by K. C. Wells
Kel shuddered, shoving his hand into his mouth, mesmerized by the sight of Luc’s bobbing head, the feel of his fingertips stroking Kel’s inner thighs, the tightness and heat around his shaft. “Luc,” he whispered urgently, his balls tingling.
Luc broke off from his task long enough to whisper, “Come. Shoot in my mouth.”
The combination of location and Luc’s demand was enough to have him coming within seconds, his body shaking as Luc took every drop, rubbing Kel’s belly and chest with one hand as he cleaned Kel’s cock with his tongue. When he was done, Luc straightened and pulled Kel into his arms. “See how good you taste,” he said, before kissing Kel deeply, his tongue plundering Kel’s mouth.
Kel clung to him, still trembling from his orgasm, aware of the slightly salty taste of his own spunk on Luc’s lips. When they parted, Luc sighed happily. “Delicious. Only one thing could beat it.”
“And what would that be?”
Luc leaned in and whispered, “Eating my cum as you push it out of your hole. But that’s for another day.” Then he released Kel and climbed the steps, shaking off drops of water as he did so.
Kel stared at him, stunned into silence. Guys… do that? Then the implications hit home. He wants to fuck me bare. Wait—scrap that. He intends to fuck me bare.
At war within him were the thought that this was perverted, and his imagination. Feeling his cock throb inside me, knowing he’s filling me with his cum.
God help him, Kel wanted that. He wasn’t sure he was ready for it right that minute, but at some point in the future? Oh yeah.
He dropped back into the present, to find Luc standing at the pool’s edge, rubbing himself down with a towel. “Now that got you thinking, didn’t it?” His gaze flickered down to Kel’s groin, where his dick was already half-hard. “No need to ask if you like the idea,” he said with a smirk. “We’ll talk about it soon.” Luc walked into the house, his bare, firm ass jiggling slightly.
Kel stood in the pool, wondering if there would ever come a time when Luc would say something that didn’t take his breath away.
Luc placed the dishes in the dishwasher, closed the door and started the program. Kel had been quiet through dinner, not that Luc blamed him. He’d given the boy plenty to think about. Once they’d had the talk about regular testing and Kel shared the results of his last physical, Luc intended to ditch the condoms. Kel was his boy, and the idea of shooting his load into that tight ass, using Kel’s cum as lube, and feeling Kel’s body wrapped around his bare cock, was heady as fuck.
“Can I ask you something?” Kel’s chin rested on his clasped hands, his elbows on the table.
Luc leaned against the cabinet. “You know you can ask me anything.” He’d expected the questions sooner.
“That…stuff you were watching…”
Luc’s lips twitched. “Porn, remember? It’s called porn.”
Kel rolled his eyes. “Okay. That porn you were watching… the young guy I heard called him Daddy. Have anyone ever called you Daddy?”
Okay, that stopped him in his tracks. “Wow. That’s to the point.”
Kel leaned back. “You said open and honest, full disclosure. So I thought it would be okay to ask.”
Luc joined him at the table. “Okay then. Yes. A lot of the younger guys I hooked up with called me Daddy.”
Kel frowned. “They were just hookups? You haven’t had a guy of your own? A boyfriend? Partner?”
Luc sighed heavily. “Think about what you’re saying. Could you really see me having a boyfriend, living here? If your dad didn’t explode, the neighbors sure would have.” Inwardly he was realized that Kel had moved away from Daddies. Luc didn’t want to go down that road just yet. Kel wasn’t ready, he wouldn’t understand, and besides, it was too soon after losing his own dad.
“So what do you think the neighbors are saying now, seeing as I’m here?”
Luc shrugged. “To be honest? Maybe I’m getting too old to care what people think anymore.” His eyes twinkled. “Maybe I’m more willing to say ‘fuck ’em’ these days. But if one of them said a word to you about it, I don’t think I’d be able to hold back.”
“And that’s another thing. Why did you choose to live here? I mean, didn’t you research the area before you picked out this house?”
“I didn’t buy this house. My grandmother did. Her heart was in the right place. I’d finished college and had a major bust-up with my parents. After that, there was no way I could live there. My plan was to get a job out of state and move, but she didn’t want that. So, instead of making me wait until she died for my inheritance, she bought me this house. I was closer to her than I was to my parents, even though she never fully accepted me being gay.”
“That’s why you had the bust-up? You told them you were gay?”
Luc nodded. “So there I was, twenty-four, just getting started in a career in software design, and with my own home.” He snickered. “Living next door to a preacher and his family. Grandma had a perverse sense of humor.”
“But why did you stay? You could have sold up and moved, right?”
Luc clasped his hands. “Wait until you’ve put time and money and effort into a house, and you’ve got it just the way you want it. When Grandma died, I could’ve sold up, but I didn’t want to give up this place.” He gazed around him fondly. “And I learned to adapt to my situation.”
“What do you mean?” Kel tilted his head to one side. “You went someplace else to meet guys, didn’t you?”
Another nod. “I go—went—to Raleigh. It’s not that far, and there are a couple of gay bars that suited me just fine.” He sighed. “I haven’t been there in quite a while.”
“I’ve never been to a gay bar.” Kel’s tone was wistful.
That did it. “Then we should go visit one,” Luc said decisively.
Kel stilled. “Why? I mean, we don’t have to. I’m sure I can get along without seeing the inside of a gay bar.”
Luc thought otherwise. “You’re a gay man, living in a vacuum. You need to see life. And I’d rather you did it with me, then go alone.”
“Were you alone, the first time you went to a gay bar?” Kel’s chin was back on his hands as he focused his attention on Luc.
“Yeah. It took me months to get up enough nerve to walk through the door, and yeah, it was kinda scary. But there was more to it than going for a drink in a bar.” Luc recalled the emotions that had been prevalent. “It was like a public acknowledgment. Me walking in there was an admittance that I was gay, and I belonged there.”
Kel regarded him thoughtfully for a moment. “You’re right. I need to go.” His eyes widened. “Do we have any plans for tonight? It is a Saturday, after all.”
Luc laughed. “Well, I was going to wash my hair.” He reached up and stroked his bald head. “Wait a minute. I have no hair. Oh well, in that case, why not?”
“Really?” Kel launched himself out of his chair and out of the kitchen.
“What’s so urgent?” Luc called after him.
“I have no idea what to wear!” he hollered back as he thundered up the stairs.
Luc sighed. I’d better get up there. Kel was going to need some advice.
Chapter Nineteen
It wasn’t until they got through the door of Flex that Luc remembered. Oh Lord. Saturday means bears and leather. One look at Kel’s expression, however, was enough to have him decide to stay awhile.
“What do you want to drink?” he asked as they approached the bar. When Kel didn’t respond, Luc shot him a glance. He was staring at a couple of guys who were standing at the bar, talking and drinking. Luc grinned. “Kel? If you could tear your gaze away from the leather daddies long enough to tell me what you want to drink, I’d appreciate it.”
“Huh?” Kel jerked his head in Luc’s direction. Even in the dim lighting, Luc could make out the flush that rose up Kel’s neck. “Oh. Beer, please.” He went back to gazing at his surroundings, but his attention was obviously drawn by the two guys
.
Luc chuckled. “Would you like to meet them?”
Kel’s head snapped back, and he stared at Luc with wide eyes. “You know them?”
Luc laughed. “You have to understand something. This place is like my second home. Bringing you here is the closest I come to introducing you to family.” And speaking of family, Roy and Terry were studying Kel with interest. Luc put his hand to Kel’s back and guided him over to where the men stood. “I want you to meet some friends of mine. This is Terry, and his husband Roy.”
Roy gave Kel a polite nod, and Terry slapped Luc on the back. “And where have you been, stranger? We were about to put an ad in the paper, offering a reward for any news of ya.” He peered at Kel. “And who is this?”
“This is Kel.” Luc put his arm around Kel’s waist.
Terry arched his eyebrows. “And who—or what—exactly is Kel?” His eyes gleamed.
Kel was looking at him too, as if he was waiting to hear Luc’s response.
Luc sighed. “It’s… complicated.” He longed to tell them what his heart already knew, that Kel was his boy, but Kel wouldn’t understand the full implications of that seemingly simple word. “Let’s just say, we’re still trying to figure things out.”
For a moment, a faint frown creased Kel’s brow. He stared at Luc, his lips parted. Then Luc’s heart stuttered when Kel reached up hesitantly, cupped Luc’s nape, and pulled him down into a slow, chaste kiss. When Kel released him, Luc was speechless.
“Well, you dark horse.” Roy’s face erupted into a huge smile. “No wonder we haven’t seen you.”
Terry chuckled. “Looks like Kel is working things out faster than you are.”
Kel nudged him. “Hey. They’re talking to you.” He was smirking.
Luc gave himself a mental shake. “Sorry, guys, but that was kind of a big deal.” He stroked Kel’s cheek. “Another cherry popped,” he said quietly. “I am so fucking proud of you.”
Kel looked him in the eye. “Well, it was like you said. A public acknowledgment. So I figured my first public kiss was kinda appropriate.”
“Well, seeing as we seem to be celebrating, we’re buying the drinks,” Roy said, still smiling broadly. He squeezed Kel’s shoulder. “Good to meet you, Kel.”
“Likewise.” Kel had relaxed a little. He leaned into Luc. “Coming here was a good idea.”
Luc kissed him, keeping it chaste. “Agreed.”
He couldn’t wait to see what the evening brought.
The bar was packed with both men and women, and there were plenty of gay guys on the dance floor, but Kel couldn’t keep his eyes off Roy and Terry. It wasn’t that they were particularly fascinating—there were lots of guys in leather, of all shapes and sizes.
What drew his attention, however, was the young man sandwiched between the couple, receiving kisses from both men, both pairs of hands on his ass. That had Kel’s mind reeling in confusion.
Then there was the young guy in the corner, the one with a collar and leash. Kel was positive his hands were tied behind his back, and yet he appeared calm.
“Tell me you can dance.”
Kel jerked his gaze away from the scenes before him and focused on Luc. He snickered. “I haven’t been living under a rock, despite how things look.”
Luc gave him a knowing glance. “Okay,” he said carefully. He pointed to the dance floor, where a couple of guys were slow dancing, their arms around each other. “Have you ever danced like that?”
Only in my dreams.
“No,” he said simply. To his surprise, Luc extended his hand.
“Come on then. Dance with me.”
Kel stared at his outstretched hand, his heartbeat speeding up a little, his breathing quickening. Apparently this was a night for dreams coming true. Before he could change his mind, he took it, and Luc led him onto the small dance floor. He faced Kel, his arms around Kel’s waist, and Kel looped his arms about Luc’s neck.
They moved leisurely, Kel’s gaze locked on Luc’s, their bodies close. No one gave them a second look, and he breathed a little easier. Luc nodded approvingly.
“Relax and enjoy it.”
Kel wanted to do more than enjoy it. He wanted to remember this for the rest of his life, the two of them moving sensually together, in an intimate moment. Luc’s breath stirred his hair, and Kel shifted a little closer, aware of Luc’s body heat radiating off him, through the thin shirt that covered his broad chest. He moved his hands to stroke Luc’s biceps, loving the feel of muscle beneath his fingertips.
Luc’s lips brushed against his earlobe. “You feel damn good in my arms.”
Right then, Kel wished they were back home, beneath Luc’s comforter, moving in the same sinuous manner, with Luc between his thighs, deep in his ass, making love like they had all the time in the world. The image brought a low moan to his lips, and he had to stifle it.
Then the music changed abruptly, and the spell was broken. The sensual rhythm was replaced by a pounding bass line, thrumming through the floor and up through the soles of Kel’s boots.
Luc rolled his eyes. “This kind of music is not conducive to dancing.” He grinned. “It’s reserved for another kind of exercise entirely.”
And suddenly Kel knew exactly what he meant. The rhythmic pounding was almost primeval, bringing with it thoughts of one thing.
Luc leaned in close.” You feel it, don’t you?” He slid his hand lower to squeeze Kel’s ass. “Unfortunately, this is not the kind of bar where they would approve of guys fucking on the dance floor—or anywhere else, for that matter.” Kel’s breathing caught, and Luc chuckled. “And before you ask, yes, there are places like that, and no, I’m not taking you to one of them.” He kissed Kel’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine. “Not when I can take you home, and have you all to myself.” Luc sucked on the skin there, and Kel had to fight hard not to adjust his thickening cock. “And by the way? When we get home, I am going to have you.”
Kel’s desire was spiraling higher and higher. “Then let’s go home. Please?”
Luc’s eyes darkened. “Okay.” He took Kel by the upper arm and guided him through the throng, heading for the door. Several people waved at him as they passed by, and he waved back. As they exited the bar and approached Luc’s car, Kel smiled.
“You were right.”
Luc snickered. “I usually am. What was I right about this time?”
“I needed to see what a gay bar was like—and they are like your family.” What he liked most was the way people spoke to Luc with obvious respect, confirming what Kel already knew: Luc was a good man.
And after seeing a bar full of guys where at least half were Luc’s age, Kel knew something else. Luc was the sexiest man there. Or am I just the teeniest bit biased?
They got into the car, and Luc soon had them heading for the I-40 West. Kel tried not to torment himself with delicious thoughts of what Luc was going to do to him when they got home, and as a result, his mind went off in a totally different direction.
When Luc gave a loud cough, Kel realized he’d missed something. “Sorry. I must’ve zoned out.”
“I asked what you thought of the bar. You obviously found a lot to think about. Care to share any of it?”
Lord, where to begin? Then he knew what lay uppermost in his mind.
“Roy and Terry. You said they’re married. But… they were fooling around with another guy. How can they do that if they’re married?”
Luc said nothing for a moment. Then he sighed. “You’ve been raised to believe there’s only one right way to have a relationship, and that’s between two people. Correct?”
Kel nodded, then realized Luc wasn’t looking at him, but at the road ahead. “Yes.”
“Well, in the LGBT community, open relationships are very common, a helluva more common than in the straight world.”
“Why is that?” Kel didn’t get it. To his mind, if you were happy with someone, you didn’t need anyone else.
“Let’s face it. If you’
re gay or bi, you’re already a deviant in some people’s eyes. So doing something else that they feel is inappropriate is hardly gonna rock the boat, is it? As far as they’re concerned, we’re already going to hell, so why should we give a fuck what they think?” He snickered, but then cleared his throat. “But seriously, as for why some people choose to be polyamorous… Maybe they need someone else in their lives to scratch the itches their partners can’t reach. One person’s kinks are not another’s, right?” He fired a glance at Kel. “You saw a few kinks tonight, didn’t you?”
Oh, he sure did. And some of them were… intriguing.
“And there’s nothing that says having another partner takes something away from an established relationship. It might actually add to it.”
“Have you ever been in an open relationship?” Luc shook his head, and Kel frowned. “But from the way you were speaking, it sounded like you… approved of them.”
Another sigh fell from Luc’s lips. “Open relationships are no better or worse than monogamous ones. Personally, I think that some people are naturally monogamous, while others are polyamorous. I know people who are poly and blissfully happy, and others who are miserable. Same with monogamous couples. And the only way to stay happy is by insisting on good communication.”
“Even if one guy ‘communicates’ that he’s not happy in their relationship?”
“If that’s the case, then he should leave, and find someone who does make him happy. Life is too fucking short.” There was a pause. “And which side of the fence do you come down on?”
Kel knew the answer to that one. “Monogamy.” If pressed, he’d have said he was monogamous to his core.
Luc reached across and patted his knee. “Which is absolutely fine. And while we’re on the subject…. Porn. There is nothing wrong with watching multiple partners. I think it’s hot. And sometimes it’s the best way. Reality can be very different.”
Kel tilted his head to one side. “Did you take me there so I’d see all this?”
