Wood: A True Lover's Story

“Wood,” Trent cried brokenly, his voice sounding so pained Wood ached to put him out of his misery. He knew the kind of yearning Trent was feeling and how long he’d ignored it.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Wood breathed against his hole. He worked Trent’s dick and balls in tandem with his mouth while he fell apart beneath him. Breathless and pliant, and utterly foul-mouthed. By the time Wood was slipping his tongue as deep inside Trent’s channel as he could, the man had promised him everything except his firstborn if he’d just allow him to cum. “Give me some lube.”

Trent didn’t move. Instead his biceps bulged where they gripped the pillow during Wood’s feast on his ass. He didn’t want to remove his mouth as he whispered teasingly against Trent’s flesh, “You want my fingers don’t you, Trent?”

“Mmmm. Mmhmm,” Trent agreed, chewing on his swollen bottom lip.

“Then give me the lube. You got some in here?”

Trent eventually reached across the bed and fumbled open his nightstand drawer. He tossed a well-used bottle of lubricant on the mattress and an unopened box of condoms. Relief, exhilaration, then tension slammed into him. He’d been praying all day that Trent would want all of him tonight, and now that he knew he did, he was ready to make Trent his.

Trent

Trent’s body was shaking, and no matter how much Wood crooned for him to relax in that raspy voice, he couldn’t stop it. He held on to his pillow like it could protect him, and his lower half moved as if he suffered from restless leg syndrome. He could do nothing but lie there under Wood’s expert hands, dazed from his touch and attention. Getting lost in the praise and the continuous times Wood told him how much he needed him. All Trent ever wanted was to be necessary. Irreplaceable.

“Stay nice and relaxed,” Wood purred. “Just like that.”

That would be easy. Trent was boneless. Wood had done a good job working him with his tongue, making him feel sensations he never knew existed. This was what he’d craved when he came home, but he’d been shamed in the worst way. He just wanted to feel what he saw in those showers. Somehow in his own twisted way, he wanted the love and acceptance he’d witnessed in prison.

He was floating so high he forgot to tense when Wood’s blunt finger tapped at his opening before he slowly pushed inside. Trent didn’t feel the sting he usually did when he worked on himself, only slick, warm ecstasy.

“Oh my god,” Wood whispered.

Trent would’ve raised his head to glance over his shoulder, but it was too heavy to lift. The finger went deeper, and he raised his hips to meet the pleasure halfway.

“You’re a natural bottom, lover. You’re sucking me right inside.”

Trent took that as the ultimate praise, cocking his leg higher, showing off.

“More. Hmm?” Wood asked as he pumped his digit in and out, then slowly began to add a second.

Trent was embarrassed at the noises he made but unable to stop them. He sounded like a wounded beast left for the predators to feast on. More cool liquid hit his stretched hole, and Trent’s body was lulled into a sweet rocking motion as Wood fucked him tenderly with his wide fingers. Ahhh, that feels so fuckin’ right. Yes, Wood. More. Somehow, Wood managed to go farther with each push until his knuckles grazed over a place in him that made him almost shoot off the bed.

“Augh! Fuck!” Trent grunted roughly, twisting his lower body as if he was trying to get away, but he knew there was no escaping.

Using his impressive size, Wood had no problems wrestling him into submission, and Trent was quickly forced back into position with his ass in the air and his face in the pillow. “I need you right now. Please.”

Trent thought he was the one supposed to be doing the begging. Either way, he knew he’d never deny Wood anything, especially his body. It’s one thing he had to offer that he hadn’t given to another man. And from the way Wood cared for him, inside and out, it told him just how much it was appreciated.

“Get the condom on,” Trent bossed.

Wood’s body heat disappeared, and Trent’s heart tried to beat out of his chest while he listened to plastic being torn and the sound of latex slapping against flesh.

This is it. Finally. Trent wasn’t scared or even nervous. Not anymore. Just like Edison told him, Wood was a gentleman… he’d make this time amazing for them both. All Trent had to do was trust him. Wood covered him from head to toe, his mouth against his ear, his dick wedged between his crack.

“You ready?” Wood asked, already lining himself up.

Trent took a deep breath and tried to loosen all his muscles. “Yes,” he answered.