Hotter Than Hell

by Berengaria Brown

  When they finally broke apart Kalman said softly, “See how much better it is when you go slowly. When you rush you miss so many good things.”

  “But I still want you. My dick is harder than it’s ever been before.”

  “Mine too. I hope the tube of hand cream will function as lube, otherwise we may have a problem.”

  “I would never hurt you,” said Enre, and he meant it. Hurting this man really would kill him. He wanted him so bad, but not bad enough to give him pain.

  “Oh, I don’t mind a little dash of pain with my pleasure, but I’m not into self-immolation. I think we’ll find a way.”

  “You’re sure? You don’t mind fucking in the gardens like this?”

  “Outdoor sex turns me on. Besides, we know no one will be coming anywhere near here until we phone Inigo to collect us at the end of the day. And I want you. I’ve wanted you for the longest time. Now take that damn shirt off and let me touch your skin.”

  Enre laughed, then said, “We aren’t all olive skinned and tanned Greek gods you know. I need to stay in the shade or I’ll get sunburned.”

  “I could lean against the tree and we could christen our new garden bed. No chance of you getting burned then.”

  “Now that’s my kind of plan!”

  Enre had to sit on the grass to unlace his heavy work boots, but soon he was freeing his aching dick, all the time watching Kalman undress.

  Kalman’s skin was the same olive-bronze all the way down to his ass which was just one shade paler, and his thighs were as heavily muscled as his arms. Damn, the man looked good! Every inch of him was sheer perfection from his shaggy brown hair, to his long, narrow toes.

  When his jeans were off, Kalman slid his feet back into his boots and stepped on the freshly turned soil, crossing his arms against the broad trunk of the tree, resting his head on his forearms, and glancing back over his shoulder. He spread his legs wide apart and waggled his ass in an intensely erotic action that had Enre gripping his cock and hoping he didn’t disgrace himself like a teenager on a first date. “Hot,” Enre gasped.

  “We’ll be much hotter together,” replied Kalman.

  “Oh, yes.” Enre’s restraint was stretched to the limit. He simply couldn’t wait another second. He riffled through their bag of supplies, locating the hand cream and slathering it on his aching dick. Then he stepped up behind Kalman, the tube still in his hand. “I hope to hell this works.”

  “Next time we’ll bring lube and condoms.”

  “Next time. There’ll definitely be a next time, and I can promise you I won’t leave home without supplies.”

  Carefully, Enre rubbed some hand cream around Kalman’s tight pucker. Touching Kalman’s skin, trying to be slow and thorough, was killing Enre. He wanted to ram his cock in that hot, little hole and pump his hips madly until they both exploded. But this was their first time, and it had to be good, special.

  In a weird kind of way, making love outdoors like this was unique. He’d never done anything like it before, and being in the gardens symbolized their relationship. Well, if it even was a relationship. It’s not like they’d even been on a date yet. But the plants had brought them together, their love for growing things had let them get to know each other. So…

  Anyway, he didn’t want to be thinking right now, he wanted to be fucking. He had the most wonderful, hottest, one-hundred-percent delicious man in front of him, and time was wasting.

  Enre smoothed more cream inside Kalman’s entry, stretching and teasing the walls, hoping this stuff would work. He really, really couldn’t wait any longer.

  Desperate, Enre dropped the hand cream to the ground, stepped closer behind Kalman, and pressed his aching, hungry, needy dick at Kalman’s entry. He nudged and wiggled and finally the head of his cock broached the ring of tight muscles. His cock slid in and he heaved a sigh of relief—a sigh that turned to a gasp as Kalman slammed back onto his dick, taking him in balls-deep.

  “Wow!”

  “I’m ready,” said Kalman laconically.

  Enre reached around and fisted Kalman’s dick. It was huge, hot and hard. “Hell, yes, you’re ready all right.”

  “Told you so.”

  Keeping one hand on Kalman’s hip and the other on Kalman’s cock, Enre slid out until just the head of his own dick remained inside Kalman. Then he began to push back in again. He tried to go slow, really he did, but it wasn’t possible. Kalman’s body was too hot, too welcoming.

  He couldn’t slow down, all he could do was pump his hips into that totally delightful ass, and stroke Kalman’s hot hard cock. God it was a beautiful cock, the head red with need and slightly flat, the shaft long and straight, the vein throbbing beneath his fingertips.

  Enre pressed his chest against Kalman’s back. Even Kalman’s back was sexy—long and lean and tanned. Enre licked along Kalman’s shoulder, tasting the salty sweat and the underlying flavor that was pure Kalman.

  Kalman was driving his ass back into Enre’s strokes, and had let go of the tree to wrap an arm backward around Enre. They were beyond sweaty, way beyond aroused and completely tangled together, their thighs and hips jack-hammering in unison now.

  Enre bent his knees to drive his cock harder and higher, his brain screaming at him to let go, but his hand pumping Kalman’s cock, determined they’d both come together.

  Kalman groaned, the arm he’d wrapped around Enre gripping onto Enre like an iron bar.

  Cum shot over both their hands and Enre relaxed his control, letting his own seed blast into Kalman’s ass. He continued moving in and out, continued stroking Kalman’s dick, but more gently now, bringing them both down from the peak.

  Finally they both stepped away from the tree, sinking onto the welcoming grass. Enre lay flat on his back, his legs flopped to the sides, his dick still half hard, resting on his belly.

  Kalman lay against him, pulling their bodies together so they touched skin-on-skin along the length of their sides. “That was really good,” he said softly, kissing Enre on the nose and forehead.

  “Way better than good. I wanted to get to know you better, but wow. That was special.”

  “Would you like to come back to my apartment after work tonight?” Kalman asked rather diffidently.

  “Yes, please. I truly want to talk and get to know you better. And we did say next time we’d use lube and condoms.”

  Kalman laughed. “I’m clean, but condoms are fine by me. I’m pretty sure I’ve still got a box at home, although they may be past their ‘best before’ date.”

  “Hmm, okay we’ll stop at the store on the way there then.” Enre jumped up and began to get dressed. Suddenly he wanted the rest of the day to go fast so it was nighttime already.

  ****

  Kalman smiled. He could read Enre like a book. His red-headed firecracker was racing toward the evening already, planning what would happen, and totally skipping over the fact they had the entire afternoon together, with lots more time to talk as well as work. Well, he’d just have to demonstrate to Mr. Paprika that letting the ingredients simmer brought out the flavor so much better than dousing the dish with too much spice. Kalman laughed at his image. But it fit.

  “What made you choose a career in agriculture?” asked Kalman, sometime later, sitting back on his heels and wiping his bandana over his face for the ten millionth time that afternoon.

  “Apart from the degree in Agriculture from Cal Poly you mean?”

  Kalman grinned. “Well, yeah.”

  “That’s easy. I like to be outside. I like to keep moving. I could never sit at a desk all day long; it’d kill me. I guess it’s the mix of things. Never doing the same thing for two days running. Days like today out in the gardens, then other days in the greenhouses or even stuck at a desk writing reports. But each day is different, and there’s plenty of variety within most days as well. What about you?”

  Kalman thought for a minute. “I like the variety too, but I like to watch things grow, to see tiny seedlings I planted last sp
ring, turn green and shoot up through the earth, then flower. Trees that I cared for a year or two ago, now so much broader and taller. The seasons turn, but the garden remains ever new, ever changing as the plants follow their cycles.”

  “I hadn’t thought of it like that. But yes, yes, I love the way everything smells so fresh and clean after rain, and how all the buds come out each spring.”

  “When you slow down a little, you see so much more detail. If you live life in fast forward you miss some of the best bits,” said Kalman carefully. He didn’t want Enre to think he was being critical, or personal, but the redhead would enjoy life more if he stopped to think a little before going off like the Fourth of July about every new issue or concern.

  Enre flopped down on the grass in a patch of deep shade, pulled off his shirt and used it like a towel to scrub his back. Even from here Kalman could tell Enre might be very sweaty, but he was also using this is a ploy to give himself time to think.

  “There’s so much hatred and injustice in the world, plus just plain stupid stuff. Every year people spend millions of dollars on Halloween costumes for their pets, while children die for lack of a $10 Vitamin A injection. I’m not saying be mean to your pet. Having a pet is for life, a commitment, I truly believe that. But why can’t people spend money on saving children’s lives as well as on the fun stuff? Why can’t they see that saving a child’s life actually brings not just joy and satisfaction to the child, her family, and yourself, but also economic benefit to these poor nations? The most common way a nation brings itself out of poverty is by educating children. Yet no one wants to spend a few dollars a month to send a kid in a nation they can’t locate on a map of the world, to school.”

  Enre’s voice was full of anguish. It was obvious to Kalman Enre was fully invested in every word he said. But it was also clear he hadn’t finished yet, so Kalman waited silently to hear what Enre would say next.

  “The problem is, every time I say something like that, people get mad at me. They say it’s their money, and they can buy whatever they like for their dog. Or that they have no spare money to spend on some strange kid they’ll never meet. I’m not trying to upset people, truly I’m not. But why can’t they see the incredible injustice of it all?” said Enre.

  “It is unjust and unfair. Why were we born in a free country where we can worship any deity we please, or none, while people in other lands are condemned to death if they don’t follow the same worship patterns as their forefathers? Why do we live in a land where there’s so much food that being overweight is a major health issue, and yet millions of people overseas are only able to afford to eat one meal a day? There’s no right answer, Enre. The world is a mess. That’s a fact. The rich have more than they need, and some of them are intent on keeping it all for themselves. But yelling at people, frightening them, rubbing their faces in issues they really don’t want to know about, is not the answer. The answer is the same one as for your poor children. Education.”

  “Huh?”

  “I bet if you left some brochures in the lunchroom about charities that get people to sponsor kids to go to school for a few dollars a month, our co-workers would pick them up and look at them. Lots of charities have gift catalogues, where you can buy a poor person seeds, or chickens, or something to start a little mini-business so they can work their way out of poverty. People would read those brochures, think about it, be interested, maybe even do something. But even if they just think about it, you’ve started educating them without filling them with angst. Their minds are open to possibilities.”

  Enre stared at him. “I never thought about it like that. I know I put people off. I come on too fast and hard, too strong, but I didn’t know what else to do. I have to do something. I can’t sit here and let it continue happening.”

  “Oh, Enre, you’re wonderful just the way you are. It’s just you, Mr. Paprika. But you’d be more effective if you toned yourself down a fraction. Too much paprika in the goulash ruins the flavor. But a little cooked in oil makes the supper much more delicious.”

  Enre laughed. “Are you referring to my hair color, calling me paprika? You wouldn’t believe how many people have told me my hair has fried my brain. Do you really think I can learn to act less passionately?”

  “I certainly wouldn’t want you to act less passionately in the bedroom, but the rest of the time, yes, I think I could help you take things more slowly,” said Kalman, moving across the grass until he was close beside Enre.

  “We haven’t even gotten to the bedroom yet,” said Enre huskily, licking his lips.

  Kalman’s dick hardened painfully. “Who needs a bed when we have this beautiful, soft grass?”

  “Damn straight. I want to suck you off.”

  “Great minds think alike. That’s exactly what I want to do to you.”

  “I get to go first though,” said Enre, sitting up to unlace his boots. “At least in a bedroom we could stay naked. We wouldn’t have to do all this undressing and dressing stuff over and over again.”

  Kalman just smiled. It suited him to go second. He’d show Mr. Paprika just how good slow and sweet could be, especially after they’d burned off some sexual energy.

  Chapter Three

  Enre couldn’t wait to touch Kalman again. He’d lusted after his hunky co-worker for months, but he’d never truly understood how much he wanted Kalman until today. One quick fuck had done nothing to ease the need to touch and taste. If anything, it’d made him hungry for more.

  Kalman’s words had been wise. He’d always known Kalman was intelligent and good at getting on with people—much better than he was—but what had been said this afternoon was more than good sense, it was truly helpful, and he could see himself following Kalman’s advice. And doing what other people suggested wasn’t usually the reaction Enre had to instructions. Someone telling him to do something was often a guarantee of him racing off to do the exact opposite. But not with Kalman. This time he’d think things through and try Kalman’s methods.

  Right after he sucked that delicious dick deep down his throat and swallowed the Greek god whole.

  Enre wiggled between Kalman’s thighs, sliding down and down until his mouth was level with Kalman’s cock. A cock that was growing longer and wider before his very eyes. “I like what I see,” he murmured, struggling to keep his breathing regular.

  “Good to know. I like what I see too.”

  Carefully, Enre cupped Kalman’s balls in one hand, leaning on his elbow, then licked the length of Kalman’s shaft. He was slightly salty, which was only to be expected as they’d both been working very hard. But it wasn’t unpleasant, and it added to his excitement to know the reason for the taste. Besides, watching Kalman dig and hoe and get sweaty had been an aphrodisiac in and of itself. And now he was getting his reward. A long, fat dick to suck.

  Enre wanted to go slowly, he really did, but he couldn’t. Kalman was just too enticing. Eagerly he leaned up close and sucked that yummy cock into his mouth, savoring the head, flicking the tip of his tongue into the slit, and tasting the drop of pre-cum hidden there.

  He sucked a little harder, drawing out more flavor, then scraped his teeth across the bulbous knob gently. He didn’t want to hurt Kalman, but he knew how good the touch of teeth on the sensitive top of a cock could be.

  Rolling Kalman’s balls in his palm, he sucked again and again, drawing his lover in as far as he could, then letting the cock out, only to fill his mouth with Kalman’s shaft once again. After a while, he nibbled along the erection, teasing the heavy, throbbing vein, and playing around the root, wanting to touch every bit of Kalman’s flesh, to make it all his.

  Kalman was thrusting up into his mouth, with wiggling hips and quiet groans, which encouraged him to redouble his efforts. He wanted Kalman to explode, to come in his mouth, to share that essence right now. But first, he sucked one of Kalman’s balls into his mouth, then the other. He left them wet and blew on them, before moving to the cockhead and flicking his tongue under the ridge, h
oping Kalman would like that as much as he did.

  Enre knew Kalman was close. Pre-cum dripped from Kalman’s cockhead and his balls were tight little rocks drawn up against his brown curls.

  Enre swallowed Kalman’s cock, sucking as much of it as he could into his mouth, opening the back of his throat and forcing more in, then swallowing hard.

  Kalman groaned loudly, and then a burst of hot seed filled Enre’s mouth. Quickly Enre let Kalman slide out a fraction so he could swallow the hot cum, before sucking again to draw more out.

  Kalman thrust into his mouth over and over, and more jets of semen burst out, until they both drew a big breath and relaxed.

  “Wow. Thank you, Enre. You give mighty fine head.”

  “Your head was a mighty fine one to take.”

  “Oh, very witty.” Kalman tugged on Enre’s arms, pulling him up so their other heads were level. They stayed like that for a while just resting together.

  ****

  Kalman could feel Enre getting restless so knew it was time to make his move, but refused to be rushed. He was going to show Mr. Paprika that there was another way to make love, slower and different, but just as good, and likely even better.

  He leaned over Enre and pressed tiny, soft, butterfly kisses to Enre’s forehead, eyebrows, nose, cheeks, jawline and earlobe. Kalman moved irregularly, not following a straight line or a pattern, but simply kissing whichever part of Enre’s face seemed right to him at that moment. After waiting for several long, slow heartbeats, he decided that stage was finished, and just rested up on an elbow, watching Enre.

  Kalman saw understanding of what he was doing dawn in Enre’s eyes, then he watched anticipation build up.

  When Enre was wiggling and fidgeting with desire, and his cock was standing up like a flagpole, Kalman licked one long swipe down his breastbone to his bellybutton, then nipped lightly around the little indentation before sucking it into his mouth. Enre’s hips rose high into the air as he tried to encourage Kalman to touch his cock.