“The dude’s obviously got the hots for you. Jesus, from the way you describe him, he’s more than halfway out of the closet already. All he needs is a little push. Why don’t you do him a favor and put the make on him? Do the poor guy a favor.”
“I don’t know, Joey. I’ve known Kevin for so long that it’d feel weird, the two of us in bed together. It’d be like making out with my brother.”
“Some guys do have sex with their brothers,” Joey pointed out. “It’s supposed to run in some families, you know.”
“Not mine, to my knowledge. I do have a brother, as a matter of fact. And he’s straight.”
“Is he as good-looking as you are?”
“He looks like me.”
“What a fantasy, the two of you together in bed with me. Think he could be converted?”
“Sorry to burst your bubble, Joey, but he’s an incorrigible womanizer.”
“Which brings us back to this supposedly straight buddy of yours, Kevin. Is he a womanizer?”
“He’s had his flings. Oddly enough, he doesn’t spend too much time talking about them. He’s too busy talking about gay stuff, whenever we’re together.”
“I rest my case. He wants you, man. He’s in love with you, if only he could come out and admit it to himself. You really ought to do him a favor some time, Corey, and just seduce him.”
Corey laughed. “Please! The other problem is that, if Kevin and I ever did do it together, he’d probably expect me to perform like some goddamn porn star. Like his new idol, Pierce Taser.”
“You perform just fine, if I remember correctly.”
They had finished their meal. “How’d you like to have your memory refreshed?” Corey asked as he glanced at the check.
“I’d like that just fine. Can we go back to your place?”
“My idea, exactly.”
Corey paid the check, over Joey’s protests. The fantasy of being a rich man, who had a younger boy toy at his sexual disposal, was a harmless and a beguiling one.
In his apartment, Corey made espresso.
“I’ve got some biscotti here, if you want to continue the Italian theme. Want one?” he asked his guest.
“Sure.”
They chatted, inconsequentially, as they enjoyed their coffee and biscuits. Joey told Corey about some of the guys down at his gym with whom he was enamored. After a few minutes, though, the conversation began to flag.
“It’s still early,” Corey pointed out after glancing at his wristwatch. “Do you want to watch some TV?”
“No, thanks. I can watch TV at home. What I’d like to do—well, I wouldn’t mind doing what we did last time.”
“You mean fuck?”
“Yeah. Fuck.”
Corey smiled as he got out of his chair. “All right. Let’s go into my bedroom and fuck.” He and Joey had enjoyed each other’s bodies too much during their previous encounter for either of them to start playing hard to get now. “I’ve been thinking about this, looking forward to this, ever since we talked on the phone the other night.”
“Me, too.” They had already gone into the bedroom, and Joey was already getting undressed, shedding his clothes as though they were repugnant to him, his obvious willingness matching Corey’s own. When he was naked, Joey sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide and providing Corey with an unobstructed view of his cock and balls. “Come here, Corey. I want you, man.”
Corey stripped just as quickly, flinging his clothes across the floor in haphazard heaps. Then he crossed the room to the bed and squatted on his haunches between Joey’s legs so that his face was level with the younger man’s crotch. His hands gripped both of the personal trainer’s thighs, and he dug his fingers into the solid, hairy flesh. His hands slid slowly up the muscular thighs until his fingertips rested lightly against Joey’s hairy balls. He settled on his knees and drew himself closer to the intoxicating musk scent of Joey’s crotch, his lips pressing firmly against the top of Joey’s thighs while his hands worked themselves slowly back and forth over the young stud’s groin, his fingers now slipping in and out of the coarse thicket of pubic hair and moving down to the heavy length of flaccid cock between Joey’s legs.
Even soft, as it still was, Joey’s prick was long enough to touch the mattress in his seated position. Corey’s fingers rippled their way down its length and lifted it by the head to cup it in his palm. He squeezed the penis gently and felt a first faint throbbing response inside his fist. His mouth moved higher, kissing Joey’s thighs and leaving wet traces of saliva behind, his tongue drawing lazy circles through the silken hairs on the other man’s tensed thigh muscles.
Holding the semilimp cock up, Corey drew his mouth down on it and made a quick, gentle circle around the head with his tongue. He felt the dick throb again, beginning to swell against his lips. His head went lower into Joey’s crotch, until he had sucked every inch of the flaccid dick inside his mouth. He held it for a long moment without moving, enjoying the masculine taste of the cock against his tongue and the faint musky aroma of his partner’s nuts. His fingers slipped down to lift Joey’s balls and rub them slowly under his chin, while his tongue began to caress the cock inside his mouth with long, wet, lascivious strokes.
Joey groaned, shuddering slightly with pleasure as Corey’s mouth began to pull on his prickshaft. After several minutes of sucking, he began to respond more aggressively, shoving his cock into Corey’s mouth. Corey’s breath came faster as Joey’s dick grew harder inside his mouth, growing and extending its length and thickness until it pushed at the back of his throat and he had to ease his mouth up from the base or choke. If Corey had been impressed by Joey’s potency the first time they’d tricked, he was in awe of it this time. The other guy’s prick, in its current erect state, was like a bulky cylindrical probe jammed in his mouth, barely flexible as it jabbed blindly about inside his oral grip.
Taking a firm hold on both of Joey’s thighs, Corey began to suck him with long, sure strokes. His mouth moved with practiced precision, paying special attention to the several inches of dick just below the thick, ridged head of the penis, where he knew that Joey, like most men, was especially sensitive. But he had taken no more than a few thrilling mouthfuls of hard, hot cock when suddenly Joey’s passivity, already crumbling, broke altogether and he began to respond to the blow job with wild, almost desperate enthusiasm.
His hands clamped down on the back of Corey’s head and forced it all the way down, gagging him on the swollen piece of meat being driven into the depths of his throat. His knees pressed tightly into Corey’s ribs, all but squeezing the breath from his lungs, and he began to lunge at Corey’s face with a grinding, rolling motion of his hips and buttocks.
“Suck it, dude! Suck on that cock!” he panted, pressing harder on Corey’s head to make sure he took all of it each time his mouth descended. “Suck it, I said! Suck it!”
As though Corey needed to be told! His heart beat frantically as the stud’s strong hands forced his head down and that enormous length of steely hard prick slid roughly into his throat. There could be a passive, submissive streak in Corey at such times, and he exulted in the lewd way the other guy was fucking his face, using his throat as though it were an asshole or a cunt, just another orifice for his pleasure. Only by consciously willing himself not to retch was he able to keep from choking on the thick cockhead wedged deep in his mouth and throat. He could feel every ripple of that solid sex muscle against his tongue, each hard throb of the thick veins pulsing against his lips as it was driven in and out. The drool ran from his mouth and down onto his chest. His ears had begun to ring, and his eyes were burning hot and on the point of brimming over with tears from the emotional fever surging up within him as he sucked.
“Harder, buddy,” Joey begged. “Suck it harder! Eat that fucking cock of mine!”
Corey tried to suck his horny friend’s cock harder, the way Joey wanted him to, but with his head held so tightly between Joey’s firm hands it was all but impossible. He ha
d almost no control over what was happening now. His face was being fucked, his throat violated. All he could do was keep his mouth open to receive the plunging cock ramming into it.
Suddenly, he was pushed roughly away. He looked up at Joey’s face in surprise. “What’s the matter?” he whispered, hoarsely. “Don’t you want to come in my mouth? Don’t you want me to swallow it?”
“No yet. Turn around,” Joey ordered him. “Sit on the floor with your back against the bed.”
Corey did was he was told, uncertain of just what Joey had in mind but willing to go along with it. He could tell that Joey was so hotly aroused he was fighting for self-control, trying to give his overheated cock a few seconds in which to cool off before it exploded prematurely. Joey quickly got off the bed and took up a standing position in front of Corey, his swollen cock still gleaming wet and slippery with the juice of Corey’s mouth. Sitting on the floor between Joey and the bed, Corey bent forward in an attempt to recapture the penis with his lips, but Joey laughed and held him off.
“You want it, don’t you, stud?” he teased Corey. “You want to suck it some more, huh? You want to suck the hot cum out of it? You want to feel my scum squirting down your throat? Huh? Do you?”
“You know I do, you hung, oversexed bastard,” Corey said. “Stop prick teasing me. Give me that fucking cock! Ram it in my mouth. Let me have it. All of it. Fuck my face with it!”
“Are you going to swallow it? Are you going to take my cum?”
“You’re damn right I am. All of it.” Corey’s hands slid around to Joey’s solid ass cheeks, squeezing the mounds tightly, trying to draw him forward and drive the cock bobbing so tantalizingly in front of his face back inside his open, panting, abjectly offered mouth. “Come on, give it to me, Joey,” he pleaded. “Don’t make me beg for it. Let me suck your dick!”
Joey’s hand gripped his cock at the base and he bent forward, rubbing the slippery tip of it up and down along Corey’s cheek, pressing closer so that his hairy balls swung less than an inch from the other man’s mouth. He hesitated a moment, then put his other hand behind Corey’s head and shoved his face into his wet and hairy balls. “Suck them first,” he commanded. “Suck on my nuts first, if you want my dick so fucking bad!”
Corey let out an involuntary gasp. Then his mouth avidly seized upon the offering. His lips tightened around the big balls the moment he’d successfully pulled them inside his mouth. His tongue licked slowly over their bulk, relishing the heady taste of the crinkled skin and the fur coating it. His fingers tightened on Joey’s ass cheeks. He could feel the hardness of the younger man’s swollen prick pressing against his nose. His tongue rolled those huge testicles from cheek to cheek, swallowing them farther and farther back into his mouth until it seemed they would slip right down his throat.
“Oh, yes! Yesss!” Joey hissed in ecstasy. “That’s the way! Suck them! Oh, Jesus! Suck them! I love it when a dude works on my nuts like that. It feels so fucking good.” Inspired by the praise, Corey suckled the testicles more passionately. His mouth worked feverishly on the orbs, while Joey ground his hips from side to side with a steadily mounting fervor. “Oh God! That feels so fucking good, your mouth on my hot nuts!” he groaned. “Suck ’em! Jesus, suck ’em as hard as you can!”
He was gasping heavily for breath, punctuating those involuntary sounds of pleasure with short, vulgar bursts of obscenities. His legs were tensing, his hands on Corey’s shoulders digging harder into the flesh as his excitement grew stronger, more urgent.
“So good, so fucking good,” he crooned. Suddenly, he gasped more violently and pulled Corey’s mouth off his balls. “Now, Corey!” he cried, staring down at the blond man wide-eyed, pleadingly. “Take my cock in your mouth now, if you want my cum! I’m going to shoot! I’ve got to! Fuck! I can’t hold it back! I’m coming! Oh, Christ, yes—I’m coming, right now, and I’m coming hard!”
Corey’s mouth had pulled off Joey’s balls with a loud slurping pop. But the oral void was instantly refilled when Corey found himself recklessly going down on a solid, hot cock that was about to burst into ejaculation. Joey lunged forward, bracing himself on the edge of the mattress with both hands, driving Corey’s head so far back that for a moment Corey thought he was going to suffer whiplash. The invading cock was already self-beslimed with semen as it filled Corey’s mouth.
“Jesus!” Joey screamed. “I’m coming, I’m there. Take it, you horny cocksucker! Take it all! Take that fucking cum in your mouth and swallow it! Fuck!”
Every inch of the swollen, erupting cockshaft was buried in Corey’s mouth, emptying its hot squirts of sperm straight down his throat. Burst after burst of the creamy warm fluid poured from the cock, flooding Corey’s mouth until it dribbled from his lips and fell in long, gluey strands to his chest. And still the flow kept coming, as though it was never going to stop! Not that Corey wanted it to.
When at last the flood tide of semen did subside, though, Joey slowly withdrew his cock and Corey finally had a chance to swallow. He coughed hard on the congested wad of cum as it slid down his throat, then got shakily to his feet for a moment before he collapsed weakly on edge of the bed.
“You all right?” Joey asked him.
“Fine.”
“Maybe I was a little too rough on you.”
“Oh, don’t apologize. I liked it. That was really hot.”
“You’re telling me. God, I’m all sweaty. And out of breath. Do you mind if I have something to drink?”
“Of course not. Help yourself to anything in the fridge.” Corey heard a faint buzzing noise. “Oh, fuck. That’s my cell phone. Which is in my pants pocket, I think. Wherever my pants are.”
“On the floor.” Joey picked up the garment in question and handed it to him.
“Thanks. I’d better answer it. I’ll get rid of whoever it is.”
“I’ll give you some privacy. What do you want to drink?”
“You can bring me one of those little bottles of mineral water, in the fridge.”
“Will do.”
As Joey left the bedroom, Corey watched his retreating bare ass while he fished his phone out of his pants. He didn’t recognize the number on the display.
“Hello. This is Corey Oliver.”
“How do you do, Mr. Oliver. My name is Kaustav Thevar.”
It was a deep-pitched, mellow male voice. Despite the caller’s exotic-sounding name, he had no trace of a foreign accent. And he sounded decidedly sexy.
Yikes! Corey thought. What kind of a name is Kaustav Thevar? Finnish? Lithuanian? Corey had visions of a hulking blond Viking.
He was almost tempted to ask for clarification, but knowing that might be considered impolite, he said only, “I’m glad to meet you, Mr. Thevar.”
“I’ve been looking at your website. It’s most impressive. A very professional-looking site, easy to navigate. But of course it’s your jewelry I’m interested in.”
“Thank you. Did you see some specific item you like?”
“I’m interested in commissioning some custom work.”
“I’m sure I can create something you’ll like.”
“I hope so.”
“What, specifically, do you have in mind? Something for yourself or a gift for somebody else?”
“I suppose it could be described as a gift. What I have in mind might be somewhat unusual. I believe we have a mutual acquaintance—Mrs. Elinor Rossi?”
“Oh yes.” Although Corey had been listening attentively so far, now, at the mention of the name, he mentally snapped to attention and was ready to concentrate upon the caller’s every word. Elinor Rossi was a prominent local socialite, a bit scatterbrained, perhaps, but good-hearted. She was one of the jewelry store’s regular customers. Any acquaintance of hers promised to be no ordinary customer.
“I was at a dinner party at Mrs. Rossi’s home the other night,” Kaustav Thevar went on, “and she showed us the doll she purchased at the charity auction a few months ago. All of the guests were very impre
ssed by it, and that’s how your name came up in the course of the conversation.”
“Oh, did it?” Corey asked automatically, just to keep his end of the current conversation going.
The doll auction was an annual event, sponsored by a woman’s organization. It was a prestigious affair, and Corey had been lucky to be invited to take part in it.
The large-sized, limited-edition fashion dolls were donated by their manufacturer. One “sponsored” a doll by paying for all the material needed to create a custom-made outfit for it. The artists who designed and made the dolls’ dresses, jewelry, and accessories contributed their services. At a fund-raising party, the dolls were auctioned off, with all the proceeds going to charity. The doll Corey had worked on had been transformed, by an upcoming young fashion designer, into a glamorous 1930s movie-star type. Corey had designed and made Art Deco jewelry to go with the designer’s gown.
“I am interesting in commissioning something similar,” Thevar was saying. “Jewelry on a similar small scale, to be precise, but in a different style.”
“For a doll?”
“For what you might call a figurine. Would you be interested in undertaking such a project?”
“Oh yes, definitely.”
“Could we discuss it over lunch, this weekend?”
“Of course.”
“Would Sunday be convenient for you?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Shall we say Sunday, at noon, at my house? Let me give you my address and phone number.”
Corey wrote them down. He was impressed by the address, which he recognized as belonging to an exclusive, high-income neighborhood. He might have expected as much from a man who presumably belonged to the same social circle as Elinor Rossi.
“I’m looking forward to meeting you, Mr. Oliver.”
“So am I.”
Corey exchanged a few further pleasantries and good-byes with the exotically named Kaustav Thevar, who then hung up. Corey remained lost in thought for a moment, replaying the conversation in his mind. It was always nice when someone showed an interest in his jewelry, and the possibility of a commission for a custom-made piece was especially welcome.
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