Let It Beatle Box Set - 7 Gay Romance Stories

by J. D. Walker

  All he said was “Hmph,” but a little smile curved the corners of his mouth.

  We stood after a time and continued along the shoreline, occasionally chasing waves and each other.

  Around noon, my stomach growled. “How about lunch at the diner in town?” Maury suggested.

  “Sure.”

  “You realize it’s Black Friday, right?” Maury reminded me as we changed direction to walk toward the town center.

  “Yeah, but at least it doesn’t get too crazy here,” I replied. “The longest lines will be at the diner, I bet.”

  Maury chuckled. “Yeah.”

  * * * *

  It seemed the entire town was out and about, and some of the shop owners had already put up Christmas decorations.

  As we walked by storefronts, I saw Wheeler outside the gym putting up a sign that announced a winter discount. I waved at him and he did the same. Maury stiffened a little at my side, but I goosed his butt so he’d look at me.

  “What was that for?” he groused.

  “There’s nothing between Wheeler and me, remember?” I guided him to the diner and opened the door for him. “He’s in love with the guy at the daycare center.”

  He snorted as we went inside. “Gregory Wang? Yeah, good luck with that.” We found a spot at a booth and a harassed-looking waitress brought us two menus and glasses of water before hurrying away to serve other customers. “He’s a total ice queen. Won’t give it up for shit.”

  We looked over our menus and gave our orders when the waitress returned a few minutes later. “You know him?”

  “Grew up with him,” he replied. “It’s like he has a chastity belt or something. Nothing gets near that ass, let me tell you.”

  “I take it you’ve tried?” I asked, smiling.

  “All the guys did, when we were in school. No one succeeded.”

  “If anyone can get through, it’ll be Wheeler.”

  Maury wasn’t convinced. “Time will tell.”

  We ate our food when it arrived, and while we were having dessert, Sheila, Leonard and the kids came into the diner and stopped by to say hello.

  Maury got up and hugged his sister and shook Leonard’s hand. The triplets scrambled into the booth, yelling for hugs and just being precocious five-year-olds.

  I held Josie in my lap, while Janey and Jeremiah squeezed the life out of Maury when he sat again and they crawled onto him. “So you guys just walking around the town today?” Sheila asked, smiling indulgently at her little monsters.

  “Yeah. Things are slow at the motel, as you know, and I wanted us to spend some time together.” I glanced at Maury, who’d turned bright red. But he was smiling. I wondered what else would make him blush. Would he be flushed all over, I wondered?

  “Well, I’m glad,” Sheila said. “Maury’s been mooning over you long enough.”

  Maury gasped. “Sheila!”

  His sister stuck out her tongue and hooked her arm around Leonard’s. “Hey, when it’s right, it’s right.” She gave her new beau a loving look, which he returned.

  “We need to find a table,” Leonard said, breaking eye contact and searching the place for a spot.

  “Take ours,” I replied. “We’re done, and this place is full, anyway.”

  “Thanks,” he said.

  Maury and I moved out of the booth and let Sheila and Leonard get in and settle the kids. I grabbed the bill to take with me to pay at the register. “Nice seeing you guys,” I said. “And thanks for the pie, Sheila. It was to die for.”

  “You’re welcome. Have fun, you two.” She winked at Maury, who, cheeks rosy, kissed his niece and nephews, and hugged his sister.

  “Catch you later,” he said, and we made our way through the crowd.

  * * * *

  That afternoon, Maury and I decided to just hang out at my place and watch some TV. On the couch, I lay on my side with Maury tucked close in front of me, a blanket covering us. We were watching reruns of some sort, but my mind wasn’t on it.

  I must have fallen asleep because when I awoke, the TV was muted, and Maury had turned over to face me.

  “Hi,” I said, and leaned in to kiss his nose.

  “Hi yourself,” he replied, rubbing his nose against mine.

  “You want to get frisky, don’t you?” I said, loving the way his hands roamed over my shoulders, and how hard his cock was against my own.

  “Maybe. Feel like rubbing off a little?” he asked, moving his hips to create some really good friction between us.

  “This is good, isn’t it?” I asked, placing a hand on the back of his head and tilting it so I could nibble on his chin.

  “Y-yeah,” he stammered, wrapping one of his legs around mine. “I use a dildo, so you know. A lot.”

  That admission made my cock leak. “I’d like to see you fuck yourself that way sometime. I bet it’s insanely hot.”

  As I expected, red heat spread over his face and down his neck. Hmm, seemed Maury’s whole body was flushed. “You like me talking dirty to you?” I asked, moving to lick the shell of his ear.

  “A lot. More, please?”

  I fucked his ear with my tongue some more, then moved down to nip at his neck. “You want to rub off right now, or should I fuck you?” I murmured, moving my hands down to squeeze his ass, which had the effect of pushing our jeans-covered cocks even closer together.

  “Anything you want is fine with me,” Maury replied, moaning as we moved languidly against each other.

  “Okay, then.” I nudged his nose again, and then our lips met.

  Maury tasted innocent, and I wanted more. I licked at his lips until he opened wide enough for me to play with his tongue.

  He groaned when I sucked on it, his hips jerking involuntarily. We stayed that way, my hands on his ass, pressing him into me, Maury and I locked in a passionate kiss that made both of us ache.

  When it got to be too much, I broke away from his lovely mouth and pushed the covers off onto the floor. “Sit on my lap, Maury,” I whispered, and we rearranged ourselves so he straddled me where I now sat, his hands on my shoulders and mine on his hips.

  “I want to jack us off, watch you cum and soak both of us with your spend. Would you like that?” I asked, moving a hand to unzip the jeans he’d borrowed from me.

  His answer to that was to cradle my face in his hands and kiss me again while I worked to pull his cock out, then freed mine. He had the softest lips, made for my tongue to moisten and caress over and over.

  I tilted my head so I could kiss him deeper and tongue-fuck his throat while my hands jacked us both, our leaking slits providing a little slick, but I needed more. “There’s lube under the couch,” I said against his mouth.

  Maury bit my bottom lip before he quickly got up and found the half empty tube. Settling back on my lap, he squirted a whole bunch over both our cocks and let me return to bringing us off as he went back to making a meal of my mouth.

  He moved with me, hips circling slowly and pumping into my hands. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever done with anyone. It felt so good. So right. We pulled away briefly, panting in each other’s faces as I moved a little faster now, both our hips working hard, and a little sweat beading on our foreheads.

  Maury’s rhythm became irregular, and then suddenly his back arched and he shot a high arc of cum into the air, some of it landing on my face and the rest on my shirt.

  “Shit, Tory, shit!” he said, endlessly spewing cream as if he’d been backed up forever. I was close, but before I could finish, Maury slapped my hand away and took over with his fist, pulling firmly on my dick as he licked my face clean of cum, then fed it to me.

  “Uh,” I whispered against his mouth as I lost it, the release so strong I dug hard into Maury’s thighs as I tried to survive the exquisite sensation. I’d died and gone to heaven.

  “God,” I said as I collapsed against the cushions, eyes dazed as I watched Maury clean his hand with his tongue, collecting all my semen and then sharing it with me.

>   The taste of us together was wonderful. “Do you know how sexy you are like this?” I said against his mouth, our hands in each other’s hair as we kissed again and again, unable to get enough.

  “I think we need a shower,” I said, wanting to feel his skin against mine and have even more of him. Wet. Slippery. Perfect.

  “Okay.”

  * * * *

  I never knew soap could be so sensual. Maury and I stood in the shower, steam all around us as I soaped his luscious body slowly, inch by inch, making sure to rub his nipples, which were very sensitive, I discovered.

  His armpits, behind his knees, between his toes, nothing was missed, except his ass. I left that for last. I used a slippery finger to probe his hole and he arched back against me, the angle perfect and sexy.

  “You look so good like this,” I murmured as I continued to plunge in and out of his channel, adding more soap and fingers until three went in and out easily.

  Maury was pushing back against me, but I wouldn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet. “Your turn to soap me,” I said, and handed the bar to him.

  He was just as detailed with me as I’d been with him. We washed each other off, then I turned the showerhead away from us and reached for the tube of lube I’d placed on the shelf above the soap. “I’m clean,” I said, as I lubed my cock. “Tested negative the last two times, and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. I can show you the tests tomorrow.”

  “I believe you,” he said. “I’m clean, too. And ditto on the tests.”

  “Good.” I grabbed his hips and positioned my cock at his hole. “Hold yourself steady against the wall, love. I’m pushing in.”

  Hands braced, Maury replied, “I’m ready, Tory. Do it.” Slowly, I made my way into his channel, and met little resistance until I was fully seated.

  “Jesus, you’re tight,” I said, eyes squeezed shut as I tried not to fuck him into oblivion too soon.

  “You feel so good inside me,” he replied, and pushed back. “Come on, don’t hold back. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

  “You asked for it,” I replied, and pulled out, then plunged in fast, causing him to gasp.

  “Hot damn, that’s the way,” he cried, and I did it again. And again. And faster. Our rhythm was for shit as we were both way too turned on to coordinate, but determined to get there, all the same.

  Maury squeezed my cock. “Come on, Tory. Make me feel it,” he said, and I fucked him even harder than I had been.

  It was glorious, wild, and messy. He howled when I hit that spot inside him. “Shit!” he yelled, and clamped down hard on my cock as he spurted on the wall. God, so much juice poured out of him, it was unreal.

  “Good for you, baby?” I asked, panting as I kept working his asshole, heading toward my own release.

  “You fucked me so good, baby,” he moaned, panting heavily. “Come on, give it up,” he urged and kept squeezing me tight, even though he was probably a little weak from coming so hard.

  “You have the best ass I’ve ever fucked, love,” I said and plunged in twice more before I let the big one go, yelling loud enough to echo off the walls.

  When it was over, I slumped on his back, breathing heavily as he supported my weight.

  “Jesus, fuck,” I offered, and Maury chuckled.

  “Yeah.”

  * * * *

  We did each other again in the bedroom after we showered, which meant we had to clean up and that led to blow jobs on our knees on the shower floor. Finally sated, Maury and I made a meal together, then cuddled on the couch while watching Road to Paloma on Netflix. Jason Momoa, goddamn!

  At the door later that night, Maury stood in my arms and we made out for minutes on end. “I’m addicted to your taste, you know that?” I said as I kept on nibbling and sucking on everything I could find in and around his lips.

  “Same here,” he replied, then reluctantly pulled away. “I have to work all day tomorrow, but it seems like Leonard and Sheila are getting serious, so I want to give them more time together. Can I come over tomorrow night?”

  “I’d like that, love.” One last kiss. “Have a safe trip home.”

  I watched him walk away in his own clothes this time, which we’d laundered. I’d have to make some room in the closet for his stuff. And if love was in our future, then so be it. I had no intention of letting Maury Landrum get away from me, ever again.

  THE END

  Happiness Is a Warm Bum

  Six o’clock on a Sunday morning was the best time to walk the beach. I enjoyed a leisurely stroll, no matter the weather, pretty much every day. I’d lived next to water most of my life, and preferred it that way.

  I liked to gather strange-shaped rocks, broken glass, anything that was unique and interesting as I took my stroll. I’d carry tiny treasures home in my pockets.

  As I watched the sky lighten bit by bit, I thought about all the things I’d done and still hoped to accomplish. I’d just turned fifty and had no children, though my employees could be considered such, I suppose. The bookstore in town was my baby, but lately, I needed something…more.

  I wasn’t in the closet, but I hadn’t necessarily announced my preferences to the world when I moved here eleven years ago to open the store. I simply turned down the ladies who asked me out on dates as gently as I could, and let everyone figure things out on their own.

  Lost in thought, I wandered by the Misty View Motel knowing that very soon Tory Cuthbert, the owner, would be out here doing his regular morning run. We usually passed each other on his way back home. I hadn’t done anything like running in years. My bones weren’t up to the strain anymore.

  Tory was like me, an out-of-towner who’d liked it here and decided to settle. He was also gay and happily involved with one of my employees.

  The sky was pink and blue by the time I reached my half-way point. I sat on a rock, the fisherman knit sweater and jeans I wore keeping most of the brisk January wind off my body.

  As I scratched my bearded jaw, I heard the sound of an engine on the road behind me. I turned and saw the rider of a dirty, weather-beaten motorcycle pull off about fifty feet from where I perched and park. Curious, I watched as he swung a leg over the seat and stood. He was a tall drink of water.

  The biker stretched, his hands pressed into his spine as he leaned back as far as he could. Must have been a long ride. Usually the eyes were one of the first things to fail as you got older, but I still had excellent vision, and no need for reading glasses—yet. And though I couldn’t see the face of my mystery man—the helmet and goggles hid almost everything—the lines of exhaustion on his body were visible.

  He still hadn’t spotted me, so I was able to study him further. He seemed solidly built. Everything he wore fit him like a glove, though each piece was shabbier than the next, well-worn, and dusty, with holes in all kinds of places.

  When the man removed his head gear and eye protection, I gasped. A scar ran down the right side of his face and disappeared into a bushy moustache and unkempt beard. He turned sharply to face me, and my heart jumped. Piercing, almost colorless eyes bore into me, at once suspicious, desperate, and lonely, and it was all I could do not to jump up and envelop the stranger in a big, warm hug.

  Here was a man who hadn’t experienced love or happiness in a long, long time.

  * * * *

  I decided to remain silent and let the stranger make the first move. It would give him the upper hand and hopefully make him feel more comfortable and in charge of the situation.

  “You live around here?” he asked, his voice rough and full of grit, like the man himself. He was probably a drifter—a bum on wheels. Didn’t bother me. Sometimes all you could do to escape your past was roam.

  “Yup.”

  “Know a place I can clean up? Maybe earn some cash?” He ran a hand through shoulder-length, messy, dirty-blond hair with streaks of gray. The sun had fully risen now and I could make out more details about his appearance.

  “Slow time of
year around here. Picks up in the spring.” His shoulders slumped before I continued, “But I could use some help with odd jobs around my place, if you’ve got nothing better to do. Give you a shower, too.” Why I made the offer, I didn’t really know, but I wanted to give something to this man who seemed weary beyond words. He would probably be cautious, though, and I wouldn’t blame him.

  He frowned. “What’s in it for you?” Just as I thought.

  I shrugged. “I get some work done that’s been lying around for far too long—nothing more. Take it or leave it.” I stood and dusted the sand off my butt. “If the answer’s ‘yes,’ I live two miles down this road, house number 255. If nothing else, you can have a free shower and a meal before you head out again.”

  I left him standing there, feeling his eyes on me as I sauntered slowly back the way I’d come, my bones a little stiff from the cold, and perhaps age. I glanced down to see if I could spot anything else out of the ordinary that might have washed up on the shore since the last time I looked. I was curious as to what decision the biker would make. He’d have to trust that I meant him no harm, and I could tell that he wasn’t the sort to do that easily.

  How sad.

  * * * *

  It was seven-thirty by the time I got home. The bookstore would open at noon today, so I had plenty of time to shower, make coffee, and wait for the stranger to appear. I had a good sense for people, and though he was distrustful, either by nature or circumstances, the chance of a bath and a free meal meant a lot to someone constantly on the road. He would turn up sooner or later.

  When it was almost nine, I heard the rumble of a motorbike parking in front of my home. The property was across the road from the beach. Through my kitchen window, I watched the stranger dismount slowly and remove his head gear. His back to me, the man turned his head from side to side, seemingly taking in the view. It never failed to take away my own breath, and even someone as jaded as he appeared to be might appreciate it.