Well, this wasn’t how Shane Turner saw his day going. Not by a long shot. As he was leaving the Pride Parade grounds, he found himself suddenly surrounded by thugs chanting horrible words…freak, fudge-packer, pillow biter, waste of air.
Shane tried to ignore the rest of the crap they said. It wasn’t worth listening to.
The blow came out of nowhere and knocked him to the ground. Fear slithered up his spine as he fell from his wheelchair. Thoughts of being beaten to death had him panicking.
Shane yelled, “Fuck off, you stupid assholes,” as he tried to get his wheelchair upright.
Okay, so maybe going back to his car with rainbow flags all over his chair might not have been the brightest idea, but this was Pride. He should have been safe.
The group of three guys began taking turns stomping on his chair and kicking Shane mainly on his legs, but also the rest of his body. All the while they kept saying what an abomination Shane and his “type” were, how gays were disgusting and should be all gotten rid of. He wanted to fight back, but he was too afraid. The goons were all larger than him, but who wasn’t?
Shane barely stood five feet three inches when he was able to stand, but while in the chair, not so much. Shane wasn’t sure if he should be glad or sad that he couldn’t feel his legs, especially when, after one good kick to his leg, it bent at a funny angle. Shane tried to get a good look at the creeps, but every time he went to lower his arms to get a glimpse of them, they tried to kick him in the face.
Shane heard someone yelling, and when he looked up he saw a ginormous man running toward them. Shane closed his eyes, praying the guy was trying to hail a cab and not joining the goons beating him. He wasn’t sure why no one was coming to help him.
“Get away from him,” the big guy yelled. “Leave him alone!”
For a moment, it looked as if the three thugs were going to try to stand up to Shane’s rescuer, but once they got a good look at the tall, dark, muscle-bound man, they ran.
As Shane tried to pull himself bit by bit over the sidewalk to get to his wheelchair, the man stopped him with a gentle hand to his shoulder.
“Please, let me help you.”
The sound of his voice, the concern, was a tone that Shane hadn’t heard from anyone in a long time. Usually it was people asking Shane for something, not offering to help him.
Shane stopped to stare, watching as the big man turned his chair over. He winced as he looked down at Shane. “I’m not sure if I should move you back into your wheelchair. Your leg looks funny.”
“It’s okay,” Shane replied. “I don’t feel it. Who are you?”
The big guy blushed, which, to Shane, was totally adorable. “Sorry, my name is Michael. Michael Franks.”
Shane gazed at Michael, smiling tentatively. “Thank you, Michael. I think you may have saved my life.”
Michael blushed even more, replying, “No problem. Why were they hurting you?”
Shane looked at Michael. “Probably because they know I’m gay, and they’re assholes.”
Michael moved his head to the side, tilting it like a cute puppy. “I don’t understand. You can’t hurt them, so why were they beating you up? I guess it’s like my mom says, ‘people can be cruel.’” Michael frowned. “Well, she says more than that, but that’s the basic meaning.”
Shane reached into his pocket for his phone, but became distracted by Michael’s warm body sitting down on the ground next to him. He couldn’t help staring. The man was massive, but more than that, he was gorgeous.
When Michael looked up, Shane quickly glanced down at his phone. He searched through his contact list until he found the number he was after. “I need to call my driver to come and get me.”
Michael shook his head at Shane. “No, you need to call the police and an ambulance. They need to look for your attackers, and you need to go to the hospital. There is something wrong with your leg, and since you aren’t screaming in pain, I’m going to guess you don’t feel it. If you move it without getting it stable first, then you could do some serious damage to it.”
Eyes wide, Shane just looked at Michael in surprise.
Michael shrugged. “Just because I’m big and look stupid doesn’t mean I am. I might have some issues, but they don’t affect my ability to think.”
It was then that Shane noticed the trembling hands, and he became worried. “Are you okay, Michael? You’re shaking. Were you hurt?”
Michael hung his head, hiding his face. “No, I just have a severe essential tremor, among other things. My hands are always like this. Sometimes they are even worse. Today is a mild day.”
“Hey, we all have different issues. Mine is my chair; you have your hands. They don’t bother me. I was just worried you had been hurt.”
Holding out his hand, Shane told him, “Come here, I need to touch you. I love your body, and I find all the hair a massive turn-on.”
Michael raised an eyebrow at Shane. “Are you sure?” he asked, as he crawled onto the bed beside Shane. “Mom offered to take me to get some of the hair removed with laser treatment, and I will if you want me to.”
Michael was praying Shane wouldn’t ask him to do that. The idea of getting it done scared the bejesus out of him.
“No,” Shane said as he ran his hands over the hair on Michael’s chest. “I’m loving it.”
“We need to discuss condoms, hun.” Michael looked at Shane seriously. “I know that neither of us have ever been with anyone, but I would like us to have another test in three months. Providing we are both clean, and I’m assuming we will be, we can get rid of them then. I refused to put either of us at risk. Is this acceptable to you?”
“Oh god, yes.” Shane sighed.
Michael leaned down to kiss Shane. He found that he was becoming hooked on the taste of this man. It was all Shane, with a touch of mint. He pushed his tongue into Shane’s willing mouth and rubbed all over the interior, memorizing the feeling and flavor.
As their tongues caressed each other, their hands were busy, too. When he found Shane’s nipples, he found out how sensitive they were. The small brown disks were hard, and these were something else that Michael knew he needed to taste. He slowed the kiss down, swallowing the cries that Shane made.
“Shh, hun,” he crooned to Shane. “I’m not leaving you. I really need to play with those pretty nips of yours.”
Shane was whimpering and squirming around as much as he could, trying to get closer to Michael.
As he slowly moved his mouth down over Shane’s chin, he found out that his Adam’s apple was another hot spot for the man. Michael spent a couple minutes licking and sucking on that. He then moved down a bit more and started to nibble on Shane’s collarbone.
The sounds that Shane made were better than any porn and had Michael close to climax. Knowing he needed to hurry this along, or it would be over before it started, Michael went directly for Shane’s left nipple, immediately sucking on it hard. When Shane let out a small scream, that had Michael pulling back, worried he’d hurt him.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus, more, please dear god, more,” Shane kept babbling, begging for more.
Michael grinned and got back to the joy of Shane. He was looking forward to the years he would get to spend with this man, mapping every hot spot on his body. His own personal playground.
While Michael continued to lave the attention on Shane’s chest, he was surprised when his hair was suddenly yanked.
Shane was passing him the lube and condom. “Get me ready and fuck me, now!” he practically growled at Michael.
Michael sat up and grabbed the condom. His fingers trembled as he ripped open the package and gingerly—but quickly—rolled it down his cock. He was too close as it was.
Looking down at Shane’s body, he zeroed in on the proud dick waiting for him to feast on it. Pulling his eyes up to Shane, he said, “Later, I’m going to suck your cock until you come down my throat.”
Hearing Shane whimper was music to Michael’s ears.
He opened the cap to the lube and then poured out a good amount on his fingers. He wasn’t a small man and had no intention of hurting Shane. He never wanted to cause his love a moment of pain.
Michael paused. My love?
Yes, yes, he was.
With a huge grin, Michael moved down between Shane’s legs. He grabbed a pillow to put under Shane’s ass and draped Shane’s legs over his thighs, taking extra care with his broken leg. Getting a good dollop of lube on his fingers, he slowly rubbed them over the pink star he wanted in.
“Michael!” Shane cried out. “Oh god, I can feel what you are doing. More, put it in me. I need to feel you.”
Listening to Shane beg was ramping up Michael’s desire, but he knew he had to go slow. Since Shane had never had a lover before, he had to make sure he was properly stretched, and he refused to cause him any further pain, only pleasure.
Reaching his other hand out, he took Shane’s cock in hand and slowly started to jack him off. While doing this he gently began to work a finger into Shane. When he finally felt the muscles of Shane’s ass loosen, he added a second finger.
By the time he was able to move four fingers in and out of Shane’s ass, his own muscles were shaking with tension from holding back. He needed to be in Shane more than breathing. Making love was his only imperative.
When he released Shane’s dick and took out his fingers, Shane glared at him. “Fuck me. Now!”
“No,” Michael replied. “I’m going to make love to you. I love you, Shane.” As Michael lined his prick up with Shane’s ass, he looked up to stare into the man’s twinkling eyes. “I love you and will for the rest of our lives. You are it for me.”
“I love you, too.” As tears gathered in Shane’s eyes, he ordered Michael, “Now, make love to me.”
Michael slowly pushed himself into Shane’s welcoming body. The heat surrounding him was indescribable. Every time he had to pull back, all he could do was push back in as soon as possible. This was a haven that he never wanted to leave. He leaned forward to rest his upper body on his arms and brought their mouths together again.
As they breathed into each other, it felt as if their souls were bonding. Michael was grateful that he waited for this man. Shane was everything to him, his best friend, his lover, and his soul mate.
The give and take of their bodies as they moved soon had Michael feel the tightening of his balls, letting him know that the end was close, and he needed to make sure that Shane found his pleasure first. He reached between their bodies to grab Shane’s cock and ran his hand up and down, matching the pace of their lovemaking.
Michael bent to whisper in his ear, “Come for me, my love.”