Jewels for Vishnu (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

  “I manage to make ends meet. And I bought this car used. I do most of the work on it myself. If you’re looking for a rich boyfriend, I’m afraid I’d be a disappointment.”

  “I’m not looking for any kind of a boyfriend at the moment. I like playing the field. Just as long as you don’t turn out to be a disappointment in the sack.”

  Corey laughed. “I’ll try my best.”

  Joey placed his hand on Corey’s knee, gave it a squeeze, then slid the hand upward on Corey’s thigh and gave it another firmer squeeze, much closer to Corey’s crotch. Corey felt his cock stir and twitch in response to the pressure on his leg.

  “You seem to be off to a promising start,” Joey said. “You’re getting hard already.”

  “Go easy,” Corey pleaded. “If you get me too excited, I may lose control of the car.”

  It wasn’t far to Corey’s apartment building, but on this occasion, with a hot, obviously willing pickup seated beside him, the drive seemed endless. At last, though, he pulled into his parking space and quickly led Joey into the building and the elevator.

  “Oh, this is a nice apartment,” Joey said once they were inside it. “Can I put my bag down here?”

  “Of course. Make yourself at home.” Corey deposited his laptop on the coffee table in his living room.

  Joey, looking around, noticed Corey’s work bench, placed beside a window. “Is that where you make your jewelry?”

  “Yes.”

  “It doesn’t seem like a very big work space.”

  “I don’t need much room. And I’m lucky. I have a very accommodating boss. He lets me use the equipment and tools we have down at the store, in my free time. That’s a big help.” As he spoke, Corey kicked off his shoes and loosened his tie. “Oh yeah, that feels better.”

  “I’m going to take off my shoes, too, if you don’t mind.”

  “Go ahead. In fact, feel free to take off anything you like while I get us something to drink. I know we talked about not doing drugs, but how do you feel about booze? Does your training regimen forbid it?”

  “I’ve been known to take a nip now and then, usually when I go out.”

  “And what do you usually have when you go out?”

  “Oh, nothing fancy. Scotch and soda, on the rocks.”

  “Would you like one now?”

  “It’s a little early in the day for me, but what the hell. Thanks.”

  “I think I’ll make myself the same.” Corey went into his kitchen. “Heavy or light on the scotch?” he called out to his guest.

  “You aren’t going to have to get me drunk to have your way with me, but go ahead and make mine a nice stiff one. So to speak,” Joey replied with a boyish-sounding snigger.

  “Coming right up. The scotch and soda and the nice stiff prick.”

  Corey returned to the living room with the drinks. Joey was seated comfortably on the sofa, leaning back against the cushions with his feet, in their white athletic socks, propped up on the ottoman.

  “Cheers,” Corey said as he handed Joey his glass. They touched glasses, and Corey sat down beside Joey—close to him, but not too close, because he didn’t want to come across as the desperate, needy type who started pawing a trick the moment he had him behind closed doors.

  “Um, this is good,” Joey declared after sampling his drink. “You’re funny,” he added.

  “Am I?”

  “Yes. You’ve got a nice sense of humor. I like being here with you.”

  “I’m glad you’re here.”

  “I’m glad we met.”

  “So am I. We seem to have an awful lot to be glad about,” Corey joked. “I’d say this is going well, so far. Wouldn’t you?”

  “Yeah. I get a little embarrassed and tongue-tied, you know, trying to make small talk, the first time I’m with a guy.”

  “Sure. I understand. But you seem very self-possessed to me. Very self-confident.”

  “Well, at work I do have to schmooze my clients. During a training session.”

  “Same here. When I’m trying to talk some straight guy into picking out a good-quality diamond engagement ring, as opposed to something that looks like costume jewelry. Or worse, when I’m expected to tell some rich broad that ‘oh no, ma’am, of course that piece of oversized jewelry doesn’t look garish on you and doesn’t call attention to the fact that you’ve had multiple facelifts.’ I guess customer service is part of both of our territories.”

  Joey took another sip of his drink. “What about your private life?”

  “What about it?”

  “Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

  “Not at the moment.”

  “Why not?”

  Corey shrugged. “No particular reason, I suppose. It’s hardly by choice. But my work does keep me pretty busy. I have a few really close friends I like to hang out with. And I know a couple of guys I can call and say, ‘Hey, if you’re not doing anything tonight, would you like to come on over?’ I imagine you’d call them ‘fuck buddies.’”

  “I wouldn’t mind becoming one of them.”

  Corey smiled. “Thanks. That’s nice to hear. But you haven’t even had sex with me yet. You might be disappointed.”

  “Oh, somehow I doubt that.” Joey finished his drink and set the empty glass down on the coffee table.

  “Want another?”

  “No thanks. I’ve got a nice buzz on just from that one. Do you want to get started?”

  The directness of the question took Corey by surprise. But then he realized that he ought to be grateful, even flattered. This was a pickup, after all, not a date. He’d invited Joey to come to his place specifically for sex, and obviously he hadn’t done anything since their arrival to turn off the young stud.

  “Sure,” he said.

  Joey, who up until now had seemed quite at his ease, now visibly relaxed even more. “You got any preferences?” he asked with a sly grin.

  “Several,” Corey admitted. “For starters, how’d you like to do me a favor, one that would absolutely make my day?”

  “Sure. You name it. What?”

  “Take off your clothes and let me see that body of yours.”

  Joey grinned. “I’m willing to do a hell of a lot more than that.”

  “Glad to hear it. But I may not be able to take too much excitement all at once. Let’s start out slow.”

  “All right. You want me naked? You got me naked.”

  Corey had been impressed by his very first sight of Joey’s solidly muscled body, which its proud owner didn’t seem at all shy about showing off, even in clothes. As he stripped naked, quite unselfconsciously, in front of Corey, Joey confirmed Corey’s suspicion that he wasn’t bothered by complete nudity, either. On the contrary, Joey seemed accustomed to displaying himself.

  His body was compact and so well proportioned that his physique looked sleek and agile, like that of an athlete in prime condition. His broad shoulders and massive chest with its twin mounds of solid pectoral muscle, each crowned by a pointed brown nipple, narrowed to a waist and hips and a pair of buttocks, all with no hint of excess body fat, only to flare out again into beautifully sculpted thighs and calves. Joey was tanned all over, a deep mahogany shade, except for a brief white strip around his crotch were he’d worn what was no doubt an indecently skimpy swimsuit. Corey wasn’t surprised that he’d trimmed down or completely shaven most of his body hair, except for the dark bushy curls around his cock and balls. This was, indeed, a body to die for.

  But most attention-grabbing of all, of course, once Joey was nude, was his generous endowment of hard, thick, uncut cock, which at the moment was sticking straight up from his dark-haired groin like a sawn-off length of baseball bat attached to his torso. The guy was hung!

  Corey was as susceptible as any other gay man to the sight of a truly exceptional set of genitalia. Now, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pubic display. The testicles were like two hen’s eggs, dangling low in their furry pouch, and the long thick hose of the uncircumcise
d dick was standing far out from Joey’s groin. It stiffened even more as Corey admired it, as though it could tell it was being appraised by a connoisseur.

  “You seem to like what you see,” Joey said slyly.

  “Pardon me for staring, but I can’t help it. That’s some impressive equipment you’ve got there.”

  “Oh, don’t apologize. I’m just glad you’re not disappointed. Guys are always telling me I should get into the escort business or audition for one of the porn studios. But I could never be a whore. I enjoy giving it away too much, and I’d feel weird having sex with some dude I wasn’t really attracted to. And I know you’re going to laugh when you hear this, but I’m actually kind of shy. I mean, I don’t mind taking my clothes off like this and being photographed in the nude. But I think I’d freeze up if I had to have sex in front of a camera. I like my bed action to be one-on-one, with no observers. Just the two participants.”

  “So you’re telling me you’re just an old-fashioned boy,” Corey joked.

  “Yeah. An old-fashioned gay boy. How about you?”

  “I have a healthy respect for traditional values. As long as they don’t get in the way of my getting my rocks off.”

  “Okay, this one-sided strip show isn’t very fair. You’re going to have to undress, too.”

  “I’m afraid it’ll be anticlimactic.”

  “Don’t be modest. I can tell you’ve got a nice body.”

  “For my age.”

  “A nice body, period. Come on, let me see it.”

  Corey stripped, taking care to drape his jacket and his suit trousers across the back of a chair but flinging his other garments down unceremoniously. Joey waited until he was naked to move toward him and take him in his arms, placing his warm palms first on Corey’s shoulders, then on his back.

  “Um, nice,” Joey whispered as they stood there face-to-face, chest to chest, and cock to cock. The two male organs in question were not immobile but had risen at angles and were wavering back and forth in the narrow space between the two men’s bodies, rubbing against each other at times. “Very nice,” Joey added before he put one hand on the back of Corey’s neck and brought their mouths together in a searching, open-mouthed kiss.

  Joey, Corey was pleased to discover, was really into kissing. He concentrated his attention on Corey’s lips for some time, nuzzling Corey’s lips with his own, experimenting with various angles, and finally exploring the inside of Corey’s mouth with his mouth. Joey now had both of his hands on Corey’s head, steadying it while he kissed him, and Corey kissed him back just as fervently. Corey allowed his own hands to stray down from Joey’s shoulders and biceps to his chest. He gave the firm pectoral muscles a squeeze, then began to work his thumbs back and forth across the big, pointed nipples, flicking them from side to side. Joey, who obviously enjoying having his tits played with, moaned into Corey’s mouth as the two men’s tongues—and cocks—continued to duel.

  Suddenly, Joey let out an extra-loud gasp and pulled his mouth away from Corey’s.

  “I’m getting so excited I’m out of breath,” he admitted, keeping his cheek pressed against Corey’s.

  “Relax. Take it easy. Don’t pass out on me.”

  “How can I relax when my fucking dick is so hard? And yours is just as stiff,” Joey gloated as he reached down to grasp and stroke the stiff dick in question.

  “Oh, that feels good, your hand on my cock,” Corey breathed.

  “You’ve got a nice cock. Can I play with it?”

  “You can do anything you damn well please with it.”

  Joey, apparently taking Corey at his word, began to rub Corey’s cock with more vigor, manipulating it with both of his hands now and looking down between their bodies to observe the effect his manual exertions were having on the other man. His own neglected cock bobbed restlessly about as he worked on Corey’s. Joey eased Corey’s foreskin up and down, first covering and then exposing the thick dark purplish-red knob that crowned Corey’s shaft. Each time he tugged the foreskin up or down, the head of Corey’s penis throbbed more strongly in response to the stimulation. A drop of thick, clear liquid seeped out of the slit as Joey continued to rub the head and shaft.

  “Yeah, fucker. I like to play with your big hard dick,” Joey whispered. “Does this feel good?”

  “It sure does. Play with my balls, too, please,” Corey urged him. No sooner had the suggestion been made than one of Joey’s hands dropped lower to capture Corey’s blond-haired testicles. He began to juggle them up and down in his palm, as though he was trying to guess their weight. Corey could feel his heavy, cum-swollen nuts moving inside their sac, jostling from side to side as Joey’s fingertips caressed them. Corey glanced down, too, first watching the way Joey was manipulating his cock and balls but then focusing his attention upon Joey’s own erection. He could see the bluish veins running along the full length of Joey’s prickshaft swell out into even greater prominence as they filled with more and more blood, and the young stud’s cock became even harder, until it was so rigidly erect that it no longer bobbed from side to side but remained protruding upward from his groin at an angle.

  “You’re doing all the work,” Corey pointed out.

  “That’s all right. I’m enjoying myself.”

  “But your cock looks as though it could use some attention, too.”

  “Yeah, I’ve got one fuck of a hard-on.”

  “You’re going to let me suck it, aren’t you, Joey?”

  “If you want to.”

  “Oh, I want to. Don’t move. You just stand there, and let me get down on my knees and put my mouth on you.”

  Joey laughed softly as Corey began to make the descent. He put his hands on Corey’s head again, this time digging his fingers into his hair more forcefully as he pressed Corey’s face against his crotch. “Go for it, man,” Joey invited. “Suck my cock!”

  As he opened his mouth wide and moved it toward the waiting penis, Corey’s mind reeled with pleasure at the thought of what he was about to do. Here he was, naked, on his knees before another naked man, and one who had a hot body and a big cock—a big cock that he was about to suck.

  He closed his eyes and blindly touched his lips to the smooth, round tip of the cockhead. Pursing his lips, he eased them around the bulky glans, guiding it inside his mouth and then closing his lips firmly around the middle of the shaft. Those thick, blood-engorged veins pulsed hotly against his lips.

  “Oh, yeah,” Joey gasped as Corey began to make love to his penis with his mouth. “Suck it, buddy! Suck that dick!”

  Fuck my face with it! Corey wanted to tell the other man. Fuck my face with your cock! Make me choke on it! But he was hardly in a position to utter coherent speech. Instead, he grunted with savage satisfaction and sucked harder, hoping that his actions would convey the message more eloquently than any words. He was taking all of Joey’s shaft inside his mouth on each downstroke now. Oh yeah! Big hard Italian dick in my mouth, filling my mouth, fucking my throat! Oh yeah! Big fucking stud dick! He groaned in ecstasy as Joey, still holding his head between his hands, no longer stood there passively and allowed himself to be serviced by Corey’s mouth but began to take a much more active role in the act. Joey humped his pelvis back and forth, driving his cock in and out of the smooth, wet, firmly gripping oval formed by Corey’s distended lips. Joey was indeed fucking his cocksucker’s face, in just the forceful, demanding way Corey wanted him to. It was though the guy could read Corey’s mind!

  “Oh, dude,” Joey panted. “You are one hell of a hot cocksucker! Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop! Go on sucking my dick. Oh God, it feels so good! But don’t you worry, man. I’m not a selfish prick. I’m going to suck yours, too. I’m going to suck your cock for you, and I’m going to suck it good. And then, if you want to, you can shove it up my ass. You can fuck my ass for me, if you want to.”

  If I want to! Corey’s brain screamed. Are you kidding me? Of course I want to! Who the hell wouldn’t want a chance to take a crack at your bu
tch ass? Oh fuck—I’d better not even think about it, right now, or I’ll get too damn excited. So damn excited I’m likely to come right now, too soon!

  He went on sucking, fervently. Intense though this pleasure was, it couldn’t be sustained indefinitely. Corey didn’t want to ejaculate too soon. Nor did he want to risk coaxing an immediate orgasm out of the cock in his mouth.

  With the greatest reluctance, he pushed his head back and allowed Joey’s hefty tool to slip free from his lips.

  “Let’s take this into the bedroom, Joey.”

  “You aren’t going to get any argument from me. Lead the way.”

  Like most guys who lived alone, Corey didn’t bother to make the bed when he got up in the morning. The bedclothes were still in the disarray he’d left them in when he’d gone to work. No apology, however, seemed to be necessary. Joey planted the flat of his hand onto Corey’s chest and pushed him down on the mussed bed, onto his back.

  “My turn,” was all that Joey said before he moved in between Corey’s legs and began to demonstrate his own oral kill.

  He was a good cocksucker. Corey lay there and allowed himself to be blown, reveling in the sensations that racked his body every time the other guy’s mouth pumped up and down on his prick. Joey licked his balls, too, ultimately coaxing the testicles inside his mouth. After lavishing careful attention upon them, he let them go and returned to attack Corey’s erection with renewed energy.

  Thoroughly aroused, Corey mutely guided Joey into a sixty-nine position, with Corey on top. They fed playfully upon each other’s dicks.

  Corey made a meal of it, digging his tongue-tip into the musky-scented flap of Joey’s foreskin and then swirling the flat of his tongue around the head of the penis in the classic “ice-cream cone licking” gesture. Joey grunted in response to the mouth play, and began to push his erection down Corey’s throat. The masculine aroma of the young stud’s groin filled Corey’s nostrils, and he sucked harder, intoxicated by the taste of that thick Italian-American dick. It was a meaty salami, which challenged even Corey’s considerable oral skill. All the while, he was fucking Joey’s handsome face every bit as forcefully, and he had to admit that Joey took it all without hesitation and without apparent difficulty.