You May Have Met Him

by Sebastian Carter

  Time to do or die. “Strip and I’ll show you exactly what I’m thinking about.”

  “Thought you’d never ask.” Eric pressed a quick, hard kiss to Cole’s lips and scrambled off his lap.

  Cole sat back and watched his lover quickly disrobe. Clothes flew in abandon as Eric yanked his shirt off over his head and shimmied out of his jeans. With every inch of skin that appeared, more blood rushed to Cole’s prick, engorging him to the point of pain.

  His tanned skin gleamed in the low light. Hands propped on his slim hips, Eric turned to face Cole. “This what you had in mind?”

  Cole swallowed and nodded, his gaze riveted on the naked expanse of Eric’s skin. The long, ruddy prick he’d seen before, but the rest… Damn.

  Earlier, when he’d taken Eric in his mouth, it had been dark and he hadn’t been able to see much. Now though… Now he wanted to make up for that slight. He wanted to touch and taste every inch of Eric’s lithe body. Learn all the things that made him whimper and cry out.

  He held his hand out to Eric. “Come here.” Eric stepped forward and twined their fingers together. Cole pulled him closer, until Eric stood in the V of his open thighs. With his free hand, Cole ran an errant fingertip down the shallow indentation between Eric’s abs and watched as the muscles tightened and flexed in response to his touch.

  He looked up, his gaze roaming over the expanse of Eric’s leanly muscled chest, and met Eric’s eyes. “You’re beautiful.”

  Eric’s eyes shifted away and he blushed. “No, I’m not. Men aren’t beautiful.”

  Cole thought how adorable it was that Eric could be so unconcerned with his nudity but be embarrassed by a simple compliment. He made a mental note to bestow them often and reached up to tweak the barbell piercing one of his plump pink nipples. “You are.”

  Eric made a pitiful little noise, half whimper and gasp, in the back of his throat and his hips jettisoned forward, riding air.

  A bedeviled smile on his face, Cole advanced.

  Chapter Six

  Cole’s hands moved to either side of Eric’s hips and tightened. He spread his fingers and squeezed, holding Eric still. With his tongue, he flicked at Eric’s innie bellybutton and moaned as the taste of clean, salty skin burst over his palate. Working his way up, Cole took his time licking and kissing every inch of smooth, tanned skin between Eric’s navel and his pecs. He sucked and nibbled on one tender nipple, tugging on the barbell with his teeth, before moving to the other and lavishing the same attention on it. He switched back and forth, loving the way the tiny buds puckered under his tongue, until Eric’s desperate pleas for more became too much for him to resist.

  Letting go of Eric, Cole grabbed the hem of his own shirt and tugged it over his head. Eric dropped to his knees and began to work at the button of Cole’s jeans. He popped the round metal disc through the hole and tore down the zipper. Anxious to be naked and feel Eric’s skin against his own, Cole leaned back on his elbows and elevated his hips, easing the way for Eric to pull his jeans the rest of the way off.

  He stared down, inflamed by lust at the sight of Eric kneeling at his feet, so similar to the fantasy he’d had earlier in the day. Eric grinned up at him and licked his lips, almost as if he knew what Cole was thinking. Eyelids at half mast, Cole watched as Eric’s tongue extended and swiped a warm, wet trail over his balls. He sucked and lapped at Cole’s sac, never taking more than the loose skin into his mouth. Breath whooshed from Cole’s lungs, the feel of Eric’s tongue too good for words.

  He gaped down at Eric, fixated on the full pink lips as they moved upward and stretched wide around the flared head of his cock. Hot, wet heat engulfed him, swallowing half his shaft in one fell swoop, and his hips involuntarily bucked upward. Eric’s cheeks hollowed and the suction intensified. Eric began to bob up and down, his mouth gliding over Cole’s cock, taking him deeper with every pass. The nerve-rich tip of Cole’s dick hit the soft wall at the back of Eric’s throat. He held still, so damn still, not wanting to push and take the chance of hurting Eric, but goddamn it felt good. Their gazes connected, and at that moment, the muscles at the back of Eric’s throat began to flutter and gave way, allowing the tip of his cock to pop through. Eric groaned around Cole’s cock, making his mouth vibrate, and then his throat compressed around Cole’s knob, sucking him into a vise of hot, almost impossibly tight pleasure.

  Cole’s balls drew up and hugged the base of his dick. His body screamed for him to thrust, to give in to the pleasure and spill himself down Eric’s throat. His heart, his damn contrary heart, screamed no. The orgasm would be spectacular, no doubt about that, but when he came, he wanted Eric to be right there with him. A one-sided climax wasn’t enough.

  With a touch of reluctance, Cole fisted his hands in Eric’s hair. “Eric…” Eric backed off of Cole’s cock a couple of inches and used the tip of his tongue to fuck the slit of Cole’s cock. A moan forced its way out of his mouth, undermining what he was trying to say. “Stop, baby, that’s enough.”

  Eric gave Cole’s cock one last, good, hard suck and released him. He leaned back on his heels, his pretty, pink dick bobbing up against his washboard stomach. “Party pooper. I was enjoying that.”

  Cole grinned at the fake pout Eric sported. “Yeah well, so was I. A bit too much, if we’re going to do what I think we are.” Please, let Eric want the same thing I do.

  “Oh yeah?” Eric teased as he crawled up into Cole’s lap and straddled his hips. “And what would that be?” He wiggled his ass over Cole’s groin and shuffled around until Cole’s cock slid back and glided between his ass cheeks.

  Cole grunted and fought his body’s natural inclination to thrust. “You keep doing that and this will be over before we even get started.”

  Eric chuckled and wrapped his arms around Cole’s neck. He brushed his lips over Cole’s and kissed him.

  With Eric clinging to him, their bodies pressed close, Cole found himself unable to think. His body took over and demanded satisfaction. The insistent throb and ache in his balls swept away all his insecurities and allowed him to float on pure sensation. He was carried away by the power of Eric’s kiss, the tender hands petting his chest and sides, the small whimpers spilling from Eric as he rocked to and fro. Over it all, the heady scent of lust and testosterone rose in steady increments, skyrocketing right along with the desire to take that last final step and make love.

  Cole slid his hand between his and Eric’s bodies and took hold of Eric’s cock. He pumped up and down, thumbed the weeping tip. They were both ready and impatient for more.

  Blindly, with one hand stroking Eric’s cock, he reached over the arm of the love seat and into the drawer of the end table. He divided his attention between kissing Eric and searching for the bottle of lube he knew was somewhere in the drawer. After he fumbled through pamphlets, magazines and more odds and ends than he remembered being in there, his hand finally landed on the dented plastic bottle he sought.

  Eric chose that moment to back out of their kiss. He looked up with huge, slightly foggy blue eyes and noticed the bottle in Cole’s hand. “Thank God. We’ll need that. It’s been a while for me.”

  “Yeah, about that. Um, I haven’t exactly done this before. So you might need to guide me through things. I don’t want to screw up and do something that might hurt you by accident.”

  Eric smiled softly and cupped his cheek. “You won’t. I’ll walk you through all the steps later on. For now, hand me that lube and I’ll get myself ready for you. I’m too revved up to wait. I’ll lube up while you squeeze that huge cock of yours into a rubber.”

  Cole butted his head back into the cushion. “Shit, I don’t have any. I’m sorry, I didn’t plan this far ahead.”

  “Good thing one of us was more optimistic for tonight’s outcome. I have one in the pocket of my jeans. Hold onto my hips and I’ll get it. I don’t want to get up.”

  Cole was about to ask what he meant when Eric’s thighs tightened around the outside of his and he twisted backwar
d. Cole’s hands flew down to Eric’s hips, holding on, while Eric reached over his head and grabbed his jeans up off the floor. The image of Eric splayed back, his body displayed like a wanton banquet, burned into Cole’s retinas.

  All too soon, Eric propelled himself upright and began to rifle through his pants pockets. He came up with a small, square foil packet and held it out to Cole with a triumphant smile. “Got it.”

  Cole accepted the condom and tore it open. He positioned it over the wide flare of his cock and only then noticed how bad his hands were trembling. Heat suffused his cheeks.

  Eric covered Cole’s hand with his own. “Here, let me.” Nimble fingers took up where Cole left off and quickly finished unrolling the condom down Cole’s hard shaft.

  Eric picked up the bottle of lube lying next to Cole’s thigh and squeezed out a giant dollop of slick liquid. He rested his head on Cole’s shoulder and reached around behind himself.

  Whatever he was doing caused Eric to stiffen up and moan. Cole could well imagine those slender fingers working lube into his hole but he had to see it for himself. He craned his neck and glanced down over Eric’s back. What he saw caused his cock to jerk, the already hard length stretching impossibly longer. He goggled at the sight of Eric preparing his own ass. Slim, graceful fingers, first one and then a second, plunged in and out of Eric’s ass. The tiny opening was flushed a dark, angry shade of pink as it was forced to stretch beyond its natural size to accommodate Eric’s manipulations.

  Eric eased his fingers out and grabbed for the lube. He spread more slick liquid over his crease and added a third finger. He shoved them deep and hissed, “Almost ready.”

  Cole had had enough of being a spectator. Watching was fun, but he wanted to touch and play too. He kept one hand on Eric’s back and with the other palmed Eric’s balls, rolling the heavy sac in his hand. The tips of his fingers reached back to rub over the sensitive skin behind, and he could feel Eric’s hand at work. A strong flame of lust incited him to grip Eric’s wrist. Together, they set the speed of Eric’s fingers until Cole was well past the point of turned on and couldn’t wait another minute to be inside Eric.

  His hold tightened around Eric’s wrist. “Enough. I can’t wait any more, Eric. I need you. Please.” Cole didn’t like the way his voice sounded, all pleading and desperate, but it was too late to call it back now.

  Eric sat up and braced one hand on Cole’s shoulders. He leaned in for a kiss, while his other hand traveled down to grip the base of Cole’s cock. Angling Cole’s penis into position, Eric began to lower himself down.

  Tight, hot heat kissed the tip of Cole’s dick. He felt snug pressure shoving down on him. He was just about to tell Eric to stop, that he feared Eric was too small to take him, when he felt the restricting ring of muscle give way. Eric’s body flowered open and the crown of Cole’s dick popped through. Cole gasped and Eric cried out as the snug ring of muscle snapped closed around the blunt head. Eric began to push down, taking more of Cole’s shaft inside him, one excruciating inch at a time.

  Cole gritted his teeth and held his body rigid, afraid that if he moved, he would force too much of himself inside Eric and hurt him. It took all his willpower to stay still. The muscles of Eric’s channel rippled and caressed every inch of cock fed into it. It felt like he was being devoured by the hottest mouth on earth.

  Finally, after what seemed like hours, but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, Eric’s buttocks rested firmly on Cole’s thighs. He was in, buried all the way inside Eric’s body. Cole could hardly believe it.

  “Oh God, Cole. So good… You’re so deep inside me… You feel so damn good.”

  Beyond the point of being able to speak, Cole grunted and enfolded Eric into his arms. His hands immediately sought out the firm mounds of Eric’s ass and squeezed. He smashed his lips down over Eric’s and thrust his tongue into Eric’s mouth, swallowing down the smaller man’s moans as their tongues slip-slided against one another.

  Eric’s hips began to swivel, rocking slow, but moving all the same. Cole took that to mean he was free to move and pushed up with his hips. He thrust into Eric with small and concise movements. The wet drag and pressure of Eric’s channel pushing against him on the outstroke and then blossoming open to allow him right back inside on the upstroke was almost too much for him to take.

  Eric’s neck arched, pulling his mouth away from Cole’s. His head fell back and his eyes closed, a string of whimpers and obscenities falling from his mouth. “Fuck me, Cole. Harder. Please.”

  Hearing his lover’s strangled cries, Cole plunged upward. He put everything he had into each hard-driving thrust and hoped like hell it was enough to send Eric over the edge. The sound of ragged breathing and the soft thump of damp flesh thudding together filled the air. Cole was seconds away from coming. The telltale tingle of impending orgasm started in his balls and plumped his cock beyond endurance.

  Whimpering, Eric sped up the pace, riding Cole fast and hard. “Fuck, Cole, I’m gonna…” His ass clamped down on Cole’s dick, released, and clamped down again. Come spewed from his dick and splashed against Cole’s abdomen.

  It was too much for Cole. The tension building deep down in his balls reached a crescendo and exploded. The skin of his shaft tightened, almost to the point of pain, before his balls clenched and released, the first spurts of his climax jetting into the condom.

  “Eric…” He threw his head back and howled, no longer able to control himself as his climax ripped through his body and drained him.

  Eric fell forward, his weight a blessing against Cole’s damp chest. He pressed his lips to Cole’s cheek and snuggled closer. “I’m so glad I was on the beach this morning.”

  The wealth of meaning behind his words rang out loud and clear. It was too soon to make declarations of love, for either of them, but Eric’s words told him he was cared for all the same. “Me too. I didn’t even know what it was I wanted until I tripped right over it.”

  Eric laughed. “Well, thank God you’re a klutz.”

  Cole grinned and rubbed his cheek into the curve of Eric’s neck. “Yeah, thank Heaven for that.”

  Happenstance may have led him to Eric, but perseverance and time would cement the bonds between them. In Eric, Cole found all he’d been missing and more. He wasn’t sure where the road of life would lead, but he was confident that no matter what tribulations awaited them, they would face them together.

  Hot Pursuit

  Amelia Clarke

  Chris

  Finally, the day I’d been waiting for since I’d been a little kid. The very first thing I’d ever wanted to be was a police officer, and somehow, against the odds, I’d actually managed to make that dream come true. I stood in my tiny studio apartment and looked at myself in the long rectangular mirror that hung on the back of the bathroom door. There I stood in my crisp navy blue uniform, and my brand new gold badge pinned to my chest. It felt imaginary. It felt anything but real. I wouldn’t have been surprised if someone pinched me and I woke to find myself still lying in bed, dreams of being a cop quickly disappearing as my mind returned from the fog of sleep. But it wasn’t a flittering dream, this was really happening and I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face no matter how hard I tried.

  Today was going to be my first day on the job as a true police officer. I had finally passed all of my training and had been given my badge and a car. My own car! Life really was feeling like a fantasy and nothing was going to ruin it. I was welcoming every awesome and exhilarating feeling that washed over me and as I grabbed my lunch and headed out the door I knew that nothing could go wrong. I finally had everything I wanted and there wasn’t anything on this earth that could bring me down. That was until I ran into him – Matt Williams.

  Matt, a kid I’d known in high school. He was charming, clever, smart, and above all else, devastatingly good looking. All of the girls loved him but he never paid them any attention. When asked why he didn’t pick one for a girlfriend he would claim that he was b
usy focusing on other things. What that other focus was, who knows. School came easy for him so he wasn’t putting in much effort there. He was a mystery to most, if not all of us, but there was also something endearing about him. Something that drew you in and made you want to know more. At least that was the Matt I had known back then. The new Matt was something else – a real pain in the ass.

  I’d only been driving my new police cruiser and my route for a few hours. It wasn’t my first call, thankfully those all ended up being simple. Just an elderly woman that thought one of her neighbors was being a peeping Tom, and a store that had a broken window from a gunshot. Like I said, fairly simple. Matt was my third call and he was anything but easy to deal with.

  It was a local clothing store, nothing high end, just a general store that any regular family would shop at. The clothes are fashionable but still affordable. I have no idea why he decided to hit up this store or why it had to be in my jurisdiction but he did, and it was. I received the call at 2:00 P.M. just as I was about to make another loop through town. I turned on my lights and drove with the siren off. Based off of the call it didn’t seem like any true emergency that needed the siren in addition to the lights. I pulled up to the front of the store, parked in the lane at the curb and headed inside.

  There were three customer entrances to the store and it would figure that I hadn’t selected the correct one. I had to stop at customer service and have them direct me to where the stores paid security was holding Matt. Obviously I didn’t know the offender would turn out to be my old high school friend, but I recognized him the second I saw him. I rounded the corner and there he was; the once attractive boy was now a devilishly handsome man. So much so that just the sight of him had my breathe catching in my chest. I stopped in my tracks and just looked at him for a solid five seconds before realizing I had to keep moving.