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“C’mon,” Hooker whispered again, leaning back against the sofa pillows. Hazel eyes smiled invitingly. “Just help me get this wrist brace off, would you? I don’t want to hurt you with it.”
Compliantly Maguire unstrapped the light aluminum brace. A tingle of excitement surged through him and he leaned forward, hands reaching for Hooker’s body. Hooker’s arms gathered him in an embrace, and Maguire lay down almost on top of his partner without resting his weight on either of their injuries. Again they kissed, this time firmly, deeply. Sensually Hooker’s freed hand pushed up beneath Maguire’s shirt, found its way up to bare flesh above the rib-binding, squeezed and stroked, while his lower body squirmed to maneuver beneath Maguire’s covering body. With his tongue Maguire prodded at Hooker’s lips, then slid inside a warm wet inviting mouth, slid in and out, in and out, tasted, licked.
Hooker moaned against the mouth pressed to his, a helpless moan of surrender, at the intimate suggestion of intercourse, and insistently he found one of Maguire’s hands and drew it down to his crotch.
More than willingly Maguire squeezed the heavy bulk through the pajama pants, then presumed to work his fingers beneath the material and burrow into the warmth of Hooker’s groin. A sharper grunt burst from Hooker’s lips as the exploring fingers took their time manipulating his testicles, squeezing them and working them in their sac, pushing them up against the swollen throbbing penis.
“Paul!” he gasped, his cock jumping suddenly with the intense stimulation, breath reduced to irregular shuddering grunts and pants.
Maguire said nothing, but diverted his massage to the thick shaft; slowly, erotically began to pump it. The organ squirmed responsively in his grip, leaked a few drops of fluid from the slit. He could feel his own straining penis swell and leak in his briefs too; so, shifting his position, he straddled Hooker’s thigh and began to rub against it. But then a trembling hand reached from his groin, struggled to get his belt buckle undone, unzip his fly, then pushed through the openings of his clothing to return a very special favor. Stinging ecstasy sizzled right up his spine as a gentle yet vigorous touch hefted what he had, played with it, squeezed it carefully. All muscle tone dissipated, and limply he collapsed over Hooker, barely managing to fall beside him and not top of him.
“… oh god, Hooker…” Maguire murmured against the side of Hooker’s neck, hardly able to tolerate the electric stimulation between his legs. Sweat soaked into the back and the armpits of his shirt. He could feel the warm pre-sem ooze down the channel of his penis and bubble out the tip. Helplessly he squirmed, while the blissfully tormenting fingers rubbed his tender parts all around. In return, he continued to pump Hooker’s dripping organ, sliding the loose skin wetly back and forth over the fully erect rod with one hand while the other massaged swollen balls. Intently his lips and teeth nipped and sucked at the side of Hooker’s throat, tasted the damp slightly salty flesh. “You, uh, wanna go into the bedroom…” he suggested breathily, “… and do this right?”
“Huh uh,” Hooker panted, wriggling in Maguire’s grasp. “My ribs are… already hurting… I can’t… take anything more…energetic… ohh…” he moaned as Maguire’s thumb played casually over the wet velvet head of his penis, thighs quivering.
Exploring the face beneath his own with lips and probing tongue, Maguire offered, “If it hurts too much… do you want me to stop?” One fingertip teased the weeping urethral hole.
A sharp intake of breath between clenched teeth; Hooker’s hips lifted to push his penis even more firmly into the stimulating hand. “… god no!...” he insisted, panting for breath, and eagerly reciprocating the massage to his friend’s intimate parts. “… make me come, Paul… please…”
An answering rumble in Maguire’s chest; and Maguire’s lips came down on an anticipating mouth, tongues played together excitedly, passionately. Then sliding one groping hand deeper between Hooker’s legs, Maguire pushed his middle finger into a warm moist rectum.
“Paul!” Hooker gasped, stiffening abruptly, eyes wide.
Maguire didn’t answer, but pushed deeper, found the prostate and rubbed it, all the while continuing to pump with his other hand.
“… Ohh!” panted from Hooker’s lips – and semen exploded from his organ in climactic convulsion, spurted on both of them; and he jerked and thrust vigorously through his orgasm, ejecting several more bursts of fluid between them. The viscid liquid dribbled between Maguire’s fingers as he kept his moving grip on the pulsing cock.
And then his own climax triggered, and ecstasy stung his crotch, his solar plexus, raced up his spine to his brain, and all he could concentrate on was the pressure of the hand between his legs. His ribs hurt and the binding cut into his flesh, but it didn’t matter, he was coming and coming in Hooker’s hand, and every spurt of fluid spasmed exquisite pain / pleasure right through his loins, and he wanted to be inside Hooker’s body now, shooting his load into Hooker’s ass, he wanted that so bad, so bad…
A final moan, and Maguire lay there, half-on and half-off his lover. Their mingled fluids blotched their disheveled clothing and the lap blanket tangled between their legs. Ragged breathing rasped from sore chests – Hooker’s was punctuated with short wispy little cries, and he pressed one arm to his hurt ribs.
Maguire gasped for enough breath to talk, then inquired, “Are you sore?”
“Just a little,” Hooker lied.
But Maguire saw through the lie. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “We shouldn’t have done this yet.” And gasped for air himself, despite his own protesting ribs. “Talk about poor judgment…”
Hooker shook his head. “I stand by this judgment… just like I … stand by my other one… it was worth it, Paul…”
“Yeah, “Maguire agreed. “… ohh…” His face nuzzled into Hooker’s neck, kissed the sweat-tacky skin. “It was good…” he admitted.
“It was terrific,” Hooker corrected, but then reality insisted upon intruding, and weakly he tried to pull away from beneath the warm weight of Maguire’s body. “I hurt, Paul… please, let me up…”
The pleas stirred Maguire from his lassitude, and stiffly he moved off the form beneath, then he offered his hands to help Hooker sit up a little against the sofa pillow, then slumped back against the couch himself. He watched his partner. “Is it bad?” he urged.
Hooker shook his head. “Not bad enough to regret what we just did… god, Paul that was great…” He managed a weak smile. “I wish you’d talked me into it twenty years ago.”
“Hey, I tried to,” Maguire reminded. “You’ve really never done this with a man before?”
“No.”
“What changed your mind after all these years? You’re obviously not gay or even bisexual.”
A lift of thick shoulders, and the smile crept into hazel eyes. “Do I have to label myself something in order to have a good time with a good friend? Except for the one time you asked me twenty years ago, I would never have guessed you were bisexual either.”
Maguire nodded. “I am. Haven’t done anything about it since before I met Sharon, but I have been all my life.”
“Well,” Hooker shrugged it aside, “let’s not analyze it, let’s just enjoy each other. I think we have a lot to look forward to.”
Maguire’s arm slipped behind Hooker’s shoulders. “You’re sure you want to continue this with me?”
“I’m sure. I’m game to whatever you want, whenever you want it. We’ve got twenty years to catch up on.” Leaning back against Maguire’s arm, Hooker slid a hand over his still-protesting ribs. “Just give me a little while to heal… and then I’m all yours.”
Maguire didn’t answer with words, but leaned his face down for another kiss. This time was not hotly passionate nor did he try to penetrate, but just express warmth and friendship. Cordially Hooker returned it, and the two of them simply enjoyed their new-found intimacy.
Momentarily Hooker broke the kiss. “Hey, Paul,” he mentioned gently, eyes teasingly soft, “if you still want to go to Big Bear, why don’t we leave the kids at home this time, what do you think?”
A quick kiss to waiting lips. “I think,” Maguire responded, gaze on those moistened lips, “that’s an excellent suggestion.”
And then their open mouths met once again, and they didn’t break contact for a very long time.
* * * * * FINIS * * * * *
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
“The Road Not Taken” (1916)
Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)