Come Play: An Erotica Charity Anthology

by Quin Perin

  Chris chuckled. “Yeah, I’m not into incest either. But as for me being the one to put it all right…” He locked gazes with Zac, his heartbeat racing a little. “Try me.”

  Zac swallowed. “You’re… you’re serious.”

  Chris nodded, leaning in closer until their faces were inches apart. “Because having someone take their time with you is not too much to ask. Because foreplay can last all night long if you want it to. Because I don’t need to be inside you to make you come, and if you don’t think that’s possible, then baby, you really have been with the wrong guys.” He smiled. “I promise you. When you’re shooting your load into my mouth, the last person on your mind will be your dad.”

  Zac’s eyes widened, and his breathing quickened.

  “And for your information, fucking is not a dying art. You just hadn’t met someone who could fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Until now.” Except Chris already had a good idea that his idea of fucking might differ widely from Zac’s.

  You need a mentor. And Chris was determined to step into that role.

  Zac’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard. “And… what proof do you have? That you can do all this?”

  Chris didn’t hesitate. He cupped the back of Zac’s head and pulled him into a kiss, his tongue licking along the seam of Zac’s lips, demanding entrance. Zac opened for him with a soft moan, and Chris explored him, rejoicing when Zac’s tongue met his and they took the kiss to a new level. Zac’s hand was on his shoulder, his scent was in Chris’s nostrils, and the bar around them melted away as the kiss deepened.

  Then Zac broke away, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath his dark blue shirt. “Fuck, you can kiss.” His pupils were large, his lips slightly swollen.

  “I can do other things too,” Chris said with a grin. “Now you have to decide if you want to find those out for yourself.” He leaned again, until their foreheads touched. “I’ll make it good for you,” he whispered. “If that’s what you want.”

  “Yeah, it is.” Zac’s voice was equally quiet.

  Chris paused before delivering the bad news. “But not tonight.”

  Zac jerked his head back. “What the fuck?” He gaped. “You… you kiss me, you get me more worked up that I’ve ever been—then you pull the plug? What are you, some kind of sadist?”

  Out of the mouths of babes. “On occasion,” Chris admitted. He didn’t want there to be any surprises.

  Zac opened his mouth, but no words came out. His pupils, however… The blue was almost obliterated.

  Chris had to stifle his own moan. The thought that Zac wasn’t completely vanilla was a huge turn-on. Nevertheless, he pushed aside his own needs and focused on Zac’s. “I’m not about to just… dive in. I want to take my time with you. I don’t want to know what makes your engine tick—I wanna know what makes it purr. I wanna watch you, learn what your boundaries are, how far I can push them.” He smiled. “And I can’t do that in one night. So knowing that, let me ask you again. Is this what you want?”

  Zac stared at him, his eyes still wide. “Yes,” he said at last. “Just…”

  “Just what?” There was something so earnest about him that it tugged at Chris’s heart. Easy now. This is just sex, remember? No boyfriends, no partners, not interested in that? Don’t get carried away.

  “Will you make me wait long before we do get started?”

  Chris wanted to laugh at the difference in him. He cupped Zac’s nape. “No, I won’t do that. In fact… we can start tonight.”

  That hitch in Zac’s breathing was delightful. “How?”

  Chris had the perfect place in mind.

  Two

  “Taking a dick is not the only way to have a good time.”

  “What is this place?” It had looked like nothing from the outside, just a bar, but now they were inside, Zac was getting a whole different vibe. A darker vibe, that sent a frisson of excitement trickling through him.

  “Just a bar where I like to hang out sometimes.”

  Zac still couldn’t believe the turn his night had taken. One minute he was watching the usual parade of guys, mentally assessing them, ticking off the ones he’d already fucked, and dismissing the barely legal guys. The next, he was in a bar that apparently had difficulty paying its electricity bills, judging by the poor lighting, but which seemed to be stuffed to the rafters with men. Mostly bordering-on-naked men.

  “And why am I here?” To be honest, he hadn’t known what to expect. Chris was like no other guy he’d ever met. He had this cool, relaxed air about him, like nothing fazed him. Maybe that’s what comes with age. Whatever the reason, Zac liked it.

  “So I can watch and learn.”

  Zac was about to respond that Chris could do that anywhere, but the words caught in his throat when the guys around them quietened, and two men got onto the small stage in front of them. They faced each other, both wearing jocks and boots.

  “Something tells me they’re not about to recite poetry,” Zac quipped, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from them. Then one guy sank to his knees, while the other lowered his jock to reveal a stiff, meaty cock. Guy #1 didn’t hesitate. He kissed the shaft lightly, letting his lips linger on the head, before taking it into his mouth with a soft moan. Guy #2 smiled, his hands on Guy #1’s head, not exerting any pressure, just holding him steady, making soft sounds of pleasure.

  And Zac couldn’t look away. He watched, mesmerized, as Guy #1 slid his lips along the veiny shaft, taking his time, one hand on Guy #2’s ass, the other pulling gently on his sac, playing with his balls.

  Then Zac became aware of Chris shifting position to stand behind him, his hands coming forward to rest on Zac’s chest.

  “What are you—?”

  Chris’s hand covered his mouth, and Chris whispered in his ear, “Keep watching.” Slowly he removed his hand.

  Zac did as instructed, shivering when Chris’s fingertips brushed against his nipple that pushed at his cotton T-shirt. Then he shivered again when Chris flicked the little bud through the cotton. In front of him, Guy #1 gripped Guy #2’s hips with both hands and picked up speed, head bobbing faster as he sucked him off.

  “Getting hot in here, isn’t it?” Chris’s breath tickled his ear.

  Zac bobbed his head once, his own breath hitching as Guy #1 swallowed that cock to the root, Guy #2 now exerting pressure, forcing his dick to go deep. When Guy #1 gagged, saliva dripping from his mouth and chin, Zac stifled a groan as Chris slid a hand under his T-shirt to stroke his belly with a firm touch.

  “Which would you like to see—him swallow that load or take it in the face?”

  Zac moaned at the thought of cum spattering Guy #1’s cheeks, nose and chin. “Either,” he lied. Then he moaned as Chris reached under his shirt, Zac’s T-shirt riding high on his belly as he played with Zac’s nipples. Zac arched his back, his cheek coming into contact with Chris’s, the rough stubble grazing him.

  Guy #2 was driving his cock into Guy #1’s mouth, his hips snapping forward as he thrust faster, all the while holding onto Guy #1’s head, his fingers wound through the hair. Zac’s heartbeat raced, and perspiration covered him, cooling his skin as the air hit it.

  “Oh, you do like this, don’tcha?”

  Zac’s intended retort was lost when Chris seized both nipples and tugged hard on them, twisting them slightly. “Oh fuck,” he moaned weakly, his knees buckling a little. The combination of the erotic sight before him and Chris’s sensual onslaught had him closer to the edge of climax than he would have believed possible.

  And he hasn’t touched my dick once.

  Then all such thoughts fled when Chris’s hand covered Zac’s throat and he squeezed ever so gently, his fingers still toying with Zac’s nipple. “You like this?” Chris sounded breathless, as if he too was close.

  Zac managed the tiniest nod, before losing himself in the sight of Guy #2 crying out as he aimed his cock at Guy #1’s face and shot hard. Guy #1 opened his mouth like a little bird, his tongue popping out to ca
tch a few drops, before licking his lips, unable to open one eye as it too was coated.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Zac whispered, before realizing Chris was rubbing Zack’s dick through his jeans. Around them, came soft moans and noises of approval, and Zac caught the tell-tale odor that told him a few guys had just shown their own form of appreciation.

  “Do you want to come?” Chris asked him in a whisper.

  Zac could only nod, then sighed with satisfaction as Chris used both hands to unfasten his jeans, before licking his palm and slipping his hand into Zac’s briefs. He worked the shaft, its head emerging above the waistband as Chris slid his hand faster and faster, tugging hard, until Zac knew he was about to come.

  “Now,” he managed to croak, as he creamed Chris’s fingers. He sagged against Chris’s body, grateful for his presence, while his cock pulsed out its last drops. They stood like that for a moment, the music suddenly swelling in volume, as if to cover the backdrop of sounds that was obvious all around them.

  Finally, Chris reached into his jeans pocket, removed a handkerchief, and calmly wiped away all traces of Zac’s orgasm. He cleaned his hand, folded the handkerchief, and replaced it in his pocket.

  Zac didn’t wait for words. He spun around, locked his arms round Chris’s neck, and kissed him, deeply and fervently, trying to hold onto the glorious feeling that flowed through him. When he eventually broke the kiss, Chris grinned.

  “So… I did good?”

  Zac shuddered. “I need a drink.” Not to mention an explanation. How had a complete stranger seen so much, to have him coming in his hand like that?

  Chris nodded. “Now we talk.”

  Zac couldn’t stop staring at Chris as they drank their beers. “Okay, you have to tell me your secret. What are you, some kind of sex guru? Is this what you do, go around giving guys the best orgasms of their lives?”

  Chris chuckled. “I take it that lit your fuse.”

  Zac snorted. “Lit it, then sent me into the stratosphere, like there was a rocket up my ass.”

  Chris nodded knowingly. “And that brings us to the crux of your problem.”

  Right then, if Chris had said he could spin straw into gold, Zac would have believed him. Instead, he waited.

  Chris leaned in close. “What I am about to tell you, is an age-old secret, known only to the wisest of gay men.”

  Zac nodded eagerly. “Tell me.”

  Chris’s lips brushed Zac’s ear, making him shiver. “Some guys just don’t get off having a dick up their ass.”

  He froze. “What. The. Fuck?”

  Chris’s eyes were bright. “They don’t tell you that one, do they? Instead, you get fed a diet of how anal is the be-all end-all of gay sex. The pinnacle to reach. Maybe even have two dicks in your ass at the same time—even better.” He sighed. “Meanwhile, there are a lot of men out there who do not do anal, for a variety of reasons. Yours happens to be that you just don’t like it.”

  “I don’t—” Zac was lost for words.

  Chris nodded sympathetically. “I know. You thought there was something wrong with you, or with them. What you lacked was someone to remind you that taking a dick is not the only way to have a good time.” He smiled. “And you did have a good time, didn’t you?”

  Zac laughed. “Like you have to ask.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d shot so hard.

  “And as for how I knew? That’s easy. It’s not magic—it’s age.”

  “Age?” Zac frowned. “What’s age got to do with it?”

  “When you’ve been around, seen a few things, like I have, there’s little that surprises you about sex. And I’ve met a lot of guys who just don’t do anal. The problem is, they’re made to feel like they’re some kind of anomaly for feeling that way. Like you did.” Chris chuckled. “I’m not this all-seeing superman, all right? Although… I did employ a few tricks that I figured might work with you, based on what I’d observed.”

  “Tricks?”

  Chris stilled. “Nipple play. A tiny bit of choking.”

  Holy fuck. “How… how did you know I’d like those things?” Because up until that point, even Zac hadn’t known.

  “When you asked me if I was a sadist, and I said on occasion.” Chris’s eyes darkened. “You might not have uttered a word, but the way you became so still, the way your pupils dilated… That told me what I needed to know.”

  “And what was that?” Zac’s words crept out like a whisper.

  “You are not totally vanilla, Zac. You like your sex with a bit of kink. How much kink, I’m not sure right now.” Chris chuckled. “At least we know one thing that’ll get you off every time.”

  “We do?”

  Chris cupped Zac’s chin, and for one moment Zac thought he was about to be kissed. Then Chris gently turned Zac’s head toward the stage, which was now bare. Chris’s warm breath tickled his neck. “You like to watch.”

  Zac swallowed. “Doesn’t everyone? I mean, what else is porn for, but to be watched?”

  Chris shook his head. He let go of Zac’s chin. “Porn’s not real. You know it, hell, everyone knows it. You really think you’re watching two guys going at it for thirty to forty minutes, with no breaks, and all those changes in position? Hell, I’ve done porn, and let me tell you, it can be the un-sexiest thing ever. Sure, you can watch a couple of minutes while you bring yourself off, but it’s not the same as…”

  “As what?” Zac stared at him.

  Chris sighed. “Watching two guys—or more—really going for it. Listening to the noises they make. Watching their eyes when they touch each other. Knowing this is real, and hot, and intimate, and taking place right there in front of you. Knowing that when they come, there’s going to be warmth on their skin, inside them, dripping out of their asses…” He straightened. “There is nothing wrong with watching. And it can be the hottest thing ever.”

  And that led Zac to The Question of the night. “Are… are we gonna do this again?”

  Chris grinned. “Do you want to?”

  Zac rolled his eyes. “Duh.” Then he thought about it. “But… what exactly will we be doing?”

  Chris laughed out loud. “How about you leave that up to me? Just trust me.”

  That was the strange part. Zac did.

  Three

  “Is that even gonna fit?”

  Chris strolled along Eighth Ave, looking for Zac. They’d agreed to meet outside a restaurant they both knew, because Chris wanted to have a talk with him. There were some things that could not be discussed over the phone.

  He had to admit, Zac was a breath of fresh air. It was great to meet someone who was so open about their needs and desires, and who actually listened to advice. Too many of the guys Chris ran across thought they knew it all.

  The irony of that thought struck him almost instantly. Isn’t that how I must have come across to him last week? Some know-it-all, ‘I see right through you’ kinda guy? Well, that was something he had to put right before they went any further.

  He spotted Zac at the corner, leaning against the wall, his eyes focused on his phone. Lord, that boy in tight jeans was a beautiful sight. Chris had to give such thoughts a hard push aside. Much as he might want to get into Zac’s pants, it wasn’t going to happen. And he had to admit that bringing Zac off in that bar had been one of the hottest things he’d done in a long while.

  Maybe I should take a dose of my own medicine and stop thinking about where to put my dick.

  Zac glanced up as he approached, and he gave Chris a warm, sunny smile. Chris liked the way Zac’s hair looked like he’d just got out of bed, sort of tousled and wild. He was wearing a black T-shirt that clung to his slim form like a second skin, and the overall effect was luscious.

  “Hey.” Zac pocketed his phone. “So, what’s on the agenda for this evening?”

  Chris laughed. “Boy, you’re just raring to go, aren’t ya? Well, I thought we’d grab a drink here first, and maybe talk over a few things.”

  Zac arched his eye
brows. “More talk?”

  “Put it this way. What I have planned for tonight doesn’t happen if we don’t talk first.”

  That did the trick. Zac stood up straight, nodding. “Sure.” His manner was suddenly more serious, and Chris regretted his choice of words.

  He leaned in and kissed Zac on the cheek. “Remember I said you like your sex with a bit of kink?”

  Zac swallowed. “Like I could forget. I… I’ve been thinking about that all week.”

  Chris nodded slowly. “Tonight, I’m gonna take you someplace where you’ll see a lot of kink, but there are some things we need to discuss first. Kinda like setting boundaries.”

  Zac was breathing a little easier. “I like the sound of that.”

  “Good.” Chris guided him to the restaurant door. “Then let’s get a drink and talk.”

  Five minutes later they were seated at a table in the window, with two tall glasses containing mojitos in front of them.

  “So, where are you taking me?” Zac asked after taking a sip of his cocktail.

  “A friend’s apartment. It’s a party of sorts, except there are no nibbles, no alcohol, just a lot of black vinyl sheets covering everything, some toys, a thumping soundtrack, and a fuckton of lube and condoms for those who want them.” He grinned. “Most guys turn up with their own towel.”

  Zac regarded him thoughtfully. “Doesn’t everyone use condoms?”

  Chris shook his head. “A lot of these guys are on PrEP. Me included. But I won’t be playing tonight.” He gave Zac a speculative glance. “I’m not saying everyone should go bareback, okay? But a lot of these guys play together regularly. And you should always ask a guy about his status. Not that this is going to matter to you. Tonight, you’re just gonna watch and learn.”

  Zac smiled. “Like you did last week?”

  “Exactly. And before we go there, there’s one thing we have to talk about. If at any time you decide you don’t want to be there, or if anyone asks you to do something you don’t want to do? You say Red, and everything stops.”