Mike&Joe 7 Struggling to Recover

This story is a complete work of fiction. Any similarity to people living or dead is a coincidence. All characters are 18 years old or older. Any character involved in any sexual activity is 18 or older at the time of said activity.

"Arrggh fuuuckkk!" I grunted, my face distorted in pain. I was bent over a stack of hay bales as Joe pounded me from behind like a man possessed.

It had been three weeks since my brutal assault at the hands of the school bully. There had been no sex since it had happened. In part it was because I hurt too much. The beating had done fairly significant damage to my face. It was hard enough to eat and drink much less to try to partake in any kind of intercourse. I also just hadn't been in the mood. The combination of the stress of dealing with the cops, coming out to our parents, and dealing with the whispers and looks when I returned to school had put me in a bit of depression. It took all I had to get out of bed and deal with life. Joe had been so supportive through it all. He checked on me constantly. Phone calls, texts, and visits. He did everything in his power to help me out of my funk. I truly loved him for it. Unfortunately, I was just going to have to work through this on my own. He had also been incredibly patient. I knew he had needs. I knew the lack of sex was driving him nuts. But he never mentioned it. He never pushed me or tried to coax me into anything. He was giving me all the time and space I needed. Nevertheless, I saw the need in his eyes no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

So now, here we were. Joe had come over to check on me. Mom and Dad were visiting friends, so I had the place to myself. I was finally feeling good enough to do my chores and I was going stir crazy sitting in the house. I was in the barn cleaning the feed room when Joe showed up. It was hot out and I was only wearing a pair of gym shorts having shed my shirt. I saw the lust in Joe's eyes the minute he saw my half-dressed, sweaty body. He tried to play cool, but I knew he was desperate. He had been so patient and caring the last few weeks. I couldn't deny him anymore. I dropped to my knees and undid his pants releasing his needy, swollen cock. The plan had been just to suck him off and give him some release. Unfortunately, after only a minute or two the pain in my jaw became unbearable. I couldn't leave him hanging, so I made the decision to let him fuck me. I knew the consequences. We had no lube. But I just couldn't leave him unsatisfied. I did my best to get him soaked with my saliva before standing up.

"Fuck me." I said before bending over the hay and pulling down my shorts.

"Are you sure?" he asked. I didn't answer, just nodded.

I felt Joe's cock press against my hole. I braced myself and tried to relax. I knew what was coming. We hadn't fucked in weeks, and saliva was not a sufficient replacement for lube. I felt the resistance before my hole finally opened and took the head of Joe's prick.

"Uggh, oh shit!" I gasped.

"Babe?" Joe's voice was concerned."

"I'm good." I lied "Keep going."

I felt Joe push sinking the rest of his swollen shaft inside me. It wasn't as bad as the first time he tried to fuck me without lube, but it still wasn't exactly pleasurable. I struggled to take him. The friction was almost unbearable. I felt him bottom out in me. He waited, giving me time to adjust. Unfortunately, there wouldn't be much adjustment to this. I didn't care. All I cared about was that my lover felt good.

"Mmmm, do you like it Daddy, did you miss my hole?"

"Mmm oh yea Babe. You feel so good." Joe said, his voice filled with lust.

"Good. Fuck me. Use your boy's hole." I said.

I felt Joe begin to work in and out of me. I tried to enjoy it, but it was painful. Under normal circumstances I probably would have liked that. I had discovered that I kind of enjoyed a little bit of pain when Joe fucked me. It made me feel like I was truly being owned by him. But I wasn't into it today. This was purely a case of me giving Joe a much-needed chance to get off.

Joe grabbed my hips as his tempo increased. My ass was on fire. The only upside was that, I hoped, it had been so long since Joe had fucked me that it wouldn't last long.

"Mmmm, fuck yea Babe. Fuck that pussy is so good. Take that cock." Joe was pounding my ass causing me to grunt and groan with each thrust.

"Fuck Daddy, cum for me. Please cum!" It was less dirty talk and more of a plea for him to hurry and finish.

It felt like he fucked me forever. I started to feel a little guilty for wanting it to end, but I couldn't help it. Finally, I heard the words I had been waiting for.

"Oh, fuck Babe, I'm so fucking close. I'm gonna cum!"

I had enough presence of mind to know that I didn't want Joe's cum running down my legs the rest of the day as I worked in the barn. I reached back and pushed him out of me. I spun around and hit my knees. I managed to take the head of Joe's swollen cock in my mouth just as he lost his load. He tried to push further into my mouth, but I held his hips back. There was no way my jaw would tolerate the kind of face fucking I usually received when he came. I managed to swallow Joe's full load. When he was done, I stood and pulled my shorts up.

"Holy shit I needed that." Joe panted. "Thanks Babe."

"You're welcome." I replied with no real emotion. I turned to return to my work like nothing had happened.

"Babe?" Joe said as he buttoned his pants.

I turned and saw the concerned look in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking.

"I'm fine Sweetie." I said, forcing a smile.

"Bullshit." he said, a stern look in his eyes.

"Really Baby. I am. I promise." I said before giving him a peck on the lips.

"Did you even enjoy it?" he asked.

"You did, and that's all that matters." I answered.

"No, it's not. You're not some fuck toy for me to use to get off." he admonished.

"Awww, but what if I want to be?" I said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Not funny." He shot back

"Listen Baby, I'm fine, I promise. Making you feel good makes me feel good."

I could tell by the look in his eyes that my answer wasn't sufficient, but he let it go.

"I'm worried about you Babe." Joe said.

"I'll be fine." I answered, not really believing the answer myself.

Life had sucked the last few weeks. The whole assault and dealing with the cops had been bad enough. I had pretty much lived in constant pain from the beating I had taken. I couldn't eat, it was hard to get comfortable enough to sleep, and the fact that my face resembled that of Quasimodo had drawn stares from everyone anytime I went anywhere. I felt like a side show attraction.

Added to that was the whole coming out to my parents thing. To be fair, they were very supportive and understanding when I had. That didn't change the fact that there was an awkwardness in the house. While I knew my parents still loved me, I also knew that they were now having to learn how to deal with having a gay son. Afterall, I'm sure this isn't the way they envisioned my life going. I had overheard whispered conversations between my parents about how the rest of the family would take it and the fact that they were concerned with my safety. I had to admit; the last one had been on my mind quite a bit as well.

And then there was school. My parents had kept me home for a week to recover. I had hoped, in vain, it turned out, that it would give the school rumor mill time to settle down. It didn't. From the minute I returned I felt as though every eye was on me. People stared at my face openly. There were whispers that included words like "fag" and "freak". Some people tried to hide it. Others were openly blatant with their insults. There had been countless meetings with principals and counselors and teachers. All of them attempting words of support. They all claimed to understand how difficult this was. They didn't. How could they. The simple fact that they kept bringing it up was like rubbing salt in a wound. I just wanted it all to go away. Through it all, I still attempted to stay closeted at school. In the back of my mind, I knew it was pointless, but somehow I feared that if I came out and confirmed my sexuality it would only make things worse.

Joe had been my one steady support. He had done everything in his power to try and help me through it all. I could tell that he was truly worried about me. I appreciated the effort. Unfortunately, there really wasn't much he could do.

"You're not fine Babe." Joe said to me as we stood in the feed room of the barn. "You have to snap out of this. Things will get better."

"Ya, sure they will." I scoffed under my breath.

I looked up and saw the look on Joe's face. It was one of genuine worry. It struck me how out of place the look was on him. Joe was normally such an upbeat, happy person. I could tell this whole situation was taking a toll on him as well.

"Listen," I said, taking a deep breath. "I'll get past this. Things are just really shitty right now. I know you're worried and I love you for that. I promise, I will try harder." I said, forcing a smile.

"What can I do?" he asked.

"Exactly what you have been. Just be there. You have no idea how much that helps. Other than that, there's not really much you can do."

Joe looked at me for a minute then grinned. "I can think of one thing that might help.

Before I could ask what, Joe was on his knees. He grabbed the waist of my shorts and underwear and pulled them down.

"Babe, no, I'm sweaty and not really in the mood." I protested. Joe ignored me and took my limp cock into his mouth.

"Ohhh, fuuckkk." I moaned. It had been weeks since I had even masturbated. It took only seconds for my neglected cock to react. Joe removed his mouth from my now hard shaft.

"Looks like you're in the mood to me." He said with a smirk.

"Shut up and suck." I said with possibly the first grin I had since the attack.

Joe once again engulfed my cock with his warm, wet mouth. He bobbed a few times before taking my full length. He held me in his throat for a second working his throat muscles around my head.

"Holy shit!" I sighed. I grabbed the back of Joe's head and tried to force myself even further into him. Joe gaged and I withdrew to the tip of my cock, gave it a second, then slammed it back to the hilt. All my forgotten sexual needs seemed to manifest itself in this moment. I held Joe's head tightly with my cock buried in his throat.

"Oh, fuck yea baby, that throat feels so fucking good."

I again held myself deep inside him before pulling back. I began fucking Joe's mouth. Not slow. Not gentle. Full on face fucking. I hadn't realized how badly I needed to cum, but I certainly knew it now. With each thrust I pulled Joe's head into me. I could hear him gag slightly each time I hit the back of his throat. The sound of it was turning me on even more.

"Yea baby, that's it. Gag on that fucking cock. That's right, fucking take it."

I was astonished by the words coming out of my mouth. Usually, I was the submissive one. Usually, it was Joe abusing my throat and that's how I liked it. But I needed this, I needed it bad. It was like I was taking everything I had dealt with the last few weeks out on Joe's mouth. I was absolutely merciless. Joe gagged and coughed and grunted as he tried to endure the assault he was taking. I didn't care. I needed to cum, and it wasn't going to take long. After only a few minutes I felt my balls tighten.

"Oh fuck, I'm so fucking close. I gonna cum down that fucking throat."

After only a few more strokes I felt the tidal wave of semen erupt. Once again, I buried myself in Joe's throat, holding his head tightly in place as I pumped my load into him. Joe's eyes were wide. He struggled to keep up with the torrent filling him. Cum escaped from his mouth and ran down my balls. I didn't think my orgasm would ever end.

I collapsed on the hay bales behind me as my orgasm finally subsided. Joe slumped forward with his head in my lap as he panted frantically trying to regain the breath I had deprived him of.

"Holy shit Babe." He finally managed to choke out.

"Sorry." I said sheepishly as he looked up at me.

He stood and wrapped me in a hug.

"Did it feel good?" he asked.

"Oh fuck yea!" I replied.

"Then you have nothing to be sorry for." Joe said. " I guess I know what it's like being you when you blow me now. I may have to dial it back a notch from now on." he added

"Don't you fucking dare!" I said, pulling back and looking him in the eyes. "I'd think you didn't love me anymore." I said laughing.

"No chance of that." he replied smiling.

I stood, pulling my shorts up. "Mom and Dad will be home soon. I need to finish cleaning in here."

"I'll give you a hand." Joe said.

We spent the rest of the afternoon working and chatting. I knew an amazing blowjob wasn't going to fix all my issues. There was still a lot I had to deal with. But it was a damn good start.