Come Play: An Erotica Charity Anthology

by Quin Perin

  Chris could almost see the layer of calm that settled on Zac. “I like that.”

  “Now drink up, and I’ll take you there.”

  Zac glanced down at his clothing. “Am I suitably dressed?”

  Chris snickered. “I’m not gonna lie. There will be a few naked guys, plus some others in just a jock or a harness. You can keep your clothes on, you can take off your shirt…. Whatever feels right, sweetheart.”

  Zac drained his glass in three long gulps. “Then what are we waiting for?”

  Yeah. Chris really liked Zac.

  Then he remembered he had some things to clear up. “Listen, about our conversation last week…. If I gave you the impression that I know everything about you, or that I know what will work for you and what won’t, can I just say here and now that that’s bullshit? I’m only going on the signals you gave, and—”

  Zac pressed two fingers to Chris’s lips, and the intimate gesture startled him into silence.

  “You saw more in that one meeting than all the guys I’ve ever been with, so hush.” He removed his fingers slowly.

  Chris took a deep breath. “Just because I came to the conclusion that you don’t do anal, doesn’t make it true. If you feel you want to give it another try, then you go ahead. Don’t take my word as gospel.”

  Zac studied him for a moment. “Chris, let me explain where I’m coming from. You promised to make it good for me. You took me to a bar, where I had the most fantastic orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. As far as I’m concerned, I’m gonna trust what you say. All right?”

  “Well, when you put it like that…”

  Zac laughed. “So now can we go?” He was virtually bouncing on the spot.

  Chris couldn’t help laughing too. “Come on.”

  It promised to be an interesting evening.

  Zac had that Alice in Wonderland feeling, like he’d landed in a new dimension. Not that everything was a total shock. In the intervening week since their first meeting, he’d gone online to take a peek at some BDSM porn. He hadn’t mentioned it to Chris, because he had a feeling he knew what Chris’s reaction would be. And faced with reality?

  Yeah, porn was nothing like it.

  The room was exactly as Chris had said it would be, right down to the black vinyl that covered the floor, and the black plastic sheets that covered what few chairs remained. The men who filled the moderately sized apartment were in various states of undress, and Zac spent a moment or two admiring the expanse of flesh. What surprised him was the fact that not all the men there looked like they lived in a gym.

  After watching the BDSM porn, Zac shouldn’t have been surprised by the large wooden X at the far end of the room, but seeing a guy tied to it, spread out like a starfish, with red welts on his buttocks and shoulders…

  Whoa. This was real.

  Only, he didn’t want to stop and watch. He wanted to see what else lay in store for him. Then Chris tugged on his arm, and his attention was claimed by the metal frame in the corner, from which hung four chains that supported a thin leather base, almost like a hammock but not as long. A naked man lay there, holding onto the chains, his feet in stirrups, his ass hanging over the edge of the leather bed on which he reclined. Three or four men stood around the sling, and Zac was mesmerized by the sounds their slick hands made as they worked their erections, awaiting their turn to plow into the reclining guy’s hole.

  And Zac wanted to see that.

  “Want to get closer?” Chris whispered.

  How does he do that? Zac nodded eagerly, and took a step toward the sling, Chris behind him.

  The tall man positioned at the reclining guy’s ass glanced toward him and grinned. “Watch me slide into him, balls deep. It’s sexy as fuck.” He aimed his thick bare cock at the bottom’s hole, which twitched as if in anticipation. He moaned as Tall Guy thrust into him in one long, strong glide, and Zac wanted to moan along with him at the sight of that glistening shaft disappearing into the dark orifice. He loved how the bottom’s body sucked him right in, how he tried to push down on that meaty dick, using the sling to set up the perfect motion as they moved together.

  Warm breath whispered against his neck. “Looks good, doesn’t it?”

  Zac nodded again. When Tall Guy picked up speed and started slamming into the bottom, Zac felt every impact. He might not want to be on the receiving end of that cock, but watching it spear into the bottom’s hole was hot.

  As if on cue, Chris’s hands were on his shoulders, sliding down his bare arms, rubbing and caressing. “Wanna lose the shirt?”

  Zac didn’t hesitate. “If it means you don’t stop touching me? Hell yeah.”

  A second later, his chest was bare, and Chis was laying soft kisses on his shoulders while he flicked Zac’s nipples, over and over again, Zac’s gaze focused on that hard dick sawing in and out of the bottom’s body. Fuck. It was as if there was a direct connection between Zac’s nipples and his dick, and combined with the visuals, he was already looking down the barrel of an approaching orgasm.

  “Not yet,” Zac whispered, and Chris stroked his chest with gentle hands, caressing his belly.

  “How about I show you something else?”

  “There’s more?” Zac asked breathlessly, his heartbeat pounding. The three men around the sling chuckled at that, and Tall Guy was the loudest.

  “Take him into the middle room,” he suggested between thrusts. “Tony should be about ready by now.”

  Chris let out a peal of laughter. “Tony is always ready.” His arm at Zac’s back, he steered him toward the open door. He leaned in. “Having fun?”

  Zac grabbed Chris’s hand and brought it down to his solid cock. “What do you think?”

  Chris gave it a squeeze. “I think I’m gonna slow things down, because you feel like you’re ready to pop.” He led Zac into another smaller room, where another sling had been set up, only this time, there were only two men. The bearded guy in the sling had his legs spread wide, his thighs resting against the chains, while the other guy was sitting on a stool between his legs, smearing what looked like white grease over his hands.

  He looked up as they approached. “Nice timing. I’m about to give Tony what he’s been waiting all week for. Isn’t that right?” He addressed the bearded man in the sling, who raised his head and scowled at him.

  “Oh, come on, for Christ’s sake. I wanna feel ya.”

  Zac watched as Seated Guy put his fingers together, his thumb tucked in, like a bird’s beak, before slowly pushing them into Tony’s slick hole. Zac shivered. The most he’d ever been comfortable taking was three fingers, and at this rate, it looked like Seated Guy wasn’t going to stop until his whole hand was in there.

  Then he realized with a rush of both ice and heat that this was exactly what was going to happen.

  “Fuck,” he said softly. “Is that even gonna fit?”

  Chris’s chuckle filled his ears. “Trust me, it’ll fit. And having a guy’s hand inside you? Mind-blowing.”

  Zac couldn’t look away as Seated Guy gently, so gently eased his knuckles through the loosened muscle, until suddenly, his hand disappeared into Tony’s body, up to the wrist.

  “Holy fuck.”

  “You got that right,” Tony said weakly, his eyes rolling back. “Fuck, it’s been too long.”

  “I got ya, babe,” the seated guy reassured him. “Feel me there?” He moved his hand slightly, so slight that it was almost imperceptible, but Tony groaned, and the visceral noise tugged at Zac’s insides.

  “Ready for more?” Seated Guy asked, and both Tony and Zac moaned.

  “I can take a little more,” Tony admitted. His fingers tightened around the chains as Seated Guy pushed a little further into him, maybe an inch or so, before slowly withdrawing all the way out of him, leaving his hole gaping, dark red and glistening. This time Seated Guy used his other hand, moving in increments until it too was buried inside Tony’s body, his hole stretched tight around the wrist. Seated Guy left it there, at peace i
nside him, while he dipped his original hand into the white greasy lube.

  Chris’s lips brushed Zac’s ear, and sent a shiver through him. “Watch this.”

  Zac’s gaze was locked onto Seated Guy’s hand as he pulled gently out of Tony’s body, but before it was completely removed, he pushed in the fingers of his other hand. Slowly, leisurely, he set a rhythm, sliding one hand deep into Tony’s rectum, then pulling it out to make space for the other hand, until Zac was certain Tony was about to be stretched wide open by both hands at once.

  They never quite got there, but he found himself holding his breath and watching the interplay of the two hands, as Seated Guy enjoyed Tony’s body. The noises pouring from Tony’s lips grew in volume and frequency, and without laying a finger on his own dick, Tony shot hard, coating his chest and belly in cum, a loud, almost primal cry tumbling from his lips. Seated Guy stilled, waiting for the body tremors to die away, before easing his hand out of Tony’s hole. He wiped his hands, then stood up, gently penetrating Tony until his cock was fully sheathed inside him.

  Tony let out an obvious sigh of contentment. “God, yeah. I need you.”

  Chris tugged on Zac’s arm. “Let’s leave them to it,” he said quietly. He led Zac away from the pair and back into the larger room. The guy bound to the wooden X was tilting his hips, clearly demanding to be fucked, his ass bright red.

  The man behind him had put aside the whip, and was sliding his slick shaft through the bottom’s crack, his hands gripping the guy’s hips as he rocked.

  “He’s been so good, and now he’s about to get his reward,” Chris said in a low voice. “I think you deserve a reward too.” And before Zac could respond, Chris popped the button on Zac’s jeans and lowered the zipper.

  Zac let out a low moan at the thought of Chris’s hand on his dick, but Chris stopped. “Don’t tease,” he hissed.

  “Tell me what you want,” Chris demanded. “Do I pull your cock free and make you come, or do I pull your jeans down and try something new?”

  That set Zac’s heartbeat racing. “Pull ’em down.” The demand came out as a whisper.

  Chris grabbed the waistband and tugged the jeans lower, over his hips, taking his briefs with them, until they rested around his ankles, rendering Zac naked to all intents and purposes. Chris held out his hand. “Find me some lube.”

  Zac scanned the space before him and stretched out a hand to grab a packet of lube, doing his best not to fall over, hobbled as he was by his jeans and underwear. He tore it open and squeezed out the liquid into Chris’s palm, then set the packet aside. His heart pounding, he waited to see what Chris did next, his attention torn between the anticipation and the sight of Whip Guy unhurriedly sliding his cock between X Guy’s ass cheeks.

  “It’s hot watching guys getting fucked, isn’t it?” Chris whispered.

  “Fuck, yeah.” There were so many factors that came into play: the sounds; the smell of sex and sweat; the shivers of pleasure that trickled up and down his spine; and the expressions on the guys’ faces as they gave themselves up to the sensations.

  Then he forgot about the men in front of him as Chris wrapped a slick hand around his dick and he pushed forward with his hips, only to feel a heavy slick dick slide between his cheeks.

  Oh my God. Zac was lost.

  His world became nothing but that glorious rocking between hand and cock, thrusting through the tunnel of Chris’s hand, and feeling a hot, bare shaft move faster and faster, Zac pushing back to feel more of it, both actions interwoven with the sensual moans that came from the men before them.

  “Gonna come, sir,” the bound man gasped out.

  “Oh, fuck, that makes two of us,” Zac groaned.

  “Then come,” Chris demanded. “Come now. Let me feel it all the way through you.” He rocked faster, his breathing quickening, his fingers tightening around Zac’s dick, tugging hard on it, on his balls, until Zac came with a cry that seemed to come from someplace deep inside him.

  When warmth exploded up his back, he knew Chris had come too.

  Zac leaned against him, heart hammering, perspiration covering his chest, his dick limp in Chris’s hand. “Fuck, that was even better than last time.” He turned his head to meet the kiss he knew was waiting for him.

  Chris sighed into the kiss. “No arguments here.” Then he grimaced. “I think I’d better clean us up before we stick together. Not that wearing my cum doesn’t suit you.”

  Zac smiled. “No argument there.”

  Four

  “Are they paddling in what I think they’re paddling in?”

  Two weeks.

  Nothing from Chris for two weeks.

  Zac was not a happy camper.

  His job gave him plenty of time for thinking, and right then, that was not a good thing, because he couldn’t stop his mind from focusing on his meetings with Chris.

  Why hasn’t he been in touch? Is there something wrong? Are we done?

  Then he reasoned he was overthinking this. After all, he had no clue what Chris did for a living. For all Zac knew, he could have a job that took him all over, and he didn’t get to spend too long in NYC.

  That was when Zac’s situation truly hit home.

  I’ve become invested in a guy I know nothing about. We’re basically fuck-buddies, except we don’t fuck. And yet I trust him more than any other man I’ve ever met.

  It wasn’t as if he wanted a relationship with Chris. At least, not the boyfriend kind of relationship. That wasn’t on Zac’s agenda, and he didn’t think it was on Chris’s either. But he definitely wanted to keep Chris in his life.

  Friday night loomed, and he wanted more than anything to spend it with Chris. Only, Chris was nowhere to be found.

  Of course, there was a solution. Zac could have called him. What held him back was the idea Chris might see him as needy or clingy. Zac didn’t want that.

  His phone pinged. Zac glanced at it, then picked it up to stare at the screen.

  Got a minute?

  Zac pressed Call without a second’s hesitation. “I was starting to think you’d left town,” he quipped, doing his best to keep his voice even.

  “Yeah, sorry about that. Work has been kicking my ass these last two weeks. Plus, I didn’t want to talk to you until I had something to discuss.”

  For a moment, that remark pierced him. So we can’t talk on the phone without having something specific to talk about? Not even as friends?

  Except they weren’t friends, were they? The only thing connecting them was sex.

  That sucked.

  “I take it you now have something to tell me.” Zac quashed his feelings of disappointment and frustration. Chris wanted to talk to him, so he should quit complaining.

  “I know it’s short notice, but are you doing anything next weekend? A week on Saturday?”

  “Not a thing.” In reality, Zac had no idea, but he was pretty sure there was nothing that couldn’t be moved if need be.

  “Okay. Then how would you like to come with me to a house party in upstate New York? It’s being organized by friends of mine, and I think you’d get a lot out of it.”

  “A house party? As in, staying there for a night?”

  “Yup. We’d get there Saturday morning, and the party goes on till Sunday afternoon. And I should say at this point that you’ll probably be sharing a room with me. If that’s okay.”

  That was more than okay. “Sure. What about dress?”

  Chris snickered. “Casual will do fine. For you, at any rate. You’re gonna be dressed, which is more than can be said for most of the guests.”

  Okay, now he really had piqued Zac’s interest. “Just what kind of house party is this?”

  “I don’t want to spoil the surprise. All I will say is, keep an open mind.” There was a pause. “Okay, I gotta go. Sorry I can’t meet up this weekend, but there are things I wanna get done to leave next weekend free. I’ll be in touch about getting there, all right?”

  “Have a good weekend.” Zac
finished the call, then stared at the phone.

  Keep an open mind? He’d thought fisting and SM were enough of a step outside his comfort zone, but this house party was beginning to sound like they were just child’s play in comparison.

  Zac couldn’t wait.

  Their taxi pulled into a long, curved driveway, surrounded by tall trees. Zac couldn’t even see any sign of a house. Beside him, Chris sat quietly, hands clasped in his lap, looking cool in a white shirt open at the collar, dark brown pants, and a cream jacket, the picture of summer elegance.

  He really is a good-looking man. His hair was cut short at the sides, a little longer on top, and his beard was a reddish-brown tinged with gray. But for Zac, Chris’s best features were his piercing blue eyes. He got the impression Chris saw a lot.

  “So how do you know these people?” Zac inquired as the taxi pulled up in front of a two-story white house, complete with covered front porch where rocking chairs sat. To the left was a large garage, and there were obviously rooms above that. Dormer windows set into the roof gave the house a charming appearance. Already the gravel space in front of the house was filled with four or five cars, and off to the right was a low stone wall, beyond which Zac got a glimpse of a pond and yet more trees.

  “Matt and I go way back. I was his best man when he married Jake. I’ve been out here a few times since they moved. I think it’s the coolest house they’ve ever had.” He grinned. “And I love the pool.” He paid the driver, and they got out of the car. Chris pointed back in the direction they’d come. “You know where the driveway forked, and we took a right? Well, if you took the left, you’d end up at their guest cottage. It’s fully contained, and not far from the pool house. That’s where they’re putting us tonight.”

  “Great.” Zac peered up at the house. “This is beautiful. Are there going to be many guests?”

  “Maybe fifteen to twenty.”