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anything, Blondie. In fact, if you’ve done anything, you’ve given me
something I’ve been looking for my whole life.”
“But you don’t want to ride again. You’d just be doing it to—”
“To be with you? Hell, Blondie, what choice do we have? We
can’t stay here much longer. We’re like sitting ducks in this
apartment. We need to get out.”
“But you’re still weak—”
“Hey, I’m not all that weak. I’ve been stuck in that bed for more
than a month, and you know what the doctor said the last time I went
to see him. He said I’m doin’ fine, and that I need exercise now more
than anything. And since I can’t leave the apartment, I can’t think of a
better way of getting it than making plans for the two of us. Besides,
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the precinct knows what we’re up against, and they’re behind us.
They’re cruising the neighborhood night and day. We’ll give this
some serious thought, and see what we can come up with, but I don’t
want to hear you say that you ruined my life again.”
“I love you,” Blondie said, his blue eyes looking soulfully into
Johnny’s.
“That’s something else we’ll have to talk about.”
“There would only be one reason we have to talk, and that is if
you feel differently.”
“Blondie, it’s not that. I just want you to be sure. Don’t call
gratitude, friendship, or even hero worship, love.”
“Well, it’s plain that you don’t feel the same.”
“How the hell would I know? It hasn’t been that long since I
brought you home, you tried to kill me—”
“But I didn’t, and we made love.”
“And the next thing I know I’m in the hospital with a bullet in my
back. Hell, I’m lucky it hit me where it did, or I’d be dead.” Johnny
cut his gaze over at Blondie, giving him a sidelong look. “You know,
there’s one more thing you could be feeling, and that’s guilt.”
“Hell, Johnny, I probably do, but I also feel love.”
“But how do you know?”
“I just know. How does a blind man know when the sun is
shining? Because he can feel heat from it!”
“There are other ways to feel heat. Maybe he’s in a burning
building, a burning car, a house, who the hell knows?”
“Johnny, quit denying it.”
It was true, he was denying it. Love hadn’t been a part of his life
since his parents had died. The day that happened, the world had
instantly turned black and ugly, and was as cold as a dead man’s cock.
That was why he fit so well on these streets. He didn’t really care
what happened to him. He didn’t expect anything from these people,
and that was exactly what he got. Sure, there was one that would
come along every now and again that was worth saving, and he lived
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for those times. He’d known from the beginning that Blondie was
one. That was why he invited him into his own world, as cluttered as
it was.
But what he didn’t expect was to fall in love.
He looked over at Blondie. “Yeah,” he said, “I guess I am denying
it. This is new to me. You’ll have to give me time to adjust to the
situation.”
“Here,” Blondie said as he led him to the couch. “You’d better sit
down.”
As the two of them sat there watching TV, they slowly drifted
together until they were cuddling. After about ten minutes, Johnny,
dressed in his shorts and a sweatshirt, felt Blondie’s warm breath on
his ear and a firm hand creeping into his shorts until it got to his cock.
“Want me to give you a hand fuck?” he whispered.
“You’re determined to kill me, aren’t you?”
By that time Blondie was beside him rubbing his cock hard, his
hand surrounding his cock, and giving him a hand fuck that had
Johnny breathing hard, and moving and writhing like a snake. “Tell
me if you feel any pain. We don’t want to hurt you.”
“Blondie…oh, God,” Johnny whispered as his hips moved
frantically, pushing his cock against Blondie’s palm.
“Want me to eat it?” Blondie whispered.
“F–Fuck me, Blondie. Fuck me good.”
Blondie gave no argument as he mounted him, rubbing their cocks
together at first, and then a few minutes later he heard Johnny
moaning.
“Oh–h–h, God,” Johnny moaned as his cock became harder and
harder, and fuller and fuller of the sweet cream he knew would come
blasting out at any second.
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Suddenly Blondie’s hips became frenzied, moving against Johnny
hard and fast, their cocks mingling, and loving as they rubbed and
pushed, the sensations rising up higher and higher. He couldn’t stop.
He couldn’t slow down. He looked down at Johnny and saw pure bliss
on his face as their two bodies bucked against each other. And then
Johnny opened his legs. He wanted to be fucked, so Blondie got
between his legs, and as he knelt on his knees, he opened Johnny up
and worked on him a moment, and then pushed himself in. He almost
shouted at Johnny’s tight ass. With one hand working on Johnny’s
cock, and his own cock pushing and pulling in and out of him, their
low moans seemed to sound in synch with each thrust, each pressure
on Johnny’s cock, until they were at the height of their desire. Blondie
knew that only one more plunge would make them come, and when it
finally happened they went over the edge where it grabbed them like a
mad whipcrack, shuddering them until all their strength was gone.
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