The Fortunes of Fausto (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

  Before Fausto could respond to this confession, Gene ground himself slowly and erotically against him, and his chest and thighs felt like wet, hard rubber wrenching against Fausto’s skin. Fausto’s dick jumped with arousal!

  Fausto groaned, and Gene nuzzled his mouth into the hollow between his neck and shoulder, with Fausto’s prick twitching impatiently the whole time. Gene suddenly pushed Fausto’s caressing hands away, and got down onto his knees in the shower stall. The spray of water from the nozzle overhead splashed down across his back and shoulders as he bent forward and began to lap at Fausto’s stiff cock with his agile tongue. Fausto looked down the length of his own body and watched his buddy tease his prickhead with the tip of his tongue for several minutes, licking it and tickling it, before he began to tongue the shaft as well, making the entire penis jump toward his mouth. But, Gene always pulled his lips back just when it seemed he was going to suck down on the agitated meat.

  His hand cupped Fausto’s balls and lifted them slowly up and down, as though he were trying to estimate their weight. Suddenly, his head darted forward, and he caught both testicles in his mouth! Fausto watched, fascinated, as Gene’s lips sucked them, and he felt the wet, slippery warmth of the quarterback’s tongue begin to stroke his hairy nuts.

  Gene looked up at him and winked. His lips were spread obscenely wide apart, his head was twisted slightly sideways, and the bridge of his nose pressed in under the root of Fausto’s cock. His mouth began to pull on Fausto’s balls, and Fausto had to clutch at the slippery tiled walls of the stall with both hands to keep his balance, because his body shook with pleasure at what his lover was doing to him.

  His sturdily muscled legs trembled uncontrollably and his cock jumped wildly back and forth, hitting Gene in the face each time his mouth sent a shiver of sensation shooting through Fausto’s swollen scrotum. Gene kept up the ball sucking for several minutes, tonguing Fausto’s nuts until the other guy thought they were going to melt in his mouth.

  Then, letting them slide slowly from between his lips, Gene ran his tongue in a long, wet, erratic pattern, up the length of Fausto’s roaring-hard dick, and circled his tongue-tip lewdly around its head. He gripped Fausto by the base of his throbbing fuck tool and looked up, his eyes burning with an intense inner fire.

  “All right, fucker,” he said throatily, grinning. “Now let’s see if you have anything left in those nuts of yours, after that blow job you got last night!”

  Fausto watched with wanton anticipation as Gene put his mouth on his cock and sucked down on it, as though he were famished for the male meat he was stuffing between his lips. Inch by slow, excruciatingly exciting inch, his lips slid lower, until they were almost covered by the tangle of wet hair at the base and he had every inch of Fausto’s prick in his mouth. Gene held it like that for a few seconds without moving—and Fausto felt the rapid working of his throat, as he cleared and relaxed it. Then—so suddenly that it made Fausto gasp out loud and lean forward against him—Gene began to suck him with all of his oral strength, plunging his dick deep down into his throat.

  It felt as though his cock had been caught inside a warm, wet milking machine, or the suction end of a vacuum cleaner! Fausto had never felt his buddy use such oral force on him before! It felt as though Gene were pulling on his penis from deep inside his chest, sucking so hard that his mouth made loud smacking noises as it fed back and forth on his cock.

  “Christ, man!” Fausto cried. “Oh, hell, Gene! Suck it! Suck that cock of mine! Suck me, cabrón—oh, suck me, suck!”

  Gene’s eyes darted up and he winked at Fausto and growled, as though to say, Do you like it, fucker? Do you like how it feels? Are you getting off on the way my hot, horny cocksucking mouth is working on your big dick?

  As though by way of answer to the unspoken question, Fausto gripped him by both shoulders and leaned forward into the spray from the shower. The water splashed over his head and down onto Gene’s broad back, but neither of them seemed to be aware of it.

  Fausto rocked slowly back and forth on his bare feet, thrusting his crotch at Gene’s face, literally fucking his mouth and throat. His legs trembled, and he was afraid he might slip in the soapy water swirling around his toes in the bottom of the stall. He clung tighter to his cocksucker, his fingers digging painfully deep into the brawn of Gene’s well-developed shoulder muscles.

  Gene only grunted. He wasn’t complaining—he was obviously enjoying himself, every bit as turned on as was the guy he was sucking. His eyes were wide open—Fausto could see that much, when he gazed down at him. They seemed almost glassy, as though Gene were in some sort of erotic trance, and, although his mouth was stuffed with Fausto’s cock, there seemed to be a dreamy smile, too, playing at the very corners of his slurping lips. He was watching the steady plunge of Fausto’s prickshaft coming at his face, the visual stimulation only increasing the physical sensation of the hard thickness stabbing away at the back of his throat.

  Fausto glanced lower, and wasn’t surprised to see that Gene was jerking himself off while he sucked him. His cock looked like a solid shaft of gleaming wet ivory in his fist as he pumped it up and down. His belly rippled with muscular tension as he leaned toward Fausto’s legs. Fausto could tell by the strain in Gene’s whole body that he was close to orgasm. Fausto was getting there fast, too. As though the feelings that Gene’s mouth was giving him weren’t enough, watching the other naked stud masturbate while he blew him would’ve been more than enough to bring the sperm in his balls to a boil.

  His fingers dug into Gene’s shoulders with insistent, bruising force, and he leaned so far over him as he fucked his cock into that tormenting mouth that his belly slammed against the top of Gene’s head.

  “Take it!” Fausto yelled. “Oh, hell, man! Take it! My jism! Now! I’m coming! Take it, I’m coming in your goddamn mouth!”

  With a hard burst that felt as though his entire body was dissolving and gushing with explosive force through his cock, Fausto began to come in Gene’s mouth. He heard a deep groan of delight ripple up from his cocksucker’s throat, and the frantic suction stopped—but only for a moment. Gene held Fausto’s cock all the way down and took every drop of the hot cum that his buddy blasted into him. Then he began to suck the emptied penis again, as though he was determined to milk it dry.

  When, shuddering, Fausto straightened up a few moments later and looked down, he saw his leg covered with thick streaks of Gene’s own sperm, which also floated about in little white pools on top of the water before it whirlpooled down the drain at his feet.

  Chapter Eleven:

  Something New Under the Sun

  “It’s going to be another stinking hot day,” Gene observed over breakfast. “We’ve been pushing the weights pretty hard lately, buddy. We don’t want to over-train. Why don’t we take the day off and go swimming instead? I know a great place where we can catch some rays and cool off in the water.”

  “Sounds great,” Fausto agreed.

  Gene took a six-pack of beer out of the refrigerator, then grabbed towels and two pairs of bathing trunks from his room. They drove out of town, to a small lake. Gene ignored the part of the lakeshore that was open to the public as a park and camping ground, and took a dirt road through the woods to the opposite end of the water. Here, Fausto discovered, was a tiny cove surrounded by flat rocks, with a strip of wet brown sand at the water’s edge and clumps of pine trees nearby.

  “This is a little more private than the main area,” Gene pointed out, as they got out of the car.

  Gene quickly undressed and pulled on his striped trunks. As he tugged the swimsuit into place around his narrow hips, Fausto turned to look admiringly at him. Gene stuck his hand down the front of the suit and adjusted his cock inside it. The trunks were so snug on him that his genital bulge was large and conspicuous, displaying every outline of his cock and balls—even to the fact that he was uncircumcised!

  It looked almost obscene, Fausto thought excitedly, as though his friend wasn’t wearin
g anything at all. It was worse, in a sense, because there was a certain innocence about nudity, while those trunks seemed to brazenly flaunt Gene’s physique and his undeniable masculinity.

  Excited, Fausto stripped down, too, and eased himself into the brief black trunks that Gene had lent him. They were every bit as tight and revealing on Fausto as Gene’s swimsuit was on him, and once Fausto had them on, he could feel an uncomfortable hardening in his dick, because he was kept very aware of their near-nakedness, out there in the open air and hot sunlight.

  “How’s it fit?” Gene wanted to know.

  “They’re—kind of tight.”

  Gene laughed. “It’s your fault,” he teased. “These workouts we’ve been doing together—I’ve put on some muscle since last summer. And your butt has definitely gotten more muscular from all those squats. I wish we could sunbathe bare-assed naked, but even out here I suppose it’s not safe. Somebody could come along and see us. Come on, let’s get wet.”

  He led Fausto to the water, and they splashed around exultantly for a quarter of an hour or so, laughing and enjoying the heat and the refreshing water. Their trunks were soaked and clung even more revealingly to their buttocks and crotches when they climbed out of the lake and sat down on a blanket, which Gene spread out over the sand near the pines.

  “We’d better get some of this lotion on.” Gene moved closer to Fausto on the blanket. His body, like Fausto’s, was dripping wet as he produced a tube of suntan cream. His body hair was matted flat against his chest and legs, and his bathing suit was plastered against his loins like a second sheer, translucent skin as he began to rub the cream over his face and shoulders and arms. “Turn around,” he said softly, “and I’ll do your back.” His body moved even closer to Fausto’s and his hands massaged the lotion into the other guy’s broad back. When Fausto glanced quickly down at Gene’s crotch, he could see the telltale swelling of his cock inside the striped bathing suit. He watched the bulge in the trunks grow, pushing up against the bathing trunks, asserting itself as it came alive with full, hardened potency and readiness.

  “You can’t possibly be horny again so soon,” Fausto said accusingly. “Not after that hot session we had in the shower!”

  “That’s your fault, too,” Gene retorted, with a laugh. “I can’t help it—I guess I’m oversexed to begin with, and you sure as hell bring out the worst in me.” He ran his greasy hands around to Fausto’s chest, cupped his pecs in his palms, and squeezed them lightly. His thumbs rubbed over the hard, pointed tips of Fausto’s nipples. “Do you want to fool around?” he whispered into Fausto’s ear.

  For once, Fausto didn‘t hesitate before answering. “Yeah. Let’s do it!”

  “We’d better make it quick, though,” Gene warned.

  He twisted away from Fausto and pushed the wet bathing trunks down to his knees, then wriggled his legs completely out of them. When he lay back on the blanket, his penis pointed stiff and straight up toward his belly and the sky, the head almost touching the pit of his navel. Fausto moved in closer to him and touched his cock lightly with his fingers. It jumped and slapped back with a soft, muffled impact against Gene’s skin.

  Gene spread his legs wider apart and Fausto got between them, on his knees. He bent over Gene’s body, looking down at his throbbing erection. In the full, blazing sunlight of the cloudless afternoon, he could see every detail of Gene’s cock, much more clearly than he’d ever seen it in Gene’s bedroom. He admired, first, the ridge made by the foreskin an inch or so below the thick head as it pulled tightly back, then the dark, rose-colored bulge of the head itself, mushrooming out from the top of the long, stiff shaft. Next, he scrutinized the heavy bluish veins running through the cockshaft, the bush of hair around the base, and finally the skin of the testicles, coated with long, curly strands of hair across the loose, crinkled sac. It all seemed new and exciting to him, as though he’d never seen, touched, or tasted it before!

  He lifted the cock from Gene’s belly and saw the gleam of fluid appearing in the slit in its tip—a clear, sticky secretion of jism, proof of how aroused the young stud already was. His legs were tense, as was his stomach. Fausto could see him holding in his muscles when he glanced up the length of his body. Every nerve and fiber in him seemed taut with expectation and sexual need. He was waiting impatiently for the first touch of Fausto’s lips on his prick, for the wetness of his saliva, for the tickling pressure of his tongue on his flesh, for the steady suction from deep in Fausto’s throat as he pulled on him and took him deeper and deeper into the gulf of his mouth.

  Gene’s eyes were tightly closed. His hands, at his sides, were balled into tight fists, squeezed so tightly together that his suntanned knuckles were turning white.

  Fausto lowered his face slowly toward the crotch, toward that tense hardness pulsating inside his fingers. Gene’s cock twitched, its head swelling and dripping more jism.

  Fausto pressed his lips to the head of the penis in a light kiss. He opened his mouth. He sucked the head of Gene’s dick deeply inside his mouth with one long, slow plunge down on the thick, inflexible shaft.

  Gene groaned with pleasure. “Oh, fuck!” he panted. “Does that ever feel good, man! Suck me! Suck me some more! Suck me off, buddy, take my cum in your mouth!”

  His hands groped up at Fausto and, clumsily, found the top of his head. He began to guide his cocksucker back and forth on his prick, moving Fausto’s head in his hands. His hips ground up from the sand, jabbing and thrusting his dick deep into Fausto’s mouth, while Fausto eagerly sucked it. Gene groaned and sobbed and writhed from side to side as Fausto blew him.

  “Keep it up!” he demanded hoarsely. “I’m just about there! Keep sucking, buddy! I’m almost there!”

  Fausto knew Gene was close to exploding! He could feel the hardness, the tension, in his cockshaft—like a coiled metal spring being wound up tighter and tighter, until it could twist no further and suddenly snapped in one fierce burst of violent energy!

  “Get ready!” Gene rasped. “I’m close! Get ready to take my cum, man! I’m so close I can feel it squirting up into my fucking dick—oh, damn—damn—take it, baby, take it all, ’cause here it comes!”

  His hands shoved Fausto’s head all the way down on his prick. Every inch of it rammed into Fausto’s mouth and throat, and he started to choke on its sheer bulk—but Gene wouldn’t let him up. Fausto felt the meaty cockshaft trembling against his lips, and then, suddenly, far in the back of his plugged throat, he felt Gene's hot, salty sperm pouring out. There was a lot of it this time. It emerged in hot, thick bursts, with a stronger-than-usual bitter saline taste. Repeatedly, the jism shot into his mouth, while Gene held him down and made him take every single drop.

  “That was wild, Fausto." Gene reached for the other guy, and hugged him close against his chest. They lay there quietly for a minute or two, listening to each other’s breathing, feeling each other’s heartbeats through their chests. “You didn’t come yet, did you?” Gene asked.

  “No.” Fausto sat up and quickly stripped out of his swimsuit. His prick was aching hard, stiff and throbbing. He put his hand on it and began to stroke himself roughly.

  “Wait. Don’t just jerk it,” Gene protested.

  “Do you want to suck it?”

  “Yeah, but—” Gene hesitated. “I’ve got an even better idea. Why don’t you fuck me?”

  “What?”

  “Like that blond guy in the movie last night. Shove it up my ass.”

  Gene was blushing, which was certainly unusual for him, when Fausto looked at him. “You mean it? You really want me to do it to you—that way?”

  “Sure. Well, maybe not that rough. But I do want you to fuck me.” Gene was already reaching for his discarded clothes, and he pulled a condom out of his pants pocket.

  “You carry those around with you?” Fausto asked.

  “Sure, all the time. You never know when opportunity is going to knock.”

  Gene tore open the packet and handed it to Fausto, wh
o extracted the rubber and put it on his cock. Gene grabbed the tube of suntan cream, inspected it closely, and then shook his head.

  “We can’t use this, because it’s not water-based. Shit, I didn’t think to bring along any lube. You’re going to have to fuck me dry. Or maybe with just a little spit.” He lay on his back and lifted his legs from the blanket. “Put it in me,” he urged, an eager expression on his handsome face as he squinted up against the blazing sun. “Fuck me, man!”

  Fausto had never done it before, and he felt awkward as he clambered back into position, on his knees between his friend’s opened legs. He took his cock in his hand and pushed the head between Gene’s hairy buttocks. Gene raised his hand to his lips and licked it, several times, transferring some of his saliva to his fingertips. Then he reached down and rubbed the spittle over the head of Fausto’s latex-sheathed prick. Gene repeated this action twice, until he was satisfied that the improvised lubrication might be sufficient for the job. Next, he matter-of-factly guided the tip of the fuck tool to his puckered sphincter rim. He pressed Fausto’s cockhead firmly against his asshole, and, grunting, tried his best to relax its pressure.

  “Push it in me,” he panted.

  Fausto leaned his weight forward, against Gene’s buns, and to his surprise felt his cockhead sink inside the other boy’s ass, which gripped him like a hot, squirming fist.

  “Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed.

  “You can say that again!” Gene moaned, shuddering under him. “Damn, you’re thick! And that goddamn spit hasn’t reduced the friction all that much.”

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “It hurts, but it feels good, too. I don’t know how to describe it, man! It’s kind of a burning sensation, but it only makes you want more of it, and deeper inside you. Damn, could your prick be any bigger? I want it, though! I want it bad! All of it, every inch of your goddamn big cock! Shove the rest of it in me, quick!”