Best Gay Romance 2012, page 17
In Jake’s mind’s eye, he imagined Ami’s pussy, shaved and pink, growing wetter as his tongue swirled around the opening. But the vision was fleeting. As more precome flowed and Jake’s cock savored the attention he’d denied it since arriving at the Dude Ranch, the fantasy shifted. Suddenly it wasn’t Ami’s pussy, but the tight, muscled buttocks of his favorite roommate that he fantasized eating. He’d munched a chick’s ass before and figured a dude’s wasn’t much different, just hairy. Jake loved licking ass. Jake loved Kasey. In his thoughts, he lathed the other dude’s ass and tickled his meaty low-hangers with tongue and fingers, and finally moaned Kasey’s name.
The timing couldn’t have been worse. Or better, depending upon one’s outlook.
“Oh, dude, I’m so sorry,” Dream-Kasey answered.
Only Dream-Kasey had leapt out of Jake’s mind and was now standing at the bedroom’s open door.
“Fuck,” Jake huffed while drawing the sheet tight around his body and snagging his dick at an awkward angle in the process.
Kasey lingered at the door. “Don’t stop, man. If I hadn’t done the same thing this morning while you and that dickhead were sawing logs…”
Jake drew in a deep breath. Being caught in the act of rubbing one out had a curiously exhilarating affect. But totally, his Inner Jake reminded him, because it was Kasey who’d walked in on him. He felt safe with this dude. Safe, and…
“In fact,” Kasey said, walking into the room and locking the door behind him. “Just so I don’t feel guilty for interrupting, let me help out.”
“Help out?” Jake parroted.
“It ain’t what you think. Trust me.”
Kasey moved to the side of the bed, dropped down, and seized hold of the bare foot hanging over the edge of the mattress. Electricity pulsed up Jake’s leg and tickled his balls.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Kasey repeated the request for Jake to trust him, and Jake did. What followed was unexpected—and completely amazing: Kasey began to massage Jake’s foot, rolling his thumbs in circular motions into his sole.
The back of Jake’s skull slammed into the pillow. “Oh, fuck…”
“Yeah, when you fly as much as I do, you learn to appreciate a good foot rub after all those long hours with your feet on the pedals of a bucking beast.”
Jake’s cock attempted to jump off his body and run away. Only the sheet kept it trapped and attached. “That’s un-fucking-believable!”
“Oh, it gets better. Why don’t you, you know, keep going while I show you a little bit of heaven.”
Jake couldn’t believe what was happening, or that it felt so right. “I trust you,” he sighed, the words emerging on a happy puff of breath.
He unhooked his dick and cast the sheet aside. A gust of air swept over his shaft and teased the hair on his balls.
“You should. You can always trust me, buddy.”
Kasey’s hands moved higher, up to Jake’s toes, and massaged each one as if stroking a smaller version of cock. Jake’s hand worked his dick, and he realized that the pulsations of its sensitive nerve endings were matched by the sensations in his toes.
“You’re fucking incredible, dude,” Jake moaned.
“So are you,” Kasey said.
Jake forced his head off the pillow and focused on Kasey, a vision of baseball cap and blue eyes and flashing smile, and the last of Jake’s hesitation melted. “Do you even know how awesome you are?”
“Yeah,” Kasey said, “because this other fine dude keeps telling me I am.”
That did it. With Kasey’s fingers casting magic between his toes, Jake’s stroke-hand pushed him past the edge. The room phased out of focus. “Oh, fuck, here it comes!”
Kasey’s fingertips traveled up and down his soles, tracing little thunderbolts into his flesh. The other hand caressed Jake’s leg, above the ankle, conjuring ecstasy from his hairy shin and calf.
“Do it, buddy. Squirt that cheese all over yourself.”
Jake grunted a blue streak of expletives as the first blast flew out of his dick, rising at an angle before raining down, splattering his chest. The next landed on his face, in his open mouth, in his eyes.
“Fuck, dude, yeah,” Kasey said, his voice musical, his power over Jake absolute.
Two more blasts followed, leaving him drenched in his own batter.
“That’s right, pal,” Kasey continued, and Jake was sure that he’d keep on shooting, spurred on by the melody of the dude’s voice, the electricity of his touch.
But Kasey’s raking fingers relaxed, and the wave completed its crash over him. Jake’s head fell exhausted onto the pillow and he thought he might pass out from the aftershock. The best lays of his life hadn’t come close to a simple foot rub.
Kasey clapped Jake’s leg, sniffed his fingers. “Good job, dude.”
“You got that right. That was fucking incredible,” Jake sighed. Soaked in equal parts come and sweat, he rose from the bed. “What a fucking mess.”
“Looks good on you,” Kasey said.
Jake noticed the other man was stiff in his shorts. As drained as he was, Jake wanted more, wanted to help his buddy out, as he’d been helped.
“I’ll let you get cleaned up and meet you downstairs,” Kasey said.
Jake’s desire retreated back into the shadows. Dick leaking, tick-tocking and still swollen between his legs, he licked his lips, imagining that the sour clots of sperm were Kasey’s. “Thanks, man, seriously.”
“No need to. I’m glad we didn’t get picked for that one-on-one date.”
“Me, too.”
Later that night during the elimination ceremony, the Debutante sent the cowboy packing.
Episode Four
“So, what’s this ‘bromance’ all about?” Errol Powers asked. Of course, the cameras swooped in, right up to Jake’s unshaved mug.
Jake took the on-the-spot interview in stride. “That’s just Hip-Hop over there trying to stir up crap. He’s jealous that some of us guys are getting along so well, because nobody can stand him.”
He said it loud enough to be overheard.
“Ami does,” Baxter fired back.
“She sure does,” the host agreed. “What do you say to that?”
“I say she must be tone deaf.”
He guessed it was a mistake, but once the words were past his lips, he was stuck with them.
Ami leaned down to hug him, and Jake loved the scent of her perfume—roses, hypnotic. She was beautiful but, though he wanted to fuck her, he had no other emotion for the Debutante.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, pulling out a chair for her.
“Such a gentleman,” she said.
Jake was aware of every eyeball above every swinging dick in the Dude Ranch’s lounge upon him. Strangely, now that he finally had the Debutante all to himself, he found that he didn’t welcome the attention. Knowing that all those dudes were grumbling and all of their dicks viewed him as a threat held little reward. He neither wanted nor needed the bragging rights to Ami Addison. Since that afternoon’s jack- and foot-fest, all he could think about was Kasey.
“I’m a good guy,” Jake shrugged, taking the other seat at the bistro-style table for two, designed so that the Debutante could pull dudes aside for conversation and sound bites. The cameras recorded every blink, giggle and snort.
“I want to think that, but how would I know since you seem to be hanging out in the middle, making no effort to get to know me?”
Jake met the Debutante’s gaze. “Ami, you are ridiculously beautiful.”
She smiled.
“You’re questioning my character when what you should be doing is asking about one or more of the other dudes here. There are some sneaky guys in this house, and they’re on this show with ulterior motives,” he said.
“You mean Hip-Hop?”
“Yeah, him, specifically. Now I know that a regular Joe like me probably doesn’t make for very good television…”
“But maybe you’ll make an excellent husband, and that’s what I’m here to find: my soul mate.”
“Me, too,” Jake said.
She took his hand. Jake allowed it. Soul mates. Yup, he’d found his, only not at the table for two.
During the elimination ceremony, there were few surprises. Ami pinned Bachelor Buttons on the lapels of Chris and Baseball immediately, her two golden boys. The ones you just knew would be standing at the end after the rest of the cannon fodder were sent packing.
She offered Bachelor Buttons to Kasey, a handful of others, and, with Jake, the construction worker, and Baxter still standing with their dicks on the chopping block, she pinned one on the hip-hop singer in high-tops.
Jake and Construction Dude. Oh, let it be me that she jettisons , he silently prayed. He could return to jerking off on a regular, sane basis, free of Baxter or the cameras catching him in the act.
“Jake, would you accept this Bachelor Button?”
Shit, Jake thought. He took the damn flower and lived to play the game another day.
“You just squeaked past, by the hair on your balls,” Baxter taunted.
The cameras were still on them, up in the Blue Room. Jake imagined “balls” would be bleeped. “At least I have a pair.”
He settled back on the pillow, aware of the sweat, imagining the musky trace of his come that had painted the case as well as his face.
“For now,” the dickhead said.
Jake shook his head, tipped a glance at Kasey, who was thumbing through a sports magazine, his sexy bare feet crossed at their furry ankles, and huffed out a sarcastic laugh. He waited for the lights to go out and the cameras to leave before rolling over and grinding his bone into the mattress.
Episode Five
Jake’s worst nightmare came true that morning, when the names of the two deserving dudes that would accompany the Debutante on a private picnic were announced.
“And the two are…” Dramatic pause. “Kasey…and Jake!”
Errol faced Jake. So did the cameras. Jake flashed his best face for the audience.
“All right, buddy,” Kasey hooted. Then the two men exchanged a bud-hug, chests slamming together, hands clapping shoulders, a respectable distance maintained between dicks. Jake would have loved crossing swords with Kasey, just not with so many people watching.
The other dudes joined in on the congratulations, though it was clear by the group’s body language as a whole that most were pissed their names hadn’t been selected.
“What do you think of this?” Kasey asked, holding up a stylish but understated polo shirt.
Jake examined the rest of the ensemble: bare chest, slightly bronzed from the California sunlight, coarse hair running in a line down abs, detouring around ring of belly button—innie— before plunging into pelt poking up from waistband. Blue jeans, unzipped. Big bulge of balls and meaty tube proudly displayed in tighty-whities. Flip-flops. Bare feet. Fucking sexy toes. Back up to shades, propped on dark blond brush cut. Heavenly distraction.
“I like it,” Jake sighed. “I like it a lot.”
“Thanks,” Kasey grinned. “You’re looking really hot, too, dude.”
Jake beamed from the compliment while casting a glance at the mirror. Short-sleeve button-down, black with a beige bar across the pecs, untucked for a jaunty presentation. Jeans, white socks, skater-dude sneakers. “Not as hot as you.”
Kasey chuckled. “This is gonna be fun.”
“Fun?”
“Sure.” Kasey pulled on the shirt. “You, me, Ami. Nobody else I’d want to go on a date with.”
“You don’t think three’s a crowd?”
Kasey shrugged, tucked in, zipped. “It just means I get to spend more time with my favorite dude.”
“That means a lot to me.”
Kasey clapped a hand on Jake’s shoulder. His hand lingered. Fingers massaged Jake’s flesh through his shirt. Jake’s eyes rolled back into their sockets as far as possible. The electrical charge zapped through is body. His cock stiffened.
“Dude,” he sighed.
In a soft, seductive whisper, Kasey growled, “That feel good, pal? You like that? You want me to do the same thing to your feet later?”
“My feet and my…oh, fuck.”
“What, buddy?”
Jake gave up the ghost. “My dick, dude. My fuckin cock…”
He forced his eyes open, reached for Kasey, and crushed his mouth hard against the other man’s. Kasey kissed back. They embraced, this time without fear of bumping dicks. Their cocks, like their lips, collided. Jake reached down, knowing he was at his fullest hardness. To his great relief, he found that so, too, was Kasey.
“I’m not…” Jake managed between kisses. “It’s just that… you…”
“Same here, Jake,” Kasey said, caressing the side of his face. “You’re perfect for me, head to toe.”
Jake released their dicks, reached around, and grabbed Kasey’s ass. “I’ve never done this before. Dudes, I mean. But dude, you…”
Their eyes met, and whatever Jake planned to say went unspoken, which was okay because words weren’t necessary. In that sliver of an instant, Jake was happier than he’d ever been, happier than he thought possible. This must be a small taste of paradise, he thought.
And then the hell of their present reality knocked on the door, driving them apart.
“Five minutes, Bachelors,” Errol Powers said.
Champagne and strawberries, luscious salads and soft bread with butter and crab cakes and finger chocolates and raspberry pastries—it was the finest spread Jake had ever seen. And yet, ironically, he barely touched any of it. Seeing Kasey’s big feet, freed from their flip-flops, on the other side of the tartan picnic blanket, inspired a different kind of hunger, one that didn’t involve food.
The limousine ride to the park had been pure misery thanks to the cameras and the Debutante, tittering about how much she was looking forward to spending time with the two dudes. Jake’s cock ached. Curiously, so did his heart. Every now and then, he’d catch a trace of Kasey’s scent in the sunlight, the clean male smell of masculine skin mixed with soap from the shower; even worse, he glimpsed a look of longing perceptible only to him, and entropy ensued. He hated this. Hated all of it. Except for Kasey.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Ami said, breaking the pall. “And you’ve hardly touched your food.”
“Just enjoying this incredible day. And all the beauty,” Jake said guiltily, avoiding direct eye contact with either of his companions. He stole another glance at Kasey’s toes, long and flat, each capped by dark blond threads. So suckable, those toes.
The date continued, mercilessly long. It was like being repeatedly kicked in the balls, Jake thought. He wondered if he’d survive it. Somehow, the clock resumed ticking, the sun set, and the producers shuffled them back to the limousine, sans Ami, who rode in another car, so all could get ready for the next elimination ceremony.
They couldn’t talk in the limo because of the cameras. Back at the Dude Ranch, they fielded an endless succession of questions from the other dicks. How was the date? What kind of food? What do you think your chances are now of getting a Bachelor Button, with the elimination ceremony looming mere hours away? Then there was dinner. Showers and dressing in suits followed. And then they were all standing in the military parade rest position, a smaller army of real men and their real dongs, ten strong, facing one Debutante and nine blue flowers; blue like twenty balls, Jake’s in particular suffering the hurt the most.
“Kasey, will you accept this Bachelor Button?”
Jake, who stood in the thinning ranks of the undetermined, saw the other man’s smile and his guts twisted into knots.
“I’d be honored.”
He and Ami kissed. Kasey moved up beside the hip-hop phony, the tall ex-football player, the baseball god and three others who’d survived the guillotine. Tim, the hunky fisherman from Maine, dodged the next bullet. Jake had wanted desperately to go home, to be done with the drama and manufactured reality. To get out of the game, only the game had changed, and Jake wasn’t ready to stop playing quite yet because of Kasey.
Ami picked up the last blue flower. As much as he resented watching her fondle the thing, thinking she was holding their blue dicks, their blue balls, in her clutches, he wanted that last Bachelor Button. There was business to finish. That flower was the key to Kasey.
“I’m not ready to let one of you go, even though I’m still not feeling the connection,” she said.
The air grew almost too heavy to breathe. Jake sucked in a desperate breath. The tie around his neck became a garrote.
“Jake, will you accept this—”
“Yes,” he blurted out, sucking in a deep, cleansing gulp of air.
Episode Six
It wasn’t only about the hip-hop dude, but the morning took an early dip into dark territory, and at its center was Baxter, who’d survived all previous axings to date because, and the other Bachelors knew this, the villain of the house made for exciting TV.
The bathroom light roused Jake. The mumble of voices drove away the last sluggishness of sleep, which hadn’t come to him easily to begin with.
“…telling you, babe, you’re the only one for me. I’m doing this for us.”
Jake crooked his ear toward the bathroom door.
“I can’t stay on this phone…there’s cameras everywhere, and dudes with big ears and bigger mouths…”
Jake slid out of his bed and patted the length of hairy leg jutting out of the covers of the closest bed. “Kasey.”
