Cross Island

by Santino Hassell

  “Take your shorts off,” he said against my skin. At my hesitation, he dragged his teeth against me. “Now, Victor.”

  Blood surged through me, and my dick began to ache. I shoved the waistband of my shorts down, then I was left in nothing but the black jockstrap I’d put on when he’d demanded we spar.

  Clive made an appreciative sound. He didn’t hesitate to put his hands on me, like he owned me, and it took my breath away. I didn’t move a muscle while he ran his hands over the rounded curve of my ass cheeks, or when he reached around to cup the heavy weight of my dick and balls. I expected him to grab it and start jacking, but he deprived me of his touch.

  “If you want me to fuck you,” Clive said, putting emphasis on the words ‘want’ and ‘you’. “Then we do it my way.”

  “What’s your way?”

  “My way is for you to do what I say when I say it. I tell you to suck my dick until you choke? You do it. I tell you to spread those ass cheeks for me so I can play with your hole?” Clive’s voice got lower and throatier with each word. “You show it to me. And when my cock is in here?” His fingers slide down to the crease of my ass, reaching in to tease my pucker. “You watch it split you open. No closed eyes. You’re going to watch what I do to you.”

  It was a good time to tell him I’d been fantasizing about him nailing me for a few weeks now, ever since I’d caught on to the sound of him jerking off in the room next to mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit to it. My tongue tied up as soon as I tried to open my mouth, so I rocked back on his fingers, wanting them to press inside. How would it feel to have my ass fingered, I wondered deliriously. Probably amazing.

  “Answer,” he growled, and smacked my ass. Hard.

  “Fuuuck,” I whispered, bouncing on the balls of my feet. “That made my dick throb.”

  “Yeah?” Clive reached around me to slip my dick from beneath the jockstrap. The feel of his hand on me, even when he was just holding it in his hand, weakened my knees. I swung out an arm to grab hold of something, and wound up gripping the side of his chest of drawers. “So responsive.” He smacked my ass again, so hard this time that it burned. My mouth fell open, and I cried out when he cupped the head of my dick. “That made your dick drip, kid.”

  I couldn’t talk. Couldn’t think. My mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut. Pressure was building inside of me that I couldn’t describe. Maybe fireworks going off all over my body? An electric circuit getting too powerful of a charge then blowing. Maybe that would happen to me. Maybe I’d shut down if this got too intense. If I couldn’t handle all his power.

  “Fuck, let’s just do this,” I whispered urgently. “Let’s just get on with it, please.”

  “Shut up.” Clive squeezed my ass cheek, twisting a chunk of flesh. I moaned again and bucked into his hand. “You want me to fuck you, Victor? I told you, we play it my way. You do what you’re told.” Clive stood behind me and took a step forward until his crotch was pressed to my sore ass. “I’ll be honest, kid. I want you. You’re gorgeous. Strong.” He kissed my shoulder, and I shivered. “Weird.”

  I laughed, unexpected and way too loud in the room. Some of the tension bled out of me. “You’re weird too, man.”

  “That’s why this has been working. But the one quirk I won’t mess with?” Clive bit my shoulder this time. “Is you using me to get the gay out of your system when you’re hard up, then you writing it off as… a quick release, or a random incident, or some other homophobic bullshit.”

  I was shivering again, and unable to stop it. When he grabbed my shoulders and forced me to turn, I closed my eyes. He slapped his fingers against my face.

  “None of that. You look at me.”

  “Fuck, Clive. Please.”

  “No.” Clive pressed his forehead to mine until I met his gaze. “So, here’s the terms. You keep those pretty brown eyes open, and you don’t try to play it off like you’re not gagging for the chance to have me down your throat, and I’ll make you come so much that you’ll have the deepest sweetest sleep of your life.”

  “Please,” I said again, not thinking or panicking. Just feeling. “I need that from you. I want it.”

  “Good.” Clive kissed me, soft and brief. “So behave yourself, and I’ll give that to you as much as you want for as long as you need it. But if you don’t behave… it ends tonight. Is that what you want?”

  I tried to say no, but I couldn’t make my mouth form the word. I couldn’t do anything but stand there and hope he could read my mind.

  “It’s okay, Vic,” he said after a beat. “We’ll talk about it again after you take this dick. Now get on the bed.”

  Cross Island, ch 14

  Chapter Fourteen

  Victor

  I sat on the edge of the bed, heavy breathing and sweating despite the draft in the room. My hands curled around the edge of the mattress. The thick firm fabric refusing to mold to my grip was barely the distraction I was looking for, especially not with Clive crossing the room to stand directly in front of me.

  He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to look up. “Pull my pants down,” he said.” When I glanced down to pull down his tight jogging pants, he yanked my hair harder. The pain sizzled through me. “Eyes up here, Victor.”

  That low voice, issuing orders without room for disagreement, made me throb. There was a voice in the back of my mind, the same one that had growled at me after every teenaged Raymond fantasy, that asked what was wrong with me, but I ignored it. I had no choice but to ignore it while Clive’s steady gaze was drilling into me and daring me to look away.

  I hooked up fingers into the elastic of his waistband and tugged the thick fleece material down. It took some tugging to pull it over his ass and the thick shape of his dick, but I managed.

  “Underwear,” he said softly.

  My breath hissed out. He smiled down at me, and his approval at my reaction had me so horny I was tempted to reach down to squeeze my own piece. It was begging for attention. My thighs were straining as I kept them spread and still even though they kept wanting to jerk forward every time my cock pulsed. It happened when I got Clive’s underwear down.

  Without permission, I looked down at his dick, and nearly moaned. Everything about him nearly had me on the edge of an explosion—his V cuts, the happy trail leading down his tight muscular stomach, and especially his dick. It was long and thick, and the plump head already looked damp. I wanted to bury my face in the space between his thigh and groin and inhale him while squeezing that hard length. Then I wanted to lick the tip so I could taste him. It had been so long since I’d had another man in my mouth that the possibility of doing it now was surreal. As much as I’d tried to force myself to not want this again, I was so desperate for it now that I threw him a pleading look.

  Clive grabbed the base of his dick and squeezed it before slowly pumping. “What’s that face for?”

  “You.”

  “What about me?”

  Fuck him, he was really going to do this to me. It should have driven me crazy, but it just added to the pressure building inside me. “Your dick.”

  Clive’s hand moved faster. He looked calm, but his breathing picked up and he braced a hand on my shoulder. “Tell me exactly how you used to fantasize about sucking cock, even back when you hated that you wanted it.”

  I wanted to close my eyes, but I knew he’d get pissed. Maybe even stop everything. The thought was crushing. “I used to fantasize about getting my face fucked,” I croaked. “Some guy riding my face, shoving his dick down my throat, and me actually being good at taking it.”

  Clive’s eyelids lowered. “You good at taking it?”

  “I learned, but… it’s been a minute.” A minute as in four years.

  “Let’s try. Get on your knees and open your mouth for me.”

  I slid to the floor, on my knees, and looked up at him. He was biting his lower lip and squeezing his balls. I opened my mouth then, because every fantasy I’d ever had was
flooding my head again, I extended my tongue.

  “Fuck yeah,” he whispered, and tapped his dick against my tongue. “No hands, Victor. You’re going to sit there and take this dick, and not touch me or yourself.”

  I nodded without breaking eye contact, and he slid it deeper into my mouth. For the first time, I flashed back to my time with Shawn without shutting down. I tried to remember how I’d sucked him, how he’d liked it, and how I could do it better for Clive. I opened my mouth wider, leaned forward, and bobbed my head. I wanted to deep throat him, but my gag reflex kicked in fast, and I made it halfway down his cock before having to pull back.

  “Yeah,” Clive whispered. “Get it wet, kid. Make a mess.”

  I groaned around him and bobbed my head faster. His hips jolted forward, and his length went deeper into my mouth. Instinctively, I jerked back. Clive cupped one of his hands under my chin to hold me in place, and began rocking his hips with increasing speed. I took it, my throat relaxing, and sucked in time with his thrusts.

  Blood roared in my ears. My heart was racing, and my breath stuttering, but I didn’t pull away for a breath. I sucked him down greedily, moaning at the heavy feel of his dick on my tongue as it pushed deeper into my mouth.

  When I began rocking my hips at nothing, so horny I was willing to ride the air, Clive swore softly under his breath. His fingers tightened around my chin and he used his other hand to grip my hair. With me held in place, he promptly fulfilled his promise to fuck my face. He humped my face faster, driving his cock in and out of my mouth so fast that I could barely catch a breath. The sound of his saliva slicked dick driving into my mouth joined the buzzing in my ears. I moaned around him, muffled but still loud, and Clive’s hips jolted hard.

  For the first time, I pulled back, gasping, as a string saliva dripped from my mouth. Clive exhaled slowly. He grabbed the base of his dick and squeezed before dragging the head of it against my mouth again. My lips felt swollen and numb, but I opened wide for him without a pause.

  “Yeah, you want it,” Clive whispered, still pinning me with that steady stare. “You like it.”

  “Mmm,” I muffled around his length, and took him deep inside again.

  There was a brief moment when Clive clearly tried to give me time to readjust to his size, and of taking him down my throat. It lasted for twenty seconds of sloppy sucking before he groaned loudly and gripped my chin and hair again. He drove his dick into my mouth so forcefully it was nearly violent, and so deep that my nose nearly buried in his pubic hair. Spots danced before my eyes as he used my mouth, and my own dick grew so heavy that it was unbearable.

  “Shit,” Clive groaned. “Oh fuck, Victor, your mouth.”

  He rode my face faster. I took it all, letting him turn my mouth into a glory hole for him to use, and fought the urge to grab my dick. It was painfully hard by now, and I moved closer to the edge at the stark reality that Clive was losing his shit… because of me.

  He pulled away from me with a sharp cry. I was desperate for him to pump his dick and come all over my mouth, my face, but he hunched forward with his hand tight around his balls.

  “Too close,” he hissed. “Way too close.”

  I licked my lips, wanting to taste traces of his precum. “Shoulda come in my mouth.”

  Victor shuddered. “Next time.”

  Next time.

  I grabbed my dick without waiting for permission, and slowly slid my hand along it.

  “I want your ass this time.” Clive inhaled sharply. “Get on the bed. On your back.”

  He moved around the bed as I lay back on it with my legs hanging over the side. I bent my knee, drawing one up, and went back to touching myself. Jerking alone in a bed had become part of my morning and nightly routine for the past four years of no release with anything but my own hand. It’d become so routine I’d gotten bored with it. But dragging my hand over my hard dick with slow measured strokes as Clive watched me? It was so unboring that my toes were digging into the sheet and it was hard not to buck into my cupped palm.

  Clive returned to the foot of the bed with a condom covering his erection and a small glass bottle of lube in his hand. He watched me touch myself while he rubbed lubricant over his hardness, making it glisten in the dark room.

  “You ever play with your ass, Victor?”

  I licked my lips. “Sometimes.”

  “Sometimes, like when?”

  I started to tilt my head back so I wouldn’t have to face him while admitting my dirty habits, but stopped myself. “When I can’t get off by just jerking it.”

  “Because you get off best when you imagine being fucked,” he said, watching me from beneath hooded eyelids. “Is that right?”

  My skin was burning with embarrassment, which was stupid. If there was anyone I could be real with, it was Clive. I still cringed as I nodded. “Yeah, that’s right.”

  Clive got on the bed and knelt between my sprawled thighs. He grabbed his shaft and angled his dick down so it hovered in the air near my ass. “Push yourself up enough so you can touch your dick and see mine.” His eyes roamed all over my body as I complied. “I want your eyes open the whole time, Victor. You’re going to watch me fuck you until I decide otherwise. You understand?”

  My heartrate picked up again, thundering in my chest. “Yeah.”

  “It’s going to hurt at first. You know that, right?”

  “I don’t give a fuck.”

  Clive’s nostrils flared. We locked eyes for a beat, then he was manhandling me into the position he wanted. I balanced myself on one hand pressed against the mattress. My arm was already trembling from balancing my big body with one hand, but I was able to see everything he did. The way he dripped more lube onto his dick, sliding it over in fast sure strokes, then the way he nudged the head against my ass cheeks. He dragged it over the crease, getting the thick sticky lube all over me, before he pressed it against my hole.

  A yearning opened up inside me like a black hole, wanting to suck him inside. I spread my thighs wider and rocked against him. He teased me, pushing in then pulling out, until I was sweating and panting with my own erection leaking precum.

  Again, Clive grabbed the base of his dick, but this time he guided the head fully inside. We both groaned at the same time. I moved my hand over myself faster, eyes transfixed on the sight of his girth half stuffed inside my body. He moved, growling at me to keep watching. I had no problems following the command.

  Clive jerked his hips forward until he was buried fully inside me. I groaned at the combination of pain and the sensation of unbearable fullness. My head fell back as my mouth gaped open. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do a goddamn thing but feel his body so deep inside of my own.

  “Look at me.” Clive grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up. “Watch.”

  I nodded blearily, animal grunts tearing out of me. In the past, Shawn had ridden my ass doggy style with my face shoved into whatever surface he’d taken me on. I’d squeezed my eyes shut, drifted into some weird-ass space where nothing was real but the delicious pressure against my ass, and didn’t think too much about any of it until it was over. Now, I realized how stupid that had been. Watching Clive’s dick work in and out of me was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. My ass took it in again and again, until he ripped out with a low growl.

  “Scoot back on the pillows,” Clive said through his labored breathing. “And pull your thighs back. I need to fuck that ass deeper.”

  A burst of pleasure exploded in my gut, and my balls pulled up tight. “God, you’re something else.”

  Clive grinned at me, looking absolutely delighted right before he brought his hand down hard on my thigh in a slap. “Do it.”

  I slid backwards on the bed so his pillows were somewhat propped at my lower back. After a moment of trying to figure out what the hell he wanted me to do, I had one knee pulled back to my shoulder with my other thigh pressed down and open on the bed. I was exposed so completely that it was emb
arrassing, but that feeling faded as soon as Clive plunged into my waiting hole.

  He crouched above me, held onto my ankles, and railed me so deep that his balls slapped against my taint with every thrust. The angle was so good, so unbelievable and stunning, that my mind blanked out. I was in a daze as I pumped my dick and watched the ruthless way he drove into my body. His thick shaft disappearing inside of me over and over, and the sound of his balls slapping against me, was hypnotizing.

  “Gonna come like this,” I slurred. “Too good.”

  “What’s too good?” Clive panted. “Tell me, Vic. Say it.”

  “Your dick pounding me like this.” I jerked myself faster, speaking through labored breaths and hoarse gasps. “Fuck, Clive. You’re hitting it so good.”

  Clive pressed down on me harder, spreading me open wider, and speared into me so deep that I cried out sharply. He rode me like he was trying to prove a point, or stake a claim. Like my ass was his, and he was going to ram himself into me deeper and deeper until I understood that reality. Again, I blanked out, got lost in some fuzzy realm where there was nothing but my ass and his dick and so much pleasure that I thought I’d drown in it.

  “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” I blurted out. “Keep fucking me!”

  “Yeah, come while I’m in this ass,” Clive growled, driving home with a violent slam of his hips. “Choke my big cock while you come.”

  I threw my head back and cried out so loud it was mortifying, but I couldn’t stop. Come spurted out of my dick in thick sticky ribbons, coating my fingers and my stomach. I kept jerking it even when I drained it, sliding my hands over my come soaked dick until Clive pushed deep inside of me, stayed there, and groaned low and deep as he released.

  When he eased out of me with a soft hiss, I couldn’t look away. Not when he tapped the head against my ass one last time, and not when he removed the full condom to reveal his still hard dick. I wanted to suck it again.

  The thought was accompanied by yet another lightning strike of pure lust. My thirst for him was anything but quenched. It was shameless and undeniably present in my body, and it threw me way off. I closed my eyes and thudded my head back against the pillow as the familiar creep of awkwardness and embarrassment slid over me.