“See, my friend, is it not all I said it would be?”
Jared could not form any words to answer. He felt a hand touch his head and firm fingers run through his hair. The sensual touching added to his enjoyment and brought him closer to completion. He could feel his nuts tightening and knew he would cum soon. Magic Man’s hand left the base of Jared’s cock and moved to gently caress his nuts as he continued to suck vigorously at the head. Jared screamed his pleasure out loud.
Byron! he screamed into his friend’s mind. If I cum I must feed. I have not fed this evening yet and I can not hold back!
Byron heard the passion filled anguish within the mind link of his friend and calmly answered him.
If you feed from him, Jared, we must feed from them all. We can not leave them to know what we are.
Jared sent comprehension into Byron’s mind and then his mind and cock exploded with pleasure beyond measure. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. He couldn’t tell he was yelling out loud or into Byron’s mind. Magic Man held Jared’s cock in his warmth of his mouth with his lips snug around the pulsing head as Jared pumped his seed down his throat.
When Jared felt his cock relax his eyes popped open and he burned with another more consuming need. He looked at Magic Man with those flaming eyes and saw his lust reflected back at him. Magic Man wanted him. He leaned back onto the floor in front of Jared with his arms out in submission. Without a word Jared fell on top of him and dug his teeth deep into his neck. Magic Man lay beneath him perfectly still for a few moments then reached between them to free his own cock and started stroking his hardened member as Jared took his first pull from his neck.
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Suddenly the man pushed Rick off of him and Rick fell to the floor looking up at him with wide eyes. The man looked down at him with his red eyes flashing as a sinister smile stretched across his lips. He snatched at the leather straps that held his wrists over his head and they broke as if made of tissue.
“You did well, Rick. I will take you now,” he announced.
Rick’s eyes opened wider. “Take me? Take me where?” he asked clearly confused.
The man’s laughter had a harsh ring to it as he easily lifted Rick from the floor by one arm and one leg and tossed him to the bed. Comprehension dawned in his eyes as he landed roughly. He backed up to the wall as the man came closer to him.
“Why do you run? It’s not like you don’t want me to take you,” he said and nodded his head at the blatant bulge in Rick’s pants.
Rick looked down at himself then covered his dick with his hand. “It’s not what you think.”
The man waved his hand across Rick’s body and his clothes disappeared. “I know arousal when I smell it and I know a hard dick when I see one. You want to be fucked. I will have you now. I will not be denied.”
Rick gasped as the man moved upon him pushing his legs in the air resting his feet on his shoulders. He gripped Rick’s hard cock at the base with one hand and eased two fingers into his ass with the other. As shock settled on Rick’s features his body felt a surge of pleasure that immediately started to override the shock and a moan escaped his lips. Rick could feel the fingers sliding in and out of his ass as he watched the man’s large hands stroke his dick and it was all becoming too much for him to handle.
“Wait, stop, you have to stop,” he panted.
The man showed no sign that he even heard Rick speak. He continued to slide his fingers in and out of Rick’s ass and Rick tried to fight the feelings that were overwhelming his mind and body. After a few moments he removed the fingers and replaced them with the steel like hardness Rick helped bring about. The man slid his cock back and forth over his now ready hole then pushed it deep inside Rick’s ass raising his body from the bed.
“Ohhh!” Another moan came from deep within Rick’s chest.
The man stroked Rick’s dick mercilessly as he fucked his ass with the same smooth even strokes. The pleasure was incredible as it vibrated through his body. Rick screamed his joy out loud at every thrust and it wasn’t long before his cock erupted like a volcano. A blissful shudder passed through his body and sky rockets exploded behind his eyes. Terry had never taken him like that and it was magnificent!
“Oh shit!”
The man continued fucking him even as Rick’s breathing returned to normal. When Rick finally could open his eyes he gasped in horror. The man was not the beautiful being he had sucked off just moments before, but he was now some demon like beast!
He was now bright red with dark horns on his head and now had a body builder’s body that was covered in large boils. The large hands that held his leg in the air and that had just stroked his cock to contentment were now sharp black tip claws. The clawed hand released his dick and took Rick’s leg off of his shoulder. The beast then pushed Rick’s legs east to west and continued pounding his dick into him.
Rick was horrified at the sight of the demon fucking him, but again his body let itself be taken over by the pleasure. After a while the monster’s head fell back and he let out a scream that sent a cold chill down Rick’s back as he released his demonic seed deep into Rick’s ass. As the monster’s screams died after a while and was replaced by a loud and sinister laugh that shook the walls. The monster joined in on the laughter then disappeared in a flash of fire.
Rick’s legs dropped to the bed and he was left alone in the room looking around trying to catch his breath. A puff of smoke appeared next him and he turned to see the note beside him. He closed his eyes again and sighed. “Shit, what’s next?
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Marcus was breathing hard and wiping his face trying to clear
the water from the falling rain.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said between clenched teeth
and turned to walk away from him again.
“Oh no you don’t! We just made a break through. We’re going
to talk about this,” Ethan said grabbing his arm again.
Marcus yanked his arm back, grabbed Ethan by his shoulders
and pushed him hard. Marcus was almost equal in size to Ethan
and with the ground being slippery from the rain Marcus’ push
sent Ethan flying to the ground…but he was not alone.
Ethan felt his feet leaving the ground and quickly grabbed
Marcus’ tee shirt pulling him to the ground with him. Marcus
landed hard on top of Ethan with a muddy splash. He looked
down into Ethan’s face with his wide eyes and mouth opened.
Ethan looked back at him with a bright smile.
“I kind of like where this is going, Marcus. Why don’t we just
pick it up right here?”
“Let me go, man! You’re insane!”
“Do you always make people go through this type of thing to be
your friend?” he asked ignoring Marcus’ out burst. “It makes me
wonder what hoops I’ll have to jump through to be your lover.”
Marcus let out a frustrated growl and reeled back off of him,
but Ethan wouldn’t let go. Ethan let Marcus roll off of him, but
then he rolled them across the wet grass over and over until
they landed in another mud puddle. This time Ethan was on top
of Marcus. Ethan took Marcus’ hands in his own and held
them over his head holding Marcus in place.
They were soaking wet, muddy and breathing hard and yet
Ethan was still smiling.
“I stand corrected, Marcus. I think I like this position much
better. You know, this was the best part of playing football to
me, Marcus; the whole rolling around in the dirt and mud. I could
do this all night, especially with you,” he added and then kissed
him hard.
Marcus’ eyes grew even wider and he was still breathing hard
as he looked up at Ethan. “Stop it, Ethan! I don’t want this!”
Ethan cocked his head to the side in mock confusion. “Really?
Well, if that’s the case how come I feel your dick pressing into
my stomach hard as a rock? Your mind and your body need to
be more in sync, Marcus. Your two heads are definitely on two
different pages.”
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“Where are you going?”
“I, I was just going to change. I was in the shower when you started knocking.”
Avery smiled and looked him over again his eyes shining with lust. “Well, you don’t have to do me any favors. What you’ve got on is fine with me.”
No amount of baseball thinking was going to help him now. Avery was pressing his body against him and his cock responded instantly.
“Are you home alone, Lovell?”
“Yes,” he answered on a gasp.
“Perfect,” Avery purred against Lovell’s ear. “Do you know how badly I want to touch you?” he whispered. “These sensual full lips of yours want to be kissed so badly; don’t they?” he asked tracing Lovell’s lips with his finger with a feather like touch.
Avery’s finger moved across Lovell’s stubbly chin as Lovell licked his lips. The light stroking of Avery’s fingers continued moving down his throat and across his shoulders until it reached the soft hair on his chest leaving Lovell weak in the knees.
“Oh my God, you are so fucking sexy,” Avery said on a gasp as he gripped one of Lovell’s solid pecs.
Lovell leaned more heavily against the door. Avery’s touch continued to move through the downy hair over Lovell’s firm stomach muscles where it stopped.
“Let me touch you, Lovell,” Avery breathed against his neck giving it a light kiss.
A soft shudder like moan was his only answer. Avery took his soft erotic reply as a yes and pulled loose Lovell’s tented towel dropping it to the floor.
This time it was Avery who gasped when he saw Lovell’s impressive piece. It was at full mast proudly pointing toward the ceiling. He boldly gripped it without faltering, causing them both to moan from the pleasure of their connection. As Avery’s hand slid over the head of his cock repeatedly another shudder went through Lovell’s body.
“Mmm, it looks like delicious milk chocolate. Do you think it would melt in my mouth or in my hand?” he asked with a sly grin.
Another erotic moan left Lovell’s lips and Avery smiled. “Let’s put it to the test, shall we.”
Avery brushed his lips slowly across Lovell’s top lip…then his bottom…then after the slightest of pauses he leaned forward to capture his mouth completely. Lovell kissed back wanting nothing more at the moment than to taste him. His eyes closed as his arms slipped easily around Avery’s neck. Everything around him disappeared except the awareness of Avery’s kisses and the sound of their heavy breathing. The warm sensations that assailed Lovell’s body felt good all the way to his toes, which curled each time Avery’s tongue swept across his lips. Lovell was no longer in doubt about who Avery was interested in.
He gasped into Avery’s mouth reveling in his kisses and his touch on his throbbing cock. Avery’s other hand gripped his waist and he realized how good it felt being in someone’s arms again.
He could lose himself in Avery’s kisses. His cock didn’t seem to have a problem with Avery either. It was willing to take the moment for what it was and enjoy every second of it, but his brain would not. It let cold reality back in and as good as it felt being with this man, he just couldn’t let his cock lead his life.
“Wait, wait, I can’t do this,” Lovell said breathlessly pushing Avery back. “Please leave,” he said picking up his towel on his way back to his room.
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Dex felt his heart rate pick up and his breathing quicken. Earlier, he couldn’t wait until everyone went home from the Christmas Eve dinner they hosted. Ray’s and his friends were of an age and their boyfriend’s weren’t that much younger, but Dex was the youngest of them all at twenty-five. It was his first time meeting Ray’s friends and they praised Ray openly for having such a young and sexy boyfriend.
It made Dex feel good to see the look of pride on his man’s face and the looks he shot Dex as a result of that pride made him horny all night. Ray had been touching and grouping his cock all night under the table. By the time the party was over Dex was ready to sit in his daddy’s lap and ride him until his screams burst a few of the bulbs on the tree. But when all the cleaning was done, Ray said he was tired and they went to bed early. Now he catches Ray getting it on with Santa...what the hell!
Ray and Santa continued making out not noticing Dex at all. He was transfixed by them and got the chance to get a better look at Santa. His red pants were down around his knees and his coat flung wide open, showing the tight, hard looking body of a dark Adonis unlike any Santa Dexter remembered from his youth. Ray’s hand moved faster as it twisted and turned over Santa’s swollen head. The lights of the tree bounced off the erotic scene turning room red, green and blue as they flickered off and on.
Dexter’s gaze did not move from Ray’s hand. Santa’s cock was long and thick and Ray’s movements seemed to be making it harder by the second. Santa’s moans were filled with obvious pleasure. Dexter knew first hand how good Ray’s hand jobs could be and his own cock twitched at the memory.
His mouth watered at the sight of the impressive piece in Ray’s hand. He could feel his anger cool as his arousal rose in his body. Dexter reached down absentmindedly and started stroking his own cock. A soft moan left his throat reaching Santa’s ears. His head suddenly snapped up and he and Ray turned to Dexter.
Dexter’s mouth had suddenly gone dry. He had to push his words out. “Ray, what’s going on?”
Ray adjusted himself on Santa’s lap straddling his legs so that Santa’s cock jaunted up before him. Ray continued to stroke Santa’s delicious brown cock as he addressed Dex.
“Since when is it ‘Ray’, Dexter? Let’s not put on airs just because we have a guest. You have been calling me Daddy all night; I see no reason to change that now. Santa knows when you’ve been good or bad.”
Dexter lowered his eyes. “Yes, Daddy. I was just wondering—“
“I know what you were wondering, Dex. Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Ray said shaking his head. “What have we talked about time and time again, Dex?” Ray said, nodding towards Dexter’s cock. “When you are in my presence you are to be hard and ready at all times. What if I wanted you to fuck me while Santa watched us? In your present state that would not be possible, would it?”
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After moving quickly through the photos, dumping more
than he kept, he finally came across the pictures of Professor
Louis. He smiled as he went through them. None of those
photos made it to the dump pile. Opening another folder he
named it ‘Louis’ and moved all the pictures into it and then
printed a few off.
Papa studied them in turn. The first picture was of a hand. It
rested across the buttons of the snug fitting vest. The hand was
aged, but looked strong with short, clean nails with a gold ring on
the pinky. The ring was square with diamonds edging the surface
and the letter S engraved in its center.
“Hmm, how many first names begin with the letter S?” he
murmured.
The next picture was a close up of the professor’s beard. It
was frosted, but still showed hints of black hair. It was
perfectly trimmed around his thin lips and covered most of his
cheek. The bright blue tea cup was frozen in time by his photo
just before it touched his lips. The blue of the cup against the
soft white of his beard and the tan that was still on his face from
the summer months that just passed, all together he found it to
be a sexy combination.
Papa chuckled as he looked upon the last picture. It was a side
view of the professor as he read the paper. It was a very
simple picture, really, but Papa liked it. Professor Louis’ silver wire
rimmed glasses were low on his nose and his face was
relaxed holding no real emotion. The pale eyes that held him in
place daring him to move earlier in the day looked softer in
the picture. He could picture himself sitting across the breakfast
table talking to him about daily events as he looked at him over
those glasses.
He flipped through the pictures back and forth several times
before going to the kitchen. The basketball shorts he wore had
no pockets so he put them under his arm while he reached into
the refrigerator to retrieve two beers. Cracking them open he
headed out the back door.
It was a beautiful late summer night. Although school had
begun autumn had not come in officially yet and the days and
nights in
two plastic patio chairs and small table. A small walkway led
away from the slab outside the doors to a large elevated deck.
The deck held a large patio set, several coolers and a barrel grill.
Papa sat in the chair closest to the table putting one of his beers
on a coaster that was there. He put the pictures on top of a well
read magazine and looked around his yard with a smile. It wasn’t
very large, but it was a good size to do what he wanted. He
had a seven foot wooden fence installed as soon as he moved into
the house last year. Many of his clients liked to take nude shots
out near the tree near in the center of the yard or on the railing of
his patio for their lovers or to fulfill some of their own fantasies.
He took another swig from his bottle. The air was still and
still smelled of fresh cut grass. Not a cloud was in the sky and
the stars shined brightly.
“Couldn’t ask for a better night,” he murmured.
Papa emptied the bottle then picked up the pictures of
Professor Louis again stopping at the tea cup shot. He took the
tiny bottle of lube from the table and let the thick droplets fall
into his palm. He leaned back, released his sleeping cock and
started rubbing the cool slick oil over his heated skin. Gripping
the base he let his fingers slowly slide up and down the
throbbing vein while his thumb passed easily over the head.
He closed his eyes enjoying the pressure that was building in
his nuts. After a while he opened his eyes again. The bushy
arched eyebrows over his gray eyes were still black. He stared at
those eyes and wondered what they would look like filled with
lust and passion. Another surge of excitement shot through his
balls to the tip of his dick making him moan out loud.
The head was swollen now and his nuts were drawn up tight
ready to explode. He liked to be outside feeling the cool air on
his skin when he jerked off. It turned him on. The pictures in
the worn magazine had been helping him to completion lately.
He could remember greasing and posing the handsome male
models in the sexy positions that were on the pages. The
memory alone was vivid, but looking at the actual pictures
insured a quick and satisfying release every time.
He looked down at the picture again and stroked his dick harder.
This Professor Louis was the first man in a long time that he
knew made him horny enough to want to jerk off to. He
groaned again and stroked his dick harder and harder until he
shot his wad into the cool night air moaning joyfully to the stars.
He continued to stroke his spent cock until his breathing
returned to normal and then he pulled a wipe free from the
bucket to clean himself. Returning his cock to his shorts he let
out a satisfied sigh and picked up his other beer.
“Tomorrow, plan B.”
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“It sure is. Let’s toast to that and new friends.” He clicked his glass to Stephan’s and took a long sip. “So, do you like it?”
He took the first sip for the toast and then another. “Yeah, it’s good. I think I will have to add this to my new favorites list.”
“Mmm, can I be one of your new favorites, as well?”
“Oh, well, I’m not here to stay. I’m just visiting
The man nodded. “I see, but what if you were staying? Would you be interested, then?”
Stephan stepped back and openly looked the man over. The white tank and black cargo shorts he wore fit his body nicely. The shirt showed off his lean muscular torso and the dark hair beneath it.
“Should I turn around so you get a better look?” his new friend asked.
Stephan looked back into the man’s clean-shaven face and smiled. He could tell by his tone that he was joking. He leaned on the bar casually with a smirk. “Yeah, why don’t you go ahead and do that.”
The man laughed and slowly spun around with his arms opened wide. “Is that good for you?”
“Yes, that was very good for me. How was it for you?”
“I’ve had better,” his new friend said with a shrug. Stephan laughed and he laughed with him and then he offered his hand. “My name is Julio.”
“I am Stephan and yes, to answer your question. I would definitely be interested if I were here to stay.”
“Well, tomorrow is not promised to any of us, Stephan. Let’s have our fun tonight as if you were staying.”
“Is that your motto, Julio? Live for the day?”
Julio shrugged again. “Something like that. So?”
I wasn’t really looking for a booty call, but it has been a long time since I’ve been with someone.
Stephan looked the handsome man over again and made up his mind. He finished his drink and offered Julio his arm. “Let’s do it.”
Stephan led him to the dance floor. Julio moved fluidly to the slower Salsa beat that played now. Moving seductively and suggestively Julio slid his hands over Stephan’s body barely touching him. He reached out holding on to Stephan’s hips and moved them from side to side in sync with his own.
“You have a beautiful body, Stephan; you have to move it as though you know it.” Julio moved around him pressing his fingers into his hips to guide him. “Rotate your hips to the beat of the drums. Dancing the Salsa is almost like fucking,” he said in his ear rotating his own hips behind him.
“Mmm, is this the Salsa dancing part or the fucking?” Stephan asked pressing back into him.
Julio chuckled and then his voice was sultry and hot in his ear. “No, my sweet, this is the dancing, later I will show you the fucking.”
Julio’s hands slide up and down Stephan’s hips and then up to grip his chest as they moved in unison round and round. With each rotation, Stephan reached behind Julio grabbing handfuls of his pants to pull him closer pressing his ass into Julio’s hard crotch. Julio let out a low growl in Stephan’s ear.
“Damn, you smell good and you are so fucking sexy,” Julio whispered and nipped at his ear.
Julio nibbled at Stephan’s neck as his fingers purposely brushed across his nipples.
“I can’t wait to take you to my bed, mi dios oscuro dulce. I’m going to do wonderful things to this beautiful body of yours.”
Julio’s lust filled voice it sent a delicious shiver down Stephan’s back.
“Mmm.”
I don’t understand half of what he said, but it sure sounded good.
Julio’s hands continued to explore Stephan’s body as he grinded his hard cock into Stephan’s ass. Julio continued to flick and tease Stephan’s nipples until they stood at attention beneath his tank top and then his fingers press into the firm muscles of his abdomen on its way to his crotch. Boldly he grasped the blatant bulge in Stephan’s pants. The music changed and Julio changed their tempo, moving the a little faster, not missing a beat. Stephan moaned loudly, but only Julio could hear him over the music.
“Stephan, your moans are like music to my ears. I cannot wait to hear my name riding on your moans as you release your orgasm into my mouth.”
Another shiver went down Stephan’s back at Julio’s seductive words.
Oh man! This is what I’m talking about! Why can’t I find this at home? This is what I need.
Julio’s skilled hand groped Stephan’s cock until he felt as though he would explode right there on the dance floor. His breathing was out of control. His cock was throbbing hard with need. Stephan wanted to be fucked by this man desperately, but he felt overwhelmed and grabbed Julio’s hand.
“Wait, wait, I can’t do this, Julio.” He turned around and held onto his shoulders. “It’s been too long since—“
Julio stopped his explanation with an all-consuming kiss. He ate hungrily at Stephan’s mouth grinding his cock against him.
“Tomorrow is not promised to us, mi amigo,” Julio repeated nipping at Stephan’s lips. “Take me back to your room and I will make today memorable for you.”
Stephan’s whole body cried out saying yes and the message finally made it to his brain making his mouth comply.
“Yes.”
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“So...how you been?” James said breaking the awkward silence.
They sat side by side on the back of his car, both leaning over on their knees. Russ rolled his empty Budweiser bottle between his hands as he sent a side look over to James who stared at the ground rolling his own bottle the same way.
“I’m- I’m okay, James.”
James turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Really? You don’t look okay. I mean, you look fantastic, even better than the last time I saw you, but you know that’s not what I meant. It’s your eyes that give you away.” He leaned over and caressed Russ’s face. “Those beautiful bright blue eyes always told me what was really going on inside of you.”
The touch of James’ hand across his face sent a shudder of erotic longing through his body. Instantly his dick got hard as he closed his eyes and pressed his face into James' hand.
“James...”
He whispered his name, a soft, raspy sound. At hearing it James let out a low erotic noise of his own. His hand pressed against Russ’s clean shaven face urging him to his feet as he rose with him.
“Russ, I’ve missed you so much,” James whispered slowly closing the gap between their faces.
“James, I’ve missed you, too, but—“
James stopped his explanation as he pressed his lips hard against Russ’ lips. James ate at Russ’ mouth soft and gentle as Russ sighed his enjoyment into James’ mouth. His fingers moved from Russ’ cheek to the back of his head to grab a handful of Russ’ over long brown hair. He pulled Russ’s head back ending their sensual kiss exposing Russ’ neck. Bending down he put tender kisses along his throat and his bobbing Adams Apple.
Flashes of memory came crashing back to Russ’ mind becoming more vivid each time James lips touched his heated skin. His cock pressed harshly against his Dockers and his torso suddenly felt over heated in the button down blue shirt he wore. He was grateful that he pulled his tie off as soon as he left the court room earlier in the day. It would have been extremely tight and constricting at the moment. Suddenly the unpleasant events of his past week surged forward in his mind and overtook the pleasure James was giving his body.
“Wait, wait, James, please,” Russ gasped softly pushing him away.
James backed away, but his handsome face was twisted in confusion. Seeing the pain in James’ eyes Russ turned away.
“Please, James, don’t look at me like that.”
“How am I supposed to look at you, Rusty? I don’t know what’s going on,” James said with obvious restraint over his frustration.
Russ flinched inwardly at use of the pet name James had given him years ago. He had heard the name on many happy occasions and tender moments, especially when James was pounding his cock into him during the heat of passion. Russ’ body reacted again to the erotic memory and his cock throbbed inside of his pants again.
“Talk to me, Rusty,” James said moving close behind him. “Tell me what’s happening here. Better yet, tell me what happened?” Confusion and pain strained his voice as he turned Russ back to him. “I thought we had something special,” he said on a whisper.
Russ’ heart ached as he looked into the depths of James’ glistening brown pools. He had only done what he thought was right at the time, but it seemed he was to live to regret that decsion.
“James, I swear, I never meant to hurt you. I just—“
Russ’ explanation was cut short again as James yanked him back into his arms. His kiss was passionate and full of emotion. James kissed him hungrily this time, sucking on his tongue pulling him even closer to him. Russ’ world spun and his knees finally buckled, but James’s arms were strong holding him upright. James broke the kiss leaving Russ breathless and almost panting with need. Putting butterfly kisses to Russ’ neck James spoke again.
“I’ve missed you so much, Rusty. Please, please, come back to my house. I want you so bad. Let me hold you, let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” He nuzzled Russ' neck between kisses.
Oh God, yes! Russ’ body screamed.
James’s kisses were intoxicating. Russ could feel James’s cock pressing against his body through the thin material of his shorts and it felt so good. His body remembered James and wanted all that he was offering. It remembered every caress from James’s strong hands; the very hands that were sliding up and down his back and gripping his ass to hold him so close. Russell’s body cried out to his brain to just say yes so that it could feel James's touch again without the barrier of their clothes...but his brain refused. Again the disheartening events played over in Russ’ minds eye and pulled him from the joy he felt in James’s arms.
“I’m so sorry, James, but I can’t. Please, you have to understand,” Russ said choking on the words that tore at his heart. He reluctantly removed himself from James’s embrace and walked back to his house without a backwards look.
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“What the hell is going on? What am I doing here? Don’t you realize that kidnapping is against the law?”
“Relax, Mitch, I can explain everything.”
His voice was sultry and soothing and as much as Mitch wanted to be furious with this man, he found his anger fading under the warm heat of desire. He stopped right in front of him and lifted his head so they could maintain eye contact. His slanted chocolate eyes gleamed with lust that called loudly to Mitch’s baser needs.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am called Kato,” he said with a slight bow. “You have been kidnapped, that is true, Mitch, but we mean you know harm. We are only here to pleasure you.”
Pleasure me?
Mitch swallowed loudly. “We who? Only you are here.”
Kato smiled. “For now. You have nothing to fear from me, Mitch. I will not hurt you…unless you ask me to, that is.” He moved closer forcing Mitch to move back until he was against the wall. His small hands glided over Mitch’s chest flicking his nipples beneath the thin material of his shirt. A pleasurable shudder passed over his body. Kato boldly gripped his cock.
Mitch gasped. “What are you doing?”
“I’m doing what you want to have done,” Kato answered calmly.
Kato released Mitch’s cock and pulled his polo shirt over his head revealing his muscular chest.
“Mmm,” Kato purred as his fingers played over the dark letters trimmed in red on his left pectoral muscle. “I am surprised, Mitch. I didn’t peg you for a Greek. Are these Kappa letters?”
Mitch nodded unable to form any words. Kato’s hands felt so good on his skin. His feathery touch seared every inch he stroked.
“You are a beautiful man, Mitch.” His tongue traced each of the Greek letters. “It has been a long time since I have touched a body as beautifully defined as yours.” He moved down and sucked on the nipple just below the letters and then moved across and did the same to the other. “The fullness of your pecs, the light dusting of darker hair across your dark chest and your sensitive nipples all add to your beauty,” he added giving his nipple a little pinch before he slid his fingers down his stomach. “I especially like this trail of hair that leads me down to the place that I really wish to explore more. It is extremely sexy,” he hissed. “Right now I have the overwhelming urge to touch and taste you more than anything else in the world.”
Kato’s words were incredibly sensual and so was his touch. Together they were making Mitch’s dick harder by the moment. Kato unbuckled Mitch’s pants and rubbed his crotch. When he was at full erection, Kato freed his cock of the confining underwear. Mitch’s head fell back hitting the wall with a dull thump. He felt Kato lower himself to the floor before him and just as he thought he would burst from Kato’s touch, he felt the softest brush of lips across the tip of his raging hard-on. It bounced toward Kato’s face begging for more. A soft laugh drifted up to his ears.
“Look at you, Mitch. Already you’re ready to feel my mouth on your cock, aren’t you? It’s a good thing that my need for your cock in my mouth is just as great.” Mitch murmured something inaudible and Kato chuckled. “I didn’t understand a word you said, but your body is telling me everything I need to know.”
Kato licked up and down the underside of Mitch’s dick and played with his swollen balls. Kato moved smoothly in his movements between the long sleek licks on the underside of Mitch’s cock and the hungry aggressive sucking on the solid, brown head. Mitch moaned loudly from the sensation in obvious enjoyment. He didn’t know if Kato’s blowjob felt so good because he was good at it or because he was starving for it. He really didn’t care which it was he just prayed Kato would never stop.
Kato kept up the glorious licking concentrating on Mitch’s balls as he pumped the head of his cock with his hand. The combination turned Mitch quickly into a shaking mess of sensations. He felt his knees start to give way and he leaned heavily against the wall. Kato stopped sucking Mitch’s balls long enough to dip his swollen head into his mouth and started that wonderful sucking again. It wasn’t long before Mitch was begging for mercy.
“Oh, God, it feels so good! I don’t want you to stop, but if you don’t I’m gonna come,” he muttered as gasped for air.
Kato changed his movements at Mitch’s declaration working his cock slow and deliberate. When Mitch regained some control over his breathing, Kato slid Mitch’s cock from his mouth gradually and replaced it with his hand keeping with the same erotic pace. He licked at Mitch’s inner thighs and moved his kisses upward until he was on his toes by Mitch’s ears.
“Oh no, Mitch, you won’t come...not yet anyway. I won’t let you. You’re not ready yet.” He paused to lick his ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Mitch,” he whispered. His voice was breathy and hot against his neck. Mitch moaned in response to it. “Would you like that?”
Mitch nodded frantically as his body shook with desire. “Oh, yes, I would.” Mitch hoped Kato could hear him because he barely heard himself.
Kato smiled and continued to stroke Mitch’s steel rod. “Good. I just wanted you to know that. Oh, and after I fuck you, the real fun will start, but first--”
Kato left his sentence unfinished as he returned to his knees and started to suck Mitch’s cock again. Mitch didn’t think he could get any harder, but with the capable hands and mouth that Kato possessed, he did. Kato pushed Mitch’s pants down from his knees to the floor and removed his feet. Kato’s warm hands moved around Mitch’s narrow hips and gripped each of his butt cheeks. His fingers dug into the firm flesh as he pushed Mitch’s cock deeper into his mouth. Each firm push brought Mitch closer to eruption as slow shuttery moans left his lips.
It was the beginning to the end and Kato knew it. He pressed two of his fingers against the small space underneath Mitch’s nut sac and Mitch’s cock head exploded inside his mouth. Kato’s small movement intensified Mitch’s orgasm tenfold and he screamed toward the ceiling as the orgasm rocked his body. Kato gripped his ass tighter and continued sucking Mitch’s erupting cock milking every drop from him.
Limp and exhausted Mitch started to slide down the wall. Kato’s firm grip moved to his lower back and guided him gently to the plush black carpet. As Mitch lay on the carpet catching his breath, Kato wiggled out of his jeans and climbed on top of him placing soft kisses along his jaw line, down his neck and across his chest. Kato’s cock lay long, hard and slender against Mitch’s stomach as he moved back up to his ear.
“Mmm, you felt so good in my mouth, Mitch. I swallowed every drop you gave me, too,” he said between kisses. “I could suck your cock all night,” he added with a soft growl. “But I’m so glad I didn’t. I want you to come when I’m buried up to my nuts deep inside your ass.”
Kato positioned his slender body between Mitch’s long well built legs and pushed them apart. Mitch’s breathing was still harsh and raspy and his legs still felt shaky. He couldn’t stop Kato if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to. It had been so long since he had been fucked that he thought he would die if Kato didn’t hurry up and do it. He opened his eyes to see Kato gripping his pale cock with the dark red tip. He pressed it forward to slide it up and down the crack of his ass, teasing the tight, puckered hole within. Mitch pressed his lips together and let his head fall back to the carpet.
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Tom chuckled and stepped out of Greg’s personal space. “I just wanted to tell you that I don’t have a significant other to rush back to. So, you need not worry about that. I’m not put out at all. I think we could have fun here, too. In fact, I’m glad we are stuck here together. It kinda feels like destiny to me.”
Greg merely nodded finding it hard to think. His gaze drifted from Thomas’s eyes to his mouth as he spoke. His lips looked so soft. Flashes of those lips on various parts of his body went through Greg’s mind. Holding his desire in check around this man was proving to be difficult. He closed his eyes tightly and turned to wipe something invisible from the counter.
“I’d like to get out of these wet pants if you wouldn’t mind. I had to stomp through lots of drifts to get here. Do you have a pair of sweats I could borrow until my pants dry?” Tom asked, giving him an opening.
“Yeah, be right back.” Relieved to be able to think again, Greg nodded and rushed from the kitchen.
“You can handle this,” he told himself, hurrying up the stairs. “Just get the man something to change into and go to bed. If you can make it through the night you’ll be fine.” He pulled his bag onto the bed. “You are on vacation at the one of best slopes in the country. That is why you are here, Gregorio…to ski, not for some snow-time booty call. So what if it’s spring time and all you can think about is mating? You are way too busy for that type of craziness in your life right now, Greg,” he mumbled. He dug through his bag.
“Perhaps if he were closer…. No! I’m the assistant to Max Factor for God’s sake! That man has my schedule so booked running around for him fitting in a time for a life will be almost impossible.” He yanked a tee shirt from the bag. “That’s why you don’t have one now, Greg.” His words sank into his brain and he sighed. “That and it never works out in the end.”
He snatched another pair of sweat pants and dropped the bag on the floor. “That’s it then. I don’t have time for this. I can just enjoy the man’s company and move on. Yup, that’s what I’m going to do.”
“What are you going to do, Greg?”
Greg jumped. He turned to see Tom in the doorway. He scanned his brain for a quick answer. “I found you a tee shirt and some sweats. I was about to bring them to you.
“Thanks,” Tom said, coming into the room. “If you want to stay while I change I could go slowly so you don’t miss anything,” he added, his sinister smile turning into a teasing one.
Greg pushed the clothes into Tom’s hand and eased pass him. “No, that’s okay. I’ll wait down stairs.”
Greg pulled the door closed behind him shutting in Tom’s laughter. He hurried down the stairs and sat on the couch, but didn’t stay long. On his feet again, he ran his hands through his dark hair and paced the floor, wringing his hands.
“What’s the matter with you, Greg? You are behaving like a teenage boy in heat. It’s not like you haven’t been around a handsome man before,” he mumbled and then stopped in his tracks. He closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath as he pressed the air down with his palms. Suddenly he smiled and returned calmly to the sofa. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes again.
“Ahhh,” Greg said softly.
A short while later he felt a hand rest on his left shoulder. Greg’s eyes popped opened to see Tom extending a glass of wine.
“I thought we could have a glass of wine together. My sister always puts a bottle in every cabin in case the occupants are celebrating something. I thought maybe we could have some and relax. I hope you don’t mind a semi-sweet red.”
He accepted the glass. Tom came around to sit on the sofa opposite him. Greg opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat.
How could a man look so damn sexy in just a tee shirt and sweats?
Greg felt his mouth go dry. He looked Tom over and gulped the wine. They were not the same size or width. Tom was taller and slimmer than Greg was, but Tom’s broad shoulders made the shirt stretch smoothly across his chest and rise up over the sweats that fit low on his slender hips. The combination gave Greg peeks of the curly blond hair just below his pelvis.
“Do you like it?” Tom asked sitting.
Greg nodded immediately, but Tom gave him a questioning look. His eyes widened with comprehension and he took a quick sip of the wine. “Uh, yes, it’s delicious.”
Tom nodded and sipped his own.
Greg felt the intensity of Tom’s stare again and tried to distract him with chatter.
“So, have you been snowed in before up here?”
“Yeah, a few times, but it’s hardly ever bad. The snow comes and goes pretty quickly around here.”
“So what do people usually do when they get snowed in?”
“At the lodges there is plenty to do. Each has several game rooms, a restaurant and bar so lots of mixing and mingling goes on. It’s sometimes better to be snowed in.”
“Well that’s just great for the people at the lodges. What do the people in the cabins do when they are snowed in?” he asked.
“Oh, well, those people usually just stay inside, snuggle up and kill the time by having a lot of really hot sex,” he answered innocently.
Greg’s eyes grew to saucer size as he looked at Tom over his glass.
“Or so I’ve heard,” Tom added with a shrug and muffled his laughter with another sip of wine.
Visions of him topping Tom danced before his eyes making his cock throb mercilessly. He could almost see the air around them pop with sexual tension. Struggling already to steady his quickening heartbeat, the visions did not help at all, but affected him so much that he had to bring his legs back up to the sofa to cover the obvious evidence.
He tilted the glass to his mouth again, but only one drop of the wine fell from it. Tom’s soft laughter drifted through Greg’s haze to his ears. Tom locked his gaze onto Greg holding him in place, and Greg watched him move closer. Leaning toward him, Tom reached out and ran his thumb across Greg’s lips to catch the drop of wine without breaking his gaze.
Greg pressed his lips together to stop from sucking Tom’s thumb into his mouth. His mouth dropped opened as he watched Tom suck the wine off his thumb seductively. Long intense moments passed before Tom moved even closer to him. Finally, he fastened his mouth over Greg’s. Tom’s tongue slipped between his lips and Greg found that he couldn’t suppress the moan of pleasure that vibrated from his throat.
Damn. Nobody should taste this good.
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Going up the stairs he stopped short as he looked up directly into a pair of amazing, sparkling blue eyes on a familiar face of a man exiting the restroom. Both of their mouths dropped open and then quickly closed. For what seemed like a long time they stared at each other, and then a small smile touched the man’s sweet rosy lips.
Holy shit, it’s him!
They continued to stare at each other for what felt like an eternity before Soren managed to smile back. A group of women started up the stairs behind the wall, talking loudly. His attention was taken from the handsome man as he watched them come around the corner and rush pass him. When he turned his attention back to the man he was gone and Soren’s mouth dropped open again. He rushed up the stairs and into the restroom, but he wasn’t there.
“Damn.”
After using the restroom Soren washed his hands then hesitantly bent down to look under the stalls. Not seeing any feet he snatched the paper towel from the holder and walked out.
“Psst!”
He moved to throw the towel away, but his hand stopped in mid air. Slowly he turned toward the calling sound and saw his mystery man sitting on the forbidden stairs leading to the blocked off balcony. He finished his toss throwing the towel away, but didn’t move.
The man called him over with a nod of his head.
Soren knew this game and liked it. He shook his head negatively.
The man stood up giving Soren a better look at him. It was they same guy alright. All his doubts faded at the sight of a full body look of him. He was beautiful, tanned and sexy. His casual lean on the banister made his dark blue jeans hug his full thighs and push against his impressive bulge seductively. That was the same bulge he felt pressing into his ass last month. He wondered if he was as skilled with it as he was with his hands. The memories sent shivers down his back and he could feel the first stirrings of arousal in his dick.
Soren continued to scan his body hungrily. The jeans hugged his long legs nicely and the tee shirt was smooth across his rounded pecs showing off his firm abs and large biceps. Soren reversed his gaze before he outwardly started to salivate and before he knew it his eyes were locked on the sexy stranger’s eyes once more.
The man watched Soren check him out with out a word. When Soren’s eyes returned to his he smiled giving him the ‘come hither’ finger. Soren wrapped his arms around his chest and then shook his head again. The man chuckled and held onto the railing as he leaned out as far as he could with a playful smile. He held out his hand reaching out to Soren asking him to come with his whole hand this time.
More laughter came from down the stairs. Soren moved to look around the corner then returned his attention back to the man and his ‘come hither’ became more insistent. Soren peeked around the corner again to see the women coming up the final steps to the restroom. He ducked back into the bathroom and stood against the wall.
What the hell am I doing? Am I really thinking of going that far with some strange guy…with a sexy body…and amazing eyes…that has already made me feel good?
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It wasn’t a very large room. The only other furniture in the room besides the bed was an antique looking chair near the wall and a small chest next to it. Simon’s gaze lingered on the chest as he rose.
“I see you have discovered the toy box,” someone said behind him before he could open the chest.
He gasped quietly at the silky deep voice. It caressed his ears and left goose bumps on his skin. He was almost afraid to turn around, but slowly he did so.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? A sexy little
Simon gasped again. The man that stood at the door was huge and absolutely stunning. He towered over Simon and was twice as wide, too. He wore a t-shirt with extra large arm holes that gave his powerful biceps room to maneuver and gave him peeks of a muscular torso. The dark blue jeans he wore were loose fitting but did nothing to hide the large muscles in the legs beneath them. His skin was as dark and smooth as the most expensive dark chocolate Simon had ever eaten. The man’s bald head was smooth with a dull shine from the dim lighting of the room and his goatee was trimmed perfectly around his full lips and chin. Simon’s mouth went dry as his gaze continued to fall over the man’s masculine beauty and to his amazement he managed to keep his mouth closed.
“Don’t worry about what is in the toy box, China Doll. We’ll get to that later. My name is Raheem and I cannot wait to hear you scream it at the top of your lungs.”
Simon’s eyes widened and his mouth moved, but no words came out. He saw the man walking to him, and his fear and excitement grew together. His heart beat so hard in his chest he thought it would burst through his rib cage. The man stopped right in front of him, so close that he had to raise his head to keep eye contact. His sensual aura was astonishing as it wrapped itself around him.
This man is made of raw sex appeal and damn if he doesn’t smell good, too!
“What’s your name, China Doll?”
“My- my name is S-Simon.”
The man smiled showing perfect white teeth. “That’s nice. I like that, Simon, but tonight you’re going to be my little China Doll,” he said and caressed his face.
A chill of anticipation went down Simon’s back at the man’s touch. He licked his lips and swallowed to wet his dry mouth and finally found his voice.
“Okay.”
Artis chuckled slapping his friend five and then took his place at the end of the line. After almost two hours Artis could feel his heart pumping faster as only one person separated him from Kris. He looked fantastic. His hair was long, grazing across his broad shoulders and hung in thick damp strands. The white tank top that clung to his slender body invitingly was half tucked into his dark jeans and he held his jacket to his leg. Leaning against his bike he held the woman in his arms and gave the photographer one of his amazing smiles. When the picture was taken the woman rushed over to the photographer and waited for the picture to come from the printer. She returned to the table with the glossy photo of them and a pen. Kris signed the picture and handed back to her. She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the tent. With a few deep breaths, Artis stepped up for his turn and stopped at the table. Kris looked up at him and smiled.
“Artie? Is that you?”
Artis let out a shocked breath and his heart swelled within his chest. His chest rose and fell so fast he could hardly get any air into his lungs. He tried to answer him, but he could barely breathe.
Kris left the bike and walked around the table to him. “Oh my God, it is you,” he said happily. He wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around Artis’s waist and pulled him into a hug. “I was hoping I got the chance to see you while I was here.”
Artis melted in his embrace. Although he was stunned at the turn of events he recovered quickly and returned his hug, loving every minute of it.
“I didn’t think you would remember me,” he finally whispered.
“Remember you? Oh, my God, are you kidding? I could never forget you!” he exclaimed holding his shoulders, laughing. He turned to Ralph full of excitement. “Ralph, this is my best friend, Artis. He lives here in town. We went to school together.”
“Hey,” was all Ralph said from behind the camera.
“Come on, Artie, let’s take a picture.”
Artis was elated. Kris remembered him and he was about to take a picture sitting on his bike and what a bike it was! The royal blue, Kawasaki Ninja was still dusty from the ride that made Kris eligible for the official race the next day. Artis slowly ran his hand over the crotch rocket as the memory from his first ride on a motorcycle came to mind.
“Go ahead and get up there, Artie. I know you want to,” Kris offered with a sly grin nudging him.
He didn’t hesitate to take Kris up on his offer and threw his leg over the powerful vehicle. A rush of adrenaline surged through him as he gripped the handles. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip.
“Take the picture, Ralph,” he heard Kris say through his heady daze.
After the bright flash he felt the bike drop from extra weight and his eyes popped open. To his amazement he felt Kris’ arms slip around his waist and his cock surged to life.
“Take this shot, too, Ralph. We would have had one like this years ago when I took him on his first ride, but no one was around to take the picture,” Kris explained.
His stunned face was surely captured on film. Kris’ arms around him for a second time was more than he could imagine would happen when he woke today only hoping to just talk to him. It was a dream come true. For years he wondered what it would feel like being held by his strong arms. Now he knew and it was wonderful. Strong and muscular, holding him close without crushing him and Kris’ face and torso was pressing into his back…mmm. An erotic shiver went through his body leaving behind a tingling sensation. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling. It was something he would never forget…and then it was gone.
“Did you get that it, Ralph? I want two copies of that one,” Kris said sliding off the back of the bike.
“Yeah, I got it,” Ralph replied staring at the printer waiting for the digital prints to come out.
He handed the photos to Kris who lingered over them before returning to Artis. “Here you go Artie.”
Reluctantly Artis threw his leg over the bike and stepped away from it. “Thanks.”
“Did you watch me qualify?”
“Of course I did,” he answered smiling. “You were amazing.”
“We have so much to talk about, Artie. There’s so much I want to tell you. So much has happened since we last saw each other.”
“Kris, they’re looking for us,” Ralph said with his phone to his ear.
“Okay, Ralph. What are you doing tonight, Artie?”
Artis’ eyes widened. “I—I, umm, nothing, well, nothing important.”
“Great! They are giving a party for the racers tonight at our hotel. They let us invite a date, but since I don’t have one you can come with me and we can catch up.”
“Uh, okay.”
“Kris, let’s go,” Ralph urged closing his camera bags.
Kris rushed around the table and pushed his bike upright releasing the kick stand. “We are downtown at the Conrad. The party starts at
“Uh…”
“So I’ll see you tonight, right? Don’t be late. I can’t wait to see you--and dress up. Magazine people will be there,” he said cheerfully following Ralph from the tent leaving him with one of his killer grins and a wink.
Artis stood in the empty tent trying to absorb how much his life had changed in a matter of minutes. A slow smile touched his lips as he looked on the picture. Kris was holding him and smiling brightly and he didn’t look like some wide eyed stunned fool taking a picture with the great Kristopher Knight. He pressed the picture to his chest and laughed before putting it into his back pocket.
“This day turned out way better than I expected,” he said as he finally left the tent.
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What the hell?
He tried dislodging himself, but couldn’t. Whatever covered him was soft, but there was a lot of it from the weight on top of him. He tried wiggling his hands and feet and realized, to his relief, that he was unbound. Testing his limits more, he noticed overall motion and that his position was painful. His body was folded uncomfortably into a space not big enough for a man his size and the movement made it worse.
After a short while the motions stopped. Dante strained his ears trying to pinpoint where he was or what was going on. To his surprise he could feel the load of softness lighten. When his head was uncovered completely he blinked a few times to take in his surroundings. He laid on the floor in the backseat of a car, his body covered in coats and jackets. Dante looked up past the arm that was still removing the coats into the face of Magnus. He gazed down at him with his silvery eyes sparkling and his handsome features soften when a small smile touched his sensual lips.
"Are you all right? How do you feel?" he asked.
When Magnus uncovered Dante’s arms, he helped to remove the rest of the coats from his body and Magnus pulled him from the car.
"I think I’m okay," Dante finally replied. “Where are we?”
“I’ve brought you back to my house to rest. You will be safe here.”
Dante nodded, rubbing his arms. He twisted and looked back into the car. “That backseat is not made for a man my size.”
Magnus laughed softly and the sound compelled Dante to smile.
“No, it’s not. I’m sorry I had to stuff you back there but it was the closest vehicle to the building. I couldn’t waste time getting to my car. I wanted to cover your scent as quickly as possible with as many coats as I could from the coatroom.” Magnus openly looked him over. “Are you cold, Dante?”
Dante looked down at his naked body. His nipples were hard, goose bumps covered his skin and his cock had shriveled to an embarrassing size seeking warmth. Before he could answer, Magnus reached into the car, pulled out a dark trench coat and handed it to him. As he donned it, Magnus turned to walk away from him and Dante followed.
“What did you mean when you said my scent, Magnus?”
"They have marked you, Dante, so they can smell you and will be able to track you. With all the different scents coming from all the different people who own those coats they couldn't detect your presence in the car or smell your scent. I decided to bring you to my house because it would buy me some time and it is the only place I could keep you safe." His eyes drifted over to Dante from top to bottom. "They were not so willing to let such a beautiful sacrifice get away."
Magnus’ gaze was filled with obvious lust and it made Dante’s cock jump.
"Do you think they are still after me?"
Magnus gave him a slight shake of his head. "Not those particular ones. I've taken care of them, but yes, there will be others that will come for you."
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