YOU'RE THE TOP

Page Three





They both headed into the bedroom, Trent catching hold of Carlos's hand and squeezing it. He was excited Carlos wanted to try this. He was also a bit concerned Carlos wouldn't like it. As much as Trent really did like being on the receiving end of their two sided acts of love, he did like to be on the giving side too. He wanted to make this good for Carlos.

Carlos smiled at Trent, when he squeezed his hand, and squeezed back. He was really ready for this, really ready to try it at least.

They stopped by the bed and looked at each other. Since their clothes were still strewn across the livingroom from earlier, there was no need to undress. There was also no mistaking Carlos's as well as Trent's excitement at what they were about to do.

Trent indicated the bed, and Carlos climbed on and lay down on his back. Trent got on all fours and crawled over to him and over the top of him so he was straddling him on hands and knees, never losing eye contact. He then began to kiss Carlos, kiss him aggressively. Carlos responded immediately, in both his kiss and his loins. Trent felt Carlos's shaft hardening against his own as they continued to kiss.

Trent slowly lowered himself until he was lying on top of Carlos, still kissing him, as his hands now started to fondle Carlos's body. When he found a nipple and gently pinched it, Carlos moaned into his mouth.

Finally breaking the kiss, Trent moved down Carlos's body, kissing, licking, nibbling and biting gently, paying extra attention to Carlos's nipples. Carlos had his eyes closed and was moaning and wiggling under his touches, totally enjoying himself. Trent was pleased.

When Trent felt Carlos was ready, he moved off him a bit to grab the KY from the nightstand. He encouraged Carlos to move his legs as Trent got in-between them so he could prepare them to join.

Trent first put the KY on his own very hard penis as Carlos watched him, his eyes burning with desire. Once finished, Trent put some more of the lubricant on his fingers before tossing the tube aside. He looked up at Carlos who was looking back at him. He smiled a reassuring smile at his lover as he moved to prepare Carlos.

Trent started with one finger, meeting some resistance, but Carlos soon relaxed and welcomed Trent's finger inside him. Adding a second finger, Trent moved his fingers around to spread the lubricant as well as stretch Carlos's opening. But he was also looking for that sweet spot inside Carlos, the one sure to make him like this. He found it.

"Oh, my GOD!" Carlos moaned loudly and passionately, "What was that?"

"It's called a prostate, Carlos," Trent said, smiling inwardly.

"I know, but I didn't know it felt so good to..." Carlos let out another moan of pure pleasure as Trent again brushed his fingers against Carlos's prostate, wanting to be sure of just the right spot to touch.

A little more stretching and Trent thought Carlos was ready. "You ready for this?" he asked, just to be sure.

"Yeah, you better do it soon or I may come from your fingers inside me alone," Carlos said between pants and moans.

Trent helped Carlos to move his legs some more, and he got into position to enter him. His search for just the right spot inside Carlos had been on purpose. While entering Carlos, Trent aimed right at that spot. Carlos let out howl of pleasure along with Trent's name and something in Spanish.

Once Trent was all the way in, he asked, "Are you OK?"

"Yes, I'm OK, damn it! Fuck me!" Carlos all but yelled at him. At least it was in English so he understood the request. Trent was only too happy to comply.

Trent started to move slowly within Carlos's body, being mindful to hit that sweet spot as often as possible. But slow was not working. Carlos was out of control, moving to meet Trent's thrusts, urging him on, mumbling in Spanish and moaning loudly.

It didn't take long for Trent to be on that edge ready to fall, but Carlos was too. Trent took a hold of Carlos's shaft to stroke him, but it was probably not necessary. Carlos erupted in his hand almost as soon as he touched him, yelling his name and other words of pleasure, this sending Trent over the edge too.

Once recovered enough from his orgasm to move, Trent removed himself gently from Carlos then grabbed their clean up cloth, using it on both of them. He then lay down on the bed on his back and pulled Carlos to him, hugging him with both arms. Carlos lay with his head on Trent's chest, his arm around his waist, still breathing a bit fast.

After Carlos was more or less breathing normally again, Trent asked, "Well, did you like that?"

Carlos turned his head and looked up at Trent with an expression on his face that looked like Trent had just asked the stupidest question in the universe. "Did I like that? Did I *like* that? Are you kidding?" Carlos asked.

"Just wanted to be sure," Trent said, grinning at the look on Carlos's face. "You might like to try it again some time then, I take it?" he asked.

"You better believe it," Carlos said, amazed at how much he had enjoyed that, almost sorry that he had been missing out on it all these years. It was new and it was very good. Very.

"Good," Trent said, reaching down to kiss Carlos on the mouth, "Me too."

"But I still like it the other way around too," Carlos added, not wanting to give the wrong impression.

"Me too," Trent said again.

After they had laid there a while in a comfortable afterglow silence, Trent said, "Carlos?"

"Yes?" Carlos drawled, not lifting his head from Trent's chest.

"Can I ask you something?" Trent said, looking down at Carlos, not quite sure if he should be asking this question or not but needing to know the answer.

"Of course you can," Carlos said, looking up at Trent, "You know that."

"When did you first realize you loved me? Romantically I mean," Trent asked.

"When we spent the day up at Lost Lake a few months back," Carlos answered.

Trent remembered the day well. "Well, why then and not before? What happened that day that made you realize it, see it, feel it?" he asked.

"You know about my therapist, Diane. She and I had been talking at that time about my lack of long term relationships and that I really wanted one, just couldn't seem to find one for some reason," Carlos said, "One of the things she had me do was to write down a list of all the things I was looking for in a potential long term mate as well as what I didn't want." Trent was looking at him, listening to him intently. Carlos stopped for a moment to brush the hair from Trent's face.

"While we were at the lake fishing and talking and then swimming and splashing around in the lake when the fish were less than cooperative, I realized the list I had made up fit you perfectly. There was nothing on either side of the list, pro or con, that didn't fit you," Carlos continued, "All the things I wanted, you were. All the things I didn't, you weren't."

"Really?" Trent said, not quite sure what else to say.

"Yes, really," Carlos chuckled, "And when I told this to Diane, she wanted to know why I didn't approach you about it. I told her I was straight and so were you. She said 'Are you sure you can't get past gender for true love?' That's what got me thinking about it. That's what got us discussing it. She pointed out I might even be comparing the women I was dating to you unconsciously. That's what made me realize *I* could get past the gender thing, but I wasn't sure about you. I only knew I had to tell you. With Diane's help and encouragement, I just knew I had to let you know, no matter what happened. Besides, Diane is always right. Always."

Carlos stopped talking then and looked at Trent. A brilliant smile lit Trent's face. "I'm glad," was all Trent was able to say as he tightened his hug around Carlos, "I'm glad you told me."

"Me too," Carlos said, his words catching as he too tightened his hug, "Me too, my love."


*****The End*****



All of my stories have titles that are also titles of songs from musicals. This one is from "Anything Goes!"
Words and Music by Cole Porter


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