With Joe sitting on the sofa, Greg moved on top of him, half kneeling, half lying on him. They kept kissing and groping. Greg was humping his lover, his ass rising and falling. His cock was rubbing back and forth against Joe’s cock, creating a tingling friction. He started moving lower, nibbling Joe’s neck, dragging his tongue into the divide of Joe’s firm pecs, stopping to chew on a hard brown nipple. Then he kept going down, down to Joe’s dick.
Joe’s cock was long and slightly bowed, curving back toward his abdomen. Hard, the tip of his cock nearly reached his belly button. Greg gripped it and pulled it toward his mouth. He gulped down Joe’s dick, his lips coming to a stop inches before Joe’s curly pubes.
His mouth worked on Joe’s cock like a milking machine, making Joe writhe and moan on the couch. The sight made David stroke his dripping nine-incher a little faster with one hand. The index finger of his other hand circled Greg’s hairy asshole.
Slumping further down on the sofa, Joe raised his legs in the air, presenting his butthole to his lover. The tan, pinched ring puckered, parting slightly in anticipation of Greg’s curious tongue. Greg’s fingers gingerly stroked Joe’s ass lips. Clamping his hands on Joe’s sturdy thighs, he buried his face in Joe’s splayed ass cheeks. He lapped at Joe’s asshole, his tongue gently brushing across Joe’s sensitive opening. This tenderness gave way to a fierce invasion, his tongue forcing its way through Joe’s tight sphincter and up into the dark canal of his anus. Joe practically howled as Greg stabbed his asshole repeatedly with his tongue.
“
Daaaamn.
” David whistled, impressed by Greg’s maniacal ass-eating. He’d gotten a brief sample of Greg’s anal-oral skill. He knew why Joe was panting and whimpering and trembling like he was. David wished he could get another, more thorough rim job from Greg, but didn’t want to trigger any more feelings of jealousy. Instead, he unzipped his gym bag and rooted around, pulling out a seven-inch-long, three-inch-diameter, peach-colored dildo. He also grabbed his 20 oz. bottle of lube. Once he’d squirted some lubricant on his fingers, David nudged Greg with the bottle.
“Get ’im ready. I wanna watch you shove your dick in that hole,” he said breathlessly, slipping a finger into his own hole.
Greg took the bottle of lube and poured some of the clear, slippery liquid onto Joe’s waiting asshole. “You’ve got a hot ass,” he purred, sliding three fingers into Joe’s butt, shoving them in deep.
Joe’s body melted against the sofa cushions. He closed his eyes and moaned something unintelligible through trembling lips. David was on the sofa now, squatting beside Joe, working the peach-colored dildo into his own hot ass. He groaned right along with Joe, sucking in his breath and clenching his teeth as he filled his butt with the fake dick. David’s very real cock bobbed its oozing head, dribbling pre-cum all over the sofa.
Joe opened his eyes enough to see their hustler perched beside him, fucking his own ass with a dildo. He also saw David’s huge dick, a thin, sticky strand of pre-cum suspended from the piss slit. He smiled broadly, running his tongue over his top lip. He reached out, swatting a finger through the thread of pre-cum and curling it around his finger. Joe stuck that finger in his mouth and sucked noisily. That got a smile out of David.
To his lover, Joe hissed: “Fuck me.”
“Got rubbers in the bag,” David offered, pointing to the gym bag on the floor.
With his fingers still stuffed into Joe’s ass, Greg reached for the escort’s bag, reaching inside and feeling around for condoms (feeling some other things in the process—a cat o’ nine tails, handcuffs). He pulled out a square, plastic packet. He got the rubber on so quickly that it reminded Joe of the porno movies they watched where condoms magically appeared on cocks.
Greg squeezed some lubricant onto his cock, stroking it to make sure it was well coated. He gripped the base of the shaft, feeling his dick pulse inside its latex sheath. Teasingly, he batted the cockhead against Joe’s asshole. He leaned forward, his cock pressing into the groove between Joe’s legs, against his twitching hole. “Like that?” Greg asked, grinding his dick against Joe’s slick butthole. “Feel good?”
David remained beside Joe, watching as the two lovers played out a little game that had probably been played out hundreds of times before. Only this time he was there to see it. Only this time they had David there, jacking off over Joe’s face and shoving a dildo into his own ass.
“Like that?” Greg asked again, his voice a playful singsong.
Joe gasped and grunted. “Oh, yeah.” His chest was heaving. He raised his body, reaching for Greg, his forehead hitting the sticky shaft of David’s prick in the process. “Oooooh,” he moaned, falling back against the cushions.
Greg asked: “What do you want?”
Joe closed his eyes. “Fuh…”
“What’s that?”
“Fuck me!” Joe blurted. “I want to feel your dick up my ass.”
Now that he’d heard Joe ask for it, Greg positioned himself so the head of his dick was pressed against Joe’s ass lips. He moved forward, his cock stretching those lips open, easing past them into Joe’s ass. David wasn’t sure which was hotter: watching Greg’s cock slowly get swallowed up by Joe’s asshole, or watching Joe’s face, contorted in an expression that seemed to say he wasn’t sure if he could take it, but he wanted to take more all the same.
Once Greg was all the way in, he paused. Joe let out a relaxed sigh. Greg leaned over him, so his face was directly over Joe’s. David’s cock was there, too. All Greg would have to do was move his head a little to the left and he could suck on David’s cock while he fucked his lover. But he didn’t. Instead, while looking directly into his lover’s face—at his clenched teeth, flared nostrils, lust-filled eyes—he began to fuck him. Slow, rhythmic pumping at first. Then faster, thrusting into Joe’s ass hard and fast.
Joe responded with equal intensity, his hips rising to meet Greg’s thrusts. His short grunts grew louder, becoming snarls and growls and breathless pleas to “FUCK MY ASS!” Greg pounded his ass even harder. Joe dragged his fingernails down his lover’s back. Greg dug his fingers into Joe’s thighs.
Unable to remain a passive observer, David snaked a hand between the two men. His hand encircled Joe’s engorged cock. It was slick with a mixture of pre-cum, lube, and sweat that dripped off Greg’s body. He stroked Joe’s dick, deriving satisfaction in how Joe’s body shuddered at the sensation. Soon Joe’s body was bucking uncontrollably.
There was a sharp, sudden groan. Cum shot across Joe’s abdomen, all the way up to his chest.
“Oh, yeah,” David sighed, admiring the thick white splatters of jism sprayed across Joe’s torso. He raked his fingers through the warm goo, bringing them to Greg’s lips. Greg took the fingers into his mouth, tasting his lover’s juice.
This taste was all he needed to shoot his own load. Greg’s body stiffened. He made a strained, whimpering sound. He remained frozen while his cock, nestled deep in his lover’s ass, pumped out its heavy load.
Then Greg relaxed. His body fell on top of Joe’s. They kissed, then turned their attention to David.
They rearranged themselves: Joe and Greg knelt on the floor while David stood between them. Greg took hold of the dildo lodged in the hustler’s ass; Joe took hold of his dick. In steady, even strokes, Greg fucked David’s ass with the rubber phallus. In faster, harder strokes, Joe pumped David’s cock.
David trembled. Veins popped up at his temples and down the length of his arms. Through short breaths he announced: “I…I’m…CUH-ming!”
Warm, heavy drops of jism rained down on Joe and Greg’s chests, hanging in their chest hair like dewdrops.
The three men were silent, save their heavy breathing. Then they were laughing.
In the awkward moments that followed, David went into the bathroom to clean up. Joe and Greg wrapped themselves in bathrobes. When David was dressed and ready to go, they all exchanged handshakes. It was a business transaction, after all.
After David left, Greg noticed something on the credenza, where the envelope of cash had been. He walked over for closer inspection.
“He left a business card.” He chuckled, showing the card to Joe as if he required proof.
Joe smiled wanly. “He was hot, but I don’t think we’ll be calling him again.”
“No, once was enough,” Greg agreed.
But when Joe looked away, Greg slipped David’s business card into the pocket of his robe.
Close to Home
Adam McCabe
I was nervous. I hadn’t done anything like this before. I’m sure hundreds of escorts had said those lines before, but for me it was true. I was trying to make some extra money for college. Tuition had gone up yet again, and the part-time job just couldn’t cover my expenses.
I hadn’t thought of selling my services for money until a guy had approached me in a chat room last night. He’d offered me $100 just to jack off for him, no touching and no sex. I’d jumped at the chance to make some cash. He’d come over and sat down on the sofa. I’d watched enough porn movies to get the money up front. He handed over the bills and leaned back to watch. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy. He was probably in his forties, big barrel chest, dark hair, and a nice smile. I might have done him for free after a few beers.
I’d answered the door in a pair of soccer shorts and a T-shirt. I had turned up the heat in my apartment. I was nervous and shaking just a bit, trying to blame it on the cold weather. He waited expectantly, not saying a word. I peeled off the shirt and let it fall to the ground. The shorts went next. I wore a jock under the shorts, something that I thought might get him more aroused. My ass stuck out for him to see, smooth, round, and firm. I’d worried about getting hard for him, but I didn’t have any problem at all. I was already rock hard by the time I pulled off my shorts. I played with my cock through the mesh material. He had started to jack himself, rubbing his palm across his crotch.
I kept my distance. I didn’t want this to go any further than jacking off. I leaned back against my desk chair and pulled the jock down to my ankles. My cock sprang free and I started to stroke it, slowly. He took his cock out as well and stroked along with me. I was bigger than him. He was probably only about five inches to my eight. Probably had gotten enough jokes that he felt like he had to pay.
All those thoughts didn’t get in my way. I was still stroking, using three fingers so he could watch me. A drop of pre-cum slid across my fingertips. I moaned and his hand started pumping hard. I figured I only had to last as long as he did. Most guys didn’t care about anything after they blew a nut. I put a hand on my neck, so he could check out my form. I was in good shape from working out every day, and I wanted him to be able to enjoy all the view. My chest was solid and smooth, hard pecs with big dark nipples. I had a six-pack with just a trace of dark hair running from my belly button to my cock.
I picked up the pace, grabbing my cock in my fist and going at it. I had already jacked off twice that day, but it didn’t matter. I wanted to come again for this guy. The pressure built up inside my balls. I tried to slow my pace, but I’d already hit the point of no return. A long string of milk-white cum shot about half the distance between the two of us. He gasped and came too. We didn’t speak as we finished the last few pumps together.
He’d gotten a little frisky on the way out the door. He brushed by me, grabbing my ass. He let his fingers slide between my cheeks before I could pull his hand away. I started to tell him off, but he kissed me hard on the mouth. I felt his tongue slide deep inside of mine and I had to push him away before I gave in to his advances. No money in giving away the goods.
Tonight was different, though. Another guy online had wanted to come over to fuck. Nothing kinky, but he made sure I was versatile before he’d agreed to the terms. He’d offered $300 for it and I couldn’t say no. He sounded okay from his profile, but he hadn’t offered any pictures of himself, so I had to trust him when he told me that he was good-looking and trim. He was twice my twenty-one years, but I didn’t care. I’d always liked older men.
I opened the door and stood back in surprise. The man at the door was my best friend’s father. He smiled at me and asked, “Can I come in?”
I stepped back further and nodded. I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t out to my friends from high school, especially Jimmy; only a few select guys at college knew about me. I panicked as I tried to think of something to say. Maybe he’d just come over and the guy who was paying me hadn’t arrived yet. I’d never tell Jimmy about me. He was totally straight and not very understanding about those who weren’t. He was not one of the guys I’d horsed around with in high school. He’d have kicked my ass.
Jimmy’s dad stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I was wearing the same outfit as last night, a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and sweater that hung straight down from his chest. I’d always noticed my friend’s dad. He’d hung out at their pool a few times when Jimmy invited me over. He was in great shape, thin and built, with hair over his chest and stomach. A couple of times I’d imagined that I’d seen him sporting a hard-on, but it only seemed to be the fabric. I hadn’t thought about him since high school, but he’d definitely been the object of a few jerk-off fantasies back then.
“Mr. Maxwell, what are you doing here?”
He smiled and tugged a wad of bills out of his pocket. “I thought you invited me over.” He reached over to me and tucked the money in my waistband. His long, slender fingers pushed the money inside my shorts. He brushed my hard dick as he pulled his hand out.