Boy Fun, Four Book Bundle

by Alex Jordaine

‘No!’ Sug ejaculated adamantly.

  ‘But, Sug …’ I tried to reason with him.

  ‘No, Huston. This is not up for discussion. The answer is no.’ He made me feel like an unruly child being scolded by its parent.

  ‘Why not?’ I asked casually spreading some whip cream and maple syrup on some waffles.

  ‘Because I am not going to stand by and watch my boyfriend, my boyfriend! fuck another guy.’

  ‘But it wouldn’t just be me with another guy. It would be you too,’ I said.

  ‘Oh, well that makes all the difference,’ Sug responded sarcastically.

  ‘I’ve been doing research on three-ways and from everything I’ve read people have said that adding a third person or even more …’

  ‘More! For Christ’s sake, Huston why don’t we just turn the house into a brothel and have orgies every night?’

  ‘Or even more,’ I continued as though he hadn’t spoken, ‘has saved their marriages.’

  ‘We are not teenagers anymore. We are respectable professionals in our 30s. People like us don’t do this,’ he said, voice rising almost to a shrieking falsetto.

  ‘Actually,’ I said, ‘older professional couples are more apt to dabble in taboo sex acts and do stuff others would classify as kinky or stuff teenagers would do.’ Like all good writers I had done my research.

  ‘The answer is no and we are not going to have any more talk about this. My God, Huston, to think you would even suggest something like this,’ he chided, making me feel like the worst person who ever lived. ‘Just imagine what would happen if this got out. This is a small town. People talk.’

  I wanted to argue with him. God how I wanted to scream and yell and make him see that I was right and he was wrong. What can I say, it’s the Texan in me. I wanted to call him old-fashioned. A tyrannical fascist fossil. I had a whole argument planned out in my head about living in the 21st century and about getting with the times. Naturally I won, but the doorbell rang.

  ‘I’ll get it,’ I said wiping my mouth.

  ‘And no more of this crazy talk, you hear?’ Sug said.

  ‘Yes oh, Lord God, King Right,’ I answered bowing sarcastically. ‘And no more of this crazy talk, you hear?’ I mumbled as I made my way towards the door. ‘I’ll talk about whatever I damn well please. Help you boys?’ I asked the two fellows standing on my doorstep.

  ‘We’re the contractors,’ the older one said.

  ‘Oh. Yeah. The basement. Please come in.’ I had completely forgotten they were coming. ‘I’m Huston Blake. My daddy has a lot of Texas pride.’ I laughed shaking their hands. I said that to everyone I met. It was a bad joke but it was my bad joke.

  ‘Joshua Mallory,’ the older gentlemen introduced himself. ‘This is my assistant Eduardo Paolo.’

  ‘Duda,’ the assistant, who couldn’t be a day over 18, said.

  ‘I peg your pardon, honey?’ I asked.

  ‘Duda,’ he repeated. ‘It’s my nickname.’

  ‘Cute,’ I said, referring to both him and the nickname. ‘Well the basement is down those steps. Make yourselves at home. If y’all need anything just holler.’

  Duda’s gaze lingered on me more than it should have. His dark eyes, twinkling with boyish mischief made me blush with guilt. And we hadn’t even done anything but look at each other! Smirking, he followed his boss down the steps. I stood at the top listening to their footsteps grow softer and softer.

  ‘Who was that?’ Sug asked coming up behind me and making me jump.

  ‘Contractors. For the basement remodel,’ I explained too quickly. My voice was stained with guilt but if he heard it Sug didn’t comment.

  ‘I’ll be home late,’ he said pecking my lips. ‘Behave.’ He indicated the basement. I can’t believe he actually implied that! Maybe he had heard the unwarranted guilt in my voice after all.

  ‘Don’t worry, Sug. You know the only other men in my life are the ones I write about.’

  After he was gone I took out a cigarette and puffed away as I stared down into the basement. As much as I tried not to think about Duda I couldn’t help it. He was very cute. And young. Barely legal, jail-bait young. I had always heard about young guys and their legendary stamina. Coming several times. Hard-ons for days. Did Duda have all those attributes?

  It was several minutes before I realised I was puffing on air. My fingers were blackened. Smokey grey ash littered my feet.

  ‘Easy, Huston,’ I whispered.

  Walking into the kitchen I took out a fresh cigarette and chain-smoked as I cleaned the breakfast dishes. The kitchen was filled with so much smoke I’m surprised one of the neighbours didn’t call the fire department.

  ‘Excuse me,’ a young voice behind me made me jump. ‘Where is your restroom?’

  Turning around, Duda was inches from my face. His scent invaded my nostrils making my penis quiver.

  ‘I hate to ask, but may I use your shower?’ he continued. ‘It’s my parents’ anniversary tonight and I’m supposed to meet them at a very fancy restaurant and I’m not sure I’ll have time to go home. I have a nice suit in the car but I don’t want to meet them looking and smelling like this.’ He indicated his body. His skin was stained with paint and there were bits of virginal white plaster in his dark hair. He was so cute. Innocent. Naïve almost. He reminded me of a young Sug. It took all my willpower not to reach out and caress his face.

  ‘Of course, handsome,’ I said. ‘Help yourself.’

  ‘Thanks.’ He smiled wide with gratitude. His smile almost fell off his face. ‘I didn’t want to say anything in front of my boss, but I’m a big fan of yours. I’ve read everything you’ve ever written, including all your short stories.’

  ‘Why thank you darlin‘,’ I returned the smile. ‘Shower’s upstairs. First on the right.’

  I watched him walk up the stairs. His butt fit snugly inside the tight denim. There were a few rips and I made the discovery that Duda didn’t wear underwear! Good Lord! It was damn near impossible not to follow him and hop in that shower with him!

  Deciding it was safer for me in my office I sat in front of my computer and typed furiously. Believe it or not, it worked. Almost. I almost started to forget all about the hot naked Latin boy in my shower lathering up his hard body. Muscles all wet and soapy. Almost. Until …

  ‘Mr Blake? Mr Blake? Are you still around?’

  ‘In my office, hun. End of the hall,’ I called out, not taking my eyes from the screen or missing a keystroke.

  ‘Towels?’ He was behind me.

  ‘Linen cabinet. Let me …’

  Turning, I lost my breath and found a hard-on. Duda was before me. Little droplets of water made his dark skin glisten. His hair was still damp, water colouring it a dark mocha. His hands were in front of his crotch, barely able to keep himself hidden.

  ‘I’m sorry.’ His caramel coloured skin burned beet red. ‘I couldn’t find any towels.’

  ‘It’s all right, hun.’ I had trouble getting the words out of my throat that had suddenly been filled to overflowing with cotton. ‘I’m a sex writer. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, Sug.’

  I froze like a victim of Medusa’s. I’d just called him Sug! The only person I ever called Sug was Sug!

  I’m fucked, I thought with despair. And not the good kind of fucked.

  He turned and that butt! Good Lord that butt. It should be illegal to cover that thing up with pants. Smooth. Muscular. Hard. Crack long and deep.

  Down, boy. I closed my eyes and exhaled. Remember the insanely jealous and protective man you got. The man who’s a lawyer. The man who probably knows what to do with the evidence. And the body.

  Handing him a towel I leaned against the wall and concentrated on trying to get my breathing to return to normal. A force beyond my control pulled my eyes towards the bathroom. The door had been left open a crack.

  Dare I?

  Oh what harm could it do?

  On tiptoes I crept toward the door. The fluffy carpet tickled my
toes. I no longer had any control over my movements. I was a marionette being controlled by a puppet master. Reaching the door I took a breath to steady myself and looked in.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this!

  Looking in, I watched Duda turn around and I saw it: long; thick; uncut. He was huge. The biggest I had ever seen. It nearly grazed his knee. And that body: tight; muscular; large dark nipples; hard pecs; large biceps and tree trunks for legs. His whole body was completely devoid of hair except for the shaggy mop on his head.

  I stared in shocked amazement at this criminally gorgeous guy walking around my bathroom touching my stuff. Did I mention he was nude?

  Duda opened the clothes hamper, took out a pair of my briefs, brought them to his nose and breathed deeply. His penis grew and he quickly stroked himself to orgasm as he continued smelling my used shorts. I couldn’t believe it! Just like something out of one of my books a hot, muscular good looking guy had just stained my tiles with his come. He ran my briefs over his entire body before licking them. I have never been so turned on in my life! Slowly I stroked my hard bulge.

  When Duda emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed unfortunately, I was sitting innocently on the bed. We smiled at each other.

  ‘Thank you. Wow! I can’t believe I actually showered in Huston Blake’s bathroom.’

  I can’t believe you did some other things in my bathroom, I wanted to say, but instead I merely answered with, ‘No problem, handsome.’

  He sat down next to me. His hand brushed against mine sending a million tingles through me, causing me to shiver despite the heat wave.

  It all happened so fast. Before I knew what was happening our lips were locked together in a fiery embrace. Pushing me onto my back Duda was on top of me, moving his hips back and forth against mine as his hands travelled under my shirt. I was powerless to stop him. I tried. Good Lord I tried. But every time I opened my mouth to ask him to stop it was either invaded by his tongue or moans came out, encouraging him to go on.

  Of course it wasn’t long before we were naked and Duda’s penis was buried balls deep inside my butt. He fucked me rough. Like a whore. We were like animals as he fucked me on the bed I made love with Sug on. Duda had stamina. Lots of it. He was a sex machine, coming inside me three times. Each of his orgasms were more powerful than the last. It was almost like his balls had an unlimited supply of come.

  ‘Wow!’ he said afterwards. ‘I can’t believe I actually fucked Huston Blake. The King Of Gay Erotica. You should write that scene in your next book,’ he suggested kissing me tenderly as if we were old lovers.

  ‘Do me a favour.’ My voice quivered with shame as I nervously puffed on a cigarette, expecting Sug to come home early. ‘Don’t tell anyone. This is a small town. People talk.’

  ‘Understood. See you tomorrow.’ He kissed me passionately.

  Tomorrow! He was coming back to tomorrow to continue remodelling the basement. Quickly I locked the front door, jumped into the shower and scrubbed Duda off my body. I washed the sheets and scrubbed the bathroom clean erasing all traces the boy had ever been there.

  Waiting for Sug to come home I smoked a pack of cigarettes in record time and felt like the biggest whore in the world. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Duda had been a dud in bed but he was a prize stallion. Just thinking about our fuck session got me hard. I wanted him again and that made me feel like the scum of the earth. I had cheated on Sug – the only man I had ever loved. The only man I had ever been with.

  Shit, I thought. Can’t say that any more.

  With a cigarette dangling between my trembling lips I began to sob. Tomorrow was our anniversary.

  Because it was a special occasion Sug called in sick. I was glad. Having him home with me would keep me from doing anything else stupid with Duda. And when he walked in the door with Joshua I was mighty glad Sug was there to save me from my weak willpower. His jeans were so tight I thought they were painted on. It was clear he wore no briefs again today and he did nothing to hide his obscenely large bulge. His jeans were torn, offering peeks of his delicious golden brown flesh. He wore a wife-beater that clung to his muscles, shamelessly displaying him. His nipples were hard as my cock and poked out of the thin fabric.

  ‘Morning, Mr Blake,’ he greeted me as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened though his gaze lingered just a little too long.

  ‘Mornin’, Joshua. Eduardo. I don’t believe you two have met my boyfriend, Nick Mangacavallo.’ I made sure to emphasise the boyfriend bit as I glared at Duda.

  ‘Nice to meet you,’ Sug said. ‘Are you from Mexico?’ he asked Duda. ‘I detected an accent.’

  ‘Brazil,’ Duda answered.

  ‘How long have you been in Texas?’ Sug asked while I wished he’d cut the chit-chat shit so the temptation could get out of my sight and maybe my painfully throbbing hard-on would turn limp.

  ‘My family has been here three months. Mr Mallory has been very kind.’

  ‘Well you speak English really well,’ Sug complimented. ‘Better than most natives.’

  ‘Thank you Mr Mangacavallo.’

  ‘Call me Nick.’

  ‘Nick,’ Duda repeated, though his eyes were on me, smiling.

  Thankfully Joshua and Duda stayed in the basement. I spent most of the day in my office with Sug having him critique my latest book. Sug was my harshest critic and biggest fan.

  At four Joshua and Duda left. Sug told me to go upstairs, get undressed and put on my cowboy hat.

  ‘Let’s be spontaneous,’ he gleefully exclaimed making me smirk. ‘We’re going to make love on a Friday night. Maybe twice. And I’m not wearing the tie. You’re getting me completely naked tonight.’

  I chuckled and kissed his eager lips. ‘You’re cute, Sug. And sweet. Don’t ever change.’

  ‘Close your eyes,’ he called from the hall after I was nude. ‘No peeking. You’ll spoil the surprise.’

  ‘If you got something pierced I swear to God I’m leaving you.’

  He laughed. ‘Are your eyes closed?’

  ‘Yes,’ I said covering them with my hat.

  ‘You sure?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Promise?’

  ‘Sug, just give me the damn surprise.’

  ‘OK, open ’em. Happy anniversary!’ Sug cried out as I regained my sight.

  My mouth was opened in stunned wonderment. Sug stood before me completely nude. That’s not why I was stunned. Standing on either side of him were Joshua and Duda, also nude and stroking their hard lengths. Their tool belts hung on their hips. It was like something out of a dirty magazine.

  Joshua, 20 years older than Sug and I, still had a nice body, kept hard and firm thanks to his work. He was much hairier than Sug. It was a silver-grey colour and gave him a very distinguished dignified look.

  ‘If this is a dream I never want to wake up,’ I said causing all three to laugh. ‘Sug, what is this?’

  ‘Your present,’ he answered, as if I should have known.

  ‘My … present?’

  ‘I did some research online about couples and group sex the other day at the office when I was supposed to be going over Mrs Willowbee’s will. Most of the stuff I read was pretty positive. This is my way of saying sorry for being such a close minded jackass.’

  Throwing my arms around him, I jumped on him almost knocking him down. I kissed him all over. Soon Joshua and Duda joined us. I don’t know when they did it but they had removed their belts. The four of us stood there with roaming hands and passionate lips.

  ‘Suck them in front of me,’ Sug whispered, teeth tugging on my earlobe.

  He made himself comfortable on the bed, leisurely running his hand up and down his length as I knelt in front of Joshua and Duda. Boss and worker kissed, hands exploring, as I sucked and stroked, making sure to give equal attention to both.

  ‘Swallow them. Together,’ Sug gently coached, squeezing his balls.

  Unhinging my mouth like a serpent I smiled, savouring the feel of two
hard dicks in my mouth. Their pre-come mixed together creating a delectable sexual cocktail. Slowly I sucked, holding onto their full balls. Their hands gripped my hair, holding my head in place as they bucked their hips, fucking my mouth perfectly in sync.

  Joining Sug on the bed, he kissed me. Our tongues flicking against each other. Duda went to work on Sug’s cock while Joshua fingered my eager hole.

  He was gentle with his fingering as he prepared my hole for the sexual feast of cock and come it was about to receive. Inserting first one finger, then a second and even a third, his fingers worked my hole into a frenzy. Like a flower it opened to him inviting his whole fist in! Gasping, I moaned into Sug’s mouth. Sug held me in place while Joshua slowly fisted my hole, stretching it to full capacity, until I came.

  The orgasm was so intense I nearly passed out. My eyes rolled back in my head and my heart was beating so rapidly I worried I’d have a heart attack. Tears were actually coming out of my eyes it was that damn good.

  Joshua pulled his fist out of me and the four of us licked his fingers clean enjoying the taste of him and I joined as one.

  ‘I want you inside me,’ Sug said.

  I was shocked. Sug had a virgin hole. The idea of popping his ass cherry turned me on all the more.

  Grabbing some lube I lathered up Sug’s hole. It puckered when the first cool drops caressed it. Gently I ran my finger in a tiny circle before gently sticking it in. Sug’s hole closed around it. Using slow, even strokes I moved my finger in and out.

  ‘Use your tongue, babe,’ Sug begged.

  As Joshua licked and fingered my own hole my tongue lapped Sug’s. His virgin butt was delicious. My tongue flicked against his opening, teasing him. Shoving my tongue deep inside him I stretched his tight little hole. Sug moaned, hips gently bucking.

  ‘Stick it in me, baby,’ he groaned, voice a whisper in the wind.

  Kneeling behind him, I pushed my penis into his hole. It was so tight. It held me in a vice grip like an anaconda squeezing its prey.

  ‘Son of a bitch!’ He moaned. ‘That feels so good.’

  Laughing I began moving my hips back and forth finding my rhythm. Duda had joined Joshua behind me, both of them fingered me. A contented sigh spilled over my lips when Joshua’s plump penis slid inside me. Imagine my surprise when I felt Duda’s dick in there too! Talk about a Lucky Pierre! It felt great having two cocks in my ass. It felt even greater taking Sug’s ass virginity.