My wife Mariah opened the front door to greet another guest. We were having our annual holiday mixer. Everyone was having a good time, and my energy was high and positive. Then she said his name, and it all changed.
"Carson, you made it,' Mariah squealed.
It had been six months since my best bro had taken my cherry in a Las Vegas villa. Carson had been the best thing in my life since college, and the night he fucked me, it changed everything about us. I had done my best to avoid him since then.
Despite how good his dick was and how much I dreamed about his beefy ass, I couldn't hurt my wife. After we got back from Vegas, he ended his engagement with Sara, and I vowed to stay away from him.
Mariah entered the living area with a bright smile on her face and a drink in her hand. She was happy that Carson had made it. She loved him, but no one loved him more than me. We were the dynamic duo of Dusk & Dawn.
"Babe, Carson made it," she yelled at me across the room.
I had told her Carson was not going to make it. The truth is, I hadn't invited him. I gave my wife a simple head nod. I told myself I just needed to avoid him. Just then, Carson stepped into the room. My heart sank the moment I saw him. Flashes of the night he fucked played before my eyes. I tried to shake the images away, but as I stared at him, I could only envision his naked body.
He stood there like a god giving off big dick energy. It pissed me off because I knew now that he had a big dick. A dick that was so good it brought out the bitch in me. Carson looked around the room. He was no doubt looking for me. Part of me wanted him to find me.
I wanted him to see me for the prize that I was and know he couldn't have me. Then, there was the other part of me that didn't want him to find me. That was the side of me that knew if he found me, he could take me, and I would undoubtedly allow him.
Within seconds, his eyes were on me. He had found me just as quickly as he had looked for me. Our eyes met through the crowd of people. He studied me, and I studied his body language. He was confident, smooth, and gorgeous as ever. He had grown his hair just a little. It made him look like a bad boy and that sent a thrill rushing through my body.
Slowly, his lips drew up into this sensual smile. My heart began to race, and my hole twitched. There was this strange warmth that spread over my body. My eyes betrayed me and revealed to him that I wanted him again.
I needed to go somewhere and catch my breath. Quickly, I moved through the crowd of people. We had a set of stairs in the kitchen that led to the second level. I made my way up the stairs. The hallway was dark, but I could still hear the partygoers below singing, dancing, and laughing. The little window at the end of the hall let a little light in.
A strong hand grabbed my shoulder. I knew it was him. His touch was the only one that ever sent electricity running down my body. My cock jumped in my pants. I quickly turned around and faced him.
He had that shit-eating grin about himself. I wanted to wipe it off his face and I also wanted to kiss him at the same time. How could I not want his irresistible lips? Damn him to hell for making me feel all these things and once again questioning my sexuality.
"Carson, what the hell are you doing here," I asked.
"You won't return my calls. How else am I supposed to see you, Justin?" He said it with that Mid-Western swagger I loved about him.
I blew hot air, "I told you I can't see you. What happened in Vegas was supposed to stay there. I'm not gay, Carson." I nearly screamed that last part.
He looked around cautiously. He wanted to make sure no one had heard me. Once he was sure we were alone, he licked his pretty lips, and then he pulled me into a kiss. His lips were soft and wet. They took me right back to the night in the villa all those months ago. My body exploded with passion and lust. It wasn't fair that he had such a hold on me. I pulled away from him. I couldn't risk losing myself in him again.
With confused eyes, I asked, "Why do you keep doing this to me, Carson?"
"Because we're dusk and dawn against the world," he said.
He leaned in for another kiss. I pushed him away. That wasn't a good enough reason for me to risk it all. No matter how beautiful of a man he was, I had to stand my ground. Stand for something or fall for anything is what I told myself.
"That's not a good reason," I said. I tried to sound strong and firm. He knew, though, that he could get me to do anything. It was only a matter of time before he had me bent over, screaming his name again.
I walked past him and began to walk down the stairs. He ran after me and tackled me. We wrestled around on those stairs without making a sound. We both fought to get the upper hand. I had been working out the last few months, but Carson had me beat by years.
I didn't make it easy for him, though. He eventually got the upper hand. Truthfully, I wanted him to have the upper hand. The feeling of him pressed against me brought out my submissive side.
The struggle ended with me on my back on the steps and him on top in between my legs. That was where he belonged, deep between my dark legs. We were both breathing hard and heavy. Our eyes were locked on one another. This thing between us was growing by the second.
I knew he was about to take me again. I just had to decide how much more fighting I was willing to do first. I decided that there would be no more fighting. Being in his arms again melted away all my resistance. It made the twitching in my hole all the more intense.
I softly said, "Just fuckin' do it. Ruin me."
I stroked the side of his face with a tender passion that no woman had ever shown him. My eyes burned deep into his soul with an aggression only a man could provide. Our connection was far too deep, and our bond was unbreakable.
"With pleasure," he said as he kissed me.
The kisses started slow and then quickly turned aggressive and passionate. He was relentless with the way he attacked my lips. He moved to my neck and began to suck on it. I could only breathe heavily in his ear. My cock grew hard, and so did his. Our strong erections pressed firmly against one another as we did a slow grind. I lifted my hips and repeatedly thrust my pelvis into his.
