by C J Bishop
Dane groaned and squeezed Angel’s slim hips, shifting him in his lap.
“Stop that,” Cole panted, his focus snapping back and forth between the stage show and the heated scene right next to him. “Unless you want some company.” Even Cole heard the “hopefulness” in his voice.
“Don’t tell us.” Dane’s breath shuddered as he ran his hands down Angel’s inner thighs and up again to cup his bulging thong. “It’s your men who’re setting the club on fire.”
Angel swallowed thickly and rolled his ass. He squeezed Dane’s hand around his goods and began to slowly rock against his husband’s stiff cock. “Fuck…” he whimpered. “We might have to find another private room…”
Oliver sat on the far side of them, his undivided attention on Angel and Dane.
“No need,” Cole rasped. “Just do what you gotta do right here… we won’t mind.” He nudged Lex and winked at Oliver. “Isn’t that right?”
Oliver cleared his throat and nodded, hungry eyes crawling up and down the couple.
His face flushed and glistening, Lex turned hazy eyes on the nearly naked couple grinding on the bar stool. “Huh…” He blinked then smiled. “No, uh… I don’t mind.”
“Shit.” Cole chuckled and wiped his brow. “Something tells me you’re going to cripple Carl tonight.”
Lex laughed. “I’ll try not to hurt him, but… well…” He massaged his giant snake. “No promises.”
. . .
The music flowed through Gabe like his lifeblood. The club, the stage—it was his home away from home. The thumping beat pumping from the speakers never failed to rejuvenate him. Being up here with Carl as the man experienced the thrill of his first performance—it was an excitement he couldn’t put into words.
Carl faced him and laced his fingers behind his neck, his eyes locked with Gabe’s baby blues. He moved with grace and sensuality, hips pivoting, crotch pumping—beckoning to Gabe, hypnotizing his senses, drawing him forward.
A rainbow hue enveloped them as the colored lights pulsed to the rhythm of the music. As he moved in, his damp body grazing Carl’s hot, wet skin, Gabe caressed his palms along the man’s forearms and behind his neck. Carl loosened his hands and their fingers threaded, arms rising above their heads. Hips rolling with the beat, they pumped against one another, erections strong and growing stronger.
Gabe brushed his lips down Carl’s face, across his mouth, and lower to his throat as Carl tilted his head, exposing his tender flesh. Releasing his hands, Gabe flattened his palms on the man’s slick back, pulling in tight, and gyrated to the up-tempo of the song. Carl’s eager reciprocation as he thrust his hard cock against Gabe’s throbbing member, propelled Gabe to the edge of ecstasy. His balls tightened and shaft pulsed. A few more thrusts and he would be filling his G-string with more than flesh.
Across the club, he spotted Cole and Lex—both men massaging themselves as they stared toward the stage. And next to them… Angel riding Dane’s lap, hardly a stitch of clothing separating them. The vision at the bar wasn’t helping, not one damn bit.
He was more than ready for the song to end when it began to fade out. The guests clamored for more and Gabe shook his head, panting and grinning. “If we give you anymore—we’re going to make a mess on the stage.”
“We’ll clean it up!” one of the men hollered, backed up by confirming shouts.
Gabe laughed as the music died out. “Sorry. I need a cold drink.” And a hot fuck.
. . .
“All right.” Ricky stood up. “Now that we’re all sufficiently warmed up, let’s get to the really fun stuff.” He addressed Dylan. “You going to join us? Or do you still just want to watch?”
Hal would follow Dylan’s lead, but he prayed to the god of ecstasy that Dylan had changed his mind after all the heated kissing.
Dylan glanced at Kim—fueling Hal’s hope. “What kind of game?” Dylan asked.
“One my faves,” Ricky said. “I call it, First Cum.”
I like the sound of that, Hal thought with a shiver.
“How… do you play?”
A grin spread across Ricky’s face. “Do you know what edging is?”
“No…”
Hal half raised his hand and smiled. “I do.” His balls tingled with anticipation of Ricky’s proposed game.
“It’s when you bring your partner—or yourself, if you’re going solo—to the brink of orgasm,” Ricky explained, “and back off just before they blow their wad. You do it repeatedly until they can’t hold it any longer.”
“How is the game played, exactly?” Caleb asked.
“We split into partners. There’s an even number of us, so no one will be left out. There’s two rounds and in the first, one partner edges the other until they finally lose it and cum. The couple who holds out the longest, wins that round and gets to choose a gift.” He gestured toward the Christmas tree in the corner, laden with small, brightly wrapped gifts. “In the second round, the partners switch places and repeat the process. If the couple who won the first round manages to win the second as well, then they get a bonus gift from Santa’s naughty twin.” He wriggled his eyebrows and flicked the furry ball at the tip of his Santa hat. “Me.”
Samuel asked, “Do we choose our partners?”
Ricky chuckled. “No. I choose for you.” His stare drifted to Dylan and he winked. “Don’t worry—I’m a hell of a match maker.”
Hal had a pretty good idea who Ricky would choose for Dylan’s partner—the one they all wanted to see Dylan get down and dirty with.
“Well, Dylan?” Ricky arched his brow. “What’s it going to be? Do you want to play with us?”
Dylan looked around the room at each of the boys, his gaze coming to rest on Kim.
Hal held his breath.
A tremor rippled through Dylan. “Yes.”
Kim smiled as his dark eyes sparkled behind his blue-tipped bangs.
Chapter 7
“So?” Carl walked up to Lex. “How did I do?”
Without speaking a word, Lex took his boyfriend’s hand and pressed it to his aching crotch.
Carl smiled. “That good, huh?”
“Fuck, yeah, that good,” Cole guffawed. “Just look at those two.” He jabbed a finger at Dane and Angel, bodies glossed with sweat and practically fucking right there on the bar stool. “You guys did that to them.”
Exhaling a shaky breath, Dane nodded. “It’s true.”
Angel slid off his lap to reveal a massive bulge in Dane’s G-string underwear. There was no hiding Angel’s own arousal as he walked back and forth, fanning himself. “Max has to promote you from bartender to stripper—definitely. I mean, I’ll start a freaking petition, if I have to.”
“Where do we sign?” Gabe hugged Cole from behind and rubbed his erection on his ass. “There’s a room full of horny men who’ll sign right now.”
“I appreciate the vote of confidence.” Carl chuckled. “But I’ll just stick to serving drinks.”
“Right now,” Lex stood up, his movements stiff, “I have something else to serve you.”
“Ouch!” Gabe made a face as laughter rippled through the other men.
Carl grinned and wrapped his arm around Lex. “Ah, but it’s a good ouch.”
“Shit.” Cole laughed and nodded, catching Lex’s eye.
Lex winked and smiled.
“I’d offer you the V.I.P. room,” Cole said, “but it’s occupied right now by Ricky and his bunch, who knows when they’ll finish.”
“I don’t think I can wait that long,” Lex mumbled. “A private stall will do.”
“Right this way, baby.” Carl led him away from the bar.
Dane snorted. “That poor boy will not be able to walk for a week.”
“Poor boy?” Gabe chuffed. “He’s about to get the fucking of a lifetime—I don’t pity him.” He tightened his arms around Cole and nibbled his neck. “Speaking of which…” Gabe ground his hard crotch against his husband. “I think we better make use of a booth
as well—like right now, before I explode.”
Cole shuddered. “I agree.”
Although they desperately needed a round 2, Angel and Dane remained at the bar. It would be rude to abandon Oliver. Leaning against the bar next to the older man, Angel asked, “How are things going at home? Are the kids doing all right?”
Oliver nodded. “For the most part. Some of them still struggle with nightmares. For a few of the kids, there’s a long, hard road ahead of them as they deal with what they’ve been through. But we have some great child therapists working with them. I have faith that they’ll come through and grow into healthy adults with bright futures.”
“That’s great,” Angel murmured. “That they have so many people there for them. And you and Emmy, you’re a godsend. You’ve given them a loving home—something I doubt many them have ever had—and they feel safe with you. I know from experience that that, above all else, is the most important… just feeling safe.” He shook his head. “Until I came to the Phoenix club and met Dane…” He smiled at his husband. “… and became a part of this family, I didn’t know what it was like to feel safe. And that is a nightmare. So, believe me when I say, the safety and love you provide for these kids… that is the greatest gift they could receive.”
Oliver blinked. “Thank you. I never thought I would ever accomplish anything heroic in my life. But… but to these kids… sometimes I feel like a hero. The way they look at us and are starting to truly trust us… I just feel like I’m doing something meaningful with my life now.”
“You are one-hundred percent a hero,” Dane said. “You and Emmy both. It’s people like the two of you, so selfless and caring, that makes this world a better place.”
“Not just us.” Oliver gazed at them. “All of you as well. And Clint, Cochise, and their friends. And Max, Horatio, and Lex—without their financial backing, we couldn’t have opened the foster house.” He smiled. “It takes a group effort to make this world a better place.”
Dane nodded. “Amen, brother.”
. . .
“Before I choose your partners,” Ricky said, “I want to warn you that I will partner no one with their boyfriend. Where’s the fun in that, right?” He grinned. “We’re here for some new and exciting experiences.” Ricky looked at the other boys. “Anyone have a problem with that?”
Everyone shook their head.
Ricky chuckled. “I knew me and my boys weren’t the only sluts at this party.”
“Playing a party game doesn’t make us sluts.” Samuel laughed.
“Playing my party games does.”
“He may have a point,” Caleb said.
Dylan didn’t know if he was a potential “slut”—but he was enjoying the interaction with these other boys. Especially, Kim. Although, he had to admit, Levi got his juices flowing as well with little effort.
“All right.” Ricky waved his hand and silenced the boys. “Time to partner up and start competing.”
Nervous excitement sizzled inside Dylan. He had a good idea who Ricky meant to partner him with. He wasn’t wrong when, after pairing everyone else, Ricky was down to Dylan and Kim. Hal seemed satisfied that Ricky had put him with Levi.
“The only rule for the First Cum game,” Ricky said, “is that you can’t fuck your partner. We’re only using our hands and mouths in this game. Again, he who holds his wad the longest—wins. Is everyone ready to begin?”
The boys confirmed they were ready to play.
Hal joined Levi, and Kim took Hal’s spot on the loveseat.
Ricky had paired himself with one of Kim’s friends—an American boy named Matt who was maybe nineteen. His sandy blond hair was short and thick. Dylan guessed he may have recently cut it because he kept brushing it back from his brow as if he were accustomed to long bangs falling into his eyes. Matt was about Ricky’s height and build but not as cocky and outspoken as Ricky.
“Okay.” Ricky flicked his fingers at the boys. “Do your thing and let’s find out who has the most staying power.” He turned to Matt, fire blazing in his eyes. “I’ll edge you first.” He dropped his hands to Matt’s waist and unfastened his pants. “My mouth is watering for a taste of your luscious meat.”
Matt smiled as Ricky shoved him down in the cushioned chair and dropped to his knees before him.
Suddenly very nervous, Dylan cleared his throat. All around the room, the other guys got into the spirit of the game, exhibiting no shyness. Apparently, Hal and Levi had agreed that Levi would do the edging in this round, as Hal sat, pants open, legs spread wide—and Levi’s hand inside his crotch, massaging his cock.
Dylan stared at them for a moment. Sexual pleasure crept across Hal’s face as he laid his head back against the chair and lifted his hips, soft moans already slipping up his throat. Dylan glanced at Kim. “I-I’ve never done this before,” he stammered. “Edging, I mean.”
Kim smiled. “I have. I do it to myself all the time. You know, to learn control, so…” He shrugged and lowered his voice, “… so I don’t cum so fast.”
“I-I didn’t know you could learn to hold it.”
“Yes.”
Dylan smiled nervously. “I don’t know how to edge someone. Maybe you could show me how to do it. I-I mean, if you don’t mind going first.”
“I don’t mind.” Kim scooted off the loveseat and went to his knees. He opened Dylan’s leg and pressed in between his thighs. “I think you’ll like it. It isn’t as fun when you do it by yourself, but when someone else does it to you…” His breath quickened. “It feels great. And when you do cum—it’s so intense.”
His cock stretching in anticipation, Dylan shivered as Kim’s delicate fingers loosened his pants and opened his fly. His member bulged through the opening, barely held back by his briefs which had already developed a notable wet spot.
Kim massaged his crotch through his pants, his fingers kneading his dick and balls. Dylan shuddered and swallowed a couple times, his throat suddenly parched.
“I’m glad you decided to play,” Kim whispered and ran one hand up under Dylan’s shirt while he continued to rub and squeeze his package. Beneath his shirt, Kim caressed his abs, ribs, and chest, lightly pinching his very hard nipples, twisting gently. Down below, Dylan’s cock thickened and hardened. His nipples were extremely sensitive, and Hal had nearly made him cum a time or two just by sucking them. He had already resigned himself to losing this round, so he didn’t ask Kim to stop playing with his nipples—it felt too good for such a request, and he hoped at some point in the game, Kim would put his perfect mouth on them.
. . .
“You were incredible up there.” Lex pulled Carl onto his lap and crushed him in his arms, drowning Carl in a hungry kiss. “Almost more than I could take.”
“Yeah?” Carl rolled his hips, sliding his ass around on Lex’s massive bulge. His anal muscles clenched and flexed, anticipating the monstrous invasion. “Are you going to sign Angel’s petition to get me up on stage?”
Lex chuckled. “Nope.” He opened Carl’s pants and shoved his hands under the rear band, groping his ass. “Not if you promise to be my private dancer at home.” He kissed his mouth and squeezed his ass.
Carl gasped coming out of the kiss. “I promise.”
They hurriedly stripped one another down to nothing. Lex lounged back in the chair, legs open, his huge cock thicker and longer than Carl had ever seen it. Clear juice bubbled from the tip and trickled down the thick shaft. Carl groaned and straddled his lap as Lex wet his cock with a generous amount of saliva, stroking his fist along the glistening muscle.
“You might break me this time.” Carl shivered as Lex spread his ass cheeks and he lowered onto the older man’s enormous member. “Fuck…” Carl sucked in a sharp breath that caught in his throat as Lex stretched him open… wider and wider… going in deeper and deeper. His breath breaking, Carl sucked another gulp of air as his head tilted back, his throat working rapidly. “Uuuhh… fuuuck… yeeesss…”
Lex gazed heavy-eyed at his
face, pure sexual hunger radiating out of him. He clutched Carl’s hips and pushed in a fraction deeper, stealing what little breath Carl had. A small smile formed across Lex’s face—it greatly satisfied him to reduce Carl to a quivering mess simply by entering his body.
Swallowing hard, Carl dropped his head forward, eyes glazed and glistening. He slid his hands up Lex’s thick shoulders and—very slowly—began rotating his ass on the man’s gigantic cock until his inner cave loosened just enough for him to maneuver.
Then it was on.
He dug his fingers into Lex’s hot muscles—and rode him fast and hard, rocking up and down his thick cock. When Lex was this horny, he just wanted to fuck—no preliminaries.
Deep growls rumbled in Lex’s chest and rolled up his throat. His grip tightened, fingers gouging Carl’s hips as he fucked him back—feet flat against the floor, thigh muscles straining as he thrust furiously into Carl’s ass.
“Uuhh!” Carl shouted, panting erratically. Grunts and wails were all he could muster as Lex impaled him again and again, bouncing him on his engorged member.
In the heat of wild, raw passion, Lex shifted their position and Carl clutched the back of the chair, his throbbing ass presented to his boyfriend. Lex grabbed his waist and shoved into him from behind—then really began to fuck him.
There was no question that his shouts and cries rose above the din of music in the club. Carl didn’t care. Let the others hear. Let them envy.
Before Carl had the chance to grab himself and aid his rising orgasm—Lex thrust him over the edge. “Fuck!” Carl choked out on a strangled cry and unloaded, blasting the chair with cum.
His orgasm was gasoline on Lex’s flame, and he fucked him harder, faster, deeper. His powerful body strained and tensed, then he was filling Carl with shot after shot of thick cum, filling him to capacity and beyond.
“Uh!” Lex gasped sharply as he gave one last forceful thrust, shuddered hard, then relaxed. He draped over Carl’s back and kissed his hot, slick shoulder. “Fuck, baby…” he panted heavily and pressed his steamy brow to the back of Carl’s head. “Merry Christmas.”
