Second Time Around

Bobby Michaels

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David Stone returns to Star Harbor where he grew up to lick his wounds after finding out his lover of 10 years had been keeping a boy-toy on the side. His only real love, Josh Harrison, his childhood best friend, isn't supposed to...
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David Stone returns to Star Harbor where he grew up to lick his wounds after finding out his lover of 10 years had been keeping a boy-toy on the side. His only real love, Josh Harrison, his childhood best friend, isn't supposed to be in Star Harbor. He's supposed to be in the Marine Corps.

But Josh has also returned to Star Harbor, and the Marine, now a cop, soon reveals that he'd been about to go looking for David, who mistakenly always thought Josh was straight! It's not long before the two find themselves head over heels in love and heading toward happily ever after.

Then David learns he's been infected with HIV by his last lover, and to save David's life, Josh reveals his own secret: he's a werewolf. And he can make David one.

  • Note:This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Male/male sexual practices, sex while in shifted form.
And he did. Starting with the top of my head down to the soles of my feet, there wasn’t any place on my body that Josh’s mouth, tongue or hands didn’t kiss, lick or stroke. One thing he did, at first, shocked and embarrassed me. He got down between my spread legs and, pushing them back, almost to my chest, ordered me to hold them there. This left not only my cock and balls but also the cleft of my ass open to him. I had no idea what he was going to do until he pushed his face forward and I could hear him taking deep breaths.

“Oh, fuck! You smell so good,” he growled.

Oh, my God! He was snorting the scent of my ass. And, not only that, but he was really loving it. But I didn’t have time to think about that because suddenly, he did something that had me wanting to rise off the bed vertically. Without warning, I suddenly felt something wet and raspy slide through my butt-crack and across my sensitive hole.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” I practically screamed.

He looked up from my ass, his tongue hanging out, grinning at me.

“I’m licking your ass. Hasn’t anybody ever done that to you before?” he asked curiously, like it was the most common thing in the world.

“No! Never.”

“Feel good?” he asked, grinning at me.

“Josh, are you…are you sure you should do that?”

“Oh, fuck yeah! I love eating butt – especially one this hot and pretty.”

That was all the conversation there was because he went back to eating my hole and I was only capable of lying there and groaning in ecstasy at the intense feelings it was causing. I could feel him pressing his tongue against my hole and sucking on the rim until my ring gave way and then I could feel his tongue slide into my butt. Josh had his tongue inside me, fucking me like a small, wet cock and I was loving every second of it. In fact, had he done it any longer, I felt like I would come.

I nearly got off so many times, by the time he was once again lying on top of me, looking down into my eyes with an almost feral gleam in his, I was starting to feel pain at having to hold back. It was almost laughable; here I was, in my late twenties getting “blue balls” like a teenager. It was then he made his intentions very clear. He reached down and grabbed my legs, placing them around his hips. I felt the blunt, spongy head of his enormous cock pressing against the already wet opening to my ass, demanding entrance.

At first, I was frightened. The only male who had ever fucked me was my ex-lover and he wasn’t anywhere nearly as well endowed as Josh. In fact, my ex-lover was barely bigger than me. I knew that Josh wouldn’t intentionally hurt me but the staggering thought of something that big going through all that tender tissue up my ass gave me pause. I guess Josh could feel me stiffen at the thought.

“I’ll be gentle. I know I’m not small but I promise, I won’t hurt you. If you can’t take me, I’ll stop. I promise.”

“I think we’re going to need lube. A lot of lube. It’s been months since anyone has so much as touched me.”

“I understand. Do you have some?”

“Yeah. In the drawer of the nightstand, over there,” I said, pointing.

He moved swiftly so that he was gone from on top of me for only a moment. Then he got between my legs and began applying the lube to my ass himself. I don’t know why, but this very tender act almost brought me to tears. To be honest, my ex-lover had never done this. He’d always left it to me to do it myself. This gentle act of caring on Josh’s part told me, in an instant, the real difference between how Josh loved me and what had passed for love for ten years in my relationship. How could I have been so blind all that time? I thought to myself. The only reason I could come up with is that I wanted a relationship so badly, I wanted to forget about Josh and try to bury the love I had for him, that it seems I had imagined love and caring where maybe none had really existed at all. This brought a twinge of deep sadness to me for all of the wasted years. Josh must have somehow felt from my body that something was distressing me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking up from between my legs.

“Nothing now. Nothing at all.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m very sure. Have I told you lately how very much I love you?”

For a moment, he tilted his head in thought so that – just for an instant – he reminded me of “my” wolf – before replying, “No. I don’t think you have.”

“Then let me say it now. Josh, I love you very, very much. More than I can ever tell you.”

“Then don’t tell me. Show me,” he said gently.

He continued to lube me, pushing first one finger in me and working it in and out until it was moving without any resistance. Then he tried two. This hurt some and I winced in pain. Josh noticed and instantly stopped moving.

“Breathe slowly and deeply. Push down with your ass muscles. That will help to loosen you up.”

I did as he directed and soon his two fingers were moving deep inside me with no pain, only pleasurable feelings – especially when he stroked my prostate, causing my cock to belch pre-cum onto my stomach.

“Yeah. There it is. Your ‘joy’ button.” He grinned at me. “Wait until my cock is stroking against that.”

“If you don’t stop stroking it with your fingers, I’m going to come and you’re not going to get to put your cock anywhere.”

He got the message, though he continued to work his fingers inside me until even his two, very large fingers didn’t feel like they were enough. He then added a third and continued to spread me open until I could take them easily as well.

“That’s it. That’s as much as I can open you up,” he said, and began re-lubing my ass and putting a lot of lube on his huge cock.

With this, he again laid on top of me and I wrapped my legs around his hips. I could feel him pressing against my now slick opening but, this time, there was no fear. Instead, I was eager to feel his cock sliding inside me. Eager for him to take me, to possess me, to make me his and his alone.

My body must have been in tune with my mind for when he pressed slowly forward, there was no resistance whatever. I could feel him sliding deep inside me but there was no pain, just the utter joy of being filled with him. When he could go no further because he had no more of himself to give, he looked down into my eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

“Better than okay.” I smiled up at him.

“No pain?”

“No pain.”

Then his mouth came down on mine in a passionate kiss as his hips began the ancient entry and withdrawal rhythm of love. He was slow and gentle at first, but I could tell he desperately wanted to be more aggressive but was afraid of hurting me. What he didn’t realize was I needed him to be more aggressive as well.

“Let go, Josh. You won’t hurt me. I need you to let go. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

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