A Likely Story: A Wayward Ink Publishing Anthology (21 page)

John Legend is crooning
All Of Me
, Troy is moaning, and Samuel is panting. Truly a more delightful symphony doesn’t exist for a sex therapist. I could almost forget my own hard-on… well, if not for the insistent throb and wet patch in my jocks I could have.

Samuel—such a quick learner—is multitasking. One hand is busily preparing his lover for his mammoth cock while the other is stroking Troy’s already more than respectable appendage to an even more respectable length and girth. His attentions are having the desired effect on Troy who is making the most delicious sounds—whimpers and groans peppered with endearments and dirty talk. Delightful. Music to my ears.

“Doc. …” Samuel sounds to be almost in pain. “Doc, help me.”

With a single glance I can see what the problem is. Samuel doesn’t want to free either hand to prep his own dick.
Dear sweet lord. All my Christmases have come at once.

Of course, being the dedicated professional I am I don’t hesitate—I step in to help.

In a thrice I have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen—and I’ve seen a few—sheathed. Now for the good part. Generously coating my palm in lube, I wrap my fist around his cock and begin slathering it in lubricant.
So hot. So hard
.
So would like to
. …

Let’s just say I’m nothing if not thorough.

Digging deep, I force myself to let go and step back—definitely deserve a halo for managing that.

I take a moment to admire the glistening result of my handiwork. Samuel’s cock is glinting in the muted lighting, twitching and jerking excitedly.

“Doc,” he groans. “Please… please… I can’t. …”

Clearly he’s terrified Troy’s ass will close up again if he removes his fingers, and his other hand is so in love with stroking Troy’s cock it obviously can’t be convinced to let go. Rather than spoil the mood by explaining that he can actually let go of Troy’s dick—that it will still be there in a moment, eager and ready to resume playing—I come to his aid again. The things I do for my clients. …

Wrapping my hand around the base of Samuel’s cock, I bring the head to Troy’s dilated hole, applying the lightest of pressures.

“Scissor your fingers, Samuel.”

He does as I ask, gasping as the head of his dick makes contact with his own fingertips. With one hand on his buttock and one on his cock I choreograph his dance, each forward thrust a fraction more than the last. I’m almost sad when we reach the point where the side of my fist is bumping against Troy’s ass—it means I can let go. I don’t want to. Suddenly, I know exactly how Samuel’s hand felt about not wanting to let go of Troy’s cock.

With a supreme act of will, I let go. My halo, which had for a moment more closely resembled a cock ring, surges back into proper halo position above my saintly head. Yes, truly, I
am
a saint.

Part of me wants to grab hold again, and not for the obvious reason. Samuel, god love him, is so inexperienced. No need to ask which head is in control at the moment—it’s certainly not the one positioned between his ears. He’s erratically banging away at Troy. Who can blame him? It’s the first time his dick has felt the sublime velvet of a rectal channel. The first time he’s felt his cock wrapped in hot pulsating silk. And really, by the sounds Troy is making, he’s clearly loving it too. Time enough later to develop technique and learn the art of the tease.

And unschooled or not, it’s hot. Very hot. Inferno, in fact. Just ask my straining dick, he’ll tell you.

“Justin! Oh God, Justin!”

Why is Samuel calling out my name?

“Oh no! Doc!”

I tilt my head forward.
Oh dear. …

The condom is shredding like a cheap pricked balloon.

“Oh god! Oh god! I can’t-I can’t—” Samuel tries but fails to fully withdraw, his hips having taken on a mind of their own.

I lunge forward, but I’m too late.

Cum is flying everywhere—up Troy’s ass, over his back, all over the bed, and all over my hands as I try to control the fire hydrant hose that Samuel’s dick has morphed in to. Samuel’s climax has triggered Troy’s and now I have his cock to contend with—it too is spurting all over the place. Projectile as an adjective is sorely inadequate to describe the fountains the pair of them have unleashed. And thank god the walls are soundproof—between the two of them it sounds like a mass murder is happening.

Not that my dick is complaining. No, indeed, the sights, sounds, and smells are right up his alley. So much so he decides to join the party and come too. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry—I haven’t come in my pants, my dick untouched, since I was a teen.

Euphoric afterglow notwithstanding, I’m not overly concerned, despite the broken condom—the guys had actually wanted to bareback seeing as they are monogamous and Samuel is, or should I say, was, a virgin. They only agreed to a condom because of the safety practices clause in the agreement they had to sign in order to consummate their relationship within my clinic.

And like a pair of puppies, the guys are now rolling around in their mess laughing and kissing and hugging.

“We did it!”

“We did! I can’t believe I actually took all of your dick! I love you!”

“You didn’t just ‘take it’, you loved it!”

Troy planted a noisy kiss on Samuel. “You betcha I did. And you will too when it’s your turn.”

“Justin. Come here. We couldn’t have done it without you.”

Samuel grabs me, pulling me down into their group hug and suddenly they’re both kissing me and damn if my dick isn’t stiffening up again. Christ will it ever get enough of these guys?

“We did it, Justin! We really did it!” Samuel is nigh on crowing.

“Yes, you did, and just think,” I say, laughing and slapping each of them on the butt. “We get to do it all again in three days’ time!”

LILY VELDEN lives on the east coast of Australia, her family having emigrated from Holland when she was a child.

She’s both a left and right brain person, holding qualifications in both Finance and Fine Arts. She tells her friends that her way with numbers will make her a profitable artist and writer… one day.

Lily has always had a love of language and a beautifully crafted sentence, and admits to having a fetish for collecting quotes, poems, and song lyrics. What she won’t admit to is how many notebooks she’s filled with those quotes… Her fascination carries on into her artworks where she often incorporates text. When a shoulder injury slowed down her art practice she decided to explore her love of the written word more fully and began writing.
“I’ll paint my pictures with words.”

Not that she’s abandoned artmaking in its entirety—Lily collaborates on the designs for all her book covers.

There are many things Lily loves, here are just a few of the PG rated ones: a good laugh (all the better if caused by a naughty joke), the smell of freshly baked goods and mown grass, a smile from a stranger, rainbows after the rain, and witnessing a promise kept.

Lily Velden can be found at:

Website:
http://lilyvelden.wordpress.com/

Email:
[email protected]

Twitter Name:
@LilyVelden

Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/lily.velden

Tumblr:
http://lilyvelden.tumblr.com/

TAYLIN CLAVELLI lives in the United Kingdom, about 15 miles south of Birmingham, and a short journey from the world famous Cadbury’s Chocolate factory. She’s married with children and loves her family with all her heart.

Her love of books has been a long standing affair, with Taylin liking nothing better than to lose herself in an imaginary world.

Until she met Lily Velden, she never considered trying her hand at writing. However, after talking ideas, Lily encouraged her to put pen to paper—or rather, fingers to keyboard. Since, with a few virtual kicks in the right place, she hasn’t stopped. Her confidence eventually led to her writing an original work for submission.

Her first published work was Boys, Toys, and Carpet Fitters, developed for the Dreamspinner Press Anthology – Don’t Try This At Home.

Now she absolutely adores immersing herself into the characters she creates, and transferring the pictures in her brain to paper, finding it liberating, therapeutic, and wonderful.

Outside of writing, her interests include; martial arts (she’s a 2nd Degree Black Belt in Taekwon-do), horse-riding, all of which facilitates her love of a wide variety of movies. Her action heroes include Jet Li and Tony Jaa—finding the dedication these men have for their art combined with their skill both amazing and a privilege to watch. If pressed, she’ll admit to thinking that the screen entrance of Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean – Curse of the Black Pearl, and Shadowfax in LOTR, to be the greatest screen entrances ever. Her all-time favorite movies are Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.

The simple things in life that make her day, putting a smile on her face are:

Laughter – especially that of her children.

The smell of lasagna cooking – it makes her mouth salivate.

The dawn chorus – no symphony ever written can beat the waking greetings of the birds.

Taylin Clavelli can be found at:

Website:
http://www.taylinclavelli.com/

Email:
[email protected]

Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100005234535413

Twitter:
https://twitter.com/TaylinClavelli

WHAT WAS he to do with himself? All of his mates were busy with their significant others. For most of them, they were significant just for right now. Only one of his mates was in a serious, committed relationship. That left him alone on Sunday evening, wondering what to do to fill the lonely hours ahead.

After Will grabbed a burger and fries at the local greasy dive, he figured he might as well go see a movie.
That’ll take up some time and ya don’t need your mates
.
It’s not like you can talk and discuss it while watching, anyway.

Will walked to the local cinema complex. He stood under the marquee, looking at the posters for the latest blockbuster releases. He was in luck. There was a new movie out and it starred his favorite actor, Tom Kent.

“Perfect.” He spoke out loud, not caring who heard him talk to himself.

Will approached the ticket counter, and as luck would have it, the movie was set to start in fifteen minutes.
Just enough time to go pee and get snacks
. Even though he’d just eaten a burger, it didn’t matter. There were some things you just didn’t do, and walking into a movie cinema without snacks and a Coke was one of them.

With a drink and a packet of Maltesers in hand, Will strolled into the darkened theater and headed up the stairs to the back row. Of course some of the seats were already taken in the very last row, so he opted for the second to last.
Still good enough
.

He settled in the comfy, plush chair, put his drink in the cup-holder on his left side, swung his right leg up to rest his ankle on his left knee, and relaxed back.

“Perfect timing again,” he said as the trailers started. Will loved seeing the teasers for the new movies coming out, but tonight he was kind of impatient to see Tom Kent in action.

In Will’s eyes, Tom was as close to perfection as a man could get. At six feet-three inches tall, with beautiful light green eyes framed by thick dark lashes, a strong jaw and rich, dark hair, he was just sexy as hell.

The lights dimmed, the sound got louder, and then BAM—there he was—Tom Kent, in all his glory. The opening sequence was action-packed, full of parkour and explosions.

“Hmm. I wonder if he does his own stunts,” Will pondered, silently thankful that his friends weren’t with him. They hated it when he talked out loud during movies. Sometimes Will couldn’t help it. He got so drawn into the action, almost as if he was right there in the movie, too. Well, at least for the two or so hours he sat and watched them in Dolby surround sound.

Will was captivated by Tom on screen. He’d just made it out of an explosion in the nick of time, but unfortunately, or fortunately for Will, most of Tom’s shirt didn’t survive the blast. Rippling pecs, abs, and biceps were on display, covered in sweat and soot from the blast.

“My God, could he get any better? What a hard job the make-up artist must have had that day,” Will breathed. Of course he spoke a little too loud, and he heard the person behind him shift in their seat.

As Will reached for his drink he had a conscious thought to keep quiet. It was one thing for his mates to tell him shut up, but it would be quite different if a stranger called him out on it.

Engrossed in the movie again, Will was able to keep his comments to a minimum, aware of the person in the row behind him. But all his composure was lost when it got to the love scene. Will had absolutely no interest in seeing his perfect Tom kiss a woman, and no amount of daydreaming was going to be able to replace her with the other cute, male co-star. The sight and sound was simply too much to block out.