Hot Gay Erotica, page 16
“You ever going to come to some kind of point?” I ask. “You hire strippers instead?” I’m starting to hope, and the feeling is making me queasy inside. It’s not like I ever think about the guys in a, you know, sexual way. But if they’re going to stand around naked and talk about me having sex with other guys, well, I’m starting to shift my perspective. Brick has this soft blond hair that I can now see is a fine down over his entire body, with a thick piece of meat hanging in the middle of a nest of it. He looks like every girl’s surfer-boy fantasy.
Springer’s cock is definitely growing, and now he drops a hand down to stroke it absently, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Coy fucker. “No, Ferret. No strippers. Just us. Like we said, a deal’s a deal. We’re the ones with the motivation to keep quiet about it. You’re the one who clearly needs a little more bonding with the guys.”
Brick has moved around, and is standing behind me. He leans down to talk right into my ear, low and mean, and I jump. “We were going to draw straws for who had to do it with you. But the boss overruled us, saying that’d give two guys a hold over the other two. So instead, we drew straws for who has to take it up the ass.”
I feel a wave of heat travel from my cock up to my face in one long flush. Holy shit. Were they fucking serious?
“Are you fucking serious? Don’t jerk me around, you sorry bastards.”
Blue says, “We’re not jerking you around. We’re all going to have sex with you. Once you tell us which one of us you hope got the short straw.”
I’m lightheaded, and so I say the first thing that pops into my mind. “Turn around and let me see what you got, and then I’ll make up my mind.”
Laughing, the three of them line up in front of the bed, wagging their asses at me. “Brick, definitely. That blond surfer-boy fuzz. That’s what I’d like to be slamming home inside of.”
“Fucking pervert,” says Brick.
“Too bad,” says Springer. “You got me instead.”
“Shit, man, how the fuck am I supposed to get anything wedged inside that rock you call a butt?”
“I don’t know, but you better figure it out. This ain’t gonna happen again,” says Springer.
I’m starting to shiver again. “Am I going to have to enjoy this experience sopping wet and hog-tied?”
“Nah. We’ll rescue you.” Blue laughs, whipping out his steel eight inches. Springer pulls his legs back out of the way. Blue slides the knife under the flex cuff around my ankles, freeing them with a slight twist. He cuts the laces on my boots and strips them off me, straightening out my legs in the process. Thank fucking God. Then he slides the point of the knife under the cuff of my pants, and rides it all the way up my thighs. The wet fabric falls apart like your sister’s legs. It only takes him a few seconds to rid me of all my clothing, until I’m wearing nothing but wrist cuffs and dog tags.
“Want to release the wrists, guys? These things fucking suck, you know.”
Springer reaches a hand down to grab my hair. He pulls hard, and I scramble to get my legs under me. In one smooth motion, he gets me up from the floor onto my knees, and shoves my face into his crotch.
Oh, fuck.
Goddamn.
Halle-fucking-lujah Jesus.
I don’t hesitate. I just open wide and suck him into my mouth. Oh, shit, he feels good. It’s unbelievably soft, as soft as pussy even. It tastes like, oh, I don’t know. Like a man. Like good clean man, the same smell that gets so intense in cramped quarters when we haven’t bathed for a week, but fresh and good. It’s like sex, only a side of sex I never thought I’d get to taste.
Then I stop thinking, as he’s getting bigger in my mouth. Working my tongue around him, I quickly fall into a rhythm I hope he likes. I’m trying to do what chicks have done to me, when it’s been good. God, it’s getting huge. I can’t fit all of him in my mouth anymore, and I’m starting to feel like one of those ineffectual bitches who piss me off when they’re giving me head, dancing around on the tip of it.
Apparently Springer feels the same way about this technique. He clamps his hand on the back of my head and slams me forward until he’s lodged in my throat. It’s a frightening feeling, choking on cock, but I think to try swallowing, and the pressure eases. “Yeah, that’s it, you little faggot bastard. Swallow.”
Brick and Blue think this is hysterical. I start to wonder if I’m ever going to breathe again. But oh, the feeling of having my face pressed against the scratchy hair of his belly, of knowing there’s nuts under my chin and a stubbly-faced man above.
Springer relaxes his hold on my head, and I pull back. He growls, but stops when I slam back down. I’m trying to show him I’m not working to get away; I don’t care if I breathe. I’m just trying to make it good, to fuck him with my throat, to swallow him over and over as if I’ll never eat food again.
His hand is riding on the back of my head, then dropping down to grab hold of the back of my neck. He clamps on, gripping me, and starts shoving me a little faster. I get the point and speed up, but he doesn’t stop pushing. It’s violent, nasty, this hard push every time I suck all of him inside my bruised throat.
I’m hard as marble.
Springer grunts, and his hips move in time. Soon, it’s going to be soon. I speed up still more, working as hard as I can between the pushing hips and the gripping hand. Then he bellows and holds me against him. I can’t breathe, and his spunk is shooting into me in thick globs I can feel hitting the walls of my throat. I suck harder, wrapping my tongue around him, and swallow it all down.
“Me next,” says Brick, and I feel myself come. Just like that, hearing that deep, mean voice tell me what’s coming, and I’m shooting all over the bedspread and the floor.
“Hey boys, I think he likes me,” says Brick.
“Nah, that’s ’cause he had such a good time sucking down this wand of luuuv,” says Springer.
Springer releases me, and I pull back just enough to breathe. I hold him in my mouth, gently, careful not to be annoying in the after-come sensitive zone. Springer hits me in the forehead, knocking me off him. “Fucking faggot,” he says, with a smile on his face. Then he flops back down on the bed and pretends to snore.
Brick snaps his fingers, and I shuffle over to him on my knees. He’s standing three feet away, and could easily have walked over to me, but he makes me get the rug burn instead. He’s already hard. I look up at him, smirking, and say, “I guess Springer isn’t the only one who enjoyed that, eh Brick?”
He backhands me, grabs my hair, and shoves me onto his cock. Oh man, a guy could get used to this. Just when I’m establishing a good pace, getting the hang of swallowing this thicker piece of meat, Brick pushes me off him. Blue slides a knife through my wrist cuffs, and picks me up to throw me on the empty bed. Brick lies down on one side of the bed, and I kneel over him, on all fours, getting right back to work.
I feel a warmth hitting my asshole. It’s smooth, and thick. I can see just enough behind me while staying on Brick’s cock to tell it’s Blue back there, but I can’t see what he’s doing. Whatever it is, he’s working something inside me with his fingers, I’m pretty sure.
Then I feel another kind of pressure, a thicker pressure, and a thrill runs through me, like a shaft of electricity through my dick. It turns me on so much my nuts are pulling up against my dick already, and I just came minutes before. Blue is pushing his cock up my ass, shoving himself inside me while I suck on Brick.
It hurts, and I try to relax. Relaxing is key, right? For a minute it feels like he’s going to shove my asshole right up inside me, and then I give way. It opens up like it’s always known how, and Blue slides home.
There’s a burning, and an intense feeling that I need to take a shit, and I’m so overwhelmed I can hardly keep from biting Brick’s dick off in my distraction. I’m full where I’ve never been full. I can feel Blue’s nuts, fuzzy against my ass. I feel myself wriggling my hips in my delight, not quite pushing back onto him, but twisting around a bit.
Then he begins to slide back out. At first I panic, thinking he’s going to stop. Then he clamps his hands on my hips, and I realize he’s going to start fucking me now. Oh, shit. Am I ready? It still burns, still feels hugely opened where nothing has ever been opened before.
Ready or not, he starts coming back in. He goes slowly at first, like a buddy would, and then speeds up. Pretty soon I’m working on and off Brick in time to the slamming I’m taking behind. Blue’s thrusts drive me further against Brick’s belly, grinding my nose into his pubic hair. Whatever he shoved up my ass is amazing. It’s staying slick and smooth, no matter how long he pounds away at me. Sometimes he gives a little twist when he’s all the way home, and I swear I can feel every fucking pubic hair as it slides across the sensitive skin of my asshole.
Springer joins us on the bed, lounging across the bottom of it, watching us. He’s stroking his cock again, and it’s already half-hard. Hoo-yah. From what I can see out of my peripheral vision, he’s studying my face.
“Boys, I think this asshole’s going to shoot another load,” says Springer. “Can’t have that, can we?”
“Sir, no, sir!” barks Blue, giving extra emphasis to his thrust.
I pull my head off of Brick’s cock enough to say, “Why the fuck not?” and then Brick shoves me back down onto him, keeping his hand on my head now.
“Well, your asshole will tighten up, for one thing. And we all have plans for it. But you’d get fucked either way, enjoying it or not. Really, it’s because I feel like being a mean son of a bitch, and you can’t stop me.”
I can’t? Watch me come, you sadistic motherfucker.
Springer must have read this sentiment in my expression, what of it he can see around my distended cheeks. He reaches out and snaps my dick with a rubber band. Hard.
Fuck-ow. God-fucking-damnit. I feel my hard-on drop two inches in dismay. That fucking hurt.
It’s made all the other sensations more clear, though. I can feel every ridge of Blue’s tremendous cock up inside my asshole. I can feel Brick getting close to coming, hear the slight changes in his breathing. It makes me hungry, makes me want to get him off, so I can suck that pleasure out of him.
I speed up and turn myself into a regular fucking Hoover, giving it everything I have. Brick thrusts home in my throat, slamming so hard I wonder if he’s going to come out the other side. He starts shooting, and I know my dick has recovered from Springer’s blow.
So of course he does it again. Fucker.
Instead of swallowing right away, I let some of Brick’s splooge run back out of my mouth. It makes a puddle in the hair at the base of his dick, and I suck it out, licking it up. I have to chase a little down onto his balls, and he seems to like this. I do too. I spend a little while there, sucking first one and then the other inside my mouth to roll them around, finally figuring out I can fit them both inside if I’m careful, all while Blue’s pulverizing my anal cavity in the most amazing way. I thought I’d learned to like pain in Basic. This was awesome.
I could feel my dick twitching at the thought, and then there it was, that fucking rubber band again. I turned my head to look at Springer. “Hey, you lousy rotten fuckhole. You going to keep doing that all night?”
Just then Blue hollers out, pushing me forward so hard I’m flattened onto the bed and pushing Brick onto the floor. I can feel the pulses of his come hitting inside me, and his dick is twitching like a dying fish. In a good way, you know? My head is still turned toward Springer, and he grins slowly and rolls over, showing me his ass.
“No, not all night,” he says.
Fuck yeah. Oh, I can’t wait to find out what this feels like. I’ve boned a couple chicks up the ass, sure. But never one with an ass as rock hard as Springer’s, and most definitely never my C.O. Now I remember why he was making me keep my dick hard. Short straw.
I push Blue off of me without so much as a backward glance, done with that and on to the next. Growling deep in my throat like half the zoo gone mad, I crawl across the bed to Springer. I reach out my hand, and there’s Blue, shoving a big glop of Crisco in it. Ah, it all comes clear now. Yeah, that would do it, wouldn’t it? And really, who needs a condom among buddies?
I want to do this standing up, with some real leverage. I launch myself over Springer and to the floor and pull his legs off the bed with my empty hand. I kick his feet apart to give myself some room, and smack the handful of grease into his crack. He laughs like he doesn’t care about what’s about to happen to him, and I’m filled with nothing but the desire to make him stop thinking it’s so fucking funny.
I use what’s left on my hand to grease up my dick, because I don’t have any patience for working it up inside him. What goes in with me is all he’s gonna get. I look down at myself, and I’m pleased with what I see. I’m just as big as the rest of the boys, with a wicked curve none of them have. The ladies like it on their G-spots. Wonder if Springer’s prostate is in for a fucking treat?
“Hold still, you fucking bastard. I’ll show you what faggot ass is all about,” I say, putting one hand on his throat and the other on his hip. I want to choke him a little as I fuck him, so I get my handhold ready. I use my dick to push his asscheeks apart, and realize I can’t see where I’m going. Fucker’s holding his cheeks together.
Dropping him, I put both hands on his ass, spreading his crack. I line up my dick and press, pushing at his tight hole. It’s an innocent little pink pucker like anyone’s, with a ring of brown hair pointing at the target. The target doesn’t give way. The target fights back, like my dick isn’t made of steel at this point.
Titanium asshole trumps steel dick. I laugh out loud at this stupid thought. Then I reach around and grab his nuts. Giving them a hard twist, I growl in his ear, “Let me in, you rotten piece of shit, or I’ll take them off.”
One more push, and the gates of heaven open wide. “Fucking thank you very much,” I say.
Oh, I mean it. Sliding in, it’s better than any of the rest of it. It’s tight, and hot, and I know it hurts him on so many levels. It’s just wrong, plain wrong, and I have to fight hard not to come right then. No, I want to make this last.
I move slowly until I’m all the way up against him. I let go of his nuts, and move my hand up to his dick. “See, I can be reasonable,” I say in his ear. For a while I’m jacking him off while fucking his ass, and then I lose track of him. Fuck him, let him rub himself on the bedspread if he wants to get off.
I slap my hand back around his throat, and then add the other one. Lacing my fingers together, I pull his upper body off the bed, up against me. I’m pulling him back onto my cock with my hands around his throat, and his asshole tightens up. Fear? Whatever the reason, it feels fucking good. I’m slapping up against his ass so fast there’re wet smacking sounds with every thrust. His sphincter must be on fire, but it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Fuck him.
Movement on the other bed catches my eye, and I see that Brick and Blue have found a way to ease the boredom. Brick’s pounding away in Blue’s ass as hard as Blue pounded mine. Yeah. I watch them, timing my thrusts to match theirs. Pretty soon I’m grunting in time with Brick, getting louder and louder, and then I come so hard I lose myself entirely, blasting right out of my body somewhere, somewhere nice.
When I come back to myself, Springer is peeling my fingers off his throat, coughing like he’s been choked. Oops. It takes me a minute to get enough neurons firing to send a message to my hands, but when I do I let go. He seems grateful.
I’m still inside his asshole, and I rub myself up against his hard ass one more time before pulling out, dripping come off my dick onto the floor. Fuck the carpets. They were a Luminol nightmare before we checked in, that’s for fucking sure.
I guess Brick came too, because he and Blue are lying on the bed, smiles on their faces. Fuck yeah.
“Let’s go rob another bank and come back here and do it again,” says Brick.
“Fuck the bank,” says Springer. “Let’s go get all-you-can-eat oysters and come back here and do it again.”
Blue grins, slow and wide. “It ain’t over until we say it is.”
“Hoo-yah,” I say. “Cheaper than hookers.”
“Safer than roofies,” says Springer.
“Ah well,” says Brick. “Fuck the banks.”
We all cheer.
RING TONES
C. B. Potts
My phone rings at a particularly annoying pitch, shrilly demanding that I stop whatever I’m doing and answer it. It’s impossible to ignore the sound it makes—a high-pitched squeal somewhere between nails down a chalkboard and the yelp a puppy makes when you step on its tail.
Marco set it that way intentionally.
“I’ve got to get you to pick up the line somehow, don’t I?” he’d asked, when I protested the god-awful noise coming from the phone. “Otherwise, you’ll just let the machine pick up.”
“That’s why I have a machine. So it can answer the phone when I’m busy.”
“But Gregory, you’re always busy.” Marco pouted, his lower lip plumping out in a most seductive manner. “Too busy for me.”
Pavlovian, I reach for him, chewing my way down the taut expanse of his neck before guiding him to my bedroom. “I am never too busy for you.”
But in truth, sometimes I am too busy for him. When I’m working in my studio, totally immersed in a project, my mind is occupied by the heavy metal I sculpt. I’m thinking about torches and structural integrity, safety and artistry—not to mention trying to capture a fleeting vision for all time.
I think Marco understands this. He’s an artist too—albeit a digital graphic artist, whatever the hell that means—and he tries not to call when he knows I’ll be in the studio.
But there are other times that perhaps he would not understand.
Like this morning. I’d called one of the boys from the bar, one of the young ones who understand that perhaps I do not always want to be Daddy. Perhaps I do not always want to be on top, getting my cock sucked and plunging into widely spread cheeks. Sometimes it is better to please than to be pleased, and this one understands that. I know his name, but we don’t use it. I just call him Sir.
