Bishop: A True Lover's Story

“Come inside,” Edison breathed. He took Bishop’s hand and led him into the house, past the dining area, down the hall and straight into his bedroom.

They fell onto the bed in each other’s arms, their limbs intertwining and locking. Edison arched at the feeling of Bishop’s muscles pressing into him, pushing him deeper into his mattress. “I missed you so much last night. Why didn’t you answer me?”

Bishop squeezed his eyes closed, then opened them slowly. He caressed the shaved side of Edison’s head, then touched their foreheads together. “I know. I missed you too, baby.”

Edison pulled Bishop’s T-shirt over his head so he could touch his bare skin. Bishop’s big body trembled on top of him, and a rush Edison couldn’t believe flooded his body that he’d been the one to make Bishop do that. He laid his palms flat against the firm muscles in Bishop’s back and rubbed everywhere that he could reach.

“My pride’s too big for me to swallow sometimes, Eddie.”

“It’s okay,” Edison whispered.

“No, it’s not. It was childish.” Bishop kissed Edison deeply. “Forgive me, too.”

Edison nodded, his emotions trying to get the better of him. Bishop had nothing to apologize for. Surprisingly, Bishop was the one with the chilly ex-boyfriend, but it was Edison who was the one bringing drama into their budding relationship. Bishop was the real deal—the kind of mature man Edison had been waiting for. Not one of the self-entitled, not-able-to-communicate millennials he’d dated, that was his generation. Now he was going to do everything he’d ever been taught to keep Bishop happy.

Edison was going to start recalling more recipes his Aunt Carlotta had shown him that were a sure way to secure a man—or so she’d always say. He was remembering lessons his father taught him on being a good spouse, and even some of the teachings from the old heads he’d grew up around in the barber shop. Edison was going to be everything Bishop needed in a boyfriend and in return, he hoped Bishop would return the affection, ten-fold.

Edison spread his legs, trying to relieve the ache when his cock tried to burst through his zipper. He thrust his hips up, seeking out some much-needed purchase to rub against.

“Fuck, Eddie,” Bishop hissed when their cocks brushed over each other. “I want my mouth all over you.”

Edison bit his lip to stop the embarrassing cry that tried to escape, but god it felt so good. Bishop’s naughty words in his ear and his heavy body on top of him already had him feeling as if he was going to come. He no longer worried about his stamina and not lasting because Bishop was usually right behind him, barely hanging on himself.

Bishop rose onto his knees, and after watching Edison for several long seconds, he finally began to undress him. “You looked nice today,” Bishop said as he unbuckled Edison’s belt and began to ease his slacks down his legs. Edison squirmed wanting Bishop to go faster. His cock was dripping in his shorts when Bishop inched those off as well. He could feel a lot of shuffling on the bed and figured that Bishop was removing his boots and pants while he stroked Edison’s legs and up the backs of his thighs. He shook with eager anticipation when Bishop kneaded his ass cheeks, his fingertips edging closer to his crease and opening him up. “You’re so fuckin smooth all over.”

Edison couldn’t stop his whine when Bishop sucked hard on his inner thigh, his scruffy cheek brushing against his straining dick. He had to grip the base of his cock when he thought he’d erupt. He was feeling delirious with need. His hips began to move and thrust, with little he could do to stop it. He cupped the back of Bishop’s head where it was nestled between his thighs and held him still while he rubbed his shaft against the coarseness on his jaw. Was it lewd and shameless, yes, but it was just the bite of stimulation Edison needed. He shook, with his hand around his base, not even needing to jack himself as he pulsed over and over again.

“You taste so good, Eddie.” Bishop breathed, lapping Edison’s balls just before he took his cock from his grip and swallowed him down.

“Ahhh!” Edison screamed, his arms flying out to his sides as if he was surrendering to the lord. It felt so wonderful he didn’t know what to do. How had he gone twenty-six years without this? And, it wasn’t just sexual with Bishop because Edison had had men touch his body before. But no one had really reached him, that deeper part of him that connected with his heart and soul. Bishop swallowed around his length, then hollowed his cheeks and pulled up until only the head was resting on his tongue.