Story-Portal

Paul’s room, a gray Sunday morning. Sounds of the choir rehearsing in the church next door. We lie as close to each other in the large double bed as we once did on a single futon on the floor, in the same position we woke up in, on our backs, his head cradled in my armpit and resting on my chest, my head leaning to the right against his. Which of us woke first? Perhaps I did; I usually do. I couldn’t say when I first became aware that he too was awake. Neither of us has moved, neither has spoken, but the churning in our guts wambles loud and eloquently.

“My tortellini and your lasagna were quieter on the plate.”

“That was a lot of food. I was so sleepy last night.”

“I am too usually after a big dinner, especially when I eat late. But we ate early last night.”

“I was so full.”

“So was I. It was good, though.”

“It was, but it made me sleepy.”

“I know. You kept dozing off during the video.”

“I did.”

“When I have a big lunch, I can’t concentrate when I get back to work. My mind won’t focus; I just want to take a nap.”

“Me too.”

“They say that’s because after a big meal all your blood leaves your brain and rushes to your stomach. I bet that’s an old wives’ tale.”

“I’ve heard that too. It sounds logical.”

“Reasonable, but it’s not consistent. When you have sex a lot more blood goes rushing somewhere else and your brain works just fine. I wasn’t all that logy last night.”

“I’ll say.”

“There was plenty of blood for my brain and my dick and my stomach. I was about as big as I ever get.”

“Bigger. I couldn’t believe how horny you were. But you’re always horny.”

“First you were sleepy and I was wide awake, and afterwards you were wide awake and I couldn’t keep my eyes open.”

“You fell asleep while I was rubbing lotion on your back.”

“I heard you go out.”

“I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. I went downstairs and read for two hours, then I came back. You were out like a light.”

“I was exhausted.”

“How do you feel now?”

“My back’s still stiff. What about you?”

“I guess I’m okay.”

“That was some fuck.”

“It was.”

“You should get coasters for the bed. It’s a good thing it’s a double, or it would have rolled through the door and out into the hall.”

“You told me to look up, and we were five feet from the wall.”

“I didn’t notice till my foot hit the dresser.”

“You were too busy doing something else.”

“I was too busy doing you.”

“You were brutal.”

“No. I was vigorous.”

“You were a bull.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I guess I’m a little tender. I’m not thinking about how I feel; I’m thinking about how it felt.”

“Are you up for more?”

“Are you up?” I roll to face him, and my erection presses into his thigh. “Horny old goat!”

“What time is it?”

“I don’t know. Eight… nine… God, this is a loud bed.”

“It was louder than you.”

“Stop it. I didn’t make any noise. I deny it.”

“You whimpered and moaned the whole time.”

“But not loud.”

“No, you weren’t loud. The bed was loud.”

“It made a racket.”

“Did you use to hear it creak when Big Al fucked his whores in it?”

“Unh-unh.”

“Yeah, I thought he was exaggerating when he talked about his exploits. Probably just a quick bang, shoot his load, and roll over.”

“Unless the bed couldn’t move with the two of them in it. He liked his women big.”

“That tramp he was telling about, the one he picked up at the bus stop and came home with him for twenty bucks, was she big too?”

“Enormous.”

“She ever come back again? He was bragging she couldn’t get enough of him.”

“No. When he called her she said she wanted a hundred for a second go.”

“What did I tell you? God, he thought he was hot shit in bed! His ego’s bigger than his ass.”

“Not bigger than Tonya’s, though.”

Tonya was Big Al’s steady girlfriend. They had a fight about his whores, he took a swing at her, and she called the cops. He’d been up on charges of domestic violence before, and this time he ended up in jail, which is how Paul came to have the house to himself. He couldn’t afford the rent, though, so we were looking for someone to replace him, someone clean, quiet and easygoing, who wouldn’t give us shit about sleeping together, but it isn’t easy to find someone decent who’d want to move into that neighborhood.

“Well, his ass wasn’t, I’ll grant you that. How can a mattress he used to fuck her on stay so firm? I was sure it would sag.”

“I don’t even want to think about it.”

It was the thought of Big Al screwing all those dirty women in what is now our bed that kept Paul from moving into the bigger bedroom for nearly four months despite my urging. As is, he not only steam cleaned the mattress, but laundered Big Al’s blanket and put it under the sheet.

“It’s nice having a large room to yourself.”

“I was thinking about that the other day.”

“How long has it been since you had a big room? All your rooms have been tiny for as long as I’ve known you.” (This was his sixth.)

“Not since I split with up with Annie.”

“Ninety-nine was it?”

“Ninety-eight.”

“You like it?”

“I don’t know. I’m used to little rooms.”

“I like it.”

“It gets more light.”

“It’s closer to the bathroom.”

“It has more outlets.”

“The floor isn’t a tangle of extension cords.”

“I can have more furniture. I don’t have to put the DVD and VCR players on the floor.”

“You don’t have to keep your stuff in storage containers. You have a dresser.”

“I don’t want to put my stuff in his dresser. It’s gross.”

“You have an armchair too.”

“It’s the most uncomfortable chair I ever sat in.”

“Then get rid of it.”

“I mean to.”

“I like the bed too.”

He pouts and gives a little growl. He still feels queasy about sleeping in Big Al’s bed. He put his pillow away in some closet somewhere, thinking that maybe he used stick it under Tonya’s ass when he fucked her and it’s all stained with his cum and her pussy juice.

“We’ve had some wonderful fucks in it.”

“We always have wonderful fucks.”

“As good as last night?”

“Some of them.”

“You were loving it.”

“I was.”

“I hit your G-spot.”

“Every time.”

“You were rolling your ass and pushing up against me.”

“Your chest was heaving when you came. And then you didn’t move. You lay there so long I was afraid you were having a heart attack.”

“That’s what you said. I can’t imagine why.”

“Your heart was pounding in your chest.”

“In rhythm with the throbbing of my cock?”

“I mean after, when you’d gone all limp and were just lying on top of me and your cock was growing soft inside me. I could feel your heart knocking against my back, and it seemed like you were forcing yourself to breathe. What was I supposed to think?”

“It was good aerobic exercise. I’d been pumping at top speed.”

“You’d been pumping forever. You wouldn’t stop.”

“I outdid myself. You were liking it too much, and I kept feeling like I was close to cumming. I was afraid if I slowed down and then went at it again, by the time I finished you’d be too sore.”

“I am sore.”

“Very?”

“Not too bad.”

“It’s your own fault. You did it to yourself.”

“Tell me about it!”

“I mean it. You’re sore from the first time, when you sat down on me. I never just shove into you like that. I slide in really slow and wait for you to open.”

“You do.”

“Then why didn’t you? I knew you were tight from when I rimmed you.”

“God, you did such a good job! You kept licking and licking and sucking on it and biting my cheeks with your lips. It was heaven, and it went on and on…”

“You were sleepy, remember? I had to do all the work.”

“I liked it.”

“You were so tight your asshole kept clamping down on my tongue. That’s why I asked you to straddle me. I wasn’t sure I’d be gentle enough; I thought you’d be more careful. Then you just go and impale yourself on me like the way a guy comes home from work and plops down in an armchair. I could see how much it hurt. Your face went all red and you bit your lips and started sweating.”

“You grabbed me round the waist and pulled me down on you with all your strength.”

“I did not.” (I didn’t. He’s only teasing.) “You saw big I was. You got me that way.”

“So it’s all my fault.”

“It’s your fault you sat down on me so hard. I’m not complaining about the blowjob.”

“Christ, you were huge!” He reaches out and palms my penis. “You’re still huge.”

I push the covers to one side and take myself in both hands. With two fists wrapped around it one right next to the other my dick still peeks out between a thumb and index finger. “And you weren’t afraid of forcing yourself down on that all at once? Were you trying to prove something?”

“I just wanted to get it over with.”

“You just wanted to get it in you. You couldn’t wait, could you? Too impatient to take it easy.”

“I shut my eyes and went for it.”

“Your eyes popped open soon enough. I could read your expression: ‘What have I done to myself?’”

“You were looking at me?”

“You know I was looking at you. Your eyes were open.”

“All I could see was stars.”

“And on top of that you didn’t put on nearly enough lube. I had to put more on right away, remember?”

“I got you plenty slick.”

“But you didn’t put enough on yourself. Then right away you started riding up and down on me before you’d loosened up. I had to hold you in place.”

“And pump more blood in your cock.”

“And I bet that felt good.”

“It felt even better when I started riding again.”

“I rolled my hips while you went up and down on me.”

“I felt your hands squeezing me all over.”

“Your thighs.”

“My sides.”

“Your arms.”

“My wrists.”

“Your chest.”

“My nipples.”

“Your belly.”

“My dick. I felt you everywhere.”

“Inside too.”

“Mostly inside.”

“The bed was creaking wildly.”

“I heard it. It’s a noisy bed.”

“I was watching you the whole time. Your mouth was open; your eyes were staring down at me.”

“I saw nothing. I only felt.”

“You looked beautiful. You’re a beautiful man, and you’re always most beautiful when my sex sets your senses spinning.”

“I was squatting over you. My legs were starting to cramp. I thought I was going to fall.”

“You got on your knees and leaned backwards. I held you by the wrists. That’s when I hit the spot.”

“You could tell?”

“I could tell. I could see it in your face, and I could feel it too. Your prostate pressed on top of my shaft right below my dick head. It was very hard.”

“You started pumping underneath me. Slowly. A really shallow pumping, just to slide back and forth on my prostate.”

“Then it was your turn to roll your hips.”

“God! It felt so good!”

“For me too.”

“Just look at you!” My erection is pointing straight up, the head deep pink and flaring.

“What do you expect? Just listen to what we’re talking about! Kiss me.”

“On the dick?”

“On the mouth first.”

We roll to face each other and kiss. Each has put his hand behind the other’s skull. I move my mouth to his ear, then to his neck, he starts speaking again and the sexual advances stop there. We lie face to face, our mouths just inches apart. I keep blinking so the two dark eyes through which gazes at me stay each on its side of his nose and don’t merge into one Cyclops eye.