Page 81 of Rhymes with Metaphor
Joel grabbed some tissues and insisted on cleaning everything.Then he tucked his cock back into his briefs and zipped his trousers.He dropped the wadded-up tissues into the wastebasket.
“I wish sex wasn’t so messy,” said Joel.
“Well, it is.That’s what makes it so glorious.”
“I would have come quicker if you’d been fucking me,” Joel said reproachfully.
“I don’t think so.You’ll find the fantasy tops the reality.”
“Will I have to take your word for that?”
“We’ll see,” said Reg.
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In the garage, Regunearthed the kite he and Martin used to fly, and he took Joel to the sand beach in the old harbour to fly it.
The kite tore across the sky, and they passed the line back and forth between them, once, holding the handle together, vibrating in their hands as the line pulled on them.
Afterwards, Reg led Joel among the rocks of the headland to a natural stone seat hidden in the crags.He and Martin had found it while hunting for shore crabs.He had Joel sit, then he pulled down Joel’s swimming trunks and gave him head while the gulls wheeled above them and the faint strains of the music from the fairground sounded from the other side of the headland, Joel gasping, back arched against the rock, sand-spackled skin gleaming and gritty under Reg’s hands.
He came blissfully quickly and effortlessly.
Reg pulled himself up and sat beside Joel, putting his arm around his shoulders.“I think you like coming in public.Part of you wants to get caught.”
Joel pulled up his bathing trunks, then looked at Reg appraisingly, lying back, slack and sated.
Reg lit a cigarette.Joel grimaced and turned his head away.
Reg blew out a plume of smoke.“I thought you didn’t give unsolicited advice.”
“I wasn’t.”
“It’s what you’re not saying, and how you’re not saying it.”
“Maybe, I’d like it if you didn’t leave too soon,” said Joel, still not looking at him.
Reg watched his cigarette burn to the filter, then he dropped it on the sand and crushed it underfoot.He put the half empty cigarette pack back in his pocket.
Joel rested his head on Reg’s shoulder.“What ifIgaveyoua blow job?”
Reg laughed.
“I mean it,” said Joel, looking at him.
“Not here.Not for your first time.”
“When we get home?”said Joel.
“Perhaps.”
“What if I just use my hand?Can we go in the water and do it?”
“Tried it once,” said Reg.“The channel’s too cold.This isn’t the tropics.”
Joel spoke, voice getting quieter and quieter.“Even if you didn’t come, wouldn’t you like it if I touched you?”His hand strayed to Reg’s lap and found him hard.Although Reg had allowed Joel to touch him before, he’d never allowed it to go so far that he was in danger of coming.On this occasion too, Reg gently but firmly moved Joel’s hand away.
“Why are you doing all this for me?”said Joel.“What are you getting out of it?Everything you do is to make me happy.None of it’s for you.”
