Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Exposure - Chapter Three

I thought I'd give you all a smattering of my favourite chapters from the books I've written over the past few years. They will give you an idea of what my books are like and I'll put a buy link at the bottom of each post, in case you want to read more...

BlurbWhen 23 year-old Jeremy Trask wanders into Martin Lewis’ photography studio one bleak October day and requests photos for a modeling portfolio, neither man is prepared for the immediate and intense attraction between them.  What follows is a series of progressively intimate encounters that leads them on a scintillating erotic journey together.  But Jeremy has a secret.  Will his revelation destroy the bourgeoning intimacy between them?  Or will Martin rise to the challenge of loving a ‘less than perfect’ man?

Chapter Three - Fixation

That night I could think of nothing but Jeremy’s mouth and his beautiful cock. I almost had trouble believing that the afternoon’s events had actually occurred, except that I could still feel his mouth on me and remember how his cock tasted. It was hopeless.

I ended up stroking myself to climax again so I could get some sleep. But I was still too excited to avoid waking up several times during the night. He was coming back at 10:00 this morning, ostensibly for another photo shoot, but I didn’t know what to expect. Would I actually take any pictures? Or would we just do what we both obviously wanted to do, without the pretense?

I showered and dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a long sleeve, blue cotton t-shirt, my standard weekend garb. I wanted to be relaxed and comfortable. I even decided to leave my feet bare. I stood at the window, drinking my coffee, watching for him. My cock hardened in anticipation of what the morning would bring. When he rounded the corner and started down McLeod I dumped my coffee and took the stairs two at a time.

I opened the door while he strode along the street and he saw me and waved. I waved back. He looked as hot as usual, and this time gave me the most obvious eye-fuck when he neared me.

“Jesus, you look great,” he said.

I moved back to let him in. He stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and suddenly had me up against the wall, kissing me deeply. I felt his hard-on pressing against me and I’m sure he felt mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth. I moaned and sucked it in.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said against my lips as he kissed me.

I kissed him back furiously, wanting to rip off his clothes and fuck him right here. He pulled away and took off his jacket, throwing it on the stairs.

“Come upstairs,” I said desperately.

He shook his head and took my hand, leading me into the studio. “There’s something I want to do first.”

I followed him and watched as he started stripping in front of the chaise, which was where we had left it yesterday. Okay, I like where this is going. He whipped his shirt off and bent to untie his boots.

“Do you think I look good enough to be an underwear model?” He pulled off his boots and socks and unbuttoned his jeans.

“You don’t wear underwear…” I said, staring at him, my dick turning to steel.

He grinned. “I did today.” He pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them. Sure enough, he was wearing a pair of grey and blue horizontally striped boxer briefs. They hugged his hips and outlined the swell of his erect cock beautifully.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathed. If I’d thought he was good looking in his clothes, he was a fucking God without them in just the boxers. “And you’re expecting me to take pictures?” I said doubtfully.

He winked at me. He sat on the edge of the chaise, putting his boots back on but leaving them untied. “Oh, come on, Martin. I can’t wait to see what you can do with this.” He leaned back and rubbed himself through the boxers. “Trust me, you’ll be generously rewarded…”

I gulped. “You’re trying to kill me.”

He shook his head. “I’m not. I want you very much alive.” He leaned back into the position from yesterday and put a boot-clad foot up on the seat. “I just enjoy driving you crazy.”

I put a hand over my eyes, blocking the view momentarily, and tried to calm myself the fuck down. He wanted me to take pictures of him like this and he wanted to drive me crazy. Well, this will do it. “I’ll do my best, but I can’t promise anything.” I put my hand down.  “Do you have any idea how hot you look like that?!”

“Well, the way you’re reacting speaks volumes. Do I look that good?” he asked innocently.

“Fuck. Jeremy, you know exactly what you’re doing to me…”

He reached down and rubbed himself again, gazing at me without shame. “Yes, I do…and I suggest you start taking pictures, Martin. Otherwise, it’s going to be a long morning.”

I swore again and rubbed my own aching erection through my jeans. He was going to kill me. There was hardly any blood left in my brain right now. Still, I found his offer of a reward very motivating. I went to the tripod and turned on my camera. “I’ve never taken pictures of anyone in their underwear before,” I admitted. A good thing seeing as I mostly dealt with families and young children.

“I’ve never posed in my underwear before,” Jeremy said. “But I’m really enjoying it so far.”

I gave him a look and adjusted the focus. Actually, this wasn’t too bad. Concentrating on getting some professional looking shots took my mind off of other things. Until I realized that I suddenly had control of this little adventure.

“Why don’t you get on your hands and knees on the chaise, facing that way.” I gestured to the left.

He grinned. “Yes, sir.” He immediately got into the position I’d suggested.

“Oh, yes,” I murmured, lining up the shot and clicking away with enthusiasm. I might as well enjoy myself. I knew I would get some amazing photos from this session. Would he think it weird if I wallpapered my bedroom with them? “Now, straighten up so you’re kneeling there, and let your arms hang at your sides. Yes. Now look at me…”

“Martin,” he said quietly as I took the shots. “I like it when you tell me what to do.”

I stopped shooting, my heart beating rapidly. “Turn and face the back of the chaise,” I said, my voice even more commanding. “Stay on your knees.”

He did as directed. I didn’t say anything, just took some shots. Then I shut the camera off. I could hear Jeremy’s heavy breathing in the quiet of the room. He waited for what I would do. He couldn’t see me and I knew that turned him on.

I stripped off my shirt and let it fall to the floor. I walked slowly towards him. Now I had control and he was vulnerable. It was a delicious feeling and perhaps he’d planned it all along.

I stopped near him. My eyes raked over his glorious form. He was breathing hard and trembling in anticipation. I lifted my left hand and laid it on his ass cheek. He started to turn his head toward me. “Eyes forward, Jeremy.”

“Yes, sir.”

I stroked my hand over his ass and down his leg. He really had superb musculature. Not too beefy or anything, but well defined. “Do you work out?” I asked as I caressed his legs with two hands now.


“It shows.” I ran one hand up the inside of his thigh to his groin and lightly over the swell of his balls and the curve of his hard cock.

“Shit,” he whispered.

I stroked him gently over the soft cotton of his underwear. He gripped the back of the chaise tightly as my hands moved over him.

“Mmm. That feels so good.”

I loved it when he said my name. This little game was turning me on so much I had to get him upstairs. I removed my hands. “Turn around.”

He backed off the chaise and stood up, turning to face me. His lips parted and his eyes were dark with excitement. I could see how turned on he was and how much he wanted me. All the nervousness and insecurity left me. I took his face gently between my hands and moved forward so that our bodies were touching. “What do you want to do, Jeremy?” I asked, staring into his hooded brown gaze. Our lips were almost touching.

“Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want.”

I could barely hear him.

“Will you let me fuck you?” I said. “Because I really want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you since you walked through that door two days ago.”

He nodded. “You can fuck me until the goddamn sun comes up, Martin.”

I moaned and our mouths came together hungrily, desperately. His hands wound into my hair, holding me to him. Our tongues dove and danced together as we surrendered to our intense passions. We kissed like that for several minutes. Then I pulled away and slid down to my knees. I kissed his cock through his boxers and bent down to tie the laces on his boots. I looked up at him and winked at the dazed expression on his face.

“I want you upstairs,” I explained breathlessly. “And I am not letting you out of these fucking boots.” I finished doing up one boot and bent to kiss it before tying the other one.

“You look really hot down there,he murmured, watching as I finished the other one. I kissed it as well. I pushed myself up and kissed him quickly, grabbing his hand. “Come on…”

We almost ran up the stairs, breathless and eager to get on with what we both needed. Once we were inside my apartment, I shut the door and locked it. I turned toward him. God, he looked unbelievable in the boxer briefs and black boots. I grabbed him and started kissing him frantically again, backing him toward the bedroom. I kicked the door wider and moved him into the room. I was just about to push him gently onto the bed when he grabbed my arms and turned me around. I fell on the bed under him. The balance of power had shifted again.

He lifted my hands above my head and held them there, devouring me with his kisses. I moaned and rocked my hips against him, desperate for friction. He smiled and ground down against me. “You seem,” he said between kisses, “a tad…overdressed.”

His mouth left my lips and he trailed soft, wet kisses along my chin, down my neck, and over my chest. His hands glided down my arms and sides. He unbuttoned my jeans as he found one of my nipples with his mouth. He sucked on it and the pleasure jolted through me.

“Now look who’s not wearing underwear.” Jeremy shook his head in mock disapproval. He pulled my cock out of my jeans and rubbed it gently, making me moan and buck into his hand. He tsked. “What would your mother say?”

I couldn’t help laughing and got up on my elbows to watch him. “I don’t think it’s the lack of underwear that would disturb her.”

He grinned and let go of my cock, grabbing my jeans and yanking them down. I pulled my legs free. He threw the jeans aside and crawled back over me.

“Now who’s overdressed?” I said as he rubbed his boxer-clad erection against my bare, leaking member.

“Well, you wanted my boots to stay on and I can’t take my underwear off over them, so you’ll have to figure something out.” He moved down my body again and found my cock with his lips, kissing the tip and licking the moisture from it teasingly.

“Oh, fuck,” I muttered as it jerked in response. He grabbed me firmly in one hand and engulfed me between his wet lips. I went to heaven. “Oh God…oh fuck…I think I’m in love with your mouth…”

He sucked firmly and slid off with a smack. “That’s okay. My mouth is in love with your gorgeous cock.” He swirled his tongue around the head, making me groan. “I could do this all day.”

I watched him suck and tease me. It was so hot. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful man was in my bed. But I didn’t want to come in his mouth this time. “Stop,” I said. “Jeremy, you’re gonna make me come and I really want to fuck you.”

He stopped right away, looking up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes, still holding my cock in his warm hand. “Where do you want me?”

Oh fuck yeah. “On your hands and knees on the bed.” I moved over so he could get in position. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I thought I might blow my fucking load before I even got inside him. He looked so fucking good on his hands and knees with the underpants and boots on. I think I whimpered at the sight of him. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes dark and hooded with lust. “Come on, baby,he said. “I am so fucking ready, you have no idea.”

I moved around behind him, trembling with anticipation. I grabbed his hips and rubbed myself against his muscular ass. Then I took the waistband of his boxers and pulled them quickly down, letting out a surprised gasp.

“Fuck. Me.” I stared in ecstasy at the shiny flat piece of steel nestled between his cheeks.

“Surprise.He wiggled his butt playfully.

“You’ve been wearing that the whole time…” I said, hard as a rock and loving the sight before me.

“Mm hm.”

“Cheeky little bastard,” I said with affection. “That is so fucking hot.” I grabbed the base of the plug and moved it gently from side to side, making him groan in pleasure.

“Martin…” he moaned, “I need you…”

I let go of the plug and leaned over to my bedside table, practically ripping the drawer out. I grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom and quickly, hastily prepared myself. When I was ready, I eased the plug out of him, causing him to groan again. I applied a copious amount of lube to him as well. He gasped. Since the plug had already stretched him I pressed the head of my cock to his entrance and pushed in slowly.

We both groaned loudly as I eased in all the way. I stopped when I was fully inside him. Even though it was killing me not to move, I knew he needed to adjust to my size and length to be comfortable. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “You feel so good inside me…”

I moaned and kept still, though sweat beaded on my forehead. He shook his head from side to side. “Fuck me…Please, fuck me…”

I straightened up and grabbed his hips. “Absolutely.” I started moving in and out of him slowly. It was fucking heaven. His tight passage squeezed my cock deliciously.

“Oh yeah.” He gripped the bedspread tightly in his fists. “Oh, fuck! That feels so good.”

“You like that?” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut and focusing on the sensations. “Cause I fucking love it.” He whimpered and pushed back against me. “Touch me,” he pleaded. “I need to come so bad…”

I let go of his hip with one still slippery hand and reached underneath him, wrapping it around his hard cock and pumping back and forth in time with our movements. He was hard as steel. He had been teased by the plug and our games for so long that after only a few firm strokes he came hard, shaking and shooting all over his belly, my hand, and the bed. The noise he made was something between a groan and a cry.  I could feel his passage spasming around me as I pounded him harder, hastening my own release. When his orgasm waned he started pushing back against me again, helping me, milking me, until I climaxed inside him with a strangled moan. We collapsed on the bed, trembling and exhausted.

I rolled off him, pulling out carefully and disposing of the condom. Then I just lay there staring up at the stippled ceiling, dazed and spent and completely mind-fucked by the whole experience.

After several moments, during which we both tried to catch our breaths, I felt his arm snake across my chest. He snuggled against my side, sticky and warm and sweaty. I turned to look at him. He seemed content and sated, smiling lazily at my obviously astounded expression. “What?” he said, stroking my chest affectionately and kissing my shoulder.

“What are you doing with me?” I searched his eyes for any hint of an ulterior motive.

“Well, right now I’m basking in the afterglow of a deliciously satisfying orgasm.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “What are you doing?”

I blinked. “I’m trying to think of what I could have done to deserve this. To deserve you.”

He laughed, like he couldn’t believe what I was saying. “What? Don’t you realize how talented and sweet and hot you are, Martin?”

I closed my eyes, unable to believe him.  “If that’s true, why has it been a year and a half since I’ve been with anyone?” I asked, embarrassed.

“Um, maybe because you have high standards? I’d like to think that’s it.”

I opened my eyes and stared at him, the simplicity of his statement a revelation. He was right. I could have spent every weekend at the clubs, picking up men and bringing them home to fuck. But, while at one point in my life that had been an interesting pastime, it proved ultimately unsatisfying and pointless.

“It’s been about a year for me too, you know. Does that make me a loser?”

I laughed. “Really?”

He nodded. “I happen to have extremely high standards. In fact, you’ve only passed the first interview so far.” He lifted himself up on his elbow and winked at me. “With flying colors, I might add. Now, if you’re lucky, I’ll be calling you back for the three-day intensive session.”

“Very funny,” I said. “You really think I’m hot?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Martin. I just had your beautiful cock in my ass and blew a massive load all over your bedspread and myself. What do you think?”

I felt my poor cock twitch. He was right. What other proof did I want?

“Besides,” he said, “Do you think I’d wear that plug all morning for just anybody?”

I stared at him and goddamn it if I wasn’t getting hard again already. “I don’t know you.” I murmured.

He kissed me tenderly and pulled back. “So, get to know me.”

I looked down, then back up at him. “Have dinner with me.”

He grinned. “Okay.” He rolled over and bent to untie his boots. His underwear was still around his knees. He looked adorable. “But first, I need a shower. Join me?”


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