked him dry and Adam lay in a boneless heap on the bed. Even then Jarrod’s fingers continued a slower motion, carefully avoiding the oversensitive tissue.
Trying to recover some air, Adam lay breathless on the bed, his body refusing to respond to even the simplest command. He fought to pull away from Jarrod’s fingers but his body wouldn’t listen and he lay helpless as they touched him in places he thought impossible. He felt lost in an ephemeral world, almost floating as he savored the feelings going through him. How long he was lost, he didn’t know but he soon felt the stir of his arousal and realized Jarrod was lightly teasing that one spot again. As the blood returned to his member so did the desire and he groaned with pleasure. He could hear Jarrod’s heavy breathing atop him and could feel the slippery hardness at his hip and realized that he’d forgotten everything but his own need for release. Moving from under Jarrod, the fingers in his ass were suddenly gone and he inhaled sharply at the loss. He tried to speak as he rolled over. “I’m sorry...Let me...help you!”
Jarrod moved back to Adam’s side and reached out to stroke his rising flesh as he leaned in for a kiss. “I’m fine. I want to do this for you. I’ve been so foolish. I want to show you how much I need you. Please let me do this for you.”
The blue depths looking down at him were filled with so much pain that Adam nodded solemnly and relaxed. Long fingers encircled his heated flesh and he gripped the sheets as his own stickiness coated and caressed his length. Jarrod brought him to the edge time and again only to back off and start over. His sweat soaked the covers beneath him, and he wondered how Jarrod was holding on to his own need for release when he was desperate for it. He’d never wanted anything as badly as this and he wanted to beg. Anything to relieve the aching, screaming need. When he thought he could stand no more, Jarrod slipped his finger back into his ass and caressed the tiny gland. With no thought of anything else, his hips shot off the bed and he came hard for a second time, his body tensing as he exploded from the inside out. The light that centered behind his balls was almost blinding and he could feel nothing but the scream of his release for what seemed like forever. As his body slumped to the bed, he felt Jarrod’s weight drop onto his and arms embraced him tightly. He lay there limply, as Jarrod thrust his hips several times and then his head was buried in his shoulder crying out in a muffled groan, “Adammmm!” A new stickiness joined his own, and Adam found the strength to wrap his arms around Jarrod as he shuddered with each tiny thrust until he had no more to give.
When at last they found their breath, Jarrod lifted himself up enough to kiss Adam, his desire unchecked. Between scorching kisses and hands that caressed him everywhere, Adam listened to Jarrod’s deep and sultry voice, “I love you... I want you inside of me... I want to feel you pushing in and out of me.... Oh god, Adam!... I need you so bad it hurts.” Jarrod’s frenzy was intoxicating and Adam was surprised to feel a small twitch in his groin. He wasn’t ready for more just yet, but it wouldn’t be long, of that he was sure. Of all that he expected when he got Jarrod’s note, this was not it. Jarrod’s earlier playing had Adam convinced that he would be the first, but the thought of breeching Jarrod’s tight hole and filling him completely was exciting him beyond what he thought possible. Even in a semi hard state, he fed off Jarrod’s need and his hands caressed and touched as frantically as Jarrod’s own. Taking control, he rolled Jarrod to his back and his mouth nipped and sucked at the salty skin of his chest. His tongue found the coppery circle of skin and he sucked at the hard nub in the center until Jarrod was thrashing his head on the bed. “Please Adam. I want you inside me!”
Rising off of him, Adam slid down to kneel between Jarrod’s outstretched legs and he opened him even further. Taking the cream that Jarrod used earlier, Adam followed his lead and coating his fingers, very gently slipped his finger into Jarrod’s tight pucker. Jarrod stiffened in pain, but panting harshly, willed himself to relax. Adam was immediately rewarded for his patience and his finger slipped in easily, hitting Jarrod’s prostate mostly by accident. The tightness and warmth was incredible and Adam experimented with his strokes, finding what worked best for Jarrod.
His legs spread wide and his member achingly hard, Jarrod looked at Adam and pleaded with dark blue eyes, “Please Adam, I need you!”
Adam nodded, and inserted a second finger trying to ready Jarrod. His own thickness scared him and he didn’t want to take any chances hurting Jarrod. Shaking with desire, he stretched Jarrod as much as his fingers would allow then inserted a third finger. Jarrod gasped at the added digit but didn’t pull away and Adam stopped his motions to allow him time to adjust. In the next breath, Jarrod nodded his head, “Move!” Hesitating a moment, Adam began thrusting his fingers in and out of Jarrod’s ass, hitting his prostate with every push. Jarrod’s lost control and fingers grabbed at the bed as his hips arched skyward. Adam felt his fingers being squeezed by the tight muscles and he watched as Jarrod’s balls tightened against his abdomen and blood pulsed in the veins of the engorged flesh in front of him. Jarrod clenched his teeth hard and convulsed in wave after wave of pleasure, spewing his seed all over himself. Adam was amazed that he could come without even being touched and it sent blood to his own hardness. Unsure after Jarrod’s release, Adam slowly removed his fingers and leaned over Jarrod as he laid trembling and gasping for air. “Do you still want this, Jarrod?”
Jarrod nodded weakly, and sighed, “Yes! Do it now. I won’t be any more relaxed than this.”
Adam almost chuckled at the sight Jarrod presented. Hot and sweaty, he bore little resemblance to the dignified lawyer in immaculate condition. He lay completely relaxed, his arms sprawled outward and a look of pure bliss graced his face.
“Are you sure?”
Jarrod lifted his head enough to peer at Adam through half lidded eyes, “I want you inside of me.”
Nodding, Adam used the cream to coat himself and shook with anticipation and fear. Slipping one arm under Jarrod’s knee he lifted him up, exposing the hole he wanted so badly. Grabbing his hot and needy length, he guided the tip to Jarrod opening and paused for a moment to gather a deep breath. “I’ll take it real slow. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
It was harder to get in than Adam anticipated and he finally had to push a little forcefully to get past the tight ring of muscle. He froze when Jarrod cried out and hissed through gritted teeth, “STOP! Oh God, Don’t move!” Panting frantically, tears slipped from behind his tightly closed eyes as he tried to fight the urge to clamp down tightly on the intrusion. Adam grew fearful of the pain he was causing and started to pull out only to have Jarrod whisper, “I just need a minute. Please!”
Adam was trembling to stay still, wanting to push in, but too afraid for Jarrod to even pull out. Jarrod’s muscles suddenly relaxed and he felt himself slip in another inch and looked up at Jarrod’s face, worried he might have cause more pain. Jarrod was staring back at him, wide eyed and breathing heavy, but the pain had been replaced by a look of discomfort. “Are you alright?” asked Adam, his voice wavering with desire.
Jarrod nodded, “It’s very tight. Push slowly.” Adam eased himself into Jarrod, until he was buried to the hilt, his balls brushing against Jarrod’s ass. Jarrod lay with his eyes closed trying to concentrate on relaxing. Adam felt huge inside of him and nothing prepared him for the overwhelming sensation of being filled to capacity. It was both uncomfortable and pleasing and he needed him to more. “Move, Adam!”
Pulling out slowly, Adam pushed his way in again with the same cautious movements. He was savoring every inch that went into Jarrod’s hot tunnel and he was startled from his thoughts by Jarrod’s plea, “Faster!”
Adam pulled out and thrust faster watching Jarrod for any sign of pain. When none came, he pulled out until only the tip of his thickness remained and he thrust forward sharply. Jarrod gasped and his erection wept precum from its purple crown. Adam continued to thrust harder and faster until he felt the sudden constriction of muscles around his shaft and he lifted his head to see Jarrod throw his head back and moan. Worried about being too loud, Jarrod covered his mouth with his forearm and muffled his cries as he came harder than he ever imagined possible. Adam stilled, fighting his own need for release, not ready to relinquish the tightness surrounding him. His hand grabbed for Jarrod’s erection and he concentrated on finishing him off. Jarrod jerked uncontrollably as his orgasm assaulted every nerve ending in his body and light flashed unrelenting in his brain. When it finally subsided, he realized he was covered in his own stickiness and Adam was pounding into his ass with abandon. Bent over almost double now, each of Adam’s thrusts stroked his prostate and he felt himself begin to stir again.
Looking up at the intense concentration on Adam’s face he asked huskily, “Tell me, Adam. What does it feel like?”
“Oh god Jarrod... It’s almost too much... so damn tight! I want to slam into you so hard, you scream.”
Jarrod looked him in the eye and said, “Harder! You don’t have to hold back.”
Understanding what Jarrod was saying, Adam thrust harder. This was so different than being with a woman. Always there was the fear of hurting. Always the fear of appearing too rough. Jarrod understood and he slammed into his ass harder and harder with each thrust. The sweat poured off of him, dripping onto Jarrod and mingling with his own sweat and stickiness. He was so close, but the need for more pushed him on and he wanted it to go on forever. Jarrod lay thrashing his head, unable to gain any leverage in the position he was in. Adam’s hands pushed on the back of his thighs as he pounded into him, his sac slapping his ass and sending fire through his balls as his hardness hit that sensitive mound inside his ass over and over. The fullness inside was almost overwhelming and he grabbed his own distended flesh and stroked it hard and fast to match the pounding he was taking. His eyes shot open when he felt Adam swelling even larger inside of him and his thrusts became frenzied and erratic. Adam slammed himself deep inside of Jarrod and stilled for only a second as he erupted once, then he thrust again and again in short desperate pushes with each spurt of his essence. Jarrod followed him into the abyss with his own sharp spasms and they fed on each other, intensifying the experience. They pushed and strained to release every ounce and even then their thrusting continued in an involuntary show of need. When at last Adam’s softened flesh slipped from Jarrod, he let go of his hold and helped Jarrod stretch out his long legs. Jarrod lay unmoving, still trying to get back from the unimaginable heights. Adam rolled him to his side and spooned behind him, holding him in a warm and comforting embrace and they both fell into an exhausted and satisfying sleep.
Author: Chaps1870
Warnings: Slash
Pairings: Jarrod/Adam
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Two old friends discover they share more than just a simple friendship
Disclaimer: This story is for entertainment only and not intended to infringe on the holders of rights of The Big Valley or Bonanza.
Chapter 13
Adam woke the next morning to the sounds of Jarrod being sick and rolled out of bed to check on him. Strolling to the bathroom, he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, not surprised to find Jarrod leaning over the commode looking rather pale. Cautious of getting too close, not sure how Jarrod would react in his present state, he cleared his throat to announce his presence.
Jarrod turned enough to peer at Adam through bloodshot eyes and groaned, “Go away.”
“You look like something the cat drug in.”
“I feel like it. Don’t you have something better to do?”
Shaking his head, Adam smiled, “No.”
His stomach convulsing suddenly, Jarrod paled as he turned away and moaned, “Please let me have some dignity here.”
Adam ignored him and stepping to the sink, wet a cloth. Very gently he placed on the back of Jarrod’s neck and was rewarded with a sigh. “Does that help?”
Jarrod nodded, his face hidden as he asked softly, “Why are you helping me after what I did?”
“You were drunk. You weren’t exactly thinking clearly.”
“It’s no excuse.”
“No, but it’s forgivable.”
Raising his voice, Jarrod implored Adam, “I don’t want your forgiveness.” Grabbing his head, he groaned at the stabbing pain his own voice had caused and dropped it to a whisper, “I thought we could be friends.”
Sitting on the edge of the tub, Adam spoke to Jarrod’s back, “We are friends, just not in the way you want.”
“I can’t be what you want me to be.”
“I’ve never asked for any more than you’re willing to give.”
“Why?”
Adam’s voice dropped very low as he answered, “Because I don’t want to be left with nothing.”
Shaking his head, Jarrod said despairingly, “I can’t do it any more Adam. It’s too hard. I honestly thought we could be just friends and everything would be like it used to be.”
“Is that what you really wanted?”
Jarrod turned and looked Adam in the eye, “No... it’s not what I wanted, but it’s all I could handle. Maybe I’m not so sure of things as you are, but then you aren’t the one that’s lost everything.”
Adam hung his head for a moment before getting to his feet, “I know what you’ve lost and I’m sorry. I’d do anything to make it better for you but I can’t.” His pulse raced in fear, knowing instinctively that all pretenses of a friendship were over and he was being dismissed from Jarrod’s life. He broke out in a cold sweat and moved further from Jarrod and closer to the door, ready to make a hasty retreat.
Taking the cloth from his neck, Jarrod used to wipe the dampness from his face and his voice was muffled as he spoke, “It isn’t working anymore. If anything it’s worse than it ever was.”
Adam’s next words couldn’t disguise the devastation he was feeling, “My train leaves in an hour. I don’t regret what we shared Jarrod, only that it ended so badly for you. If you ever change your mind, you know how to find me.” His shoulders slumping and his head hung low, he left Jarrod to his misery and went to deal with his own.
A month. It had only been a month and Jarrod hated himself for sending Adam away. Still reeling from all the turmoil in his life, he’d reacted hastily in the backlash and Adam had been the one to pay the price. He stood by him throughout it all when even his own brothers cast him out and Jarrod had tried to blame him for all of it and yet he was as much to blame as Adam. They had both made the conscious decision to act on their feelings, blind to the possible consequences. Jarrod did a lot of thinking in Adam’s absence, but mostly he tried to go back to his previous life. He took up his social commitments that for so long he’d been avoiding and even tried dating. What an eye opener that had been. Where before he could find something enjoyable about spending an evening with a beautiful woman, now his thoughts drifted to how much more enjoyable it would be to be doing the same things with Adam. Not possible of course, but the thoughts were there nonetheless.
Not one to usually have to pay for the comfort of a woman he found himself entering the brothel in search of some physical pleasure. He’d not been with a woman since Adam had shown up, and maybe that was all he needed to remind him that a woman could fulfill his needs as they once had. Heading to the young lady’s room, Jarrod quickly divested himself of his clothes and let her earn her pay. Even as her hands worked his aching length he imagined them being Adam’s hands, but he wanted more. Rolling her to her stomach, he lay atop and asked hesitantly as the tip of his shaft slipped between her fleshy cheeks. “Can I do it this way?”
The young girl nodded, “Sure Mister, it’ll cost ya extra though, and you gotta make sure you get me ready. I can’t afford to be outta commission.”
Already excited and needy, Jarrod rasped, “Tell me how.”
Squirming out from under him, the girl reached in her nightstand and pulled out a tin of cream, “Here, use this. Start with yer finger and then another until it stretches some. Don’t tear me up so bad that way. Lot more enjoyable if it don’t hurt.”
Jarrod looked at her in surprise, “It’s enjoyable for you?”
The girl smiled, “Well sure it is. I’ve had men come in beggin’ me to do them.”
“Why?” asked Jarrod curiously.
“You really want to find out? I can promise you it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.”
Lifting up, he rested his weight on his elbows as he asked with a frown, “Why do you want to do this?”
She looked at him with a mischievous grin, “Well, I don’t charge for the first time. Second time costs ya. You wanna try it?”
Reluctant, Jarrod nodded and began sweating nervously, “Is this going to hurt?”
Pushing him back on the bed, she chuckled, “Not if ya do it right. Try and relax, that helps a lot.” Placing her hands under his knees, she lifted them and opened him wider. Jarrod felt completely exposed, but his excitement more than made up for his vulnerability. Dipping her fingers in the thick cream she dropped one to his tight pucker and teased at the opening. Jarrod was alarmed first, but it quickly gave way to pleasure as she worked her finger over the sensitive area. As he grew used to her touch she eased her slender finger into his opening and he tried to pull away from the intrusion. Her hand rested on his belly to calm him as she spoke, “You gotta concentrate on lettin’ the muscles relax. If you can do that, it don’t hurt.”
Jarrod nodded and tried to follow her directions, and found that the pain disappeared when his sphincter finally loosened around her finger. She smiled at him and said reassuringly, “That’s the worst of it. You get to where you can do that and the pain ain’t so bad.” Very slowly she eased her finger into his tight tunnel and Jarrod panted despite himself. It was a feeling unlike any other, a fullness that bordered on uncomfortable but was erotic at the same time. He found it pleasing but wondered what was so addictive that would have men begging for it. That was until she hit a spot that had him arching off the bed and crying out with pleasure, “OH God, what was that?!”
She hit the spot again, and Jarrod felt the blood rush to his arousal and it pulsed frantically with need. Grabbing his erection, he pumped it with long, slow strokes, “Again!! More!!” Inserting a second finger she stretched him, teasing his prostate until he was writhing on the bed. When he felt a third finger enter his heated hole and fill him beyond what he though possible, he begged shamelessly, “Harder!!! Please!”
The girl pushed her fingers harder and faster, unaware of where Jarrod’s thoughts had drifted. All he could imagine was Adam’s long hard length slamming into him, filling him to capacity, stretching him until he could take no more. Jarrod suddenly cried out and shot stream after stream all over his stomach and chest in a soul wrenching orgasm. His hand pumped his pulsing length until he had nothing left to give and he slumped to the bed, shuttering in the aftermath. Pulling her fingers from inside him, Jarrod gasped at the loss and shivered uncontrollably.
The girl wiped her hand and gently cleaned him up, grinning as she worked, “Reckon I just got me another paying customer.”
It had been a very long morning and Jarrod was trying to compose a letter. A letter he’d never thought to be writing today. For two months he’d tried to live his life, until today. Today brought some startling revelations and now he had to make it right again.
A,
I spent the morning at an old friend’s grave and it dawned on me what a boring life he lived. In the final moment he had nothing to mark his place in this world and I realized I don’t want to suffer the same fate. To just live from day to day, hoping to survive to the next is not what I dreamed for myself. I’ve let my fears overrule everything. My family has abandoned me, I’ve cast you out of my life and what am I left with? Nothing more than my friend had when he left this world. I stood there thinking as I said goodbye, that I’m going to stop looking back, learn how to face my fears, and love with all my heart.
Life is a narrow path and we only have so much time to find that one true love. I’ve loved before or at least I thought so at the time. That is until you came back into my life. All the other loves fell into the past and were simply stepping stones to you. I think about all the time we’ve lost and I would do anything to give it back to you.
I bless the broken road that has led me to you, even if it meant losing all those years. I love you as I never loved another and hope that you can see it in your heart to take a second chance.
Love,
J
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Ben looked across the table at his oldest and worried as Adam picked at his food. He’d been distant for the last few weeks, even more so than normal. Things had improved considerably since Adam began making the regular trips to San Francisco, and Ben suspected that his son was seeing someone. It was like Adam to forego any information, so Ben could only speculate that a woman was involved. Whatever it was, his last trip had precipitated his son’s latest mood swing. He spoke when addressed but didn’t participate in a conversation unless asked specifically, and he’d been taking the jobs farthest from home, no matter how dirty or backbreaking the work was. Worse was the noticeable lack of appetite. In the two months since his return from San Francisco, he’d dropped at least ten pounds and his clothes no longer fit him tightly.
Glancing across the table, Ben cleared his throat, “Adam, when is your next meeting with Royce?”
“I’ve been meaning to bring that up, Pa. I was kinda hoping you might go to the next one.”
Hiding his surprise, Ben questioned, “I thought you liked going. You aren’t having trouble with him are you?”
Adam shook his head, “No trouble, Pa. I was just tired of making the trip.”
Little Joe jumped at his older brother’s lack of enthusiasm, “I’ll go Pa.”
Sitting next to his younger brother, Hoss laughed, “That’s right Pa, send Little Joe here. Reckon none of us ud hafta worry about that trip no more.” Joe started raise up in his seat to protest, when Hoss cut him off with a big hand on his shoulder, “Aw heck Joe, settle down. You don’t know nothin’ ‘bout no timber contracts.” With his fork, Hoss pointed at his father and Adam, “That’s why they go and you don’t.”
Hoss went back to eating while Joe crossed his arms in a huff and slumped down in his chair, “Well it can’t be all that hard.”
Not in the mood for Joe’s attitude, Adam looked at his father, “Let him go. Let him see how easy it is to deal with it all. Spending all day in suit, in a stuffy room with men that have no sense of humor, quibbling over a board foot of lumber.”
Rolling his eyes, Ben raised his voice, “That’s enough. I was just asking a simple...” At that moment a loud knock came at the door and Ben frowned, “Now who in the devil could that be?”
Hoss and Joe shrugged their shoulders as Ben threw his napkin down and went to answer the door. Adam peered around the corner to see who it was as his father opened the door. Whoever it was didn’t stay long and Ben walked back to the table with a piece of paper in his hand. Extending it to Adam, he explained, “Somebody sent Billy out to give this to you.”
Joe was leaning across the table, eyeing the paper, “Well open it. Who’s it from?”
Opening the paper, Adam read it...
I’m at the Palace Hotel, Room 17
J
Adam got up quickly, stuffed the paper in his pocket and headed for the front door, “I have to go to town, Pa. I’ll be back when I can.”
Ben hurried after Adam, and could see his son’s shaky hands as he strapped on his gunbelt and grabbed for his hat. Reaching out, he stopped Adam before he could leave the house. “Son, what is it?”
Smiling, Adam spoke reassuringly, “It’s nothing Pa. Just something I gotta do.”
“It’s awful late to be going to town.”
“I know, but this is important. I’ll probably stay in town so don’t wait up.”
Nodding his head, Ben wasn’t all that reassured. Adam was clearly hiding something and with his recent mood swing he couldn’t figure out what could be so important in town that Adam wouldn’t even finish his dinner. Adam didn’t seem too worried, maybe nervous but not worried, so Ben let him go, “Be careful.”
Anxious to be going, Adam smiled as he opened the door, “I will Pa, don’t worry.”
Chapter 14
Adam felt bad leaving his father to wonder, but his insides were twisting in anticipation over what he’d find in town and he hurried to saddle his horse and be off. It was the longest ride of his life and he pushed Sport as fast as he dared without winding the animal. Dismounting at the livery, he instructed them to bed him for the night and he hurried down the street to the hotel. Stepping into the alley, he headed up the back stairs, not wanting any questions asked as to what his was doing in town. It was easy enough and he stood outside room 17, lightly knocking with a shaky hand. When Jarrod opened the door, he slipped inside without a word and stood waiting for some sort of explanation.
Jarrod stepped closer to Adam, who was backing up nervously, trying hard to maintain the distance he’d grown accustomed to. This time it wouldn’t work because this time Jarrod wanted Adam. It was time to stop the charades and accept that this was as it should be. With his back to the wall, Adam swallowed hard and unconsciously licked his lips when Jarrod slowly leaned forward. Lifting his hand, Jarrod clasped the back of Adam’s neck and let his fingers sift through the fine hairs at his nape as his lips covered Adam’s in a soft and tender kiss. Adam’s mouth opened as his eyes closed and his head went back. He inhaled sharply when Jarrod’s lips met his, and he blissfully savored the touch and taste he thought was lost forever. Helpless to the sensations he’d been longing for, he stood motionless and panting for air as Jarrod slowly unbuttoned his shirt and ran his fingers across his collarbone and down his breastbone.
The whole time his fingers teased Adam’s chest, Jarrod continued his kisses, never hurrying. They were slow and torturous and Adam was lost in ecstasy. As Jarrod traced the line of his jaw with kisses, Adam tilted his head further back allowing him greater access. Ever so slowly, Jarrod sucked and kissed Adam’s salty skin working his way down his throat to the hollow of his collarbone and finally to the tiny sensitive nub buried in the dark hair of his chest.
Adam pulled back sharply as fire shot to his loins, but the wall behind him kept him firmly in place. His hands grabbed the wall for purchase as Jarrod’s tongue assaulted his tender pebble and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. His manhood ached painfully against the material of his pants, and still Jarrod teased. As lips and teeth nibbled and sucked one tight peak, fingers squeezed and circled the other until Adam’s hips arched towards Jarrod, desperate for contact. Stopping for a moment, Jarrod stood up straight and leaned his head into Adam’s, his tongue dancing across his ear as he breathed huskily, “I can’t live a lie anymore. Let me love you.”
Gulping for air, Adam could only nod, his whole body trembling with need and desire. When Jarrod’s hands reached for his belt, he sucked in a sharp breath of air as fingers grazed the skin at his waist. With infinite patience, Jarrod undid buttons with one hand, while the fingers of his other teased the cloth-covered ridgeline of Adam’s burgeoning flesh. When at last Adam was freed from the tight confines of his pants, he was panting and desperate for Jarrod’s touch. Jarrod’s hands rested on Adam’s hips and he very slowly slipped the pants down until they pooled at his feet. His pulsing shaft jutted outward, his eyes dark pools of desire as Jarrod returned to his flesh, kissing and sucking his neck and ears, but never allowing him the contact he so desperately needed. Pulling his shirt off his shoulders, Jarrod caressed Adam’s strong arms his eyes never leaving him. Removing the shirt, Jarrod watched as Adam impatiently kicked off his boots and pants, leaving him completely exposed.
After almost a year since their last real lovemaking, Adam was beyond caring about appearances. All he cared about was Jarrod touching him. When Jarrod led him to the bed, kissing him the whole way, he went without question. Jarrod kicked off his boots and began undressing as he requested huskily, “Roll over.”
As Adam dutifully rolled over, Jarrod quickly undressed and slid onto the bed, settling on his knees between Adam’s legs. Dropping his hands on either side of Adam, he leaned over and kissed his shoulder, smiling when Adam shivered. Adam lay with his head turned to the side, his mouth open with desire and Jarrod leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth as his tongue danced over his lips. His arousal slid into Adam’s cheeks and they both startled at the feeling, but were soon lost in a deep and powerful kiss. Jarrod dropped his weight onto Adam’s back and rocked his heated flesh into the tight crease of his ass. Moaning with pleasure, Adam tried to twist his head enough to grant Jarrod’s tongue entrance to his own questing mouth. Desperate for more and feeling restrained, Adam tried to lift his weight to roll over onto his back but Jarrod hushed his movements with a throaty whisper, “Stay still. Let me do this for you.” Sliding his sweating torso down Adam’s back he added, “Do you trust me?”
Adam swallowed and spoke with a strangled whisper, “Yessss. Oh god, Jarrod. I’m barely hanging on here.”
Massaging Adam’s firm cheeks with long fingers, Jarrod reassured him, “Just relax for me. I promise you’ll like this.” When a finger slipped into his crack and danced across his puckered flesh, Adam’s cheeks tightened reflexively. In the next instant he was lifting his hips to open himself to Jarrod’s probing, wanting more of the wonderful sensation. Reaching behind him to the small tin on at the end of the bed, Jarrod covered his fingers with the lubricant and marveled at the ease at which it slipped between Adam’s cheeks. He moved slowly, letting Adam get used to his touch, increasing the pressure with each pass. When Adam’s hips rose off the bed and he tried pushing into Jarrod’s finger, he very gently pushed his digit into the tight ring of muscle and held it still, allowing Adam the time to adjust. “Take it out!”
With his free hand, Jarrod rubbed circles on Adam’s back as he spoke, “Give it a second. Please Adam. You have to trust me. I won’t do any more than you want me to. You need to relax the muscle and the pain will go away.”
Adam was nodding furiously, only his trust for Jarrod kept him from jerking away from the finger that was penetrating him. Jarrod continued to utter reassurances, “Take normal breaths and relax.” It took a few seconds, but Jarrod finally felt the muscle relax and his arousal throbbed at the thought of being surrounded by such tightness. That was a long time off and he had more pressing things to do first. Very slowly, he pushed his finger into Adam’s warmth when he felt the hard nub and was almost as surprised as Adam when he jerked on the bed and whimpered, “Too...much!” Adam was panting for air, trying to calm his raging emotions and Jarrod stilled his hand to allow him some time to recover his breath. Lying across Adam’s back, he thrust his finger into his opening, his own flesh grinding into Adam’s thigh with each push of his finger. Adam was thrusting into the mattress and trying to push back onto Jarrod’s finger at the same time. When Jarrod slipped a second finger in, Adam lifted onto his knees, exposing his opening and allowing Jarrod access to his jutting erection. He gasped between breaths, “Need...to...stop!”
Jarrod scissored his fingers, opening Adam wider and pushed his fingers in deeper letting him feel the fullness and said seductively, “Don’t hold it. I want to pleasure you all night long. I want to love you.” His fingers found Adam’s prostate and his other hand wrapped around his hard pulsing shaft as it dangled between his legs. Adam bit back a cry, slammed himself onto Jarrod’s fingers and came hard, spewing his seed all over the bed. Jarrod thrust his fingers in and out, striking his prostate over and over until he milked him dry and Adam lay in a boneless heap on the bed. Even then Jarrod’s fingers continued a slower motion, carefully avoiding the oversensitive tissue.
Trying to recover some air, Adam lay breathless on the bed, his body refusing to respond to even the simplest command. He fought to pull away from Jarrod’s fingers but his body wouldn’t listen and he lay helpless as they touched him in places he thought impossible. He felt lost in an ephemeral world, almost floating as he savored the feelings going through him. How long he was lost, he didn’t know but he soon felt the stir of his arousal and realized Jarrod was lightly teasing that one spot again. As the blood returned to his member so did the desire and he groaned with pleasure. He could hear Jarrod’s heavy breathing atop him and could feel the slippery hardness at his hip and realized that he’d forgotten everything but his own need for release. Moving from under Jarrod, the fingers in his ass were suddenly gone and he inhaled sharply at the loss. He tried to speak as he rolled over. “I’m sorry...Let me...help you!”
Jarrod moved back to Adam’s side and reached out to stroke his rising flesh as he leaned in for a kiss. “I’m fine. I want to do this for you. I’ve been so foolish. I want to show you how much I need you. Please let me do this for you.”
The blue depths looking down at him were filled with so much pain that Adam nodded solemnly and relaxed. Long fingers encircled his heated flesh and he gripped the sheets as his own stickiness coated and caressed his length. Jarrod brought him to the edge time and again only to back off and start over. His sweat soaked the covers beneath him, and he wondered how Jarrod was holding on to his own need for release when he was desperate for it. He’d never wanted anything as badly as this and he wanted to beg. Anything to relieve the aching, screaming need. When he thought he could stand no more, Jarrod slipped his finger back into his ass and caressed the tiny gland. With no thought of anything else, his hips shot off the bed and he came hard for a second time, his body tensing as he exploded from the inside out. The light that centered behind his balls was almost blinding and he could feel nothing but the scream of his release for what seemed like forever. As his body slumped to the bed, he felt Jarrod’s weight drop onto his and arms embraced him tightly. He lay there limply, as Jarrod thrust his hips several times and then his head was buried in his shoulder crying out in a muffled groan, “Adammmm!” A new stickiness joined his own, and Adam found the strength to wrap his arms around Jarrod as he shuddered with each tiny thrust until he had no more to give.
When at last they found their breath, Jarrod lifted himself up enough to kiss Adam, his desire unchecked. Between scorching kisses and hands that caressed him everywhere, Adam listened to Jarrod’s deep and sultry voice, “I love you... I want you inside of me... I want to feel you pushing in and out of me.... Oh god, Adam!... I need you so bad it hurts.” Jarrod’s frenzy was intoxicating and Adam was surprised to feel a small twitch in his groin. He wasn’t ready for more just yet, but it wouldn’t be long, of that he was sure. Of all that he expected when he got Jarrod’s note, this was not it. Jarrod’s earlier playing had Adam convinced that he would be the first, but the thought of breeching Jarrod’s tight hole and filling him completely was exciting him beyond what he thought possible. Even in a semi hard state, he fed off Jarrod’s need and his hands caressed and touched as frantically as Jarrod’s own. Taking control, he rolled Jarrod to his back and his mouth nipped and sucked at the salty skin of his chest. His tongue found the coppery circle of skin and he sucked at the hard nub in the center until Jarrod was thrashing his head on the bed. “Please Adam. I want you inside me!”
Rising off of him, Adam slid down to kneel between Jarrod’s outstretched legs and he opened him even further. Taking the cream that Jarrod used earlier, Adam followed his lead and coating his fingers, very gently slipped his finger into Jarrod’s tight pucker. Jarrod stiffened in pain, but panting harshly, willed himself to relax. Adam was immediately rewarded for his patience and his finger slipped in easily, hitting Jarrod’s prostate mostly by accident. The tightness and warmth was incredible and Adam experimented with his strokes, finding what worked best for Jarrod.
His legs spread wide and his member achingly hard, Jarrod looked at Adam and pleaded with dark blue eyes, “Please Adam, I need you!”
Adam nodded, and inserted a second finger trying to ready Jarrod. His own thickness scared him and he didn’t want to take any chances hurting Jarrod. Shaking with desire, he stretched Jarrod as much as his fingers would allow then inserted a third finger. Jarrod gasped at the added digit but didn’t pull away and Adam stopped his motions to allow him time to adjust. In the next breath, Jarrod nodded his head, “Move!” Hesitating a moment, Adam began thrusting his fingers in and out of Jarrod’s ass, hitting his prostate with every push. Jarrod’s lost control and fingers grabbed at the bed as his hips arched skyward. Adam felt his fingers being squeezed by the tight muscles and he watched as Jarrod’s balls tightened against his abdomen and blood pulsed in the veins of the engorged flesh in front of him. Jarrod clenched his teeth hard and convulsed in wave after wave of pleasure, spewing his seed all over himself. Adam was amazed that he could come without even being touched and it sent blood to his own hardness. Unsure after Jarrod’s release, Adam slowly removed his fingers and leaned over Jarrod as he laid trembling and gasping for air. “Do you still want this, Jarrod?”
Jarrod nodded weakly, and sighed, “Yes! Do it now. I won’t be any more relaxed than this.”
Adam almost chuckled at the sight Jarrod presented. Hot and sweaty, he bore little resemblance to the dignified lawyer in immaculate condition. He lay completely relaxed, his arms sprawled outward and a look of pure bliss graced his face.
“Are you sure?”
Jarrod lifted his head enough to peer at Adam through half lidded eyes, “I want you inside of me.”
Nodding, Adam used the cream to coat himself and shook with anticipation and fear. Slipping one arm under Jarrod’s knee he lifted him up, exposing the hole he wanted so badly. Grabbing his hot and needy length, he guided the tip to Jarrod opening and paused for a moment to gather a deep breath. “I’ll take it real slow. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
It was harder to get in than Adam anticipated and he finally had to push a little forcefully to get past the tight ring of muscle. He froze when Jarrod cried out and hissed through gritted teeth, “STOP! Oh God, Don’t move!” Panting frantically, tears slipped from behind his tightly closed eyes as he tried to fight the urge to clamp down tightly on the intrusion. Adam grew fearful of the pain he was causing and started to pull out only to have Jarrod whisper, “I just need a minute. Please!”
Adam was trembling to stay still, wanting to push in, but too afraid for Jarrod to even pull out. Jarrod’s muscles suddenly relaxed and he felt himself slip in another inch and looked up at Jarrod’s face, worried he might have cause more pain. Jarrod was staring back at him, wide eyed and breathing heavy, but the pain had been replaced by a look of discomfort. “Are you alright?” asked Adam, his voice wavering with desire.
Jarrod nodded, “It’s very tight. Push slowly.” Adam eased himself into Jarrod, until he was buried to the hilt, his balls brushing against Jarrod’s ass. Jarrod lay with his eyes closed trying to concentrate on relaxing. Adam felt huge inside of him and nothing prepared him for the overwhelming sensation of being filled to capacity. It was both uncomfortable and pleasing and he needed him to more. “Move, Adam!”
Pulling out slowly, Adam pushed his way in again with the same cautious movements. He was savoring every inch that went into Jarrod’s hot tunnel and he was startled from his thoughts by Jarrod’s plea, “Faster!”
Adam pulled out and thrust faster watching Jarrod for any sign of pain. When none came, he pulled out until only the tip of his thickness remained and he thrust forward sharply. Jarrod gasped and his erection wept precum from its purple crown. Adam continued to thrust harder and faster until he felt the sudden constriction of muscles around his shaft and he lifted his head to see Jarrod throw his head back and moan. Worried about being too loud, Jarrod covered his mouth with his forearm and muffled his cries as he came harder than he ever imagined possible. Adam stilled, fighting his own need for release, not ready to relinquish the tightness surrounding him. His hand grabbed for Jarrod’s erection and he concentrated on finishing him off. Jarrod jerked uncontrollably as his orgasm assaulted every nerve ending in his body and light flashed unrelenting in his brain. When it finally subsided, he realized he was covered in his own stickiness and Adam was pounding into his ass with abandon. Bent over almost double now, each of Adam’s thrusts stroked his prostate and he felt himself begin to stir again.
Looking up at the intense concentration on Adam’s face he asked huskily, “Tell me, Adam. What does it feel like?”
“Oh god Jarrod... It’s almost too much... so damn tight! I want to slam into you so hard, you scream.”
Jarrod looked him in the eye and said, “Harder! You don’t have to hold back.”
Understanding what Jarrod was saying, Adam thrust harder. This was so different than being with a woman. Always there was the fear of hurting. Always the fear of appearing too rough. Jarrod understood and he slammed into his ass harder and harder with each thrust. The sweat poured off of him, dripping onto Jarrod and mingling with his own sweat and stickiness. He was so close, but the need for more pushed him on and he wanted it to go on forever. Jarrod lay thrashing his head, unable to gain any leverage in the position he was in. Adam’s hands pushed on the back of his thighs as he pounded into him, his sac slapping his ass and sending fire through his balls as his hardness hit that sensitive mound inside his ass over and over. The fullness inside was almost overwhelming and he grabbed his own distended flesh and stroked it hard and fast to match the pounding he was taking. His eyes shot open when he felt Adam swelling even larger inside of him and his thrusts became frenzied and erratic. Adam slammed himself deep inside of Jarrod and stilled for only a second as he erupted once, then he thrust again and again in short desperate pushes with each spurt of his essence. Jarrod followed him into the abyss with his own sharp spasms and they fed on each other, intensifying the experience. They pushed and strained to release every ounce and even then their thrusting continued in an involuntary show of need. When at last Adam’s softened flesh slipped from Jarrod, he let go of his hold and helped Jarrod stretch out his long legs. Jarrod lay unmoving, still trying to get back from the unimaginable heights. Adam rolled him to his side and spooned behind him, holding him in a warm and comforting embrace and they both fell into an exhausted and satisfying sleep.