And Just Like That...

"OK, the first reason why I am NOT perfect is that hi my name is Craig and I'm an alcoholic. Yeah, big surprise there," he says, arching his eyebrows up at me and smirking.

"Claire had two kids so obviously she had to stop drinking. But I never did, I kept on filling my body with alcohol until one day, I..." a stray tear run down his cheeks and fall onto my forehead, "I slapped Claire. I don't remember why but I was just angry and I guess I lost it."

I listen intently. "So that's when I decided to quit. It was hard, still is. I still miss alcohol so much it kills me. I relapsed a couple of times even. I'm only 20 days sober now."

"Congratulations...I guess," I utter. Craig smiles, but not as radiantly as usual, "Yeah, thanks man."

He continues, "Another thing in my life is that I got fired. Yeah, I messed up a client's account, he lost money, the firm agreed to compensate for that but I was fired nonetheless. I didn't get bored like I said. I was fired because I made a stupid mistake."

"Well, at least you still have that awesome car"

"Yeah, I guess that's one good thing," Craig says, his voice is getting wobblier by the second, "And the last item on the list of reasons why Craig Henrick is still messed up is...," I can see him choking in his throat, his eyes glistening with tears, "Claire and I got divorced."

"What?" my eyes are wide open.

"Yeah, and she got full custody of the kids because I was a jobless alcoholic. I only got what was mine since her ultra-rich parents made me sign a pre-nup before marrying Claire so... yeah. I still drive to Boston to see my kids every week, but they probably hate me now," tears start running down Craig's cheeks but he wipes them off and smiles at me. "So you see, Cohen, I'm still fucked up, maybe less than when I was in college, but still fucked up. OK?"

His words stab me with a blade of guilt.

"But...there's still moral to the story," Craig says, "I was an alcoholic, now I'm doing my best to stay sober. I got fired, now I have my own business. I got divorced, now I'm...well, still single, but you see? No matter how bad it gets, you will pull through, OK? You will. And don't worry, I won't leave you again, Cohen," he ruffles my hair playfully, "never again."

He gives me an assuring smile, and I smile back in relief and gratitude, he's here now, thank god.

"Oh wait, almost forgot this minor, minor detail. Claire divorced me because I cheated on her, so there's that too," Craig says with a tone that can as easily be used to say "OMG, that dress looks super cute on you!" or "The game last night was rad, right?"

I sit straight up, my face frowning at him, "What? You, unfaithful, Claire? What?"

Craig blushes and nods, "Yeah, I met this guy at a party, I was super drunk and then we-

"WHAAAATTT?" my voice gets super high-pitched, "A fucking guy?" my eyebrows pull towards each other so tight my wrinkles must look like layers of a mille-crepe.

"Yeah...?"

"You're into guys?"

"Yeah...?" Is he for real right now?

"Whaaa- Wait, you never told me that!"

"Yeah...well, that's because I realized I was bi because of you," Craig scratches his head.

"Huh?" I'm so confused right now, what the fuck?

Craig, face still as red as a tomato, averts his eyes from mine, "Do you remember... that time we...kissed?"

Oh right, his frat bros dared him to kiss a gay guy, I remember. "Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?" For obvious reasons, I had absolutely no interest in Craig back then, so the kiss barely makes a mark in my mind.

Craig stares at the floor, "Well...I never stopped thinking about it."

I'm sorry, what now?

"I don't know why... I just can't seem to get it of my mind. And I guess...I slept with that guy...because I have always been...searching for it...you know?" Craig is looking at me now, his eyes filled with embarrassment and regret and a glint of... hope. I can feel his legs twitching against mine.

"Oh...OK...that's...wow...But-

Before I could continue my stammers, Craig wraps his arms around my neck and pull me towards him. His lips collide with mine. And suddenly I feel my lips kissing him back, moving in harmony with him. The tanginess and tartness of the cheesecake excite my taste buds, and I ease my tongue into his mouth, craving more and more of him. Our tongues dance in a waltz, in completely rhythm and sync with each other. My hands roam the length and breadth of his back, feeling his muscles flex and contract under my hands. Slowly, he pushes me down onto the sofa, grinding himself against me. I can feel the contours of his bulging muscles through my shirt. The weight and warmth of his body feels fucking fantastic. His cologne seems to get more invigorating by the second as I inhale the scent deeply. I just can't get enough.

Our lips part as I pull his T-shirt over his head and the sight before my eyes makes my cock spring up almost immediately. His pecs are perfect square mounds of meat, his dark, nickel-sized nipples protrude forwards, his abs are immaculate like a scrumptious giant bar of chocolate, his chest is lightly dusted with a mat of brown hair, which glistens in the light of my apartment.

His emerald eyes look like a snake's, focused on me, enchanting and ensnaring me into its trap. I am its willing victim, breathing rapidly as Craig nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck. I gasp as he pulls on my skin with his lips over and over again, marking me as his prey. With every kiss on my sensitive skin my body trembles. I groan inside my throat. God, this is good.

Craig starts unbuttoning my shirt with zeal, as if he wants to rip it right off my body. He lifts my back a bit and quickly yanks it off, exposing the thick carpet of fur spread out all over my body. He looks intrigued, his eyes gleaming with mischief and smirks at me.

"Wait...Wait...Craig, stop," I frantically say.

"What? What's wrong? Did I do something?" the manly beast suddenly becomes soft and caring, his mischievous eyes gets scared.

In a haste, I run to the door, shut it close and lock it. The thing has been open this whole goddamn time.

"OK, I'm good," I say to Craig with an apologetic smile.

He grunts and runs towards me, "Dammit, Cohen." He lifts me up and lets my legs wrap around his back and my arms around his neck. He guides us towards the bed and forcefully throws me onto the mattress. My body bounces upwards and Craig pounces on me, his mouth landing on my nipples. I feel him tenderly biting each one, making them get hard between his teeth. His hands run through the hair on my torso, pulling patches here and there, sending tingles through my body. Gradually, his mouth travels downwards and his fingers fumble with my belt buckle. Oh god. My pants are soon pulled down completely, revealing the prominent bulge in my underwear. Craig gasps and kisses my cock through my boxers. His saliva wetting and softening the fabric, every kiss making my body jolt stronger and stronger. His hands toy with the waistband, pulling it down ever so slightly.

"Suck my cock, Craig. Please, suck it," I hear myself beg.

Craig looks up at me with his lust-filled viridescent eyes. He smirks.

"I can't hear you quite well, Cohen. What did you say?" he gives my cock a tight squeeze, I squirm under his touch.

"Please...suck my cock Craig, suck my cock," I say, panting.

"Louder, Cohen. What do you want me to do?" his voice is stern and husky.

"Suck my cock, Craig, please, suck my cock," I scream.

Craig yanks off my underwear and dives down on my cock, letting it spear his throat. He gags, torrents of saliva slide down my shaft. A high-pitched moan comes out of my mouth. Craig pulls his head up, releasing my cock from his mouth and jerk it off, spreading his saliva all over it. His thumb keeps rubbing my pulsing red cock head, leaving me writhing on the bed. Then Craig returns his mouth to my cock, moisture and heat envelop it entirely. His right hand finds my balls, pulling them, stretching them, playing with them, cosseting them in his fingers while his left hand toys with my nipples. His head jounces up and down my cock, his tongue twirls against its sensitive skin. God, when was the last time I got my cock sucked?

All of a sudden, I feel Craig removes his hand from my nipples and place it under my ass. His index finger caresses my opening. Oh God. Slowly, he pushes his finger in to my hole. Deeper and deeper it goes. A twinge of pain jolts through my body. I can feel the length and roughness of his finger through the inside of my ass. Craig keeps adding suction with his lips, not saying anything, he knows what he's doing to me. A second finger is inserted. Fuck. They oscillate together in my ass, stretching it open wider. They graze through a soft spot inside me and goosebumps surface all over my skin. I moan and moan and moan. Shit. I can't last long if he continues this.

"I want to suck your cock," I say, straining to keep my cum inside me.

Craig releases my cock with a slurp and removes his fingers from my ass. He stares at me while he unzips his jeans, his eyebrows raised upwards as if he is challenging me. In one quick move, he pulls off both his jeans and his underwear, his cock jolted forward, free from the confines of his boxers. Damn that cock is beautiful. Long, fat, veiny, slightly curved downwards, precum glistening on its supercilious head.

"You want this, Cohen?" Craig asks tauntingly, slapping his cock on his palm, coming down with heavy thumps.

I nod, swallowing spit in my mouth.

Craig hops onto the bed and kneels so that his cock is positioned right in front of my face, looming right before my hungry eyes. Slowly, I lift my head, letting his cock sink into my drooling mouth inch by inch. I'm stretching my mouth to its full capacity to accommodate his cock, damn it's big. My teeth are barricaded by my lips, my mouth is being almost deluged with saliva. Craig lets out a deep breath and moan, "Yeah, that's right, Cohen. Nice and slow."

The head of his cock touches my the back of my throat and I gag, Craig eases his cock out and into my mouth again. I want all of him. Another try, I choke. Another try, I cough like crazy. But I want this too bad to give up. I look into his eyes, a sense of determination on my face. Craig nods and one more time he pushes his fat dick down my throat. I keep on breathing, my tongue whisking around his cock. Deeper, deeper, almost there. I almost gag and tense up but Craig caresses my face lovingly, and I relax, letting his cock slide down my throat in a luscious pool of saliva. I can feel his pubes on my nose, oh god, I've done it. I close my lips around the base of his cock, engulfing it whole. Craig howls, "Oooooooohhhhhh fuck, Cohen," basking in the warmth and wetness of my mouth.

I release his cock, watching it gleaming with precum and my saliva. Craig pushes his body down on mine and kisses me rapidly, devouring my lips with voracity. He flips me over and grind his front to my back, placing rough kisses onto the back of neck. I can feel his wet cock at the crevice of my ass, pushing up and down against it. Craig turns my head towards him, my eyes locking with his passionate emerald ones. He whispers in a gruff tone, "I'm gonna fuck you now, Cohen," his hot breath blowing against my skin.

A thought suddenly crosses my mind, "Do you have a condom?"

Craig blinks.

"Do you have any STDs?" he asks.

"No."

"HIV?"

"No." It's not like I can go to a bar and pick up guys for one-night-stands anyway.

"Good, me neither," Craig says with a smile, which quickly turns into a wicked grin, "So I'm gonna fuck you raw, Cohen."

Craig spits onto my crack and smears it over my hole, his rugged fingers making my muscles flex. Craig positions his cock right before my hole and places a hand firmly on my shoulder. The suspense is insufferable. I feel his head moving forward, breaking through the rings of muscle at a snaillike pace. I gasp as the head makes it way inside. Inch after inch of pure meat enter me, my ass muscles contracting in pain as I get fucked for the first time insuch a long time. I grit my teeth, trying my best to endure the stinging feeling in my hole. Ahhhhhhhh. The second the whole of Craig's dick has penetrated me, a whine escapes my mouth. I can hear him panting softly above me. Fuck, why does he have too be so fucking big? My muscles squeeze against his cock as he slowly pulls out.

"Fuck, Cohen, you're so tight," Craig whispers, easing his dick out of me.

And in he goes again. And out. And in. And out. Slow and steady. Taking time to make sure I can get accustomed to his size. I keep my breath regular, moans exit my mouth every time the head of his cock is squished against my prostate.

After a few minutes, I no longer feel pain or discomfort, and Craig, sensing this, starts picking up the pace. And before I know it, he starts pounding me like a jackhammer, eliciting a string of screams and moans from me. Craig braces himself with both hands gripping my shoulders. He growls and groans as his dick pummels my prostate, sending me into a state of euphoria. My torso collapses onto the bed, my eyes shut tight, my moans echo off the mattress. Craig grabs my hips, continuing the lambasting on my ass. Suddenly I can feel Craig's torso pushing against my back, his muscular pecs and washboard abs flexing against my skin, pressing me down onto the mattress. His breath blows on my neck at an ever-increasing pace, his body heat emanating fiercely onto me. With his hips still moving vigorously, he nibbles on my ear, arousing a sensitive part of me that even I have yet to discover. Fuck. Come on James, you can hold that cum.

Craig pulls his dick out of my gaping hole and flips me onto my back. I can see his face now. His viridescent eyes is somehow also red with fire, sweat covers his head and his chest, making him glisten like a gem in the light coming through the window. God, he is beautiful. Craig smiles at me and lick his lips. I can't help but my smile back. He throws my legs on his shoulders and inserts his dick again. I tilt back my head and my eyes shut close, enjoying every second of it.

"Look at me."

Surprised, I look up and find him staring straight at me, as if my body and soul is a piece of glass, frangible, transparent in his viridescent eyes. Craig bites his lip, his hips still rocking against me. He reaches his arm forwards and caresses me face. Every touch of his rough hands on my smooth skin makes my heart flutter.

And just like that, I find myself falling for Craig Henrick.

His pounding is getting more and more erratic. Oh my god. I moan and moan in delirium. One more push and my cock erupts, going ballistic as cum rockets out of my slit. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Creamy, silky cum lands on my face, my chest, my arms, my sheets. My body jerks violently with each spasm. Fuck, how long has it been since I had an orgasm? Or an orgasm as fucking amazing as this one?

Craig still fucks my ass at a sporadic pace, he must be close. Craig pants and howls as his cock pulses in my ass. I can feel every jolts of his muscles as his cum flies out and hits the walls of my ass, flooding me with his seed. When he has stopped and pulled out, I can feel cum leaking out of my hole, creating another sticky hot mess on my sheets.

Craig collapses onto me and I can feel my cum being spread out, gluing our bodies together. Craig plants soft kiss on my lips, tentative, gentle. I hope with every bone in my body that this is not a ephemeral dream that I'm in, and that I won't wake up and find him gone again and my world will come crumbling down like always.

Craig looks at me, and I look at him. This is real.

Out of a nowhere, he chuckles and then breaks into a laugh.

Um, excuse me?

"What?"

Craig waves it off, "Sorry, sorry. It's just... I'm happy... that's all."

I raise my eyebrows at him, "And when you're happy you turn into a laugh track in a sitcom?"

He smiles, fuck, I will never get tired of that smile, "Well, how can I not when we just had a fucking awesome fuck, right, Cohen? Up top," he raises an arm, his palm facing me.

You adorable son of a bitch.

"Seriously?"

"Come on, don't leave your man hanging."

Did I hear that right?

"Oh, so you're officially my man now?"

Craig blushes, "Well, yeah. I guess. I mean if you want to..."

"How can I say no?" I smile, standing up and giving Craig a tight hug.

Craig grins, "Nice. So you gonna let me tap that ass daily?" he grabs my ass and squeezes it.

I glare at him, "Fuck you." I slap his hand away and head towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna go clean up."

"Cool. I'll come with you," his face lights up and he follows me. "Oh wait , I've just done that," he laughs hysterically.

Ha. Funny.

And as I walk with Craig dancing awkwardly and snickering like a kid behind me, I have a funny feeling that things are going to be just fine from now on.

-End-

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A/N: 1. In reality, please practice safe sex

2. If you get the (kinda) giant reference(s) in this story, I love you.

-Transparent_Elegy