Lustful Gaze by Julie Farrell
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Copyright © 2014 by Julie Farrell
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Chapter One
Scott’s straining erection rubbed against the soft cotton of his underpants as he stepped into the hallway and braced himself for some birthday sex. The black-and-white print of Marlon Brando that hung opposite the bedroom door always cheered him first thing in the morning, but today he’d woken up to discover something even better than a Hollywood icon in his bed. A handwritten note had been left on his pillow: ‘Happy Birthday, cupcake. I’m in the kitchen, ready to give you a big slice of birthday cock.’
Scott grinned and padded across the laminate floor, enjoying the late-August warmth. Summer was definitely the season to be sexy – the hot weather meant Scott could parade around in his boxers, showing off his toned body, artistic tattoos, and nipple piercing to the man of his dreams. As he approached the kitchen, he realised there was an upbeat pop tune emanating from within, and he wondered what birthday treats awaited him. This luxury apartment still smelled of newness, which made Scott feel even hornier – it was like living in a dream. The place had only been built last year, meaning Scott and Paul were the first owners, but Scott had already made his mark on it by decorating throughout with what he thought of as ‘kitsch chic’.
He rested his hand on the glitzy kitchen door handle and pushed open the door. The sight inside made him flush with desire. He beamed. This kitchen was huge, with pristine white units, black granite counters, and a taupe tiled floor. But the reason for his grin right now was due to the semi-naked hot stud who was making the coffee with his back to the door. Scott’s lust skyrocketed as his eyes connected with Paul’s wonderful toned bare butt swaying sensually in time with the music. Scott saw that Paul was wearing a jockstrap – which was wrapped around his waist and ran deliciously under his buttocks – lifting, shaping, and enhancing them. Scott lowered his lustful gaze over Paul’s naked thighs and towards his toned calves, where he saw that Paul was wearing army boots. Scott chuckled. This birthday dressing-up game was a nice surprise. Or rather dressing down, because Paul wasn’t actually wearing anything but the jockstrap and boots. Scott wondered whether some fun role play was about to unfold. He hoped so. Paul seemed oblivious to Scott’s presence at the moment as he stepped in time to the music. His butt was mesmerising – so toned and biteable. Scott’s artistic instincts told him to grab a pencil and draw that beautiful ass on a giant canvas to share it with the world. But he quickly shoved his artistic instincts away, and welcomed his base desires instead.
“Good morning, sexy beast,” he said.
Paul spun to face him. “Oh, morning!”
Scott’s body rushed with desire, causing his knees to buckle. Paul’s jockstrap was cute at the front – a satin rainbow-patterned pouch. But it was the studded dog collar, police cap, and mirrored shades that debilitated Scott. Even after twenty years together, he couldn’t wait to fuck this hot guy.
“Oh my god, Paul. You look amazing!”
Paul pointed to his police cap and stifled a smirk. “I’m sorry, sir, I know it’s your birthday, but I’m afraid you’re gonna have to come with me.”
“Oh, what a shame. Why, what have I done?”
Paul swaggered over to meet him by the door. “You’ve been a very bad boy. And your punishment will be of the physical variety.”
Scott laughed. “You’re amazing… I mean, oh damn.”
Paul kissed him instinctively on the lips, as they always did whenever they greeted. Scott was only five-foot-seven and Paul was a strapping six-footer, so Paul always had to bend if Scott wasn’t wearing heels. But Scott didn’t mind being short. And he more than made up for those few inches in other places.
Paul gazed at Scott over the top of his mirrored shades – there was a twinkle in those lovely green eyes. He reached out and held Scott’s hand, kissing him on the lips again, but harder this time. A jangling sound made Scott glance down, and he realised Paul was holding a pair of handcuffs, which were coated in pink fluffy material.
Paul held them up. “You’re under arrest by the birthday sex police. Turn around and place your hands behind your back so I can fuck you – I mean, cuff you.”
Scott’s arousal juddered through him. He laughed, then turned. Paul stepped behind him and rested his hands on Scott’s shoulders, then he swept Scott’s shoulder-length blond hair out the way and nibbled his neck. It felt divine. Paul sucked Scott’s earlobe as he ran his hand down his chest, pulling him close. Scott gasped.
Paul’s hard cock rubbed up against his ass. “Feel how much I want you?”
“I want you, too,” Scott whispered.
Paul ran both his hands down Scott’s arms and grabbed his wrists, pulling them together. Then he fastened the handcuffs around Scott’s wrists, and rubbed his satin-covered erection against Scott’s bound hands. Scott flexed his fingers, trying to grab the beautiful bulge in Paul’s pouch as he writhed behind him. He loved Paul’s cock and he couldn’t wait to suck it. But he had a feeling Paul would want to give him the attention this morning.
“Turn around,” Paul said. “I need to inspect your gorgeous hot body.”
Scott turned to face his man. The handcuffs were binding him at an angle that forced his chest to stick out, making him feel sexy. He knew how much Paul desired him, especially when he was posing – and that turned Scott on even more.
Paul leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. “What shall I do with you now I’ve tied you up?”
Scott swallowed, trying to control his lust. He didn’t dare answer so he simply panted, feeling his chest rise and fall rapidly with desire.
Paul rested his hand on Scott’s toned upper-arm and smiled sassily. “I always take my wedding vows very seriously. I promised to have and to hold you until the day I die, and I will.”
“I belong to you,” Scott said. “And you belong to me.”
Paul grinned and lowered his head to nuzzle Scott’s neck, then he slowly made his way down his chest, where the word ‘Paul’ was permanently inked over Scott’s heart. Paul’s soft lips arrived at Scott’s non-pierced nipple, where they lingered, sucking, tonguing, and teasing this sensitive area. Scott’s legs quivered and he yearned for Paul to bend him over and fuck him hard. But Paul was an expert at drawing things out, and Scott loved the attention from his man.
Paul licked his way down Scott’s six-pack, then he delved his tongue into the waistband of his boxers. Scott thrust his hips forward, desperate for Paul to strip him off and suck him off. But Paul stood up suddenly, grinning mischievously.
“Scott Bradshaw, I’m charging you with being in possession of an amazing ass. I’m gonna need to stri
p-search you to get a closer look. Bend over the table. Do it now.”
Arousal zoomed through Scott. Trying to hold it together, he stepped over to the wooden table with his hands still bound behind his back. He loved to play like this. He made a show of arching his back and bending at the waist, posing for his gorgeous husband. Paul stepped behind him and grasped both Scott’s butt cheeks firmly. Scott set his expression to ‘slutty’, then he glanced over his shoulder at Paul and they made eye contact, which fizzed in the air between them.
“Now that you’ve been charged,” Paul said. “It’s time for your debriefing.”
Paul hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Scott’s boxers and eased them down, being careful not to catch his straining erection as it bounced free.
“What a gorgeous butt,” Paul said. “And it’s all mine!”
Paul bent to slip Scott’s underpants down to his ankles, stopping to bite his ass on the way, making Scott groan with desire. Scott wished his hands weren’t bound behind his back, because he was desperate to grab his own cock and start jerking off, especially now that Paul’s lips were kissing their way towards his crack. Scott’s fists gripped instinctively as Paul’s lips lingered at the tender area at the base of Scott’s spine, then his tongue explored between Scott’s butt cheeks, slowly delving towards Scott’s rim. Scott bit his lip as Paul delicately licked the outside of his rim, and he dropped his head to the table as his muscles filled with debilitating lust. Paul gave a horny groan as he explored Scott’s anus with his tongue, and Scott pushed his hips back, desperate for Paul to fill him up. Paul’s shades and cap scuffed his bare flesh, which only served to enhance the pleasure. And Scott knew this was just the beginning.
Paul stood up straight and slapped Scott on the butt. “Nothing in there.”
Scott’s voice was full of hunger. “Does that mean I’m free to go?”
“Absolutely not.”
Paul pressed himself hard behind Scott then reached around and grabbed his rock-hard cock, giving it a couple of long, slow strokes, while teasily rubbing his own satin-clad erection over Scott’s buttocks.
“Nice?” Paul whispered.
Scott groaned. “Yes, officer.”
Paul suddenly let go of Scott’s cock and stepped away. “I’m gonna have to cross-examine you until you spill all.”
Scott couldn’t help but laugh at Paul’s terrible puns. He stood up straight as Paul grabbed a zebra-print kitchen chair from the wooden table and placed it in the centre of the floor.
Paul gestured to it. “Take a seat.”
Scott gazed at Paul’s expressionless face as he lowered himself to the chair, hands cuffed behind his back. He wanted to look into Paul’s eyes, but the sunglasses were obscuring them. So instead, he relished how beautiful Paul was, with his svelte chest and slim build. He looked incredibly sexy with that studded dog collar tied around his neck – Scott had no idea where he’d got it from, but he wasn’t in the mood for discussing bondage-gear stores, when his cock was so desperate to be sucked.
Paul peered over his mirrored shades, this time with a devilish smirk on his face. He reached up and removed his police cap, as if he was about to do a striptease – but he was already practically naked, so he simply threw the hat down on the table, followed by his sunglasses, then he bent to kiss Scott tenderly on the lips.
“I know you’ve gotta go to work, hotstuff,” Paul said. “So I’ll just give you the basic service for now. But later, when you get home, I’ll do whatever you want. You’ve got the day to think about it.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
Scott chuckled. He had a good imagination when it came to interesting sexual positions. Tonight was going to be fun!
He opened his mouth to let Paul know he’d have a long hard think about it at work, but Paul silenced him with a long passionate kiss. Then he pulled away and rested his hands on Scott’s thighs, before bending at the hips to give Scott’s balls a sensuous lick.
The shooting pleasure took Scott’s breath away and his eyes squeezed shut. But he forced them open. Seeing his husband bending over him like this was too good to miss. His erection strained for Paul to take it in his mouth, but Paul was now lingering at his balls. He buried his head in Scott’s lap and sucked gently, making horny grunts to enhance the pleasure.
“Ah, yes, Paul!”
Paul chuckled smuttily as his tongue delved past Scott’s balls and massaged the sweet pleasure zone between his balls and anus. The room began to swirl and Scott was overwhelmed with a head-rush of ecstasy. He realised he could easily come from this alone, but he refused to yet. He was always left frustrated if he came without his cock being fondled.
Scott gripped his abs to stop himself from coming, then stretched his fingers up to unfasten the safety catch of the handcuffs. The metal clicked open and – with his freed hand – he reached out and gripped his erection in his fingers, which was a pleasurable relief. With his other hand – cuffs still dangling from his wrist – he stroked Paul’s face, willing him to come up and suck him off.
Paul got the hint. He resurfaced with a big grin on his face. “You un-cuffed yourself! Now you’re really gonna pay!”
Scott exhaled and pushed his cock towards Paul’s mouth. “You’re too fucking sexy – I can’t resist you!”
Paul smiled and dropped to his knees, kissing Scott tenderly on the lips as he went. Maintaining sensual eye contact, he wrapped his fingers around Scott’s cock and started to move his wrist up and down, slowly and seductively. Scott ground his hips instinctively, desperate for Paul to take him in his mouth. Paul moved his head downwards and licked up the pre-cum that was dribbling desperately out of the head. Then he used his tongue to massage the sticky substance into Scott’s erection – the feeling jabbed at Scott’s soul with utter joy.
Paul parted his lips and whispered like a porn star. “I love to suck you off, cupcake. You taste so good. Mmm.”
Paul threw Scott a cocky wink, making Scott gasp. Then he suddenly came to life and plunged Scott’s cock fully into his mouth. Scott reached out and scrunched his fingers through Paul’s soft hair as he continued to slide his lips up and down Scott’s shaft, propelling Scott towards ecstasy.
The sight of Paul’s head bobbing up and down under his hand pushed Scott’s lust to the max. If only he could reach Paul’s dog collar from here, he could hold him in place and dominate him. This thought notched his desire up another level and reality surged around him. The room fell away, becoming dreamlike.
“Yes, Paul!”
Paul groaned in reply and swallowed Scott’s cock deeper, sucking and teasing with his tongue as he bobbed his head up and down. Scott was suddenly overcome with an intense sense of delight, which burst from his abdomen and swept wildly across his body. Paul sucked hard as Scott shot his load deep inside his husband’s mouth. He heard himself groan in pleasure as the orgasm peaked like an explosion of ecstasy. His head dropped back and he merged with the universe. Then, gradually, the intense feeling began to dissipate, and he slowly floated back to reality. But reality was changed now. Everything was perfect. Scott panted as he raised his head to see Paul slowly sliding his lips over his shaft, watching Scott’s orgasm in awe.
Scott reached out and rubbed Paul on the cheek, feeling his body relax and unwind into a pure contentment.
Still on his knees, Paul slipped Scott’s cock out of his mouth. “Happy birthday, my love.”
Scott burst into giggles. “Thank you! I love you.”
“I love you, too. So much.”
They gazed at each other, and Scott saw utter adoration in Paul’s eyes. He knew he was lucky to have such a wonderful man. Paul broke eye contact and stood up, then he bent and kissed Scott on the lips again. He tasted salty.
Scott removed the dangling handcuffs from his wrist and plonked them on the table.
“Better get showered, birthday boy,” Paul said, standing in front of him. “I’ll make you some breakfast.”
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p; Scott reached out and wrapped his hands around Paul so he could grope his tight buttocks. “Not without returning the favour.”
Paul stepped away. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll have one off the wrist in the shower.”
“Paul, I’ve known you since I was twelve. In all the years we’ve been sexually active, I’ve never left you hanging and I won’t start now. Birthday or no birthday.”
Paul ran his hand through Scott’s hair. “It’s eight-forty-five, babes. You’ve got Kate’s new exhibition being delivered in this morning. And that Indian guy coming at ten.”
Scott groaned – in despair this time. “Shit, I know. His dad says he’s a bit rebellious and expects me to calm him down. When did ‘Art Gallery Director’ include babysitting?”
“You’ll be okay. You like young people.”
“There’s nothing for him to do at the gallery. He’s gonna be bored.”
“I’m sure you’ll keep him entertained.”
Scott smiled into Paul’s eyes, then he moved his head forward to lick the rainbow satin at the front of his jockstrap. He heard Paul gasp as he nuzzled his face into his rock-hard cock. He wanted to give his man oral – it was Scott’s pleasure to suck that beautiful cock – so he eased his fingers into the pouch at the front of the jockstrap and tugged out Paul’s erection. He glanced up and they shared a smile.
“Thank you, cupcake,” Paul whispered.
Scott grinned and reached around to slip his hands under the elastic around his buttocks, relishing the feel of Paul’s soft skin. He leaned forward so that Paul’s erection was straining in his face, then he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked hungrily – subtly sucking his index finger at the same time to lube it up. Paul’s hand reached out and caressed Scott’s hair, guiding Scott further forward and encouraging him to take him deep in his mouth. He quickly got into a steady rhythm, sliding his lips up and down Paul’s shaft, then he reached around with his wet finger and eased it between Paul’s gorgeous butt cheeks. Paul inhaled sharply as he pushed his hips eagerly into Scott’s face.
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