by G. A. Hauser
Michael broke the kiss to take a deep breath and wriggle. “Greg!”
Greg met Michael’s wild eyes.
“Touch me again!” Michael urged Greg’s hand to grow bolder.
Shifting on the bed, Greg rolled to his side so they were facing each other. He caressed Michael’s low back, once again making his way between his tight cheeks.
Michael thrust out his hips in response and began stroking Greg’s cock.
At the first touch of Michael’s hands on his dick, Greg quivered and closed his eyes. The stroke was so exciting it sent shivers along his spine. Inhaling Michael’s skin, Greg grew more aggressive as his needs urged him on. Using hard pressure with his index finger, he massaged Michael’s anus, slipping in and around it until Michael was gasping and squirming on the bed.
Michael’s mournful cries were driving Greg insane.
In an abrupt movement, Michael jumped on top of Greg, collapsing Greg to his back against the mattress. They were both panting in time with the howling wind.
Michael dug in a night table and produced a condom and lubrication.
Greg watched as the rubber was rolled onto his cock, which was standing upright from his body like a pole. Michael massaged lubrication all over it, and Greg actually had to hold back and not come at the handling.
Blinking in the flickering candlelight, Greg witnessed Michael squirt the bottle into his own anus quickly. Greg remembered anal sex with men, but nothing like the simplicity and compliance he was enjoying with Michael. Michael obviously knew exactly what he wanted and had the experience to get it.
The lube set aside, Michael proceeded to impale himself on Greg’s protruding cock. To help Michael ease down, Greg held Michael’s waist, assisting him in gradually allowing penetration while gravity took care of the rest.
Studying Michael’s expression, Greg held his breath at the bliss washing across the young man’s face.
It took a moment, but Michael was finally seated on Greg’s pelvis with his knees bent and straddling Greg’s hips.
The connection was sending Greg to the moon.
Opening his eyes, not realizing he had closed them, Greg stared at Michael as he rose and fell up and down on him, his cock bobbing and the head glistening with pre-cum.
Awed by Michael as he proceeded to fuck him, not the opposite, Greg felt his own body rising, preparing for climax.
The sight of this handsome willowy young male screwing him, Michael’s face a mask of pure pleasure, Greg felt a rush to his crotch and couldn’t prevent the groan from escaping his mouth.
When Michael heard it, he quickened the pace and depth of his thrusts.
Greg couldn’t believe the sensation of pleasure washing over his dick. He gasped and bit his lip, holding back a scream and an expletive of shock. His entire body tensed and his back elevated up off the mattress. Greg jerked upwards into Michael and pumped cum out of him and into the condom, deep inside this adorable man.
The sensation of something spattering on his skin caused Greg to open his eyes. Without anything touching Michael’s cock, it had erupted and sprayed cum onto Greg’s chest.
Looking at Michael’s face in the candlelight’s flickering flame, he found his teeth bared and his eyes sealed shut in orgasmic pleasure.
Greg reached both his hands towards Michael’s lovely narrow cock and stroked it for him since Michael was using both his arms to brace himself on Greg’s thighs.
Moaning sensuously, Michael’s head rolled heavily to the side and his breathing softened.
As they recovered, Greg felt his own cock throbbing in that tight hole. Very slowly Michael raised himself off Greg’s body, disconnecting them.
“Be back.” Michael removed the spent condom from Greg’s length.
Nodding, too amazed to do much else, Greg waited as Michael took a candle with him to what Greg assumed was the bathroom.
Catching his breath, listening to the eternal wail of sirens and wind gusts still carrying on outside, Greg felt pleasantly weary.
A flickering light emerged into the room. Michael had a wet washcloth and proceeded to clean Greg up considerately.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” Michael kissed his chest.
Once that task was complete, they crawled under the blankets together.
“Oh! Let me just make sure the doors are locked and I didn’t leave any candles lit in the other room.”
“Okay.” Greg smiled adoringly at him and watched as he climbed out of bed.
* * * *
Michael put the security chain on the front door and checked that it was bolted. Before he blew out the single candle lit in the room he placed their empty glasses in the sink, paused and looked back to smile at his bedroom as he thought of the man occupying his bed. Biting his lip, he picked up the telephone and dialed, hoping the wind gusts blowing outside would mask the sound of his conversation.
“Doug?”
“Mickey?”
“Yeah, it’s me!” Michael giggled. Doug was the only friend that called him Mickey. “How are you coping with the storm?”
“I got stuck in a movie theater. It was weird!”
“I had a flat tire in the parking lot at the mall.” Michael looked back at his bedroom. “Met an awesome guy who helped me change it in the pouring rain. He’s in my bed!” Michael tried not to shout and pump his arms in excitement, but he had to tell his best friend the good news.
“I’ve got my own story to tell, believe me. Let me go. Call me in the morning.”
“I will, Doug. Can’t wait to get back to my man.”
“I’m glad some good has come out of this crazy storm.”
“Me too! See ya.” Michael hung up, thrilled to hear his best friend’s voice and share his fun. Carrying the last lit candle with him to the bedroom, Michael found Greg waiting for him, a soft contented smile on his face.
“Everything all right?”
“Perfect.” Michael crawled between the sheets and blew out the candles. In the pitch blackness he cuddled around Greg and held him tight as the storm lashed out with all its fury.
Movie House
Doug had heard about this theater ever since he’d moved to the area from the mid-west. The TomKat was where you went to see gay porn twenty-four hours a day.
Well, he wasn’t a porn addict, but the place had such a notorious history with straight porn first, converting to gay porn later, Doug felt obligated to check it out.
And with the weather prediction of rain and wind, he decided there was no better night than tonight to huddle in the dark and watch some good hot sex.
After paying for his ticket, Doug was slightly disappointed with the interior décor and appeal but raised his head bravely and walked down the aisle. His shoes stuck to the floor as he scooted down one of the rows to a handful of empty chairs. It was between flicks so a series of trailers and advertisements were rolling on the big screen.
Couples and even triples, were already taking advantage of the dim lighting and sexual ambiance. Doug could smell sex in the air, or something similar. He didn’t inhale too deeply.
Keeping his leather jacket on, he slumped in the seat and slouched low, his hands buried in his pockets. Last minute he made sure his cell phone was off. He would have preferred coming to the movie with his good friend Michael, but Michael was busy working at the mall. He was a sous-chef at Cleo and Cucci. It was a shame. Michael would have gotten a good laugh out of hanging out with him here. Maybe he should have waited for Michael to have a night off.
The sense of being ogled by some lecherous fiend grew in him. Running his hand through his hair nervously, Doug actually imagined bailing out, but fifteen bucks was too much of an investment to blow off lightly. He’d hangout and at least see some of the porn he’d paid to view.
“This seat taken?”
Doug jolted out of his daydream to see a hottie with blond hair and blue eyes gesturing to the seat next to him.
“No.” Doug shifted nerv
ously as the man sat down right next to him, not leaving a gap seat as people normally did in mainstream theaters. He sat right next to him.
“Carl.” The handsome man actually reached out for his introduction.
“Doug.” Doug took his warm hand and shook it.
“Looks like it’s going to be a shitty night out. The wind is already picking up.”
“I heard they were predicting thunderstorms. They don’t expect it to be too bad do they?” Doug checked out Carl’s long legs in his tight faded jeans. Yum. Nice.
“I don’t know. I got bored after they repeated the stupid news story ten times. I just figured I’d get out of the house for a few hours. There’s nothing on the television.”
“Never is.” Doug nodded in agreement. He moved his foot and it made a sound as his rubber sole stuck to the floor. “Ew.” Doug curled his nose in revulsion.
Covering his laughter, Carl asked, “I take it this is your first time here.”
“Yes. I’m a virgin to the illustrious TomKat.” Doug peered backwards at three men still doing lurid things behind them.
“I’m not a regular but I do think the place has its…uh…err… charm.” Carl shifted in the seat, as if carefully not using his hands to touch the armrests. “But you do have to be sensible.”
“Man, why don’t they give it a good scrubbing?”
“Can’t. Twenty-four hour schedule.”
“Ah. Right. But still.” Doug made a face in exaggeration of disgust, making Carl laugh.
The lights flickered and Doug assumed that meant the movie was beginning. He heard some rustling of people finding their seats around him and felt Carl’s arm lean against his pleasantly.
The film began and as Doug had predicted the movie was pretty typical of the gay porn he had rented himself previously.
The room became almost pitch black but for the screen giving off a shadowy glow. The minute cocks were in holes in the motion picture, Doug assumed the same action was going on around him.
“Ah, oh, yes. Ah, oh, yes…”
The dialogue always made Doug laugh. At least the actors could remember their lines.
Carl’s hand rested softly on his knee. Doug stared at it in the ambient light. The heat of Carl’s palm sent Doug’s cock moving instantly. Doug returned his attention to the action in the movie. Macho men wearing only work boots, socks, and yellow hard hats were sucking and fucking with wild abandon. “Ah, oh, yes. Ah, oh, yes…”
The sensation of Carl’s fingers stroking inside his thigh was lighting Doug up. Beginning to enjoy this little adventure, Doug allowed his legs to splay out in a wider straddle. Stroke me, baby, stroke me.
The handling was modest, yet tantalizing. If Carl meant to drive him crazy, he was. The man didn’t go near his cock. Carl just seemed content to massage Doug’s inner thigh muscle and kneecap all the while staring enthralled at the action. Though Doug thought the redundant acts were beginning to get monotonous and slightly boring, he was happy to endure them if it meant Carl petting his leg.
Jesus! Touch my cock! Doug didn’t know how to send out that message without actually verbalizing it or physically drawing Carl’s hand to where he wanted it. And not knowing Carl, Doug had no idea what he had in mind.
Fine! Two can play this game. Doug removed one of his hands from his jacket pocket and wrapped around Carl’s arm to do the same to him, stroke his thigh and knee.
Carl shifted his position.
That made Doug smile. He stayed away from Carl’s cock and squeezed the meaty muscle of Carl’s inner thigh.
The two of them began to squirm in their seats at the frustrating little ploy.
A shift in scenes brought more naked men doing more intimate things to each other. This time, outdoors on a picnic, a young twink was servicing an older man.
Carl’s hand didn’t grow any bolder. It massaged and rubbed Doug’s leg, and only his leg. Doug was about to scream in frustration and grab Carl’s cock hard in his hand when the screen went black and the room became pitch dark.
Pausing, Doug whispered, “Okay…” softly, as if waiting for the next sign.
A dim exit light lit, that was it.
“Power’s out,” Carl said.
Around them it seemed the blackness was urging the men in the room to new heights. Grunts and rustling of garments echoed in the silence.
They waited, holding each other’s leg, no longer stroking.
“What the hell are we supposed to do?” Doug asked, looking over his shoulder.
“I guess if it doesn’t come on soon, someone will kick us out.”
They sat in silence while the sound of someone grunting during climax echoed behind them. The pause became protracted.
“I don’t think the power’s coming on again any time soon,” Doug whispered.
“Hello?” a man’s voice echoed in the large room. “The power has gone out. Can you all exit the theater?”
“Unreal.” Carl released his hold on Doug’s leg. “I don’t suppose we’ll get a refund.”
Doug chuckled softly, standing up with him and scooting out of the aisle. The man who had made the announcement was shining a flashlight on a group of guys who were in the middle of their own porn scene.
“Wow.” Doug gaped in shock.
“Good luck disconnecting that group,” Carl quipped.
Doug found his way to the lobby in the darkness. Zipping his jacket as he stood at the glass entrance, he peered out. “Not a light on anywhere.”
“The wind’s really whipping,” Carl observed.
“How far away do you live?” Doug wanted to hangout with him. Get to know him.
“About a fifteen minute drive. You?”
“Walking distance. My apartment is only about ten blocks away.”
Carl nodded but didn’t make any suggestion of them staying together. Exiting the theater, they bent over to defend against the wet gusting wind.
Doug removed his mobile phone from his pocket and turned it on.
“Holy shit!”
Doug stopped short and spun around. Carl was gaping at a car.
About to ask him what was wrong, Doug noticed a wire resting on top of the car’s hood, sparking. “Agh!” He grabbed Carl’s arm and drew him back from it instinctively.
“That’s my fucking car!”
“Don’t go anywhere near it.” Doug gripped him tighter, keeping him from touching it.
“What the fuck!” Carl said in anger and removed his mobile phone from his pocket.
“Who are you calling?”
“911. I have to get my car out of this.”
When the wire whipped and sparks shot out of it in a spray, Doug wrapped his arm around Carl and dragged him a few more yards away.
In fury Carl said, “A recorded message? Do you believe this? 911 has a recorded message that all emergency services are already strained and I should hold on only if it’s a ‘real emergency’ of life threatening proportions.”
“Forget it.”
“What the hell am I supposed to do?”
They were both getting drenched from the sideways rain.
“Come home with me. Come on.”
Growling in anger, Carl disconnected the line and shoved his phone into his pocket. Doug held his waist and upped their pace so they wouldn’t be too soaked by the time they got to his place, but they were already dripping wet.
Branches of palm trees rattled around the parked cars and an occasional blast from a transformer exploding in the distance and wailing sirens echoed in the black night.
“Fuck.” Doug shivered in anxiety. “I had no idea it was this bad out here.”
“Did they say it was going to be a hurricane?” Carl tightened his grip on Doug’s waist as they began jogging.
“I can’t remember.” Doug’s mobile phone rang. As they kept moving quickly, he took it out of his pocket and popped it open.
“Doug?”
“Mickey?” Doug peeked over at Carl’s curious eyes.
/> “Yeah, it’s me!” Michael giggled. “How are you coping with the storm?”
“I got stuck in a movie theater. It was weird!”
“I had a flat tire in the parking lot at the mall. Met an awesome guy who helped me change it in the pouring rain. He’s in my bed!”
Smiling at Carl excitedly, Doug replied, “I’ve got my own story to tell, believe me. Let me go. Call me in the morning.”
“I will, Doug. Can’t wait to get back to my man.”
“I’m glad some good has come out of this crazy storm.”
“Me too! See ya.”
Doug hung up and resumed their pace, now running to get out of the terrible wind. “That was my friend, Mick.”
Carl nodded. “Boyfriend?”
“No. Just a good friend.” As they came up to his apartment house, Doug released his hold on Carl and removed his key from his soaked jean pocket.
A loud bang and the sound of a thump scared them both, making them jump. A palm tree had collapsed and fallen across the road a few feet away from them.
“OhmyGod!” Doug gasped.
“Get in. Come on.”
His hands shaking from the fright, Doug opened his door to a pitch black unit. After they were both inside, he closed the door and stood still, taking off his wet jacket and shoes. “Flashlight, flashlight…” he muttered to himself as he thought.
“Candles?”
“Yes. I have candles.” Reaching out in the blackness, slowly moving around his furniture, Doug made it to the kitchen and felt inside the drawers. “This is maddening.”
“It’s fucking dark.”
Doug found a book of matches and lit one. With the sparse light he located a small glass with a scented candle in it. He lit it and gave them a little glimpse of light. Doug noticed Carl still standing at the doorway obviously waiting to be able to see before venturing into an unfamiliar room.
“Take off your wet things.” Doug set the candle down on the coffee table. He heard a wicked, “Heh, heh,” laugh come from Carl.
Doug chuckled. “Yes, it’s my excuse to see you naked.”
“Sure it is.” Carl laid his jacket across the arm of the sofa.
