Swallowing Mayhem

by James Cox

  Mayhem stepped back. “You take yours off first.”

  I scoffed. “Okay.” Suddenly being shirtless with another man was a big deal. I peeled the black shirt off my torso and threw it on his bed. Mayhem eyed me. I was fit for the peacekeepers but also because I liked jogging. It helped me loosen up. What I wouldn’t give to loosen up right now.

  Mayhem worked on his pants next. He pulled them down his legs slowly, revealing plain white boxers.

  I never would have guessed he wore those. The material tented over his erection. Again, I was both nervous and curious.

  “What are you thinking, Torrin?”

  Honesty, I guess. “I’m thinking you like the same things I do.”

  Mayhem pulled a cigar from the dresser beside him. “I like my cock sucked so deep I can feel your heart beat around me.”

  Okay, I was sure pre-cum just surged out of my slit. I wanted to try that. For the first time, I wanted to try sucking dick.

  “You all right with that?” He was smoking the cigar.

  I’d missed him lighting it, busy staring between his legs. “I think so.” The cinnamon, woodsy smell filled the air.

  “Take your pants off.”

  I blew out a deep breath, hooked my thumbs in my pants, and slid them down. I wasn’t wearing boxers. The moment my pants dropped, I was naked. My first time nude in front of another man, a man I wanted to see without clothes. One I wanted to do wicked, messy, illegal things with.

  Mayhem whistled. “Very nice.” He puffed on the cigar and stepped up to me. “Nice length. Nice width. Slight curve to the right. Your pubic hair is lighter than what’s on your head.” He reached out.

  I held my breath.

  Mayhem touched my abs, stroking them. His rough fingertips felt strange against my skin. But I liked it. I liked it a lot. “We all have Outlaw tattoos.” He mumbled with the cigar between his lips. “I think you should get one right here.” He touched the skin above my dick. His fingers crinkled the coarse hair.

  I jerked then looked away, feeling stupid.

  Mayhem chuckled. “Relax. Breathe.”

  “I swear to you I’m usually a lot more smooth than this.”

  Mayhem rubbed circles in that same area with his fingers. “You’re fucking nervous. It happens.” His thumb eased and swiped across the base of my dick.

  I gasped.

  “Sit on the bed.”

  I leaned back and I was there.

  Mayhem pulled on my jeans then left them near his feet. He knelt before me. The smoke rising up around him like a warning he was hot. Already noted. “Grab yourself.”

  “You mean like masturbate?”

  Mayhem rolled his eyes. “Just listen to me. Grab. Your. Dick.”

  I wrapped my fingers around the base and groaned.

  “Now slide your hand up to the tip.”

  I did as he said, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment only to pop back open as Mayhem placed a hand on each knee. He spread my legs wide, leaning forward. “Mayhem.”

  “Down again.”

  I slid my hand down. Mayhem blew a breath across my balls. Damn, that felt good.

  “Up.” I did, savoring the pleasure that was rushing through my nerves.

  “Down.”

  I skimmed my hand lower. This time Mayhem licked my fingers. My gaze jumped to him kneeling between my legs. If I moved my hand a fraction of an inch, the next touch of his tongue would be on my dick. It had to be different than a woman, didn’t it? Better? I waited for him to tell me to move. My legs stiff, my muscles tense.

  “And up you go.”

  I did. Mayhem sucked my balls. The pleasure that spiked through my body was enough to make a grown man weep. Fuck, I nearly had tears sliding out of my eyes. Mayhem sucked the skin around my balls, using his tongue to move them around. I pumped my dick slowly. Why the fuck was this illegal? Having a man suck my dick was perfect. Arousing. Amazing. Did I mention perfect?

  Mayhem stood. “Do not touch yourself.”

  I let go of my dick, breathing heavily as if I’d been in a fight. Well, I kind of had been. The man who beat me was now before me rubbing his dick through his boxers. My eyes still hurt, but my lip felt better. I licked at it as Mayhem grabbed my chin.

  “Watch. Me. Only.”

  I nodded. Excitement ate away at my nervousness. He moved the boxers down his hips and I stared as his dick was revealed. Fuck, he was beautiful. His penis was thicker rather than longer. It was a slight bit pinkish along the length where the head was covered with foreskin. What peeked out was an almost plum-colored, rounded head. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to touch another guy’s dick. I didn’t think that’d be something I’d ever thought about saying or even contemplating before I met Mayhem. He grabbed his dick, his fingers barely reaching around the full girth. How the hell was that going to fit in my ass? In the videos at class, all we saw were smaller penises and the man underneath was crying out for it to stop. Mayhem stroked his dick. Over and over, from base to tip until a pearl of white formed from his slit. He eased the foreskin back so I could see the shine on his skin.

  “Lick. Me.”

  I swallowed loudly then leaned forward. Here goes a life-altering experience. Either I’d like this or I wouldn’t. I hesitated. Mayhem ran a hand through my hair, gently guiding my head forward. I opened my lips and tasted my first man. He was salty. His pre-cum had an almost woodsy taste to it. I wondered if it was from all the cigars.

  “Take my head between your lips.”

  I did as he instructed. I pushed at the foreskin with my lips so I could get my mouth on his tip. Then I gave him a short suck.

  Mayhem groaned.

  I felt a thrill go through me. I could make this big man, the man that changed my life, groan. And it was a damn good sound. I sucked again, this time running my tongue over his piss slit. Another moan filtered through the room.

  “Enough.”

  I pulled back, licking my lips. “I thought you liked it deep.”

  He grabbed my chin. “I do, Torrin. But I’m not gentle when I fuck a mouth and I don’t want to open your lip again.”

  I had forgotten about that. It’s funny how pain seemed to fade away in the face of desire.

  Mayhem kissed my lips. “Lay back.”

  I rushed to comply.

  “Pull your legs to your chest.”

  Odd but okay. I did as he asked, hugging my legs to my chest. My ass was completely exposed as were my balls. My shaft lay on my torso, still stiff enough to use as a weapon. Mayhem knelt again. This time he ran his hands up and down the back of my thighs.

  “Next time, we’re going to have to get you to shave this.” His thumb ran across my puckered hole.

  I flinched. I didn’t shave my ass. No real man did. Or did they? I didn’t know. It wasn’t something anyone ever talked about.

  Mayhem tugged at a few hairs and made me hiss out a breath. Then he kissed my hole. Actually pressed his lips against me. His tongue lapped and I flinched. He inhaled with the cigar in his mouth and blew the smoke between my legs. It rose around my body like wind. Then Mayhem put the cigar in a tray on the dresser, grabbed a bottle, and returned to the floor.

  “This is self-warming,” he said.

  I heard a squirt then his finger pressed at my entrance. I winced as his thumb penetrated. It felt fucking strange. That smooth lube warming instantly as it touched my skin. Mayhem moved the finger in and out of me. After the initial shock, it actually felt good.

  “Stroke your dick.”

  I reached down, rubbing my cock up and down. That’s when he added another finger. That was a little more awkward. Hell, I had a man’s fingers up my ass. Awkward didn’t begin to describe it. A moan left my lips. It was three fingers that made me flinch and pause. Pain broke across the passion and my dick wasn’t all that excited about it. It softened a tad as Mayhem held the three fingers inside me.

  “Relax, Torrin. I’m going to make you feel really fucking good.”

  And on
that, I believed him. Smoke still rose from the cigar on the dresser. I tilted my head back and watched it swirl as Mayhem pulled his fingers out then back in. I tried to relax my muscles. I stroked my dick a few times to get it back to its former glory. There was another squirt. The fingers went in a bit easier this time. The pain faded. My dick began to plump up again. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation. Then Mayhem stood. There was the snap of a condom opening, and I waited while he rolled it over his beautiful shaft. I watched him towering over me. He spread my legs slightly so he had a view of my erection. Then I felt the head of his dick at my hole. I blew out a breath. I wanted this I told myself over and over. Mayhem eased the head inside me. It stretched me, filled me, and he hadn’t even added the shaft yet. Fucking hell.

  “You’re forgetting to breathe,” he said, his voice strained.

  I inhaled. “Hurts.”

  “Only the first time,” he mumbled. Mayhem rubbed his hand over my dick, pushing it against my torso then cupped my balls.

  The sexual hunger began to surface again. “Oh, that feels good.”

  Mayhem grunted. He pulled his tip out, added more lube then pushed it back in.

  “Just relax, Torrin. Let me inside you.” He pushed.

  I gasped. This time it was all pleasure. Mayhem stroked me as he shoved an inch inside me. He was so wide the pain was returning.

  “I know it fucking hurts,” he growled then pushed more of his impossibly thick erection inside my ass. “I just want to get one full thrust, Torrin. One.” He pushed. “Full.” More of him entered me. “Thrust.” Then he rammed his way in.

  I cried out. It wasn’t all from pain. That had mixed with the lust to create this thin layer of confusion and a thicker layer of ecstasy.

  “Fuck.” He was breathing heavily above me. His hand roamed over my dick and balls. Mayhem pulled out, pushing back in just as slowly.

  “Oh.” I shivered. “That felt better than the first push.” Is this what virgin women felt? The thought was lost as Mayhem started moving faster. The thrust was more firm. His body pushed into mine making me lose all senses but the overwhelming pleasure.

  “You want me to fuck you, peacekeeper?” he asked with a hard thrust.

  “Yes!”

  “Harder?” Mayhem rammed me.

  “Yes!” I wanted more.

  “Deeper?” Another harsh shove.

  “Yes!” I wanted everything.

  Mayhem grabbed my legs, pulling them so they leaned against his long torso. “Thrust into your hand while I fuck your pretty ass, Torrin.”

  I grabbed my cock, stroking it in time with Mayhem. The satisfaction was building. I forgot how to breathe without moaning. Then my orgasm struck like a sudden dust storm. It swirled around me, forcing me to yell out my climax. My nerve endings were on fire, stars exploded all around me as my cum shot out onto my torso. I yelled Mayhem’s name over and over like a fucking chant. His thrusts became harder. He held my legs and pushed his way into my hole like a motherfucking beast. Then he paused, doubled his effort, and called out my name. We were incoherent as he came in my ass. Then he was gasping. He let go of my legs and fell atop me. It was peculiar having a man’s weight on me. I reached out, running my hands along his smooth back. “Mayhem?”

  He grunted the word what as he plucked the condom off.

  “Thank you.” Without him, I would have stayed a peacekeeper. Without him, I would never have indulged my curiosity about another man. He changed me and it was for the better.

  “Torrin.” He placed his lips on mine, our sweaty bodies pressed together. “You’re fucking welcome.”

  Chapter Six

  After catching my breath, I lay in bed next to Mayhem like a lump of dirt. I wasn’t sure what to do. Did we cuddle like I would with a woman? Was that too feminine? Did I want to cuddle?

  “What the fuck you thinking?” Mayhem said, easing onto his side toward me. He actually smiled at me. First time I saw those lips lift to show off a row of white teeth. It made him look softer somehow. “Regretting it?”

  “Nope.” I moved to face him. “I liked it.”

  Mayhem grunted. His hand landed on my chest and slid between my legs.

  He touched my flaccid cock, rolling the balls around and making me jerk. I was still sensitive down there. “My ass hurts,” I murmured. It was like this ache inside me. Awkward, not painful but definitely uncomfortable.

  “Bath would help.”

  It was my turn to grunt. “Only the rich can waste enough water for a bath.” Even with the technology making water, it was still a precious commodity.

  “Shower then.” Mayhem sat up. He stretched his shoulder blades and found his cigar, sucking on it.

  I sat up next to him. We were just two men sitting here naked. I placed my hand on his thigh and Mayhem winked at me.

  “Don’t know why I always make my life so fucking complicated.” He grabbed my hand, moving it over to his hanging shaft and pressed the two together. “I fight a relationship for years. Focusing on the cause then out of nowhere you come. A damn peacekeeper and I’m...I’m fucking smitten.”

  I laughed, wrapping my fingers around him. Mayhem was soft. I could enclose his girth so I stroked him. It was too soon for a repeat performance, but I liked touching him. It made this illegal act seem more romantic. “Former peacekeeper.”

  Mayhem grunted.

  “We’ll tell Outlaw tonight?” I didn’t want to hide anything from the club. Not anymore. I had taken a leap into Mayhem’s arms and that meant another jump into the world of the Outlaws.

  Mayhem stood.

  I got a view of his tight ass muscles and his balls hanging. I reached out, shoving my hand between his legs and stroking the sacs. That cigar smell was getting strong. I realized Mayhem was standing there smoking, letting me do all the touching I wanted. I stood, moving in front of him and kissed him. He tasted smoky as our tongues met and played. My hands moved to his hips and our lower bodies squeezed together. We were both soft, but the act of doing this felt so right, so perfect, so gay. I pulled away. Mayhem returned the cigar to the dresser then grabbed me. He held me from behind, wrapping his arms around my chest. His mouth sucked at a patch of flesh on my neck as he tugged at my flat nipples. I groaned. My dick nudged ever so slightly.

  “Shower. Now,” Mayhem said. He clasped my hand and led me into a connecting bathroom.

  It was small. The sink drew up into the wall, which was down. Right next to that was a toilet bowl that also folded into the wall. It was down too. Mayhem kicked both in with his foot then went to the shower in the corner. It would barely fit us. Then again, it was just a pipe coming out of the wall. We could take turns. He turned on the water and tested it with his fingers. I watched him. I’d never thought I’d be in a position to watch a naked Mayhem getting a shower ready for us. Mind. Blown. He pushed me under the water. The temperature was a little warm for me, but it felt good on my sore muscles. I stood under it, closing my eyes and savoring the heat.

  “Turn around.”

  I did. Mayhem placed his sudsy hand on my shoulders. He rubbed at my skin hard enough to sooth the muscles. Well, fuck me, he was going to wash my back. I placed my hands on the wall. Mayhem rubbed along my spine, moving to my hips and making sure my skin was practically tingling from his contact. He moved me under the water and I watched the bubbles swirl down the drain. Then he pushed me back to the wall. Mayhem knelt behind me. He bit my ass cheek, not hard but enough to make me yelp. He chuckled as he squeezed my cheeks and pulled them apart. I waited, anticipating his next move. His tongue found my sore hole. He poked and prodded as the water poured over his kneeling frame. My dick was trying hard to wake up. I felt myself stiffen but not enough to get another orgasm in. An hour. Maybe.

  Mayhem stopped and stood. “Turn again.”

  I did. This time he soaped up his hands and washed my chest. I watched him closely as he rubbed down my abs and took my dick in his hand. He tugged on it, swirling his fingers over my balls. T
he pleasure made me lean back and groan.

  “Later you’re going to be screaming my name.” Mayhem sealed the delicious threat with a kiss. Then he went about washing himself.

  “I want to help.”

  “Later. You’re too sore to fuck again.” He washed quickly. “And if you touch me, my dick will be going up your ass.” He finished up and let me clean myself up completely. Mayhem watched the whole thing and when we were done, we walked naked into his bedroom. I wanted to spend more time with him. I wanted to wake up naked, go to sleep naked, eat naked, exercise naked, be naked all the damn time with Mayhem. “Get dressed, Torrin,” he ordered as he went about finding clothes for himself.

  I was wearing my blue jeans with a plain black shirt and he wore all black. It made his gruff exterior look tougher. My eye was swollen and sore, slightly red but not black. My split lip was also a pink almost red color, but the laser pen was knitting the skin well. We exited the room in time to see Outlaw.

  He paused walking down the hall and stared up at us like he’d seen a creature with two heads and an extra-long, erect cock that was drooling cum. His lips parted to speak, but nothing came out. Then he scoffed and walked past. “Our guest is on his way. Church in ten.”

  Mayhem didn’t respond. He took a deep breath.

  Was he thinking about how to break my betrayal to Outlaw? I was nervous about that still. What if Outlaw didn’t take the government blueprints? Wouldn’t he have to? That would help the cause. Not many people have been in the government building. Only extremely loyal or those that the government can have leverage on. I was only in there because of my father. Now, I had the memory that they needed.

  “I can fucking hear you worrying from here,” Mayhem said. He grabbed my hand, our fingers twining, and we walked hand in hand down the hall.

  Holding hands with a man. That was new too. He stopped in the living room. I saw Outlaw walk into the chapel. Whip gave us a lifted brow then continued in that direction. His wrists full of shiny bracelets that rattled as he passed. Strange character that one. Chaos and his lover Beau went into the chapel next and Mayhem turned me to face him. His lips fell on mine before I could stare into his eyes. Then worry was swept away with passion and the scratch of stubble. I was sliding my hands up to his shoulders, grabbing a handful of his still damp long hair and the kiss turned into anything but chaste. He was sticking his tongue inside my mouth, our lips smashing together as our bodies started to touch. I wanted him again. So soon and I felt this craving for him. Damn, I was hooked on Mayhem like a drug.