by C J Bishop
“Dylan…” Kim stroked his thumbs on Dylan’s cheeks, his face close. “Let’s play the game.” He smiled—a genuine smile this time. “I really like playing with you. You’re… nice.”
Nice. Dylan gazed at him, a sinking feeling in his gut. Was Kim not used to people being “nice” to him? What do the bruises tell you?
“I’ll always be nice to you,” Dylan whispered and kissed him softly. “You’re beautiful, and amazing, and sweet, and fun. How could anyone not be nice to you?”
A thin film of tears formed in the boy’s eyes. “It’s real easy for some… not to be nice.”
From out in the club, bursts of shouts and cheers and whistles pummeled the door to the V.I.P. room. “What’s going on out there?” Levi wondered.
“Who cares?” Ricky chuffed. “I’m more interested in what’s about to go on in here.” He shuffled out of his pants and tossed his shirt, an evil smile slithering across his face as he stared at Matt. “Go to it, hot stuff.”
Distracted by Ricky and the commotion in the outer club, Dylan turned back to Kim. The quiet anguish and glimmer of tears had vanished, drawn back inside the boy and out of sight.
Kim smiled. “Ready?” He trailed tender fingertips down Dylan’s face, dropping his hand to his bare thigh and caressed his soft, warm flesh. “I sure am.” The boy’s erection stretched upward, strong and stiff. Dylan looked into his eyes. Heated desire consumed all else and reflected back to Dylan, reigniting his passion.
“So am I,” Dylan murmured and ran his palms up the top of Kim’s thighs then took his hard member in hand. A light shudder swept through Kim and he relaxed against the loveseat. Dylan wasn’t used to handling another man other than Hal. While in Chicago, most of the handling had been done to him by the porn boys.
He stroked Kim’s cock, not too fast, massaging the head as he came to the tip. Kim whimpered and his shaft swelled, stretched. Dylan applied both hands, stroking hand over hand. Hal loved it when he did this to him. Kim seemed to enjoy it as well. His firm stomach quivered and flexed, his breath quickening a bit.
“I’ve never edged anyone before,” Dylan said. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it.”
Kim swallowed. “It’s easy. When I start to get really worked up, back off and let me relax.”
Dylan nodded. “Okay.”
With everyone already in a heightened state of sexual tension from the previous round, it didn’t take long for the boys being edged to “get there”—much quicker than in the first round.
A resounding chorus of panting and whimpering and pleading bounced off the walls as one boy then another gasped out—‘I’m gonna cum…’ That’s when their “handler” eased off and let them breathe. By the mere tension in each of their voices, Dylan could pick out who would likely cum first.
Levi was holding on, as was Ricky. As before, Dylan suspected Gavin and Julio might be the first to lose it. A few minutes after the thought had run its course—the two boys were out as Gavin gave it up. With little fight, Dylan thought. Afterward, he understood why, when Gavin and Julio began making out. Hard as a rock, Julio impaled an eager Gavin, and the two went to fucking wildly in their corner.
“Oh, that is so not fucking fair,” Samuel protested. “That should be against the rules while the rest of are still trying to hold our juice. How’re we supposed to keep it in when that is going on?”
Ricky chuckled, panting heavily. “Just have to deal with it. Once you’re out, you’re free to utilize your time as you see fit.”
“I think they lost on purpose so they could fuck.” Caleb snorted.
Gavin grinned and moaned, clutching the chair as Julio pounded his ass.
Keeping his eyes averted, Dylan focused on Kim, but it wasn’t easy for either them as Gavin and Julio’s damp bodies slapped together, their grunts and cries of ecstasy echoing across the room.
Kim whimpered and raised his hips when Dylan licked his cock from balls to head. “That feels so good,” he whispered as he rocked his hips up and down, stroking his shaft against Dylan’s tongue. “Hal is so lucky… I wish I had a boyfriend like you.”
Dylan smiled and slid his tongue around the plump head of Kim’s cock then sucked the “mushroom” crown.
“Uh…” Kim trembled, his throat working. Dylan eased off, following Kim’s example from before. Kim shuddered. “Yes… that’s it… that’s how you do it…”
Dylan took him to the edge of ecstasy again and again, each time sucking a little more of his cock and teasing all the right spots.
Danny was the next to cum. He and Caleb didn’t fuck afterward, but Danny took care of Caleb’s raging hard-on with an enthusiastic blowjob.
. . .
Dane loved the stage—it called to him. Always had. The beat of the music flowed through his veins as smoothly and naturally as his own blood.
The four men danced around Oliver, each taking their turn to get up close and personal.
Angel straddled him, his svelte little body dipping and swaying, ass gyrating on the man’s straining cock. Oliver glistened from head to toe, his massive chest heaving as Angel rode his lap and dragged his hot mouth all over his throat. The boy certainly knew how to thrust a man over the edge—Dane had gone over that edge many times now.
Gabe grabbed Dane from behind, pumping his ass as they danced closer to the cuffed man. “I do believe he’s having the time of his life,” Gabe murmured. “Of course, who wouldn’t with an angel in their lap?” He laughed and ran his hands into Dane’s crotch, massaging his bulge. Dane groaned and let him have his fun.
Moving in behind Angel, Cole grasped the boy’s waist and matched his rhythm as the two of them occupied Oliver’s lap together.
“Holy fuck…” Oliver swallowed hard and pushed up against them.
“Do you really think he’s one-hundred percent straight?” Gabe whispered to Dane. “’Cause I’m telling you… right now, he looks like he’d fuck all of us if we just gave the word.”
“I don’t know.” Dane didn’t believe Oliver would ever cheat on his wife, even with a man, but he had to wonder if—more and more—Oliver was developing a deeper desire for men. It was hard to imagine that he could get this horny over men and not want to fuck them. Or at the very least, fantasize about it from time to time.
“If he wasn’t married…” Gabe grinned and nibbled Dane’s earlobe. “I’d test him. And I already know what would happen. There’s no way that man isn’t at least part gay.” He chuckled. “And I know which part.”
Chapter 11
“We’re doing good,” Kim panted. “I-I can hold out.” He smiled at Dylan. “Use the toys.”
The toys. He’d forgotten about them. “Are you sure?”
Kim nodded.
Dylan opened the box. “Which one first?”
“The tongue toy,” Kim moaned. “Definitely.”
“Okay…” Dylan was doubtful about how long Kim could hold up under that one, but if Kim wanted it, he could have it. He slipped it onto his tongue and turned on the vibrator. Fuck. It had a nice little hum to it. His cock throbbed in anticipation of Hal using it on him—maybe even that same night when they got back to the hotel.
Kim spread his legs wider and Dylan stared at his balls. “Uh!” Kim gasped when he touched the toy to his sack. “Fuck… yes… more.”
Lifting his balls, Dylan ran the vibrating tongue toy across Kim’s perineum and into his ass, rimming his hole.
“Uuh—fuuuck!”
Dylan backed off, his own member pulsing furiously. Fuck, he might make himself cum.
Kim quivered and relaxed. He swallowed a couple times. “More… please.”
Eager to oblige, Dylan dragged his tongue up Kim’s rigid dick, vibrating all the way. He saw the boy’s cock stretch longer and swell thicker. Kim bit his lower lip, breath hissing out through his nostrils along with broken whimpers. Juice bubbled from the tip of his cock and dribbled down the sides. It took an act of sheer will for Dylan to pull back—rather t
han thrust Kim over that edge.
“Huh!” Kim sucked in a sharp breath, trembling and sweating. “Oh my God… Dylan… that feels so good… so good… I wanna cum so bad, but… but I can hold it… I think.”
“I don’t know if I can,” Dylan moaned. “This is getting me off like crazy.”
“Not just you,” Hal panted as both he and Levi stared at them. His face flushed and eyes heavy, Levi didn’t look like he would last much longer.
It tempted Dylan to shove the bullet vibrator down his own pants and let it work its magic while he tended to Kim—but that would be a bad idea.
As if reading his mind, Kim murmured, “Use them both on me.” He swallowed hard. “Put… put the other one… inside me.”
Dylan shivered and a hard pulse surged up his cock. He plucked the other toy from the box and Kim adjusted on the loveseat, presenting his ass to Dylan. Fuck me, Dylan shuddered as he stared at the boy’s tight little hole, puckering in anticipation. Dylan removed the tongue toy for a moment and sucked the bullet vibrator, getting it nice and wet, then slipped the slick cylinder halfway inside Kim—and turned it on.
“Uuh-uh-uh-uuhhh…” Kim clawed the cushions as his body went rigid and arched away from the loveseat. His head craned back and eyelids fluttered. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… oh Dylan… use the other on me… please-please-please… suck me with it on…”
We’re so going to lose, Dylan deduced and didn’t give a flying fuck, either. He slipped the other toy back on his tongue and licked up Kim’s shaft. The boy practically screamed in ecstasy but somehow held his wad. Dylan thrust the bullet toy in and out of Kim’s ass as he took his cock in his mouth, running the tongue toy along the bottom of his dick as he swallowed him up.
“Oh fuck-fuck-fuuuck!” Kim wailed and writhed. “Don’t stop-don’t stop-don’t stooopp!”
They were past “playing” the game. As Kim clutched at Dylan, the desperation in his touch alerted Dylan that Kim needed this—and not simply for the sexual release. Dylan pushed two fingers in around the bullet toy and pumped Kim’s ass with his digits and the vibrator as he sucked up and down his cock, pressing the tongue toy firmly against his shaft.
“Holy fuck…” Hal breathed. “Fuck the game, baby—go for it.”
Dylan had no other choice—he was too far in to stop now.
“Uuuh-uh-uuhh—Dylan!” Kim cried, gasping and moaning as he fucked Dylan’s mouth and shoved his ass against his fingers and the bullet toy. “Oh God—oh God—it feels so good—don’t stop—don’t stop—I’m gonna cum-I’m gonna cum!”
His short nails gouging Dylan’s scalp, Kim’s body jerked and his cock thrust balls-deep into Dylan’s mouth—blowing tendrils of thick cum down his throat.
“Uuuhhh!” Kim wailed as his body arched forcefully away from the small sofa.
Dylan swallowed his cum as he stroked the toy through his flexing hole and massaged his pulsing dick with the tongue vibrator until it reduced the boy to a quiver ball on the loveseat. Dylan pulled off him and out of him and sat back, laying aside the toys. Kim trembled, panting, tears in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” Dylan murmured with genuine concern.
Kim sat forward and threw his arms around Dylan, kissing him hard on the mouth. None of this helped Dylan’s own throbbing erection or the agony of his over-full balls. Kim’s soft, sweet tongue plunged into his mouth as the boy pressed his naked, damp body tight against Dylan, his skin slick and scalding hot.
Oh. My God.
“Please fuck me,” Kim breathed shakily in his ear, his words breaking with emotion. “I-I’ve never been fucked by someone nice.”
Dylan leaned back and gazed at him. Tears rolled down Kim’s face.
“Dylan…” Hal spoke to him, his voice thick with both emotion and sexual need. “It’s all right… he needs you.”
Dylan stared at him, trembling inside and out. He tentatively ran his hands up Kim’s naked body, hesitated, then laid him down on the loveseat. Kim peeled off Dylan’s shirt and kissed his throat, his chest. Dylan couldn’t calm his shaking fingers as he unfastened his pants and removed them, stripping away his briefs. His member stretched out, as hard and heavy as a steel bar.
Beneath him, Kim opened his legs, deep affection and adoration in his damp eyes as he gazed up at Dylan. He retrieved a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself. Wetting his cock with saliva, Dylan slowly penetrated the boy. Both boys gasped and shuddered as Dylan pushed in deeper and deeper. His breath went ragged as Kim’s tight, hot hole swallowed his cock, his inner muscles squeezing his shaft, pulling him in even deeper.
“Oh, my God…” Dylan choked and sank to his elbows above Kim.
The other boys in the room had gone dead silent as the sexual atmosphere mounted.
“Fuck…” Hal whispered somewhere outside the haze shrouding Dylan’s mind. Moment’s later, he heard Hal groan and gasp—then Levi breathing unevenly. Similar sounds reverberated within the room. All the boys were fucking now.
The sounds faded to the back of Dylan’s mind as he focused on Kim—and how good it felt to be inside him. He kissed the boy and glided his stiff cock in and out of him, long-stroking his tight ass. Kim wrapped around him and fucked him back, sliding up and down his thick member.
“Oh, Kim…” Dylan shuddered and stroked a little faster, thrusting deeper, harder. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good… so good… uuhhhh… I wanna cum so bad…”
Kim tightened his arms and legs and fucked him with added urgency. “I want you to cum,” he breathed shakily. “Uuhhh… fuck me, Dylan… you fuck so good.”
His need to cum taking over, Dylan wrapped the boy in his arms, buried his face in his neck, and thrust into him vigorously, their bodies colliding—joining the cacophony of sexual activity inside the room.
Kim’s cock hardened in a hurry as Dylan drilled his prostate and the boy began to whimper then cry out. Dylan panted and found his mouth, kissing his hungrily, then shoved one hand between them and pumped Kim’s shaft as they fucked wildly.
“Dylan… uuhhhh… I’m-I’m gonna cum… oh God… fuck me-fuck me-fuck me!”
Somewhere in the room, one of the boys came with a strangled wail.
Dylan was right there, too. “Oh fuck, Kim… Kim… I’m there… I’m there… I’m cumming-I’m cumming!” He gasped and shoved in deeper and filled the condom as Kim burst in his hand.
The two boys trembled and collapsed against the loveseat.
Kim hugged Dylan’s neck… and sobbed softly on his shoulder.
. . .
Angel rose up a fraction, his petite little ass working up and down against Oliver and Cole.
Fuck, baby, yes… work that thing.
Cole and Gabe had been trying their damnedest to get Dane and Angel to agree to sleepover—and this right here reinforced his determination to make it happen. Angel rubbed his soft, bare ass up Cole’s chest then down again to rock back and forth on the two older men’s raging erections.
“You’re killing me, baby,” Cole groaned as he pressed his lips to back of Angel’s neck.
“You’re both killing me,” Oliver gasped and pumping his hips.
Angel rose up to full height as Cole slid deeper into Oliver’s crotch, his face level with Angel’s lovely rounded ass. He kissed his cheeks and caressed his thighs as he ground his ass on Oliver’s hard cock.
“Fuck… yes…” Oliver moaned and craned his head back over the chair. Angel gyrated to the music, his stiff member bumping Oliver’s chest.
This guy isn’t going to make it out of here alive.
Dane and Gabe danced around behind the chair and rubbed their hands up and down Oliver’s body. Whichever way he turned his head, he met a bulging crotch. Pleasurable sounds emanated out of him as he began to shove his face between the men’s thighs, grabbing at their hard flesh with his mouth, licking their damp G-strings.
Oliver’s erection strengthened beneath Cole as the man pumped harder, his straining cock pushing between Cole’s slic
k ass cheeks. Cole caught Gabe’s eye and Gabe smiled. He believed that Oliver had it in him to fuck a man. Cole hadn’t been sure—until now. He didn’t question the man’s love for his wife, not in the least, but if he were single right now—there would be a wild fuck-fest following this show. Of that, Cole had no doubt.
Cole slid off Oliver’s lap and Angel moved away from the man as Gabe took Cole’s spot. He snaked his arms around Oliver’s neck and rode his lap with the expertise that made Cole his love-slave for life.
Oliver shuddered and stared into Gabe’s baby blue eyes. The two men fell into their own rhythm, a small smile playing at the corner of Gabe’s mouth. Gabe rolled his hips, working Oliver’s bulge between his firm ass cheeks. When Gabe shuddered, Cole knew the man’s cock was pressed up against his hole.
Angel and Dane danced together close to Oliver and Cole took his place behind Gabe, rocking his crotch against his husband as Gabe dry fucked their special guest.
Gabe laughed softly and kissed Oliver on the lips then moved off his lap, revealing the man’s not-so-dry briefs, now drenched with pre-cum.
The four strippers let him relax a moment as they danced across the stage and enticed the audience, before returning their undivided attention on Oliver.
Angel and Dane took to his lap, this time with Angel’s back to Oliver. The boy gripped Oliver’s knees and worked his ass beautifully on the man’s crotch as Dane rested his hands on Angel’s shoulders and gyrated his goods in his husband’s face.
It hadn’t been that long since Cole and Gabe had fucked in the private booth, but he was ready for a second round—and growing “readier” by the moment as Angel sucked his man’s cock through his G-string and rode Oliver’s lap.
“We have got to convince them to have a sleepover with us,” Cole groaned against Gabe’s ear, his hardness digging into his husband’s ass. “At this point, I think they’re refusing just to torture us.”
Gabe chuckled. “You could be right.”
