by Ian O Lewis
“I guess Sneaky wanted to see me get hammered. She knows I can’t handle this stuff.” Joshua said, then he picked up his shot glass and cocked an eyebrow in my direction. “Hope you like tequila.”
I eyed my glass nervously, then sniffed it and winced. “Damn, this smells really strong.”
“Cheers.” Joshua tossed his shot back like a pro, then slammed it on the bar. His face was turning red when he picked up a lime wedge from the fingerbowl in front of us and bit down on it. He shuddered then looked me in the eye.
“If you can do it, so can I.” I wrapped my fingers around the tiny glass, closed my eyes and tossed it back. “Shit!”
My throat felt like it was on fire.
“Lime, Serge, bite into a lime. It really helps.” Joshua nudged the little bowl in my direction. I bit into a wedge and grimaced.
“I thought Russians were into the booze!” Joshua laughed and rubbed my shoulder.
“I’m not Russian anymore. I’ve been a citizen since I was twenty-six. Anyway, this tastes nothing like Zelyonaya Marka. That’s a vodka I remember my Dad drinking. I’ve only had it a few times in New York, and trust me, it’s a hell of a lot smoother than this stuff.” I gestured toward the empty shot glass.
“So, what happened to your Mom and Dad? You never mention them.” Joshua asked, then took a sip of his beer and smiled. Damn it, with anyone else I’d do whatever it took to change the subject, but with him I felt like I couldn’t. I drank the beer and thought about what I would say first. Talking about them was hard, and I wasn’t quite sure if I was ready to completely open up about them to Joshua yet. I felt my palms beginning to sweat, and my heartbeat picking up again. I inhaled and went with the quickie version.
“They’re both deceased. Dad was murdered by gangsters back in the 90s after the Soviet Union fell apart. Mom died a few years later in New York. Aunt Svetta is the only family I have left.” Though it wasn’t a happy tale, I gave Joshua a half-grin, so he’d know it was okay. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d answered that question. Usually I’d change the subject, or get up and leave to avoid talking about it.
Joshua’s eyes darkened, and he rubbed my shoulder. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”
“No, don’t be sorry. It’s a normal question, but you know, I don’t have the typical answer that most people do. That’s all.” I gestured toward the bartender. Now was the perfect time for another shot of that vile tequila.
Josh winced when the bartender placed the drinks in front of us. Was he upset about my family?
“What’s wrong? Seriously, I’ve made my peace about my folks. You don’t have to…”
“It’s not that Serge, it’s just that I had two shots before you got here. This will be number four, and I’m feeling it a bit.” He stared into my eyes and smirked. His blue eyes had a glazed look to them and were slightly bloodshot. “I don’t drink a lot, so you might end up having to help me up the stairs.”
“Neither do I, you know, drink a lot.” I picked up the shot glass, downed its contents and shivered. “Maybe we’ll have to help each other.”
15
Josh
Serge’s arms wrapped around me from behind, and hot breath tickled the hair on the back of my neck. My eyes fluttered open, and I didn’t recognize my surroundings. Leaning against the wall next to the bed was an electric guitar, and next to it was a cardboard box with a stack of paperback books on top.
Turning my head slightly I saw thick, dark hair and then I lifted the heavy comforter and saw Serge’s large hand splayed across my chest, holding me tight against him. He shifted behind me, then I felt his erection. His hips moved in a staccato rhythm, poking me against the back a few times and then with a soft snore he tightened his grip on me and stopped.
Jesus, Mr. Mouthful could also be known as Mr. Big.
He wasn’t the only one with morning wood. I lifted the comforter again to check if I still had underwear on. I did, but I’d swear Serge did not. I touched his hip with my left hand, confirming my suspicions.
“Nothing happened last night, Joshua. Not that you didn’t try.” Serge’s baritone whispered in my ear, then he licked it. Panic immediately set in.
“I didn’t make a total ass of myself, I hope?” I couldn’t remember much of the night before, and wondered how the hell we ended up here, in what I assumed was Serge’s bed. His lips attached themselves to the back of my neck and I arched my back in response. Then I felt his chest moving, and a rumble of a laugh vibrated through me.
“No, you weren’t crazy, but you definitely were horny.” Serge let go of me and sat up. “Never thought I’d be turning you down, but I wasn’t about to do anything if you might not remember it in the morning. You thirsty?”
It surprised me that I didn’t feel all that bad. In fact, I felt energy surging through me. I turned over and sat up next to Serge.
“Yes.”
There were two bottles of water on his nightstand. He handed me one, then opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen. “I gave you two of these last night before you fell asleep. Do you need some more?”
I shook my head no, then felt blood racing up my neck.
“Jesus, I must have been a mess. Why are we here instead of my place? I mean, my apartment was much closer.” I opened the bottle and drank almost half of it in one swallow.
“Because I had meetings to cancel for this morning, and I needed my laptop to do it. So now we both don’t have to be at work until one.” He picked up his phone from the nightstand and glanced at it. “It’s only 8:30. We’ve got all morning…” Serge’s voice deepened, and I felt my cock growing harder at the thought of how we might spend the next few hours. I finished the bottle of water and handed the empty to him.
“We’ve got all morning to do what?”
Serge wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me on top of him. His dark eyes stared up at me, pulling me in to his emotions like nothing else could. He reached up and stroked my stubbled cheeks, then his lips parted, inviting me to kiss them. I leaned down and our lips touched, and what was at first a slow and languid exploration of our mouths became scorching, his skin heating up at my touch. My eyes snapped open, and that’s when I saw Serge’s expression change, so fast I couldn’t take it in before I knew what was happening. His hand grasped the back of my head and drew me forward into his arms. His mouth ravaged my neck and the nerves under my skin exploded with sensation. I trembled, involuntary groans coming from my throat as he continually licked from under my ear lobe to the top of my shoulder and back again. Then Serge pulled back and stared deeply into my eyes. His mouth opened, and I thought he was going to say something, but then he stopped.
I leaned down and kissed his eyelids, licked his brows, my tongue sliding down the side of his face, tracing a path down his stubbly cheeks to his neck. Serge’s head rolled back and forth, his lips whispering unrecognizable words at first, and then he spoke in a ragged whisper
“I’ve wanted no one like I do you before. I want you now, so damn much.”
His body trembled underneath mine, and then he placed his hands on my waist and flipped me off of him. Moments later he was on top, straddling my waist. Serge scooted down between my legs and he grabbed the base of my shaft and began to move his hand up and down, slowly at first, then speeding up as I squirmed. Seconds later I felt warmth on the head of my cock as he took me into his mouth. My back arched, and I groaned. He licked around the head and a small spasm under my balls alerted me that this might be over before it had really begun.
“Serge, if you keep that up I’m not going to last.” I breathed, then I felt his mouth leave my cock for a moment. I glanced down to see him bouncing the head of my dick on his tongue, a devilish glint in his eyes. Then his mouth closed around it again and his tongue went to work. Once again I felt a spasm under my balls, only this time it was stronger. When I looked down his eyes were glued to my face. Serge knew what he was doing, knew how to make my desire grow with each
lick of his tongue.
He wrapped his fist around the base of my shaft and worked the head of my cock with his mouth at the same time. The intensity of the sensations increased as his hand and mouth built up to a quicker pace. The urge to come gripped me, and I knew if I didn’t stop him I would shoot down his throat within seconds.
“Serge.” I gasped, lacing my fingers through his hair. “Stop, please, I can’t hold on much longer.”
He let go of my cock and slid up my body until his mouth was inches away from mine. His lips crashed down on mine, and the taste of my cock on his tongue triggered my desire for a taste of Serge.
“I need your cock in my mouth.” I moaned when his lips left mine. His fingers went straight to my hair and massaged my scalp, then his tongue went back to my neck. His body flattened against mine for a moment and I felt his manhood throbbing against my thigh. Then his mouth left my neck, and he pulled himself up until he was straddling my chest.
Damn, his cock was huge, and I wondered if I could even get the head past my lips. He rubbed it against my closed mouth until my tongue snaked out for that first taste. I looked up and saw his upper lip curled back and his almost black eyes peering intently into mine. I opened my mouth to speak, but the moment I did he slid his cock inside.
“Oh babe, yes, that’s it. Open for me Joshua, you can do it.” He groaned, then he pushed himself into me a little further. Damn he tasted so amazing, my tongue snaking around his girth as he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and then pushed it back in, with each gentle thrust he’d give me a little more. Soon I tasted his essence and felt the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. If I’d ever possessed a gag reflex, it was now gone. I clasped my hands to his ass, pulling him as deep inside my mouth as I could. Suddenly I felt his hand on my forehead pushing me off of him.
“We can finish this now, or we can do what I’ve wanted to do since I first laid eyes on you.” Serge breathed, then he slid down my body until his chest was on top of mine, grinding his cock against me. I could feel his legs work their way in between my thighs, spreading them open.
“Oh yes, Serge, please, I want more, want to feel all of you inside me.”
He scooted down further and lifted my thighs over his shoulders. Serge took the head of my cock in his mouth and I felt him groan against it, causing another spasm to erupt underneath my balls. He somehow could read me, knew exactly what to do to keep me on the edge. Serge removed his mouth from my cock, then his tongue lapped underneath my balls, all the while he gently tugged on my shaft. I felt a finger stroking my entrance, rubbing it slowly, languidly. Seconds later he lifted me up a couple of inches and I felt his thick stubble in between my ass cheeks. His tongue was tentative at first, then his probing grew more insistent.
I’d never cared for penetrative sex before, but something about Serge made me want him inside me, filling me, becoming one with me. The feel of his mouth and tongue while his hand worked my cock up and down was making my blood boil with desire.
Serge lifted his face and replaced his mouth with a finger. Sparks raced up my spine when it entered me. Then his mouth was once again on my dick, working my shaft while his finger kept hitting that special spot deep inside. Finally, I couldn’t take the onslaught of feelings no longer.
“Please Serge, if you don’t fuck me now I will lose it. I need you inside me, all of you.” I panted, feeling my approaching orgasm about to hit the point of no return.
Abruptly he let my cock fall out of his mouth and his finger withdrew from my hole. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom and lube.
“Wait!”
Serge froze in place, his large expressive eyes seeming to shift from lust to concern and back again in a matter of seconds.
“You okay, babe? We don’t have to take this any farther.” He whispered.
Fear filled me as I eyed his massive cock swaying between his legs. Only on one other occasion had I allowed a man to fuck me, and when it happened it was only because I wanted to get rid of my virginity. I had been a sophomore in college, and at the time it hadn’t really hurt, just felt awkward and left me with a cold feeling afterward. But that guy hadn’t been someone like Serge. I took a deep breath and spoke.
“Serge, I want you so bad, I really do, it’s just you are so big. I’m afraid.”
He bit his lower lip and blushed, then he leaned down and lightly planted his lips on mine for a moment.
“We don’t have to do this Joshua, though I must admit the thought of being inside you now is consuming me. Since we first met, I knew there was something different about you, something that made me realize I was missing something incredibly important in my life. I don’t want to place a heavy trip on you, but you’ve been all I can think about.” Serge kissed my forehead then I felt his knees spreading my thighs open.
I wrapped my hands around his broad shoulders and then let my fingers flit down his muscular chest. Damn, I felt the same way he did. Consumed, yes, that was the right word. When I went to sleep at night, his was the last face I saw behind my closed eyelids, and his name was the first I thought of when I woke up in the morning.
“Take me, please, just…”
“I’ll be careful, I promise.” Serge said, his eyes never leaving mine. He poured lube in his hand and wrapped it around my cock. I gasped, his tight fist forcing the muscles under my groin to contract. Then he leaned over me one more time for what I thought was a kiss, but instead his lips hovered over my mouth and made a promise.
“I’m going to make you mine, Joshua.”
16
Serge
I took his dick in my mouth again then rubbed a lubed finger against his entrance. He was tight, like a virgin. I knew my cock was bigger than most guys, but I didn’t have a lot of experience with sex to know that it might be frightening for Joshua. It was rare for me ever to sleep with the same guy twice, and usually we never got as far as fucking, just the quickie blow or hand job. Joshua’s pleasure was the most important part of our lovemaking, so I needed to open him up, make him want me inside him,
I slid another finger inside while swirling my tongue around the head of his fat cock. He wasn’t exactly hurting in the size department himself. He stiffened more in my mouth and let out a groan. His torso was covered in sweat, and the way he arched his neck with his eyes squeezed tight was driving me wild. Normally I didn’t care about my partner since we were usually both on a mission to get off as quickly as possible. Not so with this man. I was going to take Joshua to sensual places he’d never known existed, make him shout my name to fuck him harder, faster, deeper.
When I pulled my fingers out of him he growled, a sound that made my cock bob with anticipation. He was close, almost ready to welcome me inside, but I still wanted to hear him beg. I leaned down and kissed him on his lips, his mouth opening instantly while another growl vibrated through his body. I broke off the kiss, leaned back and ripped the condom package with my teeth. Joshua’s eyes popped open at the sound, then he reached out and grabbed the condom from my hand. I poured lube on my shaft and Joshua used one hand to work the gel into my dick, and then he positioned the latex at the head with the other.
“Fuck me, Serge. That’s all I can think of now, just fuck me.” He moaned, then rolled the condom down my length.
“Oh babe, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” I placed his knees over my shoulders, causing him to scoot down the bed until his tight hole was puckered against the tip of my cock.
His bright blue eyes locked on mine, the look of blatant need stamped on his face. Joshua’s lips parted, then I rubbed the head of my cock against his entrance. I wanted nothing more than to thrust inside him to the hilt, and I had to hold myself back. My eyes shut and I groaned with frustration. Then I felt the touch of Joshua’s hand gliding across my cheek.
“Please, stop teasing me Serge. I’ll be okay, I promise.”
I leaned in to kiss him, then felt the tip of my cock slide inside, causing him to gasp.<
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“Jesus, babe. You are so fucking tight.” I grunted, then held still so he could have a couple of moments to relax. Then I pushed forward and felt a little more of my girth slip inside. His eyes were like saucers, and his breathing grew faster.
“You are in charge Joshua. Tell me to stop if it’s too much. But, if you trust me, I’ll make your body feel things it never has before.” I grabbed his cock and gave it a soft squeeze, hoping to add a little more pleasure to distract him from his discomfort. “I want to see your face, want to kiss you as we make love, babe.”
I leaned in and licked the side of his neck, and while I did so another inch slid inside. Holding still until he adjusted to my size, I crashed my lips against his while pushing more of my length inside him. Joshua groaned against my mouth, but instead of it sounding like a groan of pain, it was pure pleasure I heard, and felt as his hands reached down and grabbed my waist and urged me on. He broke the kiss with a gasp, then gave me the permission I had been waiting for.
“Serge, fuck me now, please, I need you all the way inside me.” His eyes closed and his head rolled on the pillow back and forth. He didn’t have to ask me again.
With a final push I buried myself inside of him to the hilt.
“Yes!” Joshua moaned, and when I looked down at him a bead of sweat fell from my forehead and landed on his chin. He moved his hips, and I felt his body finally opening up to me completely.
Joshua’s hands fell from my waist to my ass, and then I felt him pulling my body forward, though there was no further I could go. I slowly eased my cock backward, pulling halfway out of him when his hands on my ass pulled me back inside with one swift movement.
“I need you Serge, been waiting my whole life for this, I’m ready.” Joshua breathed, and his face went under several transformations in a matter of seconds. From lust to fear to passion, then an open-eyed look of wonder. I pushed inside him, hard, and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure, which drove me wild. Then I surprised us both by pulling all the way out.
