by K. C. Wells
“Does that feel good?” Chris whispered.
“God, yes.” Then Zac groaned as Simon wrapped both hands around his dick, twisting them in opposite directions. “Oh fuck…”
“Play with his nipples,” Simon instructed Chris. Zac moaned as Chris flicked his nipples with his thumbs, and the sensation zapped through him right to his cock.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” Zac groaned.
“Turning you on,” Simon replied. He slid his hands up and down Zac’s shaft in different directions, meeting in the middle. “The more aroused you are, the more the prostate swells, making it easier to feel. And it’s gonna feel so good.” Then he resumed playing with Zac’s balls, while he picked up speed with the other hand, working the shaft.
Chris tweaked Zac’s nipples, and there it was again, that electricity zinging through him, directly linking them to his dick. “Ready for a finger?” Chris asked him.
Zac gaped at him. “Yes!”
Simon laughed. “Well, that was pretty emphatic.” He squeezed more of the oil onto his fingers, then stroked them over Zac’s hole, sending ripples of pleasure through his body. “Here we go.”
Zac held his breath as Simon slowly penetrated him, his thumb under Zac’s balls, his middle finger sliding into him easy as anything. Simon kept it still while he stroked Zac’s cock, until Zac was squirming in the sling, wanting him to get a fucking move on.
“You’re so warm inside,” Simon told him. “So tight around my finger.” Then he moved it ever so slightly, and Zac gasped, a jolt going through him.
“Oh my fucking God, do that again.”
Simon did, and Zac rocked his hips a little, wanting more. Simon made tiny movements with his finger, while he rubbed over the head of his cock with a slick palm.
It was like exquisite torture. Violent shudders wracked Zac’s body, and Chris held him. “It’s okay, baby. You look so fucking beautiful, the way you move when he strokes you inside.”
Zac forced himself to breathe regularly, conscious of wave upon wave of pleasure washing over him, each one bringing him closer and closer to the edge. But every time he thought he was about to come, Simon backed off, withdrawing his fingers and stroking his dick, until Zac was ready to go again.
He was lost in a delicious cycle of bliss as Simon settled in to a pattern: long strokes up and down his cock, alternating with one single long finger inside him, rubbing over his gland until he thought his head was about to explode; and then another retreat to let Zac catch his breath. And through it all, Chris held him, told him how amazing he looked, how well he was doing, how fucking awesome his orgasm was going to be—assuming Simon was going to let him come.
Finally, Simon stroked a gentle slick hand over Zac’s cock and balls. “Not gonna stop this time. Okay?”
Zac nodded, his heart pounding. Chris leaned over and kissed him, murmuring against his lips, “Can’t wait to see you shoot your load.”
Simon slid his middle finger into Zac’s hole, and Zac moaned as he stroked and rubbed Zac’s gland, his other hand working Zac’s shaft, only not as leisurely as before: they were heading for the finish line.
Zac was shaking, the sling moving with him as he danced on Simon’s finger, his dick like a rock, his balls tight. “Chris,” he called out, unable to keep still.
“I’ve got you.” Chris covered Zac’s hand with his, his gaze locked on Zac’s face. And when it came, violent shudders jolted Zac as he shot over his chest, so forceful that it hit his chin and cheek. Chris bent over to lick up his cum, and shared it with Zac in a lingering kiss as Zac rode the wave of his climax.
“How was it?” Chris asked, stroking Zac’s hair away from his head.
Zac shivered. “Never felt anything so intense. It was as if I felt it through my whole body.”
Simon wiped his hands on a paper towel, then came to stand next to Zac’s head. “Thank you.”
Zac gaped at him. “Why are you thanking me? Surely it should be the other way around.”
Simon bent over and kissed him on the lips, a sweet, chaste kiss. “Thank you for letting me be a part of this. You’re beautiful when you come.” His eyes sparkled. “And one day I’d love to play with both of you, if that’s okay.”
Zac took in Simon’s brown eyes, neat beard, and broad chest. “It’s okay by me,” he said with a smile. He reached down to run his fingers along Simon’s heavy cock, pausing at his slit from which precum spooled down in a glistening silken thread. Zac rubbed his thumb over the head and brought the clear liquid to his own lips. He licked it slowly, noting Simon’s dilated pupils and the hitch in his breathing.
Simon grinned and glanced at Chris. “Your man learns fast.” He leaned over to kiss Zac once more, sharing the taste.
When he straightened, Zac wrapped his fingers around Simon’s dick. “I’d love to see Chris taking this up his ass.” He snuck a peek at Chris. “Although I think Chris already knows what it feels like.”
Chris’s lips met his in a kiss that sent warmth spreading through him in a languid wave. “And the next time I feel it? I want your mouth around my dick while he fucks me.”
“As long as you’re eating my ass at the same time, fine.” Zac could picture it in his head, clear as anything
Chris laughed. “Oh my God. I’ve created a monster.”
Simon grinned. “A very flexible monster. And I for one wanna try that out.”
Zac let out a happy sigh.
“What just went through your mind?” Chris asked, his hand gentle on Zac’s cheek.
“Just thinking about how much I’ve learned since I met you.”
Chris kissed his forehead. “Baby, we’ve only just begun.”
***
Zac had no idea of the time. A little light penetrated Chris’s blinds, enough to see by, and there was the constant hum of traffic from outside. He was warm, enveloped in Chris’s arms.
He was happier than he’d ever been.
“Why’re you awake?” Chris said sleepily.
“Something woke me up. Go back to sleep.”
Chris stroked his arm. “God, you smell good.”
Zac chuckled. “That’s your bodywash you’re smelling.”
“Wow. Do I always smell like this?” Chris nuzzled his neck, and that was all it took for Zac’s cock to take an interest. Judging by the hot hard dick nestled in Zac’s crease, Chris’s was doing the same. Chris rocked, a gentle motion of his hips that slid his shaft up and down.
Okay, now Zac was really awake.
He rolled onto his back. “Get on top of me,” he whispered.
Chris chuckled. “I thought last night had wiped you out. Obviously I was wrong.” He covered Zac with his body, undulating a little. “Oh, someone’s hard.” Then his lips were on Zac’s, and Zac opened for him, loving the feel of Chris’s weight on him.
“Three firsts in one night,” he murmured when Chris broke the kiss. Chris’s mouth was on his neck, kissing and sucking, and Zac shivered.
Chris paused. “Three?”
“Uh-huh. My prostate massage, sleeping in your bed instead of the guest room—and this.”
“And what is this?”
Zac took a step into the unknown. “Well, I’m kinda hoping my boyfriend is going to make love to me.”
There was no missing Chris’s intake of breath.
Before Zac could speak, Chris’s mouth claimed his, and Zac’s toes curled at the heat promised in that kiss. Then Chris shifted lower, licking over Zac’s nipple with a leisurely tongue.
“Oh, you know I love it when you do that,” Zac said with a shiver.
Another wry chuckle. “Which is why I do it.” Chris kissed down his torso, pausing as he reached Zac’s dick that lay against his belly, fully hard. Chris rubbed his face over the shaft, nuzzling his balls. He buried his nose in the crease between body and thigh, then rubbed his face over Zac’s shaft again, before licking a line from root to head.
Zac waited for Chris to take his dick into his mouth
, but when Chris didn’t, he groaned.
“Patience,” Chris murmured as he crawled up Zac’s body again, rubbing his stubbled jaw over Zac’s abs and pecs.
“But I want to come,” Zac remonstrated, hating the touch of a whine in his voice.
“And you’re going to,” Chris assured him. He rubbed his face against Zac’s neck, and began to move, a sensual undulation as he rocked his hips, sliding his heavy cock over Zac’s.
Oh fuck.
“How did you know?” Zac demanded.
Chris flicked his nipple with his tongue before answering. “I called Matt to thank him for the talk we had at his place. Then Jake got on the phone and said if I wanted to make you really happy…”
Zac sighed. “You have some great friends.” Then Chris propped himself up on his hands and started rolling his hips, and Zac let out a low moan. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
“Another first,” Chris whispered before kissing him again, only now Zac fed him moans and sighs of pleasure as Chris’s shaft rubbed against his. Chris left one hand on the bed and with the other, he took Zac’s dick, stroking it in time to match each languid slide of his cock through the crease above Zac’s thigh. Chris straddled Zac’s leg, his feet rubbing against Zac’s as he rocked, unhurried and sexy as hell.
“Aw, fuck.” Zac spread his legs and Chris inserted his body between them, still rolling his hips. Zac’s hands were on his back, his waist, and finally his ass, grabbing Chris’s cheeks and squeezing them. Then he shifted higher, raking his nails down Chris’s back, and Chris arched, moaning, the erotic motion of his hips not pausing for a second.
Then everything shifted into a high gear.
Chris sucked on the base of Zac’s neck, and Zac knew there’d be a bruise the following day. He rocked faster, faster, and Zac dug his nails into the muscles on Chris’s back as Chris propelled him closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, oh fuck, yeah, fuck, don’t stop,” Zac begged as Chris’s cock rubbed over his balls and shaft, Zac’s whole body tingling as he sought the orgasm he knew was coming. Chris picked up speed, his breathing harsh and shallow as he rolled his hips, and Zac knew he was close too. And when Zac finally came, warmth pooling on his belly below the head of his dick, he cried out, lost in an ocean of sensation, shaking helplessly as he pulsed out the last drops of cum.
“My turn,” Chris murmured, before grabbing Zac’s thighs and pushing his knees toward his chest. His thick shaft slid over Zac’s hole and Chris rocked again, his cock slick with Zac’s cum. Chris’s breathing quickened, and Zac reached for his face.
“Come. Let me feel you come on my hole,” he gasped out as Chris picked up the pace again, setting every nerve alight as he rubbed his solid shaft over Zac’s pucker. And when Chris came, trembling in Zac’s arms, Zac held him, aware of the warmth fluid that trickled over his skin.
Zac clung to him, both of them breathing erratically, both shaking. “Oh my God.”
Chris chuckled, and kissed his cheek. “Well, if Jesus works for you, I can live with God.”
Zac returned his kiss. “And they’re both better than Ass Boy.” He sighed. “I know we need to clean up, but I don’t want to move.” The sheet beneath them would have to be changed, for one thing.
Chris kissed his neck. “I feel it too. I don’t want this moment to end.”
Zac locked his arms around Chris’s neck. “But you know what? There will be other moments. This was just the first.”
“The first of many,” Chris added.
Zac loved the sound of that.
“For me? You shouldn’t have.” - Take Two.
Eight months later
Chris got out of the shower and sniffed. “That smells amazing,” he called to Zac in the kitchen.
“Glad you think so. I had to do something special for your birthday, right?” Zac hollered back.
Chris rubbed the towel briskly over his head, smiling to himself. I didn’t see this coming a year ago. If anyone had told him he’d not only be in a relationship with someone, but also living with him, and gloriously happy about it, he’d have laughed his ass off. Zac moving in with him had been a no-brainer. They were both fed up with the to-ing and fro-ing, and Zac’s apartment was too small for them, so this made perfect sense.
There had been several precious milestones in their journey to the present day. Meeting the in-laws—well, the nearest thing Chris would ever have to them—had been nerve-wracking beforehand, but he had to admit, Zac had their reaction nailed. They took to Chris instantly, and he to them. They didn’t care about the age difference, not that Zac seemed to have ever cared about it either.
The sweetest day had to have been Christmas. They were still living apart then, but Zac spent his days off at Chris’s place. Waking up Christmas morning, with his arms full of a sleeping Zac had been wonderful enough.
Having Zac roll over, rub his eyes, smile, and say ‘I love you’ had been the best present ever.
Chris pulled on his jeans, grabbed a clean shirt, and went to investigate what culinary delights Zac had in store for him.
The kitchen smelled of fried chicken, and Chris inhaled deeply. “My favorite.”
Zac jerked his head up from chopping salad and blinked. He shifted quickly to stand in front of the table. “Well, it is your birthday.”
“And I’m sure your fried chicken will be just as delicious as that place on Eight Avenue we love so much.” Zac’s sudden movement was extremely suspicious. Chris glanced around the kitchen then peered under the kitchen table behind Zac’s legs. He snorted. “I see it will.”
Zac widened his eyes. “I was running late. And I happened to be passing by, so I thought why not?”
Chris gave him a hard stare. “Your trip home takes you nowhere near it. Come on, confession time. You were gonna hide the bags and pretend you’d made it, weren’t you?”
“How was I to know you’d take the fastest shower in history?”
Chris walked up to him and cupped Zac’s face in his hands. “Have I told you recently how much I love you?”
Zac pretended to think. “Hmm. Maybe you’d better tell me again, to be on the safe side.”
Chris leaned in and kissed him, Zac’s lips parting to let him in. Chris slid his hands down Zac’s back, cupping and squeezing his ass. When they parted, he murmured. “Love you.”
Zac’s eyes shone. “Love you too. And one of these days, you’ll have to teach me to cook like you.”
Chris laughed. “We all have our strengths. One of mine happens to be cooking.”
“And what’s my strength?” Zac demanded.
Chris grinned. “Cock sucking. And after dinner, you can demonstrate how proficient you really are.”
Zac bit his lip in that way Chris always found sexy as fuck. “Who says we have to wait until then?”
As he lowered himself to his knees, Chris sighed happily. “Happy birthday to me.”
***
When Zac came back into the living room, the dishwasher loaded and running, Chris finally ran out of patience. “Where’s my present?”
Zac laughed. “Hang on, Oh Impatient One.” He grabbed a brightly colored bag from behind the couch and handed it over.
Chris narrowed his gaze. “This isn’t gonna be like last year, is it?”
Zac chuckled. “No Viagra this time. That’s the last thing you need.”
Chris opened the bag and removed the oblong case. When he opened it, he gasped. “Aw. A set of sounds.” Eight metal sounds of varying degrees of thickness, some of them slightly curved, nestled in the red velvet-lined zipped case.
“Well, you did say you wanted to try it.”
Chris kissed him exuberantly on the cheek. “They’re perfect.” Then he realized the bag wasn’t empty. He peered into it. “Aw. A tube of surgilube too. You thought of everything.” He grinned. “Well, at least I know what we’re doing tonight.”
The doorbell rang, and Zac raised one finger. “Hold that thought.” He went to answer it.
“If it’s someone selling something, tell them we’re not interested,” Chris whispered loudly. He gazed at the shiny metal sounds, a shiver rippling through him at the sight of the thickest one. I’m sure gonna feel that.
The door opened, and in walked Matt, Jake, and Simon, Zac behind them. Chris gaped. “Hey, guys.” He peered at Zac. “Did you organize a surprise party for me?”
Zac snickered. “Not exactly a party.” He gestured to Simon, who stepped forward and took the sounds case from Chris’s hands.
“Hey, that’s my present,” he complained.
“I know,” Simon replied. “And I’m the one who’s gets to play with them first. Only, it’ll be your dick they’re going in.” He glanced at Matt and Jake. “Well, what are you waiting for? Strip the birthday boy.”
Chris stared at Zac. “For me? Aww, you shouldn’t have.” He lurched up off the couch and pulled Zac into his arms. “God, I love you,” he whispered.
“Love you too,” Zac whispered back. “And trust me, I’m going to enjoy your present as much as you do. I get to watch you take one.” His eyes twinkled. “In fact, I’ll be taking notes. Because the next time? It’ll be me doing it.”
Chris laughed. “In that case? Watch and learn.”
***
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K.C. Wells lives on an island off the south coast of the UK, surrounded by natural beauty. She writes about men who love men, and can’t even contemplate a life that doesn’t include writing.
The rainbow rose tattoo on her back with the words 'Love is Love' and 'Love Wins' is her way of hoisting a flag. She plans to be writing about men in love - be it sweet and slow, hot or kinky - for a long while to come.
