Crashing Hearts- The Complete Series

by Zane Menzy

  Keegan knew the guy was stalling, putting off the inevitable, hesitant to cross a boundary he never thought he would.

  Damon swallowed, his Adams apple rising in his throat, he bowed his head down and kissed the tip of Keegan’s dick. Damon parted his lips, opening wide, placing the head of Keegan’s cock inside his reluctant mouth.

  Keegan could feel the warm air in Damon’s mouth swirl around him ‘till his lips closed in, wetting Keegan’s foreskin with saliva. Damon sucked softly, caressing Keegan’s shaft with his tongue.

  Keegan gasped out loud at the feel of another man’s lips wrapped around his cock. He looked down watching the back of Damon’s head bob up and down. It was odd to see a man Keegan usually associated with arrogant confidence and power, reduced to being naked with his head between a guy’s legs, sucking on a dick. My dick! No wonder Damon had worn such a cocky grin from being serviced. Keegan was beginning to understand why Damon had worn such a cocky grin from being serviced—this was an intoxicating feeling.

  Damon’s lips had barely taken more than an inch, but he was definitely sucking and doing what he knew he had to do. Keegan ran his fingers through his cock sucker’s hair, scratching Damon’s scalp in careful circle motions. “Keep it up, you’re doing good,” Keegan said, sounding as if he knew what a good blow job felt like. Truth was, any mouth sucking him would be considered to be doing a good job.

  Keegan felt his cock twitching—begging for Damon’s mouth to go lower, needing it to go lower. The horny teen groaned, his dick spitting out dribbles of pre-cum into Damon’s mouth. Damon groaned, clutching at the bed sheet from the shock of being fed another man’s sexual fluid.

  “Did you just taste some of me?” Keegan asked, tauntingly.

  Damon gave Keegan a thumbs up without lifting his head up.

  I’ll take that as a yes. Keegan willed his dick to feed Damon more of his dick juice. It obliged, spilling more of his sperm for Damon to feed on if he liked it or not. “Make sure you swallow it, I don’t want any on me,” Keegan taunted, getting a kick out of using Damon’s line against him.

  Damon gave another thumbs up. He obviously intended to give the same level of service he had received.

  Keegan pulled Damon’s face from his cock and lay down flat on the bed. Keegan spread his legs apart, looking up at Damon. “Sit between my legs, it’ll make it easier.”

  Damon didn’t fuck about, he shifted to sit between Keegan’s tanned legs, dropped his face back down and took Keegan straight back in his mouth. Now Damon was sucking harder and much, much deeper, taking half of Keegan’s giant tool in one hungry gulp. Keegan’s eyes rolled back as he got lost in such a heavenly feeling. Moans escaped his lips as he lapped up being so thoroughly serviced.

  Damon began really going for it, sucking at a swift, sloppy speed. Keegan could hear him slurping, sucking back saliva and all the dribbles of pre-cum—massaging Keegan’s fleshy rod with his magical mouth.

  The longer Damon sucked on Keegan’s dick, the better job he was doing. Keegan enjoyed the way Damon’s body slunk low, his neck craned forward to fit Keegan’s cock at the best angle. Keegan could tell his older roommate loathed every moment of it which seemed to make Keegan enjoy it even more. Damon noisily sucked away, his tongue lashing with slick licks up and down the young shaft, doing everything he could to earn Keegan’s forgiveness.

  “Tongue my balls,” Keegan instructed.

  Damon didn’t blink. He simply withdrew his mouth, dropped his face lower and dove in. His pointed tongue licked the fullness of Keegan’s hairy scrotum. Keegan gasped when he felt Damon take each ball in his mouth one at a time, sucking till each one was completely saturated.

  “Fuck you are so good at this, man.” Keegan genuinely meant it. He couldn’t believe how talented Damon was with his mouth. Maybe he’s doing to me what he enjoys being done to him?

  “Do you like my dick?” Keegan asked. Damon didn’t respond so he asked again, “Do you like sucking my dick and balls?”

  “Mmm, yes,” Damon mumbled from between his legs. He glanced up at Keegan from his dick sucking position, his green eyes sharp like daggers.

  “You’re so fucking good at sucking cock, Damon,” Keegan said, purposely using his name to sound as condescending as he could. “I think you’re a natural at this.”

  Damon pulled away from Keegan’s wet nuts, he grabbed his mouth and spat a stray pube into his hand. “Thank you,” he said, then went straight back down continuing with the assigned task.

  He really wants me to blow quickly. Keegan was close but he had no intention of feeding a hot load down Damon’s throat just yet. Your punishment is only just beginning.

  Keegan tapped Damon on the shoulder. “Stop.”

  Damon ignored him, burying his face deeper and skidding his tongue so low that Keegan felt it slip into the bottom of his crack where it pressed hard and with motive. Damon then trawled his tongue back, licking firmly over Keegan’s balls, trying to strike a killer blow.

  “I said stop!” Keegan barked. He shuffled back before Damon could trigger his dangerously close orgasm.

  Damon pulled his face up, panting for breath. “I thought you were enjoying it?” His voice came out kind and soothing. Keegan knew Damon well enough that the guy had his poker face on.

  “I am enjoying it and you got me really fucking close,” Keegan said. “But I wanna do more than just oral.”

  Damon frowned. “Like what?”

  “I want to lose my virginity,” Keegan said. “Like I was supposed to last night.”

  “Oh…” Damon mashed his lips together and nodded. “I totally get why you’d want that.” He shot Keegan a wry smile, stepped up from the bed and walked over to his luggage bag. He unzipped one of the side pockets and pulled out a condom and a little, purple bottle of lubricant.

  “You came prepared,” Keegan said, raising his eyebrows.

  “I always come prepared,” Damon answered, chuckling. He walked back over and sat beside Keegan on the bed. “Look I’m not sure how this will go but if you suck me off again like you did before, then I should be able to get hard again and fuck you.” He rubbed Keegan’s knee and smiled. “And I can feel honored knowing I gave you your first time.”

  Keegan laughed at Damon’s presumptuousness. “That’s good of you.”

  “I’ve popped a few cherries in my time so you’re in good hands.” Damon smiled, wiping sweat from his brow. “Never a dude’s cherry admittedly, but I’ve done anal with plenty of girls.”

  He stood back up and held his limp dick in his hand, waiting for Keegan to start sucking it. “Come on, K dog. It ain’t gonna suck itself?” His joke was laced with contempt. Keegan could see the fervent hunger in Damon’s wild eyes—a need to finish this night in the seat of power.

  “You are going to give me my first time but I’m also giving you yours,” Keegan said.

  “True I guess you will be.” He laughed. “I’ve never fucked a guy but I think I should be able to do it. Just close my eyes and do it for king and country,” Damon joked.

  “No, I meant I am going to fuck you.”

  Damon’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

  “It’s your arse that is getting fucked. Not mine,” Keegan said crudely.

  Damon’s demeanor lost its cool calm edge. “I don’t think that is gonna work, K dog.”

  “Of course it will work. You told me any hole’s a goal remember?” Keegan grinned.

  “My hole isn’t a fucking goal!” Damon protested. A vain in the side of his neck throbbed, giving away his annoyance at being force fed humble pie.

  Keegan shrugged. “I don’t like the idea of being fucked. I just don’t think it’s for me.”

  “Yeah, and me fucking neither!” Damon shook his head.

  Keegan extended his hand out, grazing it up Damon’s hairy leg. “Then we have a problem because I am determined to leave this cabin a man.” Keegan pulled his hand back and smiled.

  Damon stared back defiantly, not saying a
nything.

  “You ARE going to let me fuck you and you will become the first notch on my belt. Otherwise things could get ugly when we get home if you know what I mean.”

  Damon’s body went rigid at the transparent blackmail. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

  “Look, if you do this for me then we’re even and no one ever has to know anything that went on,” Keegan said, softening his tone. “Can you please just take one for the team?”

  Damon’s green eyes flickered in fury. “So, Keegan, you’re telling me that unless I let you fuck me, then you’ll rat me out for the whole Tess thing and some stupid drunken cock sucking?”

  Keegan stayed strong, he fought his natural avoidance of conflict and the unpleasantness it could bring. “Yes.” He nodded. “That is exactly what I’m saying.”

  “That’s pretty fucking low, K dog, pretty fucking low,” Damon grizzled.

  “So is fucking my girlfriend on my bloody birthday!”

  “Look, if this is just about getting the deed done so you can feel like a man or whatever then how about tomorrow I drive us up to Auckland. I can hook you up with one of my mates. I know tones of hot girls you’d be into.” He nodded to himself like he’d solved the problem before adding, “Or a guy if that’s what you’d prefer?”

  Keegan dismissed the offer. “No Damon. I want it tonight and I want it to be you.”

  Damon wet his lips. “So, it has to be me, does it?”

  Keegan gulped. “Yes.”

  Damon raised his eyebrows. “Why me?”

  “I dunno… ‘cos you’re sexy, I guess.” Keegan didn’t sound convincing.

  Damon laughed out loud. “Oh, bullshit, Keegan. You can’t piss on me and tell me it’s raining.”

  “What are you getting at?” Keegan asked, imitating innocence.

  “You just want to get one up on me for fucking Tess. Somehow fuck me over and give me a complex… by actually fucking me,” Damon said, giving Keegan an icy stare.

  Keegan glared back, holding Damon’s accusing gaze. “So what if I do. Doesn’t mean that I don’t think you look hot.”

  “Gee, thanks, Romeo,” Damon muttered. “I suggest you think very carefully about what you plan to say next, Keegan.”

  Keegan took a deep breath, searching for the right words but couldn’t find them; instead, his hormones spoke for him. “Look, it’s just sex. No big deal. No one ever has to know I fucked you.”

  Damon laughed. “Just sex, aye?” He shot Keegan a crooked smile. “I can assure you, Keegan, sex can be messy and I’m not talking just about the sheets.”

  “I was hoping it might actually clean up some mess, maybe help make me forgive you,” Keegan said.

  “It would be nice if it could but sex won’t help you forgive me, Keegan.” Damon sat down on the other bed, looking like he wanted to be miles away from Keegan.

  “Well, fuck you, Damon. Not wanting to even try for my forgiveness,” Keegan snarked, knowing exactly how manipulative he was being. “You’ll happily take what doesn’t belong to you but never give anything in return.”

  “News flash, K dog. I don’t belong to you either! You can’t just click your fingers and expect to fuck me.”

  Keegan flared with spiteful anger. “I can’t fucking wait to tell everyone about Tess and what you and I did together. Maybe then you’ll stay away and stop causing trouble.”

  Damon looked wounded by the ghastly words and the emotion attached to them. He leaned forward, exhaling heavily into his hands.

  Keegan waited eons for a response. The silence was awful.

  Damon dropped his hands to his lap, he looked over at the ground by Keegan’s feet. “So you think I’m hot?” he muttered in a pitiful laugh.

  “Yeah… I do.”

  Damon rubbed his jaw, contemplating before thrusting a serious look in Keegan’s eyes. “And you swear, on your fucking life, that if I do this, you will NEVER tell a soul?”

  “I promise. Like you said, what happens on tour stays on tour.”

  “You fucking better mean it, Keegan! If we do this, then we’re even okay? No more of this sissy blackmail shit. We pop this fucking cherry of yours and we never bring it up again.”

  “You have my word,” Keegan said.

  “Fucking hell,” Damon muttered as he looked up at the ceiling. He squeezed his hands together and slowly nodded. “Okay, how do you want me?”

  CHAPTER TWENTY:

  Dark Places

  In an act of sullen obedience, Damon crawled begrudgingly forward on his hands and knees. He planted his face on the pillow, lifting his arse up—assuming the position Keegan had ordered.

  Doggy style. Liam had told him it was the best.

  Keegan admired Damon’s perky arse cheeks. Definitely sexy and firm for a 37-year-old. He sat back and just enjoyed the view. Keegan was in no rush, he wanted this encounter to stretch on as long as possible.

  After a whole minute of waiting, Damon raised his head. “What’s the hold up?” He swung his body around to sit back on the mattress and faced Keegan. “Have you come to your senses have you, K dog?”

  “No. I’m just enjoying the moment,” Keegan said.

  Damon rolled his eyes. “Look, I’d rather we just got this over with if that’s okay with you.”

  “Well… if it’s okay with you I would like to just look for a while. You look sexy as fuck.” Keegan leaned forward and patted Damon’s knee affectionately.

  Damon scowled at the touch. “I would have thought being a virgin you’d be in like a flash.”

  “You sound pretty keen for me to fuck you,” Keegan jabbed.

  Damon shook his head. “Not at all actually,” he said blankly. “But I would like you to get this over with so we can move on with our lives.”

  “True, I guess I am pretty hideous,” Keegan scoffed.

  “You’re not hideous, Keegan,” Damon said, sounding almost kind. “You’re quite the fucking opposite; you must know that.”

  Keegan ignored the compliment and let Damon continue.

  “I’m straight, Keegan. I’m only agreeing to this under the condition you keep your mouth shut about it, about everything that’s happened here tonight and I’m hoping this puts me back in the good books with you.” Damon heaved and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t understand what sort of things you might be going through but I do know your motherfucking angry with me, and want some sort of twisted revenge. So hurry up and take it so you can feel like we’re even.”

  “I gave you my word, I ain’t gonna say anything but you have to let me do this my way,” Keegan said, letting Damon know the rules “And I would like it if you go back to the way you were positioned and I will begin fucking you when I am good and ready.”

  Damon looked like he’d swallowed shit. He wasn’t going to risk arguing though. He scraped himself back around on his hands and knees, raising his arse up high, waiting to be taken.

  “Good boy,” Keegan said in a patronizing voice and patted Damon’s arse cheeks.

  “Little prick,” Damon snarled into his pillow.

  Keegan let out a complacent sigh. He stretched his feet down either side of Damon’s parted legs, rubbing the sexy fucker’s thighs with his toes. Keegan’s balls tightened as he sat gazing at Damon’s flawless, heterosexual arse that had gone 37 years undefiled.

  Keegan lulled forward and stroked the soles of Damon’s large feet. He glided his hand up over Damon’s heel, taking in the masculine terrain of his toned furry legs and thighs before scooping down and tugging on Damon’s smooth balls. Keegan traced his index finger upwards, sliding it through the indent of Damon’s moist hairy arsecrack. He did this a couple times, going up and down, grazing over Damon’s quivering hole.

  Keegan whimpered in anticipation, knowing he was touching the very spot his cock would soon be stretching open.

  Keegan bowed his head and kissed Damon on the bum cheek. He brushed his chin along the firm skin, grazing over Damon’s crack and kissed the other c
heek

  “What are you doing?” Damon asked when Keegan began sucking and biting.

  Keegan ignored him at first, continuing with his piercing kiss. When he retrieved his mouth and looked down at what he had done, he saw a bright red love bite painted firmly on Damon’s left buttock. “I was just marking my territory,” Keegan said. He dropped his face back down, biting and leaving a mark on the other side.

  Damon with his head tucked down was none the wiser that the cutting kisses had tainted his skin with lingering evidence.

  The moment felt spellbinding for Keegan. Right in front of him was a phenomenally, sexy man with his head down, bum up, waiting to be taken. Damon was gifting his tight, virgin arse to him and a large piece of his straight male pride. Only seconds and friction stood between Keegan and being able to join the club and finally lose his long-held virgin status.

  In the back of his mind a voice told him how wrong this all was. He blocked it out—too horny to listen to the sensible warning. Nothing was going to stop him from claiming his manhood at the expense of Damon’s.

  Keegan picked up the condom, ripping it open with sharp, impatient teeth. He plucked out the slick rubber, and placed it to the tip of his throbbing dick and proceeded to unroll it along his thick shaft.

  He heard Damon spitting, he looked up and saw Damon’s hand snake between his legs, pressing his fingers against his arsehole, lubing himself up for the impending intrusion.

  Keegan scuffed his knees forward across the bed sheet ‘till he knelt directly behind Damon’s waiting, orifice. He picked up the orange bottle of lube, squishing gunky dollops into the palm of his hand and began slathering his shielded shaft with the sticky residue. Keegan used his fingers to gather up the leftover fuck grease, parted Damon’s arse cheeks and smothered the sticky mess thoroughly over his hole.