by Tara Oakes
Producing the item he plunged into the drawer for—a condom—Carter tears it open and slowly rolls it down Ian’s ready cock. Then he engulfs it once more with his generous mouth, wetting it. Ian grabs hold of the nurse’s ears, steering his mouth as he pumps it in and out. In the darkness, Ian sees the stars he was looking for in the sky.
Carter comes off his cock, rises to meet Ian’s horny eyes. “Strength, you said you wanted?”
“Yes.”
“If you wanna get some,” he says, drawing Ian closer to the bed with his firm hands, “then you gotta give some.”
When Carter turns around, Ian finds his own hands clasping to the nurse’s supple ass and firm, dimpled hips. I’m dreaming this, he thinks, his hands sliding across the hot nurse’s perfect bubble butt. I fell asleep in the waiting room and this is my fantasy come to save me. His cock touches the nurse’s hole before he means it to, surprising himself, and then, as if drawn by a magnetic pull, he begins to push.
“Mmm,” Carter moans encouragingly.
Despite the wetted condom, Ian’s own sense of care kicks in and, controlling all his raging horniness, he finds himself wanting to go slow. He pushes carefully at first, his hands enjoying all too much the feel of the nurse’s perfectly-shaped hips. His cock slips a little in, slicked by Carter’s oral play, then slips a little out. When it becomes too much to bear, Ian gives a sudden thrust, inspiring a groan of pleasure from the delicious piece of man-meat in front of him.
Strong, Ian thinks, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper and deeper into Carter. Strong, strong, strong. Each time he pumps him, he thinks the word. His own muscles flex with every shove, his biceps squeezing, his hands gripping. Strong.
“Oh god,” moans Carter into the pillow, muffled. “Oh god.”
“Bigger than you were expecting?” Ian says, his confidence finding him. “Stronger?” He pumps and pumps his cock into that nurse, made into a beast in the space of only minutes.
And the whole world’s fallen away like ice disintegrating in hot water. Heat forms between them, a warmth that no embrace or blanket or heater could replicate. Ian breathes it in, pushing his cock in a steady, perfect rhythm. His thighs are slapping into Carter’s ass, over and over and over. Flesh meeting flesh, a spanking of need.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Carter starts to sing, his voice lilting higher and higher as Ian increases the intensity. So much for keeping their voices down. “I need this too. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I needed this.”
Of course he does. Why else was he so willing to give in to this? Why else did he so easily draw Ian into this room, but for them to find something they so desperately needed in each other?
“I’m close,” breathes Ian, pounding, pounding, pounding him.
“Get closer.”
Carter lifts to his knees, holding himself up with one hand while Ian grips his hips and goes to town fucking the beautiful nurse. Ian watches Carter slip his other hand under, jerking himself off. He must be so hard, Ian thinks, watching him, turned on even more. Look what I can do to a man, he tells himself. Look what I’m still capable of. Look at how alive I am.
Maybe not always. Maybe not every second of every day. But in this one moment, in this frame of mind, in this fiery spark of inspiration, Ian feels invincible.
“Cumming,” Carter breathes out, a rasp.
“Fuck!” Ian hollers out.
The two of them explode together, a chorus of moans and breath and queerly-sung vowel sounds fill the room as the two boys empty themselves. The heat alone has woven a blanket of sweat between them. When they’ve spent themselves, the two collapse on the bed, Ian’s cock still thrust inside the nurse.
For the next moment, they simply breathe. Deeply in, deeply out. Ian’s breath in the nurse’s ear, and the nurse’s breath into the pillow.
“Feel it yet?” Carter finally asks, quiet as the batting of a fly’s wing.
Ian answers: “More than I’ve ever.”
They listen to each other breathe, no more words uttered. There is something about the connection of their flesh, the touching of their bodies in the dark that so arrests Ian’s soul. He doesn’t feel the heaviness of unspent tears, not now, not anymore. He doesn’t seem to recognize that emotion of loss and displaced anger; it almost seems like some old friend he’d lost touch with. Listening to the nurse’s breathing, he feels a sense of companionship that has, for so long, been missing. What has he been afraid of, all this time?
Ian feels his cock softening, slowly slipping out. “Thank you,” he whispers, giving Carter a little kiss on the ear. Maybe I’ll never see him again. Maybe he ‘heals’ a lost soul like mine every day. Maybe this was just a taste of feeling strong and beautiful and needed.
After a long enough moment, Ian finally climbs off of the gorgeous man, feeling self-conscious. He pulls off the condom, tosses it into a waste bin, then slowly puts his clothing on a piece at a time. Carter watches from the bed, propped up on an elbow.
“I think I’m … going to find my way back to that waiting room, now,” Ian volunteers.
“I’ll take you,” says the nurse, then offers Ian a smile.
When the two of them are dressed, Carter checks the hall to make sure nobody sees them leaving. The coast is deemed clear, so the two of them leave the room together, swallowed at once by the coolness of the hallway after being baked in the heat of that little on-call room. Ian feels the change in his step. There’s a bounce where once there was a drag, and a confidence where there was despair. Carter guides him through the long corridors and across that nearly-vacant commons area to the correct waiting room. Ian can hardly contain the excitement bubbling within him.
It’s when Carter takes a seat next to Ian that he finds himself lifting an eyebrow. “You … don’t have to stay with me, Carter. I know you probably have, like, twenty really important nursey things you gotta do.”
“My duty is to the one in need,” he says simply, “and right now, you’re the one who’s needing. Besides, I’m really on break until about two in the morning.”
Ian considers that. “Or maybe you’re just making sure I don’t still need the psych ward.”
To that, they both share a laugh. And for the next hour and twenty-eight minutes, the boys talk about everything that enters their wide-open, stirred-up little brains. Ian tells Carter more about his sister, about his mom who passed away too soon, about his annoying final semester at school and how he almost couldn’t afford tuition. Carter tells him about the beauties and agonies of nursing school and what he hopes to do in the coming years of his life. Maybe someday Ian will be calling him Doctor Carter. Without letting too much on, Ian privately considers how their lives might intertwine in the near future. I’m going to be visiting this hospital often, he realizes. Maybe all these things were meant to be. But when it comes time for the true test of life, whenever that may be—a year from now or next week—Ian wonders if he’ll be strong enough to face it.
Some time passes before the lady at the desk lifts her eyes. “Ian Thompson,” she says, calling for him.
And he is ready.
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RADICAL RENDEZVOUS
Jenna Galicki
Tommy Blade yawned and stretched away some of the fatigue from last night’s show. Standing at just over six feet tall, and still sporting the build of his college football days, he squirmed in the uncomfortable row of chairs in the Sydney Kingsford Smith airport. He was looking forward to a nap on the plane ride to Auckland. They had another show tonight, and he needed to be on his game. They all did.
Jessi, Tommy’s wife, snuggled into the crook of his arm. Her hot pink hair, now much longer than the short bob she wore only a year ago, mingled with his long, blond tresses and created a beautiful pattern of gold and magenta.
> Angel Garcia, Tommy’s lover and lead singer, watched him with concern. “You look tired. I guess we didn’t get much sleep last night, thanks to the after-party in Jimmy’s dressing room.”
“You’re the one who flew my family in from Brooklyn.” Jimmy Wilder, the band’s drummer, flashed a broad smile. “You know my brothers are as bad as I am – um, was – when it comes to partying.”
Audra, Jimmy’s fiancé, slid her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose so he could see her eyes. “Was? The way you were knocking back the Jack Daniels last night, I never thought you’d get out of bed this morning.”
Jimmy slung his arm around Audra’s neck. “You had your fair share of martinis, and you were on the clock.”
She pushed her dark shades back up to shield her eyes. “I stopped being your tour manager once Immortal Angel left the stage. I was your girlfriend at the after-party. I needed to keep up.”
The dull ache of a hangover throbbed across Tommy’s forehead and reminded him that he also had too much to drink last night. He rose to his feet with a weary sigh, impatient to board the plane. Angel and Jessi both took one of his hands.
“Let’s use the restroom so we can relax on the flight,” Jessi suggested.
“Yes,” Angel agreed. “It’s a five-hour flight to New Zealand. We should take advantage of the down time and recoup.”
“The plane boards in 35 minutes!” Audra called after the trio as they headed toward the restrooms. “Make sure you come right back!”
Tommy left Jessi with a swat on her ass and entered the men’s room with Angel, while she continued toward the ladies’ room down the corridor. He dropped his fly in front of the urinal and worried about his Les Paul sitting at the gate without him. Angel’s provocative smile invaded Tommy’s peripheral vision and distracted his thoughts. He turned to find Angel holding his massive erection in his hand.
A soft chuckle left Angel’s lips, and he gripped his cock tighter. His skin was tanned a deep bronze from the south pacific sun. His black hair fell across his forehead and created a veil in front of his piercing dark eyes, now hooded with seduction. He was so fucking sexy. It made Tommy’s cock turn to steel.
“I’m sorry! The ladies’ restroom is closed.” Jessi ran through the men’s room and disappeared into one of the stalls.
With no one else in the restroom, two colossal erections, and Jessi occupying one of the larger wheelchair accessible stalls, Tommy knew they were in for a good time. He took Angel’s hand and quickly headed to join Jessi.
She opened the door as soon as they approached, and her lust-filled gaze dropped to Tommy and Angel’s crotches. Their jeans were still wide open, and their cocks poked out in an upward arc. Jessi grabbed them both by the front of their T-shirts and pulled them into the stall.
Angel stroked Tommy’s cock. He used his mic hand, which possessed a tight grip from years of singing on stage. It felt so fucking good. Tommy wrapped his fingers around Angel’s thick shaft and reciprocated the firm embrace. Tommy reached for Jessi with his other hand. It glided over the cool leather of her skirt. She opened her legs a little wider as he lifted the hem and cupped her pussy in the palm of his hand. It was wet and waiting for him.
He pulled Jessi’s flimsy thong aside. Warmth covered his fingers as they dipped inside her, and she let out a soft moan. He thrust his fingers in and out of her body, while the other hand tugged on Angel’s cock. His movements were synchronized between his two lovers. In. Out. Up. Down. He rubbed Jessi’s sweet clit with his fingers, while the thumb of his other hand toyed with the tip of Angel’s cock. A tiny dot of cum offered a bit of lubrication to his dry fisting, while the fingers that were inside Jessi were covered in her warm juices. Tommy switched hands, so now Jessi’s fluids provided the sleek lubrication to smoothly glide his fist up and down Angel’s cock.
Jessi tongue invaded Tommy’s mouth with a hard kiss. Angel grabbed a chunk of Tommy’s hair and sunk his teeth into Tommy’s neck. It was a jolt of pain that transformed into a lightning rod of pleasure. Jessi cupped his balls and held them firmly in her hand while Angel continued his tight fisted pull. Their touch was so different. Angel’s was strong and authoritative. Demanding. Dominant. Jessi’s was soft and sensual. Her floral perfume was sweet and arousing. Together, they fed Tommy’s every desire.
His lovers’ lips were on his neck, licking and sucking him into an aroused frenzy. Normally, he’d succumb to an orgasm and still have enough stamina to penetrate Jessi, but he knew they were pushing the constraints of time, and he was still nursing a hangover. He fought the surge of electricity that consumed him like a million tiny bolts of lightning, but his body was on fire. He needed a reprieve, or he’d explode. His two lovers were relentless and never slowed their unyielding quest to bring him to the brink of ecstasy.
Tommy sunk to his knees in order disengage their hands from his body and escaped the orgasm that threatened to shatter his willpower. This new position brought him face-to-face with Jessi’s inviting pussy and Angel’s beautiful rock hard cock. Tommy’s mouth didn’t know which to latch onto first. He wished he had two mouths to pleasure them both at the same time, the same way they always double teamed him night after night. He imagined himself with two tongues. One licking Jessi’s clit, the other circling the head of Angel’s cock. It was an erotic image that almost made him explode.
He moved his mouth to Jessi and sucked her clit. She gasped, and her knees buckled slightly. She rested her arm on Angel’s shoulder to steady herself and lifted her foot onto the toilet seat in order to give Tommy better access.
Tommy needed to taste Angel again and swiped his tongue over the head of Angel’s cock. He took turns licking Angel and Jessi in quick succession. Cock. Clit. Angel. Jessi. Male. Female. Hard. Soft. Tommy’s head was spinning. Angel and Jessi were grunting and panting, overcome with passion. Tommy sucked Angel’s cock into his mouth and rubbed Jessi’s clit with his wet fingers. She began to gasp heavily and abruptly grabbed onto Angel and drove a passionate kiss into his mouth. Tommy loved when Angel and Jessi shared intimacy—as much intimacy as a gay man was willing to experiment with a woman.
With his head bobbing and mouth full, Tommy watched his wife kiss his lover. She held Angel’s face between the palms of her hands, and kissed him with a ferocious hunger. Tommy kept the fast-paced rhythm on her clit with two fingers, strumming it like it was his precious Les Paul. Her body jerked and shuddered with enough force to shake the bathroom stall. She moaned into Angel’s mouth, while wetness covered Tommy’s fingers in a bath of warm lady cum.
With Jessi satiated, Tommy was free to concentrate on Angel’s enormous, mouthwatering cock. Sex in a public place always made Angel exceptionally aroused. Hell, he’d probably fuck Tommy on stage if it wouldn’t get them arrested. They’d pushed their sexually-charged antics on stage to the hilt in the past, but a good fuck against the drum riser sounded like it might be worth spending the night in jail.
Jessi’s hand held the base of Angel’s cock while Tommy’s mouth pulled with an unyielding suction. Angel’s cock twitched, and he groaned. “Stop, mi amor. I can’t resist your mouth. You’re gonna make me come.”
Which was exactly the point. Tommy wanted to make Angle cry out and shake the stall as hard as Jessi had a few minutes ago. What he gave one, he gave the other. There was no favoritism. He ignored Angel’s pleas and continued to suck and fondle him.
“But I want to fuck you.”
Tommy froze for a second, then stood up. “Right here? In the stall?”
“Yes. Right now. And while I fuck you, I want you to fuck Jessi.”
It sent Tommy’s hormones reeling. He’d been so busy pleasing his two lovers that his poor neglected cock begged for release.
Jessi knelt behind Tommy and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. She ran her soft hands over his butt cheeks, pulled them apart, and her warm breath dusted over him. Angel knelt in front of him and stroked his cock. Their lips hit him at the same time. It was a jolt of sensation
s that cut through Tommy’s lower half like a buzz saw. Angel’s mouth sucked Tommy deep into his throat, while Jessi’s tongue ran probing circles around Tommy’s ass, teasing him with penetration.
Jessi’s finger circled Tommy’s hole while Angel’s tongue tickled the tip of his cock, and Tommy’s legs nearly buckled from the burst of endorphins that exploded inside him. He braced his hands on the steel wall and rocked his hips. He wanted penetration. He wanted Jessi’s hand inside him. He wanted Angel’s cock balls deep in his ass. He wanted both at the same time. His body went rigid when he realized they had no lubrication, and he silently whimpered. “We have no lube.”
Angel held up a small tube of Astroglide. Tommy had no idea why his lover was carrying a travel-sized tube of lubrication and he let out a small laugh, which turned into a husky grunt as the tip of Jessi’s slick finger broke the perimeter of his hole. Jessi’s finger churned and stretched him. She hit the sweet spot inside him that made his body tremble from excitement, while Angel stimulated his cock with his thick, hot tongue. Tommy was ready to explode. He was about to tell them to stop before he came, but they both withdrew their touch and stood up at the same time. They were in tune with one another just as much as he was in tune with them.
Jessi lifted her skirt, dropped her panties to the floor and bent over with her hands braced against the door. Her beautiful pink pussy was glistening at Tommy. She was open and dripping with heat, but he waited for Angel. Angel slid his hand down the crack of Tommy’s ass and inserted one lubricated finger, testing for acceptance, then a second. His touch was forceful and commanding. He took possession.
Tommy grunted with impatience.
Angel’s fingers made a hasty departure and his engorge cock sat at the opening of Tommy bottom. He paused while Tommy aligned his cock against Jessi’s pussy. “Ready?” Angel whispered.
