Sex in the Sky

*Chapter 1: Truth and Consequences*

The tall, powerfully built, expensively dressed man sighed impatiently. Jackson, Jaze Kingston had been separated from his partner and he had been locked in a large, damp cellar. There were no windows and no other door and the assorted bits and pieces strewn around didn’t lend themselves to being of any use as potential weaponry. Jaze flicked at imaginary dust on his lapel as he tried not to think of what might be happening to his partner.

Stewart, Stewie Donovan was Jaze’s idea of a perfect partner and not just the type to work well alongside him. A few years younger than Jaze, smaller, slender, with shoulder length blond hair and beautiful blue eyes that often sparkled with mirth or mischief, but could look like chips of sapphire if the younger man was angry. It wasn’t that a relationship was forbidden. In fact their Chief was of the mind that relationships made the group stronger, less likely to take risks or go out on unnecessary limbs. What had stopped Jaze was his uncertainty as to how Stewie would react to a relationship with the man who was also his Team Leader; the Team Leader of Cobalt Blue. Nor was Jaze sure Stewie would even be interested in a relationship with a man. So the older man had kept a mental store of Stewie fantasies and had watched and waited for the past few months to gauge how Stewie might respond.

Now the bigger man feared that his caution may have been for nothing. They had walked into a trap. Stewie had been dragged away only partially conscious. Two big goons had beaten the smaller man to the ground as Jaze had been forced to watch. The Drug Baron asking questions of Jaze the bigger man literally couldn’t answer. It seemed they had stumbled into someone else’s territory. Jaze could only hope that the distress signal he’d activated in his watch had been received before it had been removed by one of the goons and that a rescue team were on their way. He stared worriedly at the cellar door. A lot of damage could be done in the meantime even if they were. He made a mental promise to discover whether he stood any chance with his young partner once they were out of danger.

The sound of raucous laughter snapped Jaze out of his reverie and the big man tensed, ready to attack if the opportunity arose. As the door opened and a small blond figure was thrust inside, all thoughts of escape fled Jaze’s mind. Stewie’s hands were tightly handcuffed behind his back. Stewie’s face and body displayed the evidence of a further beating. More worrying still was the fact that all Stewie now wore were skimpy baby blue bikini briefs. Jaze felt his heart in his throat as he caught the restrained young man before he could fall face down on unforgiving ground. Glancing into Stewie’s face, Jaze could see the dazed look that could herald either concussion or drugs. He drew the young man into his lap as he sat on the cold, damp ground, not wanting the more vulnerable man to have to sit on it. He cradled Stewie without embarrassment as he glared at the goons.

“Have fun, boys,” one of the two goons that had originally beaten Stewie called from the doorway. “We have to go out now, but when we finish we’ll be back to play with pretty-boy.”

The door slammed shut and Jaze could hear them laughing outside. Jaze’s arms tightened around the slender form, feeling sickened. He knew exactly what form that ‘play’ would take.

“Stewie,” Jaze spoke softly. “You with me, Stewie?” He looked worriedly into the bruised visage, the superficial damage not distracting from the blond’s beauty. That beauty intensified as a smile of genuine pleasure lit up the beloved face as Stewie recognised Jaze.

“You’re here,” Stewie said.

“Did they give you something, Stewie?” Jaze asked with concern. Stewie didn’t seem to realise his state or their predicament.

“Mmm,” came the less than eloquent reply.

“What, Stewie? What did they give you?”

Stewie blinked owlishly, his blue eyes wide as he gazed at Jaze. He smiled widely again and Jaze groaned inwardly. Under almost any other circumstances he would have loved to see that smile directed at him.

“Sodium pen’thol,” Stewie replied. “The big bad guys wanted to shoot me up with other stuff but the Boss said not yet. Wanted to make sure we weren’t lying. Just wanted me truthful. Didn’t answer him, though,” Stewie said, and then added. “I couldn’t, so they hurt me again.”

Jaze looked at the saddened face wishing he could ease the younger man’s hurts.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Stewie said smiling again.

“Are you?” Jaze asked with a smile of his own.

“I’m always glad when you’re around,” Stewie declared then looked shocked.

“You don’t always show it,” Jaze teased gently.

“That’s cos it’s a secret that I can’t tell you,” Stewie said, his face sad once more.

Jaze decided he really didn’t want to see that look on the helpless young man. Then he frowned at Stewie’s words.

“You liking me around is a secret?” he asked rhetorically. Then his eyes opened wide. Could there actually be a possibility? “Do you like me, Stewie?” he asked quietly, trying to make the slender man look at him. Stewie’s eyes were still wide and the look of shock came back as Jaze took in the nod of Stewie’s head. “Really like me?” the older man pressed relentlessly. At the hesitant nod, Jaze took in a deep breath and prayed he wasn’t wrecking a good working partnership and an even better friendship. “Speak to me, Stewie,” he commanded softly. “Do you love me?”

“Yes.” The word was the barest whisper and yet the sweetest sound Jaze had ever heard. But he was concerned to see that now Stewie didn’t just look shocked, but frightened and pained.

“Does loving me hurt you, Stewie?” Jaze asked perplexed at Stewie’s demeanour.

“Yes,” came the whispered reply and Jaze could feel the younger man trembling in his arms.

“Why?” he asked, needing to know how to reassure his new lover.

“Because you don’t love me,” came the mournful reply and a large tear slid down Stewie’s bruised cheek.

“Oh, Stewie, love,” Jaze smiled. “There have been several women in my life and some men. It’s easy to have an open relationship with a woman but I had to be careful with the men I dated. I had to be even more careful not to make the wrong move when it came to you, you were too special.” He removed his handkerchief from the suit breast pocket and carefully wet it. Gently he cleansed the blood from the cut to Stewie’s lower lip and then covered Stewie’s lips with his own. His reward was a soft sweet sigh that went straight to the older man’s heart. He broke the kiss to gaze lovingly at the now panting young man in his arms.

“Jaze,” Stewie gasped, his eyes were now filled with a mix of shock and what Jaze hoped was love. “I don’t…you didn’t…”

Noises from behind the cellar door stopped the disorientated young man from continuing his confused ramblings and instead Jaze heard a small whimper of fear. “They said they would…they wanted. Jaze, I’ve never…” Stewie said brokenly.

“They’ll have to go through me first, love,” Jaze growled protectively. He swept Stewie up from the floor and into his arms. He carried the shaking, precious bundle to one of the far corners. Tucking Stewie under tarpaulin and some broken furniture, Jaze took off his jacket and went to stand by the cellar door. They would find Stewie easily enough if that was what they wanted. But Jaze was willing to fight to protect his younger lover - or even offer himself in Stewie’s stead.

Something about Stewie’s words kept swirling around Jaze’s mind. Making a conscious effort, the older man put the words from his mind and allowed the adrenaline to course through his veins.

Jaze then found himself sagging with relief as uniformed police entered the cellar.

“Kingston, Donovan?” the lead officer asked. “We had a call from your department.”

“Jaze, Stewie,” a dark skinned woman and an older blond man came racing in.

“Shiraz, Leo,” Jaze said relief colouring his voice. “Thanks for the cavalry. We need an ambulance for Stewie. He was beaten and drugged.”

“We’re on it.”

The uniformed policeman hesitated as the members of Jaze’s team ran to arrange medical assistance. “Do you need any help?” he asked as he scanned the area.

“No thanks, Officer,” Jaze smiled. “I can manage.”

He swept up his jacket. Moving to where he had hidden Stewie, Jaze found the younger man unconscious. He draped his jacket around the near naked body as he lifted Stewie into his arms. He strode past the policeman, wanting nothing more than to get Stewie checked out and home so they could continue their confessions of love.

Jaze’s stride was jaunty as he made his way to Stewie’s hospital room. The police statement and debriefing had taken longer than anticipated. He had, however, ensured a message was delivered to Stewie telling him to wait at the hospital as Jaze would come to take him home. Jaze had envisioned that would have been two hours earlier. He knocked and smiling stepped inside the room. His smile faded immediately. The room was empty and looked like it had been unoccupied for some time.

“Can I help you?” a female voice came from behind Jaze.

“I was told Mr Donovan was in this room. A blond young man.” Jaze added.

“Oh yes,” the nurse said smiling. “Such a nice young man. But he seemed very sad. I thought a call had come to say someone would come to collect him, but he insisted he would get a taxi. I didn’t think he should have gone home alone. I expect there was some mix-up?” she asked.

“Some mix-up indeed,” Jaze growled, then smiled reassuringly. “I’ll go and unmix things,” he said.

Outside Stewie’s apartment, Jaze banged hard on the door.

“I know you’re in there Stewie,” he shouted. “I don’t care whether it’s the door or my fist that breaks first, but I’m not leaving here till we’ve talked face to face.”

Jaze stood listening and heard the noise that heralded the door being unlocked, but Stewie didn’t open it. Taking a steadying breath, Jaze stepped resolutely into the apartment. Jaze’s breath caught in his throat.

Stewie wore old, figure hugging sweat pants and a button fronted brushed cotton shirt, open enough to reveal some of Stewie’s smooth chest. The sight of bruising there brought Jaze up short and made the older man frown remembering the beatings Stewie endured.

“What are you doing here, Jaze?” Stewie asked with a sigh.

“I said I’d come and get you.” Jaze replied stepping forward and closing the gap physically, although he recognised there was a huge psychological gap still between them. Stewie was acting as though they had never made any confessions of love.

“I waited a while and then sent a message to say I’d get a taxi,” Stewie said defensively.

Jaze’s frown deepened. If any messages had come for him, Shiraz would have taken them and she had assured the older man there were no messages. That woman was incredibly sharp, Jaze mused.

“Stewie, back in the cellar…” Jaze began, but Stewie interrupted.

“I was drugged and beaten, Jaze,” he said, his tone desperate. “Can’t we just forget it and carry on as before? I swear I won’t bother you.”

At the pleading look in Stewie’s eyes, Jaze had found himself moving forward again till he was inches away from Stewie. At this distance the look of desperation in Stewie’s eyes was unmistakable.

“Bothered, Stewie?” Jaze asked incredulously.

“I told you I loved you, Jaze,” the distressed young man said. “I know you don’t feel the same…”

“Who says I don’t feel the same?” Jaze demanded aggressively. He had just found this young man and he had no intention of letting him go. He was Jaze’s and he meant for Stewie to realise it. He stood even closer to his heart’s desire, allowing love, lust and desire to shine from his hazel eyes.

“You never said anything…” Stewie began, but the desolation in the blue eyes was too much for Jaze to bear. He realised Stewie was right, he hadn’t said anything of his feelings for the younger man. Believing actions would speak louder then words, he closed the last of the distance between them. His eyes never left Stewie’s as he wrapped a possessive arm around the slender waist. He pulled the unresisting body hard against him. He used his other hand to angle Stewie’s head and covered the lush lips with his own.

Jaze kissed gently, running his tongue over the seam of Stewie’s lips until the younger man opened to him with a moan of pleasure. He slid his tongue into the warm, wet cavern and began to explore every nook and cranny, tasting toothpaste and Stewie’s own unique flavour. He growled in pleasure at the essential taste of his mate and the evidence of Stewie’s arousal pressing into his thigh. He broke the kiss and stood holding the lithe form as they both panted softly.

“I’ve been attracted to you since you came to work for me, Stewie,” Jaze confessed. “It became something more so gradually even I didn’t realise it. But I didn’t want to jeopardise a good friendship and so I waited for an opportune moment. I thought you were beyond my reach, Stewie. But now I want you and I want an ‘us’. Before we go any further, I need to know what you want. I need to know it’s the same as me, cos I won’t settle for less than everything from you.”

“It’s been my dream that you would want me,” Stewie confessed. “The Chief knew of my preferences and said so long as I was discreet it would make no difference. I saw you and didn’t need discreet. I measured every possible partner against you and turned them down.”

Jaze reached out to touch the bruise visible on Stewie’s chest. He trailed the hand up to Stewie’s face and smiled as the younger man leant into the simple caress.

“Will you let me love you, Stewie?” Jaze asked his voice rough with desire.

“Yes, please,” Stewie begged softly.

Jaze’s smile was feral as he took Stewie’s hand. He knew this apartment as he knew his own and he led Stewie to the bedroom. Once inside, Jaze began to kiss Stewie with growing ardour. His hands unfastened Stewie’s shirt as his lips roamed over the beautiful face. He pushed the shirt away and gazed predatorily at the bared skin. Stewie’s skin was a warm honey tone and his nipples were peaked dark discs that begged silently to be kissed, nipped and suckled. He laved at one cinnamon nub as he pushed the sweatpants from Stewie’s slim hips. Pushing Stewie to lie flat, Jaze turned his attention to the neglected nipple, gently pinching and tugging its already sensitised twin till both were achingly hard and Stewie moaned and writhed beneath him.

Jaze slid his hand down between Stewie’s legs, the sweatpants having slid to Stewie’s knees and presenting no barrier to Jaze reaching his prize. Stewie’s shaft was slick with pre-come, smooth and slender and fitted perfectly into Jaze’s large hand. Jaze revelled in the sweet mewls of pleasure spilling from Stewie’s lips. Jaze moved his oral assault from Stewie’s nipples, down the smooth chest and tight abdominals until his mouth hovered over Stewie’s hard hot flesh. With one swift move, Jaze engulfed the straining flesh to the root, inhaling Stewie’s musk from the small nest of blond curls. He cupped the sac, heavy with unspent seed and gave it a gentle squeeze as he hummed and swallowed. As he predicted, the triple combination proved too much for Stewie’s already tenuous control. With a scream that Jaze dimly recognised as his name, Stewie erupted into Jaze’s mouth. The older man leant back a little as he greedily drank all his young lover could produce. He licked and suckled tenderly till the organ was soft and spent before allowing it to slip from his voracious mouth.

“Taste how beautiful you are,” he commanded softly taking possession of Stewie’s lush lips. The low moan of passion sent jolt after jolt to Jaze’s aching shaft. He wanted to be buried deep inside this special young man. Sitting up from the satiated younger man to a soft mewl of protest, Jaze removed the sweatpants and gazed possessively at the naked, sated young man. He felt himself get impossibly harder at the erotic sight of the nubile young man unclothed below him as he stood, fully dressed looming over him. Jaze briefly hoped that when their relationship was more developed that Stewie would be amicable to role-play. This was a favourite fantasy.

“Do you ever intend to undress?” Stewie’s voice held a sated sound that changed its tone. Jaze decided he liked it and intended to hear it as often as possible. Locking eyes with the younger man, Jaze’s reply was a smile as he slowly stripped. He stood naked allowing Stewie’s eyes to take their fill.

“So big,” Stewie whispered innocently.

“Don’t worry, baby. ” Jaze assured. “With careful preparation it will fit. Do you like what you see, love?” he asked.

“Let me show you,” Stewie purred reaching his arms open to his older mate. Jaze lowered himself into the waiting embrace and both men gasped at their first skin to skin touch. Stewie’s hand traced through Jaze’s short dark hair to the goatee beard of his lover and down to the powerful chest, trailing his fingers through the dark hair.

“You’re beautiful,” Stewie moaned as he kissed Jaze’s lips.

“Not as beautiful as you, love” Jaze replied. He gazed down at his young lover and noticed a brief flicker of apprehension before Stewie could hide it. “What is it, love?” he asked.

“I want you to make love with me, Jaze,” Stewie said earnestly. “I really do.” He looked away, sighing. Jaze put his finger under the smooth chin and brought the beloved face back to lock gazes.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked quietly. “Have you made love with a man?”

“Yes…no…I’ve never…”

//I’ve never// the words crashed to the forefront of Jaze’s memory. The cellar, Stewie’s fear. //I’ve never//.

“You’ve never gone all the way?” Jaze asked carefully.

“No,” Stewie said softly. “I knew I was more comfortable with men, so I never had a relationship with girls as it wouldn’t have been fair. I didn’t want ‘just sex’. I wanted more. I wanted love, so I was willing to wait. I love you, Jaze and I want you to make love with me.”

“Do you have any idea of the gift you’re giving me, love?” Jaze asked his voice hoarse. “I love you, Stewie and I want to love you; to show you how much pleasure two men can share. But I need to know you’re sure about this. Once we take this step I won’t ever let you go. You do understand that, Stewie. Once you give yourself to me you’ll be mine, exclusively, permanently.” Jaze’s voice was dark, passionate, aggressive.

“Please, Jaze,” Stewie’s voice was soft, seductive, submissive.

“No one else, Stewie. Ever.” Jaze emphasised.

“Yours, Jaze. I was yours the day we first met. I love you, please love me”

The submissive words spoken so assuredly were all Jaze needed to be certain this was Stewie’s choice. The beautiful boy wanted to be his; believed he was already his. His beautiful boy, his mate; the other half of his soul, of this Jaze was that certain.

“I do love you, sweetheart,” Jaze crooned, calming the agitated young man with soft caresses to the soft blond hair. “And I will love you and show you you’re mine. But I won’t rush this, Stewie. I can only ever take the gift of your innocence, your virginity once and I want it to be forever memorable for all the right reasons.”

“Yours, Jaze?” Stewie asked, looking for the reassurance his mate could give.

“Mine,” Jaze’s voice was a low growl. “Only my touch, Stewie. Only ever mine. No one else will know how you look, taste, sound or feel when you come. Only ever me. My privilege, my prerogative.”

Stewie shivered in arousal and anticipation. He had always thought of himself as independent, outgoing and somewhat of an extrovert. Whilst he didn’t think that would change in the world outside of the bedroom, he suddenly realised he wanted Jaze’s sexual dominance. He wanted to submit to the bigger man and Jaze showed every indication that he would give Stewie exactly what the younger man needed.

“Were you hiding from someone?” Phil’s hand reached for his cock and began to pump it rhythmically. Rayne kissed his neck and shoulders and returned the favour, stroking his left hand steadily over Phil’s dick and balls.

“I had a row with the guy that brought me out here,” his mouth fastened onto Phil’s once more and they surged against one another on the bed cover. For a little while there was nothing more said; the only sounds in the room were the soft, wet noises of their conjoined mouths and rubbing hands. Occasionally one or the other uttered a little moan or whimper of approval or encouragement. Rayne kissed his slow way down Phil’s chest, licking and nibbling at his nipples, then bent his head and took the other man’s cockhead in his mouth.

Phil groaned weakly, his breathing quickening as Rayne sucked his cock. He was not huge but already he was intensely aroused. His genitals and scrotum were clean-shaven, which seemed to be a trend out here. It made his five inch cock seem bigger but Rayne had no trouble taking it all and still managing to lick and tease his balls. As Phil spread his legs, his mate reached for the lube and rubbed some sensuously between his soft, tanned cheeks.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” Phil panted, writhing on the bed under him. “You give fuckin’ great head! Touch me inside. Put your fingers up me.”

Rayne came up for air but carried on kissing Phil’s penis and balls as he worked a slippery finger around the other boy’s anal orifice then pressed on his button firmly until he was admitted. Phil bucked his slim hips up off the bed and groaned again, more eagerly as Rayne’s tongue swept from the base of his ball sac to the tip of his cock. He pushed a second finger in and began to pump them both up and down in Phil’s soft, wet hole.

“Omigod!” Phil huffed in a sharper voice. “Will you fuck me?”

Rayne nuzzled his crotch, breathing in his hot, slightly sweaty scent. He licked the salty skin around Phil’s twitching balls, slightly surprised but not displeased by the request.

“Sure,” he breathed, feeling the other lad squirm with pleasure.

Eagerly he kissed his way back up to Phil’s neck and they rubbed together on the bed with Rayne’s cock between the other man’s thighs. His lips touched Phil’s mouth and he whispered; “Help me with the rubber.”

“You really never used them?” Phil looked up at him with wide blue eyes.

“Not much,” Rayne confessed, unable to meet that innocent stare. “Guess I should be dead by now, huh?”

“You’re a fuckin’ angel. Maybe that makes you immune!” Phil giggled, then sat up with Rayne kneeling between his legs and reached for the box of condoms. “Here, let me do it.”

His touch was light and skilful on Rayne’s cock. They kissed one another the whole time he was ripping open the packet and rolling the latex sheath one-handed over his lover’s erection. He did not even look down.

“You’ve done that before,” Rayne panted as Phil’s fingers reached the base of his hard-on.

“Just a bit!” Phil winked at him. He poured a little more lube into the palm of his hand and rubbed it firmly up and down the ridged shaft that jutted against his belly. Rayne’s lips parted around a little “ohhhh” of approval. The condom felt peculiar, like the skin had shrunk and tightened around his penis, it was sensitive but not unpleasant.

Phil kissed his mouth a little harder. His tongue pulsed deep between the other boy’s jaws as they sank back down on the bed again with Phil underneath. Rayne felt his mate’s legs part around him and Phil reached down, pulling his knees back towards his shoulders so that his arse cheeks spread and lifted off the bed.

“Put it in me,” Phil instructed a little more urgently now. “Mmmhhhh, quick Rayne. I need your cock in me.”

Rayne Wilde needed no more encouragement than that. It was rare enough that he got to be the top, he was determined to make the most of Phil’s kind offer. Bracing his knees wide he crouched over the other man and guided his throbbing cock head to Phil’s welcoming entrance. His little pink star was bobbing up and down eagerly on the bed and Rayne gripped his bum to hold him steady as he eased his tool inside. He was amazed at how little resistance Phil’s sphincter offered and in no time at all he was buried to the hilt in the other lad’s hot, wet hole, bucking his hips against Phil’s bare arse while the blond lad’s long legs wrapped around him and he cried out excitedly.

“Oh God! Yeah… yeah… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me! Harder! Jesus, Rayne… Harder! Fuck me hard!”

He was half scared of hurting Phil or tearing the rubber but he got the blond’s knees over his shoulders and straddled his exposed arse, giving the boy what he wanted, banging away at him like it was his only chance. His mate’s soft, moist, slippery arsehole yielded to his thrusts in the most incredibly satisfying way. Phil felt hot and tight around his cock but he was still slipping in and out quick and easy like fucking pussy. Rayne bent over him hands flat on the bedcover either side of Phil’s ribs, his head bent and his dark hair tumbling around his face and swaying back and forth as he bucked away furiously between the blond boy’s legs. Sweat ran down his naked back in streams.

Phil lay with his arms thrown out to either side like a crucified saint, eyes rolled back in his head, mouth open wide, panting and screaming.

“Oh, Rayne! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck me! Make me cum! Maaaaaake me cuuuuuum!”

If he did not reach climax soon, Rayne knew he was going to get there first. The delicious friction on his throbbing prick, combined with the ribbing on the condom, was bringing him unbearably close. He slowed his thrusting briefly but Phil only yelled at him to go faster again.

‘Fuck it!’ he thought with a shake of his head. ‘If he doesn’t cum I can always suck him off!’

He hammered Phil’s arse for all he was worth, satisfying the furious itch inside, and was rewarded when the blond almost bucked him off the bed as he shot his load all over his chest and belly. His tightening chute milked the cream from Rayne’s balls and the dark-haired boy collapsed between his legs with an involuntary cry of ecstasy as Phil’s clenching rectal muscles gripped and squeezed him, controlling the explosion. He could feel his own hot flood filling the rubber sheath and spilling back out onto his nuts as he sprawled on top of Phil moaning like a dying animal.

“Omigod!” Phil huffed in a tiny voice. “Omigod! That was SO good! I’ve been thinking about doing it with you since yesterday. You are SO good, Rayne!”

He nuzzled Phil’s chest and licked some cum off his nipples, then wormed higher and kissed his mouth again. For a few minutes they just lay together, sucking at one another’s faces and stroking hot sweaty skin. Rayne knelt up and Phil stroked his cock, rubbing him in the loose, cum-filled rubber until he quickened again. Rayne stripped off the rubber and Phil wasted no time unwrapping another. He bent over his lover’s groin, blond head between those sharp, narrow hips, and this time used his lips and tongue to apply the sheath whilst he fondled Rayne’s balls. The other boy closed his eyes for a moment, throwing his head back as he was teased, his mouth slightly parted around a soundless sigh. He began to gasp a little as Phil deep-throated the head of his cock.

This time there was no need for verbal instruction. Phil lifted his head and turned around, presenting his buttocks. As he dropped to his hands and knees on the bed, Rayne lubed and mounted him, pushing himself in with no concerns about hurting his friend this time.

“Aaaahhhh!” Phil cried out. “Ohhhh Christ! Yeah… like that! ”

Deaf to his cries, Rayne grabbed his tanned hips and fucked him hard. This time it was painfully, savagely quick. He was on fire, banging the naked blond halfway across the bed until Phil was up against the wall and still taking it. His mate ground his crotch violently into Phil’s arse, pushing himself up as far as he physically could and ramming it in over and over until he came uncontrollably. He wondered as he did so if this was how it felt for some of the men who had paid to use him like this back home. Did they feel as if fireworks were going off behind their eyes and in their balls? Were their hearts hammering twenty to the dozen as they slammed away at his arsehole, just desperate to get the deed done as quickly as possible because they’d paid for half an hour and maybe they’d have time for another go, and yet another if they seeded him fast and hard.

He could not blame them. This felt good. It felt more than good; it was fucking amazing.

Rayne leaned against Phil, keeping him pinned to the wall; keeping his prick inside the blond. He nuzzled the other boy’s neck and shoulder, breathing in the scent of clean, fresh sweat and the hot musk of his well-fucked arsehole. His sexual aroma was overwhelming.

“That was hot,” he gasped. “Do you like it like this?”

Phil nodded. He whimpered slightly.

“Did you get off?”

A shake of the head this time; Phil whispered; “Are you still hard?”

Rayne pulsed experimentally. The feel of Phil’s abused hole around his cock was almost unbearably arousing.

“Yeah,” he said with a feral grin. “You want some more?”

“Uh-huh… don’t stop,” Phil panted. “You’re making me feel so horny.”

Rayne began to thrust again, he did not need asking. Phil keened frantically as they coupled up against his bedroom wall, fucking so hard that the bed rocked from side to side as Rayne worked his cock in and out. He was riding Phil in tight circles, keeping the other man satisfied this time. One hand slid down Phil’s bare belly to his dick and began to pump it hard. The other gripped the blond’s firm young balls. Rayne kissed his neck and began to give him long, slow lovebites there as he thrust away between Phil’s cheeks. Phil was soon writhing in his arms and humping himself up and down on Rayne’s cock.

“Ooohhhh, so good… so hot!” he whined eagerly. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Rayne raised the pace steadily, letting himself get rougher and faster a little at a time. He had begun to buck double-quick and was just shy of nailing Phil to the wall with his dick when the blond exploded in his rapidly fisting hand. Pressed up close to him, Rayne began to jack-hammer his arsehole for the second time that night as Phil sprayed the wall of his rented room with spunk. Just when he thought that he could not physically go on, Rayne felt his testes shrink up into his groin and the sensation of slow-burning pleasure trickled back down his cock and out through his crotch into his belly and down his arms and legs. His fingers and toes were quivering as if with pins and needles.

Phil curled up on the bed and Rayne flopped down on his back, peeling off the sticky, spunk filled sheath and dropping it onto the tiled floor with a soft, wet splat.

“Fuckin’ell!” he exhaled exhaustedly.

“Did you like that?” Phil whispered.

“Yeah!”

“Do you want to come to the dunes with me tomorrow?” the blond asked him. “We can fuck there, if you don’t mind people watching you.”

Rayne turned his head to look at Phil. He really was deceptive with those big blue eyes. They made you think he was innocent when he clearly was anything but.

“I don’t mind that,” he said neutrally.

“Maybe a few guys might want to join in,” Phil ventured cautiously. “Y’know, like an orgy?”

“Or a gangbang,” Rayne said, his expression very still.

“Yeah.” Phil grinned at him.

“Have you ever been gangbanged?” the dark-haired boy asked, rolling onto his side to look at Phil seriously.

“No… but I fantasise about it all the time,” Phil confessed. “Have you?”

Rayne turned onto his stomach and cradled his head in his arms. He felt tired and very light-headed as if he might float away.

“Yeah,” he murmured at last.

“What was it like? How many men were there?” Phil wriggled closer, conspiratorially.

“Dunno,” Rayne said, turning his head to see the look on Phil’s face. “I lost count after about twelve.”

“Wow!” The blond began to masturbate. “How did they do it? Did they queue up for it? Did you cum?”

“A few times,” Rayne said vaguely. “It was a bit of a free for all actually. They just stood around wanking and waited for a hole to come free then they stuck their cocks in it.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Phil asked him tremulously. He was jerking himself off hard now.

“Not as much as you,” Rayne told him and buried his face in his arms again.

Phil moved up close to him, undeterred. He was rubbing himself against Rayne on the bed. At last he climbed on top of the other boy and eased his erect penis between Rayne’s legs.

“Can I fuck you?” he asked huskily.

“What time is it?” Rayne asked without lifting his head.

“About six fifteen,” Phil nuzzled the back of his neck and dry humped him eagerly.

“I have to go,” Rayne said, sitting up at once and dislodging him. “I said I’d be back before seven. Patrick’s coming for tea! Can I have a shower?”

“Who’s Patrick?” Phil asked as Rayne swung his legs off the bed and wandered into the bathroom without waiting for confirmation. He peeled off his carry pouch and hung it on the door.

“Some Porno big cheese. P.J.McNamara; he’s in this film Leland’s making. I’ve got to make nice with him or something.” He turned on the water and sighed with pleasure as it rinsed off some of the stickiness, cooling his blood.

Phil appeared in the doorway, eyes wide.

“Paddy McNamara? Fuckin’ hell!” he exclaimed. “You’re gonna do it with Paddy Mac? God, I’m soooooo jealous!”

“You can do it instead if you like,” Rayne said sarcastically. “What’s with this guy anyway? Everyone acts like he’s God or something.”

Phil slipped into the shower room and began to wash Rayne’s back for him quite deliberately.

“Paddy’s notorious,” he gushed delightedly. “I can’t believe you’ve never heard of him. He’s got the biggest knob in Queer Porn. It’s official, they measured him in San Remo last year. He’s got a fifteen-inch dick, Rayne. Fifteen inches long, six and a half inches around at the tip and seven inches around at the base! He’s huge! They have this competition in America every year for new young porn actors to see if they can deep-throat him.”

“Piece of piss,” Rayne said, deadpan.

“You’re kidding! It’d choke me.”

“You’re doing it wrong.” Rayne turned around and kissed him slowly and tenderly. “Look I’ve really got to shoot. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Thanks for this afternoon, it’s been great.”

“Yeah,” Phil said affectionately. “It has.”

*

Rayne set off at a run. It was nearly six thirty by the time he left Phil’s flat and he had reached the boat before he remembered that he’d left his stash bag and money in the blond boy’s bathroom.

“Shit!” he swore through his teeth and was about to dash back for it when Aldo’s voice hailed him, sounding worried.

“Rayne! Where have you been? Anthony’s turned the Cap upside down looking for you!”

And then he was surrounded with no hope of escape.

“:END OF PART EIGHT:”