A Matter of Priorities

by Jon Keys

  Rather than reply, I pulled down the jockstrap I was wearing and stepped out of it. Liam moved to one side and allowed me to climb in beside him. With his back toward me, we drenched ourselves and I grabbed the shower gel.

  “Hold still and I’ll soap where you can’t reach. I reek like fried onions after work, so you can do the same for me.”

  Liam nodded but kept silent. I squirted the stuff over Liam’s back, put the bottle on its shelf then lathered him up. Liam liked to get a back rub. I’d gotten him in the mood before with a good massage. After a few minutes, Liam leaned on the shower wall and sighed as I dug into his back. His taut, slender body was sexy as hell and his tight little ass made me want to tongue him until he coated the shower wall with hot cum.

  I pushed my hands farther down until the tips of my fingers slipped along the crack of his ass. I grinned at the Ninja Turtle tattoo on his butt cheek. Liam claimed it protected his virginity. Virgin my ass. I stepped closer, pressed against him and kissed up the side of Liam’s neck while I wedged my shaft in the cleft of his butt. He turned his head toward me and we crushed our mouths together. As we gasped for breath, he grabbed my face and held it then he speared my lips with his tongue. I sucked it inside and soon we dueled for supremacy. My hunger for Liam grew with each passing moment.

  Liam pulled away for an instant before plunging back in and giving me an urgent, need-filled kiss. We popped apart and he panted for several seconds before he could form coherent words. When he did, I was thrilled with what he said.

  “Let’s take this somewhere so we aren’t trying to screw each other’s brains out standing up. I’ll help you wash the onions off and we can play.”

  I grinned at Liam and smacked him on the ass. “A fuck buddy makes life so much easier.”

  Liam didn’t utter a word but squirted soap over my back and rubbed it into a lather. Liam worked hard at his family’s farm and the calluses on his hands were a testament to his past. After my family had kicked me out of the house when I’d told them I was gay, Liam’s parents had let me live with them. They had been furious at my parents when they’d found out. They were part of the reason Liam and I shared an apartment. But Liam’s firm touch was what always left me with a sense of peace. Most people would not have found Liam’s rough hands as pleasurable as I did, but I thought his caresses were some of the nicest I’d ever experienced.

  Liam continued to soap up my back then moved to my butt. He slipped his fingers lower until he teased at my hole. Jolts of electricity seemed to strike at each touch, and I couldn’t help but spread my legs farther apart while the water cascaded around us.

  I moaned and pressed back on him. He grabbed my balls with his soapy hand while he sank a finger into my ass. The euphoria engulfing me moved me closer toward my orgasm, but I wasn’t ready to hit my peak. I eased away from him and stood under the now-cool water to calm myself. A short time later, I stepped from under the stream and turned it off. I snagged one of our large plush towels from just outside the shower and dried Liam. I enjoyed exploring every nook and cranny on my friend. His cock, which had never softened, was jutting upward from his densely thatched crotch. Once I finished drying each leg, I passed the towel to Liam.

  I liked the attention and closed my eyes to let the sensations take me where they would. As Liam dried my package, I had to think about literature papers and memorizing French Medieval churches in the hope it would keep me from reaching my orgasm. When he slipped my foreskin back to dry the crown, I had to stop him.

  “I’ll paint you and that wall with cum if you keep that up.”

  Liam chuckled, looking and sounding like my old buddy who I’d missed in recent days. “Glad to hear the magic fingers are working.”

  But rather than bring up a topic that might cause problems, I took his hand in mine and led my best friend into my bedroom. We stood beside the bed, wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. I ran my fingers through his honey-gold shoulder-length hair. After several minutes of gentle exploration, I crawled to the headboard, sat against it with my legs spread wide and motioned to Liam.

  He shot me an enormous grin and moved until he was on his hands and knees between my legs. I ran my fingers through Liam’s hair again then held on tight. He flicked his tongue over my skin like a new puppy would. But when he moved higher and chewed my nipples, Liam had my cock drooling clear pre-cum.

  With his teeth and tongue working over my sensitive nips, he used his hands to explore my body, moving lower until Liam wrapped his fingers around my shaft and squeezed.

  “Ah, fuck yeah. That’s amazing. You’ve got me horny as hell.”

  He bit down on my tender nipples then released them in response to my hiss. Liam kissed down my chest and I shivered. He smeared pre-cum over my rock-hardness then teased me with a hand job so slow that I gritted my teeth to delay an orgasm, which Liam was making difficult. The familiar tingles shot into my crotch when he stopped.

  I moaned and bit my lip to keep the tiny shred of control I had while Liam watched me with a grin.

  “How you doing, Coop?”

  This time I gave a growl from somewhere deep inside. I lunged forward, grasped Liam by his hair and pulled us together. I pressed my forehead against Liam’s and inhaled. He smelled of musk and sex with a hint of soap, but Liam had a unique scent. I’d always found his odor surrounded me with calm. Liam’s cock was a dark red and throwing spinnerets of pre-cum every time he moved.

  I released him, caught him by the thighs and yanked. “Get up here. It’s my turn.”

  Liam chuckled but moved as I’d asked. He sat on my crotch, his butt on my hard cock. He reached up to pinch my nipples. My shaft flexed at the mixture of pleasure and pain.

  “You bitch!” I shouted and tried to grab him in return. We had several moments of acting more like two kids than a pair of lovers. But then we stopped and faced each other with huge grins. I pulled Liam close again, took his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged at it. I gave him a quick kiss before releasing him, taking his dick in my hand and jacking him.

  He gasped as I twisted my fist around his crown. His cock was as hard as a big chunk of reinforcing bar. I loved the sensation I got from his dick when he was hard. It seemed textured with ridges down its entire length. I increased the speed of my hand until Liam’s eyes fluttered shut and he thrust forward to match my strokes. His sounds of pleasure got louder until he was gasping for air. He groaned out, showing me he was getting close.

  “I’m coming! Fuck!”

  Liam tensed and a thick strand shot from him. It slapped across my face and the smell of sex filled my senses. Liam shot again and again until the translucent cum lay in pools and rivulets on my chest and hands. He lay beside me sucking in air as he attempted to recover.

  Once Liam regrouped from his sex-induced haze, he looked down at me with a satisfied grin. He ran his hands over my chest, smearing his cum until it coated his hands. Then he slid down my legs until my dick jerked free of its confinement. Liam pried my hard shaft from my stomach and stroked it with his cum-smeared fist.

  I was close. It wouldn’t be more than a few minutes before I’d be adding my load to Liam’s. I relaxed against the bed to enjoy his efforts. My body filled with the delicious sensations. I twisted my nipples and my orgasm erupted. Blast after blast shot out as Liam continued to jerk my dick.

  I reveled in the elation until my muscles seized for the last time and left me trembling. A second or two later I clutched Liam’s wrists and pulled him free of my sensitive shaft. “Stop. Stop. Oh, God, stop.”

  Liam smiled at my cum-soaked torso. “Looks like you’ve had sex or something.”

  I tilted my head up and grinned at the jizz coating me. But before I said anything, Liam ate the cum from my skin. His tongue flicked over each square inch of my body until none of the white pools remained.

  Once he’d finished, I tingled and my cock was stiffening again. We kissed, getting the flavor of our combined cum tracing its way through me. A few
seconds had passed when Liam bounded from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with the towel we’d dried on in one hand. He approached me and made an engine sound. “Woo woo, here comes the cleanup train.”

  I laughed as Liam wiped me off with the damp towel. “Why in the hell a train?”

  “I dunno. It sounded cool in my head,” Liam said.

  I enjoyed Liam’s attention. Once he finished, I stretched, squirming across the bed as I did. Sprawled out, I caught Liam’s gaze. He seemed self-conscious and dropped his eyes. I turned to him and held out a hand. “Come on. I’m gonna take a nap before I leave for work. Let’s cuddle and you can keep me warm.”

  Liam’s bright smile returned, and he slipped in beside me. He pulled the bedding over the top of us, then spooned against me. The warm body under a crisp sheet had me drifting toward sleep. Liam’s sinew-filled muscles wrapped around me and it was the safest I’d felt in a long time.

  * * * *

  I ran the mound of dough through the sheeter and stretched it across the pizza pan. The bell on the entrance door rang and I yelled back to Morgan. “I got it. You good?”

  She glanced up from dealing slices of pepperoni onto the order in front of her. “Okay, but don’t get chatty. We have a ton of pizzas to make.”

  I bristled. “I’m not chatty.”

  She shot me a heat-filled glance. “You mean like you are right now?”

  I huffed at her but wiped my hands on my apron and headed for the front counter. I picked up the order pad and looked at the customer. “What can I get for you tonight?”

  He studied the menu for a little longer before beginning. I noticed the deep bass of his voice first. Not someone I’d throw out of bed for eating crackers. In his late thirties with the broad shoulders and tight waist of a swimmer, the guy was hot.

  As I took his order, I kept glancing at him. He seemed familiar. But the snug tee and sweat pants didn’t give me many clues. I finished and read it back to him. “So you wanted a large meat-eater’s pizza with thin crust and some bread sticks.”

  “Yes, that’s right.”

  I added the order to the stack and peered at him. He’d shifted his weight and his package moved. From the bulge traveling down his leg and the now-identifiable profile, I remembered where I recognized him from. The man standing before me had to be the python-cock dude. He was the dictionary definition of a shower and not a grower.

  I swallowed hard to discover my mouth had gone dry. It took a few attempts, but I managed to get out, “It’ll be ready shortly.” He nodded, and I beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen. I shot over to Morgan. “He’s here. The anaconda guy I told you about. It’s huge.”

  Her lips had formed a tight line before she fed the pizza she had been making into the oven. She turned to me but from her expression I knew she was still irritated. “What are you talking about? We don’t have time for you to shop for a hook-up from our customers.”

  I snorted, becoming irritated. “The guy whose cock hangs halfway down his thigh? He’s here.”

  The door chimed again and Morgan motioned me out. “More customers. Try not to run anyone off.”

  By now my patience with Morgan had evaporated. She was supposed to be my friend and I was trying to share a hot sighting. But when I got to the counter there was a group of fraternity guys. To my chagrin, among them was a one-night hook-up from the past winter. To make matters worse, he recognized me. He shot me a wink and blew a kiss when he thought no one was watching. Great, tonight is going to shit.

  I refocused on the group and took their order. It was massive, obviously not just for the five of them. But I got it down and passed the list to Morgan. I turned to them. “We’re kind of slammed. It’ll be a while.”

  “No prob, bro. We’ll get the brews for tonight’s festivities,” one of them said. He nodded to hook-up. “Blake, you stay here with the food. Text us if it’s ready early.”

  With a few more exchanges, everything seemed settled. At that point, I escaped the front counter to help prepare the order. The last thing I wanted to do was chat with a guy who’d filled my mouth with cum.

  A little while later I slid the meat-eater pizza into its box and handed the first order to hot-and-hung dude. He took a few steps then shot a wink at me before leaving.

  What the hell is this? Cock-tease Cooper night?

  I tried to escape my spiraling thoughts but only stared into Blake’s grinning face. The pizzeria had emptied and he took advantage of the situation and prowled across the small room to me. I felt mesmerized as he cupped his fingers over my crotch then gave it a squeeze that lingered for a few seconds before he dropped his hand.

  “I’ve been thinking about you a lot. That had to be the hottest fucking sex I’ve ever had.”

  “Hey, man. It was a one-time thing. I’m not interested in round two,” I said.

  He slipped closer, pinning me against the counter and shoving our crotches together. I could tell he was hard but it wasn’t turning me on at all. Typically, I’d be arranging a repeat fuck session, but this time…nothing. For all the connection I felt with this guy, he might as well have been a blow-up sex doll. He was out to get his rocks off, and tonight that held no appeal for me. But regardless of the message I sent him, Blake became more aggressive and less appealing. I cleaned and straightened everything on the counter, anything I could do to pass the time and keep this guy away from me, but it wasn’t working all that well.

  I was close to showing the skill I’d developed from five years of karate when his friends walked back in. The guy who’d paid glanced at us and smiled but kept any comments to himself. They stared at me and I was at a loss for words. What would I say to the buddies of a one-night stand? The silence turned palpable until Morgan’s shout shredded the fog filling my head.

  “Cooper! What the hell are you doing out there, playing with yourself? The damn pizzas are ready.”

  Blake’s friends snickered, but it was likely that I’d never see them again. Morgan had proven immune to my occasional bitchiness and frequent smart-ass syndrome. I didn’t want to lose a friend who would put up with that. “Be there in a sec, Morgan.”

  I turned to the group with a grin spackled on my face. “Your pies are about ready. Give me a minute.” With that, I spun and trotted into the kitchen.

  Morgan glared at me but didn’t comment further as I cut and boxed hot pizzas until a tower of pies sat on the counter beside me. I carried them out to the waiting horde. They grabbed their order and started for the door. I breathed a sigh of relief that lasted until Blake paused long enough to wink and flick his tongue at me. Blake’s flirting needed to come to a halt and I would make certain he understood I wasn’t interested.

  As I thought he might, Blake lagged behind and when the last of his friends left, he moved close and leaned toward me. “I’m up to get together again. Like I said, last time was hot.”

  My patience was tested beyond any slender tolerance I might have had. After stepping away, I gave it a second attempt. “Look. It was okay, but I’m not interested in a repeat. You’ll need to find someone else to bend you over and fuck you until you come. I’m sure you’ll find some horny frat brother who will give you what you need.” I waited a few seconds but Blake didn’t seem to have heard what I told him.

  “Can’t wait to get a piece of your sweet ass again, babe.”

  I gathered my thoughts about how to get through to him when the door to the kitchen opened with a bang. I cringed at the expression on Morgan’s face. She stomped to the guy until she was inches from his face.

  “He doesn’t want to see you again or hang around with you—not do anything with you, especially sex. Got it?”

  Blake rocked back as he glanced between the two of us a few times. He started to reply, but Morgan spun and went back into the kitchen. I stood without moving as I tried to find a way to salvage my dignity.

  “Cooper!” Morgan roared.

  “On my way,” I said and I followed her.
r />   Chapter Six

  I stood at the door, amazed at the huge, dark entrance. Between the ebony wood and the bronze fixtures, it resembled more the entry to some medieval castle than a modern creation nestled in the hills outside a typical midwestern college town. Even the plants echoed the architecture with beds of yucca and agave. Glass blocks flanked the door on either side and pierced the walls at regular intervals.

  Lucas had invited the team for a ‘halfway finished’ party of sorts. I wished Liam had felt like coming, but he’d stayed at home with some nasty flu that had him running from both ends. I’m not as kind a caretaker as Liam, but I’d tried to make sure he was okay before I’d left. At least Morgan would be here, so I didn’t feel as out of place. It’s difficult to have dinner with the object of my lust without some buffer. I couldn’t stand at the front door all night. Even for me, that would be weird. Besides, Lucas probably had a surveillance setup and was watching me right now.

  I pushed the elaborate doorbell and tones reminiscent of a European cathedral echoed inside the residence. For a moment I was impressed at the reproduction—then I realized it was from a cathedral, recorded and sold to those people with demanding tastes. But it did its job. A few seconds later the door swung open to reveal Lucas’ smiling face.

  My heart raced the instant I saw him. He was dressed more like one of the hot bodies on South Beach than a college professor. He was donning a neon-blue Speedo with a matching unbuttoned shirt sporting a large hibiscus. It worked for me, with the expanse of bare chest leaving me panting. His sexy, tan torso was covered with the perfect amount of fur. Fanning between his sculpted pecs, the hair gathered at his sternum to plunge down his stomach and disappear into the packed banana hammock. Combine that with the thick curls over his legs? I’d do anything he asked me to do.

  “Cooper! Come in. I’m afraid we’ll be one short. Morgan emailed me to say she’s not well.”