The Mockery

I laugh, "You're only six months younger than me!"

He grins, "Right, but for two more months, I'm still twenty-nine!"

Jerk. Except he's not a jerk. He's my friend, my business partner, my life partner and my roommate. And he knows that what I do with those not-so-Str8 boys is unemotional work. Plus, he watches on the other side of the door on CCTV. He gets a thrill out of it.

I wrap my arms around him, roll him onto his back and shove my tongue down his throat. Eventually, I run my tongue down his neck and kiss his chest while I stroke my fingertips up and down his ribs. He giggles, but doesn't stop me.

He says, "You're a softie in your old age. The way you handled that curious kid. You could have had a whole bunch of fun with him."

I grin up at him, "He was a cutie."

"And so was his friend. You could have had both of them. By holiday break you could have been completely through the whole swim team."

I snort, "I'm not evil. That's not what that kid needed. He's away from home for the first time in his life and before he left, he didn't have a conversation that he should have had. He just needed a dad for a minute. I merely pointed him in the right direction."

"That's it!" exclaims Leo. "Since you turned thirty I've been trying to think of a new pet name for you. You just gave it to me. It's gotta be Daddy!"

I snatch his already erect shaft in my hand and squeeze tight. He gasps and I say, "Are you sure you don't want to rethink that?"

"I'll come up with something else," he croaks.

I loosen my death grip, "That's right you will."

He scoffs, "And you said you're not evil."

I pick up his right foot, place it in my lap and begin a gentle massage. I regard the foot, "Your feet are aging well."

He cocks a questioning eyebrow.

"I just mean... Did you see what those two kids did? Blake and Nyck each took their right sneakers off and traded. That just might be the cutest, sweetest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"Are you jealous?" asks Leo.

I think about that for a minute. "What those two young boys don't know about life yet is a lot."

"Yeah, but they'll have a lot of fun figuring it out together."

"I remember being eighteen. Eighteen year old boy feet are still smooth, hairless, bunion free, innocent... Pretty. Usually by our age, the cute boy feet are gone, replaced by ugly man feet."

He takes one of my feet, "Yours aren't so bad either." He massages me too. "Yet."

I chuckle, but I drag fingertips up his arch as punishment and he yelps. "Oh! I got it!" I grin at him. "I'll keep my thirty year old mind but go back to my eighteen year old body."

"I happen to find your thirty year old body pretty perfect." He contemplates my foot, "What do you wear, size eleven?"

"Yep."

"Me too. How about we split two pairs tomorrow like those cute boys. It'll help this old guy keep feeling young."

But I already feel pretty young. In fact, despite having been drained just ten minutes ago, I'm hard again. I line up on top of Leo, hips to hips, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, belly to belly and shaft to shaft. I say, "If I were evil would I do this?"

I begin to slide up and down his body; all of my body parts rubbing against his corresponding parts. Leo and I are roughly the same height and the same...length. We fit well together. And the friction I am creating between us is magical. We are completely in sync with each other. As we rub and frot, we will climax at the same time. We always do. I found my other half in Leo. We tease each other, but we love each other completely.

And someday Blake will find this same kind of love. Will it be with Nyck? Who knows? They're only eighteen. If it's not forever between them, then fine. They deserve to have some fun while they find out. And in the meantime they're ridiculously adorable together.

I squeeze Leo and hug him hard while we rub and glide. Our breathing intensifies at the same time. I kiss him again. Our tongues rub together like the rest of our bodies. As talented as he is with his hands and mouth, this is always my favorite. So intimate. So in tune. We make a lovely sticky mess between us but we just keep kissing as our heartrates slowly normalize. The sticky mess doesn't bother us. It's proof. Evidence of our love. Besides, now we get to take a bath together and there's still more of my man to explore.