Bare-Necessities of Life
“Holy shit!” I exclaim, forgetting all about paybacks and pushing Brian on the bed. I’ve never seen a TV this big. It’s flat against the wall, like a huge painting, and it covers damn near the entire thing. It draws me to it, distracts me. I want to turn it on so I’m frantic trying to find the remote. It’s not on the nightstand; there are no buttons on it. “How the fuck do you turn it on?” I mumble, talking to myself, which is obvious since Brian doesn’t answer me anyhow. I see a set of eight switches on the wall and I go.
I flip the first one and the light goes on; I turn it off… its still daylight, we don’t need it. I turn on the second one and lights go on again, but this time it’s to the left of me instead of overhead. I turn towards it. There’s a huge, and again, I mean huge, tub in the floor but up three steps. I rush over. “Holy shit!” A tub in the bedroom, how cool is that? It has these silver-faucet looking things in it and I become aware that it’s a whirlpool tub. I love water and have always wanted to fuck Brian in a tub, but since we only have a shower in the loft, well, we’ve just never done the tub thing before. And the baths… they don’t really have baths there. I was clearly disappointed the first time Brian took me there. Not that what they do have isn’t great, its just that I was thinking baths, as in real baths, and was geared up for some serious tub fucking... that’s not what I got. So yeah, I’m a little excited about this big bathtub.
“Brian,” I say, wanting to share my tub fucking thoughts with him as I’m turning around. He’s still on the bed and my mouth is open to talk but I suddenly stop. He’s rocking, swaying almost, back and forth, side to side, and he’s smiling.
“Justin, come over here,” he tells me, motioning with his hand for me to come to him. My dick stirs at the sight of him and as if hypnotized by his slow rocking, I go. I crawl up on the bed on my hands and knees. My hands sink down into the bed and his body jostles around.
I don’t move again, but I smile and he smiles back. “A waterbed?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Uh huh,” he answers needlessly. He motions again with his hand. I crawl closer, a little more rambunctiously than I should’ve, not knowing how waterbeds are. I haven’t had sex on one before. Hell, I haven’t even slept on one before. My movements cause these waves in the water under the heavy duvet and they pretty much toss me into his arms; which bounces him on top of me.
“Slick move,” he smirks, knowing full well by the look of shock on my face that it was purely accidental, but I play it up anyway.
“Well, you always said I was a natural.”
“And full of yourself,” he adds, running his fingers through my hair, brushing it back and combing it off my forehead. I smile at his comment, but his hand and what he’s doing to my hair makes me close my eyes and sigh as the tingles run down my back.
I love it when he does that and now I really want him. “I’d rather be full of you,” I say in a deep, throaty voice, making him growl which goes straight to my dick. He kisses my neck and growls again, sending tiny electrified vibrations tickling against my skin. It feels so good all over and I arch my back, pushing my chest into his, rubbing our growing erections together, and making more waves that rock us against each other.
He nips at my neck and dots kisses across my face until he reaches my mouth. He doesn’t even have to push in for entrance; my mouth is open and waiting for his to get there. Our tongues dance and play in the lingering kiss for what seems like an eternity, and even though I’m ready to move on to other things, when he breaks away for air, I still groan. I can’t help it. I really love kissing him.
He begins tugging on the bottom of my t-shirt, lifting it up to expose my stomach, and kissing me all over. I take it from his hands and use the buck of the waves to pull it over my head as the bed bounces me upwards. He bites on my nipples and I arch again, digging my heels into the ocean beneath me as my back rises up. That little pinch you get when teeth come together to squeeze your hard nipple between them always drives me wild.
I reach down and grab Brian’s shirt, walking my fingers across his back, gathering more and more fabric and wadding it in my hands to get a good hold. As he moves further down my body, kissing and licking as he goes, he slides out from inside his shirt at the same time. We really do have our movements down pat. With both our chests bare, he rubs his hands up and down and all around the front of me and I do the same to him.
Brian drags his hand down my body as he gets up on his knees then reaches for the waistband of my pants. The bed sloshes against him, knocking him off balance and throwing him forward. I put up my knees to catch him and he falls against them. We both laugh up a storm realizing that the shifting water underneath our bodies isn’t going to behave like our firm mattress at home, so we’re going to have to adjust our movements.
Then suddenly Brian straightens his face and jumps off the bed. I gasp as a slight panicky feeling rushes through me, thinking that he’s giving up on our little adventure on the waterbed. But when he starts undoing his pants and pushing them over his ass, I relax, grinning at him and I move to get my ass in gear. I hurriedly pull on my snap and tug on my zipper then push my pants down to my knees. I kick my legs frantically, trying to get them off the rest of the way. The bed is really rocking now from all my kicks and it’s tossing me around a bit. With my pants on my feet, the last hard kick sends them sailing through the air right towards Brian. His hand goes up and he catches them.
“Slick move,” I say repeating his earlier words. He huffs at me and drops them on the floor. “Hurry up,” I tell him, grabbing my aching dick and stroking it.
He snorts and growls, watching me as he steps out of his pants, leaning over to pull them off his foot. He reaches into his pocket and comes up empty handed. We’re smiling at each other in anticipation. “Hurry,” I urge him again.
He digs into the other one, and again, his hand reappears empty. “Shit!” he yells out.
This can only mean one thing and that slight panic attack I had just moments ago returns. My chest tightens…I can’t breathe. “Brian, you didn’t.” I’m hoping, I’m praying…please let him be teasing me.
He looks at me. Pitiful, defeated, beaten. My stomach flops. I think I’m getting seasick.
“Did you?” he asks.
Oh, god. This can’t be happening. My dick softens. It knows. Noooo!!
“No way!” I say in disbelief.
Brian grabs the front of his hair, pulling it into his fists. Oh, shit.
I can’t fucking believe this…we go away for a weekend of nothing but fucking and neither one of us packs condoms. I guess we really needed this little getaway because we are obviously losing it big time to have forgotten such an important, vital, essential, fundamental necessity in our lives. Brian NEVER goes anywhere without a handful of condoms, and since I met him, I don’t either. I cover my face with my hands. “No fucking way!”
Brian starts laughing and I want to smack him. This is sooo not funny. Yes, there’s other stuff we can do but come on, blowjobs and hand jobs and frottage are just the preambles to the main event or what you do when you can’t do the main event. We fuck. That’s what we do. We like it, damn it.
I personally don’t understand those guys that prefer dry humping. How can you have a fulfilling sex life if you never have a dick up your ass or you never stick your dick in someone else’s? It’s just not the same to Brian and me. Nothing beats fucking or getting fucked. Nothing. How did this fucking happen?
This just sucks and to quote Brian…not in a positive, life-affirming way. I grumble in frustration and kick my legs into the bed in anger.
“You horny little shit, would you stop queening out? You’re going to fucking pop the bed,” he barks at me. I know he’s not really mad at me; he’s frustrated too. But…
Horny little shit? That pisses me off. But he’s right about the bed so I stop. I pull my hands away from my face and look over at him. He’s pacing back and forth, one hand on his hip, the other on the back of his head, his hard dick bouncing in the air as he walks. If I wasn’t so disappointed and pissed, I’d be laughing at the sight in front of me. And he calls me a horny little shit? I’m obviously not the only one. Asshole.
When he paces though, I know he’s thinking, so I wait quietly. If he can solve this problem of ours and find a way to fuck me then the least I can do is keep my mouth shut while he thinks…but then I remember…
“Hey, Brian?”
“What?” he asks a little annoyed that I interrupted his train of thought.
“That guy said that everything we’d need is…” and as I say this he stops and looks at me then finishes my sentence with me, “…in the room.”
We both realize the implication at the same time and he darts to one nightstand table on one side of the bed. I crawl, or I should say I try to crawl, but after only two steps forward the bed starts doing it’s thing and I kind of flop the rest of the way to the other nightstand, landing face first into the pillow and having to scramble to lift myself up. I pull the drawer open in haste. I find nothing but a bible; so I slam it shut and quickly turn to Brian with hope that he’s more successful. ‘Please, please, please,’ I say under my breath.
He is.
Sort of.
Brian’s standing there with a disgusted look on his face, holding a light blue box. “Trojans,” he says, tossing the box on the bed then wiping his hands on the bedspread as if it was the grossest thing he’d ever touched.
I understand, but I giggle anyway. Trojans are cheap; Brian only uses the expensive kind. “Well, they’re better than nothing,” I say beaming with the thought that I’m going to get fucked. I snatch the box and open it greedily.
“They’re breeder condoms,” he says, wiggling his shoulders to shake off the thought.
I pull one out of the box and open it. “Come here,” I tell him reaching out to put it on him. He can flinch and gross out later, right now, he needs to just shut up and deal. I want his dick in my ass, and I mean, now.
He backs away. “No fucking way is that fucking condom going on MY dick,” he snips.
Geesh. Now who’s queening? But okay, if that’s what he says. “Fine,” I tell him. “I’m not picky, I’ll put it on mine then. Come here.”
He snorts. “If it’s not going on my dick, there’s no way in hell it’s going up my ass.”
Shit. Now I’m going to have to actually work to get fucked. What is the world coming to? I toss the opened one aside, move the box to the side of the bed, carefully climb out of the rocking boat and plant my two feet on solid ground to stand right in front of him.
“Brian,” I whisper in his ear, nibbling on his ear lobe. I know he loves that and he can never resist when I say his name. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” I ask as sexy as I can and I nibble some more.
“It’s not going to work, Justin,” he says defiantly, but I hear a twinge of lust in his voice and I feel him shiver, so I know better… it won’t take much more. I don’t know why he’s even trying to fight it. He’s already horny; hell, he already has a hard-on. Who’s he trying to kid anyhow?
“Brian,” I whisper again as I place his hands on my ass and rub my dick against his. I lick around his ear, suck on his neck then back to his ear. “I want you inside me, Brian.” I drag my tongue across his jaw and over his bottom lip. “Brian,” I say one more time for good measure then I kiss him hungrily.
His fingers squeeze my ass cheeks so I deepen the kiss and moan into his mouth while rocking my hips against him and rubbing our dicks together.
His fingers slide down my crack and wiggle in between my cheeks. I pull him closer to me, drive further with my tongue and moan again. His finger finds my hole and pushes in. Oh yeah, that’s what I wanted. He’s just so easy sometimes. I want to smile but I don’t want to break the kiss, it might break the spell along with it.
I keep kissing him and rubbing my dick against him. Widening my stance a little, allowing him to go deeper inside of me, I reach over to the box of condoms and pull one out. Tearing it open quietly behind his back, I gently tug it out of the wrapper. I back my hips away from him and grab his dick in one hand, softly stroking it and he groans at my touch. I break the kiss, leaving him panting and excited, and I kiss a trail across his face to his ear.
“Brian, fuck me,” I beg and slip the condom on him in one fluid motion. He gasps, realizing what I’ve done and I hold my breath at how he’s going to react. His fingers leave me. “Brian, please,” I beg some more, whispering directly into his ear with hot breath. His hands grip my shoulders and push me back away from him. “Brian,” I whimper as I’m pushed away from his ear. He moves my face directly in front of his and our eyes meet. He’s straight-faced; I can’t read anything on it. “Bri…” I start to say but stop when I see his lips curl up ever so slightly. I narrow my eyes in confusion.
He pushes me onto the bed and I bounce. “Like I didn’t know what you were doing,” he says. Then he snorts at me and I know. I smile then turn over on my hands and knees and scramble the best I can to the middle of the bed. He comes after me, shifting the water even more and I tumble forward… my face ending up in the comforter. I giggle as I push myself back up.
Once I get steady he grabs my ankles and in a split second, he’s flipped me over onto my back. “It’s easier this way,” he says. I nod in understanding. I can’t imagine that the hands and knees thing would work too well on a waterbed. My face can attest to that.
He crawls on top of me and sticks his fingers in my mouth. I get them good and wet. I’m so excited; I’m humming around them. I grab my dick and start stroking. He laughs. “In a hurry?” he asks pulling his fingers from my mouth. I start to answer but before I can, his fingers are pushing into me and all that comes out is a loud gasp, then I’m moaning like a fool.
He stretches and relaxes me quickly then he’s gone. I gasp again. He wraps my legs around his waist, and then, yes, finally, he’s pushing into me, and all I think of is yes, yes, yes, so that’s what I yell out. “Yes, yes, yes!”
He sets a rhythm quickly and every time he moves, I feel like I’m on a boat, thrashing against the tumultuous waves at high tide. I let go of my dick, grab his shoulders and tighten my legs to buck up against him, wanting to meet his thrusts, but I find myself falling back into the rippling waves and losing all semblance of control. I try again and the same thing happens. So I give up and just lie back, giving Brian control of our movements and just let him take me there.
He pulls back a little and I groan. He grabs my legs and moves them to his shoulders then pushes back in. “Oh, yeah,” I mewl as he dives deeper inside me. He leans forward and we start kissing… or gnawing, actually. It’s more hungered than just kissing. His hard, taut abdomen is rubbing my cock and my balls with every thrust and rapidly bringing me close to the edge.
I can’t decide if I like the waterbed or not; it’s kind of strange… different. A hard, passionate fuck but not very fast. When he speeds up, the motion of the bed works against us so he slows back down and uses the effect of the tumbling water to roll me upwards as he thrusts down. It’s working and I’m about to cum, but it’s not very controlled. The water does as it wants, so we have this sense of wildness and craziness. It’s kind of hot.
He pulls away from the kiss and pants in my face. I know he’s close. I grip his head and pull him closer, tightening his belly against me. His hot breath in my ear is setting me on fire. “Justin,” he breathes into me.
“Oh, god,” slips out of my mouth as my orgasm marches through my balls and out my slit, slicking his stomach. My hands clench in his hair as I ride it out, tightening my ass around his cock, and bringing him with me. “Brian,” I say as I release his hair and wrap my arms around him so tightly that it makes his arms slide out from holding him up and he falls on top of me as he shoots. I don’t know if it’s the difference in the condom or what, but the normal heat I feel in my ass when his cum fills the condom isn’t there so the only way that I know he’s done is when the slight muscle spasms subside and his body quits convulsing.
“Hrmpf,” he grunts in my ear. My thoughts exactly and I grin. I squeeze my arms and my legs around him and hug him tight.
“That was great,” I say. “I really needed that.”
He pushes against my arms and legs so I release him and he pulls out quickly then flops on his back, bouncing me and rolling me to my side right next to him. He chuckles. “Yeah, great,” he agrees. Then he raises one eyebrow and adds, “Even with this nasty condom. Get it off me.”
I laugh. “You’re such a label queen, Brian,” I scold him, but just to appease him I pull it off of him then toss it on the floor, deciding that I’ll pick it up later. Right now, I just want to lay here, with Brian, in silence, like we always do, with my head on his chest listening to his rapidly pounding heart beat get slower and softer as his body calms. His arm is around me and his fingers are drawing circles on my shoulder. It’s so relaxing, so comfortable…this silence after sex where there’s no need for words. No words could be better than this silence.
