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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Stephen Jordan
I join Eric on the couch again, and he stares at me with blatant lust. His brilliant smile makes him appear as if he wants to eat me! Maybe just a little less so.
"You're fucking gorgeous; you know that?" His eyes sparkle with desire.
I shrug.
"I think you're good at it. Why don't you do it professionally? Maybe take a few dance classes and brush up on your technique. Your body is good. You'd be a brilliant stripper."
I think about it for a moment.
"If I can be perfectly honest, it was actually just for you. I loved doing it but it was because you were here and I felt safe."
"You did that seriously just for me?" He studies my face.
"You know it, buster. You can read my mind, remember?"
"Still, but I don't want to just assume."
"It hasn't stopped you so far." I grin.
He leans in and gives me a kiss. I decide it won't do and force his mouth open with my tongue and dive right in.
He moans.
We start groping each other and the fever runs high. I want this guy so bad.
He puts his palms on my chest and pushes me away. I resist, and he has to push harder.
"Not here, gorgeous."
I'm sure my disappointment is obvious, but he's right.
"Come, let's go." He gets up.
I follow him out of the club. We get into his car and drive away. He lives in a nice neighborhood and owns his own house it seems. Not bad. "You must be successful."
"Yes, I am to a degree. I own an internet hosting company and we specialize in Indie art and books. I bought this place about a year ago. You must just excuse what it looks like inside, I've only bought some basic furniture and haven't done any serious decorating yet."
He parks the car in the garage, and we enter the house through a side door. It's not ostentatiously big but definitely has a lot of space. There's an open-plan kitchen and dining area with a living room off to the one side. Down the passageway there are two bedrooms and a bathroom. Eric's bedroom has its own bathroom en suite
I push him down onto his bed and jump on top of him, straddling him. I continue where I'd left off at the club.
He moans, and we frantically start pulling off each other's clothes. Eventually, I have to let go of him so we can strip completely. His hard, uncut 8-inch cock curves slightly to the left.
"Mmmm," I show my appreciation.
I go down on him and lick his cock from the base upwards. He breathes heavily and when I get to his cock-head, I push his foreskin down with my lips and engulf just the head with my mouth. His pre-cum tastes delicious, and I slurp softly on the head for a few seconds before taking him completely into my mouth.
"Aaah! That's awesome!" he moans.
He grabs my head and starts fucking my mouth. I am comfortable with it. In fact, he's doing it at a nice rhythm, allowing me to breathe normally between his thrusts.
I eventually push myself up, and he lets go of my head. I grab his hips and flip him over onto his stomach. Then I pull his butt upwards so his face is down on his knees. I notice his beautiful, shaven butt-hole. It's begging for a fuck.
I start licking him slowly and with purpose. He's groaning with pleasure and I take my time pleasing him, darting my tongue in and out of his hole and then licking him from his hole up to his balls.
"You're driving me crazy!" His voice is muffled by the comforter pressing against his face.
"I know."
I grab his cock and pull it backwards between his legs and give it a good licking before getting back to rimming him.
A short while later...
"Fuck me please?!"
I oblige. Raising myself up onto my knees, I also make sure his ass is high enough. In the meantime, he has reached over to the side of the bed and thrown a bottle of lube at me.
I lube up my cock and tease his asshole with generous globs of the gel.
"Come on, man! Fuck me, Stephen!"
I angle the tip of my cock at his open hole and start pushing in. My thick cock stretches him and my wide girth slows the process down a bit. It's obvious that even though he hangs out at that club, he doesn't get fucked often. Maybe he always pitches. I don't care.
I push in further and further, and he's whimpering and moaning at the same time. When I'm in as far as I think I can go for now, his insides squeeze me nicely. He's as hot as hell inside. I start fucking him slowly, careful not to go in too deep. He uses his one hand and tries to entice me to fuck him deeper and faster by pulling me closer to him by my thigh. No way. It's my show.
I fuck him at a gentle pace and very slowly start increasing my thrusts.
"Jesus, Stephen, you're killing me. Fuck me, will you?!"
Ok, he's asking so nicely and I'm starting to feel myself lose control. Maybe it's time...
I go from 0 to 100 miles per hour in a matter of seconds and fuck him properly. My cock rams into him, right up to the hilt. I breed his gorgeous ass and take hold of him around his waist as I lean forward onto his back. He's screaming now, as I try my best to bang him right through the mattress and into the floor beneath.
The sweat is running off both of us and it stings my eyes. My hair is sopping wet, my blood is surging through my veins and his pulse is throbbing against my cock and in my ears. It's like I'm breathing razor blades. His chest hair is soaked and droplets form on his head.
Eric grabs his cock and starts yanking it like mad.
"I'm cumming!" he yells between his cries and shoots one and then another and then another and then yet another long string of cum all over his crisp linen.
"I'm right behind..." I can barely speak.
"Motherfucking hell! Jesus!! Aaaargh...!"
I spray my juice into him, four or five mind-blowingly powerful spurts! My orgasm explodes both out of me and within me like blinding fireworks and all my energy drains out of me.
I flop down on top of him as he collapses onto the bed.
We lie like this for a while, with me still inside him, breathing heavily together. I pull out of him and wander off to the washroom to have a shower.
"Coming?" I call to him.
"I'll be there in a second," he sighs and smiles. Clearly beat.
I jump into the shower and a few minutes later the toilet flushes. He joins me beneath the cascade of hot water, but he's struggling, barely able to walk.
He leans in close, his chest pressing against my back and whispers, "I'm gonna so hate you tomorrow. But for now, I love you."
I say nothing.
Joshua Taylor
Over the next few days Kyle and I are like a newly dating teenage couple. Mary actually rolls her eyes at our sweet hello and goodbye kisses and at how we constantly argue about who should carry each other's food for them and things like that.
"Will you two just get it on for heaven's sake," Mary eventually says one evening.
Kyle blushes bright red. "Not for lack of trying," Kyle says dryly.
He's tried everything to entice me and a few times even playfully tried to grab my package in passing, but I keep on dodging him.
"Soon," I say with a wink to Kyle. He blushes even deeper.
"Well please just get on with it. Maybe then you two can stop being a perpetual Hallmark moment." Mary gets up from her armchair and goes to her room.
I look at Kyle next to me on the couch and lean in to give him a soft peck on the lips.
He pulls away. "Listen here, Josh, if you aren't going to follow through, then no more kisses. I'm starting to feel like a horse that's saddled up and then put back in the barn."
What an interesting metaphor. "You know horses then?"
"No, you dumb-ass. I'm just saying. No more teasing me." He winks.
"Ok." I play aloof and switch on the TV.
A music video comes on, and I start surfing the channels to try and find something decent to watch. Kyle goes to the room. I don't think he's mad at me, just a little frustrated.
Soon, baby, soon.
Well, he has other plans.
A few moments later I'm watching a show about the end of the world, and I spot Kyle out of the corner of my eye walking in buck naked, with a sizable boner.
Subtle much?
He walks past me, as if I'm not even there, to get a glass of water.
My prick immediately stands at attention.
I get up to go to him. No longer thinking virtuous thoughts, I grab at his ass. Dodging me, he says nothing. I try and catch up to him but gets away and runs to the room.
I follow. Of course.
Once inside the room, I can't stop from laughing. He is lying on his bed with his proud boner in the air, reading a book. Upside down!
I simply walk right up to him, bend down, and take his entire uncircumcised prick into my mouth.
The book goes flying!
"Hey, man, what're you...!"
I carry on sucking it while climbing onto the bed and straddling him with my knees against his legs. I'm about to blow my load. I've waited for this so long and I better control myself and just focus on pleasing him.
"Oh, Josh!"
My mouth engulfs him entirely, and I give that thing a hard suctioning! He isn't as big as I am both in length or girth but still fucking attractive. His soft head is a light pinkish color. His foreskin and fleshy shaft matches the silky cream color of the rest of his body.
"Mmm!"
I use my tongue to stroke the sides of his shaft and create as much spit as I can in my mouth. He's lurching upwards, in and out of my hot, wet mouth, as I simultaneously bob my head up and down his veiny shaft, my tongue fucking his foreskin. I explore the soft, sensitive skin of his helmet.
"Argh...that's so nice. Don't stop. Please?!"
I don't plan to. I'll give him the blow job of his life and hopefully it will buy me a few more days before we make love for real. I'm starting to think the anticipation is more appealing to me than the act itself.
"Josh! I'm gonna cum!"
I suck him harder, taking him as far down my throat as I can, almost suffocating myself, my nostrils nestled in his pubes. Aah he smells delicious. Fresh sweat and pheromones, intoxicating.
"I'm...cumming... AAARGH!!" He shoots load after load of his sperm down my throat. I suck slower, milking every last drop of his salty-sweet cum out of him and then I lick his cock and balls clean. I sit up and lick my lips.
His eyes are wide now. "Shit, Josh! I didn't know you could do that."
"Me neither. Did you enjoy it?"
"What do you think?" An exhausted and spent smile spreads across his handsome face.
I take off all my clothes, except for my briefs, and lie down next to him. "Scoot over!" I slap him on the ass and he obeys me.
There is barely any room on his single bed. I'll have to buy us a double bed before we officially "consummate" our relationship, as they say. Sounds kinda dreamy. Man, my balls are aching. I shift to relieve the pressure. Snuggled together we drift away and fall asleep.
It's a new day, and I believe I'm off the hook for now, as far as full-on intercourse is concerned. How wrong I am...
Kyle has lost all inhibitions and when his sister isn't around or we're in the bedroom, he walks around naked, mostly with a stiffy, and he wiggles his ass at me. He even bends down in front of me to pick something up from the floor to show me his beautifully shaved pucker.
I'm going nuts. I have an eternal boner now and can't think of anything else but having him. At work, I at least have some downtime from my horniness, although, when he calls me, it's his awkward and adorable attempt at phone-sex that seriously turns me on. I don't think he's as experienced as I am. I like that.
After a day or two of this continuous prick-teasing, I go out at lunchtime and buy us a double bed. I've had it with the foreplay. This shit can't go on any longer. I'll go absolutely ape-shit if I don't fuck him soon. No "making love" or anything as romantic as that. No. Just plain, simple fucking. Making love comes later.
I give them our address and they promise to deliver the bed soon. I flirt like crazy with the salesman. He was eyeing me up and down and couldn't wait to serve me, so I decided to make sure he'll at least get it to our place by the next day, latest. I also insist he lets me know when they're going to deliver it, so I can organise to be home.
The salesman comes through on his word. The next day I get the call around 11:00 a.m., excuse myself from work, and go home to accept delivery. I ask them to take the single bed, donate it to charity or leave it on the curb. Tonight, Kyle is going to grow up and get to sleep in a double bed, with his new lover next to him.
Before I head back to work, I make the bed with the new bedding I bought and chuck his old, dirty sheets in the laundry basket.
The rest of the day is painfully slow. At 5:00 p.m. I'm out of there like a bat out of hell.
I get home and no one's there yet. I take a shower and prep myself for a night of delicious fucking, making sure I'm properly shaven and clean for the performance of a lifetime. Kyle deserves nothing but the best.
Mary gets home and says I look like the cat who ate the cream. I just smile at her. She must've realized with the new bed and the way I look that tonight is the night, because she does something amazingly sweet.
"I just remembered that I promised to visit Rosemary tonight. She's way far from here so I'll spend the night and won't be back until tomorrow. Will you guys be ok with making your own dinner?"
Of course, I know what she's doing.
"Don't worry about us. We'll be fine."
She goes to her room and a moment later returns with an overnight bag and a book. Probably going to check herself into a hotel.
I walk up to her and hug her. "Thank you, Mary, for being so considerate."
She hugs me back and leaves.
About an hour later, I hear Kyle unlocking the door and coming inside.
Oh shit. His shoulders are slumped and there's no glitter in his eyes.
"Hi, sexy. What's wrong?" I get up from the couch and go to him.
He just stares at me, unsmiling. I take his backpack and put it down.
"I just had a bad day, that's all." He passes me with no kiss.
I think sex is off the table... Well, I waited this long, I may as well wait a little longer. He's worth it, that's for sure.
I sit down again on the couch and pat the cushion next to me. "Come sit. Can I fetch you a soda, or water?"
He shakes his head but sits down. "No, a beer would be better, thanks."
It must be serious. Kyle hardly ever drinks.
I go fetch him a beer. As I pour it into a glass for him, I notice that his face is drawn and he is looking older than his age tonight. Something is upsetting him quite a bit.
I hand him the cold beer, and he starts drinking it slowly while I sit down again next to him.
"Are you going to tell me what happened or am I going to have to drag it out of you?" I keep my voice steady.
"Ok. So... you know that I have this one lecturer who's been making moves on me over the last year or so?"
"Yes." My body tenses.
"You also know that I've made it clear to him on a few occasions that I'm not interested?" He cradles the beer in his lap.
"Yes...?"
"Today he outed me to the whole class, by accusing me of being `a little cock-sucking faggot who parades around the campus as if I'm God's gift to mankind.' I was so shocked."
"What!" I'm suddenly standing.
"Please sit, Josh," he asks softly.
I sit back down again but my pulse is racing and not in a good way. I'll fuck up that middle-aged prick if I get my hands on him.
But first the details.
"Just like that, out of the blue. Why do you think he did that?" I ask, keeping my voice steady.
"I mean most people know or suspect I'm gay but you know how private I am. I like to just get my work done and keep to myself. He came in while I was taking a leak in the men's washroom this morning and tried to grab my dick. I told him to stop and he went ballistic. He yelled at me, accusing me of being a cock-tease, and I just zipped up and left in a hurry. I thought that was it. But then when I was at his lecture, he started making snide remarks about `faggots' and how they're the scorn of society." Kyle's shoulders tremble. "He said that they should be chemically castrated because all of them are pedophiles, waiting to strike."
By now my blood is boiling. My hands clench into tight fists.
He takes a deep breath. "I stood up and said that what he was saying was untrue and that there's no correlation between homosexuality and pedophilia, that in fact, it's predominantly straight, middle-aged men who prey on young children. That's when he went crazy."
I'm beside myself at this point. My eyes darken as I slowly get up and head for the door. Kyle comes after me but I shrug him off. A bit too roughly but I don't care. I grab his car keys and leave. I don't even know where that scumbag lives, but find him I will. I think we need to have a little heart-to-heart, him and I.
Kyle is calling my cell phone but I ignore it. I call the cute admin lady from Kyle's campus who I met a while ago and ask her sweetly where the asshole lives. She says they don't give out staff addresses but in my most alluring voice I tell her that I'd promised to drop something off for him and that I needed to get it to him pronto. She doesn't even think to ask me why I don't just call the fucker. I'm sure she's just too happy she could help me. I must remember to buy her a box of chocolates or something.
Once I get to the asshole's house, I park the car in the street, walk right up to the front door and bang on it loudly.
A sweet, frumpy woman answers the door and for a moment I'm taken aback. A thought crosses my mind. "Is Mr. Peters home?"
"Yes, who may I say is calling?"
"Please tell him Joshua Taylor's here to see him."
She turns. "Honey, there's a Joshua Taylor at the door for you!!"
The asshole approaches the door and kisses the woman on her cheek, smiling at me. Yeah, she's his wife.
"I don't believe we've met. You say your name's Joshua Taylor. Are you an ex-student of mine?"
The bastard clearly doesn't remember me. Kyle had asked me some time ago to go and talk to a group of students about the photography development process. This guy sat down and ignored my oration, only too grateful to not have to lecture for an hour.
"We actually met a year ago. May I talk to you outside?"
"Sure." He frowns a little but walks outside and closes the door behind him.
I lunge forward and grab him by his throat. I drag him kicking towards the corner of the front porch where there's less light and soften my grip just enough so he can breathe.
"What the fuck?!" he mouths.
"If you so much as whisper, I'll fucking break your neck. You get it?!"
He nods and I let go of his throat. I have my arms on either side of him and put my palms flat against the wall. He can't escape.
"I believe homosexuals are pedophiles waiting to strike. Is that correct?"
"I..."
"I also believe that my boyfriend is a cock-sucking faggot who parades his ass around the campus. Is that correct?"
"Well..."
"If you don't want me to make your life a fucking living hell, stay clear of insulting or harassing my boyfriend." I shove my face so close to his, I can smell his fetid breath. "Do you understand me?!"
"Yes, but..."
"So, help me God I'll snap you neck." I grab his prick and balls in a tight grip and squeeze.
He cries out.
"Honey?" I hear from the front door.
I loosen my grip. Just slightly.
His entire body is shaking. "I'm...fine, dear. I'll be in...just now."
"Ok!" The door closes again.
"If you don't want your little wife to find out what a detestable, two-timing ass-wipe you are, you better start treating my Kyle with respect and leave him alone. He wants nothing from you except to learn what you have to teach. You got that?!"
He nods up and down repeatedly.
I let go of his crotch and straighten up.
"I believe you heard me loud and clear. If I hear anything again about you being mean to Kyle or any other LGBT person, I'll be back and I assure you, you'll have no career, no family, and no wife left when I am done with you. Trust me, I've been there and it's not pretty. Who knows, you might even end up dead in a dumpster somewhere. Understood?!"
I can literally smell his fear. There's also a whiff of urine in the air.
I storm off the porch but when I get to the car, I see Kyle standing there, tears streaming down his face. He must have caught a cab. He heard everything.
Shit!
He jumps up on me, throws his arms around my neck, and hoists his legs around my waist, locking his feet in the small of my back. Kissing me uncontrollably, he is all over my face and when he reaches my lips I succumb. I stand sturdy, holding us both upright with my powerful legs planted firmly in the ground.
The guy's front door slams shut.
He stops kissing me and looks at me with red, but beautiful, big blue eyes. "I'm your Kyle?"
I nod and smile. "Yes, you're my Kyle."
"I'm your boyfriend?"
"Yes, you're my boyfriend."
"Then you're my Josh, my boyfriend, and my hero." He kisses me deeply and with total abandon.
Hero. I like the sound of that.