by D. J. Manly
Amanda had been gone now a little over two weeks, and there was a part of him that wished she’d come home so that he could … could … what? Make love to Cassidy? Make love to anyone really. He moved his hands now across his chest. Whether it was the cold water, or the thought of fucking which made his nipples stiff, he didn’t know. He licked his lips and began to stimulate his nipples with his fingers. The sensation of longing shot through him, directly to his balls. His cock lifted in the water.
When he heard a noise, his hands shot away from his chest, and he looked around to see Cassidy standing by the pool, completely naked. His cock was standing straight up in the air. “Got a bit of a hard on there, don’t you, Cassidy?” Chase teased. He pictured himself on his knees suddenly, sucking it.
“Yeah, you might say that. You?”
“Hard as a rock,” Chase replied softly.
“When did Amanda say she was … ah … coming home?”
Chase laughed. “Soon.”
“Want a … well … go up and use the room?”
“Cassidy,” Chase hid a smile, “are you asking me to … to … cheat?”
“Fuck, yeah,” Cassidy whispered in the darkness.
Chase laughed softly.
“She’d never know. I wouldn’t tell. You?”
“No, I certainly wouldn’t…”
“I’m going,” he giggled, turning around and then bending over, giving Chase a clear view of his sexy ass. “If you catch me, you can fuck me.”
Chase smiled. “Sounds like a plan,” he muttered and scrambled up out of the pool, as Cassidy gave a “whoop” and took off on a run.
Chase caught up to Cassidy on the stairs. He wasn’t really running that fast. He grabbed him around the waist and picked him up under his arm. He carried him to the top, then slapped his ass a few times with the flat of his hand, before he put him down.
Cassidy’s eyes were blazing with lust. He pushed Chase against the wall, pressing his hands against his chest, and kissed him hard on the mouth. He pulled back, then moaned a little, and pressed his mouth to his again. This time, Chase’s mouth opened to his and the kiss deepened, causing Cassidy’s body to undulate against his as Chase brought his arms around him and cupped his buttocks in his hands.
Cassidy broke away suddenly and ran down the corridor to Amanda’s room. He pulled open the door and then stumbled blindly to the little room in back. He flicked on the lights, then squealed as Chase reached out and grabbed him.
“Um,” Cassidy murmured, letting his hands roam over Chase’s skin, “you’re still wet. Let me lick you dry.” Cassidy slid to his knees and began to lick the water droplets from Chase’s upper thigh, then he smeared his tongue across Chase’s cock head, teasing the opening by dipping the tip of his tongue into it almost like a painter would dab his brush into his paint.
Chase placed a hand on Cassidy’s head, urging him to take his cock into his mouth. “Please,” he said softly, “come on. Take it, take it all. You know you want it.”
“Um,” Cassidy replied, gazing up at him, “on one condition, you fuck me good and hard, like you did before. Use me, use my ass, make me yours tonight, Chase, make me yours,” he breathed.
Chase swallowed, then nodded, pushing his cock forward into Cassidy’s mouth. “First I’ll fuck your face, then I’ll fuck you, baby.” He stroked his fair hair as he began to thrust his cock inside the soft cocoon of Cassidy’s mouth.
Chase closed his eyes; the pressure of Cassidy’s lips around his cock, and the movements of his tongue were causing him to sway a little on his feet. “Ahhh,” he breathed, dragging his cock out of Cassidy’s mouth, feeling the scrape of his teeth as he did, “come on,” he urged, pulling him up to his feet by the arm.
“What ‘cha got in mind, stud?” Cassidy teased, reaching down to ease his own aching cock.
Chase pulled him over to the chair, the one he’d taken him in before. “Spread your legs,” he demanded, pushing him face down, ass upturned.
“God, I love masterful men,” Cassidy drawled, as Chase yanked Cassidy’s legs open even further. “Even ones who want to rip me apart,” he chuckled.
Chase walked over to the toy drawer and picked out some great smelling lube. “Says it’s edible,” he remarked, looking down at his own cock which was desperately stiff.
“Edible, eh?” Cassidy muttered, squirming as Chase began to insert a well oiled finger into Cassidy’s tight entrance. “Ooh, baby,” he moaned. “Keep that up.”
Chase pushed his finger deeper, then reached down to fondle his own cock, making sure it stayed nice and hard. Chase twisted his finger up inside of Cassidy, then reached down and played a little with his cock and balls.
Cassidy let out a moan, then a hiss, then something that sounded like a whining dog in heat. Chase laughed softly. “How about another finger?”
“Knock yourself out,” Cassidy grunted as Chase inserted a second lubed digit up inside Cassidy, then got down on his haunches and began licking the underside of Cassidy’s cock.
Cassidy went wild, his hips bucking as Chase finger fucked his ass and gave his balls a good work over with his lips and his tongue. “Bet your tits are hard,” he said softly, moving his finger over the pre-cum that was dripping out of Cassidy’s cock.
Cassidy moaned.
“Play with them. Play with your nipples. Make them hard for me, baby,” Chase told him, leaving his two fingers in place as Cassidy continued to move his ass up and down on them.
“I’m playing with them now,” he groaned. “My nipples are hard like diamonds, stiff, um … so sensitive. I’d love you to bite them.”
Chase slapped at Cassidy’s cock and balls a few times, causing him to swear under his breath. He stood up over him and slapped his ass cheeks once. “Now, move one leg up and over my arm and turn around. Don’t dislodge my fingers from your ass.”
Cassidy lifted a leg over his forearm as Chase lowered it, then he stood up, and lifted his other leg over Cassidy’s lowered arm, almost falling, then regaining his balance.
“Now, lay down on the table, legs up, on your back,” Chase told him.
“Don’t you want to…?” Cassidy asked him, eyes pleading.
“I will, I will fuck you, kid,” Chase said softly, eyes moving over his naked body as he laid back down, and raised his knees, ass raised. Several times his fingers had almost slipped out of him, but they were still there. Now he drove them deeper and began to press up inside of him, causing Cassidy’s hips to buck several times, making his cock and balls flap back and forth.
Chase removed his fingers, causing Cassidy to moan again. “Have to work some on those nipples.”
“You plan to drive me insane then?” Cassidy grunted, following him with his eyes.
“Not quite,” Chase said softly, reaching over to lightly tease one of Cassidy’s nipples with the tip of his finger. Then, he did the same to the other. Leaning over he blew on the left one, then the right, then let his tongue trace around them, leaving a trail of his saliva on his chest.
“Jesus,” Cassidy shivered as Chase’s hand moved down his stomach and took his cock in his fist. As he fondled his cock roughly, he leaned over and took one of the erect nipples between his teeth, and gently bit down on it.
Cassidy went into spasms. “If … you … don’t … fuck … me … soon … I’ll…” he could hardly go on. His chest was heaving. “Damn tease!”
“You want this?” Chase asked, lifting his cock in the air in front of Cassidy.
“Yeah, I want it,” he said, rising off the table.
Chase lowered himself on the floor. He spread his legs and leaned back on his elbows, raising his groin in the air. “Then come here and take it,” he invited. “Ride it.”
Cassidy let out some breath. He came to stand over Chase, his eyes hungrily devouring his fully erect, eight inch cock. Squatting down on his haunches, he took it in his fist and began to guide it up inside of him.
Chase watched his cock begin to disappear
inside of Cassidy, and he lost control. Yanking Cassidy down on his rod, he pulled him to his knees and began to push upwards, using the palms of his hands as leverage.
Cassidy had thrown his head back, his teeth were clamped together, and his eyes closed. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” he hissed, as Chase continued to slam his cock up inside of him. They both began to moan and their breathing became labored as sweat poured down their chest and stomachs, mingling with the cum.
As Chase felt the cum choke out of his cock up inside of Cassidy, Cassidy let out an inhuman cry, shooting cum out of his own cock, and he began to bounce up and down on what was left of Chase’s erection. Suddenly, he fell forward on top of him, pushing him back on the floor.
Chase was surprised when Cassidy kissed him. He moved his spent, drenched body over his, moaning softly, then gently kissed him on the mouth.
“What was that for?” Chase asked him, feeling the urge to reach up and push back some of the fair hair which had fallen into his eyes.
“Nothing. Just felt like it, that’s all,” Cassidy said, lowering his head and placing it on Chase’s chest. For a few minutes, he lay on top of him like that, and it felt pretty good. In fact, it felt too damn good. Chase swallowed, telling Cassidy he was thirsty. “Get off of me will ya, you big lug, I have to get a drink.”
Cassidy raised his head. For a moment, he looked down into Chase’s eyes.
“What?” Chase said, pushing at him to get up.
“You know, you have beautiful eyes.”
Chase made a face. “Yeah, yeah, that’s what you tell all your clients.”
“How did you know?” Cassidy grinned, and rolled off.
“Lucky guess,” Chase scoffed, getting up off the floor.
“You won’t tell Amanda, will you?” Cassidy said, looking scared all of a sudden.
“Of course not. I want to finish school. Make sure nothing’s out of place. She’ll know otherwise.”
Cassidy nodded, and Chase left the room.
* * * *
The next few days went off without incident. No one mentioned the night they had “cheated.” It was like it had never happened. The night before Amanda’s arrival, at about eleven o’clock, Chase was preparing to crawl into bed when he heard what he thought was arguing. Opening his door, he walked along the hallway. When he reached the top of the stairs, the two voices were clearly audible. Two male voices and one of them was Cassidy.
Chase crept down the stairs carefully, pausing when he could hear what was being said.
“You promised me,” a voice roared. “What am I going to do now? That old bag must have some money hanging around here somewhere.”
Then Cassidy’s voice, sounding scared and pleading. “Please Jude, I can’t … I mean she trusts me and … look, she’s coming home tonight. Be patient. I promise I’ll ask…”
“You don’t care about me anymore. You don’t love me. You’ve fallen for that old man you told me about, the one you…”
Chase chose that moment to make an appearance. He walked into the room wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair tied back. “You mean me?” He offered, sizing up Cassidy’s boyfriend. He wasn’t afraid of this guy. He’d had his share of street fights, and this guy looked like the drugs had taken a toll. He was tall, but his body had been ravished by drugs. He looked thin, almost fragile.
“Well, well,” Jude sneered, walking over to Chase.
“Jude, don’t, listen…” Cassidy began, glancing at Chase.
“This isn’t the one you told me was ugly as sin … not to mention old? Ha,” Jude sneered at Chase, “he said you were in your forties.”
“Not quite,” Chase remarked cheerfully. “What are you doing here? This is not your home. I suggest you leave.” He kept his face expressionless, his stance loose.
Jude walked around Chase in a circle, looking him up and down. “Firm, muscular, tanned, nice face, obviously packing,” he said, his eyes assessing Chase’s crotch. “You lied to me, Cassidy. You told me there was no way you could fall for this guy, that he was too ugly and too old.”
“I…” Cassidy began.
“He thinks I’m old, so that one he didn’t lie about. Maybe he thinks I’m ugly too,” Chase shrugged, keeping his eyes on Jude, wondering if he might have a knife on him somewhere. “What exactly is your business here?” Then he looked at Cassidy. “How did he know you were here?”
“I told him but I said just in case of emergency you know,” Cassidy said, biting his nail.
“You’re an idiot,” Chase told him, then looked back at Jude, his face hardening. “Look, Cassidy doesn’t have the money, and the lady of the house doesn’t keep any money around. So you’re shit out of luck.”
Jude turned to Cassidy. “I need the money; you know that, Cass, you know how much I love you.” His voice took on a whining tone and Chase watched the manipulation impassively.
Cassidy shook his head. “I don’t know … I…” He looked torn, and both men could see he wasn’t comfortable with Jude’s demands.
Jude reached out and took Cassidy by the throat. “You fucking little…”
Chase sprang. He grabbed Jude from behind and pulled him away from Cassidy, then, he put him on his knees by digging his fingers into a place on the neck that he knew hurt like hell.
Jude yelped in pain.
“Don’t you ever touch him again, you got it? And don’t you ever come back here again? You got that too?”
Jude nodded over and over, tears streaming down his face as Chase pressed harder on the nerve.
“Now get the fuck off your knees and get out of here,” Chase said releasing him.
Jude scrambled to his feet and staggered to the door. “This won’t be the end of this, you bastard!” He screamed at Chase, his bravery coming back the more distance he put between himself and Chase. When the door slammed, Cassidy turned his eyes to Chase. “Chase, I…”
“Don’t,” Chase put up a hand.
“I didn’t know he’d come here. I…” He rushed over and stood in front of Chase. “I…”
“Do you really love that creep?”
Cassidy opened his mouth to speak.
“Hold on, don’t tell me,” Chase put up a hand again and shook his dark head. “…because if you do, one day he’s going to kill you. He’s a loser and a bum, and he’s using you.”
Cassidy’s eyes widened.
“No one treats the person they’re supposed to love like that. He’s toxic. Get rid of him.” Chase met Cassidy’s eyes for a few seconds, then turned and headed up the stairs.
“Chase,” Cassidy called after him.
Chase paused, but didn’t turn around.
“Thanks,” he said. For a moment the silence hung between them.
Chase nodded once, then continued up the staircase.
* * * *
When the bathroom door opened the following afternoon, Chase was in the shower. He had to learn to lock his bedroom door. Immediately he assumed it was Cassidy, coming to whine about his boyfriend. Chase was more than a little miffed at him, that he could be so stupid, and so gullible. “I don’t want to hear it, Cassidy,” Chase said, reaching for the towel and wiping the water from his face.
“You don’t want to hear what, lover?” A silky, female voice replied, causing Chase to slide open the door, and instinctively lower the towel to hide his genitals. “Oh dear, don’t do that on my account, honey,” Amanda uttered a soft, tinkling laugh.
He gave her a crooked smile. “Welcome home,” he said. He felt her eyes move over him leisurely, then return to his face. She was dressed in a tan suit; matching shoes with six-inch heels were on her feet. How she walked in those things, he’d never know. “How was … ah … where did you go anyway?”
“Prague. And it was fine.”
Chase could feel her eyes on him as he folded the towel around his waist. “Good.” He ran a hand through his hair, then stiffened a bit as she took a step towards him.
“I’ve missed yo
u,” she said, reaching up and toying with a stray lock of his hair. “I was surprised to find out how much I missed you while I was away.”
“Ah. Oh, um, well, I missed you too, Amanda.” He didn’t know what else to say. “Cassidy…”
“Shush,” she said, placing a finger across his lips. “It wasn’t Cassidy I missed, at least not in this way. Long tapered fingernails suddenly lay across his chest. Lightly she scraped them over his chest down to the top of his towel where they paused. Her eyes met his and she licked her painted red lips. “I never wanted any of the others,” she whispered. “Not the way I want you right now.”
Chase’s eyes widened a little. This wasn’t the agreement. Not that he objected greatly. He’d had women before, but this would put a whole new spin on things.
She stepped away from him and laughed. “Darling,” she said, “you should see your face, a brutishly handsome one may I say. I think Cassidy should be wildly in love with you. Tonight, we celebrate. Where is the brat anyway? Couldn’t find him anywhere.”
The brat. How appropriate. “The brat,” Chase suddenly relaxed and worked his way out of the bathroom, “is around somewhere.” At least he hoped he was.
“Good,” she said, following him out, “I’ve brought you the nastiest little pieces of clothing, and I’m dying to see you in them.”
Chase raised his eyebrows and issued Amanda a wary smile.
She lifted a hand and licked her lips again. “Dinner at seven, then playtime with Amanda. I’m more than ready. I’m sure you must be too, darling. Three weeks is a long time to be on rations. Oh, and dress for dinner hon, I’m having a little dinner party.”
Chase opened his mouth to speak, but she was gone. Dinner party? Where in the hell was Cassidy?
* * * *
It was almost six o’clock when Chase spotted Cassidy sauntering past his bedroom door. He rose off the bed he had been sitting on, and sprinted after him. “Where have you been?” He asked.
Cassidy turned around. For a moment, he froze, and then he let out a long whistle. Chase had dressed for dinner as Amanda had asked. Black tailored pants and an open necked deep emerald green shirt, opened loosely at the neck the way Amanda liked. His blow-dried hair waved back a little tonight with the help of some hair gel, and he had forfeited his shave in order to leave that five o’clock shadow on his jaw that Amanda seemed to like so much.
