You Can Leave Your Hat On

by Lena Matthews

  Sawyer’s soft chuckle was all the encouragement Harlan needed. Putting his stripping skills to good use, he placed his hands on Sawyer’s leg and slowly ran his hands up the other man’s thigh, past his bulging erection, to the cold metal of Sawyer’s belt buckle.

  With his eyes on the prize he unhooked the clasp of the belt and pulled it free of Sawyer’s pants, rung by rung, tossing it over his shoulder once it was clear. He made quick work of unbuttoning Sawyer’s pants, but took his sweet time pulling the zipper down. The sound of the teeth parting sent shivers racing through him, as did the sight of Sawyer’s boxer-covered dick tenting out from the opened vee of his slacks.

  Intent on savoring the moment, Harlan leaned forward and inhaled deeply, breathing Sawyer’s earthy masculine scent deep into his lungs. “Damn, you smell good. I bet you taste even better.”

  “Only one way to find out.”

  “So very true.” Harlan grabbed hold of Sawyer’s slacks and pulled them, boxers and all, down his hips. The material didn’t go further than the middle of Sawyer’s thighs, but it freed his massive erection to Harlan’s greedy gaze.

  Damn! It just wasn’t fair. Not only did God gift Sawyer with brains, good looks and a great personality, He had the nerve to give the man a large dick as well. No wonder there were so many fugly men running around. Sawyer had taken all the good qualities for himself.

  Just staring at the rigid tool made his mouth water in anticipation. Sawyer’s cock was long, thick and hard, three of Harlan’s favorite qualities when it came to dicks. He had never been a believer in bigger was better, but the mere sight of Sawyer’s cock had him singing a different tune. From the look of things, he was going to be feeling Sawyer all weekend long.

  “Harlan.” Sawyer’s insistent tone was louder the second time. “Harlan.”

  Harlan shook his head in an attempt to clear his lust-fogged mind. “Huh?”

  “Run more than your gaze over it. Try your tongue.”

  What a novel idea. “I should have known you’d be a bossy top.”

  “Just like I should have known you’d be a wordy bottom. Let go.” Sawyer took his cock in his hand and gave it a few loving strokes. The mere sight caused Harlan’s cock to jump. “And say ah. Use your mouth for more than words. Suck me.”

  Harlan reached for Sawyer’s cock to do just that, but was waylaid by Sawyer, who tsked and pushed his hand away. “I said blow job, not hand job. No hands, just lips, tongue and maybe a hint of teeth. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Crystal.” He’d gotten hard the second Sawyer’s lips touched his, but the aggressive way Sawyer was taking charge had Harlan creaming his pants. Harlan didn’t bottom for just anyone, but for Sawyer, he’d go ass to air all day, just to please the other man. “Feed it to me then.”

  Harlan licked his lips then parted them. Wide. His jaw was going to ache in the morning, but he didn’t care. He had to get a taste of Sawyer’s dick.

  “That’s it, open up for me.” Sawyer guided his cock into Harlan’s waiting mouth and let out a soft growl as Harlan closed his lips around his shaft. “Hmm…”

  Harlan couldn’t agree more. Even though he was on the giving end, his enjoyment was just as great. There were few things in life he loved more than going down on another man, but when it had the added bonus of being Sawyer’s cock he was sucking, his own pleasure knew no bounds.

  Lost in the taste of him, Harlan tightened his lips around Sawyer’s shaft and took him as deep into his mouth as he could. He paused and let Sawyer’s cock sit against the back of his throat for a second before pulling back and letting him slide slowly out, until just the crown remained. He swirled his tongue around the tip before plunging forward once more, repeating the same cycle until he heard a deep hiss from above him.

  “Fucking tease.” Sawyer groaned.

  And he loved it. Harlan made damn sure of it.

  Mindful of Sawyer’s rule not to use his hand on his cock, Harlan reached out and braced his hands against Sawyer’s thighs, using them as an anchor to keep his balance as he sped up.

  “Can you take me deeper? Faster?” Harlan moaned his acquiescence around Sawyer’s leaking cock, giving Sawyer all the permission he needed to push his cock further and faster into Harlan’s mouth. “That’s it. Right there.”

  From the way Sawyer was fucking his face, Harlan knew ice cream was definitely on the menu tomorrow. Not that he minded one bit. He would gladly speak with a gruff voice for the rest of his life if it meant having Sawyer’s cock for an appetizer every night.

  Just when he thought Sawyer was going to blow, Sawyer entangled his hand in Harlan’s hair and pulled him off and away from his bobbing cock. Disappointed and dazed with passion, Harlan reached for him again, but was held off by Sawyer tightening his grip in Harlan’s hair.

  The sharp tug woke Harlan from his haze and he forced his gaze up and away from his new favorite treat. “What?” His lips felt swollen and slightly raw.

  “I don’t want to come until I’m buried balls deep in your ass.”

  Harlan’s stomach clinched. “That’s…” He cleared his tender throat. “That’s a hell of a good reason.”

  “I thought so.” Sawyer released Harlan’s hair and brought his hand to Harlan’s mouth, where he traced his bottom lip with his thumb. He smiled slightly as he stared at Harlan with a gentle look in his eyes Harlan had never seen before. “If I would have known you were such a good cock sucker, I would have had you on your knees years ago.”

  The praise sent his temperature rising. He never would have taken Sawyer for a dirty talker. Man, was he glad he was wrong. “It’s not exactly a skill I’d put on my resume.”

  “Trust me.” Sawyer licked his lips. “You should. You really, really should.”

  Harlan opened his mouth to spew out a witty comment, but words left him as Sawyer began to undress. He was too busy staring to come up with a funny line, especially when Sawyer pulled his black Polo shirt off and tossed it onto the floor on top of Harlan’s leather jacket.

  Damn, the man was built. People who worked behind a desk weren’t supposed to look this good. The bastard was big everywhere, not just between his legs. If there came a time when he wanted to give up teaching, Harlan was more than convinced Sawyer could have a lucrative career in the exotic dancing industry. Once he was completely devoid of all his clothes, Sawyer reached down and grasped Harlan’s hand, helping him rise to his feet.

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  Harlan nodded, too busy taking in the sexy sight in front of him to bother with words.

  “About damn time.” Without saying another word, Sawyer tightened his grip on Harlan’s hand and led him out of the room and down the hall. It was a short walk to the bedroom, but it gave Harlan plenty of time to check out Sawyer’s tight ass and make a plan to get his tongue between the other man’s cheeks as soon as possible.

  Harlan had to adjust himself before he seriously damaged his dick with his imagination and his increasingly tight pants. He couldn’t wait to be out of them. And from the way Sawyer grasped the hem of Harlan’s shirt and pulled it up and off him the second he entered the bedroom, Harlan knew he wouldn’t have to wait long.

  He laughed at the rush treatment, but didn’t offer a word of discouragement. He liked this side of Sawyer—randy and ready. “We in a hurry, Professor?”

  “Yes.” Sawyer spun him around and began to steer Harlan backward towards the large bed dominating the room. “You’re a growing boy. You need to be in bed on time.”

  “Planning on tucking me in?”

  “The only thing I plan on tucking is my cock in your ass.” Sawyer’s hand went right to work on the fastening of Harlan’s pants as Harlan kicked off his shoes. “I have a question for you.”

  “Yes.” At this point in time, Sawyer could ask him anything, as long as he fucked him soon after.

  “Anything else pierced?”

  Smiling, Harlan grasped the waistband of his pants, and pushed them, along with his bo
xers, to the floor. “Come find out.”

  Sawyer planned to. Before this night was over there wouldn’t be an inch of Harlan’s body he didn’t know personally. The video hadn’t done him justice. His performance, as erotic as it was, had just been an act. This was the real deal. And it was fucking delicious.

  Up close and in person, Harlan was every gay man’s dream. He was built, sexy, and had a well-hung cock hard enough to break steel. Sawyer wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve such a treat, but he was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

  “Get on the bed.”

  “Knees or back?”

  He loved a man who knew how to get straight to the point. “Knees. I have to get a taste of that sexy ass you’ve been teasing me with for so long.”

  “You’re such a sweet talker.” Despite his jesting words, Harlan did exactly as he was told. Smiling, he climbed onto the bed, and then crawled up until he was in the direct middle. All the saliva in Sawyer’s mouth dried up at the sight of Harlan, nude, kneeling, and ready for him. Years of dancing had definitely done a body good, giving the other man muscular thighs and an ass Sawyer was sure he could bounce quarters off.

  “Like what you see?” While Sawyer had been busy staring at Harlan’s ass, the other man had apparently been busy staring at him over his shoulder.

  Not one to be easily embarrassed, Sawyer met Harlan’s gaze. “Very much. I just hope you can live up to my expectations.”

  “Oh, I will. I promise you that.”

  Sawyer didn’t doubt him for a moment. With a new determination filling him, Sawyer moved to his dresser and opened the top drawer. Reaching inside he pulled out a condom and a tube of lube, before taking his place at the foot of the bed once more. “Come back this way a bit more. I want at that ass.”

  Harlan laughed softly as he did as Sawyer requested. “Have I mentioned yet how bossy you are?”

  Since Harlan’s comment didn’t require an answer, Sawyer didn’t give him one. He had much more important things to do with his mouth than to spar with Harlan. Instead, he dropped his goodies beside Harlan and moved behind him. He placed his hands on Harlan’s cheeks and leaned forward, inhaling his masculine scent deep within his lungs as he did so. Using his thumbs, Sawyer spread the other man’s cheeks and ran his tongue over Harlan’s puckered knot.

  The sweetest sound Sawyer ever heard drifted from Harlan’s lips as Sawyer laved his hole. From the way Harlan pressed back into him, Sawyer could safely bet he loved getting his ass eaten, which was nothing but good news to him. Sawyer loved burying his face between the tightly toned cheeks of his lover.

  Delving faster, Sawyer made love to Harlan’s ass with his mouth, licking and teasing the tight ring until he was able to spear his tongue inside him. The more he licked him, the louder Harlan moaned, which, in turn, encouraged Sawyer. It was a never-ending cycle of feral pleasure that had both men desperate.

  “Sawyer…please…”

  Sawyer pulled back a bit. “Please what?”

  “Fuck. Me,” Harlan pleaded between gasps of air.

  How could he refuse a dirty request like that? “Plan to.” While eyeing his panting lover, Sawyer slipped two fingers inside his mouth and got them nice and wet then moved them between Harlan’s ass cheeks.

  Harlan moaned as Sawyer teased his backdoor.

  “Like that, do you?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “And how about this?” Sawyer pushed against the tight entrance of Harlan’s hole, pressing hard until he sank knuckle-deep within him.

  “God,” Harlan hissed, moving forward a little as if trying to escape the intrusion. “Been so long.”

  “So long since what, baby?”

  Harlan undulated his hips as Sawyer scissored his fingers inside him. “Since I’ve felt anyone’s hands but my own.”

  The mere idea someone as beautiful as Harlan had to resort to masturbation to satisfy himself for a long period of time floored Sawyer. “Why?”

  “Was waiting.”

  “Waiting for what?”

  “You.”

  Sawyer tried to steel his heart against Harlan’s words, but it was impossible. If he wasn’t careful he was going to give Harlan more than a fantastic fuck tonight. He might unwillingly give him his heart as well. “You have me now.” The only question was, if Sawyer was ever going to let him go.

  Just the mere idea of keeping Harlan forever had his cock leaking, begging for satisfaction. The time for toying had come to an end. After carefully withdrawing his fingers, Sawyer picked up the lube and flicked open the top. He dribbled the cool gel onto his fingers and made them nice and slick before slipping them back into Harlan’s tight hole.

  He was quick but he was thorough. Even though he was in a rush to fuck Harlan, he didn’t want to hurt him. There was only one type of scream he wanted to drag from the other man, and that was one of pleasure. Adding another finger, he dipped and curved his thrusting digits into the tight ass of his soon-to-be lover, drawing moan after moan from Harlan.

  Sawyer’s cock twitched at the low, heady sounds coming from Harlan. The needy groans made him want to toss the lube to the side, forget any and all preparations, and sink deep. But he couldn’t. He just worked faster, with the knowledge that the smoother he made the tunnel, the better the train ride would be.

  Once he was satisfied, he set the lube on the bed and picked up the condom. In record time, he sheathed his cock and lubed the latex, all the while staring hungrily at the beautiful nude man before him.

  “Sawyer.” Harlan’s voice sounded as desperate as he felt.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me what you want. Tell me how to please you.”

  That was easy. “I want to see you dance as you did on the camera, but with my dick in your ass,” Sawyer growled. “That will please me immensely.”

  “I can do that.”

  “I’m sure you can.” And he planned on giving him every opportunity to prove it. Moving into position, Sawyer placed one hand on Harlan’s hip and pulled him back. He then used his other hand to press the crown of his cock against Harlan’s lube-slicked opening. Sawyer took a second to take in the moment before slowly pushing down and into Harlan. A quarter of his cock was swallowed up in one stroke, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy him. “Take more. I need you to take more.”

  “Oh God.” Harlan dug his hands into the comforter and pushed back onto Sawyer’s waiting cock. Sawyer could feel Harlan’s flesh parting, stretching to accommodate his thick dick. “Fuck…”

  “That’s the plan.” Even though it was killing him, he took his time. He let Harlan do all the work, taking as much as he could at his own speed. It was a noble plan, but masochistic at the same time.

  The only plus about it was this way he knew he wasn’t hurting Harlan. It was cold comfort, but comfort, nevertheless. Inch by inch, he sank further inside, until Harlan’s ass completely surrounded his cock. He paused for a moment and allowed himself to feel the slight pulses of Harlan’s ass clenching him. He’d never had a lover fit him so well. It was as if Harlan’s ass was made for his cock, and his alone. “So tight. Don’t know how long I can wait.”

  “Don’t wait. Fuck me.”

  “Sure?”

  “Don’t make me kill you.”

  I guess he’s sure. Needing no further encouragement, Sawyer pulled back slowly, enjoying every second of Harlan’s body fighting to keep him inside. He waited until the last second, when just the head of his cock remained lodged in, before penetrating once more. Each delve into the younger man’s ass was better than the one before.

  “Feels so good,” Harlan groaned.

  Sawyer couldn’t agree more. With long, measured thrusts, he began to move deeper and faster, causing the bed to creak and groan in tune to their fucking. Even the headboard got into the rhythm of it all, banging against the wall in much the way Sawyer was pounding into Harlan. The added noise didn’t bother Sawyer in the least, quite the opposite, in fact. It stimulated him more. It also became a
game to him, to see what would break first, his bed, or his lover. If Sawyer had anything to say about it, it would be Harlan.

  With that end goal in mind, Sawyer gripped Harlan’s hips even tighter and made deeper thrusts into his tight, sexy ass.

  “Oh fuck. Oh…” Harlan arched his head back and gripped the quilt as if it were a lifeline.

  From Harlan’s reaction, he could only surmise he’d hit the spot, the sweet one he knew from experience would shower Harlan with red hot pleasure. “Right there, baby?”

  “Hell yes.”

  Hmmm…Sawyer made a mental map with his cock to remember for future reference where his new favorite place was to call home. This was the spot he was going to rub against every goddamn opportunity he got.

  “Christ.” Harlan released his death grip on the comforter and moved his hand underneath him. Sawyer couldn’t see what he was doing, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

  “Hell no,” Sawyer muttered, as he reached around and knocked Harlan’s hand away. “You come when I say so. Not a moment sooner.”

  “Bastard.”

  “That’s right; I’m the bastard that’s riding you good. Don’t you forget it, pretty boy.” Harlan bucked into him like mad, dancing on his dick as he’d ordered him to earlier. Damn, he was sexy.

  “Not pretty. Not a boy.”

  “You might be right about not being a boy, but you’re dead wrong about the pretty thing. You’re one pretty fucker. Just get used to it.”

  “I can get used to this,” Harlan groaned.

  “What?”

  “You fucking me into the sheets.”

  “You better.” Because Sawyer had no intention of giving him another choice. Not when everything inside him was telling him to hold fast and hard to Harlan. This would not be just a one-night stand. Sawyer could pound Harlan’s ass until he walked bowlegged for the next six months and Sawyer still wouldn’t have his fill of him. “You’re mine. Say it, pretty. Mine.”

  “I’m yours.” Harlan’s ass clenched around Sawyer’s dick, milking his thrusting shaft as if it were the sweetest of hands. “All. Fucking. Yours.”