Bared Desires

by Mason Lee

  Brent moved closer. He needed to feel Riley's warmth.

  “Do you think this is easy for me? I've never felt this way before, Riley.” He bit his lip and set down the cup. Raising Riley's hand to his mouth, he kissed the center of his palm and then the place on his wrist where he felt his pulse thud. “This is all new for me,” he said and drew closer and closer until he could feel Riley's breath on his face and he swallowed hard before making his request. “Can I kiss you?”

  Riley didn't answer and instead pulled Brent's hair as he opened his mouth and accepted Brent's tongue with a soft moan. All of the heat and the desire that had been locked away was suddenly free and Brent gave Riley his mouth. It was his entirely and he met his embrace with wet, smacking lips and his teeth. Brent never wanted it to end and he knew that when Riley released him, he needed to kiss him all over. He was starving and there was only one thing that could satisfy him now.

  Riley set his cup aside and when the first kiss ended, he held Brent's face in both hands and his green eyes were wet and sad and full of the same need that Brent had choked back for so long.

  “Just promise me something, Brent,” his voice was breathy and the brogue sent a chill down Brent's spine. He had heard it in his mind over and over. “You'll be honest with me. Just do that, okay?”

  Brent nodded his head yes; if he were honest at that moment, he needed to get home. He had no intention of leaving though and he sank to the floor on his knees and reached up to kiss Riley's neck, running his tongue down the tender skin on his throat, kissing a path to his chest and stopping to tug at Riley's erect nipple. Riley's head sank back on the couch and he sighed, “Brent, oh, baby, that feels so good.”

  Brent wanted to be his baby. He wanted to be everything with this man and when Brent opened his mouth around the pink nub and then closed his lips around it and sucked, he felt Riley shudder under him. Passing his tongue over the tip of his nipple, he lapped and bathed the sweet spot as his hand sought the other bit of flesh that Riley clearly wanted him to caress. Brent felt Riley's legs open wider. His cock was fully risen and Brent could feel it pushing into his chest. He remembered his new obsession with rimming and although he still hadn't decided if he wanted to give or receive more, this morning, he was going to taste every inch of Riley.

  Brent continued to kiss down his body, the line that ran down his muscled belly, knowing that Riley was watching every move made it even sweeter.

  “Brent, Jesus I'm so hard for you,” the man said and lifted his hips when Brent unzipped him and, in just seconds, he was finally kneeling in front of Riley, in the perfect position to worship his beautiful, thick cock.

  He had never done this before and it seemed worth mentioning.

  “This is my first time,” he whispered, his breath caressing Riley's pulsing erection when he spoke.

  Riley's dick responded by leaking precum and the man thrust his hips up.

  “That's right, you really are a virgin, aren't you, Brent?”

  Brent wrapped his hand around the base of his dick and squeezed, more of Riley's liquid ran from him and he nodded in agreement before licking it up. Riley tasted hot and salty. His essence was in his mouth, running down his throat and it made Brent's body quiver to know that the man would leave some traces behind inside him.

  He used the tip of his tongue along Riley's large slit and drank from the source, swallowing every bit of juice that he could get. Brent's cock strained to get free and the more he gulped down, the harder he was, the more of his own want dripped from him. He listened to Riley, his breath came faster and harder and his fingers were running through Brent's black hair.

  “Oh, God, that's so fucking hot, watching you lick me,” Riley's cock jolted and seemed to beckon him to take more. The round head was so beefy and the ridge on the underneath side was a perfect place to slide his tongue back and forth. “Yes, take your first cock, baby,” he moaned, “that cock was made for your mouth.”

  Brent didn't have a plan but he knew what the man in the sauna had done to him and the intensity of the pleasure that he had provided with his tongue. He also knew that he wouldn't last long and he reached down to his own zipper and tugged it, pulling his dick out and trembling as he felt all the want from the night before return fully. Wrapping his fingers tightly around Riley's hot root, he continued to bathe the man's engorged head as he wet the couch with a stream of his own precum.

  “God, what are you doing to me, Brent?” Riley moaned. He didn't push. He didn't try to force anything, although Brent knew if he had, that he would accept every inch of his lover's cock down into his throat. This was tender, gentle, Brent told himself. This was lovemaking. The kind that he'd always wanted and never allowed himself. He moved down Riley's round, veiny shaft and flicked his tongue along every ridge, tasting him and swallowing until he arrived at his small, tight sack.

  Riley curled his body up when Brent passed his tongue around one testicle and then the other, caressing his lover softly, his mouth was so wet he could feel the saliva run down his chin, soaking Riley's crotch. Riley's erection throbbed in his hand and the blond man could barely speak when he told him, “Jesus Christ, Brent, I want you so much.”

  It was time. Brent was famished and the videos and the anonymous coupling at the health club had only stoked his desire. He licked softly along Riley's perineum and his lover seemed to know where he was headed. He felt Riley move on the couch, bringing his legs up and exposing his pink bud for Brent. He stopped and inhaled deeply. His lover smelled of soap and a hint of his cologne and a bit of the brine that he had just tasted from his cock. It was warm and enticing and Brent cupped the man's cheeks with both hands and touched his anus with the tip of his tongue. The sound that came from Riley was something that an animal would make, a growl, something raw and needy and Brent continued, lapping and circling, tasting every sweet inch of Riley's pink hole.

  Brent pushed his tongue inside and licked and swallowed, his wet mouth penetrating his lover for the first time. It was the first of so many things for Brent and he was determined to wallow in every sensation. He heard Riley move again and felt his cheeks spread further apart and then there was the soft, slapping noise and when he looked up, he saw that his lover was masturbating for him.

  “Baby, that's so good. That's so perfect,” he groaned, rocking his hips back and forth as Brent began to push his tongue in deeper. “You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you? Fuck, I've thought about this forever.” Brent's cock was leaking and slapping his pelvis, frantic for any bit of friction; his orgasm was so near.

  Still, he wanted to immerse himself. Sliding in and out, feeling Riley on his mouth, his lips pressed against his most intimate place. If he wasn't so far gone, he wished that he hadn't been so insane with his immediate need. If only he could last longer, there was so many more delights that he had wanted for so long. As it was, jerking himself harder and harder as his tongue probed Riley's delicious ass was all he could take. When he pushed deeper inside Riley's anus, he felt the contraction there and he knew that he was going to feel Riley's release as well.

  “Fuck me, baby. Yes, fuck me with that sweet tongue. Oh, God, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum so hard for you, Brent…”

  Riley was moving under him faster and faster, thrusting his ass into Brent's eager mouth and both of them had reached a gasping pinnacle at the same time. Riley began to clench and shake as he called out, “Brent, yes, oh Brent,” saying his name over and over as he began to climax in long, pearly ropes. Feeling Riley's body spasm and having his tongue at his center, it was a whole new experience for Brent. He could feel his lover vibrate from the inside and Brent almost sobbed with delight when he finally let go.

  He threw his head back with a roar and felt the semen rush from him and splatter the couch as well his hand. “Riley,” he moaned. He was looking at the man's flushed face now, shuddering as he pulled his cock harder, squeezing out every last drop. “Riley, yes…” Brent's hand was still on his dick as he sank
into Riley's arms and felt his lover's cum soak into him, his warm skin on his own, they panted in time as their bodies writhed in ecstasy.

  Everything else stopped. There was only this. Riley's heart beating under him and their hands and their orgasm. Brent looked up and saw the blond smiling back at him.

  “My God, we are good together,” Riley murmured before pulling him close for another kiss. This embrace was gentle. Their tongues slipping and sliding. Their immediate need satiated, they lingered and took the others breath until their mouths closed and their lips only touched.

  Brent moved up from the floor and was going to sit, but realized that they were both a mess, covered in the remainder of the others sticky cream.

  “I have to clean up, I think…” he made a face as he got up. If he could spend the day naked in his lover’s arms, he would never have given it a second thought. It would be heaven to luxuriate in his body and in his essence all over his skin. Brent knew that it wasn't possible right now, though.

  Riley knew it too and he nodded, “Right, you have to go home to the little woman, don't you?”

  “I've never been out until morning,” Brent whispered. Really, he'd been a very good husband when he thought about it. Punctual, predictable, he came home directly from work. He helped with anything Suzanne needed. “I have been really boring for a long time.”

  Riley looked him in the eye, saying, “Impossible.” He touched his face, smiling and saying, “You know where the bathroom is.”

  Brent washed up and soon he was buttoned and presentable. Suzanne would never notice but as he looked at his reflection, he could see the change immediately. He was glowing. His blue eyes danced with excitement and emotion. He was obviously in love.

  He didn't want to say good-bye and when he melted into Riley's embrace as they stood at the door, he knew that neither of them did. His lover ran his hands down his back and finally cupped his cheeks, pushing his groin into Brent's.

  “That was not what I imagined our first time would be at all, but it was amazing just the same.”

  It was reassuring to know that Brent wasn't the only one who had immersed himself in a fantasy world. “What did you think it would be like?” he asked innocently.

  Riley had much more experience with these types of situations. “Honestly, I guess that I thought that like most married guys who think they're straight that you would want me to pop your cherry.”

  He did, but it wasn't the right time to mention it. Instead Brent asked, “Is that what you usually do?” Brent sucked on Riley's bottom lip, running his tongue back and forth on his mouth for a moment, before adding, “Just fuck them and send them home?”

  His lover sighed. His eyes were half-closed and when Brent pulled away, he admitted, “It's happened before. It's not what I want but when you're with a married man, you don't always get what you want.”

  He had heard this from Sandra and remembered how disappointed she had been with her lover.

  “I want to give you what you want, Riley,” Brent admitted. Why couldn't it work? They had all the time in the world if they tried.

  Riley kissed his forehead, answering, “Be careful what you promise, Brent. Don't tell me what I want to hear. Tell me the truth.” He sounded vulnerable and all Brent wanted to do was clutch him to his heart and kiss him a hundred more times.

  “The truth is,” he had to whisper it - he couldn't look at him when he finally confessed, “I think I’m falling in love with you. I don't want you to fuck me and send me home, not now, not ever.”

  Riley's emerald, green eyes were full of emotion. “When am I going to see you again?”

  Riley was not going to respond to his declaration right now and Brent understood; he was still holding back and it was up to Brent to prove himself.

  “Tomorrow,” Brent said and kissed his hand as he moved toward the door, “and the next day and the next.”

  Riley had never looked unsure of himself before and Brent found it endearing that he did as he walked out into the hall. “I'm so fucked,” he told Brent with a smile and waved good-bye.

  The closer Brent got to his home, the more conflicted he felt. He had been lost in the tenderness and the overwhelming pleasure and finally having the release that he'd craved for so long. Now he knew that every minute he was in the house was a lie, another lie on top of another one. Even if Suzanne wouldn't see it on his face, how long would it be before he'd trip himself up? He had to keep it simple.

  When he tip-toed into the kitchen, she was standing there, holding a cup of coffee, a scowl on her face.

  “Where the hell were you?” Suzanne asked. She wasn't happy. He had to diffuse this quickly.

  “You wouldn't believe it,” Brent tried to sound miserable about the last few hours even though they had been the happiest of his life. “My boss called me in the middle of the night and the guy was drunk and had lost his keys,” he shook his head as if he couldn't believe the nerve of that Riley.

  “And he called you?” Suzanne didn't sound like she believed it either.

  He poured himself a cup of coffee. The one thing that he would love right now was to go back to bed for a few hours and dream about being in his lover's arms. His wife was sure to have other plans so he needed more caffeine.

  “I guess I'm the only guy whose phone number he has,” he finished half of the cup quickly, “he did just move here from Ireland.”

  She wasn't done, and asked, “And it took you all this time to find his keys?”

  He needed to get better at this. He answered, “Well, he was drunk. He could barely get up the stairs, so I helped him get inside. And then I fell asleep on his couch because I was totally wiped out.” It was essentially the truth, leaving out the passionate kissing and the mutual orgasm that came later. He could taste Riley inside him and he knew that under the shirt, he still smelled of his body. Brent would have to wash it off but he didn't want to.

  Suzanne scooped her hair back and stretched, before saying, “Wow, that guy has some nerve. First he takes your job and then he wants favors from you.”

  Brent understood what he had to do. As he spent more and more time away, late nights, early mornings, it had to be him catering to the demands of a relentless, slave driver. He could be honest with Riley, but not both of them. There was no time like the present.

  “Yeah and he's not even going to be around much for the next couple of months. There's some kind of class that GlobalTech is making him go to so I'm going to be in charge again.”

  Suzanne smiled and said, “See, maybe Mr. Williamson is coming to his senses. He probably sees that this Riley guy was the wrong choice. Maybe if you work really hard, they'll get rid of him after all.”

  It couldn't be this easy. It shouldn't be this easy, but it was and he patted her on the behind as he told her, “I've got to jump in the shower and wake up a little, honey.”

  He didn't even have the urge to masturbate like most mornings. He was empty. He had spent himself with Riley and he was just as enamored with the idea of kissing him as he was the rest of his body. Brent smelled his lover on his hands, his chest, everywhere. He was covered in the evidence of their lovemaking and as it trickled away, down the drain and he could hardly wait for the next time.

  Brent threw himself into the day and his work. That was the only way he was going to make it and he didn't allow himself to check his phone even once. If Riley sent him a message, if he read it, if he allowed himself to run back into his fantasy world, he would jump in the car and drive straight to his apartment again. He had to be patient.

  Later, once the kids were in bed, he glanced at the phone. No call, no text. Riley knew all about dating a married man and Brent wondered if he was lost in the slow, erotic daydream of the two of them entwined as Brent had been all day. He checked the computer as well, just in case and found a message from Doug. It was strange. Now that he had moved on, rather than feel the sickening anxiety that used to come when he thought of his roommate, he just smiled.

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nbsp; It was brief. His last contact with Doug had been a lie. Riley was just a passing fancy and that he had moved on. Doug sounded happy but surprised.

  “Good for you. If you're happy, that's all that matters and just because you have chemistry with someone, doesn't mean it has to be a relationship, does it?”

  If Doug only knew about the chemistry that boiled between him and Riley - it made their college tryst seem quite forgettable.

  “Anyway, say hi to your wife and I would love to meet your kids one day. I talked to Zach and told him that I'd like to invite you to the wedding. He was kind of teasing me about it and sounded a little suspicious at first but then he agreed. I didn't know how you would feel about coming to a gay wedding. Let me know if you'd be up for it though and I'll get you an official invite. Of course, bring a plus one.”

  Doug had said plus one and not Suzanne. Was it an oversight? It had been so long since he'd spent time with Doug, it was difficult to know if it meant nothing or if it was a not so subtle hint that Brent might want to bring someone other than his spouse. He wondered if Doug knew all along what he was just now beginning to realize.

  He was in deep, deep trouble.

  To be continued…