The Blue Cat

by Roland Graeme

  Our cocks betrayed our mutual desire. They rose toward each other in a phallic salute until they finally met and touched in the small space that divided our bodies.

  He grabbed me around the middle and half led, half carried me over to the waiting bed. It dominated my bedroom, because I had the luxury of a separate dressing room, with large walk-in closets. As a result, I really did use my bedroom only for sleeping and for sex. The bed was one thing I didn’t skimp on. It was huge, and the mattress was broad enough to accommodate several bodies comfortably—as I knew from personal experience.

  I found myself sprawled on my back. Geoff clambered on top of me and his legs landed in between mine. As soon as he was able to ease down into his new position, he used his sturdy thighs to spread mine.

  For a moment, I thought he might try to fuck me bareback. We hadn’t discussed safe sex, but as it turned out, the discussion wasn’t necessary. His cock was on top of my belly. His testicles pressed against mine. He began to move his pelvis in forceful thrusts, but did not attempt to lower his erection into the position that would be necessary to enter me. This tantalizing friction was exactly what he wanted—apparently…when I made a half-hearted effort to fight him off, he seemed to become even more excited, as though my slight resistance, too, was what he wanted.

  “That’s right,” he muttered, right into my ear. “Let’s wrestle for it.”

  “For what?”

  “To decide which of us is going to be the boss.”

  “Does one of us necessarily have to be the boss?”

  “That’s the way it usually is, in most relationships.”

  He spoke lightly and teasingly, but there was a hint of a challenge behind the banter. “I suppose you’re used to wrestling with your commando buddies,” I said.

  “That’s right. I’m used to winning, as well. The loser gets fucked.”

  “I bet a lot of the matches get thrown, for that reason.”

  He grinned. “But you look as though you could put up a good fight.”

  “Try me,” I dared him. “I’m not about to give up my virtue without a struggle.”

  “We’ll see about that!”

  We began to roll back and forth over the bed. Our hard, naked bodies pressed together, our chest hair getting soaked with sweat. I could smell his body, his arousal, but the scent only goaded me on. He would stretch out on top of me, weighing me down so that I thought I couldn’t draw a full breath, then he would lift himself and leave only our midsections in contact with each other. My legs would lift up and wrap themselves around him, my arms would grab his shoulders and I’d force us back into full flesh-on-flesh contact. As we grappled for the advantage, our bodies slapped together quite violently.

  “You fucker!” I gasped.

  “I’m going to make you my bitch,” he threatened.

  “Not bloody likely.”

  “No? We’ll soon see about that.”

  We grappled anew, writhing together in a way that I have to admit I found highly arousing. This was a new and exciting form of foreplay for me.

  “Ah, you’re strong for your size, you little fucker,” Geoff acknowledged.

  He was taller than I was by a head and he outweighed me by quite a few pounds. Nevertheless, I was motivated. If the loser of our wrestling bout was indeed the one who got fucked, then this was a win-win situation, as far as I was concerned. I couldn’t imagine which would be the more satisfying—to feel his cock penetrating me in that most intimate way possible, or to pound my own implement in and out of his butch ass.

  At one point, he grabbed both of my wrists in his hands and pinned them down against the mattress, above my head. While I fought to free myself, he once again used his body weight to hold me in place under him. Grinning insolently, his face bedewed by sweat, he looked down at me.

  “Give up?” he panted.

  “Not yet.”

  “Stubborn fucker.” Still restraining my wrists, he kissed me. I could feel our cocks, trapped between our bodies, pulsing furiously against each other. “Now do you give up?” he demanded.

  “Um…I might be willing to discuss terms for a cessation of hostilities.”

  “Oh? And what do you have to bring to the bargaining table?”

  “This.” I lifted my head and kissed him, re-establishing the searing contact of his lips against mine.

  We kissed for some time and as we did so, he loosened his hold on my wrists.

  Up until now, I had been allowing Geoff to take the lead. Now I became more aggressive myself. My hand moved down to his crotch and felt the satiny covering of his stiff penis and his soft scrotum moving against my own genitals. He let out a moan of pleasure.

  By his constant movements, the way he squirmed restlessly against me, he let me know that he didn’t want us to use our hands on each other to provoke a climax. That was fine with me. I took hold of his shoulders, spreading my palms out and letting them slide up and down his body.

  His shoulders were hard with muscle, almost inflexible to my touch, but I could explore down lower and feel the firm yet spongy mounds of his buttocks. I spread them apart, using one fingertip to trace the lightly haired cleft between them and touching the hot and inviting pucker at its centre.

  I teased his asshole with my fingertip and he relaxed his sphincter muscle, allowing my finger to penetrate him to a depth of less than an inch. His pucker closed around my exploring digit and squeezed it.

  “Yes,” he exclaimed. “Oh fuck yes, that feels good.”

  We seemed to have negotiated a truce. The wrestling match was a draw. I fingered Geoff’s ass more forcefully and he let out a deep, hoarse groan of pleasure.

  “Keep doing that,” he pleaded, suddenly sounding not tough at all, but passive and yielding. “Oh, I want you to do that to me with your cock.”

  “I want to fuck you,” I admitted. “But I want you to fuck me, too.”

  “I believe in fair play. We can take turns. Me first. I want your ass!”

  Reluctantly, I took my finger out of his ass. I rolled so that we were both lying on our sides. My arms were now around his waist and my hands were still able to reach down and grip his squirming ass cheeks. He made no objection to what I was doing to him. I could move my head back a little and look at the full length of his body lying against mine. I exulted in the physical perfection that continued to move in my embrace in the restless rhythms of sexual excitement.

  Geoff was getting more and more aroused. I could feel his cock become more demanding as it pressed against me. I matched him, lustful spasm for lustful spasm, cock throb for cock throb. There was nothing but the most intense pleasure coming from the way we were humping against each other now.

  Suddenly Geoff reared back. “Get on your back,” he told me. He spoke with such urgency that I knew matters would soon be building to a head. I obeyed, without hesitation. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do to me, but I didn’t care. He lifted himself up with one arm and took his cock with the other, putting his hard erection between my thighs. “Close your legs,” he commanded. “Squeeze them against my dick!” I did it, trapping his rigid flesh in mine.

  He began to move with even more powerful thrusts of his hips. His cock glided in long, fast strokes between my legs.

  “Do you like this?” he demanded, staring down into my eyes.

  “It’s rather different,” I had to admit.

  He grinned. “This is how you can hump a man who thinks he’s too bloody macho to actually take it up the ass.”

  “I see.”

  “You can come like this, too, if you keep it up long and hard enough.”

  “I imagine so. But that does seem like a bit of waste, when you’ve got a perfectly good asshole here, ready and willing to be fucked.”

  “This is just a warm-up. I’m going to fuck you, all right. Good and hard.”

  “Any time you want, Geoff. I’m ready when you are.”

  Nevertheless, he cont
inued to tease me, fucking me between my thighs. As he got closer and closer to a climax, I could actually feel the way his cock was getting harder. I was more aware of its expansion and stiffness than if he’d actually been screwing me.

  “I can’t take much more of this,” he gasped. “I’m going to have to get inside your ass!”

  “Go ahead. Get in there and fuck!”

  He turned his head and looked down at the nightstand, where the trick towel was waiting. “I don’t bareback.”

  “Neither do I.”

  “Where you keep your rubbers, then? In one of those drawers?”

  “No, in that little box, right there. I’m too shy to keep them out in plain view.”

  “Shy, hell!” he scoffed.

  The little box in question was blue and white, Chinese porcelain, rectangular in shape, with a hinged lid, secured by a clasp. Dragons writhed amidst stylized, scalloped clouds on the sides and the lid.

  “It looks old,” Geoff said.

  “It’s eighteenth century Chinese import, I think.”

  “I should’ve known. Nothing but the best for his lordship, eh?”

  “Just because I’m a sex pig, that doesn’t mean I can’t do my fucking with a certain style. Leaving one’s condoms lying about in plain sight seems a bit crude.”

  He laughed, breathlessly, as he reached toward the box, pressed the little button that freed the catch and flipped open the lid. It contained not only an assortment of several varieties of condoms, but a choice between two kinds of lubricant, one a gel, the other a freer-flowing liquid.

  Aroused though he obviously was, impatient though he must have been to get inside my ass, Geoff was a true sexual connoisseur. He didn’t rush, even at this crucial stage in our sex. He took a moment to thumb through the selection of condoms before choosing one, which according to the hype printed on its packet, promised extra sensitivity for both partners because it was ultra-thin and ribbed. Geoff also went for the gel-type lube.

  Once he had made these decisions, however, he was all action.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yes! Stick it in me!”

  “Be careful what you wish for,” he warned.

  “My taking care begins and ends with that rubber you’ve got on. Now get that big thing in me and fuck!”

  He didn’t hesitate. He gave me what I asked for.

  As eager as I was, I could feel my body tense and my breath escape from between lips in an involuntary moan when the thick head of his penis pushed its way through my sphincter, then slid into me, opening me up, preparing the way for his shaft. He gave me every inch of himself, in one slow, easy slide and I let out another, louder moan when I felt him possess me.

  Geoff was in me…Filling me…Fucking me!

  “Bitch!” he growled. “You sexy, prick teasing little bitch! Now I’ve got you! I’m going to fuck you commando style. Is that all right with you?”

  “Sure. Go for it.” At the time, I had no idea what Geoff meant by commando style, although I suspected—correctly, as it turned out—that gentleness and restraint would have nothing to with it. By now, I was so aroused that I’d have agreed to let him fuck me Rococo style, if that’s what he wanted!

  He made a few preliminary lunges and my body squirmed around his impaling prick like an eel roasting on a spit. God…If I’d thought his cock looked big, on all of those occasions when I’d admired it, studied it drawn and painted it, that was nothing compared to the way it now felt, inside me, reaming me out.

  “I’m going to assassinate your ass,” he threatened. It seemed like an odd choice of words, but I soon discovered that it was no idle threat. His cock slammed in and out of me like a pile driver, the head pounding against my prostate. It felt so good, so strong, that I screamed from the sheer pleasure of it!

  “Open up,” Geoff commanded. “Take my cock. Be my bitch. Get fucked, you sexy little bastard. Get fucked!”

  I got fucked and I loved it!

  I became a total whore, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist, urging him on with gestures and with my breathless, inarticulate cries of lust. He took me like a rutting stallion, using my hole for his own pleasure—but coincidentally, treating me to the most intense pleasure I had experienced in some time.

  “Fuck me, Marine!” I shouted. “Oh God, please fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

  He was too aroused to be capable of articulate speech. Instead, he growled, snorted and sucked in his breath in deep, frantic gasps.

  Suddenly he arched his back. I stared at his sweat-dripping chest as it began to heave. His orgasm took hold of him so completely that it almost seemed to result from hyperventilation rather than from ejaculation. His entire upper torso seemed to expand and contract to superhuman extremes. A man wasn't fucking me, but a Greek god—a brawny young Hercules.

  “I’m coming, you son of a bitch!” he bawled.

  “Come, then! Come in my ass!”

  “Fucker! Horny little fucker! God damn it, you’re sucking the cum right out of my cock with that hot ass of yours!”

  He pounded his way through his orgasm, then he collapsed on top of me.

  We were motionless and silent for long minutes. We clung to each other. Our sweat dripped from us. His cock was still jammed inside me and my sphincter muscle flexed repeatedly around its bulk. I wanted to keep him in me forever.

  “Better late than never,” he finally said, barely audibly, because he was so out of breath.

  “Huh?” I, too, was panting hard in my efforts to refill my lungs.

  “I wanted to do that to you ever since the first day I came here to pose for you. I wanted to throw you down on the floor and tear your clothes off and fuck the bloody hell out of your sweet ass.”

  “God, how I wish you had. Why didn’t you?”

  “I don’t know. Somehow, it didn’t seem polite. Not with you being a viscount and all.”

  This struck us both as so funny that we exploded into breathless laughter, simultaneously.

  “Viscounts fuck the same way as other men,” I pointed out.

  “I know that now. The same way—or better.”

  “Oh, much better,” I bragged. “Breeding always tells, you know.”

  He eased himself out of me and stripped the filled condom from his cock. He proceeded to reach down between our bodies and roughly stroked my own throbbing erection.

  “It looks like you haven’t come yet,” he observed.

  “No, I was too busy taking that monster cock of yours up my ass to even think about it.”

  “Well, start thinking about it now.”

  I knew that a lot of men simply have to stop for a while after they’ve come, but there are others, like me, who just want to keep right on going, for as long as possible. Luckily, Geoff was one of the latter. He immediately rolled us over and adjusted our positions so that I was on top. He spread his legs and put my cock between them, then exactly as he’d had me do, he closed them around me.

  “Give that thigh-fucking a try before you go for the real thing,” he invited me.

  I was willing, by this point, to give just about anything a try. The fact was I didn’t have much of a choice, at the moment. His thickly muscled thighs were like a vice—for once, that cliché was justifiable, as the only accurate description of what I felt caught between two flexing masses of muscle thinly sheathed in flesh that gripped and massaged my shaft as hotly as anything I’d ever inserted it into before. Our copious sweat had left us well lubricated. Moving by pure instinct, I thigh-fucked him as hard as I could. It took a real effort just to push my prick back and forth within the tight grip of his legs!

  “Come on, fucker,” he taunted me. “You can do better than that! Come on, make me feel it!”

  “If you want to feel anything, you’re going to have to let me into your ass. God, I can barely move! Don’t crush my cock with those muscles of yours,” I pleaded. “I think you’re already cutting my circulation
off. I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up with a bruised dick.”

  He laughed, but he let up on the thigh pressure and I could feel my shaft actually throb with relief.

  “All right. It’s your turn,” Geoff said. “Fuck me for real, the way I just fucked you.”

  I grabbed a condom at random from the porcelain box. I must admit I was too turned on, too eager to experience Geoff’s ass, to make a deliberate choice, the way he had. With the rubber unrolled down over my dick and a quick application of the gel lube, I was ready to give as good as he had given me. I soon found myself inserted fully in Geoff’s body and pounding away at his butt, performing the same motions he had so ably demonstrated on top of me.

  “Don’t hold back,” he urged me. “Fuck me as hard as you can. I can take whatever you’ve got. And then some!”

  A hot rush of arousal shot through me. My body shook as though as if seized by some sudden fever. Here was this beautiful, muscular young stud, lying under me, surrendering himself to me—begging me to fuck him, begging me to use his incredible body. I almost went out of my mind with lust!

  As though the physical sensations weren’t strong enough, the way Geoff looked at me and talked to me acted as a further spur to my lust.

  “Come on, stud, come on,” he kept whispering. “Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard! Oh, make it hurt. Hurt me with your big, hard cock!”

  I strove to do as he asked…to punish him with my prick. I let out a groan, as his asshole seemed to grip and stroke the entire length of my cockshaft, like a greased fist expertly manipulating it.

  “I’m going to come if you keep that up,” I warned.

  “I want you to come. But don’t come in my ass,” he pleaded. “When you’re ready, pull out and shoot it all over me. Like they do in the porno films. I want to see your cum. I want to feel it splashing onto me. Oh, how I want your cum!”

  His lewd words, combined with the sex-hungry look on his face, drove me over the edge.

  I could feel the beginning of my release, that telltale surge welling up from deep inside me. Now that I knew what Geoff wanted, I was every bit as eager. I wanted to see my ejaculation, myself, but I also wanted to feel it!