“You need me to stop?” Jude asks.
“No.” I shake my head. “Keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ll tell you if I need to stop.”
Jude shimmies himself in, then pauses. I exhale slowly, opening my eyes to see Jude hovering with concern in his eyes. A slow smile spreads on my face as my body relaxes and accepts the intrusion.
“You’re so tight,” Jude whispers. “If I move, I might blow.”
“Let’s just stay like this for a moment. Every time you breathe, I feel it deep inside me. You feel so good, Jude.”
“Baby…you have no idea how fucking hot you look right now.” His eyes shift between my legs again. “You’re so sexy. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
The tiny voice that always wants to push away compliments is dead silent as I accept his words. I am sexy. I am fucking hot. I am pretty. Just like I am.
“I gotta move, baby,” Jude murmurs. “You ready?”
“Tear me up, Jude.”
He grips my ankles and pounds into me. Every thrust causes the dildo to thrust too. The two dicks—one flesh, one latex—crash into my prostate until I’m literally whimpering Jude’s name, unable to compose a coherent thought. When my orgasm hits, a noise I barely recognize as my own voice leaves me as stars burst behind my eyes. My body feels paralyzed as the tightness unravels within me, sending hot, creamy streams of cum flowing out of me in huge puddles. Then I fall limp, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me with Jude buried deep in my ass, plundering my insides.
“Oh fuck, baby, that’s…so…fucking…Bri!” Jude’s voice breaks as he flinches, emptying inside me. He falls forward, clutching me and kissing me hard. The sheer strength of my release combined with the intensity of emotion between us, leaves me wrecked and in tears. I sob as Jude holds me, kissing my face, my neck, my mouth. He brushes my tears away and gazes down at me. “That was incredible.”
“Plug,” I get out. “Please. I don’t want to lose…”
“I got you, baby.” Jude leans back, carefully removing the dildo and causing me to flinch, before inserting the plug as he pulls out. He rubs my ass cheeks, massaging them, before dragging his tongue up my stomach and chest where I came. “What have you done to me?”
I laugh softly. “Turned you into a sex addict.”
He nods. “I’ll gladly overdose on your body.” He scrunches his nose. “That was stupid, wasn’t it?”
“Kind of.”
“It’s your fault. You got me shook, sugar boo.”
I laugh so hard, I snort, then grin as my ass throbs and the plug bounces inside me. I’m full of Jude’s cum. Jude came in me. It’s the sexiest thing to ever happen to me.
Jude leans down and kisses me again, deeply, exploring my mouth as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Dinner?”
“Yeah.”
He rises, then reaches out for my hand to help me up. I sit perched on the edge of the bed, slightly lightheaded from what just went down between us. Jude picks his clothes up from the floor, then stands. “You okay, baby?”
“I’ve never been better.”
And I mean it.
Jude
A few days after returning home from the wedding, I know I owe my parents a visit and a chat about what’s happened with me and Briar. He offered to come, but I wanted to do this alone. Just in case they freak out. We agreed to meet at their favorite lunch place even though it makes me a little nervous to do this in public. They’ve always supported me no matter what I wanted to do, and they love Briar, so I can’t imagine this will be too upsetting, but I really don’t know how they will react.
I see them waiting for me on the patio, and I make my way through the restaurant to join them.
“Hi.” I greet them both with a kiss on the cheek, then I sit, trying to calm my nerves.
After ordering drinks and lunch and making small talk, I decide it’s time. Our food is delivered, and I exhale slowly.
“So, I have an update.”
My mom looks up with interest while dad nods, sipping his iced tea.
“I’m in a relationship. Actually, I’m completely in love.”
Mom stops eating. “In love? When did this happen?”
“Over time. Slowly. Even though it seems fast because it took me a while to figure it out.”
“Well, tell us all about her, son,” Mom urges.
Swallowing hard, I nod. “It’s Briar.”
I’m met with blank stares.
“What’s Briar?” Mom asks.
“The person I fell in love with. The person I’m dating. It’s Briar.”
“Oh,” she says, nodding but staring at her plate of food.
Dad studies my face for a few seconds. “What does this mean? Have you made a commitment?”
“I want to, Dad. I want to marry him.”
“Oh!” Mom says, clutching her chest. “You want to get married? I never thought I’d hear that.”
“I’ve never been in love like this, Mom. Now I get it. I want to build an even better life with him than what it’s been. I knew we had amazing chemistry as friends. We just clicked from day one, but I never considered anything romantic until recently.”
“What changed?” Dad asks. “Did you figure out you were gay or bisexual or something?”
I’m impressed with his question. “Not exactly.” I tell them the whole story about Briar’s ex, the wedding, and the plan. How we spent time together pretending to be boyfriends, until one day, we actually were.
“But, Jude,” Mom begins. “Are you sure the rest of it is comfortable for you? For the rest of your life?”
“The rest of it?”
“What about children?”
“I was never sold on the idea of kids. I’ll have to talk it over with Bri, but there are lots of ways to have a family if that’s what we want.”
“That’s true,” she agrees.
“What about the way society treats gay people,” Dad asks. “I don’t want either of you to ever be hurt.”
“That’s awesome, Dad, and I totally appreciate your concern. That is Briar’s whole experience so far. He doesn’t get a choice about how the world perceives him. I don’t really care to be honest, but we live in Miami which helps a lot.”
“Yes, okay,” he answers, nodding.
“Well, I adore Briar,” Mom says. “I think he’s a lovely person. If I had known it was a possibility you would be romantically interested in him, I would’ve said this sooner. I always thought there was something special about him and the way the two of you interacted.”
“True,” Dad says. “We even speculated at Christmas that maybe there was something going on between you, and you just hadn’t told us.”
“At Christmas?”
Mom nods. “You seemed very close. I guess we’re not shocked.”
“Well, that you’re ready to put a ring on it is shocking,” Dad says, making me chuckle.
“Briar is special. He makes me so happy. I feel like a better man because of him. I know I could never do better than him. He seems to feel the same way, so I want to propose.”