by CJ Bishop
Jamie was only vaguely aware of Seth and Grid’s activity as a sexual fog clouded his brain. Never in a million years had he imagined himself in the hands of two strippers, barely suppressing an explosive orgasm. His cock pulsed and balls ached, and he was sure he would come before these boys were through with him. Maybe that was their objective.
He became convinced of it when Tommy took the chair and set Jamie on his lap, and Gavin climbed on, riding Jamie like a rodeo star, the three of them rocking together to the beat of the music.
“Uuhh…” Jamie gasped as his head fell back against Tommy’s shoulder, his eyes heavy and breath ragged. His hands clamped Gavin’s hips and held on tight as Tommy’s gently pumping pelvis thrust Jamie up to Gavin, nudging his crotch between Gavin’s ass cheeks. “Fuck…” Jamie whimpered.
“Having fun yet?” Tommy whispered in his ear, smiling and panting.
Jamie replied with another stiff whimper as Gavin sank down and rolled his hot ass on Jamie’s throbbing member. He gouged the guy’s waist and swallowed hard, sweat trickling off his forehead. His lips part and heavy breaths gusted out.
Oh God—he’s really gonna make me come!
♦
“Sit here and don’t move,” Ricky whispered as he lightly pushed Grid onto a soft loveseat. He left him there and moved over to the others. “All right, boys—heel.”
Levi, Tommy, and Gavin immediately backed off as Ricky took hold of Jamie and Seth’s hands and tugged them to their feet, both in a sexual daze. He grinned and led them to the far side of the room to an elevated section of the floor arranged with thick, soft pillows.
“Take care of each other,” Ricky winked and left them there as he returned to Grid.
Seth and Jamie were too far gone to care that they weren’t alone, and sank down on the pillows, stripping one another of their briefs. Grid watched in envy as Seth took Jamie in wild, hot, uninhibited passion.
“Well, that’s not fair,” he groaned. “You work them up, and they get to fuck their brains out.” He looked up at Ricky, his balls so full and tight he could barely move. Sweat drenched his body. “What do I get?”
Ricky just smiled as he and Levi pushed Grid’s legs open and both boys kneeled before him. Tommy and Gavin crawled onto the loveseat on either side of him and began to caress and kiss all over his chest, neck, and face. Tommy kissed his mouth hotly then gave him over to Gavin who extended the kiss, sliding his tongue into Grid’s mouth.
Across the room, Jamie’s cries escalated along with Seth’s hard panting and gasping—bricking Grid up all the more. When Gavin released his mouth, Grid caught a glimpse of Seth and Jamie fucking urgently, Jamie’s slender legs locked around Seth’s tense body…and Seth’s beautiful ass cheeks flexing and pumping wildly as he drove himself into Jamie again and again, wrenching cries of ecstasy from his lover.
Fuck. Grid’s cock drooled inside his jock briefs. Ricky and Levi caressed his legs, kissed his inner thighs, as Tommy and Gavin sucked his stiff nipples. “Oh my God…” Fingers hooked the wide elastic band of his jock underwear and dragged them down, releasing his raging erection. He gasped hard when Ricky and Levi gave him a simultaneous hand job. No man had ever touched his cock before now, and the experience blew his mind. “Uuhh!” His hips shoved up, pumping their fists. “Yes…fuck…”
His body jerked with a fierce spasm as a hot, wet tongue dragged up the side of his dick—then he was buried in Ricky’s mouth and plunging into his throat.
“Fuck!” he cried and clutched Tommy and Gavin, gasping erratically as Levi and Ricky took turns sucking his cock. Somewhere in the distance, he heard Jamie and Seth crying out they were going to come, Jamie begging Seth to fuck him harder—harder. Grid choked on his own shouts as the two strippers sucked him to a mind shattering orgasm, pulling off him at the last second, jerking him off with their strong fists. “Fuuuck!” Grid strained against the back of the loveseat and fucked their hands wildly as a geyser of cum shot from his cock. “Oh my God…fuck…uuhhh…shit…” His strength fled suddenly, and he sagged against the soft cushions, panting hard.
Over on the pillows, Seth and Jamie lay wrapped up in one another in post-orgasmic bliss.
Ricky leaned up and kissed Grid on the mouth. “So,” he murmured against his lips. “Was your first gay experience everything you imagined?”
Grid laughed breathlessly. “And then some.”
Chapter 7
“I think I’m more nervous about the bachelor party tonight than I am about the wedding.” Angel sat with Axel on the rear porch of Axel and Clint’s house. He looked at Axel. “You’re not going to tell me anything about it?”
“Nope,” Axel smiled and tossed a tennis ball for Jonah. The pup scrambled excitedly after the toy, racing across the yard.
“And I thought we were friends.”
Axel chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll have fun.”
Angel looked over at Kane and Cochise’s house. “They’re coming to the party, too, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And Donald?”
Axel shook his head. “Probably not. Zoe’s away on a gig and Donald doesn’t want to leave John home alone.”
Angel nodded. “How’s everything going with them? Has John remembered anything yet?”
“No.”
Gazing at the other house, Angel asked with a smile, “Has he picked up on Donald’s…affection for him?”
“I don’t know,” Axel laughed quietly. “Donald tries to keep it veiled, but anyone who spends time around them can see it. Maybe John does, too. But if he isn’t into boys, he probably just pretends like he doesn’t see it so he doesn’t have to hurt Donald’s feelings. I know he totally adores Donald, but possibly as just a brother type.”
“Poor Donald,” Angel murmured. “It can’t be easy living in the same house with the object of your desire and trying to constantly hide your feelings. I couldn’t do it.”
Axel smiled, “It isn’t easy. I tried it with Clint, and you all knew I was still crazy about him. You can’t camouflage those kinds of emotions. Not effectively, anyway.”
“So,” Angel nudged Axel. “Are you guys seriously considering adopting a child? Jules needs a little friend.”
Laughing softly, Axel nodded. “Yeah. But not until we’re married. I don’t know if we’ll have any problem with us being a gay couple, but it might work against us if we tried adopting before we were married.”
“True,” Angel agreed, then grinned. “You two better get on the ball, then, and tie that knot.”
“We’re thinking of eloping,” Axel smirked.
“No way!” Angel countered. “Do you know how many people would kick your asses if you did that? Don’t even think about it.”
“Don’t think about what?” Dane stepped out on the back porch with Clint.
Angel looked up at him. “They want to elope? Can you believe that?”
“Elope?” he looked at Clint with a cocked eyebrow.
“That’s the plan,” Clint smiled dryly.
“Like hell,” Dane said. “You two are going to do the whole shebang. No way around it.” He glanced over at the neighboring house and grinned. “Who knows? Maybe Cochise will get his rear in gear and propose to Kane, and you can have a double ceremony.”
Clint cleared his throat and shook his head. “I wouldn’t hold out for that,” he mumbled.
Angel caught the fleeting shadow that passed behind his eyes. “Why?” he asked. “He’s in love with Kane. Bought a house and moved in with him. They even took John in together. They’re a family. Why wouldn’t he ask Kane to marry him?”
The cowboy stared at him but didn’t answer.
Dane interjected. “I guess that’s something we’ll just have to wait and see about.”
The look in Clint’s eyes told Angel that he possibly knew things about the situation that he was keeping to himself.
“Are you ready to go?” Dane asked Angel. “The party is going to start in a couple hours.”
“Yeah.” Angel stood up. “I don’t know if I’m looking forward to this, though.”
Axel rose from the step and smiled. “I told you already, you’ll have fun. Don’t worry.”
“Hm.” Angel eyed him doubtfully. “You better be telling the truth.”’
“Ah, relax, baby,” Dane grinned and hugged him. “We’ll rise to whatever challenge they throw at us. Can’t keep us sexy boys down.”
“You’ll rise, all right,” Axel teased with mischief in his eyes.
♦
Abel rifled through the closet, dressed in dark blue trousers and no shirt. “Do you think we should wear something that’s easy to take off?” He peered over his shoulder and smiled at Devlin. “With Caleb and Samuel and the wild bunch planning this thing, you know they’re going to try and get us out of our clothes before it’s over.”
“Then maybe something that’s difficult to take off,” Devlin chuckled.
“Are you nervous?”
“Kind of, yeah.” Devlin sat on the bed and watched Abel. “Are you really going to make me go?”
Abel turned around. “Yes. I’m not going by myself. Are you crazy?”
Sighing, Devlin leaned forward and smiled. “What’re the chances you’ll dance for me? Like that hot little number you and Caleb performed on stage with Angel at Angel’s birthday party? You still have that devil getup?”
Abel walked over and straddled Devlin’s legs, sitting on his thighs. He wrapped his arms around his neck and scooted up a bit till he was seated firmly on his crotch. “I don’t need a getup to be your little devil.”
“You shouldn’t get me going just before we have to go out.” Devlin cupped his ass and squeezed. “I might just tie you to the bed and have my way with you all night.”
Abel grinned. “And the downside of that is…?”
Devlin chuckled. “There isn’t one, apparently.”
Sliding his fingers through Devlin’s hair, Abel kissed him invitingly then pushed him down on his back. Devlin slid further onto the bed as Abel moved with him and hovered over the top of him. “If you’re nervous, maybe I should relieve your tension before we go.” He opened Devlin’s shirt and kissed the base of his throat, Abel’s velvet tongue licking up over his Adam’s apple. Abel sucked his neck as he shoved one hand into Devlin’s crotch and rubbed him through his pants.
“Mmm…” Abel had incredibly skilled hands that delighted in pleasuring Devlin every change they got.
Abel shifted his hips and opened Devlin’s pants, taking his member out. He was already three-quarters hard and Abel’s soft, strong fist squeezing his shaft took him the rest of the way to a full-on erection. His warm palm seemed to melt to Devlin’s hard muscle and moved up and down the entire length.
“Fuck, baby…” Devlin trembled.
Sliding lower, Abel dropped one foot to the floor, his other knee perched on the bed as he dribbled saliva onto Devlin’s cock and worked it in with his hand, pumping a little faster.
“Oh God…” Devlin lifted his hips, his heart racing. “Yes, baby…that feels good…”
“Is it helping you relax?” Abel murmured and dipped down, blowing all around his cock-head.
“Oooh God yes…don’t stop.”
Abel smiled and sucked the tip.
“Uh!” Devlin gouged the bedspread, and a low pulse began to roll up his cock deep in the center of his shaft.
Abel licked very slowly up the bottom side of his member and teased the head with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh shit,” Devlin panted softly.
Wrapping his lips around the crown, Abel sucked with a sensual, firm pressure as his fist ran up and down the shaft.
“Oh God, Abel…” Devlin arched his hips, aching to bury himself in his lover’s mouth.
Abel released the suction and opened a little wider as Devlin pushed in deeper and began to gently thrust, stroking his cock across Abel’s soft tongue, bumping the back of his throat with the tip.
“Oh fuck yes, baby.” Holding Abel’s head, Devlin pumped his hips lightly. “Uuhh…fuck…suck me, baby…”
Taking over, Abel squeezed his dick in his mouth and stroked up and down his rod; sucking and tugging, faster, harder.
“Fuck…” Devlin raised his knees and hooked his heels on the edge of the bed and thrust urgently. The soft, tight heat of Abel’s mouth and throat propelled him toward orgasm as the boy sucked with added fervor, pumping up and down on his cock. “Uuh! Shit! Of fuck, baby—you’re gonna make me come!”
Abel went at him vigorously, stroking with both his mouth and his hand, wrenching the orgasm loose. Devlin cried out and thrust his hips and emptied himself down Abel’s throat. The tension locked his body as Abel sucked him dry. A hard gasp exploded from Devlin, and he sank into the bed, chest heaving.
“Oh my God,” he shuddered. “You always blow my mind, baby. Every fucking time.”
Crawling up over him, Abel smiled and kissed his mouth. “Feeling relaxed now?”
A heavy sigh surged out of him, and he nodded. “Very relaxed.”
♦
His chest smacked the shower wall, and Gabe grunted as the weight of Cole’s strong, wet body crushed him against the tiles, pinning him place—his long, thick cock shoved to the hilt up Gabe’s ass. Gabe flattened his palms on the wall and braced himself. Cole growled and bit his shoulder, his fingers gouging into Gabe’s hips as he pulled out and slammed in again, wrenching yet another forceful grunt from Gabe.
It had been a while since they’d been this jacked up and wild to fuck. The impending bachelor party did something to their systems and sent them into overdrive. Gabe clenched his jaw; arms strained as he pushed against the shower wall and rammed his ass on Cole’s big dick. “Fuck me!”
Cole came at him without hesitation—or mercy—and pounded his ass, wailing grunts bubbling up his throat. Their wet bodies smacked together with loud slapping echoes that mixed with their grunts and shouts.
“Fuck!” Cole yelled and drilled him harder, his full, heavy balls spanking Gabe’s tight sack as his engorged cock stretched his hole and nailed him deep and hard, beating his prostate gland mercilessly.
“Yes—yes! Fuuuck!” Gabe ducked his head and shoved his brow against the wall, panting and grunting. His dick was a steel rod slapping the wet tiles, flicking cum juice, pulsing and throbbing. “Make me come! Make me fucking come!”
Cole pulled back, bringing Gabe with him, and bent him over. Gabe grabbed his ankles, and Cole gripped his waist, pushing up on the balls of his feet as he drove his cock down into his ass like a piston, hammering his hole. “Uuuh! God!” Cole shouted.
Gabe released one ankle and grasped his own dick, pumping wildly, his strong legs spread wide, supporting him as Cole fucked him furiously. “Shit!” Gabe gasped hard. His balls squeezed and pushed cum into his shaft. “Fuck—I’m coming! Fuck me-fuck me!”
Explosive grunts and growls burst from Cole as he bounced his cock harder into Gabe’s ass. His thrusts became erratic, his body tensing up, and Gabe knew he was going to blow.
Gabe clutched his dick and whipped his fist up and down the swollen shaft, pre-cum splattering his chest. “Uuhhh! Fuck—I’m coming!” His juice shot out as Cole slammed in hard and emptied his load deep in his ass, shoving in with force as he growled tightly and continued to come. He pulled back and thrust in once more, then stood unmoving, body trembling, his cock buried inside Gabe as he slowly urged Gabe upright and they fell against the wall, still connected.
“Shit…” Cole gasped into his wet hair, his body sagging heavily against Gabe’s back. “That was fucking…” He exhaled hard. “…intense.”
Twisting around, Gabe slid shaky arms around his neck and pulled him into a weak kiss. His head dropped back on the wall, and he panted unsteadily. “Fuck…I hope we don’t have to do anything strenuous at the party.” He smiled, he eyes weighted. “Maybe they’ll let us take a nap on the stage.”
Cole grinned and rested his forehead on
Gabe’s shoulder. “Not fucking likely.”
Chapter 8
The four guest of honor couples were seated down front while Caleb took the stage and called for everyone’s attention.
“You gonna do a special giddy-up dance for us, baby?” Cole winked and grinned.
Caleb laughed. “We’ll see. But not just yet.”
“Damn.” Cole pouted.
“Don’t get sour, big boy.” Caleb chuckled into the microphone. “What I do have for you all will blow your socks…and maybe something more…off.”
The guests cheered and whooped.
“This is just a little something to get Y'all in the proper mood.”
“We’re always in the proper mood,” Dane offered up and planted a kiss on Angel’s neck. “But bring it on, baby.”
Caleb smiled at him, and his eyes swept across Dane, Cole, and Gabe. The three men were extra-special to him. After just two weeks at the club, Caleb had been taken into the inner circle of their family. He couldn’t wait for Nick to be released and meet these men—all of them—who were now like his blood brothers.
“I won’t stand up here and bore you with my commentary,” Caleb grinned. “I know you didn’t come here to listen to me chatter, but to see some sexy asses shaking up the stage.”
The small crowd exploded with applause, whistles, and catcalls.
“These four boys need no introduction,” his voice rose a little as music began to pump from the speakers. “Hold onto your butts and your fronts—these hot-blooded beauties take no prisoners and show no mercy.”
Caleb left the stage as the lights blinked out, casting the club into darkness. The stage suddenly exploded with a rainbow of strobing lights. The boys entered through the curtain and lined up across the stage, all four dressed in black suits with red ties, and wearing red fedoras. They stood stone still, heads down, hands clasped behind their backs. The music began to build in tempo, the beat swelling stronger, faster. The dancers’ hips began to sway in a smooth, fluid rhythm as they raised their heads and locked eyes on the four couples.
