A Homo-Erotic Love Story
Right Now by Alexander Cee
"Touch" by John Clum“Come with me.”
“No I ‘m talking to someone. Let go!” Jeff refused him, looking into the other man’s face. He knew that look, his lover was intensely aroused.
“Just shut up and come on,” his voice was impatient.
“Sam we just can’t walk…” Jeff said, trying to pull his arm back and return to the small group of people he had been speaking with.
“I said stop it. You want me to fuck you right here?” his partner’s rough voice whispered into his ear.
Jeff felt immediately subdued; knowing Sam would indeed follow through with his words, if he didn’t behave. When he was this horny, proper etiquette meant nothing to him. The only thought on his mind would be to get immediate release.
“No,” he whispered pleadingly.
“Then come on,” Sam continued, dragging his partner down the hall and into a large bathroom set-aside for the guest’s usage.
He was pulled unceremoniously into the bathroom; the door closed and locked behind him with a firm click.
“Sam, let’s not do this here. Let’s wait until we go home, please,” Jeff implored, still trying to change the obvious outcome.
The black leather belt around his slim waist was taken a hold of, and he was hauled forward, towards the solidness of a hard muscular chest.
“Take your pants off, you don’t want to crease them,” Sam stated flatly.
“Sam…” Jeff’s hesitance was obvious, but his partner pushed it aside. He didn’t want to hear any refusal. He stripped Jeff naked to the waist, and tossed the still crisp trousers onto the covered toilet.
“Sam,” Jeff started to say again but two fingers were pushed eagerly into his mouth, stopping any further talk. Letting the hot saliva spread across the intruding fingers, as they were sucked and moistened.
Roving lips glided across the span of Jeff’s pale, warm chest, landing squarely onto his nipple. Licking, nipping and teasing the small nub, lavishing it with heaps of attention through the white cotton shirt.
“Oooh Sam,” Jeff couldn’t stop those words from escaping. His nipples were his weak points and his horny partner knew it.
He felt a finger intrude into his ass, pushing on the rim of his hole and he winced a little as digit after digit entered him. Sam’s fingers stretched and widened the small space, readying it for Sam’s hot steel cock.
Sam whispered into Jeff’s ear, “Hold on, this is going to be hard and fast.”
It was; he could feel the throbbing member coming in. Pressing into the tight space, and teasing against the small gland within his ass.
Jeff no longer cared, he no longer resisted coupling in someone else’s bathroom. Now his only thoughts were on getting his rocks off.
Slim fingers gripped the corners of the porcelain sink so tightly, that the knuckles showed white and he stuck his tight ass out waiting for the heavy pounding that was about to come.
A small groan hummed in his throat, reverberating around the small space. The first powerful thrust pushed his body forward with its fierceness. Sam’s cock was pressing in as deeply as he could go.
His ass wanted it all, and Jeff tried to hold on to the thick wood that was ripping open his hole. He had to bite his lips, to stop himself from uttering words that would say as much.
That hot hand was pumping his penis to the same rhythm as the cock pumped in his hole. Along with the continuous tweaking of his nipple, it was too much. He was coming within minutes of being entered. His climax began deep within him and raised steadily to the top.
“I’m coming,” he could barely whisper the words out, as he raised glazed eyes to look at his partner.
“Me too. Come for me baby,” Sam commanded, just before he planted his lips firmly onto the upturned mouth.
It was too much for Jeff. He was being bombarded everywhere. His head, his chest, cock and asshole were all on fire, a sweet, sweet fire that roared fiercely within him.
Forcing the hot sticky semen from his body, it landed in several small, white pools between his feet. Smattering some of the hot liquid onto his black freshly polish leather wing tips.
His lover had come too. He could feel the fullness of his deposit within him, and the small leakage trailing down his leg was a telltale sign that Sam had indeed reached his peak and flooded Jeff’s ass.
But Jeff didn’t mind, he still held onto the sink, his grip not so deadly. He drew deep breaths of air back into his body, trying to calm the ramped shivers that were racing through him.
He felt the loss when his partner pulled his cock out, but it quickly subsided, when Sam helped him to straighten up.
Sam folded Jeff into the warm comfort of his chest and surrounded him with his strong arms. He drew him closer to rest upon the smooth, white cotton shirt that covered his wide chest.
“You okay?” Sam asked his companion, feeling the continuous tremors beginning to die down within his lover’s body.
“Hmmm,” Jeff replied, his eyes were closed and he rested his body solidly into the reassuring heat of his love’s body.
He felt a small kiss placed squarely upon his forehead, and then those sobering words brought him out of his comfortable position.
“Our host will start to wonder what happened to us, if we don’t return soon,” Sam told his relaxed companion.
Jeff stilled in surprised; he had forgotten where they were and hurriedly cleaned himself and redressed, not daring to look at his partner’s face. He knew it would carry a little smile across those full, sexy lips.
Sam stood quietly saying nothing watching, and waiting until his lover had finished arranging his clothing once more, into their proper place. Then he pulled him into his arms and placed a small kiss upon those parted and upturned lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered, before opening the door and ushering Jeff back into the hall towards the loud music and conversing voices.
Originally published November 2009