The Fortunes of Fausto (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

  Then Gene began to kiss his way down Fausto’s body, starting with his throat, licking the flesh, and wetting it with the flat of his tongue. He licked Fausto’s chest, sucking on each of his big tits in turn, getting the cones stiff, and Fausto groaned with pleasure and buried his fingers in Gene’s hair, pressing his mouth tighter against his pec.

  “You’ve acquired some interesting scars over the years, I see,” Gene observed, taking inventory of his friend’s body, rubbing the tip of his tongue over a slash of white, well-healed old scar tissue on Fausto’s belly.

  “Appendix,” Fausto explained breathlessly. “I still had it, you know, and the motherfucker ruptured a few years ago. That was scary.”

  “And this one?” Gene kissed a pockmark on Fausto’s lower thigh.

  “Knee surgery.”

  “And this one?” Gene’s lips brushed over the deep crease between Fausto’s abdomen and thigh muscle, licking his way slowly and voluptuously toward his genitals.

  “A jealous lover,” Fausto teased. “Those are his teeth marks—the son of a bitch tried to castrate me with his teeth.” In fact, he’d stabbed himself with a spear gun, while scuba diving, during a Caribbean vacation several years before, but Gene didn’t have to know that.

  “Tried to castrate you, huh? Like this?” Gene pushed his head lower and licked the hairy sac containing Fausto’s balls, which were larger than most men’s to begin with, and were now quite swollen and inflexible inside their pouch of crinkled flesh. Fausto groaned, and, opening his lips wider, Gene sucked both balls easily inside his mouth. He pushed his lips right up against the root of Fausto’s stiffening penis, keeping his nuts trapped inside his juicy mouth, rinsing them in his saliva. Then he began to suck on the testicles, teasing them with his tongue. Fausto grunted as the lewd pleasure throbbed through his groin and his prick jerked into an even higher arc of desperate arousal above Gene’s handsome face.

  “Oh, you’re good,” he moaned. “You’re so damn good at that!”

  “I’ve had years of practice since the last time I did it to you, remember? And I’m still pretty damn good at this, too,” Gene panted, as he let Fausto’s balls slip out of his mouth. He ran his tongue up and down the other man’s cockshaft, wetting it thoroughly. Then he grasped the base of the shaft lightly in his hand to steady it, and pressed his velvety lips against the head of Fausto’s penis. He lowered his head as he slowly opened his mouth to swallow the cockhead.

  His jaws had to open wider than normal in order to accommodate the turgid bulk of the shaft, which seemed to get thicker as his mouth inched its way toward the base of it, toward Fausto’s lower belly.

  “Suck me, Gene,” Fausto groaned, burying his finger’s in his friend’s soft hair, guiding his mouth lower down around his meat. “Suck it for me, and then I’ll suck yours, just like we used to!”

  Gene seemed to have every intention of sucking it, but he was in no hurry. He obviously wanted to take it slow and easy, so that he could savor every second of their erotic reunion! Fausto seemed willing to start their lovemaking slowly, too. His hands remained pressed against the top of Gene’s head, but he made no attempt to push Gene’s mouth down on his dick any faster than Gene’s lips were already sliding down around his swollen prickshaft.

  Gene hadn’t actually begun to blow him yet—he simply had Fausto’s cock inside his mouth—but Fausto already felt excited, and, to a certain extent, even satisfied. Gene’s mouth was exactly as he remembered it—exceptionally warm and wet, frictionless, as it coated every inch of Fausto’s hot cock with slippery saliva. The thick cockhead collided with the back of his mouth for a moment, but then deflected easily into the yawning opening of Gene’s carefully relaxed throat.

  Eyes wide open, Gene watched the steady progress of the dick he was swallowing, saw its two or three inches that still remained outside his lips. The penis inside his mouth felt impossibly solid, more like a hard-rubber dildo than a vulnerable organ of flesh and blood!

  His face continued its eager, gradual descent, his lips finally reaching his fist, which still held and steadied the base of the huge cock. Gene then took his hand away, placing it, along with his other hand, under Fausto’s ass, lifting the big man’s hips upward to shove the last inch of his pulsating cock into his mouth and throat, which were so greedily sinking down and opening up to claim and devour that meat.

  At last Gene had all of it, all ten inches, in his mouth! His lips formed an oval, molding themselves snugly around the very root of Fausto’s massive fuck tool, his mouth rubbing against the firmness of the guy’s lower abdomen, his nose tickling his skin. Fausto’s big balls formed a pillow of sorts for Gene’s chin, and his thick, silky pubic strands brushed against Gene’s lips and cheeks.

  Fausto’s crotch scent, strong and utterly masculine, growing steadily more pronounced because the heat from the fire was making him sweat, filled Gene’s nostrils as he fought for breath around the dick plugging his throat. His throat muscles spasmed and he gagged slightly, and Gene reluctantly let an inch or so of cock slip back out of his throat.

  His head began its climb back up the throbbing tool, his firmly pressing lips pulling their way sluggishly up along the saliva-lubricated cockshaft, retracing the path they had just taken. Eventually, the tip of the cock threatened to pop free of his mouth. Gene paused, licked the cockhead rapidly, and then pushed his mouth back down on the turgid prick.

  “God, you always did know how to suck cock, Gene,” Fausto gasped. He would have been content simply to lie there by the fire and let the other man service him, bring him to the delirious verge of orgasm with his sensuous mouth and tongue and throat. But Fausto had never liked to be a selfish sex partner, and Gene’s own thick, hard cock was beckoning to him.

  “Come on, let me join in the fun,” Fausto urged, shifting his agile body on the pillows and getting into position with Gene’s cock at his own mouth, without pulling his own prick away from the other guy’s passionately slurping lips. He could feel his cock driving itself into Gene’s throat again as he turned his body around and pushed his hips toward Gene’s face. He let Gene get on top of him.

  Fausto wrapped his arms around his friend’s waist, clamping his fingers down on the muscular ass cheeks. They were as solid as he remembered them—no sag there! Then, holding onto the buttocks for support, he raised his head from the floor, his mouth opening and gulping up both of Gene’s balls. The nuts, plus their thick, furry surrounding flesh, almost overflowed Fausto’s mouth. But he held them inside his lips, his nose pressing into the thick cord of muscle that connected the scrotum to Gene’s asshole, his chin rubbing tightly against the root of the enormous dick projecting from Gene’s sweaty groin.

  Fausto sucked the balls, rolling them from one cheek to the other, rinsing them in his spit—almost trying to swallow them. He knew that any slight discomfort he might be causing Gene would only turn the guy on as both men’s lust steadily mounted to fever pitch.

  When Fausto finally let go of Gene’s testicles, he decided to lick his asshole as well, before actually going after the guy’s cock. But, as excited as he was by the prospect of getting a good taste of Gene’s ass, Fausto was a firm believer in safe sex, and caution prevailed.

  “Hey,” he said, pulling away from the other man and sitting up. “Remember that first time we got it on with David Carlyle? In the weight room, in the gym, on that hot summer day?”

  Gene had to take Fausto’s cock out of his mouth before he could reply. “I remember it, all right. How could I forget? That was one wild threesome.”

  “Remember how he gave us that little lecture on the desirability of anal hygiene, before indulging in oral-anal contact?”

  “Oh yeah. That was one of the few times he actually behaved like a teacher when he was alone with us, instead of like a horndog,” Gene said, rather cynically. “But I will give the guy credit—he always insisted on playing safe.”

  “Me, too. I want to suck your ass, Gene.”

  “Damn, Faus
to. Just hearing you talk like that makes me so fucking horny, I’m afraid I’m going to come too soon. Okay, point taken. Wait here a second. Pour us a couple more brandies.”

  Gene jumped up and dashed out of the room, nude. A moment later, Fausto heard him running up the staircase to the second floor. Fausto picked up the brandy bottle and refilled the two snifters.

  Gene returned, a little out of breath, laden with a dry folded towel, evidently fresh from the laundry, a wet washcloth, and a small plastic pump bottle of liquid soap.

  “Here we go,” he said, putting the items down. “And I’ll have you know this soap is unscented and hypoallergenic. For a special guest like you, no expense has been spared.” He pumped some of the soap onto the washcloth, and used it to cleanse his ass.

  Fausto handed Gene one of the snifters, and both men drank.

  “Oh, I’m getting a nice little buzz on,” Gene reported.

  “So am I. It feels good.”

  Fausto helped himself to another mouthful of the brandy, but this time, instead of swallowing the liquor, he kept it inside his mouth. Silently, eagerly, the two men resumed the sixty-nine position they had been in before. Gene swooped down upon Fausto’s cock again, taking all of it inside his mouth.

  Fausto grabbed Gene’s butt. His fingers dug into the cheeks of Gene’s ass, spreading them, pulling the hairy cleft between them down against his face. His tongue darted out and probed the rim of Gene’s asshole, then pressed against the puckered flesh, penetrating it. Some of the brandy trapped in a little pool inside Fausto’s mouth trickled down his throat, and some of it leaked out into Gene’s anal pucker and dripped down the cleft between his buttocks. Fausto lapped at the brandy-flavored butt flesh, then tickled the sphincter itself with the tip of his tongue.

  Gene moaned loudly around his mouthful of cock, shaking his head around Fausto’s meat as he felt the thrilling, unexpected penetration of his asshole. His whole body trembled as Fausto’s lips kissed his anal opening hard, the darting tongue fucking as far as possible into the hole. Fausto had a long, powerful tongue, and it went so deeply up Gene’s ass that Gene almost believed it was really a small cock ramming into him!

  Fausto couldn’t believe that he was making love to Gene again, after so many years! But he was, and he also doing his damnedest to make up for all that lost time! He continued to rim Gene’s sweet, tight ass, his fingers prying his buddy’s buns even farther apart, so that his tongue could push in even deeper. His nose pressed against the sweaty cleft between Gene’s squirming buttocks. He smelled the aroma of another man in heat, and through the overlay of the brandy he tasted the clean, slightly acidic natural flavor of the lining of the man’s asshole on his tongue.

  He kept his face pressed against the asshole until he was confident that he had driven Gene absolutely wild with lust. Then Fausto moved back to Gene’s fat balls, licking them for a few minutes before he lowered his head to the floor between Gene’s shuddering thighs.

  Fausto seized one of the pillows and stuffed it under his head to prop it up comfortably. He reached up and grabbed Gene’s jism-leaking prick, pulling its resisting stiffness down and guiding its tip between his lips. He suctioned in the thick head, knowing from the groan that vibrated around his own dick that his sudden eating of Gene’s cock was making the poor guy twice as horny as he’d already been!

  Gene bobbed his head faster on Fausto’s meat, one of his sweaty hands fondling the football player’s bulky balls as his lips slipped hurriedly back and forth, up and down, sloppily caressing the thick cockshaft rammed into his mouth and down his throat.

  He was well aware of the twisting urgency inside his own guts, the fire that Fausto’s rimming and sucking had lit in his own loins. He hoped that Fausto was every bit as excited. He prayed that Fausto would soon give him his cum! Gene desperately wanted to take his old fuck buddy’s thick, slimy load, to experience once again its taste!

  Both men were so excited that it took them only a few more minutes of intense, steady sucking to bring each other off. Fausto came first. He had no sooner whimpered out loud as he felt his sperm to rush through the core of his overexcited cock, his hips driving extra hard in order to bury his erupting manhood deeper down Gene’s throat, than he felt the sudden, telltale swelling and throbbing of Gene’s hot cock as it baptized his own mouth and throat with its scalding fuck cream.

  Fausto sucked Gene dry, his head twisting and corkscrewing itself around his friend’s bursting fuck tool in his determination to get every drop of his jism, which tasted surprisingly sweet and milky, not at all as he’d remembered it. Fausto’s hips rose and fell on the pillows. Each upward thrust fed the entire length of his big prick into Gene’s sucking mouth, and each return to the floor seemed to coax a fresh spurt of fluid from his cock. Both men heaved, shuddered, and spasmed—surrendering themselves completely to the deluge of passion that gushed out of their bodies. They basked in the soothing heat from the flames in the fireplace, savoring the delicious ecstasy of sharing their fresh, hot semen, their hungry mouths swallowing up the blasted cum, then sucking away in search of still more of the fluid, long after each man had lost the last of his hot, potent seed—only to have it claimed by the other guy’s mouth.

  When it was over, Gene lifted his hips, shuddering slightly when the now highly sensitive head of his cock reluctantly slipped free of the clasp of Fausto’s lips. His own mouth reluctantly let go of Fausto’s dick, the bulk of which he eyed once more with immense pleasure, and a thrill of satisfaction at the thought of having just sucked off that huge organ successfully. Then he twisted his body free of Fausto’s, and slumped down on the pile of pillows and the carpet beside him, no longer in a crotch-to-head position, but face-to-face with his friend.

  “God, that was good!” Gene moaned, feeling exuberant despite the fact that he felt temporarily drained of strength as well as of semen. “I haven’t come like that in a long time. And you—you’ve obviously learned a few tricks, since the last time we were together like this!”

  “Yeah,” Fausto murmured in reply, lost in his own post-orgasmic contentment for a moment. “I guess I have.” He reached out to caress Gene’s chest with his warm hand, finally rolling over on top of the other man and joining their lips together in a prolonged, tender kiss.

  Chapter Eight:

  The Pleasures of Men

  It was though the past twenty years had never happened. Gene broke their kiss, and, with an almost boyish laugh, retrieved the two brandy snifters and replenished them from the bottle.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk, so you can have your way with me?” Fausto teased, as they stood there drinking, both unself-consciously nude.

  “I’ve got news for you, buddy,” Gene retorted. “I just had my way with you, and you weren’t drunk. You knew exactly what you were doing—and I must say, you did it extremely well.”

  “But I really shouldn’t drink so much on an empty stomach.”

  “It won’t be empty for long. As soon as we get cleaned up, we’ll have some dinner. We can either go out, or I’ll make something for us here.”

  “You cook?”

  “Sure. I have all of the basic domestic skills. Some day, I plan to get married again, and this time I’ll be a good husband to some lucky guy.”

  “I ate in a restaurant last night. It was good, but after these two weeks on the road, I’m getting tired of restaurant food.”

  “Then it’s settled. We’ll stay in. Hey—I’ve got something here I wanted to show you.” Gene went to one of the bookshelves that lined the walls, retrieved a volume, and opened it to where he’d marked the place with a slip of paper. “Look at this, Fausto.”

  “Oh, my God. Please tell me that is not our college yearbook. I haven’t looked at my copy in years.”

  “Get a load of this picture of the team. This must’ve been taken after we started fucking around with each other. Notice that not only did we make sure we were next to each other, you actually have your arm around me. Rather b
old of you, considering how naïve you were back then.”

  “Yeah, look at us. It’s as though it were our own little secret. God, were we ever really that young?”

  “Once,” Gene said, with a certain sadness creeping into his voice. “Once we were really that young—that innocent.”

  “I wouldn’t say we were exactly innocent. You were pretty experienced, even back then.”

  “I had a head start, that’s all. And you were one hell of a fast learner,” Gene retorted, safely back in his bantering mode. “Do you remember the first time you sucked my cock?”

  “I’ll never forget it. I was so turned on I thought I’d die.”

  “Why, Fausto—you’re making me blush!”

  “You, embarrassed by a little sex talk? Or by a compliment about your oral technique? Yeah, right—in your dreams! False modesty doesn’t become you, you horny fucker.”

  Gene laughed, then slapped Fausto on his bare ass. “Get this hot ass of yours upstairs. My bedroom’s the first door on the right, and I’ve got my own bathroom. You go shower while I get things started in the kitchen.”

  “You’re going to cook like that? In the nude?”

  “I do a lot of things in the nude. Stick around, and I may show you a few of them. If you don’t want to put those clothes back on, borrow anything of mine, that you can find to fit you.”

  Fausto gathered his clothes, carried them upstairs, and walked naked through Gene’s bedroom, pausing only to glance at the king-size bed and wonder whether Gene ever shared it with anyone. He might be sharing it with somebody tonight, Fausto thought excitedly, as he deposited his clothes on the bed and then made his way into the bathroom.

  The shower was sybaritic, a glass-walled cubicle with half a dozen heads that could be adjusted to blast the body with water from virtually every angle. Fausto got the temperature pleasantly hot, then began to soap himself from head to foot, languidly, his body still tingling in the aftermath of the sex he and Gene had shared downstairs.