Sex in the Sky

Jewel and I had been dating for six months or so. I knew that she was into porn and I respected that completely. I’m an easy-going fellow, and I knew that she would be protected. Besides, she makes incredible money and leads a very enjoyable life. She introduced me to the elite of her industry at parties and award shows. I found porn stars to be very hospitable and fun to be around. Some of them are a little crazy, but none of them were any trouble at all.

That was my personal opinion. Oh, Jewel could tell you a few things about some of them. She was very adamant for me not to hang around Peter Ramsey. Peter and I had struck up conversation at the AVN Award pre-show party while Jewel was hanging out with a few. He seemed like a nice guy. He talked with me about typical guy stuff– sports, jobs, and women. I knew he was Jewel’s ex, though she never told me why she broke it off with him. Of course, I was happy with Jewel, and I didn’t want to bring up old things between her and Peter. Still, he was very respectful and talked about Jewel fondly.

When Jewel caught me, she pulled me away very quickly, without so much as even acknowledging that Peter was even there. It puzzled me, but I thought better of it to mention it after the show. But after the show, we got blitzed and had some fun of our own. It happens– what can I tell you?

But the next day I managed to remember what happened at the party. So I asked her why she broke it off with her ex Peter.

“He cheated on me,” Jewel said.

“Really?” I asked, puzzled as to why he would cheat on such a fine woman. Anyway, that happens to hear all the time, since she has sex for a living. I wanted to know more, and she told me.

“I was away on business one night, but we finished shooting early. I came home, and I found Peter in the shower with one of his friends from the set.”

“Who? One of the broads?”

“No, it was with Alex, his personal trainer.”

“I can’t believe he would find another woman to fool around with.” Jewel looked at me with an icy stare.

“Alex was not a woman,” Jewel said. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. I couldn’t believe it.

“You mean he’s–”

“Peter says he’s bisexual. He used to do porn with men a long time ago, though he doesn’t do it anymore. Instead, he just fools around when he feels like it, preferably with someone who’s never done it before. At least that’s what I heard last time.”

“This is very difficult to believe, Jewel.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. I guess that because he’s in porno, I would think that he’s enjoys fucking women left and right.”

“No, he loves women, Xave. But I guess I’m just the jealous type that wants to be monogamous.”

“Guess you were right about watching my back around him.”

“In more ways than one,” Jewel said.

***

I really only became a porn fan when I met Jewel. Before I met her, I used to watch on occasion. And when I did, I never paid attention to the actors or who they were. But when I met her, I used to check out the work she had in the apartment. It was no coincidence that she didn’t have one porno involving her and her ex Peter in a scene together. But I did have some curiosity about Peter for some reason. I guess it was because I wanted to see how he could possibly do it.

One weekend, when Jewel was away on a shoot, I woke up early and went on line and looked up Peter Ramsey on Google. It was amazing just how many sites out there had something on him. I downloaded a few small clips of him and his cumshots, which were legendary on the net. I had run into a few of those shots in my travels, and nothing I had seen from Peter was that impressive. But then there was this one scene where a blonde starlet sucked him off to a massive cumshot. The semen practically flew out of his cock hard. He wasn’t even jerked off or sucked off. The man did it all himself, and huge, long ropes darted out of his erection and splashed down onto the blonde’s shocked face. Needless to say, she wasn’t the only one surprised. I was completely floored by what I saw. Not only that, but my cock was rock hard and aching, and I played the clip again to wank off. I managed to cum just as he did in one of the repeats. The orgasm I produced seemed longer and heavier than most other times, not to mention feeling as enjoyable as sex itself.

I logged off, deleted the clips I downloaded, and headed for the shower. As I did, I replayed that huge cumshot Peter had given that blonde over in my mind, and before I knew it, I was soaping up my erection. It was at that moment when it hit me. It took me about twenty years or so for that moment to hit, but it did. I asked myself what I was more turned on by– the cumshot that he had given her, or the cock and the man that had given the cumshot to her? All guys question their sexuality at some time, and Peter Ramsey’s cumshot finally triggered the question off in me.

I enjoyed having sex with Jewel. I knew that. I was always turned on by women, and I knew that. Now, I was turned on by another man’s cock. Women are beautiful in their physical ways, and at that moment, I thought of Peter Ramsey’s cock as being just as beautiful. I recalled it being big, without curve, and delivering the most amazing cumshots I had ever seen. I even felt a little envious of the blonde starlet that got to suck his cock and take that massive orgasm all over her face. I couldn’t believe what I was thinking, and I just tried to shake it all off. My decision to repress my feelings was out of disbelief, but also out of the fact that I was Jewel’s, and Jewel was mine. I wanted nothing to spoil that. I knew that the feelings would go away anyway, and that it was just a natural thing that us male animals have. I let my cock soften, finished my shower, and went on with my daily life.

But that morning I had ignited quite a little flame inside my mind, and I could do nothing to extinguish it. I kept replaying that massive cumshot in my mind, and it drove me crazy with lust. With Jewel off in some far local having sex with strangers, I was left to my lonesome. I figured that I would just waste that one day feeding my forbidden obsession. It was a strategy that I believed would finally rid me of that impure thought of sucking his cock. I went back online and downloaded every Peter Ramsey clip I could find. Because I had a broadband hookup, I downloaded plenty of clips and pictures fast. It didn’t take me long to be hard again, and this time I would be ready for an all-day wankfest. I brought out a bottle of lube Jewel had lying around and plenty of Kleenex.

I stripped down to nothing, wrapped myself in a half-open robe, and played my full-blown cock all afternoon, stroking my seven-inch member slow as I watched Peter Ramsey being sucked and squirting his juice all over some pretty faces. I was mesmerized by the looks on the sluts’ faces as they tasted and swallowed his cock. I was thrilled to watch Peter’s cock slam into one ass after another. The final results came all over faces in buckets, inspiring me to cum in buckets of my own. I must have jerked off about seven times that day, cumming hard each time as if I were enjoying real sex, pushing myself to the limit, filling my wastepaper basket with plenty of dirty tissues.

By evening, I had finally finished up, I burned the clips onto a blank CD and hid it in the outer pouch of my gym bag. After cleaning up and dressing, I deleted the files and the memory of my tracks off the computer. I felt gratified and relieved, believing that I had stroked the manlust right out of me. Jewel would be returning the next day, and I would go back to my normal ways. I believed it was a one-time thing, but in case I felt the urge to purge again, I had my CD. But oddly enough, I would eventually forget I even had it.

***

Two weeks went by, and my momentary walk on the wild bisexual side was just about a distant memory. I avoided porn sites with the mere mention of Peter Ramsey, and focused on my own work as well as Jewel’s, whenever I had the chance. I slept in with Jewel Saturday morning after a wild Friday night. She had the weekend off, and we had plans of going out later that day to the beach. I woke up around 10:30; she was still out of it, and I decided to let her sleep a little longer. I decided to go for a workout. I didn’t bother to shower, so I just slipped on a t-shirt,athletic shorts and sneakers, and packed a bag with my day clothes. In the process, I felt the CD protruding through the outer pouch. I hadn’t felt the urge to play it since I went on my masturbation spree. I thought about throwing it out on the way home so Jewel wouldn’t see it.

“I’m going down to the gym. Be back around noon,” I whispered to her.

“Okay,” she said, totally sleepy. I headed out. The gym was only three blocks from the apartment and was a pretty swank place. It was one of the perks of dating a pornstar; access to the best of just about anything. Some high-profile personalities worked out there, and I often saw some celebrities, though I didn’t get too many autographs. I figure they ought to sweat in peace since the rest of the time everyone’s hounding them.

After warming up, I hit the weights and did a few reps with some dumbbells. I headed over toward a mechanical lift machine and waited for the person using it to finish. After two reps, he let go of the bar from his hands and turned to see me. My heart skipped a beat for a second there.

“Hey, Xavier,” Peter Ramsey said. Once again, I envisioned the last time I saw him and what he was doing on film. There was a little quiver of excitement in my shorts, but I shook it off, dismissing it quickly. He extended his hand, and I shook it. I noticed his firm grip– strong, but not overpowering. No sign of jealousy whatsoever.

“I didn’t know you worked out here,” I said, trying to be polite.

“Yeah, I come here from time to time. It’s better working out in public.”

“I come here three days a week,” I said. “I live only three blocks from here.”

“Oh yeah? Where’s Jewel?”

“She’s sleeping in today.”

“Gave her a good show last night, man?” He smiled at me, the way all guys smile when the talk about scoring with a hot chick. I couldn’t believe what Jewel said about him.

“Definitely,” I said, nodding confidently, trying not to blush. Peter chuckled.

“So you want to work out together? I’ve been here only a half-hour or so, but I can go as long as you want.” Peter was so matter-of-fact about it. I couldn’t tell a thing about his sexuality whatsoever.

“I don’t see why not,” I replied. He got up and let me use the mechanical lift.

Peter and I got to know each other a little better. I couldn’t help but admire him for even more than what he had hidden in his shorts. The guy was in his late 40s, but had a physique most men my age would do anything to have. His arms, in particular, were quite big, flexing generously when he curled a weight. Oddly enough, though, there was nothing sexual about it. We were just getting along as if we went back many years.

After our long workout, we headed toward the locker room. His locker, amazingly enough, was right across from my own. I opened my locker and pulled out a white towel and matching bar of soap I left there in my previous journey. I peeled the sweaty clothes off my body. I left the locker door open. It was an accident, but it could have been a Freudian slip, because on the door I had a magnetic mirror, which gave me a full view of Peter stripping down behind me. I had barely noticed it until I saw him reveal his hairless backside to me, taut and rippling in muscle from head to toe. Whether or not he saw me remained to be seen, but I was caught in the view like the proverbial deer in the headlights. I could feel my cock hardening ever so slightly, knowing that I was about to be naked with the man I had a secret, temporary crush on. I hastily looked away, wrapped the towel around my waist, and closed the door. After taking a deep breath and thinking about things unrelated to sex, I was fine.

I turned to find Peter closing his door without a stitch of clothing on him, with a white towel draped over his left shoulder. He turned to me a little puzzled.

“Why the towel, man?” he asked. “We’re heading for the shower.”

“I’m just a little self-conscious,” I replied, somewhat nervous in thinking that he noticed me. I didn’t dare look down below the waist.

“I don’t see a reason you should be,” Peter replied as we walked together toward the shower. I didn’t know what to make of his comment, knowing what I knew about him. I wanted it to be an innocent, confidence-boosting quip. And I wouldn’t make anything more of it at that moment.

The shower room was very communal. There were no separate stalls, so everyone could pretty much shower together. Two stalls were empty in the corner of the room, and Peter and I took them. We hung up our towels on the racks on the wall opposite the showerheads. Peter and I approached together and went about our showering business. I let the hot water run down my body, washing away my sweat completely, and lathered up as I normally would. I looked down for a minute and caught a glimpse of Peter’s manhood for the first time. I looked away quickly, not taking much notice of his sex. The last thing I wanted to do was have him catch me in my curiosity. I turned to see his eyes closed and head thrown back as he rinsed his head. I snuck a quick peek down at his manhood. The giant was sleeping and, though it looked bigger than mine, was not too impressive. I looked away once again and finished my shower, with hardly any further interesting in seeing him naked.

We finished up at just about the same time. Peter wrapped his towel around his waist.

“I’m gonna hit the sauna,” he said, walking toward the exit of the shower room. I followed him. “Wanna come?”

“Nah, I’m running late as it is. Jewel’s expecting me back.”

“Got stuff to do?”

“Yeah, she’s got the weekend off, so we’re going to take advantage of it.”

“You ought to. Maybe we can hang out together during the week.” Peter and I were getting along famously, despite what Jewel told me about him. I figured that it wouldn’t be a problem at all.

“Sure. You want my number?”

“Call the office on Monday,” Peter said. “Jewel has it somewhere, I’m sure. My secretary will hook us up. I won’t keep you longer.” He extended his hand to me. “Nice seeing you again.”

“Same here. Talk to you later.”

“Sure,” Peter said. “Have fun.” He headed into the sauna, and I went to dress in the locker room. I didn’t even think twice about the sauna. He seemed harmless and unattracted to me. Speaking for myself, I believed that my curiosity was completely innocent. I had stood next to him naked and felt no desire to have sex with him. Everything was behind me at that moment, and all I wanted to do was see my beautiful Jewel, no doubt waiting anxiously at home for me.

For whatever the reason, I didn’t throw the CD out.

***

While Jewel was away on business Monday morning, I called up Peter to set up our meeting. He told me of his busy schedule and he was unable to get tickets to sporting events. He had time for a Wednesday night workout at the gym. Jewel was working that evening, luckily enough, so I was able to meet Peter without any questions asked. Peter and I did our workout, and then followed it up with a quick raquetball game. It was my first time playing it, but it wasn’t for him, and he trounced me. We hit the showers again and the sauna. Nothing happened, just as I had expected.

After we had completed everything at the gym, we headed over to a local sports bar to eat. We tossed back a few ones, and I must admit that I had a couple too many. So did he for that matter. Conversation turned from work to our sex lives.

“So how long have you and Jewel been together?” Peter asked.

“About four months now,” I replied.

“Do you see a future with her?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Tell me, does she satisfy you?” There was no hint of jealousy or any other negative emotion. He was asking me very frankly about my sex life, as all guys do at one time or another.

“Of course. She’s incredible–” I caught myself mid-thought, knowing who I was talking too. I could only imagine how angry he must have been. “Ah, where are my manners? I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” Peter said, completely calm without any anger whatsoever. “I know she’s a real animal in bed. But I wanted more. That’s why we’re not together anymore. She must have told you why.” I knew where this was going, and I hoped that I wasn’t about to hit a very awkward moment.

“To be honest,” I muttered, “she did.”

“Figured that,” Peter said. “She can be real bitter about things. She knew I loved her, but I had cravings of my own. It was nothing personal. It was just sex and pleasure. You know what I mean?”

“I guess I do.”

“The ironic thing was that it was Alex and I’s last time together.”

“It was?”

“Yeah,” Peter said. He put down his beer and quietly told me his story, so as no one else could hear. “Alex and I met two years ago on the set. He’s perfectly straight, with a beautiful woman he’s now married to. But he was curious about men, and I satisfied his curiosity. We agreed to have sex with each other as often as possible until the day of his marriage. Jewel caught me fucking Alex for the last time. He got married three days later.” I thought this to be pretty strange, but sex on the down low was not uncommon these days. I couldn’t come up with anything else to say but a rather stupid question, now that I think about it.

“Does his wife know?” Peter smirked back and snorted.

“Of course not,” he replied. “She doesn’t need to know, either. What Alex and I had wasn’t about love. There was no kissing or cuddling involved. It was all about sex, and we had fun together.” Even though I was dating a pornstar, the one thing I could never figure out was how adult film stars could turn tricks without any feelings other than having fun. Jewel and I, contrary to popular belief, had a very conservative relationship. There were no wild threeways or orgies. Sex was lovemaking to us. On the set, it was a different story. I knew at the end of the day who Jewel really wanted. Still, I had delved into a side of me I never knew existed, so I was intrigued as to what Peter’s sex life was like when it came to men.

“So it’s okay to fuck a strange man for the fun of it,” I asked. Peter shook his head.

“No, I never fuck like that,” he replied. “Too risky and dangerous. I find the right partner, and then I go for it. And usually we go at it until he gets caught or married, whichever comes first.”

“And you can break it off just like that?” I asked, still naively in disbelief that sex could just be about sex.

“I haven’t had one partnership end horribly. Every single time, my partners and I were always on the same page.”

“It just seems so hard to believe.”

“Why is that?” Peter asked. I felt I had to come right out and tell him.

“When two people have sex, shouldn’t it mean a little more?”

“Yeah, when its between a man and woman. I seek love and romance from women, Xave. I seek sex and pleasure from men. The man I fuck is on the same page that I’m on. To us, sex is a sport. We suck. We fuck. We go home to our women.” He took a sip of his drink. “I’m shocked that you’re still here.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“When most guys hear something like that, they hit the bricks real fast. Aren’t you scared of a bisexual guy like me?”

“No, I’m not,” I replied after sipping my drink. “We may differ somewhat in what we believe. But what you do in your personal life is your business. I respect that.”

“I’m glad someone feels that way,” Peter said. He gave a mild smile at me. “I’m off to the bathroom.” He got up and headed over to the john. Meanwhile, I exhaled deeply as my mind was filled with mixed feelings. My cock was semi-hard from our frank conversation about sex, and Peter’s very loose opinions. This was the man I had fantasized about while Jewel was away, and the dirty thoughts I had that afternoon were quickly coming alive once again. The opportunity was certainly presenting itself before me. No doubt Peter wouldn’t talk like this if he weren’t interested in me. At the very least, he was testing the waters to see how I would react. My carnal side was coming out in me, but it was struggling with reason. I wanted to see where this would go, but then again, I was afraid of what it would be like. To fantasize is one thing; to do is quite another. The risks were great, but so were the possible sexual rewards. But at the same time I kept thinking about how crazy it was to feel like this. Deep down, I believed that I didn’t want sex with Peter. It was just the booze playing its tricks on me, and if it continued to do so, I wouldn’t know where it would lead next. At that moment, I just wanted to get the hell out of that bar and get back home as quick as possible.

The pace of our kiss quickens with our mounting need; I’m screaming at myself internally that I need to stop this. But god-fucking-damnit, his body feels so good, so right, so delicious, writhing against mine. We’re making out so hard and furiously now, and all I can think about is just bending him over the fucking bench. Without breaking the kiss, he manages to unzip his hoodie and shrug it off in a matter of seconds. All he’s wearing is a black batman teeshirt stretched over a thick, solid, husky frame. I can’t get my hands on him fast enough. He climbs on top of me, straddling my lap and wrapping his muscular arms around my neck as I slide my hands under his shirt to feel his soft, hot skin. He grinds his pelvis against my throbbing erection this way and all I can do is moan weakly against him, breaking the kiss for a moment. “Ohh Doug, you know I can’t do this…”

“Yeah you can.” He gasps, bucking his ass against my raging hardon, those plump lips planting soft, suggestive kisses all over my cheeks and neck between words. “You wanna open your pants and have me ride it this way? It’ll feel sooo good.”

Something he’d said earlier, about always having time for play, suddenly resurfaces in my thoughts, and I get this epiphany. I think I might know how to turn his little seduction game around on him. He thinks he’s going to make me break my own promise, but if I’m going to, he will too. He needs this a lot more than I do, and I’m going to use it to get what I want as well. “Ohh, you want to feel my cock in you, baby?” I play along, nibbling on his neck. He responds by taking a fistful of my hair and tossing his head back.

“Yes, lover, fuck me!” He cries, losing himself in the throes of passion.

“Then you know what you need to do, baby.” I coax, teasing his lips with my tongue. He lets out a pained growl of protest and kisses me again. I stuff my hands down the waist of his jeans and cup his nice, round, plush ass. He’s panting and sweating, grinding himself against the bulge in my jeans while his own rubs against my stomach. I pull my mouth away, scraping his bottom lip between my teeth. “C’mon, baby, don’t you want to feel me impaling that juicy, willing ass of yours? Don’t you want me to stretch you out?”

“Omigawd…” He nearly sobs. “I need it so bad, please!!” I sink my teeth into his neck. “AAGH! Oh fuck yeah!” He digs his nails into my shoulders.

My bite melts into licking, sucking and then playful nips. “Just be mine, baby, that’s all I want.” My breath is hot and ragged from lust against his ear. “Promise yourself to me and I’ll fuck you so good it’ll make your head spin.”

“I…ohh no, I can’t…” He mutters, tears welling up in his eyes. “Please don’t do this to me…” That’s fine, I can play this game all damn night if need be, until he gives in. And he will give in. “Just fuck me, lover, I can’t take it!”

“I’ll fuck you, but not before I have you all to myself.” I purr, nibbling on his ear. His hands are up my shirt, his nails raking harsh, angry red lines down my back. I cry out in a delicious mixture of pain and ecstasy. “Oh baby! Just say the words and I’ll be in you to the hilt!” I squeeze his ass cheeks hard, and he hisses through gritted teeth. “C’mon, say it. You want it so bad, look at you. Just “say it”!”

“I can’t!” His whole body is shuddering with desire. His eyes are glossy with emotion. I’m beginning to rethink the whole “”I can do this all night”" bit. I have willpower, but there’s a serious strain on it right now. He suddenly reaches down between us and undoes the fly of my jeans. I can’t get my hands out of his pants quick enough to stop him, but when I do, I grab his wrists. He struggles against me and I still him. Now that his hands are in front of me, he pushes me all the way back in my seat, leans forward and shoves his tongue down my throat; hard, ferocious and aggressive, as if he was taking the decision away from me. I let out a guttural groan and prepare myself for the power struggle I know is coming. He manages to wrestle his hands away from me and undo his own fly before I can gain control again. Somehow knowing there’s an inch less clothing between us is making this more difficult. He’s still dry humping me and it’s making me absolutely insane.

“You need it so bad, don’t you? From a guy you just met?” I try goading him. “You’d rather have casual sex from a stranger, like a slut? Is that what you are, a slut??” I feel his cock twitch against my stomach right through his underwear.

“Oh GODS yes!!” He screams, shutting his eyes tight, now humping me harder than before. “I’m such a dirty slut!” Well, that didn’t work, but at the very least it got him a lot more turned on.

I clamp my teeth on his lower lip again. “Say it.” I growl, staring into his eyes. I want him to give in worse than anything so I could just take him already, this is killing me. But he’s just as stubborn as I am. He doesn’t say anything, all he does is whine and pant like a dog. I decide it’s time to take this a step further by reaching down to pull his underwear down, making his tortured, veined member stand straight up. He instinctively bucks his hips against my hand, and I teasingly brush my knuckles right under the sensitive head, causing him to cry out hoarsely. He struggles to get my cock out as well, and before I realize what’s he’s doing, he’s got both our cocks in his hand, stroking them both off at once. The mixture of the dry handjob and the damp friction of our dicks rubbing together is just so amazingly nice. I’m getting so much closer to the point of no return that I don’t even care if he means what he says, the words just mean I can fuck him, and right now that’s the only thing my brain is registering. I have to…HAVE to get him to say those words.

He leans over me to tease those powerful jaws over and down my jugular, all the while working my cock, making me crazy and desperate. “Take me, lover.” He mutters, his voice husky from being so out of breath. “Fuck the goddamned daylights out of me, and pump your thick seed into my ass; your little slut needs it.” That was it…I’d finally had it. I push him off my lap so his back slams up against the seat of the bench. He lets out this surprised grunt and helps me wrench his jeans and underwear down. I just pull mine down halfway and climb on top of him.

He reaches up my shirt again to feel my flushed, overheated body as my cock grinds freely against his now. He moans, arching his pelvis up to meet mine, one of his hands feeling my ass. I grab him by the wrists, holding them both in one hand above his head. From the look in his eyes, I can tell this is exactly how he likes it. He pulls his legs up to his chest, offering his plush, welcoming ass to me. Oh god, just one thrust, I’m so close to having him, all I have to do is stuff my way inside and he’s all mine. But I can’t, not yet. I have one order of business left. “Ohhh fuckyeaahhh, that’s it, just take me! Claim my ass, make me your whore!” He’s pushing up against me. The tip of my purple crown pushes right up against the tight ring of his sphincter…it’s taking every ounce of willpower to hold my position for the right moment. “What are you waiting for? C’mon, fuck me!!”

“Say it, baby.” It comes out as a grunt. Sweat pours down my temples and cheeks. I can’t take this very much longer.

He shakes his head frantically. His hairtie had come off and his long, luxurious dark hair cascades off the bench in every direction. “Please, just push yourself into me!”

“I won’t…not until you say it. Say you’ll be all mine!” I give it that ever-so-slight push and he responds with a sharp, heated cry.

“I…I…oh, god fucking dammit, Patch, FUCK ME!!” Tears leak from his eyes. His whole body trembles and quakes. I lean over a bit and drool liberally all over his tensed ass, then rub my cock all over it, lowering my body flush against him. He begins to sob. “Please…please….”

“Say you’ll be all mine.” I repeat, softer this time. He’s staring into my eyes and all I see is resignation. I nod slowly and he mimics me.

“I…I’m…I’m all…” He chokes down another sob, pushing himself up against me, his brows knitting tight, finally admitting defeat. “I’m all yours, lover.” He swallows hard. “I’ll be yours for as long as you want me.”

A giant triumphant grin creeps across my face. I can’t help it. I’ve won, and it feels damn good. I let go of his hands so he can jerk himself off; I give his ass another splash of saliva and at long last, push the bloated head of my cock past his unbelievably tight sphincter. He huffs and gasps for breath as he works his meat off like a madman. “That’s a good boy.” I purr lovingly, hunching over him, watching every inch of my throbbing flesh disappear into his canal. “Ohhh fuck, you feel so good. That’s it, open yourself wide for me.”

“Give it to me…” He meeps out, digging the back of his head into the cold, wooden bench, he’s utterly subservient now. I get it about halfway in and he’s panting through his teeth. “Oh gawd, you’re so big!” He squeals, and I keep giving him more. “AAHHH! Oh holy fuck!” I’m buried inside him to the hilt now and his ring is clenching and relaxing in pulses around it. It’s too amazing for words. He’s so tight, so smooth and so incredibly hot. I keep myself deep inside him for a moment, just to bask in the glory of my victory, drinking in the sight of him, my prize, who would do anything I asked of him right now without hesitation. Instead, I only ask for a nice, hot hole to dump my load into.

It’s he, who makes the first withdraw, and his mouth hangs open as he arches up to impale himself on it with one smooth stroke. I grab his hips and guide his ass up to meet my next thrust. The moans I draw from him are like music, egging me on, keeping me beyond excitement. The harder I pound him, the less he strokes his dick off, until finally he’s let go of it altogether in favor of reaching back to hold that sweet ass wide open for my invading member. It’s like I’m tethered to him at the crotch, like we’re two perfectly harmonized halves of a whole, working as a well-oiled, synchronized machine. He feels so right, so perfect a fit, like we’ve done this a hundred times. I move forward to push his legs back with my shoulders. His hands now free, he reaches down between us and feels the base of my cock as it saws into him. I lean down to kiss his quivering lips. Our tongues dance furiously, only adding to the passion and urgency of the moment.

He grasps at me, trying to pull my ass into him harder. His claws rake up my flanks and I let out a loud groan of pleasure. The rhythm is just right, the angle is perfect; he’s lying there taking my cock like a pro and there’s nothing in the world I can think of that could be better than this. There’s something so satisfying, so liberating about savagely fucking this man out in the open, where anyone could walk by, howling and screaming, daring anyone to come see what all the noise is about. He’s been keeping me so excited, so insane with lust that I don’t know how much longer I could last. He must have gotten the same notion at the same time because he suddenly slides a hand in between us to stroke himself off again. Because of how hard I’m slamming into him at this point, Doug can do nothing but undulate his hips slightly from under me. I’m leaving him no leverage. I am a man driven, desperate to climax. My senses are in overdrive. I can feel and memorize every contour and nuance of this man’s hot canal, even through my brutalization of it.

His whole body tenses. He throws his head back, shuts his eyes, his fist merely a blur on his oversensitive cockhead. His ring clenches impossibly tight around my shaft; I feel it working me, milking me off. I can’t get enough. I can feel him bringing me towards my goal a little quicker than I’d hoped. I want this to last but my body demands release. “Ohhhgodd, I’m so close…” I mutter almost unintelligibly. He lets out a controlled moan, opening his eyes to watch me, to feast upon my face, contorted and strained in a state of primal bliss.

“Cum for me, lover.” He hisses, teeth bared. “You feel so good fucking my ass raw.” His eyes are glazed and cloudy from being so close to orgasm himself. His ass is clutching my dick on every frenzied stroke and it’s not just a sensation in my cock, but overwhelming every taunt muscle, every cell, and every molecule.

“So good…ohhh so fucking good…” I mumble to myself, squeezing his thighs so hard my knuckles turn white. I’m teetering right at the edge of completion and it feels like the razor’s edge of the universe; it begins and ends with this man’s perfect plush ass. My climax accosts me. I’d felt it coming but I’m so unprepared for it’s devastating force that I can’t even shout out a warning. I let out this hoarse scream as my eruption tears through me and into him. It seems as though his body won’t be able to hold it all. I just cum and cum, pumping my load in never-ending ropes deep inside his guts. It becomes so sensitive and yet still so amazingly good that even after the terrible, thundering waves begin to wane, I’m still forcing myself to continue.

“Ahh…AHH…Omigawd YES! Oh lover, here I cum!” He cries, his voice cracking from strain. His hole tugs at my spent flesh violently, his seed exploding forth, arching across his chest, shooting over his head and into his own face. His moans and screams, the way his body thrashes around me, the look on his face as his release consumes him, it’s all so arousing, if I still had it in me, I would cum again from that alone.

Only when he begins to calm down do I allow myself rest. I roll off him and stand up, letting the circulation return to my legs. He merely lies there in shock, trying to catch his breath. My eyes roam over him and I suddenly wonder if he will keep his promise, if he wasn’t just paying me lip service so I’d have sex with him.

He forces himself up into a sitting position. “Holy crap.” Is all he has to say for himself, dusting off his discarded glasses.

“That bad, huh?” I chuckle, spotting a water fountain a few yards away.

“Dude, the hell with being your boyfriend, I’ll be your *bitch* if you can fuck me like that all the time.” His eyes meet mine, terribly bloodshot, his gaze unfocused. “It’ll be cool, you can keep me chained in your basement, toss me some puppy chow every now and then, maybe a butt plug to keep myself loosened for you? Haha.” He swings his legs to sit properly, picks his hoodie up from the ground and wipes the cream off his face with a sleeve.

“C’mon, babe, there’s a water fountain right here. It’ll be freezing but it’s better than nothing.”

“One problem.” He holds up a finger for emphasis. “I cannot get up.”

“Would you like me to carry you?” I grin, already at the fountain, trying to bear the application of ice-cold water on burning hot genitalia.

He stares at me for a moment as his pride kicks in. “Nah, I’m cool. I’ll be right there.”

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We don’t make it back to the art space for almost a half hour after we leave the park. We’ve gotten a bit lost, and Doug wasn’t kidding about having a poor sense of direction, he didn’t even know when we’d ended up around the block from the park we’d just fucked in. Low and behold, both sets of friends were still there. We come in and the warmth of the place is euphoric. We don’t part;, in fact, we invite both groups to mingle, not letting go of each other’s hands the whole time. I introduce him to my friends as my new boyfriend and he gives me a comfortable smile, suddenly not so afraid of the commitment. His roomate and the few guys she was talking to, who had forgotten all about the fact that he was supposed to meet them, is told, “This is Patch. I’ll be his bitch until I malfunction and he trades me in for a younger model.” He even ends up doing that Beavis impression, which is rather frightening. A little while later, my friends go home, his roomate goes home with all three of the guys, and Doug comes home with me. We sleep in each other’s arms and I decide that, sometimes, it’s not such a bad thing to fuck on the first date.

“Oh God,” he breathes in a whimpering, pleading way that shoots through me in a cold fire. I shiver as I slowly tongue his asshole. The muscles clench and tighten. *Is he begging me? Actually begging?*

My heart thumps the wild rhythm of tribal drums and I can hardly keep myself from losing it; but this is probably my only chance to do this, ever, right here in front of Alexa and Patrick watching with their jaws hanging open, so I have to hold it together. From the corner of my eyes I see Patrick stroking his cock while he stares and seeing him masturbate just drives me harder - I push my tongue past the tight ring of Austin’s ass in one thrust and he lets out a low scream muffled by the couch cushion. I twist and roll my tongue in his ass, feeling him yield and then grip me, pull me in, never let me go.

*Fuck …*

I pull back gasping, his taste still on my tongue. I want to make him pay for how he makes me feel. Out of control. Euphoric and terrified. Not sure who I am. If I can make him mine I can get myself free of him.

“Patrick,” I suddenly order hoarsely. “Come here.”

Patrick looks startled and a little panicky but he does what I tell him. He’s as luscious and skittish as a baby bunny and I want to have him too. Fuck bunny. Why can’t I have them both? I should. I can and I will. Tired of being the one who only gets crumbs. I want it all.

I reach up and gently grab a handful of Austin’s hair, pulling his head back so Patrick can slide under his face while I nod at him encouragingly. My cock presses against the firm cheeks of his ass and my eyes roll back. Fuck. Why does he have to feel this good.

“Go on Patrick,” I say softly. “Austin wants to suck it. Don’t you Austin?” With my other hand I reach around and run my finger through the sticky pool of pre-cum bubbling from the tip of his cock. He moans. Oh yeah. He wants it. I don’t know what - how - why he’s been hiding all these years we’ve been friends but he wants it. I smile with glee as I push his head down so Patrick’s cock is right in his face. I don’t give him time to linger or change his mind. I just shove him forward so he engulfs that juicy meat in his mouth and hearing his half-hearted protest - “Mmmph!” - stifled by cock makes me so hot I have to pull away from him so just the feel of his skin doesn’t make me come.

If he really protests - if he *really* wants to stop, I will stop. But I know he’s just surprised. It’s a shock to his system and that makes me grin as I lightly control the motion of his head bobbing up and down on Patrick’s cock, my fingers wrapped by the silky dark strands of his hair.

My own cock throbs and oozes on his back as I watch him - he looks so fantastically fucking beautiful with his eyes closed and his lips wrapped around Patrick’s dick, the muscles of his mouth and throat working as he sucks for all he’s worth - and Patrick’s eyes roll back in his head while a long, guttural moan comes from his lips. The whole scene is mesmerizing, swimming before my eyes; my lust-blurred vision drifts slightly and I catch sight of Alexa, who’s sprawled on the floor with her legs thrown open and her fingers furiously rubbing herself through her pants. I’m glad she’s staying out of the way. Enjoy the show.

“Mmmm you like that, don’t you Austin?” I whisper evilly, harsh and raspy. “Is he good, Patrick?”

“Oh fuck yes,” Patrick blurts, biting his lip while his fingers toy with his own nipple. He is delectable, pale and freckled, and I want to lick him all over until he melts and slithers like an eel in my arms. But first…

“Austin’s a dirty little whore, isn’t he?” I croon over Austin’s back, staring slack-jawed at the image of Patrick’s cock sliding into his eager mouth. I’m not moving his head anymore, this is all him. I can feel him trembling against my belly, my groin, my thighs. “What do you think I should do to a dirty little whore like Austin?”

“Mmmfm,” Austin chokes… but his eyes are closed and I can see the bliss on his face even as he pretends to fight this.

“Do you think I should fuck his ass?” I hum while I start to move against Austin’s back, rubbing the head of my prick through the sweat-soaked crack of his ass. My own juices make it nice and slick and I bite back a moan, shuddering in every nerve. Fuck I want him.

“Oh yeah,” Patrick cries out. His left leg kicks up as he shifts positions to better bury himself in Austin’s mouth; I let go of Austin’s hair to catch Patrick’s heel in my hand and draw his foot toward me over Austin’s shoulder. His toes curl as I lick his ankle and pull him forward a bit, tilting his hips up, rendering him helpless to the onslaught of Austin’s fierce sucking.

“Mmmm! Mm!” Austin lets out a sound of protest at my suggestion of fucking him and he shakes his head, Patrick’s cock still buried in his mouth. I grin to see him giving me a wild look out of the corner of his eyes, fighting me, fighting the inevitable. I stroke his ribs tenderly while nibbling Patrick’s Achilles tendon. Alexa is rubbing herself furiously; I can hear her little hums.

“Oh, don’t you worry,” I chuckle, reaching around to run the sensitive tip of my cock over Austin’s slippery little hole. “I’ll be gentle. I won’t let it hurt… I promise.” He shivers and pulls back, letting Patrick’s cock slap back wetly against his belly.

I hesitate for just a split second, waiting for him to really say No and mean it. My body recoils waiting for it. But he doesn’t. He arches his back and drops his head, drawing a long shuddering, gasping breath. I go weak all over and break into a scalding sweat. He wants it. Nothing can stop me now.

I reach forward over Austin’s back and grab Patrick’s other ankle in my other hand. Gently I pull, drawing him forward so he’s lying almost on his back in the chair, legs draped over Austin’s back. I smile. Fuck bunnies, all pink and quivering, all for me to play with. I firmly push Austin’s head back down to Patrick’s crotch and stare as he buries his face in it like a hungry puppy. That’s exactly what he is, a slut puppy.

“You love that, don’t you Austin,” I say under my breath as I reach back momentarily under the couch for a tube of KY I keep under there for my solitary pleasure. “Mmm, I always knew you were a little slut. You’re a slut, aren’t you?”

“Mmmm,” he whimpers as I lick a trail down his spine and into the crack of his ass. His hole clenches and I dive fiercely into its welcome, licking and sucking, teasing it, delivering what I promise, then taking it away and teasing some more. Patrick moans, he’s not going to last much longer, not with Austin licking his balls with increasing urgency in response to what I’m doing to his ass, holding himself steady against my onslaught with his hands braced on either side of Patrick’s hips. I’m shaking all over myself but I’ve reached a point where I’m so turned on I can’t even conceive of blowing my load, just completely focused Austin’s luscious asshole quivering and clenching my tongue as I slide it in and out.

My tongue is a perfect tight fit in his ass. He twists against it, trying to get more of me inside him and I laugh in delight, sending a spasm through him.

“Oh yeah, what a little whore… You’re my little whore, aren’t you Austin?” I pant and he wiggles back into me giving me all the answer I need. I’m not his bitch, never ever again. He’s mine…

His untouched virgin ass is so very tight that it will take a little time to enter him. To do it right, it’s not as easy as the porn stories make it seem. I don’t want to hurt him. If I’m gonna get my dick inside him, I need to keep him on the edge, completely weak and writhing with desire, until I start to thrust. He has to be relaxed and distracted so there’s no pain. A nice little burning as I slide up his tender passage, maybe, but not pain. My little slut puppy needs to enjoy this.

I grab Patrick’s knees and roughly push his legs off where his heels are digging into Austin’s shoulders. A hot and willing mouth right here to assist me in fucking Austin’s ass. I smile at him as I push him to the floor and whisper, “You’ll get your turn too.”

I get a flash of Patrick’s glazed, burning eyes as he sinks between Austin’s legs and slides his hands up the smooth and trembling expanse of Austin’s thighs. His fingers caress and stroke, exploring and memorizing, trailing around to wrap around the base of Austin’s cock as he envelopes it and slides it into his mouth. Austin cries out and his hips jerk; at the same time Patrick is sucking him, I squirt a big dollop of KY jelly on my fingertips and smear it on his hole. The shock of cold makes him gasp and jump, but between my stroking fingers and Patrick’s mouth working on his cock, Austin relaxes and moans with pleasure. His hands grip the couch cushions and his forehead sinks between them while he stares down vacantly at Patrick, his back heaving with his breath.

Sweat drenches me as I carefully slide my index finger into Austin’s unbelievably tight hole. He moans - part delight and part fear - but I feel him accept my intrusion, his tight muscles flexing and giving way… parting for me, welcoming me. I shake all over, staring down at this incredibly beautiful sight, all the naked male flesh and my finger searching Austin’s ass - with Alexa staring, masturbating openly now with her hands inside her panties, little cries coming from her lips.

Slowly I add another finger. I carefully watch his reaction for any sign of pain or discomfort but he only groans and wiggles back against me.

“Does that feel good?” I whisper harshly. “You like my fingers filling you up?”

“Uh,” he whimpers and I love seeing him trembling and slutty, desperate and needing me.

“Oh yeah,” I rasp. “You want me to fuck you? I’m gonna fuck you so hard Austin…”

Austin lets out another yelp, but Patrick intensifies his sucking just as my fingertips press his prostate and then he’s gone. I can feel the electric reaction shoot through his body. He’s never known this kind of pleasure because nothing has ever been up his ass, not until now. I’m the first and that makes me dizzy. Little desperate pleading moans come from his lips and I grin, stroking that little spot inside him and feeling the tight muscles of his ass ripple around my fingers as I use my other hand to lube my cock.

When I take my fingers out he gasps and his hole clenches trying to keep me inside. He shudders from the empty feeling; and then I press my cock forward and slide it up and down the crack of his ass, letting him feel it. He sighs and leans back into me. So fucking beautiful. Only my stubbornness is keeping me from shooting right now. I have to do this. I cannot back down… I can’t stumble now. I have to have him.

“Oh Austin,” I breathe, he feels so fucking good… I wrap my fingers around my shaft and push it gently against his tiny hole. The outer muscles resist. He is so very tight. But I push a little harder and as he gasps, his ass yields to the pressure and the head of my cock slips inside.

Oh Jesus. Oh fuck. I bite my lips not to cry out. God he is so tight and when I look down - down at my cock penetrating him and taking his virginity from him - the rush of pleasure and triumph is almost too much for me. Take him, make him mine, fuck him hard hard hard, make him scream my name over and over…

Gasping for air, I stop. I have to stop; my logical mind reigns in the animal desire to possess him and fuck him till we both pass out. It’s his first time. This is an intense moment. I don’t want to hurt him so I wait, ready to pull back; but after a minute the rhythm of Patrick’s sucking overwhelms Austin’s discomfort and he begins to move his hips - caught between Patrick’s mouth and my cock filling his ass. He twists and lets out a harsh, keening sound of mingled confusion and pleasure. His excitement increases and his body trembles, growing hotter against me, as I push forward inch by inch into his virgin ass, stretching it wide, claiming it slowly and deeply as mine mine mine.

“You like that, don’t you?” I grunt into his ear, pressing my chest down on his sweaty back with my hands bracing the couch cushion on either side on his. “You like my cock in your ass, you like feeling all full. Don’t you Austin?”

“Oh yeah,” he blurts wildly as his movements get shallower and more jerky down into Patrick’s hot mouth and up into my cock, burying it deeper inside him. “Yeah… fuck me, Will…”

He clenches around me like a fist and then I’m totally unglued. Instead of a tingling build my orgasm is a fucking nuclear blast that flashes through me in a split second and crackles and bursts through my entire body at once - violently I cum inside his ass and I can barely even open my eyes in time to see the flood of cream spill from around my cock and leak from his hole. Jesus, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… his virgin asshole stretched and dripping my cum as I pull my cock out, still aching and twitching.

“Patrick,” I demand and grab him by the arm. My voice is ragged, hardly even my own. Patrick’s eyes are round and amazed but he lets me pull him up as I move aside and push him between Austin’s spread thighs. I wrap my hand around Patrick’s rock-hard cock as we both look down at the delicious sight of Austin spread before us, needy and waiting. So slutty, dripping cum, his skin flushed and his body shaking. “Fuck him,” I rasp at Patrick.

Patrick meets my eyes for a startled second before he swallows and looks down at his cock - his face is damp with sweat and I lean over and lick the salty bead that trickles down his neck, using my hand to push his hips closer to Austin. “Fuck him, Patrick. He needs your dick in his ass, don’t you Austin?”

“Mm,” Austin whimpers; and just seeing him spread out like that, begging and whimpering, makes me hard again. Patrick doesn’t wait to be asked a second time. He throws himself forward over Austin and I reach over and cup his balls as he sinks his cock into Austin’s dripping hole, so loose and spread there is no resistance at all. Patrick groans in his throat as he buries himself all the way to the hilt in one long stroke. I pant through my grin, wrapping my arm around Patrick’s neck. I lick his ear while he trembles, moaning; my other hand guides his hips into a thrusting motion into Austin’s waiting ass.

“That’s it,” I growl in my throat. “Fuck him hard. You love that, don’t you, slut.” I run my hand over Austin’s ass, slicking him with my cum that’s dripped onto his thighs. “Tell us you love it, slut…”

“Yes,” Austin cries out as Patrick fucks him fiercely. The wild thrusts make him quiver and low, guttural sounds come from his throat each time Patrick bottoms out in his ass; my hand guides Patrick’s hips to a little extra shunt when he hits, driving him up further. Patrick’s thrusts get wild and shallow, a sweat blooms over his pale lithe body, and all the sudden his muscles go stiff - he freezes, his head goes back and he wails as his empties loads of cum into Austin’s ass. There’s not much room left since he’s already full and most of it oozes forth as Patrick slowly pulls out, reeling.

All I can do is stare at the sight of Austin, trembling and dripping. Part of me wants to lick him clean… but another part of me isn’t satisifed with that. He still hasn’t gotten off yet. He’s shaking, his head down between his arms that are spread-eagled on the chair; he hardly even knows what he needs to finish him off.

I tear my eyes from him and grin at Patrick. He looks gorgeous, flushed and sweaty and panting, almost giddy. My cock stirs again, brushing his thigh. I caress his soaked hair and lean over to swiftly kiss his hot mouth, before I glance at Alexa, who’s apparently reached her own climax and is merely sitting there in a disheveled heap, staring at us with her eyes glazed. I dismiss her and turn back to Austin.

Not so tough now, all naked and fucked over, on all fours dripping with mingled cum and whimpering for completion. All my twisted love and hate seems to fade into something like indifference. I glance back at Patrick, my shiny little fuck bunny, and smile. This is something new… something better, completely fresh with no bitterness, no history.

Reaching down I scoop mine and Patrick’s mixed cum from Austin’s ass and gather it in the cup of my fingertips. Then I grab his shoulders and pull him up, freeing his hands from the couch. And I bring my hand up to his slack, panting lips and slide my cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. He licks it clean without hesitation - whimpering with need as he does. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

I pull my fingers from Austin’s mouth and lean over toward Patrick, who’s collapsed against the side of the couch - he grins at me and I smile back at him as our lips meet. He tastes as sweet and tangy as apple juice and kissing him gives me a little flutter in my stomach. I close my eyes. I lose myself in his kiss until on the edge of my brain a little whimper intrudes and I open my eyes to find Austin staring at us, his eyes wide and desperate as he strokes his cock. Alexa is still sitting and watching, reeling from what she just saw.

“Will, I need,” Austin stutters, “aren’t you…”

I’m a little surprised to see him and remember he’s there. But God this is sweet, I realize with a grin. Please let me, I used to beg to suck his dick, just a little taste of him, and now he begs for a taste of me, for me to satisfy his darkest urges he never fully admitted until now. But now it’s just too fucking late.

Austin stares in open-mouthed amazement as I stand on my wobbly legs and draw Patrick up by the hand. I think it’s dawning on Austin I’m not getting him off, that I’m just going to leave him there in a quivering heap. Just the way he’s left me so many times. This time I’m just going to walk away. I smile at Patrick and hand him his clothes as I draw him to the stairs.

“You can’t just leave,” Austin protests, trying to get back some of his control over me. But I’m already gone, and I only turn my head to fire back over my shoulder while Patrick and I head upstairs to find munchies, and then up to my room for our own private continuation of this party.

“You wanted to know if Alexa would fuck you; well, now you can ask her yourself.”

**

“Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. In real life unsafe sex kills.

Thanks TH, S and AC.”