The Fortunes of Fausto (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

  “Okay, now you’re stuck with me, at least for one night,” he remarked. He looked around the living room. “Nice place.”

  Fausto was in no mood for idle chitchat. “Uh, Marc—”

  “Oh, I left Marc back home. He can take care of himself.”

  “What about your business?”

  “That can take care of itself, too. The boss has more important things on his mind.” Gene took off his jacket and tossed it onto a chair. “Is there somebody waiting for you in the bedroom?”

  “No,” Fausto said humbly. “I’m alone. I mean, we’re alone. You and I, just the two of us.”

  “Good.” Gene looked at Fausto, enigmatically, then grabbed him by the shoulders. “Now, listen up. You are mine, you oversexed son of a bitch!” he exploded. “I don’t care how many other men you’ve been with, or plan to be with—you are still mine, in the only way that really counts, God damn you!” He kissed Fausto frenziedly, and Fausto held Gene against his half-naked body in a death grip.

  “Gene, I—”

  “Don’t talk. We can talk later. I don’t want to talk, or think. Not right now. I just want you take me into the bedroom and fuck me. It’s all I could think about on the plane. Hell, it’s all I’ve been able to think about since that morning when you left.”

  Together, they stumbled into the bedroom, where Gene shed his clothes and Fausto extricated himself from his sweatpants. Nude, they fell onto the bed, and Fausto lay back on the mattress and silently urged Gene to straddle him.

  “Fuck my face,” Fausto urged. “I want to taste your cock!”

  Gene grasped Fausto’s head between his hands, and, seated on Fausto’s chest, pushed his erection toward the football player’s open, waiting mouth. Fausto stuck out his tongue and swabbed the tip of the erection, wetting it with his saliva, and Gene groaned in response.

  “Suck it, Fausto! Take my dick inside your hot mouth, man!” Gene pleaded desperately, trying to force the other guy’s head up and into the position he wanted, so that he could fuck his face. Fausto resisted, toying with the shaft of Gene’s cock for a few moments longer, before he quickly readjusted himself so that he could kiss the tip of Gene’s cock with his wet, slurping lips.

  Jism was dribbling out of Gene’s piss slit, and it tasted salty and potent on Fausto’s eagerly swabbing tongue. Wanting to clear his throat and open it as far as possible, he again altered his angle of attack—and went down on Gene with reckless hunger, shoving the fat head of the dick between his gaping lips and driving it straight toward the back of his mouth and down into his throat—swallowing up all of that hot, juicy prickmeat in a single lustful gulp!

  Fausto’s lips closed snugly around the base of the pounding ramrod, and he began to suck it, clawing at Gene’s squirming thighs and ass cheeks to hold the other man in position on top of him as he blew him.

  “Suck it!” Gene gasped, as the warmth and moisture of Fausto’s talented throat massaged his rigid member. He let Fausto work on his prick for several minutes, until he was afraid he was going to come too soon.

  “My balls, Fausto—suck on my hot balls, too!” he begged. He spread his legs to let his hefty pair of testicles tumble down between his thighs, so far that they actually touched the groove between Fausto’s pecs for a second—before Fausto lowered his head, and, reluctantly allowing Gene’s saliva-slick cock to slip out of his mouth, captured both nuts between his lips at once and drew them gently all the way inside his mouth.

  Fausto nuzzled his cheek against the hard curve of one of Gene’s thighs, buried his nose into the soft hairs that sprouted around the root of his cockshaft, and inhaled deeply and repeatedly to fill his nostrils with the warm, musky man-scent of his aroused genitals.

  His mouth was stuffed with Gene’s nuts, and the slightest motion of his lips or tongue around them was enough to make Gene shiver and cry out breathlessly in response. Excited by Gene’s reactions, Fausto sucked even harder on his balls. Finally, he pressed a hand between Gene’s squirming buttocks and wormed his way with his middle finger deep into Gene’s butch asshole, finger-fucking it until his buddy was all but hysterical with lust.

  “Go ahead, Fausto! Fuck me! Or let me suck on that big, hard dick of yours—whatever you want!” Gene gasped.

  “Now?” Fausto asked, as he let Gene’s saliva-soaked balls pop out of his drooling mouth. “You want me to fuck you right now?” His finger bored deeper into the moist pit of the quivering asshole that he was proposing to fuck. Both men’s naked bodies glistened with sweat.

  “Hell, yes! Right now, man! Fuck my ass for me good and hard, and fuck it right now!” Gene demanded.

  Both men were now too aroused, too impatient to unite their bodies, to drag out the preliminaries any longer. Fausto grabbed a condom, tore open its wrapper, and unrolled the rubber onto his prick. He sat back on the bed, tucking his legs under him, and gripped Gene’s ankles in his sweating hands. He pulled the other guy’s legs up, and, bending them at the knees, guided them around his narrow waist.

  Gene pressed his trembling thighs against either side of his lover’s remarkably well-defined midsection, lifting his head from the mattress for a moment to admire the way the big man’s powerfully developed physique swelled out above and below that absurdly small waist of his.

  Wriggling frantically to move his ass into the right position, pressed firmly down into Fausto’s crotch, Gene put his hands beneath his buttocks and heaved them upward to meet Fausto’s prick and impale himself upon it. Fausto took his cock in his fist while he helped spread Gene’s ass cheeks apart with his other hand, finding the asshole itself with his fingers and coaxing it open again.

  “Don’t you want any lube?” he asked.

  “No, I want to feel it, really feel you going in and out of me,” Gene gasped.

  Fausto shoved the head of his dick against the puckered ring of muscle, and pushed, hard! The blunt, rounded mass of turgid cockhead easily forced its way through the circle of tight but relaxed sphincter muscle, and three or four inches of hard cockshaft slipped up into the steamy sheath of Gene’s yielding ass. The latex squeaked from the friction!

  Gene had to tense up and catch his lower lip between his teeth to keep from crying out as a brief spasm of pain flashed hotly through his butt. But the fierce, gritty friction that Fausto’s unlubricated cockhead was exerting all around his stretching anal opening was part of the pleasure he was already getting out of their coupling.

  “Give me the rest of it!” Gene demanded.

  “All right, man—you asked for it, you got it!” Fausto grasped Gene’s split ass cheeks in his hands, held them obscenely wide open, and rammed the remaining few inches of his dick home with one brutally gratifying shove that made both men dizzy and breathless with lust.

  “Fuck!” Gene yelled. “Fuck me, man!”

  They began to fuck! Fausto clenched his teeth in a snarl of concentration, and flexed his buttocks in a rippling downward motion that pumped his cock in and out of Gene’s manhole. He pushed his hips against the other guy’s, to get a smooth, back-and-forth, in-and-out, humping rhythm established.

  Groaning, grunting, sounding like nothing so much as some horny animal in the height of the spring rut, Fausto fell on top of Gene’s glowing body and began sucking his sweaty tits, as he screwed him. Gene threw both his legs up higher around Fausto’s waist, and held on tight, moving his ass back and forth to coincide perfectly with each lunge that his Latino lover’s long, hard dick made up the entire length of his reamed-out butt.

  “Fuck me, Fausto! Oh, fuck me hard!” Gene moaned, surrendering his body unreservedly to the other man’s insistent anal assault. “This is all I could think about, the past few days, this whole time we’ve been apart. Let me feel every fucking inch of your big cock ramming up into my hole! Fuck me really hard! Fuck me, man! Fuck my ass!”

  Fausto obliged! His cock pumped in and out of Gene’s butt, encountering just enough resistance to make the thrusts and withdrawals wildly exciting. Gene’
s own hard-on was painfully trapped between the two men’s bellies. He slid his hand between their bodies and made enough room to get his fingers around his rod in a tight fist. His knuckles rubbed up into Fausto’s stomach muscles as he began to jerk himself off, timing his pumping motions to match those that Fausto’s cock was making deep inside his thoroughly plugged and spasming rear end.

  “No, man. Don’t jerk it yourself. Let me have it—let me beat it for you,” Fausto mumbled, before helping himself to another mouthful of juicy pec and throbbing-hard nipple.

  His big hands stroked Gene’s flanks, ran over his belly, found the masturbating fist and pushed it away, to take over the task themselves.

  Gene flung his arms around Fausto’s torso and crushed him down against his chest as Fausto added a flailing fist to the oral services he was already lavishing upon Gene’s hard-fucked body. Gene’s mind whirled in a giddy blur of pleasure. He could distinguish, if he tried hard enough, the sensations produced by Fausto’s mouth on his tit, or Fausto’s hand around his dick, from the infinitely more intense stimulation created by the relentless plowing of Fausto’s horse cock surging back and forth inside his tightly plugged ass.

  But the wild tit-sucking, masturbating, and ass-fucking seemed to melt into one wave of erotic frenzy that kept washing over Gene’s shivering flesh like a perpetually incoming tide! A tide that ran alternatively hot and cold, so that Gene’s body felt first chilled, then hot and sticky from the sweat that seeped from his every pore.

  Fausto’s rough fist was rubbing his cock raw. Fausto’s hot tongue sent spasms of pleasure all over Gene’s upper body as it rasped over his nipples, getting his tits even harder and more tender, more responsive. And, all the while, Fausto’s enormous prick, which seemed to expand each time it drove back into Gene’s guts, was reaming out the hypersensitive interior of his asshole, plowing up that hard-fucked anal furrow until Gene wanted to open his mouth and scream out loud to release the pent-up sexual tensions welling up within him.

  It all felt wonderful—but, taken all together, it was almost too much. Gene wanted desperately to come!

  And then, at last, after long, breathless, excruciatingly pleasurable minutes of hard cock driving into willing ass, Gene felt that familiar, welcome sensation of helpless ecstasy rushing right through him. He was about to come! Thank God!

  “I’m coming!” he choked. “Shoot in me, Fausto! Lose your hot load! Oh, Fausto! Use your goddamn hand on my dick—jerk me off—I’m going to come, man! And I want you to come in my ass while I cream—oh, Christ, yeah! I’m coming, take it, I’m shooting my fucking jism all over the fucking place!”

  Gene’s cock leaped and twitched within the sweaty enclosure of Fausto’s stroking palm and fingers. That jerking fist felt slick and hot against Gene’s exploding meat. A first spurt of his milky white semen shot up and struck Fausto’s stomach, then was mashed into a slimy paste as the big man fell on top of Gene and ground his body against Gene’s—and he, too, began to discharge his sexual artillery inside the firing range of Gene’s hot ass.

  His cannon-like cock blasted its hot sperm into the condom, far up inside the plugged rectal passageway. Gene opened his mouth and finally did allow himself the luxury of screaming—long and loud and raucously—as Fausto’s calloused fist forced the last bursts of white fuck cream out of his sore and exhausted prick.

  The milky load spattered thickly over both their naked bodies, wetting them down, their body heat quickly liquefying the sticky jism into a clear fluid. It ran over their limbs in tiny, sluggish rivulets, until the source ran dry. Fausto’s cock fired its last defiant fusillade into the rubber, and began to calm down, its fierce pulsations of ejaculation slowing to a halt.

  “Fausto—God damn! Oh, hell, yes!” Gene sputtered, not wanting their fuck to end, but reveling in the warm, sultry afterglow of their furious man-to-man lovemaking. His asshole felt as though it were on fire, but its muscles were sufficiently relaxed now so that Fausto’s still-hard fuck tool gave him no discomfort at all, as it continued to slide back and forth deep inside him.

  “God, Fausto, you always did know how to fuck—you always were the best! Keep your cock in me,” Gene urged throatily, moving his hips and buttocks against Fausto’s groin to prolong the sensations that both men were enjoying so much.

  “And you always were one hell of a hot fuck,” Fausto muttered happily. He let his face slide up Gene’s sweat-slick chest so that he could speak directly into his ear. “I’d forgotten—”

  Words failed him, and he bit Gene’s earlobe lightly, then used his tongue to brush aside long, thick locks of his lover’s disheveled hair and swab out the conical shell of the ear itself. Gene giggled and squirmed as that hot tongue had its inevitable stimulating effect on him, but Fausto kept licking and teasing him for a long, delightful moment before he spoke again.“We both shot off at exactly the same time, didn’t we? That doesn't happen too often, Gene. God, you are so beautiful—so sexy.” Fausto’s hot breath tickled Gene’s neck as Fausto moaned with contentment.

  “I ought to call Marc and let him know where I am,” Gene mused.

  “Call him in the morning,” Fausto suggested. “I don’t want you to get out of this bed—not even for a moment. Marc strikes me as the independent type. He doesn’t need his Dad to check in with him every single minute.”

  Gene laughed. “You might be surprised. Sometimes I think that Marc’s the responsible one in the family, and that he just sort of tolerates me. We’ll compromise. If I can reach my phone without getting out of bed, I’ll text him.”

  He leaned over the edge of the mattress, groped for his discarded clothes, and pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his pants. Sitting up on the bed beside Fausto, Gene deftly thumbed away to enter and send the message.

  “You’re rather good at that, for an old guy,” Fausto commented. “What’d you tell Marc?”

  “Where I am, and not to call me unless there’s a dire, life-and-death emergency, because I’m with this hot number and I intend to spend the next twenty-four hours in bed with him. Oh. I kind of forgot to mention that the hot number in question is you. Never mind. I’m sure Marc is smart enough to put two and two together.” Gene put the phone away, then looked at Fausto, searchingly. “All right. Now where do we go from here?”

  “I’m not sure. Well, I am sure about one thing, Gene. I’m not letting you out of this bed, not for a while, anyway. I’m not going to let you get away from me again.”

  “Are you asking me to be your lover?”

  “You’re already my lover. You always have been. What I’m asking you…is to work with me, cabrón, to make it official. To make it permanent.”

  “Wow. When you make up your mind, Fausto, you do make up your mind.”

  “Do you want to be with me, or not?”

  “Of course I want to be with you.”

  “Then nothing else really matters.”

  “I agree. You’re preaching to the choir. Which doesn’t mean we don’t have a few other decisions to make. Living arrangements, for one thing,” Gene said, “and our jobs. I don’t have to live in Seattle, necessarily, to run my business. And I’ve been giving serious thought to early retirement.”

  “But I like Seattle—judging by the very little I saw of it. I even liked the rain.”

  Gene smiled. “That’s good, because I wouldn’t be able to extricate myself from all of my commitments there overnight,” he warned. “It might take me a year or two to tie up the loose ends. And you’re a big TV star now—”

  “Don’t exaggerate, Gene. I’m a wannabe actor who’s been given one big break. The whole thing could turn out to be a flash in the pan.”

  “I doubt that. You’ve always had a certain work ethic. When you decide to do something, you tend to give it your all. Anyway, as an actor, you’re going to have to live here in LA—”

  “Not necessarily. I could commute, back and forth between here and Seattle. Or some other city, for that matter. Other performers d
o that.”

  “You know, Marc’s been bugging me to let him move out of the house and into his own apartment. If he does, I’ll be in that big house, all by myself, at least temporarily. I may have to rent out the guest room.”

  “Would you rent it to me?”

  “I would, but I doubt that it’d get much use. You’d probably end up in the master bedroom with your landlord, most nights.” Gene hesitated. “Would you? Come and live with me, I mean? When you’re not busy working here?”

  “If you’ll have me.”

  “Or I could move down here, eventually. I can’t wait to meet this buddy of yours, Brent. And this new playmate of yours, Paul.”

  “How’d you know Brent and Paul and I fooled around together?” Fausto asked, more than a little guiltily.

  “Oh, please, Fausto!” Gene scoffed. “I know you. I told you I don’t expect to have exclusive rights to you, remember? We’re both going to have to be flexible, if we want this thing to work.”

  “I’ll do anything to make it work. We could live together,” Fausto said, excitedly. “We could find a house, like Brent has. We’d have to have at least one extra bedroom, after all, for when Marc comes to stay with us. And knowing Marc, he’ll probably want to bring a friend along with him, on some of these visits,” Fausto added, a little mischievously.

  Gene scowled. “You leave the parenting to me, big guy. I’ve had more experience at it.”

  “All right. You do the parenting, and I’ll do the mentoring. I’ll be Marc’s big brother—his gay role model.”

  Gene groaned. “I may be ready to make some changes in my life, Fausto, but I’m not sure I’m ready for anything quite that radical, just yet.”

  “Oh, you might be surprised, Gene. I know I’m ready for just about anything. In fact, I think I’m long overdue for a change.”

  “All right, that’s enough talk for now. We can thrash through all this later, and figure out exactly what we want to do. Shut up and kiss me.”