Rough Boys Ch. 15byroughboy18©
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All characters engaged in sexual acts in this story are at least eighteen years of age.
Warning: This chapter contains scenes with offensive language, extreme violence, and interracial romance and sexual intimacy between two males. Please read at your own discretion.
Ty shot the deadbolt with shaky hands.
Do it! Just kiss him. Be quick, you coward. Don't overthink this. He had been working himself up to kissing Abe for the past two hours and they were finally alone.
Abe was already halfway across the room, moving with the easy grace of an athlete. Ty couldn't help but admire how well his chinos showed off his nicely rounded butt.
Don't get distracted.
The object of his desire stopped short and turned to look at him questioningly.
"You were magnificent, defending me from my dad!" Ty felt giddy and his feelings bubbled out into his words. "I've never seen anyone stand him down like that. You're amazing!"
Battling down the fear that threatened to paralyze him, Ty launched himself at Abe. He wrapped his arms around the big man's powerful neck. "Thank you!"
His heart thudded against his ribs as he pulled himself up to his tiptoes and placed his lips firmly on Abe's.
The first thing he noticed was how warm and soft Abe's lips were. His own were eager, pushing hungrily against Abe's full, sensuous lips. His arms tightened around the big man's powerful neck.
I'm kissing him! I'm kissing him! All other thought fled his mind.
A tightness formed deep within his chest. Gentle at first, it suddenly slammed through him. He felt as if his insides were imploding on themselves; his lungs were suddenly devoid of air. He gasped through his nose. Abe's scent filled him, a hint of spicy aftershave and an underlying musk that was all him.
Ty's senses fractured. He became aware of each detail separately; it seemed he was feeling in slow motion. The bare skin on Abe's neck burned his arms, as if he were a living flame. He could feel Abe's muscles bunching underneath his hands as the bigger man bent toward him, easing him down from his toes. Their lips clung together, held by an irresistible force.
As Abe lowered him, he began to return Ty's kiss. His generous lips pressed boldly against Ty's own. Ty adjusted his hold on Abe's neck, sliding one hand up back of his head, feeling the texture of his short hair, coarse yet soft underneath his fingertips. He was acutely aware of Abe's big hands circling his waist and stroking his lower back.
His focus shifted back to his lips. The delicious pressure was intoxicating. He felt as if he couldn't get enough; he was drowning and the only thing that could save him were those luscious lips against his own, assaulting him fiercely, backing off to gentle nudges, turning, and pressing in again with a desperate hunger.
When he felt Abe's tongue lick his lower lip, he gasped at the surprising sensation. The questing tongue took advantage of his parted lips to slip into his mouth, hot and sweet. A low moan formed deep in the back of his throat. It poured out of him, escaping the confines of their mouths to wrap around them like a caress. Abe's tongue explored his mouth, tasting his cheeks, gliding over his teeth, pushing against his tongue which, unbidden, came alive and slid against the invading muscle enthusiastically.
Abe, for his part, was shocked when Ty kissed him. For the first several seconds he'd been frozen—completely unresponsive—while Ty pressed his sweet lips against his own. His mind had struggled to comprehend what was happening; he could not reconcile what his senses were telling him with his beliefs about Ty.
When Ty sucked in a stuttering gasp through his nose, his brain finally engaged.
He's kissing me! He's kissing me—and he likes it!
Abe responded then. He'd been craving Ty for months; he let his iron control slip and his instincts take over. He leaned forward and kissed Ty back, passionately. Possessively. Very soon, the only thing in the world that mattered was the boy in his arms. He lost himself to the kiss, to the feel of those slender arms around his neck, that slim waist under his hands, those gorgeous lips, eager and needy against his own.
He licked Ty's bottom lip, wanting to taste him, wanting to be closer to him, to be one with him. Ty opened his mouth and he forced his tongue in, exploring. Ty tasted of raspberries and cream and he was in heaven.
When he heard Ty moan, the sound incited him beyond passion. He needed Ty—needed him with an intensity that robbed his sanity.
Ty pushed himself against Abe's hard body wanting—craving—closeness. The heat radiating off of the big man coursed through him, igniting him. He felt as if he were burning up, being devoured by flames from the inside out.
His cock had been half hard the entire ride home, and it hadn't calmed down much during the walk back from returning Kate's car. He became aware of it now, a hot steel shaft pressed against his stomach, imprisoned by his tight jeans. He felt a tingling sensation in his balls as his cock swelled painfully and began to weep precum.
Dizziness overwhelmed him and his legs gave out. Abe's grip tightened as Ty sagged into him, no longer capable of supporting himself. But he still clung to those lips, his tongue battling fiercely with Abe's, his breath coming in quick pants through his nose.
He felt one of Abe's hands slide down from caressing his lower back to grip his ass and pull him closer in. A fierce longing burst forth within him and he whimpered—a desperate, needy sound.
Abe was lost in the young man he held close, kissing him with a passion that could not be sated. Ty's warm, lithe, body was tight against his own. His heart pounded loudly in his ears.
The man he'd dreamt about for months was finally in his arms. A fierce ache in his heart threatened to overwhelm him. His head spun; his thoughts dissolved like ash under a heavy rain.
Ty's whimper awoke something feral deep within him. He needed the youth. He needed him naked on the floor. He needed to be pounding into the pale, tight ass that he could feel quivering under his fingers. It had been so long—so very long.
Abe fought back a groan. He was seconds away from tearing Ty's clothes off, throwing him to the floor, climbing on top of him....
What the hell?
I need to get control of myself!
Suddenly panicked, Abe pulled away from Ty's lips. He removed his hands from Ty's ass and settled them gently onto Ty's waist. He drew in a deep breath, trying to calm his raging libido.
There was an abrupt disruption to Ty's world. Abe's tongue was no longer in his mouth. He was no longer pressed tightly up against that hard, hot body. He gasped in a great breath of air—he needed it. But he needed Abe more. A protesting whine came out of his throat as he pulled himself back to Abe's lips—pushed against Abe's mouth with his tongue, demanding entrance again.
The big man's arms gently but firmly pushed him away. "No, Ty."
He heard the words, but they had no meaning to him. He clutched at Abe's arms, desperate for his mouth, for his tongue, again. He launched himself up, standing on his toes, his lips questing. He nipped the other man's bottom lip and pressed his mouth greedily against Abe's.
"Ty, stop! Stop, please!" This time Abe was less gentle. He held Ty in place with his hands on his shoulders and took a step back. "I can't!"
The sudden loss of Abe's warmth was like a slap in the face. Ty gasped and stared up at Abe, his scattered thoughts slowly coalescing. The look in Abe's eyes was difficult to decipher; he was obviously struggling with his emotions.
The moment Ty regained control of his body, he spun around, turning his back to Abe. He needed privacy. He needed a moment to collect himself. He took several deep breaths, his body trembling.
Wow! He had never dreamed kissing could be like that—so consuming, so devastating. So hot! He was still hot. He became aware of his cock, ready to burst out of his jeans. He felt dampness at the head of it. He had been leaking copiously.
He told me no!
As this thought pushed its way into his mind, a chill swept over him. Oh god! He doesn't want to kiss me. I've made a huge mistake!
I am totally out of control.
The pressure on his cock eased as soon as his shame splashed ice water on it, but he could still feel a large wet spot on the front of his jeans.
He doesn't like me that way! I forced myself on him. He didn't like it.
How could he not like it when—oh god! —I was in heaven?
Heat burst from Ty's chest, but now it was not the heat of passion. It was heartbreak. The pain was so intense, he bit his lip to keep from crying out.
I need space. I need to get away. Now!
Without consciously directing his feet, he suddenly found himself at the door. He started to fling it wide. Adrenalin pumped through his system, getting ready to help him flee. He desperately needed to escape.
Suddenly there was large hand reaching over his shoulder, slamming shut the door he'd just opened. Abe's deep voice came from right behind him.
Abe wasn't going to let him go. He's holding me here! A flash flood of panic washed over him.
"Let me go!" he cried.
Abe's hand withdrew from the door. When he started to pull it open again, he felt his other hand being enveloped in Abe's large ones. Although he wasn't looking at him, he was aware of the big man dropping to his knees.
Ty prepared to pull away and run, but then he heard Abe's voice.
"Ty, please! Please don't leave me!"
The anguish that poured out with those words stopped him cold. He was compelled to look at Abe. The agony in the other man's eyes shocked him.
If I leave now, it will break him. Abe had always seemed like a rock to Ty. To see him on the verge of panic was deeply disturbing.
"Please Ty," the big man begged quietly. "Can't we please talk about this?"
Ty sucked in a sharp breath. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to run. But he couldn't go now, not with Abe like this.
He pulled his hand out of Abe's. "Sure," he mumbled.
Hoping Abe wouldn't notice the wet spot on his jeans, he brushed past him and stumbled to the couch. He could feel heat rising in his face and knew he was beet-red with humiliation.
How could I have read him so wrong? I'm so stupid! Why did I think kissing him was a good idea?
He sank down on the couch and buried his face in his hands.
Abe followed him and, shoving the coffee table aside with his foot, he knelt before him. The black man took his hands and pulled them away from his face, holding them firmly in his own.
Ty leaned back against the couch and looked to the side. He couldn't meet Abe's intense gaze.
"I'm sorry." Ty chewed on his bottom lip. "I made a mistake. I'm sorry."
"What mistake did you make, Ty?" Abe's voice was gentle.
In his mind, Ty squirmed with discomfort. Outwardly, he remained still, staring at a spot on the wall. Why is Abe torturing me like this? Can't he leave me alone?
"I thought...." Ty cringed. He did not want to talk about it. "Never mind."
"Ty, please. Tell me what you're thinking."
Ty sighed. Anger bubbled up in him—irritation at Abe for torturing him, making him own up to his embarrassing mistake. The anger overcame his embarrassment, and he spat out, "I made a mistake. I thought you wanted to kiss me. I was wrong. I'm sorry."
"No, Ty. You weren't wrong."
Ty looked at Abe in surprise. Abe's sincerity was apparent in his face.
"What?" Ty was confused.
"I do want to kiss you, Ty."
"Then why did you stop me?"
"Because...." Now it was Abe's turn to squirm. "I ... I was losing control, Ty. I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do. I was ... I couldn't kiss you any longer without...." Abe trailed off, flushing as he thought about what he'd wanted to do with Ty.
"You liked kissing me?" Ty's voice was so sweetly hopeful.
"God, yes! I loved it, Ty! I..." Abe's next comment was cut off by Ty's warm lips on his.
He kissed back, sliding quickly back into the chasm of hopeless desire. His conscience clawed frantically at his libido.
He pulled away again, gasping. "Wait, Ty!"
Ty's glazed-over eyes gradually focused on his face.
"Ty, we need to set limits. I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for. Tell me what you want, Ty."
"I want everything!" Ty replied breathlessly. "I want everything with you, Abe."
Although part of Abe's mind said he needed to explore further exactly what Ty meant, another part said, "Good enough, let's go!" Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Abe leaned in and pressed his lips against Ty's perfect, rosy ones. They were both immediately swept into the maelstrom of kissing, deeply and passionately.
Ty wasn't sure how long they kissed; his thinking mind had shut down long before. Eventually, however, he became aware of something urgent. He had unconsciously spread his legs to accommodate Abe's body—then wrapped his legs around Abe's massive thighs. His cock, caught tightly between his own stomach and Abe's hip, was achingly hard. It was painful. Excruciating.
He pulled out of the kiss. "Abe!" This came out as a plaintive cry.
Abe's eyes met his, only inches away.
"Abe," he cried again. He wasn't sure exactly what he wanted, but he was frantic for relief. His cock was in agony. He glanced down at it, straining against his jeans. He could feel precum bubbling out of the slit and a large wet spot was showing at the front of his pants. His eyes met Abe's again. "Please!" he begged.
Abe smiled broadly. "I got you, babe." His voice was husky, sending a shiver up Ty's spine.
Ty watched as Abe reached forward and undid the button at the top of his jeans. The head of his cock became visible, sticking out above his briefs, angry red and slick with precum. As Abe's big hand slowly slid his zipper down, his cock, released from its tight confines, sprang forward, pushing his briefs further down.
He's going to touch me!
That thought, the sight of Abe's large waiting hand, the sudden release of tension, and the cool air hitting his heat was too much. As his cock sprang free, he spurted. His head fell back and a long moan came out of his throat as ecstasy shuddered through him. His thighs tightened on Abe's, his hips thrust forward, and he spasmed, pulled under by the shockwave of his orgasm. His cum sprayed over Abe's chest and some of it splashed back to fall on his own chest and stomach.
He panted for a few seconds, eyes closed, recovering. He heard Abe's low chuckle and a rush of blood colored his cheeks.
"Oh god!" How embarrassing! "I'm sorry!"
"Why are you sorry, Ty?" Abe's voice was husky, but tinged with amusement. "That was awesome."
"No one's ever touched me before," Ty explained. Then he cringed inwardly, suddenly remembering the rape. "Well ... not like that."
Abe smirked. "But I didn't touch you."
Ty covered his face with his hands. "How embarrassing!"
"No, Ty. Don't be embarrassed. That was so hot!"
"Hot?" Ty peeked up at Abe.
"Hell, yeah! You were so excited at just the thought of me touching you, that you lost it. That's hot!"
Ty smiled. "Really?"
"Oh, yeah!" The lust in Abe's eyes was blazing.
"I got your shirt all dirty," Ty said, looking at the trails of sticky whiteness glistening on Abe's red shirt.
"That's easy to fix." Abe pulled away from Ty and whipped off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. "It's washable."
Ty's eyes widened as they slid over Abe's naked chest. "Oh!" A small exclamation of admiration came from his mouth.
Abe's hands went to the front of Ty's shirt and started to unbutton it. Self-consciously Ty reached up to stop him.
"Fair's fair," Abe said. "Besides, your shirt's dirty too." He finished unbuttoning Ty's shirt.
Ty folded his arms stubbornly across his chest.
"What's wrong, Ty?" Abe looked at him quizzically.
"I ... I'm skinny. And hairless."
"That's just what I like," Abe's deep voice drawled. "You're perfect." He leaned in and kissed Ty's neck, moving slowly down with a trail of kisses to his collarbone.
Ty couldn't help but tilt his head back and moan in delight.
Abe continued to kiss along his collarbone as he eased Ty's shirt over his shoulders.
Ty finally gave in and helped him pull the shirt off over his arms.
Glancing down at Ty, Abe commented. "You're already hard again."
Ty smiled. "You have your shirt off," he said by way of explanation.
They resumed kissing then, with the added benefit of skin-to-skin contact. Abe rubbed Ty's back gently. Ty's fingers played across Abe's biceps.
It wasn't too much longer before Abe pulled away with a groan. "Do you mind if I let myself out Ty?" He nodded toward his groin. His cock was a clearly visible log tight up against his stomach.
"Let me," Ty said. With slightly shaking hands he reached over and undid the button on Abe's chinos. Abe made a noise that was between a gasp and a moan.
Ty looked up to find Abe's brown eyes boring into his with shocking intensity. Shivering with excitement, he turned his attention back to Abe's pants. When he pulled the zipper down, Abe's cock bounced forward. He lost no time in pulling the front of his boxers down to free his glory.
"Oh Ty...," Abe said on a groan.
"My god, Abe! You're huge!"
Abe smiled. "Yeah." Then he saw Ty trying to hide the terror in his eyes.
"Hey," he said gently, stroking the side of Ty's face to get his focus back on his eyes rather than his cock. "It'll be okay, Ty. We don't have to do anything right away. We'll take our time. You're not going anywhere are you?"
"I don't know." Ty laughed nervously. "With a monster like that after me, I think I should start running now."
Abe laughed. "Don't worry. I won't do anything you're not begging for."
"Begging?" Ty teased. "You want me begging?"
Abe's voice was low and raspy. "Oh, yeah." He reached out a hand and ran his forefinger down Ty's hard length.
Ty shuddered and let out a small, needy sound. His focus went back to Abe's cock. He reached up tentatively and snagged the bead of precum that was glistening at Abe's slit with a finger. He rubbed it gently into the head in slow circles.
Abe's cock twitched and Ty snatched his hand away.
"Careful! He bites," Abe warned with a chuckle.
Ty laughed and gently wrapped his hand around Abe's massive member. His fingers could not quite circle it.
Abe let out a groan, thrusting forward with his hips. It had been so long since anyone had touched him, he was ready to explode. But Ty's cautious touches were not going to do it. He needed to take the edge off. Later, he would let Ty explore at his leisure.
"Ty, can we...?" He was incapable of describing what he wanted. He slid his pants and boxers down to mid-thigh while he pulled himself up to sit on the couch next to Ty. Then, before Ty could protest, he picked him up easily and set him on his lap. Swinging his legs onto the couch, he pulled Ty down on top of him so they were lying chest-to-chest on the couch.
He eased Ty's jeans over his hips, exposing his bare ass. He couldn't help but knead the pale globes with strong fingers.
"Is this okay?" he whispered.
Ty couldn't answer at first. He was dizzy. Abe's broad expanse of chest stretched out beneath him, glistening with a slight sheen of sweat. Heat radiated off of him. His musky scent filled his nostrils, adding to the headiness he felt. Abe's hands on his ass felt so good, the touch sending jolts right to his cock, which was painting Abe's hip with precum.