Erotica

"I've been an ass and I'm sorry."

"Want to make it up to me?"

Francois grinned. "I'm all about make-up sex, Mingo."

"Then find a nice quiet corner where we might get caught and fuck me."

"Outstanding," he said, his wicked grin spreading from ear to ear. He floored the gas, sending two skateboarders scuttling away and he careened from one end of the massive parking garage to the other. I kept massaging his cock through his pants. He hissed in a breath.

"Oh…man, Mingo…"

I found the zipper and angled my face between his taut, hard belly and the steering wheel and unzipped his jeans with my teeth. He jumped as my tongue licked at his belly, then found its way into the slit of his tighty-whities. He looked so hot in those damned things, I couldn't believe it. He found a space at last, wedged between a wall and a dilapidated white Ford.

My lips were already working their way around his cockhead. It was massive. Hard and hot, I licked the head, paying homage to the slit, running my tongue down the length of his shaft.

"Christ, suck it," he said.

I took my time. I let my mouth slobber over every hard inch of him. He was more than a mouthful and for this, I was eternally grateful. I held his hot cock gently between my hands, letting my fingers massage the shaft, following the trail of my tongue and incessant, sucking mouth. He got worked up very quickly as I slowly removed my fingers one by one leaving only my mouth to work on him. He was on the verge of coming, so I stopped, taking one last swab at his leaking cockhead as I reached into my pocket for my new favorite toy.

Snapping the studded, black leather cock ring around his cock and balls, I took smug satisfaction in his gasp.

"I'll stay hard for you baby, please…man. It's so tight. Mingo, we don't need it."

Yeah, we needed it. The orgasms it gave him were deep and intense. It always took a few second for him to become acclimated to the pressure around his balls. I licked his cock again and he relaxed.

"You're going to fuck me now," I said, raising my face away from him.

"Baby, we're in a parking lot!"

"Yeah, and you're gonna park that thing right in my ass, buster."

I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down, my mouth still moving over his cock. I felt Francois' big hands shoving down my underpants. His cock kept leaking and I know he was ready.

"Get over here," he rasped, his fingers caressing my ass hole. He pushed his seat back and I moved myself over him, facing away from him. Gripping the steering wheel, I raised my ass so he could rub his cockhead against it.

"This what you want, Mingo?"

"Yeah…yeah."

He lowered me onto him. I worked my ass up and down that massive prick. From this angle, he felt enormous. I shuddered as I felt one of the studs on his cock ring against my ass cheek.

"Oh…" Francois tightened his hold on my hips. My hard cock beat against the steering wheel. He reached one hand around me to curl around it. His fingers gripped me. Oh man, I was going to come.

He fucked me hard and fast, I rose and fell against him. My heartbeat raced and my cock leaped in his grip.

"That's it, baby," he said, aware now that I was close. I raised my hips, reached down and around and unfastened the cock ring. He exploded inside me, my own cock erupting from the sheer, dramatic force of what was happening in me.

"Are you Nola Dean?" the strange man asked.

She spun her head toward him, nodding, stunned and speechless. Her heart stopped short, then raced uncontrollably. "Uh huh, I'm Nola," she squeaked.

In the blink of an eye, he forced his arm through the small back window, flipped the lock, then yanked open the door. "Don't make a sound if you wanna stay alive," he threatened, glaring sideways, then wrenched her out of the car.

The dark, curly hair of his arm swiped hers. She quivered. An inconspicuous lump beneath his jacket pocket soured her stomach. She held her breath but was unable to halt the tears. Her throat constricted. Words froze on her tongue. A flash of heat tingled over every inch of her skin.

His jaw muscles twitched.

"Can I at least grab my purse?" She flinched at the sudden gust of wind whistling between them.

"Go ahead, but leave your keys and cell on the floorboard." He blinked repeatedly, then quilted his wine-barrel chest over her and hovered while she reached inside.

She pulled herself out of the vehicle, rifled through the contents of her bag and tossed the keys on the seat.

They stood eye to eye, sneering at each other.

"I'm watching you and you'd better not say a word." His pungent odor saturated the space between them.

His hot breath sent a chill down her frozen spine. She shuddered and dug her fingernails into the soft leather of her purse. Her wobbly knees ached.

He jammed her against the car and forced her to inch along, scraping the heels of her shoes against the pavement. She rose up on tiptoes, squirming while swatting the air.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want with me? You're tearing my dress!" His smug silence provoked her. She elbowed him and tried to slither from his hold.

He locked his hand on her shoulder. "If you don't resist, you'll be more comfortable," he warned while dragging her along.

"You're hurting me! Who are you?"

Lanie looked down, mortified. Having graduated from the oversized diaper stage, she was totally naked under the gown. She instinctively covered herself and Maddy chuckled.

“You don’t got nothing I don’t have, only it’s lots smaller and you don’t got nothing Carrie don’t have neither. So don’t be hiding, friendly girl, we got work to do.” Then she smiled smugly. “See, I can use those strange words, too. Hee hee hee.”

Lanie had never heard anyone actually laugh like that and it almost threw her over into a fit of giggles. Darting a quick look, she wondered if Maddy had seen Carrie under the bed, but she was nowhere in sight.

“I think you mean girlfriend, don’t you, Maddy?”

“Just you hush up, child, and let old Maddy dress you up nice.” Maddy scowled as she mumbled. “It’s just like white folk. I don’t know what they would do without old Maddy here to take care of ‘em.”

Getting dressed was a tedious process. Lanie didn’t think she’d ever seen the amount of underwear she was supposed to wear all at once. Under her dress, she wore a garment that resembled a long low-necked sleeveless shirt that reached to mid-thigh. She held up her hands as Maddy started walking toward her with a corset. “I don’t care what argument you give me over this, Maddy. I am not wearing that thing.”

“You’ll wear this here corset, missy, or you won’t set foot outta this room.” Maddy’s scowl was fierce. It was obvious she meant every word she said.

Lanie put her hands on her hips and tapped her toes. “I don’t see you wearing one. Why do I have to?” She hoped they didn’t really expect her to wear that torture device. Just watching Scarlett get trussed up in one of those things in Gone With The Wind was enough to take her breath away. She was sure she could never wear one.

“You have to wear one because you are a lady. I am not a lady, I am a housekeeper. No one expects me to wear a corset.” She looked down at herself and laughed. “Not that I could get one of these tiny things around me anyway.” She held it up to herself and chuckled.

“Well, no one better expect me to wear one either, I’m not stepping one foot into that torture device.” Lanie waved her hand toward the conglomeration of cotton, bone and lace Maddy had slung over her arm.

Maddy put her hand on her hips. “If you want to leave this room, you will put this on or else I’m not going to help you dress.”

Lanie sighed, stuck. Maddy flat-out refused to go any further until she was allowed to lace the thing around her waist. It didn’t take long to realize why women of this age were always fainting. Their laces were probably drawn so tight they suffocated or starved to death. Surely they didn’t expect her to eat in this get-up?

Well, hell. I have to wear the damned thing or spend the rest of my stay in this room. Since the four walls of the room were already driving her loopy, Lanie gave in…probably too easily, but such is life.

After the corset, came what looked like a pair of bloomers. Then stockings, that conveniently enough, were tied very snugly just above her knees.

The bell-hoop and the slip came next. The pure white slip was a work of art itself, with half sleeves trimmed in frilly lace. Finally, Maddy held up the dress. She slipped the sky blue dress over Lanie’s head and smiled approvingly.

“I told Miss Elisabeth this dress wasn’t her color. It makes her look all green in the face.”

This was the second time Maddy said that name. Was she Daniel’s wife? A peculiar feeling shot through Lanie’s chest at the thought. Good grief! I’ve been lusting after a married man. “Miss Elisabeth? Is that Master Daniel’s wife?” She couldn’t keep herself from asking. She had to know.

Maddy whooped with laughter. “Oh, no! Miss Elisabeth is his mama. She is the kindest woman in this world. There isn’t anything any one of us on this plantation wouldn’t do for that lady.”

Lanie slipped her feet into the shoes Maddy held out for her. “They’re a little too big.”

Maddy took them back off and pulled a sheet of paper out of her pocket. “I thought her shoes might be too big for you. I never saw a woman with feet as big as Miss Elisabeth’s.” She ripped the paper in two and wadded the pieces. She crammed them into the toes of the shoes. “Try that until we can get you to the cobbler and get some made for you.”

They were still a bit too big and slid around on her feet when she walked, but Lanie figured she was lucky to have them.

Holy cow! These clothes have to weigh at least ten pounds.

Lanie looked down at the dress and thanked her lucky stars it wasn’t too busy. There was one large bow in the back, which she could see by twisting herself around. And the lace on the slip peeked out from under the sleeves, hem, and around the neckline. If it could be called a neckline since it didn’t even come close to her neck. She blushed. “Aren’t I showing a bit too much?” she asked, tugging at the bodice. Well, apparently corsets did wonders for the figure, even if they did make it impossible to breathe. Her thirty-six C-cup never looked so big, nor her waist so small.

“Is there a shawl or a scarf that goes with this?” She still tugged at the Bodice. It wasn’t budging and she was uncomfortable showing such a tremendous amount of cleavage. “It doesn’t appear to be finished.” Tug. “I think it’s missing some material.” Tug, tug. “I won’t pop out of this, will I?” Tug. Giving up the fight, she sighed. “I think I’m a little too big for this dress.” She placed her hand over her chest, panting from her efforts.

Maddy was scandalized. “Why do you want to cover up the nice attributes God done gave you? Mr. Simonson in town just got himself a brand new stove to sell. Has it sitting right in the front window of his store.” She swatted at Lanie’s hands still covering the exposed area of her chest. “That’s just what you have to do. Put your goods right up there in the front window. How are people going to know what’s at the market, if you keep all of your vegetables in the root cellar?”

“Well,” he said, his voice silky smooth and deeply delicious, “you must be the guy who answered the ad. You’re certainly tall, dark and handsome.”

“Ah, well I…” Darcy was surprised. “That’s me.” He felt himself blushing.

The other man stood aside and held the door open. “Come in. You’re in the right place.”

Darcy narrowed his eyes, and hesitantly walked inside. “I am?”

The young man closed the door behind him. “Yes.”

“I’ve been expecting you. I’m Ryan.” He held out his hand, and Darcy clutched it for a second in his, then released it.

“Hi, Ryan. I’m Darcy. I wasn’t sure if she would want to go to dinner or…you see my brother responded to the ad and I didn’t get a lot of information. I usually don’t do this. I mean, I have never done this. I do know she likes to play chess though,” he pointed out with a smile. “I’m no chess player. Maybe she can teach me.” He knew he was rambling.

Ryan looked at him for a moment. “Ah, I don’t follow. Who plays chess?”

“Well,” he hesitated, “that’s what my brother told me. He said she liked to play chess. Maybe he got it wrong. It doesn’t matter, like I said, I don’t play so…”

“Who exactly is she?” Ryan narrowed his eyes.

“I’m sorry I don’t know the name and…she’s blonde and…”

Ryan didn’t seem to be listening. He slowly ran his gaze over him and smiled. “You’re in great shape. I bet you have a fantastic body.”

Darcy opened his mouth, then closed it. He felt himself flush. “Ah…thanks, I work out, probably not as much as I should.” He focussed now on his surroundings. “Actually, I can’t stay long. I have to work out in the morning before work and…” Anything was better than staring at him like an idiot. They were standing in an entrance where a small table sat, topped by a tiny lamp, which allotted only a small amount of light. Ahead of him, he could see another room, possibly a living room with a staircase on the left, which obviously led to the second floor. Everything was in pastels, from the colours on the wall and the paintings, which were of Greek landmarks and mythological hero’s, to the carpets on the floor…all beige and mocha.

“Follow me,” Ryan said, crooking his finger. “We’ll go and sit down.”

“I can wait here if—”

“Wait here? Why would you want to do that? Come on in,” he said, flashing a smile. “I won’t bite.”

Darcy followed him down the hallway, then into the living room. His gaze moved over his shoulders, and his back, to the swell of his ass in tight ripped jeans, then quickly back up to his hair again. He swallowed.

“Have a seat,” he said, indicating the sofa. “I’ve really been looking forward to this. It’s kind of a gift to myself. It’s a relief really to finally meet you. I’ve been a little nervous about this.”

Darcy folded his hands in his lap as he sat on the black leather sofa. Gift? That was odd, he thought. “Why a gift for you? You mean it’s a gift for her, don’t you?”

She retraced her steps. Thinking excitedly about seeing Eric, she was absent-minded when she took the alternate path. Ellen was some way down this path before it broke into three. She had never encountered this before.

“Damn it,” she muttered exasperatedly, looking for any familiar landmarks above the tree line, but the vegetation was overwhelmingly tall. She turned around again and went back the way she had come. As the shadows grew longer, unfamiliar thoughts flittered through her mind. Were the grasses clinging more to her legs as she brushed past? Did the scraggly branches of the bushes seem to claw at her arms and handbag?

Snap out of it, she thought.

She did not arrive back at the place where the path had broken into three. Instead it veered a sharp left which she had never encountered before, not even a few moments ago. Confusion was blooming into bewilderment. Thoughts of annoyance that she would be late were lost as the terrain became increasingly unfamiliar. She began to panic.

Heart thumping, she nearly cried out when rounding another corner of clinging leaves, she came within a meter of stumbling into someone.

“What—?”

Her eyes widened in shock.

A half-naked man stood before her. His perfectly muscled, naturally toned arms were folded carelessly and artfully across his broad, hairless chest. His admirable upper body tapered down over a well-ripped abdomen. Hanging almost effortlessly from his elegant waist were a pair of shimmering trousers of indescribable color—a confusing blue-gray that form-fitted to his perfectly muscled legs. These legs also seemed to be deliberately arranged, one crossed over the other as he leaned against a burned-out hollow trunk.

His pose of nonchalant arrogance gave the impression that somehow he had beckoned her and had waited for her for an indeterminable amount of time. Now that she was finally here, the moment seemed to hang in the balance—the shocking and unexpected were waiting to be unleashed.

Ellen could not help but blush, admiring this perfection of masculine physiognomy. She glanced up at his face.

And gasped.

His ice-blue eyes gazed at her hungrily, predatorily.

His sensual lips held a slight audacious curve, poised like those of a dangerous seducer.

She could not believe that sensible her almost swooned at the sight of him. She felt a rush of inexplicable faintness. The periphery of her vision blurred. He still had not uttered a word. How could she feel like she was falling under his spell?

A small voice screamed from somewhere inside her, Get away now! Get back home now! Run!

In the snap of a finger, he'd crossed to slam a palm on the sliding door-plate, sealing them in. When he turned to face her, Feyna was shocked at how dangerous he looked. Thinking she'd driven him to strike her, she scooted back several paces, a wave of adrenaline speeding through her bloodstream to trigger her body's fight-or-flight mode.

It didn't matter that she was a specialist in Nevarsis style hand-to-hand combat when DeSardon seized her, pushing her back against the wall. Caging her so she felt the hard ridge of his arousal, her body turned to mush. "W-what are doing?" she flustered. "There's no need for this. I've no intention of damaging your career."

"Forget the job," he rasped. "Don't you feel it?"

She stared back uncomprehendingly, struggling to shift mental gears. For one wild moment, she wondered if she was dreaming or perhaps she was hallucinating. There was a strange sense of unreality about the way they were responding to each other, the room seeming to revolve while strands of sexual energy curled hotly around them, the press of his cock against her mound sapping her will.

"Give in to your needs," he softly urged.

For a moment, the psychologist in Feyna kicked in to question if he was secretly enraged that she'd accepted the assignment--not taking heed of his kiss-off, so to speak--and this was all part of some intricate ploy to discredit her, encouraging her to make the first move. But then again, if security cameras were filming them, he'd be caught as well. And if it wasn't a strategy, then amazingly, he still wanted her.

"I want you," he confirmed, that fantastic mouth hovering a short breath from hers. "Take what you want, Feyna. Ignore everything else."

Later, when she could think again, she would tell herself that something within him triggered a weakness in her. Like a person with an addiction, she craved his particular brand of masculinity, the excruciating pleasure generated by his touch. Now, with a silent moan of despair, she reached up to grasp his thick tail of black hair, tugging his head down.

Ketrick's response was instantaneous. Meeting her open mouth halfway, he seized her bun, pulling her mass of silky hair free, taking handfuls to tilt her head while his mouth went to battle with hers. Sucking and plying, he caught her full lower lip for erotic nips, laving away the hurt, then stabbing forcefully with his tongue, sweeping inside her wetness to draw her smaller velvety tongue into his mouth.

The shock of the I-missed-you-like-crazy kind of kiss powered through Feyna like a lightning bolt, the exotic, male taste of him after her long deprivation unspeakably glorious. She met his assault with one of her own. Arching her body to press greedily closer, her hands clutched at his broad shoulders. Her heart pounding chaotically as she darted her tongue to tangle with his, reveling in his largeness and the tantalizing scrape of male bristle against her skin.

Feyna needed more. Seizing the initiative again, she slid up the wall, making them both cry out when she rocked the vulva that felt as if it had swollen to twice its size against the bow of his pulsing shaft. And feeling the taut muscles of his shoulders moving under her hands, she wanted to feel the heat of his bare skin and tried to slip a hand under the hem of his close-fitting tunic. "Where's the opening?"

Eyes brilliant from urgency, he reached up to tear back the fastening strip, moving closer again as she shoved the black tunic off his shoulders, which dropped to the ground.

As desperate as she was, Feyna had to take a moment to drink in the sight of his wide, bronzed torso and lean waist, her hands, for pure animal pleasure, stoking over the incredible definition in his arms. She understood that some women didn't care for male body hair. She loved it, her fingers drawn like a magnet to his chest's warm, black pelt.

Gently, she circled his flat, dark nipples and he shuddered. When she bent to lap at them, she could hear his chest working for more air. His skin was slick and tasted salty, his masculine musk saturating her senses. Yum, yum.

"God, Feyna, you're killing me."

She reached down to the waistband of his trousers and fumbled.

He caught her hand. "You first."

Now as she gazed down the length of the bar, watching her drool-worthy prey serve patrons with deft, practiced motions, Miranda was certain he was a natural blond. She guessed his pubic hair would be a shade or so darker. More to the point, would it surround a cock long and thick enough to satisfy her? For a moment, she let herself imagine how that cock might feel, thrusting into her vagina from behind.

        Flooded with fresh heat, she shifted on her barstool to examine his navy, uniform pants. Yep, even from a distance she could see there was weight behind his zipper, plus he had a stellar ass, taut, but well-curved. Better and better. Finally, she saw his hips shift in her direction. She sat up straighter, watching him approach with athletic grace and a welcoming smile.

        "Hello. Sorry to keep you waiting."

        Miranda's red-glossed mouth curved in response. "That's all right. I can see you're busy."

        "Yeah, we've got two, large conventions booked in for the rest of the week."

        His face was riveting, strong, square jaw, full mouth with a sumptuous lower lip and vivid blue eyes that spoke of Celtic blood. Late twenties Miranda guessed, roughly thirteen years younger than her. As her gaze drifted from the strong column of his throat, over his wide chest and the rock-hard biceps, stretching the short sleeves of his white shirt, Miranda almost purred with anticipation. "I'll have a double Scotch," she told him, "single malt with one ice cube."

        Aware his eyes were taking a good look as she spoke. Miranda wondered what he perceived. Though she wasn't conventionally beautiful, her nose a little large, most men found her looks intriguing. She was hoping this handsome, young stranger saw a woman very much in her prime. Those long hours in the gym and been worth it. Her upper body was now showing plenty of definition. Her full breasts nicely presented in the scooped-neckline of her form-fitting dress. And while her dark, shoulder-length hair was deliberately disheveled, her makeup and mascara had been skillfully applied to accentuate her best feature--her large, up-tilted, whisky-colored eyes.

        "Would you like to see the bar menu?" he asked. "I can recommend the fantail shrimp?"

        Savoring the sound of his Yorkshire brogue, tinged by a just-awakened huskiness, Miranda felt her body start to lubricate. She gave him her sexiest smile. "No, I'm good, thanks, just the scotch."

        His gaze lingered on her face before he nodded. "Right-o, just be a tick."

        As he moved to fix her drink, Miranda took in more details. The lights behind the bar highlighted the fine golden hair on his muscle-corded forearms. His hands were surprisingly elegant, the fingers long and lean with well-kept nails.

        Visualizing those competent fingers slipping beneath her black thong, Miranda wondered if he'd be surprised to find her slick vulva denuded of hair. Mmm. Maybe I won't have him take me from behind first time…perhaps I'll straddle him--

        "There you are, madam, our finest, single malt."

        Miranda looked up sharply, inhaling the smoky aroma of Scotch as he placed a glass in front of her, along with a fresh bowl of nuts.

        He stared into her watchful eyes. "Let me know if you need anything else."

        With her pussy getting wetter by the second, desperate to have it sliding over his cock, Miranda took the bull by the horns. "As a matter of fact, there is something else…"

        Starting to move away, Blondie, as she now thought of him, glanced over his shoulder, looking even more appealing as he quirked a fair eyebrow over those intensely blue eyes. "Hungry after all?"

        You have no idea. She moved slightly so one spaghetti strap of her dress slid down her shoulder. Her prey followed the motion. His gaze a few degrees hotter when it returned to her face. Miranda stared steadily. "If you're not encumbered, I'd really like to have you."

        She watched his pupils flare, wondering if this was a first for him. Though she'd never had trouble attracting the opposite sex, as fuckable as this guy was, he had to have oodles of women, and men, dying to get naked with him. She took a hasty sip of Scotch, preparing herself for rejection. Much to her relief, she saw a flicker of interest in his gaze.

Then Blossom purred, "Jin. I want you to ketsuman. I want you to bottom."

The two men's faces fell. Tem was back in the wing chair with me and we sat, riveted as the two men seemed to be struggling with their lady boss's demands. Blossom threw back her head and laughed.

"Yi is always the ketsuman. It's time he gets to tachi, to top." Blossom reached for another piece of opium. Man, she'd consumed enough to kill a horse. It was not bringing out a very nice side of her. She was enjoying their discomfort. Me, I was ready to roll. Tem's body was rigid against mine, and not in a good way.

"Move to the floor so Jimmy Thunder and his man get a good view." She chewed another, bigger piece of opium. The two men moved to the floor and undressed each other. They forgot everything then as two men are wont to do when fucking is involved. Jin had some serious hardware on his not too small penis. I'd never seen so many piercings on a cock.

"You ever fucked a guy with all that jewelry on his pecker?" I asked Tem, who gave me a sullen look.

"Only the cock rings I put on you…and the little restraints."

Oh, God. He was making my dick hard now and his stroking hand liked what it felt through my tight leather pants.

"Not so fast. I do believe I owe you one, Mr. Thunder."

Tem rubbed his face into my neck. "We pleasured each other," he whispered, but his eyes were alive with excitement.

"Yeah…but you thought of the blueberries and I do believe I'm hungry again."

Jin was on his back now, squeezing his pierced nipples in his fingers, watching us as Tem and I watched him. Yi spread Jin's ass and the look on his face was priceless as the other man's mouth connected with his ass hole. There is nothing like a tongue in your ass, as I have learned. The slurping sounds Yi made seemed to be turning my man on and I unzipped his fly. His lovely, luscious cock sprang out, needing its man to relieve it.

"Oh…look how big that is," moaned Jin, and Yi stopped what he was doing to take a look at Tem's rigid cock. I always said Tem could have been a fantastic top in movies, except for his overwhelming desire to be fucked. Yi turned back to the hot body in front of him as my mouth went to Tem's goody bags. His balls were the biggest, juiciest ones I'd ever had, in my limited experience of men. My tongue licked away at them because I knew Tem liked it so much.

He slouched further down in the wing chair and I had to have possession of him now. I pulled the leather pants down his thighs and all the way to his ankles. They got stuck on his boots so he lifted his legs and I positioned myself between them.

"Yeah…" Jin groaned, and I glanced up to see a couple of Yi's fingers massaging their way into Jin's bottom, the thumb rubbing against his perineum. 

I mirrored his actions, Blossom's mouth slack as her gaze moved from us to them and back again. Tem went crazy when two of my fingers worked into him, stroking his prostate, my thumb on the other side keeping up a maddening pressure on his perineum. I took his cock all the way in my mouth, my left hand gently nursing his balls.

Tem's legs flailed about as I slipped a third finger into him. The sounds of slurping man joy were loud in that big red room as dawn broke and a soft, very soft apricot glow shimmered through the windows.

 “Lie down, baby.” I kissed the back of his neck and he obeyed me, his cock already flying at full mast. I told him to remain on his right side, facing away from me and he turned to look at me.

“Please take that thing off. I want you naked, too.”

I nodded and removed the robe, his eager hand stoking my proud erection.

“You have such a gorgeous body. I love your muscles, Jimmy.”

I felt my chest puffing out like some ridiculous caricature from a Charles Atlas commercial. I got on the bed, and lying very close to him, I removed one of the mochi and fed him with my fingers. I watched the way he licked the red bean sauce and I hoped one day he’d lick my blood that way. We worked our way to the sweet potatoes and I told him to close his eyes. I held a small fried wedge smothered in honey up to his nose.

“Inhale, darling.” I kissed his shoulder as he took a deep breath and I saw the smile spread over his face as he bit into the morsel in my fingers. Then I took them away even as he was still licking honey from them.

“Do I still keep my eyes shut?”

“Especially now.” I kept my mouth at his ear and I picked up the small, covered jug. Good. It was still warm. I smoothed back the hair away from his ear, tilting his head to the angle I wanted and held the pot under his nose. Complete trust. He hadn’t opened his eyes and I waited for the scent of the honey to reach him. It didn’t take long.

“Mmm, that’s yummy.”

I poured a drop, just a drop behind his ear and he moaned when it hit his skin. I licked it and kept moving down the entire right side of his body. “Turn over, baby.” He turned over, and this time I had him move his left arm up so I could put a drop under his armpit. He went crazy then, grasping and pulling at me, flip-flopping on the thousand-thread count bed sheets, his cock leaking in my hungry hand as he started to sob. “Oh God…nobody has ever made me feel like this.”

Pouring the rest of the honey on my fingers, I gave them to him to suck and bent my head to take possession of his cock with my gluttonous mouth. He sucked on my

fingers with the same fury I did his hot, hard piston. When he came in my mouth, it was better than honey. It was the taste of everything we’d eaten.

It was the taste of love.

Lying side by side, kissing, licking, touching, I felt so much joy when he fell asleep, his head on my chest. I had no idea how we were going to top this night and I had no idea how I was going to cope with the idea of some stranger, probably several, invading his body the next night. But, for now, he was with me and he was safe. I hoped he felt loved, even though no such words were said.

“Where did you come from?” he suddenly asked, his fingers raking down my chest. “Where did you come from, Jimmy Thunder? How did you find me?”

“We just got lucky, I guess. You spotted me in the shower that day.”

He chuckled. “Is that what you thought? I’ve had my eye on you for months.”

My arms tightened around him. “Months? And you never said anything? What took you so long?”

I watched Kimo Wilder eating out my ass. He licked me like I was a woman. His woman.

Suddenly, he stopped. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

“You’re not going to come again, are you? I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you.”

I hadn’t even thought about how hard my cock was.  The tip was reaching for sky, purple-red, anxious for release.

“Don’t touch it,” I said. “I’ll last.”

“I don’t know that I can’t touch it,” he said, in wonderment. “It’s so pleased to see me.”

He dropped a small, possessive kiss on the shaft and went back to my asshole. I almost jumped from the thrill of having this magnificent warrior’s mouth back on me, licking me with all the passion, all the concentration he normally gave his wife.

Kimo kept at it and it was becoming harder and harder not to come. I focused on breathing, on not doing anything that would take his mouth away from me.

His tongue laved my asshole and I felt myself getting wetter and more open and he sensed it too, moaning into my deepest recesses.

He raised his head again and snarled, “You’re mine now, bitch. If I fuck you, there’s no going back.”

I grabbed his huge tool then, pointing it exactly where I needed it. We were clear now. I wanted his cock. He wanted ownership of me.

He let me guide him to me, then he brushed my hands away as he slowly entered me. The pleasure-pain engulfed me as Kimo Wilder eased himself into me.

“Oh God, you’re so warm in there. I had no idea.” He took his time, working his way into me, until my body accepted the biggest thing it had ever had inside it. “You’re so tight, Bobby.” He rotated his hips and the jolts of pain as he stretched and pulled at my ass muscles shifted to something else. Then he took that massive cock out of me.

“No, no,” I screamed. “Don’t take it away from me!”

And he thrust it back into me again.

“Beautiful mahou,” he said.” You have no idea how good this is.”

“I can make it better.” I started to contract my ass muscles and a look of astonishment crossed his face as he roared to an orgasm, sending his red-hot lava spilling into me.

My cock jerked with the weight of him on me and I reached down to pull myself off, but he was man enough to move my hand away.

“No, no, I want to do it.” He pulled on me in the way men jerk themselves off.

“No, like this,” I said, since I had to teach him. I like the hand curled around the prick, up over the head. He understood at once and took great delight in watching my own release as he slowed down the ass fucking he was giving me.

“I want to stay inside you. I want to do it again. You love getting fucked, don’t you?”

“I love getting fucked by you,” I said, surprising him by raising my head with him still impaling me and I licked his nipples.

“Oh…oh…shit, that’s good. Oh fuck…that one, baby. That one, mahou, the left one.”

Indeed, his left nipple was distended now and I sucked on it, knowing what messages it was sending to his cock. Fuck the mahou.

He started again in slow, circular, hula motions and I wished I could watch his ass muscles moving as he sawed in and out of me again. Nothing else mattered but this feeling of ecstasy we had created and I met each of his lunges as his cock got harder and harder and he pulled it all the way out, only to give it right back to me again. He threw my legs over his shoulders, holding them to him, giving him leverage, but also bringing me closer.

There was such fierce absorption on his face, a passion I have never seen before. His mouth opened and I rose to meet him. If there was resistance at first, it soon melted away as I sucked on his whole tongue and he dipped forward to feed it all to me.

Again I was teaching him. He could fuck my mouth with his tongue, bringing us both more joy.

He took his mouth from me, forcing himself down on me. I loved the feel of his hard, masculine body on mine, then he started to suck at my nipples, moving away again, intent on watching how it looked to find his cock in another man’s ass.

Suddenly, the skies opened up in a firework display of thunder and lightning.

“She’s here!” Kimo shouted. Oh, Pele,” he chanted in Hawaiian, screaming into the vast space of stars and sky, alive now with her own power play.

A strange, beautiful night glow filled the sky and I looked up to see millions of twinkling stars as my lover kept up a blistering pace inside me. I felt like Pele’s lover, Kamapua’a, had come back to mortal form, fucking me with his huge cock-tusk, letting her feel our eruptions, sharing the moment we sent each other out into the abyss.

“You’re spoiling me.” Kimo held me to him. “I want to fuck you…God, I’ve always wanted to fuck you in a limousine.”

“Darling, no. Not yet. You can fuck me on our way home. I would never deny you anything, but I’ve got something really special planned. If you wait, you’ll come really, really hard.”

“I always come hard for you.” When I didn’t budge, he frowned. “Am I allowed to kiss you?”

“You’d better!” I was thrilled when he gave me the most indecent kiss one man ever gave another man fully clothed.

We had to rearrange ourselves as we pulled up in front of the sleek black building at the edge of the road filled with luxury hotels and boutique shops.

Our driver opened the door. “I’ll be out here waiting for you.”

“Thank you,” I told him and Kimo and I climbed out of the car and the door to the club opened.

Ricky Sweet, one of the male hula dancers from our show opened the door and Kimo and I greeted him. Kimo was surprised to see Ricky, I was not. Ricky had helped me organize my surprise for Kimo and he wished us a Merry Christmas.

“Put these VIP wrist bands on. Have fun! Armand will show you the way.”

We walked into a dense, dark, sexy, exotic space.

Naked men danced in cages, naked and half naked men were walking around, they were dancing with other men and Kimo gaped at the threesomes and foursomes going on in rooms to our left and right.

His eyes were like orbs and I almost laughed, until a big burly guy with cropped gray hair came to greet us.

“Lopaka?”

“Yes.”  

“This way.” He gestured with his left hand. He took us into an elevator and we rose two floors and came out onto a series of doors.

“Number six. Merry Christmas!”

I told Kimo to open the door and we walked into a room with a round banquette in it and glass on three sides. We sat on the banquette and I started undressing Kimo who hadn’t quite finished getting my clothes off when suddenly, the windows were lit up and my husband’s jaw dropped.

Six incredibly huge, hung guys, two of them body builders from the gym where we sometimes trained, walked naked towards chairs and sat in them as six more naked men came and knelt before them.

In a superb display of synchronized cock-sucking, the six kneeling men started working on the big, beefy dudes and I threw myself on the floor, in a panic to get my husband’s pants off.

He was leaking pre-cum all over my face and fingers. He was torn between watching me and watching the show. I was anxious to get his fine meat in my mouth and Kimo moaned. “They can’t see us?” he asked.

“No baby.” I came off his cock for a moment. “Are you sorry about that?”

“Hell no. I don’t want any man coveting the best cock sucker in the business. Lopaka…this is so hot. I can hear the sounds they’re making. Those are some big muscle men getting some really intense action. Oh baby.” He held my head to his cock and he fucked my face, coming with two or three of the other guys in the room. “Six geese a laying,” my husband laughed. “I love it.”

He gasped when all the cock suckers stood up and bent over the chairs. Despite having just come, all the guys who’d just been sucked had huge erections, just looking for homes. “Oh, Lopaka.”

I got on the banquette, face down and my husband pulled down my pants, watching the way those big guys tore into the hot, heaving asses over those chairs and my husband rammed into me, fucking me as he watched and listened to the action on the other side of the glass.

The curtain dropped down again when the last guy had come and we lay, my husband imbedded in me and he kissed my back and shoulders.

“I want to go home and I want you on your back in that limousine. I want to fuck you with that driver going crazy knowing he can’t have you.”

“Okay,” I said.

Kimo took himself out of me, turned me over. “Tonight’s gonna be a hard act to follow, lover man.”

     I just smiled as he took me in his arms and kissed me, once again, as always, sending my spirit straight to the moon.

He rose from the high, glassy surf, negotiating the gigantic waves like some ancient Hawaiian sea god, his long black hair caught back in a ponytail. His naked body glistened in the morning sun, his powerful thigh muscles rippling with each stride towards the shore. His full attention however, was focused on a man cantering across the sand toward him on a magnificent, jet-black stallion.

 The rider, clad only in white pants that clung to his lithe frame, wore a fishhook made of bone around his neck.

Hurricane Flossie had passed the Hawaiian Islands, leaving only big, warm waves and this brilliant morning sun. These two men had taken advantage of the exhilarating surf conditions at Halona Cove, just as we had. Only my roommate, Aloha and I, were still standing by our parked car on the road above them, surfboards in hand, watching these two men in love on that perfect, desolate curve of white sandy beach.

 The naked man, well over six feet tall, was looking up, his face radiant as the rider gazed down at him, mesmerized by the awesome specimen reaching up to him.

"Johnny, tell me I'm not dreaming. Tell me he's real," Aloha whispered to me. "That is the sexiest man I have ever seen. And look at that cock. He's huge!"

The naked man swung easily over the top of the horse. There was no saddle, only a thick blanket between the two men and the horse. From where we stood, we could see the tattoos covering half of the naked man's body, down the entire right side as he exchanged a long, heated kiss with his lover.

Their passion transmitting itself to us. My breath caught as Aloha breathed, "Och, look at the way he's kissing him. That's so hot it makes me want to fuck." His British accent made it sound like fook.

 "You always want to fuck." I was laughing now. We glanced back at the beach. The horse and its riders had vanished.

"Did you see that?" Aloha was running up and down the cliff's edge, but the two men were indeed gone. "They just disappeared."

I was not so surprised. I knew both men well. Lopaka, the man in white, had been my lover once. The sea god was Kimo, his partner for life.

"You know, I've seen that guy with the tattoos before. He's a hula dancer. A famous one." Aloha sounded obsessed. "I think his name is Kimo Wilder."

"Yeah, I know."

Aloha turned to me. "I had no idea he's gay. Man, that was so hot."

"So let's go home and fuck." I took the words right out of his mouth.

"Not so fast." Aloha had a look of wildness in his eye. "They can't have disappeared. They have to be somewhere."

Watching my husband’s wonderful face when he talked was my singular obsession in life.

“What?” His voice was gentle, his smile knowing.

I shook my head and he caught my wrist in one of his big hands. “You want your husband to fuck you. Is that it?”

“Oh, Kimo…” I had no idea where our boundless need for one another came from. I had no idea whether right now it was psychological or physical or emotional. Our passionate, early morning romp on the sea grass matted flooring of our bedroom at the Kahuna Village seemed like a long time ago now. I needed him, I wanted him. He pulled me toward him, onto his lap, his scalding tongue roaming over my face and neck. He wanted me, too.

After a couple of minutes, with the sound of Jamie’s chanting and the merry chatter of forest birds drowning our soft moans, Kimo lifted me up and put me on the ground on my back. Pulling down my pants so that they dangled from one leg, his face reflected our mutual urgency and he knelt between my open legs, moving down to my cock and waiting ass. After giving me some long, lavish licks, his tongue stirred up so much heat in my ass that I drenched in sweat and panting heavily. It was as if I had a raging fever. He was hungry for the main course and my fingers shook at the buttons of his Levis, anxious to feed him. Neither of us cared any longer who caught us. We were two married men having consensual sex and my husband’s liberated cock sprang out, jutting straight for my ass.

“I need to be in you, Lopaka.”

His mouth sought out mine again and I tasted myself on his tongue, our souls…our bodies…rejoicing at this trial by fire. I almost screamed when he entered me. My legs spread to give him easier access to me. I was completely open to him and his gaze turned possessive and proud as he gave himself to me fully.

I reached up to take Kimo’s face into my hands and his eyes closed as he thrust himself into me. I felt him enter my thoughts and I knew his joy that only he could make me feel like this. He knew I was as hungry for his release, hungrier even than I was for my own.

“Come with me, darling, come with me, my Lopaka.” Kimo’s hand curled over my rigid cock and I held him tighter, and though he had never, ever taken his cock from me for any reason, I always held onto his ass in our final moments of coming for fear that he would.

“You always put me exactly where you need me.” His voice at my ear sent my orgasm spiraling, a shimmering that consumed us both as we came together. Our pounding hearts beat like the obake’s drums and Kimo laughed, licking up a trail of sweat at my neck.

“You are one hot fuck, my beautiful man wife.”

I laughed. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I followed the sounds until they became increasingly louder. I halted mid step when I found them on the bed in another room. I gulped, taken aback at the sight of Kahanu on his belly, his stiff cock poking to the side, legs spread as Nohea fucked him like he was taking no prisoners. Kahanu’s ass rose to every single thrust, crying out as Nohea pulled out and plunged back in again in a savage display of sheer ownership.

“You think can bring that little bitch whore to our bed and get away with it?” Nohea asked. His hand was at Kahanu’s neck, holding on for support as he plunged back inside him again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Kahanu whimpered, as he took increasingly harder strokes.

“Gimme that ass, bitch, give it to me…that’s it.” Nohea was relentless.

I must have gasped because they both turned to look at me. “Nohea…Are you angry he brought me here?” I asked, wrapping my arms around my now shivering, naked body.

“Katie…baby…it’s just love games, baby.”

Kahanu was wild-eyed. I couldn’t keep my gaze off his muscular ass rising to take the internal beating he was thoroughly enjoying.

 “You want to make it better for him?” Nohea grinned.

“Can I suck his cock?” I asked.

“No. His cock is mine right now. Just watch and tell him how beautiful he looks getting fucked.”

Kahanu’s gaze was on me. “Let her have her cock. It belongs to her, too.” His voice raspy.

“Not yet, bitch. I want her to see how hard you come when I’m fucking you in the ass. Look at his cock, Katie. Oh…man, I’m gonna come. Kahanu…” He pulled out, gushing fresh cream and putting his cock right back into Kahanu’s insatiable ass.

“You better come, bitch, or I’m sending her home.” Nohea slapped Kahanu’s ass. Something registered with Kahanu because Nohea was pulling him toward him by the belly, drilling him deeper and harder. He didn’t even put a hand on that raging cock and Kahanu, whose arms went up to encircle Nohea’s head in a passionate embrace, came, shooting hot, sweaty cream all over the sheets.

“That’s better, bitch.” Nohea pushed him down on the bed. Kahanu was breathing heavily, still joined by the ass to Nohea’s body.

“I expect Kimo has the same problem with Lopaka.” Nohea stroked Kahanu’s neck and back.

“What problem is that?” I asked, still trying to absorb what I’d just seen.

“He fucks his man like a bitch in heat all day long and he still can’t knock him up.”

Kimo took my breath away with his long gleaming hair held back with a strand of shiny koa wood beads. I felt the contained menace oozing from him as he circled me. I was wearing exactly what he’d demanded that I wear. He’d sent a driver with a suit, shoes, socks and the most amazing underwear I’d ever worn in my life. Lace briefs for men.

He put his hand to my crotch. “You’re not hard.” His fingers searched for the outline of my cock and my gaze fell on a chunk of lava rock at the foot of the lush green garden, bursting with birds of paradise, giddy, gaudy heleconia and jade. The foamy water worked at the rocks, the way Kimo Wilder was working at me. He grunted when his persistent strokes got me hard.

“Success at last,” he whispered and took his hand away, continuing his rhythmic circling of me.

I understood in that moment how animals in the wild felt when ravenous predators circled them searching for the weak spot, watching, waiting for that perfect moment to strike. Kimo leaned forward and with both hands pulled the silk jacket from my body. It fell in a soft puddle on the floor.

“You have a nice, tight ass.” His voice was at my ear as his right hand fondled my butt cheeks. “And you are absolutely straight?”

“Yes.” I was trembling now. I’d heard he packed a huge poker in his pants. What the heck was I getting myself into?

I did a swan dive across the bed to get my hands and mouth back on my husband’s body.

“Lovely, Lopaka, I’m not going anywhere.” He stroked my head in an absent-minded way, but I was already inside his shorts, lost in lust for that beautiful cock. Kimo tried to push himself away from me. “Honey…Lopaka…we have so much to do.” This was a first for him, denying me his cock, but then my tongue was on his perineum and he gasped. I eased him down to the bed, licking, sucking and gulping relentlessly at the space between his balls and ass. I got his shorts all the way off, felt him melting, his fingers threading through my long hair.

“Want me to stop?”

He hissed. “God no…” and I went back to work, aware of his rigid cock stroking the side of my face. How hard it was to ignore it and focus on his most private place. He thrashed about on the bed, his splendid, sinewy legs trying to pull me closer.

“Ooh…oh…” he murmured as I gave a few light licks to his balls. His poor cock kept jutting me in the face…wondering why it was being ignored, but I wanted total relaxation, total…acquiescence…before I gave it any respite.

“Baby…Lopaka…forgive me,” Kimo rasped. “I never meant to say no to you. I love you, Lopaka. Please, please, put your mouth on me.”

“Not yet.”

He ground out an infuriated, exasperated sigh, but I was moving in a slow, methodical way from his ass to his balls, my tongue flat against his skin and I heard his guttural moan. Glancing at his face, I saw him relishing the way I needed him, how my need to bring him unremitting pleasure was transmitting itself to him.

I took my tongue off him and his eyes widened in surprise.

“What…what are you doing?”

“Apologize for trying to stop me.”

“Yes! Yes! I apologize!”

“You don’t sound very sincere.” Scooting upward, I hovered over his face. “Open your mouth.”

He just looked at me.

“Open it.”

He slowly opened it and my tongue entered this prized cavern, seeking his, the other place where I’d learned I could bring him to a complete frenzy. I licked his tongue and felt the rush of fire, but I didn’t stop. He held his mouth open, his tongue hanging out. He couldn’t have stopped me bringing us both exquisite tortures if he wanted to.

Kimo had a tattoo of King Kamehameha on his tongue. Almost nobody knew about it, but it was another secret source of his power, therefore another hidden hot spot.

I gave that king a pretty good show of…loyalty, until I knew Kimo simply couldn’t take it anymore. He snatched my whole head in his hands screaming, “Take your cock, take it!” I lowered my mouth over his aching erection and I felt its heat, its contained power. I came away again, licking the head of his cock, the lovely vein between the head and the shaft and he flopped about, moving up, wanting more…I swallowed his cock in one smooth gulp, his eruption sending his ass into my waiting hands.

In my linen closet, I fumbled for a bag of goodies I’d snagged at a friend’s bridal shower. A woman had come to the party and taught us all state of the art blowjob techniques. I’d bought just about everything, held onto it for two years and now I was about to give my purchases a test run. Finally.

So many delicious toys, which one to try out on him first? Well, I’d said Pig in Paradise, might as well do it. I took out the tube canister and shoved everything else back in the closet.

“What’s going on? What took you so long?” He was pouting like a sexy magazine model. “What’s that?”

I opened the canister and out tumbled the rope of pearls. I took one end in my left hand, the other in my right.

“Think you’re ready for it?” I snapped the strand tight.

He nodded, staring at the pearls, too excited to speak.

I got between his legs and started licking his cock head. I made eye contact with him as I took the whole head in my mouth and he moaned.

“Go deeper, baby…please.”

I ignored him, taking my time, making sure he was good and wet before I gave him that distinct pleasure. I licked to the base of his cock, then let my mouth follow, keeping it tight around his cock. When I took him down my throat, he started going crazy on the bed. I took the pearls and slipped them around his cock and balls and wound them around once, twice, three times, as my mouth came back up his pole.

“Oh…Manalo…that feels…incredible.”

I used the pearls to move up his cock as my mouth met it in the middle. I let the pearls go around the base, then back around his cock and balls, and then I gave his balls some attention. By the time I’d wrapped the pearls around the base and balls for the fourth time, then tightened my grip, my mouth was sucking like a whirling dervish and his ass shot in the air. He came so hard, he startled me.

“Oh God, Oh God!” Holding my head tight, he battered my throat until I thought he would never stop coming. I kept my grip on the pearls the way I’d been taught, knowing he would still be coming long after he’d stopped gushing. His cock throbbed crazily in my mouth and he fell back on the bed.

“Baby…I’m still coming.” He thrashed on the bed and I marveled at how long his orgasm lasted. I finally took pity on him when he flopped back, a tear escaping the corner of his eye.

I released the bonds on his cock and balls and tongued and kissed everything. He was still rigid when my tongue tip met his cock head.

“You belong to this cock, Manalo,” he whispered.

Johnny and I had split because he was a chronic cheat. Now I felt even more cheated knowing he’d been doing things like circle jerks while I was out making a living. Our entire relationship was a lie. I wanted to go home. I was so grateful to share my

life with such an honorable man like Kimo and I wanted to be alone with him and our babies.

He put down his glass and took me in his arms. The kiss he gave me dampened my armpits and the hair at my scalp. And it didn’t stop. I was aware of a few guys in the room watching us and I was aware of the hot man-on-man action on the TV screen. The sounds of two guys fucking distracted me for just a second. I lifted my face from Kimo’s to see the top guy taking his enormous cock out of the bottom and plunging it straight back in. Over and over again, he withdrew completely, the bottom shrieking for that dick in his ass and the top would stick it back in.

The bottom was having a whale of a time and I turned my attention to Kimo’s tight jeans. He was hard and I popped open his buttons. I’d begged him to wear briefs

and now I was frustrated to have them separating me from his cock. Kimo stroked my head and I moaned when I saw his massive tool sticking out of the side of those briefs. I licked it through the fabric, moved to the head, which was very hot, and swiped my

tongue along the slit. Kimo raised himself so I could slide his jeans down and I snatched the briefs down his thighs. His proud erection sprang out at me, pointing right at my mouth.

"Look at that," the guy next to Kimo gasped. "Is it…is it real?"

I looked up, dazed from my cock feast. "Yeah, isn’t he amazing?"

"That must be…what, eleven, twelve inches?" The guy was scrutinizing it. "Can I touch it?"

"No," I frowned. "It’s mine. It’s even got my name on it. Look!"

I gasped when the action shifted to daylight in an alleyway, its walls covered in graffiti. There was that punk, Pistone, looking surprised as he found himself hauled against a wall by a couple of cops.

To listen to it, they were legitimate enough until one of them grabbed his ass and fondled it.

"This is fucking crazy," Pistone said. "What's going on?"

"I'll be asking the questions," one of the cops said. "We're taking you in."

The scene shifted to the inside of what I realized was the warehouse.

"You're in the wrong place," one of the cops said and pushed him to his knees.

They dragged off his top and raised his arms to a wire-mesh fence propped against some filing cabinets.

"Don't ask any questions. Just keep your hands where they are. We're gonna take care of you," the second cop said.

Pistone's head moved from side to side as they rubbed their dicks, brushing their crotches against his face.

He kept asking questions and they fired silly questions back at him.

"Why?" he kept moaning.

"You're in our world," they said. "You're gonna have a nice little story to tell all your friends."

They unzipped their pants, releasing their cocks, which, by the way, were huge.

"You ever sucked a dick before?" the first one asked as Pistone turned his face away.

"You're not answering his question," the second one said. "Come on, kiss it."

Pistone tightened his lips and the second cop raised his nightstick in a threatening way.

The dick in his face got past Pistone's lips.

"This better be good," the first cop said, shoving his cock down Pistone's throat. Suck on it like your life depends on it."

Pistone didn't resist long.

The cop laughed. "You've done this before. Good thing we picked you up today."

Pistone slobbered and suckled on that cock as the officer rubbed his head. Pistone pulled back, taking his mouth away to feast on the cop's balls.

"Spit on my dick," the cop said and Pistone complied, sucking the cock for all he was worth.

"Starting to like it, aren't you?" the second one said. "Come on man, fuck his face."

He obviously didn't want to be left out and muscled in on the action, feeding Pistone his flaccid tool. It didn't stay soft for long. Pistone nursed on that thing, relinquishing his grip on it to move to the second cop's balls as the cop stroked his cock, getting into it himself now.

The cops uncuffed him and he remained kneeling on the floor, taking turns sucking them off as the cops whipped off their clothes.

Pistone was a cock whore from way back and he seemed intoxicated with his own efforts. The first cop dragged him to his feet and pulled down Pistone's pants. He pushed him facedown over an old desk, gave his ass some perfunctory licks, quickly slipped on a rubber and stuck his cock into Pistone's waiting ass.

Moaning, Pistone turned his face, his hungry mouth anxious for more dick. The second cop let him have it.

"How much you like fuckin' his ass?" he asked the first cop as Pistone jerked on his own meaty tool.

"Fuck me," Pistone screamed around the cock gagging him. The two cops gave both his holes a solid workout. It was all too much for the first cop who took his cock away from Pistone.

"Motherfucker!" he roared as Pistone sucked his balls. The cop exploded all over Pistone's throat and face. It must have been one hell of a mind-blowing orgasm. 

“I’d like to get down to some serious lovemaking, but so far you’re not exactly going along with the program. You don’t want much in a man, do you? Just total perfection. You prayed for me, Tony. Why can’t you accept the unseen, the invisible is as powerful as that which is visible?”

Was this a trick question? Had I somebody smoked some wacky tobaccy and not even known it? I didn’t even know how to respond to this guy, but he was brushing at some imaginary thing on his powerful, muscular, naked thigh and I jerked my mind back to the issue at hand.

Just how did this guy get in my shower?

“You spoke to the ancients. They do…occasionally listen, you know.” He smiled, enjoying some private joke. Were there hidden cameras in this joint? Were the cast and crew of Lava Mama having a whole heap of fun at my expense?

 As I scanned the walls and ceiling for hardware, he sighed.

“You have three choices, Tony. Get on the internet and find nothing. Go next door and keep getting insulted for being chubby, or get royally fucked right now. By me. I’m very good at it. You…made me that way.”

I felt faint. “I…made you that way?”

He looked at me blankly. “Didn’t you pray for me on Haleakala?”

I gaped at him, a lump forming in my throat. In my whole life, I’d never had a single prayer answered. Was this real? Or was there some cruel prank at play here?

“Pranks are for kids.” The naked man’s fingers were at the waistband of my jeans. “And I’m not a kid.” There was sexual fire and something else between us…I was too confused to say exactly what. “I really want you. Tony, I…” Our eyes connected as his skin met mine. I hadn’t had another man touch me in so long I was ready to leap out of my own body.

We attacked each other’s mouths. The stranger’s kisses were long, deep and very intense. We held onto each other, our cocks hardening and then his fingers were unbuttoning my pants. He got to his knees, and I held my stomach in, hoping my not-so-washboard tummy wouldn’t put him off in any way. I was so self conscious, but the delicious hottie in my kitchen was intent on my cock. At first he just felt it, touching it, as if with astonishment, dropping kisses here and there. I looked down, helpless with a mixture of lust and surprise. He kept stroking it, telling me how beautiful it was and I felt nothing but a fresh surge of desire seeing a beautiful guy drooling over my cock.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he muttered. “I have to taste you.” He took the head of my cock into his mouth and I let out a scream.

“Yeeeeessss!”

He took his mouth off me again.

“Noooooo!”

He picked me up and carried me, taking me to the living room, depositing me on the floor in front of the fireplace. He took his time taking everything off me and I couldn’t keep my eyes off that rigid cock, those hands or that mouth. He kissed me everywhere, letting his fingers run over my body, and I found myself thinking, thank God I use body lotion. It was like a religion with me.

His fingers teased my nipples, my balls, my cock, my toes, my lips, my cock…on and on, back and forth. I jokingly thought to myself, he missed a spot over my left elbow, and suddenly his mouth was there. He lowered himself onto my body and we felt each other naked for the first time.