Secrets and Charms(45)

Rich nodded. “But I’ve never…” Rich had a charming tendency to get shy.

Olly had no such problems. “You’ve never had anal? Not even with a girl?”

“Nope.”

“No problem. I have an idea.” Personally, Olly loved being taken doggy style, but he preferred having more control with a novice. “Lie back.”

Rich rolled onto his back, with his cock standing to attention. After ripping open a foil pack, Olly rolled a condom onto Rich’s shaft. Olly used only the best, made of some nifty new material that didn’t smell like latex. Rich quietly watched the proceedings even as Olly straddled his hips.

Olly took hold of Rich’s cock and guided its tip to his hole. He slipped down on it slowly for the benefit of both of them. The sensation was intense with a sharp bite of pain, and he stopped halfway, breathing deep.

“You all right?” Rich asked, concern etched on his face.

“More than,” Olly mumbled and pushed down more. “How does it feel?”

Rich nodded. “Tight.” He laid his hands on Olly’s thighs and slid them up as far as he could.

Olly knew what it meant. “You want me to move?” He raised himself ever so slightly.

“Please,” Rich said, digging his finger into Olly’s hips.

Olly began riding Rich’s shaft at a leisurely pace, but gradually the tempo picked up. His cock bounced around till Rich made a grab for it and tugged it to the rhythm of their coupling. Judging from his hand technique, Rich was an expert in self-pleasuring. They came almost together, Rich slightly ahead. The heat started to spread from Olly’s groin as soon as he saw Rich’s face twist in ecstasy. Olly took back his own cock, and a few jerks later, his jiz shot in a triumphant arc, splashing down on Rich’s chest.

Feeling Rich going soft inside him, Olly lifted carefully. He peeled the condom off and took it with him to the bathroom to flush it down. He cleaned up quickly and scurried back to the bedroom.

Rich lay on the bed much as he had before they did the deed, but this time he had his arm over his eyes. He didn’t move when Olly climbed onto the bed.

“Are you freaking out?” Olly asked, assessing the situation and remembering the aftermath of their last hook-up.

Rich bobbed his head, indicating yes.

“How bad?”

Rich jerked his shoulder.

Olly wasn’t about to give up. “As bad as last time?”

After a moment, Rich moved his head back and forth. It was a no.

Olly weighed his options and decided against a pep talk. “Tell me about your father.”

“Huh?” Rich turned his head, lifted his arm and looked straight at Olly. “Why?”

“Why not? Something to chat about. What was he like when you were growing up?”

“Hm. Demanding, hard to please, stern.” Rich pulled a face. “He valued success above all, and measured success in money. He had quite a contempt for everyone who couldn’t pull themselves up by their own bootstraps. Quite the irony, considering he was up to his ears in debt when he died.”

“He didn’t happen to be homophobic, did he?”

“Maybe a touch.” Rich’s words were swimming in sarcasm.

Just as Olly suspected. No surprise Rich was so messed up.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Rich added. “And I’m not saying you’re wrong. I spent my whole life living by his rules, trying to get his approval, so maybe one day he’d say good job, son. I lost my job defending his fucking reputation and used every last fucking penny I had to replace the money he’d borrowed from his clients. Guess how many visitors he had in the hospital? Three! Sandy and me, and Martin from the firm came once. But I was there every goddamn day. Do you think he said as much as a lousy fucking thank you? You know what his last words were to me? ‘Change the channel, Richard.’ Change the fucking channel! So yes, you’re right, I’m fucked in the head.”

“I’m sorry. I think I understand. Kind of.” At least he was trying. “How did he die?”

Rich barked a bitter laugh. “That’s the fucking kicker. Prostate cancer. Father wasn’t someone who’d let anyone stick a finger up his ass, not even his doctor. The cancer ate away his hips before they caught it. He had only months left.”

“I hope you get checked. It can be hereditary,” Olly said with concern.

“Shit, of course I do. But it’s the most uncomfortable, awkward thing in the world. At least for me.”

“Me too, trust me. There’s nothing sexy about being probed by the proctologist. It’s not even remotely like getting a good rogering.”

“Does it hurt?”