Saturday, June 29, 2013

Happy Birthday To Me!!!

Great Birthday present for me that I can share with all of you - Apartment 1209 is finally up for free at Goodreads!

Henry Crocket, an industrious twenty year-old who works three jobs and goes to college, accidentally misplaces the key to his apartment one fateful afternoon. When rescued by his attractive neighbour, Ryan, he wonders if his days of being alone are over. He soon discovers that the older man is involved in a world out of Henry's darkest fantasies. Will he run? Or will he finally confront the deepest truths about himself?


You can read it here, or download it here.

Monday, June 24, 2013

Beyond The Edge - Chapter Six (Shopping Trip)

Blurb: Tate Mackenzie has signed on for a weekend of kinky fun at the hands of respected Dom, James Lucas.  However, James has invited another man, twenty-four year-old Sebastian Doucette, to join in. Thrown together under James’ expert tutelage, the two men experience an instant attraction and begin a tentative relationship on their own time. But James hasn't been entirely honest with the boys and soon Tate finds himself the focus of two infatuated men. How will he choose the man he wants or the lifestyle he desires to pursue?


When I got downstairs, Sebastian lay sprawled on the sofa in blue plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt, watching TV. My poor hard cock twitched at that delectable sightfreshly showered, damp-haired, sexy blond boy. I knew James' restriction on climaxing was still in place for me so I hadn't dared rub one out in the shower. He had hidden cameras all over this place. Plus, he would just know.
Sebastian smiled and blushed when he saw me. God, he was so cute! He sat up straighter on the couch. “Hi Tate.”
“Hey,” I said, sitting next to him. It was hard not to touch him or kiss him, because I wanted to, so much.
He stared at me, like he was thinking the same thing.
“I really…”
“Thanks for…”
We both started talking at the same time, then stopped, laughing.
“You first,” he said to me.
“I really hope you're enjoying yourself,” I said with a grin. “'Cause I'm having a great time.”
He blushed more and nodded. “Jesus, do you even have to ask? I wanted to thank you for not being upset that James brought me in. I mean, I know it was just gonna be you and him, and maybe you wanted that?”
I shook my head. “It's fine. It's good. It's fucking great actually. I didn't really know what to expect at first, but I'm fucking loving this. I get to be with two really attractive men. And I like being ordered around, especially when it involves fucking a beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed boy. Even if I don't get to come.”
His eyebrows knit together. “I'm really sorry I made you come in the shower.”
I laughed. “Sebastian, don't be sorry. Yeah, I screwed up but…it was kinda worth it.” I stared into his blue eyes. “Felt really, really good.” I grinned.
He smiled back at me. “For me too. And later, I mean, holy shit! I don't think I've ever come so hard. Ever.”
I nodded, picking up the remote and turning the TV back on. “Well, James is very good at what he does.”
We flipped channels in companionable silence until the doorbell rang. James had given me some money for the pizza guy, so I paid and brought the paper plates, soda water, and pizza into the family room. We were both starving so it didn't take us long to polish off a large vegetarian. James didn't believe in processed meats.
We lounged and watched TV, and Sebastian fell asleep. It took all my control not to snuggle against him or touch his face, but I knew James would keep an eye on us.
At ten forty-five pm I woke him up. James had instructed me to sleep in his room tonight and I had to be there by eleven. Sebastian would sleep in the guest room. Although part of me thrilled to the prospect of sleeping with James, I knew that it meant I'd be easy access for his prodigious appetites through the night. I doubted he would let me come until tomorrow, if even then so I quite possibly had a long, tortuous night ahead of me.
I said goodnight to Sebastian and headed upstairs

In the middle of the night, James woke me with a hard push.
“Wake up, Tate.”
I opened my eyes. I tried to rub them and quickly realized that my wrists were tied to the headboard. Uh huh. Figures. I could hardly see a thing in the darkness but James' shadow loomed above me.
“Bend your knees.”
I did as instructed, my mind still hazy with sleep, and felt his lubed fingers on my ass. My neglected cock started to harden again. I moaned quietly as he pushed a couple of fingers inside.
“Oh yeah…your ass is so fine, my boy…”
He fingered me roughly, preparing me for his dick. I felt the desire rise in me as he treated me like his own personal fuck toy.
“It's lovely having a boy to serve me at my whim.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you enjoy serving me, Tate?”
“Yes, Sir.” Of course I enjoyed it. I fucking loved it.
I groaned as his dick pushed inside me and heard him gasp as it filled me.
“Oh…fuck…” he said, then hissed with the pleasure of it.
His cock felt so big. I grimaced as he began moving back and forth, in and out. It hurt a bit but I knew it would feel really good very soon, and maybe he'd let me come if I behaved myself.
Since I couldn't really see anything, I closed my eyes, concentrating on the noises he made as he had his way with me. I loved that he derived so much pleasure from claiming me as his boy.
This was my service to him.
He fucked me for a long time, the pleasure surprising me with its intensity. I kept getting really close and pulling futilely at my bonds as I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hand around my poor cock and pull the juice out of it. But I couldn't. And James, aware of my frustration, used his skill and patience to torture me for what must have been almost an hour. Finally, he couldn't contain himself any longer.
“I'm… I'm gonna come inside you, Tate…”
I whimpered and nodded frantically.
“Aaahhhfuck! I'm coming…I'm coming…” He groaned as he filled me up. He kept fucking me until his orgasm faded.
When he pulled his softening cock out of me I made a sad little noise.
“You liked that, didn't you, Tate?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He found my cock with his hand in the darkness, touching it gently, and I moaned in frustration.
“Oh, yes. You really did.”
I couldn't be quiet any longer. “Please let me come, Sir.”
He laughed. “Why should I?”
“I'm so hard…I'm so fucking horny…”
“I know you are. That's how I like you.”
“Please, Sir…” I pulled at my bonds again and thrust up into empty air. “Please, get me off…please, please, please… I won't be able to go back to sleep…”
I felt his body against my side and his face close to mine. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could see better. “If I do, will you behave yourself tomorrow?”
I nodded. “Yes, I'll be good…I'll be so good…”
He chuckled. Soon I felt his hand on my face, covering my mouth. Then one of his fingers pushed at my lips. I opened, taking his long, thick finger inside my mouth, sucking it and massaging it with my tongue, moaning long and low.
“Oh, you are desperate, aren't you?”
I nodded again.
He moved his hand from my mouth, drifting it down over my chin and neck, chest and belly. I whimpered again as it approached my cock, and when it wrapped around me, I made a noise. He began stroking me slowly, sending intense waves of pleasure through my whole body. He was going to make me come.
I gasped and groaned, feeling the pleasure build and build, until I was on the cusp of it. Then he stopped and took his hand off me. My dick throbbed and twitched, waiting for him to resume, but he didn't. I made a desperate sound.
He clicked his tongue. “Quiet. You should have controlled yourself better yesterday. I might have got you off just now. But I feel like you need a little more punishment for the lesson to sink in.”
“But…Sir…” I gasped, devastated that he would leave me like this.
He ignored me, grabbing a towel from the bedside table to wipe himself off. He gently cleaned me up before tossing it into the hamper. Then he turned my face to his and kissed me soundly.
“Good night, Tate. Sweet dreams.”
He turned onto his side, away from me. I lay there breathing heavily for awhile. Nothing I said or did would change his mind. I knew that. He'd not undone my wrists, so I had to stay in this position for the rest of the night, my dick aching for release, my heart crying for some affection. I really thought he'd get me off and I almost wanted to cry. I pulled, frustrated, against the ropes, just to do something. I heard James chuckle.
“Go to sleep, Tate,he said in a tired voice.

I dreamed of hot horny men taking turns fucking me. So many men came in my ass I lost count and I felt their combined spunk dripping down my thighs, soaking my skin. When one of them grabbed my dick and jerked it roughly, I climaxed with a yell, shaking and spurting everywhere…
I woke up breathing hard and feeling really really good. After a couple of moments I knew why. My dick still throbbed with the aftershocks of orgasm, and I could feel the coolness of the wet jizz on my belly.
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
The lingering euphoria faded quickly as I realized my predicament.  I pulled against my bindings as if there was a way to get loose. I turned my head only to see James sleeping soundly beside me.
I am so dead.
I let my body relax, trying to return to the place of peace I’d know upon waking, and wondering what I'd gotten myself in for. James would not be pleased when he woke up and saw what had occurred. What would the punishment be for this? I spent the next twenty minutes imaging all kinds of scenarios. When I heard movement beside me, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his disappointment.
I felt him get out of bed and heard him turn on the lamp. He yawned, then there was silence. I wondered what he was doing, so I opened one eye to see.
He stood there, staring at my flaccid dick and smeared belly with an amused look on his face. “Oh dear,he said.
I blushed. “I'm so sorry, Sir.”
“Sometimes I forget how young you still are, Tate.”
I nodded, so humiliated and embarrassed.
“You know I'll have to punish you for this.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He untied my wrists and told me to shower then meet him upstairs. “We'll let Sebastian sleep a little longer.”
“Yes, Sir.”

Up in the sunny loft, he strapped me over the spanking bench and paddled my ass for about fifteen minutes, showing me how disappointed he'd been. Then he tied me to the cross and flogged me for another fifteen. When he'd done he made me crawl on the floor and kiss his feet, promising that it wouldn't happen again.
To ensure that it wouldn't, he locked me into chastity for the rest of the day. Possibly for the rest of the weekend, but I didn't want to think about that.

Afterwards, he woke Sebastian and had us make him breakfast, then feed ourselves, before giving us a list of purchases and sending us on an embarrassing and humiliating errand. It seemed that James needed some personal items for our weekend and, rather than getting them himself, he would make us do the dirty work. It was all part of the submissive experience, and I can't say that part of me didn't feel a delightful little thrill when I perused the items on the list. My ass and back were sore from my punishment but it only served to remind me that James owned me for the entire weekend. The steel cage on my dick helped with that too.
Sebastian didn't own a car, so we used mine. Our first stop was the big Shoppers Drug Mart on Bank Street. This was where the humiliation came in. The items we had to find and purchase here were four Fleet enema kits, two boxes of ribbed and studded condoms (size extra large), and two large bottles of Astroglide lubricant. And we had strict instructions as to how we were to carry out this errand. We were not allowed to use a basket or a cart. I was to find each item and give it to Sebastian to carry; Sebastian was to carry all the items and put them on the counter. I was to pay for them and we were not allowed to purchase a bag for the items, or to buy anything else, and if Sebastian were to drop anything in the store, I was not permitted to help him.
It was a brilliant idea, because at ten o'clock on a Saturday morning, that Shoppers would be packed. We had another list of things to buy at Wicked Wanda’s, and I knew we could have gotten the items on the Shoppers list there, but that wouldn't be as humiliating as gathering them in the middle of a crowded pharmacy. And, obviously, the things we were purchasing would give any observers a pretty good idea of what the two of us were up to this weekend. It was diabolical, actually. But, it was what I'd signed up for.
As I'd expected, the Shoppers was crazy with people. James had given me the list and I wasn't to show it to Sebastian, so he really had no idea what we were in for. He said hi to some people and thanked someone who offered him a basket, but I took it from him and replaced it. “We can't use that.”
He looked at me like I was nuts. I held up my list. “It says so on here.”
Comprehension dawned, then worry, then, when I led him toward the condom aisle, a fine pink blush began creeping up the skin of his neck and face. “We have to buy condoms?” he whispered, horrified. “But people will think we're gonna…with each other.”
I snorted. “Haven't you ever bought condoms before, Sebastian?”
“Of course,” he said quickly, “but never with another guy. What if they know we're gay and we're planning to use them with each other?”
I shrugged. I found two boxes of the kind we needed and handed them to him. “You're supposed to carry this stuff,” I said, starting to worry about his reaction when he saw what else we were buying.
He took the packs of condoms, looking around to see if anyone was near. A middle aged woman and her kid stood in the middle of the aisle, looking at ass cream. She glanced over, saw us, saw the condoms, and grabbed her kid by his jacket, pulling him down the aisle.
“Bitch,” I muttered under my breath as I grabbed two large bottles of Astroglide from the shelf and handed them to Sebastian. “Here.”
“Oh my God.” He blushed furiously. “Why didn't James stock up on all this stuff beforehand?”
I laughed. “Oh my dear Sebastian. How little you understand about James and the art of Domination.” I headed over to find the most embarrassing of the items we'd been sent for.
Sebastian followed me, managing the items I'd already given him with relative ease.  But when I found the Fleet enemas on the bottom shelf in the Laxative aisle, and gathered up four of them, he looked at me with wide eyes. “Oh no. Really? Those?”
“Yes, sir,” I muttered, handing them to him. He looked around frantically, tucking the condoms under his arm and trying to hold all four Fleet enemas in one hand. He dropped two of them and barely held onto the Astroglide.
“Shit!” he said, bending down to grab them. I stood motionless, feeling some empathy for his situation, but unable to assist him. A woman nearby saw Sebastian scrambling for his boxes, gave me a mean look and picked them up. As she held them out to him she must have realized what they were, because her face reddened and she said, “Sorry… here you are…” and as soon as he took them from her, turned tail and got the hell out of Dodge.
Jesus Christ, did anyone in this goddamn town have a sense of humor?
When he'd stood back up with the items in hand, his face beet red and a look on his face of profound humiliation, I started leading us to the cash. People stared at us, no doubt more from Sebastian's state of obvious embarrassment than anything else, although it did look peculiar that he was struggling to hold everything and I was walking casually along beside him. I gave several people a grin and a wink, just to dissipate some of the tension I was feeling.
We had to stand in line of course, and I could tell some people were eyeing our purchases with lewd curiosity. There was one guy who looked like he wanted to come with us when we left. But he was about a hundred pounds overweight and wearing sweatpants and a ladies jacket, so I didn't invite him. James wouldn't have approved anyway.
Sebastian dumped all our things on the counter when it was our turn. I think he just wanted to pay and get out of there at that point and I couldn't blame him.
The clerk, who had been laughing and speaking pleasantly to the customers, took one look at our items and clammed the fuck up. She didn't look at us as she scanned the four enema kits, two packs of condoms, and two bottles of lube. It actually would have been less embarrassing if she'd asked us what our weekend plans were, and I could've made up some shit about a prank with our friends. But no such luck.
“Would you like a bag?” she asked, finally looking at me and Sebastian. Her pupils widened and she blushed. Maybe she thought we were hot and was imagining all kinds of perverted things. At any rate when I said no, she looked down at the items and at poor Sebastian. She almost said something, didn't, finished ringing us up, and announced our total.
As I was paying her, I heard a low voice from somewhere behind me say, “Dirty fags.”
I paid the clerk, piled our items in Sebastian's arms, and dragged him out of there, before I was stupid enough to give the ignorant bigot a piece of my mind. I was tempted to shove one of our Fleet enemas up his stupid ass and make a run for it.
Out in the parking lot, Sebastian tripped on his shoelace and everything went flying, including him. He landed on his knees in a puddle and our hard won purchases scattered around him, luckily on dry pavement.
He almost started crying. I looked down at him, up at Heaven, down at him again, swore, and bent to help him up.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He stood with my help and nodded. “I'm fine, I'm fine. You're not supposed to help me though, right?”
I shrugged. We gathered up the scattered shopping and headed for my car. “Technically, I wasn't supposed to help you in the store. It didn't say anything about the parking lot.”
He looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“What James doesn't know won't hurt me.”
I opened the car door and we dumped all our stuff on the floor of the backseat. After the experience in the store I didn't give a rats ass who saw this stuff in my car.
Our next stop, Wicked Wanda’s, would not be so terribly embarrassing. At least anyone who was shopping there was privy to their own secret proclivities and intentions, and the staff didn't make any judgments about what people bought.
Sebastian was rather silent on the way there.
“Are you sure you're okay, Sebastian?” I asked. His jeans were soaked and muddy from the knees down, his hands scraped and dirty.
He sighed. “Yep. Just not used to this kind of thing, I guess. The physical stuff I can take. It's this mental game-playing that's hard.”
“How do you feel, mentally, right now?”
“Violated, humiliated, shamed, and beaten.”
“Well, that is exactly how James wants you to feel. So, if you want, think of it like this. You are fulfilling his wish for you at this moment. That is all we should desire this weekend. To please him. You give yourself up to James for the next forty-eight hours and don't pay any attention to your own ego, even if it's writhing in humiliation and agony.”
He looked at me with amazement. “Wow. That's a really good way of looking at it.”
“It's the only way, really. Feel better?”
“Yes. Much. Thanks.”
“Don't worry. This part will be much more fun,” I said as I pulled into the parking lot.
Wicked Wanda’s, a small, tucked away little gem off Bank Street, was the best place to buy sex toys. They had the best prices, the best selection, even for BDSM gear, and the friendliest, most knowledgeable staff. I frequented the place myself, so I was pretty comfortable shopping here. As we went inside I pulled James' second list from my pocket.
Sebastian looked around at all the toys on display, his eyes widening, not from embarrassment this time. There wasn't even anyone else in the store, except a middle-aged woman who immediately approached us with a friendly smile.
“Hi there. Can I help you find anything today?” she asked. “I'm Sandra.”
“Um…” Sebastian murmured, looking at me.
“Yes, please.” I showed her my list. “I've been told to pick up all of these items, but there are only product numbers.”
She took the list from me, perusing it and then looking at us with renewed interest. “I see. So you don't know what you're in for.” It was a statement rather than a question, and I could see a hint of amusement on her face as she led us over to the whips and paddles.
“Well, I've got an idea…” I said, as she reached up and flipped through a row of paddles hanging together on a rack.
“Ah,” she reached one down. It was broad, wooden, and looked like it would give a serious swat. More serious than the one he’d used on me this morning. “This is the first item on your list.”
I took it from her, turning it over and hefting it in my hand. It was pretty heavy. I looked at Sebastian. “Bend over,” I said and started to laugh at the expression on his face. “Just kidding. I wouldn't dare. Do you know what James would do to me for paddling his boy without permission?”
Sebastian covered up his obvious relief with curiosity. “What's the next thing on that list?”
“Hm, let's see…” Sandra looked at the list. “Ah yes. Come over here, gentlemen.”
We followed her over to the butt toy section.
“Jesus Christ…” Sebastian murmured. “Some of these are huge.”
The woman laughed. “They come in all shapes and sizes. Just like people.” She picked up a motherfucking gigantic fist shaped dildo and I almost pissed my pants. Sebastian made a frightened noise.
“Something like this, for instance, is only for serious players.”
“Um, that's not on the list, is it?” Sebastian squeaked.
“No, sweetie, it's not on your list.” She put it back and picked up a realistic looking flesh colored phallus, large but not incredibly intimidating. “This one is though.”
I nodded. “Okay. That's…manageable.” It was smaller than the black one I’d had in me yesterday.
We all laughed, with relief.
Then she picked up a large butt plug. “How about this?”
I raised my eyebrows “Well…”
“You need two of them. I'll have to go in the back.” She handed me the plug and went through a door at the back.
Sebastian and I looked at the large plug. “I guess we don't have to fight over it, since we're getting two,” I said, attempting humor.
“He's gonna put that in my ass?” Sebastian asked fearfully.
I shrugged. “Or tell me to put it there. Haven't you ever been plugged?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
“Oh boy, are you in for a treat. Feels amazing. Especially if you're plugged when he paddles you.”
“Well, I really like it.”
Sandra came back with two plugs and the flesh colored dildo in packages. I put the display model back on the shelf.
“I'll put these on the counter for you,” she said with a smile. Thank God for Sandra. This was much more pleasant than the whole Shoppers Drug Mart fiasco.
When she returned she looked at the list again. “Okay. Nipple clamps and ball stretchers.”
Sandra collected the rest of the items on our list. He only wanted one set of each, so that was mildly comforting. Okay, not really.
I gave Sandra James' credit card.
“Hmm, I figured it was him. You're not the first attractive young men to come in here looking for items on a specific list. But I've never seen a matched set before…” She winked and grinned to let us know she meant her remark in good humor.
I cleared my throat but I couldn't think of anything to say, but Sebastian surprised me by saying, in a clear and proud voice, “It's nice having someone to share the experience with.” He took my hand in his warm one. I looked down at our joined hands thinking that James would not approve, but frankly I didn't care.
My nerves hummed a happy tune at the contact as I met his gaze. “Yeah, I agree.”
We paid for our things and luckily were allowed to let Sandra pack them up in a thick black plastic bag. As we made our way out, she called after us.
“Have a fun weekend, boys.”
I smiled back at her. “Most likely…”
     She laughed and waved us out.


Tuesday, June 18, 2013

The Crush - Chapter Four

Blurb: Jack Claridge’s sister, Amy, has a big crush on her English professor, Michael Donovan. When
Jack agrees to accompany her on an outing with the object of her affection, the last thing he expects is the professor’s reaction to him. One surreptitious hand-job later and Michael is hooked. But will Jack ‘use him and lose him’ or does Jack care for the professor more than he thinks? And what will he tell Amy?


I felt his lips on my neck.  I exhaled in relief.

“What are you so scared of?”

I was silent for a long time.  What am I scared of? Why would I throw this away when it could end up being really, really good? Finally, the words just came out. “That I’m gonna fall for you and you’re gonna treat me like shit…or just disappear…or something,” I finished lamely, still facing the door.

“I can’t promise you that it’s going to work out between us. I hope it does.” He pressed his lips again and again to my neck and my ear.  My cock, in spite of my fear, stiffened in response.  “I mean, I really fucking hope it does. But I can promise you I won’t treat you like shit, and I won’t disappear. I can promise you that I’ll always be your friend.” He turned me around.  We stared into each others’ eyes.  “And I’d like to try for something more. I’m scared too, you know.”


He nodded. I could see it in his beautiful blue eyes. “I’ve already fallen for you and I’m scared you’re gonna run. You almost did, just now.”

I nodded. “Fucking Marsalis.” I gestured to the music that was still playing.

He laughed. It was a beautiful sound.

That goddamn electricity was so strong I could feel it in every part of me. Our lips came together finally. It was hot and tender, honest and excruciating all at once. I wanted to climb inside him and curl up in a ball.

His arms came around me and held me against him. He kissed me like I was the last man on earth, his tongue firm and insistent as he explored my mouth. I moaned in pleasure as I gave myself up to him. I felt him hard against my own arousal but there was no hurry now. I held onto his shoulders and kissed him passionately back.  I strove to let him know how much I wanted this, wanted him, and tried not to let it frighten me.

When we finally broke away, no words were necessary. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. We lay down on his bed together, kissing again and exploring each other gently, tentatively.

I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands over his firm chest, down across his taut abdomen. I ran my fingers through the slightly thicker hair that led in a tantalizing trail toward his groin. Then I slid my hand around and grabbed his jean-covered ass, pulling him against me. He groaned and kissed me harder. I kissed him back and felt his hands slide under my t-shirt. They quickly found my nipples, which hardened and peaked under his fingers. He squeezed and pinched them gently, making me groan into his mouth. I pulled away and whipped my shirt off over my head, then went back to kissing him. I couldn’t fucking stop it was so good. It was like we were both slaves to this other force. This pull between us was so intense it threatened to obliterate our individual selves and create another being. That was what scared me. But I’d let him in and given myself up to it now.  There was no going back.

I reached for his jeans and started working on his flies. Just like in the bar, he helped me. Soon his enormous cock was in my shaking hands. He moaned into my mouth as I stroked him gently, reverently. I took my time, getting to know every curve and ridge and pulsing vein. And I really needed both my hands because he was so big. When I satisfied my curiosity, I reached down, cupping his balls, and ran the fingers of my other hand through the soft curly hair at the base of his cock.

He pulled his mouth away from mine. He buried his face against my neck, groaning and cursing quietly.

“Take off your pants. And your shirt.” I let go of him.

He rolled onto his back and got out of his jeans as I did the same. He shrugged out of his shirt. He pulled me back to him as soon as we were both naked. We pressed against each other, our bodies aligned and our cocks rubbing together. It felt fucking incredible. My arm slid under his neck and curled around his broad shoulder, pulling him against me. He buried his face in my neck again. His hands on my ass pressed my groin firmly against his. The feel of our cocks, hard and wet, sliding together, sent me to the fucking moon.

Then I felt Michael’s hand slip between us. He wrapped it around our cocks and held them together as we moved. Heaven.

“Oh, fuck…” I moaned. I found his mouth with mine, kissing him desperately as the pleasure built.

Michael gasped and whimpered, rubbing his huge hard cock against mine. He thrust into me. I pushed back, a trembling counterpoint to his desperate motions.

“Oh… fuck… fuck…” I groaned. I came, mewling into his mouth and letting myself fly apart. He grunted. As the waves of pleasure pulsed through me I felt his cock spasm. He cried out my name as he climaxed. Wetness and heat and quivering flesh surrounded me. I couldn’t tell what was him and what was me for a long, long time.

We stayed pressed together as our pleasure waned and petered out. We panted and shook, completely fucking shattered. I’d never felt anything so intense before. Imagine what it’ll be like when he actually puts his cock inside me…

I must have made a noise because he pulled back and looked at me.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so,” I said. “Except, it’s a good thing you said my name when you came because I couldn’t remember what it was.”

He grinned. “What’s mine again?”

I chuckled. “Michael.” I kissed him passionately. “It’s Michael.”

He kissed me back. We spent the next ten minutes necking like teenagers.

After awhile, Michael suggested we get cleaned up. When I walked into his en suite bathroom I couldn’t help exclaiming. “Holy shit. This is awesome.”

The double size shower with opposing shower heads stood prominently in the large bathroom, the walls made up of black and grey tile in a zigzag pattern. A huge sunken tub with whirlpool jets sat in the corner next to a vanity with double sinks.

“I’m feeling another orgy joke coming on,” I said.

He shook his head. “No orgies. I did get fucked against the vanity once.”

I stared at him, picturing it. My tired dick twitched. “Fuck, really?”

His face flushed. It was completely adorable. “Mmm hmm.” He opened the shower stall door and stepped in. I followed.

“Don’t you… I mean… aren’t you more of a… top?” I asked as I turned on the water.

“Most of the time, yes. But with the right person, I like to explore the possibilities.” He switched on his own showerhead. We both turned toward each other as we cleaned up under the hot spray.

“So, this guy that handcuffed you to the bed and fucked you against the sink…” I grinned at the images forming in my mind. “Was it the same guy?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“What happened to him?”

He shrugged. “We wanted different things.”

I didn’t press him further. I was too busy staring at his fuck-hot body, all wet and glistening in front of me. My dick got hard again but I was so fucking tired.

“I have to stop looking at you. I have to get some sleep tonight.” I turned around and finished cleaning off. He finished before me. When I shut off my water he handed me a towel.

As we dried off he said, “Jack, I’d really like you to sleep here tonight. But if you want to go home I’ll pay for a taxi.”

“If you think I’m going home to face the inquisition from my sister, you’re nuts.”

He stared at me. “You live with Amy?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Saves on rent, and we’re pretty good roommates usually.”

“What are you going to tell her?”

“About what?”

He gestured between us. “About this.”


“Nothing? Don’t you think…?”

I shook my head. “Are you kidding me? She’d be so pissed off she’d make both our lives miserable.”

“She’s going to find out.”

“Not if we keep it quiet. We don’t even know if this is gonna go anywhere.”

We looked at each other, each of us thinking about where this might go, but not wanting to say it.

“Are you staying?” he asked finally.

I nodded. “Can you lend me some pajamas and a toothbrush?”


It was a great dream. A wet, warm mouth surrounded my cock, licking it slowly, so slowly, so deliciously. I groaned…and woke up.

“Jesus…” I groaned again. My eyes flickered open. Michael stopped what he was doing and looked up at me.

“Good morning.He kissed the tip of my erect cock.

“Don’t stop,” I said breathlessly.

He took me gently in his warm mouth again. I rested my hands carefully on his tousled blond head. Fuck, I never knew getting head could feel like this. Usually rushed and with no emotional connection, it provided just a purely physical release. This was so different. I craved it.

I let go of his head, grabbed a pillow and pulled it over my face. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to his actions.

He clutched my hips tightly between his strong arms and sucked on my cock like it held all the secrets of the universe. He worshipped it, he praised it, he fucking bowed before it. By the time I trembled and came, groaning into the pillow, he fucking owned me.

He nuzzled my belly as I recovered. Then he leaned forward, pulled the pillow off and asked, “What do you want for breakfast?”


I asked for pancakes. He fucking made me pancakes; big, fluffy, gorgeous pancakes, drenched in syrup and brown sugar and cinnamon. I sat there in my borrowed pajamas and ate a stack of fucking delicious pancakes. All I could think was, I’d scored the perfect man and Amy was going to kill me.