Rough Attraction

by Talon p. s.

  Even now, without the presence of a fancy car, Darko saw the man before him the knight in shiny armor still fit, rather than himself being seen as that gallant knight who’d done the actual rescue. Just something about this man’s demeanorr made him shine like dark glossy paint in the dim of his living room. His knight toed the dress shoes off next, pausing for only a moment to read over the framed poster on the wall showing a straight-on view of several muscular men seated, lined-up one behind the other in a fierce tug of oars. On the bottom, the caption read— Real athletes row. Everyone else just plays ball. His knight turned, looking at him as if deciphering— fan, fanatic or involved player?

  Darko decided to let the man find out for himself and he licked his lips as the shirt came off and found its way on yet another form of furniture. “I really didn’t expect you to show. I didn’t plan anything for dinner.” Darko confessed out-loud to break the silence.

  The man stopped and looked at him, “You got a phone and an address right?”

  Darko shot him a perplexed glance.

  “Take out will do—” and the man headed down the hall. “After I’ve fucked you!” he called back.

  Darko smiled to himself. That suited him just fine. Only when his intended didn’t venture back, Darko went looking for him, finding him in his bedroom standing at the dresser. His guest’s watch and wallet now placed on top. His finger pressed to his wallet as he glanced around as if he was forgetting something, then quite purposely moved toward the nightstand, next to the bed. He pulled the top drawer, found what he was looking for, and tossed a bottle of lube and a few square foils on the bed.

  His pants were next to come off then dropped down on the bed with a bounce before positioning himself into the perfect come-hither pose, leaning back on the headboard. “Do you plan to get naked with me? Or do you always fuck with your clothes on?”

  Darko walked to the dresser, snatching up the wallet and flipped it open.

  “I didn’t know I was paying for this.” The man on his bed commented smoothly.

  “You’re not.” Darko assured him and read the name on the driver’s license. “I just wanted to know who I am about to fuck—” he returned the wallet back to the dresser and looked at the man, “Maxum St. Laurents.” If Darko thought the man looked utterly tasty in the dark suit, he looked even more mouth-wateringly desirable in the nude and stretched out over his bed as if the man owned it.

  Full and heavy, Maxum’s penis sprang from a shallow nest of dark, silky hair. Bigger might not make the man a better lover, but it was certainly prettier to look at; cut, pinkish, with strong veins. It matched Darko’s eight uncut inches of dark rosy flesh, though he figured he might have the man on girth. Darko watched, transfixed, as the knight stroked himself and one pearlescent drop appeared.

  “Like what you see?” Maxum asked from the bed.

  Darko folded his arms over his chest nearly chewing his lower lip off with the view, as he leaned back on the dresser to enjoy it a little longer. “Oh, I was liking it this morning when I pulled over to steal that kiss off you.” He took a deep breath and let it out with a groan, “It’s just getting better.”

  Maxum flipped his cock with his thumb, letting it slap back hard against his belly. All for show. “Are you going to join me anytime soon?”

  Darko made a half-hearted shrug, “You know, I’ve lived here three years now, and I don’t think my bed has ever looked as good. I’m liking the new accessory upgrade.”

  “Wait until you try them on.”

  Darko pushed off the dresser and pulled his t-shirt up over his head.

  A hungry approval came from the awaiting man, “View from this side of the room, looks good, too.”

  “It’s about to get even better.” Darko offered the languid lure and stepped to the foot of the bed, easing his zipper down, brushing the sides down, slowly enough to torture his guest. His thumbs caught his briefs and tugged them downward, just far enough to let his cock spring free. Letting the edges snap up just under his scrotum.

  Maxum’s gaze licked over the approaching man’s body. It was far better than he had imagined. In fact, from what he could see as Darko unzipped his jeans and the dark tanned flesh of his uncut, swollen shaft sprang free, the man was perfect for the satisfaction of any desires a man could ask for. “Ah, fuck you’re a sight to see.” His breath picked up, his veins pumping hard with his need racing through him. Damn, he was dying to get inside him already. Heady lust. Maxum stroked his cock with a flattened palm, watching with flaring hunger as the man eased down on the bed, one knee, next a hand, then the other, and slowly came crawling towards him. His host’s cock bobbing from his jeans as he crept closer, dropping his head down and kissing as he did so. First to his ankle, soon after applying a wet one towards the underside of one knee then the next— ahh, shit— then his thigh.

  Before Maxum even was aware of his motor control, he offered his own shaft up for a pass of his host’s tongue, and the man didn’t refute him. “Fuck yes.” He hissed at the first glance of the man’s moist caress. Not even a faint teasing one. The man licked him with full-on contact with the flat of his tongue from stem-to-stern of his erect rod. Blue eyes, like cobalt glass, looking right up at him. Maxum nearly chuckled as it occurred to him the lights were still on. Almost —because, precisely when he started to think this was funny, this man’s mouth came right over the head of his cock and was instantly working it over. All thought, funny or not, was gone. The tongue pressed against the soft underside of Maxum’s gland and damned if his hips didn’t practically come flying off the bed in response. “Oh fuck.” He groaned with considerable encouragement so it would continue.

  Darko took that as his queue— and oh yeah, this man was in dire need of having his junk worked over. He hooked both of Maxum’s legs in his arms and rolled with a hard push, bringing the man’s entire body with him until Darko was on his back with Maxum’s knees planted at either side of his head, and he swallowed his knight’s cock down without pause. A trail of curses blasting out over him fueled his motives, and he worked double time over the turgid flesh with his tongue, the muscles of his jaws tightening around the shaft adding extra hug to the sides of Maxum’s cock. Darko’s hands stroked up the fine-tuned body, feeling out smooth ribs and a soft, rippling muscle that tapered down to a trimmed waist and then that ass. Oh, yeah, the ass— it felt as good in his hands as it had looked in the expensive slacks earlier this morning. Taking hold of Maxum’s hips, Darko began to lift him, pumping his member into his mouth. Mmmm— but he couldn’t help himself to like how he tasted and smelled. All manly-man and exquisitely groomed.

  Albeit, before Darko had much of a chance to enjoy it as thoroughly as he planned, Maxum was moving, his cock popping free from Darko’s mouth, and was moving down his body, “Hey, I wasn’t done with that.” He objected and sat up to lay a wet claim over the retreating body with his mouth.

  Maxum’s response only managed to come out as a groan as that wet morsel of a mouth laid a trail up his chest as he attempted to position himself down over his host. He forced himself to slow to a crawl enjoying the trail of pleasure Darko gave him. Maxum glanced down his body— blue eyes, dark with lust stared up at him, watching, while the man’s tongue sought out one of his nipples. The blue eyes closing just when he clamped down on one, the sight and sensation jolted his entire body. He sank lower to have more, pressing into the exquisite mouth sucking his nip, but it only tested his already lack of pacing. “Fuck babe. I gotta have a taste of your ass right now.” Maxum growled, hoping this lover would not only understand, but also be complacent about his sudden compulsion.

  He couldn’t hold back, his hands finding and gripping the open fly of his blue-eyed host’s jeans; he rolled to his back and yanked the man’s body up over him. Every inch of Maxum’s body and need, arched up to meld seamlessly against Darko’s. Their mouths came crashing into one another, while Maxum’s hand sought out their cocks, already grinding into each other like mating snakes. He g
rasped them both in his fist, stroking over them together. “Oh fuck.” He cursed, drowning in this energy of pure pleasure. Like the very first time he slid into the seat of his brand new Bugatti. How his whole body hummed and tingled with exhilarated anticipation of the first test drive on the German track. Knowing he didn’t have to hold back. He could push the car to its ultimate limits and still push further, and the car would take it. The man stretched over his body, hot and grinding with him like the exotic roadster laying tracks, taking everything he could dish out and welcomed even more of it.

  Making the exchange even hotter was having the lights on— seeing every detail— every nuance of the other man’s body. Maxum sat up forcing his host up on his knees, straddled over his own legs. He glanced down at the uncut cock, swollen to its fullest, just waiting. A drop of clear fluid hung from the slit, beckoning him and Maxum needed no further invitation, and he was there, licking down on that gorgeous piece of meat.

  Darko let out a loud groan as Maxum practically bowled him backwards to sit back on his heels while his knight tongued over his cock like he was licking the last remnants of a favorite flavor from a plate, then swallowed him up in one movement. Maxum didn’t just suck; the man was gobbling him up like a man starved of the pleasure. Bent backwards, Darko tried to prop up on an arm and watch Maxum work him over, but fuck if it wasn’t the best cock sucking he could recall, forfeiting technique with unbounded enthusiasm. Thus, Darko surrendered his back to the bed and it was all he could do just to stay sane.

  Right when he was delivered to the edge of losing that last nanometer of sanity, Maxum was flipping him without request, hands spreading his cheeks wide and that mouth, showing no signs of slowing down or backing off, came down over his hole. Darko’s hands fisted into bed covers that had already since been pulled from their proper placement and were well tussled, before he and Maxum had even gotten to the part of fucking. He buried his face and moaned— followed up with a hiss— then moaned again. Damned, if the guy wasn’t igniting all his torches. It felt so good like nothing he’d had. Oh, he’d been rimmed before, but not from a hungry beast, as he was now. Maxum’s face was full on buried in his ass. His tongue alternating between broad licks, firm tongue-fuckings, and full-on suction. But, Darko knew he was in for the ride when two moistened fingers slowly found their way into his well loosened ass going straight for his glory spot. Darko slammed his face into the bed covers and relented to the onslaught of intense pleasure, gasping in its wake. Dammit, his mind and body already agreeing to take bottom placement right about then.

  It was a good thing Darko was in silent agreement to bottom, because once his ass was well sucked and washed over, Maxum was lining up behind him. He heard the rustle of foil, a moment later he felt the cock sliding down his crevice, rocking and sliding— rocking and sliding— then slowly pushed in. Darko curled up and gasped with the initial stretch. It had been too long, but Darko wasn’t about to say no now, because he wanted it. He wanted this man, anyway he could have him, and with any luck, he’d have Maxum both ways. He forced himself to relax, his back arching, angling his ass to have that cock all the way up inside him, and he rocked on his hands and knees, nudging back, impaling himself inch by exquisite inch.

  Maxum dropped a heavy hand down on the man’s back steadying himself more than anything, as the exotically free-spirited man worked his own body down on his cock. Full-throttle— pedal to the metal— rang in his ears yet as the countdown of the mark, get-set, go! Lights lit up a brilliant green. He just sat there, mesmerized in the glory of it for a moment. However now, when Maxum felt the other man’s balls slap back against his own; the shell shock of freedom shattered and his body responded. Hips drawing back, his brain zeroed on the exquisite sensation of the men’s tight ring hugging his dick. Sliding back once more, Maxum rammed all the way in, nearly throwing his lover face down on the bed.

  “Fuck baby. I want, no— I need to pound your ass.”

  “Stop talking and start pounding then.” Mister blue-eyes shot the verbiage over his shoulder at him, and that was all the permission Maxum needed. Moving his hands to the man’s hips Maxum braced himself and pulled out, hammered in, and set the pace for an unrelenting hard fucking. Every stroke from there promised no respite until they had both plastered each other in spunk. The room filled with the curses and groans of intense pleasure, and fuck it smelled good, the sweat of their bodies ignited the colognes they both wore; blended notes of basil, rum, and something citrusy mixed with the lure of what Maxum wore, carrying a woody and chocolaty smell. All this coiled about with the scents of human musk and sex. Fuck, it was good.

  Despite Maxum’s pummeling, Darko managed to hold his ground underneath him, hands fisted into the bed covers to anchor himself in place. He pushed back, matching Maxum’s thrusts, his ass meeting Maxum’s hips in a regular rhythm. Each time he thrust into Darko’s tight channel, Maxum’s cock nudged his gland and sent ripples of pleasure searing through Darko’s body.

  Darko’s arms and legs began to tingle, his muscles turning to rubber, as his orgasm built inside him until he feared he wouldn’t be able to support his own weight. He forced his body to comply, turning to glance at the man driving into him; his knight was definitely shining now, glowing with a profound hunger and a sheen of sweat beading over his skin. Maxum switched a knee for a foot on the bed and began changing his angle with each thrust, grinding in circular assaults. Each slide into his ass driving him insane, and Darko found himself slamming his face into the bed biting into the covers. His cock jutting up his belly aiming straight for his chin was threatening to fire off any moment, and he wasn’t sure about the sounds he was making but he seemed to be making a lot of them.

  “Damn babe, your hole quivers around my cock when you’re ready to come. Go ahead—” Maxum hissed, “let loose.” He pushed home, angled just right to catch his lover’s glory spot, one last time, sliding across it until he bottomed out and stilled there, feeling the body under him clench around his cock with the spasm that was destined to run a course through the man’s balls and shoot out the evidence in white jets of cum, all over his torso and the bed. Maxum saw the movement of an arm, knowing full well the lover’s hand laid home around his own cock. The strained muscles of his shoulder and upper arm gauged the vice gripe that had been attributed to his handling, while the man grunted and moaned with each convulsion under him. Damn, it looked good watching and feeling this man. Maxum could feel the ability, or perhaps the desire to become completely addicted to this man.

  No matter for that now, he wasn’t done yet. He pulled out only long enough to flip his rendered lover once again then came down between Darko’s legs and sank back inside the lush walls of his ass. Maxum pumped, picking back up where he left off forcing the man to ride out a flood of aftershocks. Each one a tantalizing squeeze around his cock as he drove inside Darko’s ass until he couldn’t hold his orgasm any longer. Maxum pulled out, ripping the condom from his cock just in time to fire off his load, adding it to the spillage already painted on the man’s torso. So intense, as Maxum’s muscles contracted and tore at him, he could barely manage to bark out the groans he wanted to express as jet after hot jet of cum erupted from him until every ounce of bodily strength spilled out with the last drop. When it was over Maxum came down hard, almost crushing the body under him. Yet, he was pleased to find no harm was done when arms caught him and welcomed the weight. So, he gladly surrendered it.

  He could have easily drifted into a deep bliss then and there, but the calloused hands that stroked over his back felt good, a lingering contact that called him to stay alert. Don’t let it end yet, take the moment for every drop of indulgence he could. Of course, the first try to rev up some physical strength barely got him up on his elbows, but as he did, there were those deep-blue eyes watching him under a lazy gaze that equaled his own. And they chuckled at each other. Maxum couldn’t figure it out, but his lust was so well sated at that moment, he found himself touched with some bizarre form of i
ntimacy. At least that’s what he thought it was. Because he heard so many speak of it, but he’d never known it himself. Like a mythological occurrence. The next thing he knew his hand was caressing the side of the man’s head, brushing his wavy, coffee-colored hair, now pasted to his forehead from the sweat. “I don’t know your name.” He whispered as his gaze drifted over the man’s features. Rugged, European cut facial features, and some American-grown bad boy.

  “Did you want to know my name?” Darko asked, seemingly fond of basking in the after bliss for a while with or without particulars.

  Maxum nodded as his attention now, became transfixed on the man’s lips, even as his body was sluggishly starting to wake up again. Their legs were stitched against each other, while their chests seemed to be in a raspy competition for the small space of air between them. Such an oddity to be sharing this afterglow with a stranger, yet he was liking it, all the same. Maxum felt the blood trickling back down to his cock, it was crazy, but the twitch against his thigh said it was happening. His attention went back to those lips realizing he hadn’t kissed them nearly as much as he wanted to, and he nodded again, not sure what he was agreeing to any more.

  “My name is Darko. Darko Laszkovi.”

  And right at that moment, Maxum dropped down over Darko’s lips and molested them with a hungry kiss, growling out a husky version of the name in between. His hands moved over Darko’s body in a rough caress, mapping out turns and corded muscles to match the body with the name in his mind. Enjoying every inch caught under his body.