Grand Adventures

by Dawn Kimberly Johnson

  Benjy studied him for a minute. “How the hell did I end up with you?” he finally blurted out.

  “You really wanna relive that?” Kyle asked, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

  Benjy blushed as he thought about that first night at the restaurant, and the huge ass he’d made of himself, and the night with Kyle that had followed…. He was embarrassed to realize just the memory had his dick standing at attention. Kyle must have noticed too, because he asked Benjy, “How much pain are you in?”

  “It’s horrible,” Benjy said with as much seriousness as he could possibly muster. “I just hope I can find some way to take my mind off it. Can you think of anything?”

  In less than thirty seconds—or at least it seemed like that—Kyle had Benjy’s sweatpants pulled down his thighs so that Benjy’s long cock was standing fully at attention, the head already drifting from a dark red to a purple color. Kyle leaned up long enough to support Benjy’s injured arm on a pillow over his head, using his other hand to ghost his fingers gently around Benjy’s pelvis. “No moving the hand,” he said, brushing his lips lightly over Benjy’s. “You think you can handle that?”

  Benjy would have glued it to the couch for what he knew Kyle was about to do to him.

  Kyle kept one hand ghosting near Benjy’s penis, not quite touching it, as he leaned down and began pressing his tongue gently to Benjy’s slit.

  Benjy groaned loudly. “I’m gonna burn up my table every single day,” he mumbled.

  “Brat.” And then Kyle’s mouth was all the way over the head of Benjy’s cock, tugging and pulling back and forth.

  “I’m gonna keep a stash of trick candles around.” That prompted Kyle to tilt up Benjy’s ass and ease his finger around the edges of Benjy’s hole. At the exact same time, his mouth began plunging harder and harder over Benjy’s cock, pulling back each time Benjy felt himself reaching the edge.

  “I’m gonna stick them all into old Twinkies and keep tons of paper all over the table next to the Twinkies,” Benjy tried to get out.

  That must have been at least slightly intelligible, because next he felt a wet finger (had Kyle come up with lube somewhere?) sliding gently into him at the exact same time Kyle’s mouth grasped Benjy’s dick with suddenly hard suction.

  Benjy came in a moment of blank light, shooting so hard between Kyle’s lips that he saw stars.

  Kyle stood up, smiling down at Benjy. “You ever set your apartment on fire again, you won’t see a blowjob like that for a month, kid,” he said.

  “I hate when you call me that.” Benjy closed his eyes and nuzzled his head into the couch, letting the orgasm take over this brain.

  Kyle leaned down to kiss him gently on the forehead. “You love it,” he whispered. “And guess what? You’re going to be great at this whole birthday thing. Just yell like that when you open your present from my mom.”

  Benjy snorted. “I don’t think I ever want your mom to hear me yell like that,” he told Kyle.

  FOUR DAYS later, Benjamin Moreland attended his first ever official birthday party.

  There was cake, but it was less than ten years old, and it held up the candles just fine.

  Benjy blew out all the candles on the first try.

  Kyle’s mother made some really good enchiladas.

  The whole family seemed to like Benjy a lot.

  “See?” Brett said when Benjy called him to report back about the evening. “It’s a good thing we held that practice party, then.”

  Benjy studied Kyle, who was sitting next to him and staring intently at the burn on Benjy’s wrist to make sure it was healing properly. “Yeah,” Benjy said, as a slow smile spread across his face. “I guess it is.”

  Simple Desires

  TEMPESTE O’RILEY

  To Eric and TJ.

  Fear makes you human; love makes you strong.

  You inspire and amaze us with the depth of your character and the strength of your soul. When others give up and walk away, you rally together and fight on, chanting your battle cry of “Let’s Go, Let’s Go, Let’s Go.” You are what we hope to find in a partner and hope to be for ours.

  If I could wish one thing for you, it would be that your lives together be loving and wonderful. You are my heroes!

  JAMES BRYANT sat in his favorite beat-up old chair in his studio, his muse riding him hard as he worked on the final piece he was donating to his lover Seth Burns’s most recent charity function. Seriously, who else would ask for naked soccer players and a rainbow soccer ball? However, he would do anything to make Seth happy, even paint athletes with hard-ons. He chuckled at the thought as he finished painting on the last bit of mud to his grasping Adonis’s image.

  “What amuses you so about this subject?” Seth asked.

  He jumped at a sudden sound behind him. He hadn’t heard his fiancé sneak into his studio—he never did unless Seth wanted him to. “Dammit, love,” James grumbled, turning to glower. “You know you’re not supposed to do that.”

  Seth shrugged one shoulder, a small smile on his lips. “It’s the only way to see you at your second-most beautiful.” His tone was unrepentant as he looked about James’s small studio in their home.

  The heat of a flush stole up James’s cheeks and down his neck. He hated how easily Seth could do that to him but wouldn’t change it, even if he could. “I’m almost done, but it won’t be ready to transport yet.”

  “I know. Nevertheless, I still need you to hurry, pet. We’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon.”

  James peered over to the clock, curious about why they would need to leave so early. Kenosha wasn’t that far away, after all. “Um, sir? I’ve still got over an hour, from what you said last night.”

  Seth’s eyes flashed, a wicked glint replacing the amusement from a moment ago. He sauntered across the room, stepping right into James’s space as he did so. “I do love it when you call me that, but it will take a while to get you ready to go.”

  Confused, James tilted his head as he looked up at his lover but shrugged and decided not to push. “Give me a few more minutes, and then I’ll let you drag me out.”

  Seth shifted around back of him, toying idly with his hair as James finished his latest piece. Once the last detail was completed, they worked together to clean up his brushes and set things back to rights. James reached for his paint-splattered forearm crutches, but Seth’s hand stayed his. “Not yet, pet.”

  “Huh?”

  Seth leaned down, a gentle press of his lips to James’s. A whimper escaped, but he didn’t care. Seth always sent him up in flames with the barest of touches.

  Craving Seth’s touch, James pushed into the slow, languid kiss. Seth’s tongue slipped between his lips, mapping and tracing every inch he could reach. When James added his own thrusts against Seth’s, his lover sucked on his tongue hard. He squirmed in his seat, his threadbare jeans suddenly much too tight. James reached out, grasped Seth’s waistband, and deftly undid the button and stays of Seth’s suit pants.

  Seth chuckled against James’s lips. “Eager, baby?”

  “For you? Always.” James slid the zipper down but paused when Seth’s hands gripped his wrists. The hold wasn’t hard, but it effectively kept him in place nonetheless. “Love?”

  “Is this a distraction, James? You will still have to get ready to go soon.”

  He shook his head. “No, sir. Please let me,” he begged. James loved making love to Seth, but sometimes he just wanted simple pleasure. Right then was one of those times.

  Seth nodded, carding his fingers through James’s hair. “Not what I had in mind, but how could I ever say no to you?”

  James beamed up at Seth before slipping the dress slacks down Seth’s thighs, revealing his tight black boxer briefs. He rubbed his hands against the soft fabric, loving how hard Seth was, how they perfectly outlined his package. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against the slowly expanding wet spot before sucking, wetting the fabric even more as he mouthed the length of his lover throu
gh his briefs.

  Threading his fingers into James’s hair, Seth tugged after only a few moments. “No teasing, pet.”

  His gaze met Seth’s piercing hazel one and held it as he smiled. Deciding to be good—they were in the one place in the house where he ruled, not Seth, after all—he slipped the boxer briefs down Seth’s granite thighs. When the beautiful cut cock bounced in front of him, he bent forward but stopped just short of touching it and blew a cool burst of air across the moist tip.

  Reaching down, Seth took hold of his member and tapped James’s cheek. “Suck me, baby,” he growled and spread his legs.

  The whimper that escaped wasn’t overly manly, but James couldn’t make himself care just then. His entire world focused in on his lover. On pleasing Seth. James smiled up at him before wrapping his lips tightly around the head of Seth’s cock. He sucked it hard, not going any farther as he reveled in his lover’s rich taste and scent, the musky, spicy odor mixed with cardamom and cedar from the cologne he always wore. It was one of the things about Seth that never ceased to enthrall him.

  Seth’s fingers spasmed in his hair, but he didn’t push James to move faster. Once James was certain he’d captured every trace of precum, he slid his hands up Seth’s thighs, massaging the tight muscles there. He then slowly sucked in more and more of Seth’s length until the head hit the back of his throat. He swallowed over and over, loving how Seth’s dick flexed in his mouth and his thigh muscles quivered.

  James set a fast pace, sucking and licking from the root to the tip. He loved listening to Seth’s breathy moans and panting. With his right hand, he cupped and rolled Seth’s tight sac, loving the deep groan his action caused.

  He could feel how Seth was holding himself back, careful not to thrust into his mouth hard. James didn’t want genteel; he wanted his demanding, in-control lover! After one extra hard suck, he popped off the tip, drawing a pained cry from Seth. “Fuck my mouth, sir. Please.”

  “Damn, I love you,” Seth moaned. His grip in James’s hair grew tight, holding James in place, and instead of James sucking his lover, his mouth was filled again and again with Seth’s cock as he flexed his firm ass and hips, thrusting between James’s greedy lips.

  James struggled to keep up, but he loved it when Seth took him like this, took the power and controlled both their pleasures. He continued his gentle rolling and tugging until he felt Seth’s balls draw tight and his rhythm falter. With one last thrust, Seth’s cock popped into his throat and pulsed. James swallowed over and over, determined to catch every drop, even as he struggled with his need for air. Seth finally pulled back, enough to allow James to breathe, but no farther. James panted around Seth’s slowly softening rod, lapping up his salty-sweet taste until he was soft and clean.

  James rocked slightly in the chair, ignoring his need as best he could. Seth kicked out of his pants and briefs and then dropped to his knees. He ripped open James’s jeans, wrapped his fingers around James’s throbbing cock, and squeezed. He pumped his hand up and down a few times before leaning in and kissing James’s mouth hard as he continued. When he pulled back, James whimpered. He needed to cum so bad he saw spots and the edges of his vision turned fuzzy.

  Seth shifted, his breath ghosting across James’s ear. “I need your pleasure just as much as you need mine. Come for me, pet.”

  James arched in the chair and keened as he shot rope after rope across Seth’s wrist and forearm.

  When the world came back into focus moments later, Seth still knelt before him, stroking his hair and murmuring how beautiful he was, how much he was loved—things so sweet it made James’s heart hurt and his soul ache.

  “I love you, Seth,” James said, annoyed when it came out slurred.

  Seth chuckled. “I love you too, baby. Now, we really do need to get ready and head out.” Before James could gather himself and his crutches, Seth stood and scooped him up. Startled but pleased, James wrapped his long legs around Seth’s waist as they headed to their bedroom across the house.

  A little over an hour later, Seth pulled his moonlight blue metallic Audi A7 into a small parking area on the side of Kenosha College. He got out and immediately came around to James’s side of the car, opened his door, and waited until James settled on his crutches, his ever-present backpack in place.

  “Ready, baby?”

  “As I’m going to be. Remind me again. Why are we here again?”

  “Because one of my assistants at Carrington Enterprises graduated from Kenosha and asked me to help fund the gay sports program one of the coaches here runs. Remember?” Seth asked, amusement clear in his beautiful eyes.

  “Hearts Goals, right? ‘Making the world a better place, one gay ballplayer at a time’?”

  “Yep, that one. Now, come on, James. We are supposed to meet them shortly. They do not have parking on most of the college, so we have to walk a little. Sorry.”

  James rolled his eyes at the comment. He walked with forearm crutches, but he could walk, thank you very much.

  As they passed a large Georgian house, they heard a sickly beeping from behind them. James stopped, turning to see a golf cart coming up on them fast. A woman with her hair pulled up in a ponytail and wearing runner’s shorts with a baggy T-shirt drove the thing as a huge, burly guy hung on for dear life. They came to a sudden stop in front of James and Seth, the man looking a little green.

  The large man unfolded himself from the cart and smiled. “Seth Burns and James Bryant?”

  “That would be us,” Seth replied. “And you are?”

  Sticking his hand out, the man replied, “Kenneth Anderson, football coach of the Kenosha Growlers. Dane is back at the chapel, waiting for us.”

  Kenneth shook first Seth’s and then James’s hand before turning to face his hapless driver. “Can I trust you not to dump these guys on the grass?”

  “Of course!” She faced them and smiled. “I’m Chelle, by the way. Hop in, and I’ll drop you off at the chapel.”

  Thank goodness, the ride was short. James wasn’t entirely certain he could hold on much longer when they came to a screeching halt. Her driving left much to be desired… like the desire for a different driver, for starters. “Thanks,” he mumbled as she sped off through the grass as if she was driving a monster truck instead of a beaten-up old golf cart.

  Seth stood beside him, rubbing circles into his lower back. After a few moments, he smiled. “Ready now?”

  “Yeah, sorry.” James looked over to Kenneth and tipped his head. “Lead on.”

  “Sorry about Chelle. That was her good driving,” Kenneth added with a shrug.

  James chuckled as they followed Kenneth up the few steps to the chapel. When they entered, he noticed a small group of people inside. The two who caught his attention were a portly older man who was huffing and puffing, though he was seated on one of the pews, and a handsome man who only seemed to have eyes for Kenneth. On closer inspection, he noticed the clerical collar and paused. As if it isn’t bad enough they want me to show images of my work in a chapel, it’s in front of a priest too? Ugh!

  The priest came over, twining his fingers with Kenneth’s.

  “Dane, this is Seth Burns, our new supporter, and his partner, James, as you know.” Turning to face James and Seth, he continued. “Gentlemen, this is Dane Forester, our chaplain and my partner.”

  James was enchanted with how they seemed to gravitate toward each other as they stood there introducing the others. James didn’t really care who everyone was—his mind was seized with ideas for creating an image of the two beautiful yet opposite-appearing men before him. He wanted to sketch but knew he still had a presentation to get through.

  “It’s wonderful to finally meet you. My new assistant, Tyrell, swears you two are the only reason he survived college,” Seth quipped, his hand never leaving James’s.

  Kenneth grinned. “He’s a fast one. Glad he graduated and got such a great job, though we do miss him on the field.”

  “Kenneth,” Dane chided softl
y. “I believe everyone would love to get a peek at the paintings you”—he motioned to James—“are donating to the auction.”

  “Yeah, come on, Coach, keep on target. We wanna see the smexy pics,” a kid, maybe all of twenty, called out, the other young adults joining in the laughter that followed.

  James looked around, noticing the table and chair to the side, and headed over. He quickly pulled out his laptop and set up the presentation his best friend Chase had made for him. Nibbling his bottom lip as he thought about what he was to show, he turned to face the priest, Dane, and asked, “Um, are you sure it’s okay to do this here? I mean, in a church?”

  Dane laughed. “The Lord made love in all its forms, and he knows the human body better than we.”

  “Besides, Dane’s a huge fan of yours,” Kenneth added, his grin cocky and teasing at the same time.

  “Hush.”

  James smiled. “All right. As long as you’re certain.” He was an erotic artist, or had been since Seth convinced him to return to his first love. James turned the screen and asked if everyone could see. A small sea of nods met his query, so he sat back and hit Play.

  The gasps and ohhs made his smile grow.

  Once the show stopped, there were many people vying for his attention, all asking questions at once. Seth held up one hand and said in the same commanding tone that dropped James to his knees and made his corporate opposition flee, “James will be here all afternoon for you to come up and ask questions. No one can hear with all that ruckus you just made. Now, will this suffice for your auction, Kenneth?”

  “Hell, yeah! Oops,” he added and tugged on his tie. The man didn’t look like he wore ties and dress shirts often, but James found it endearing that he’d tried to dress up.

  “They’re beautiful, James,” Dane said. “But then, I attended your first showing in Milwaukee and knew you were good.”

  He felt the heat rush his cheeks. “Thanks.”

  He spent the next hour answering questions and allowing the various people in the group to flip back and forth among the images.