by Tavish
BETWEEN MEN
TAVISH LEE
Between Men
Copyright © 2014 by Tavish Lee
Published by Dark Hollows Press
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Between Men
Copyright © 2014 Tavish Lee
ISBN 10: 1940756944
ISBN 13: 978-1-940756-94-3
Original Publication Date: August 2014
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BETWEEN MEN
PLOWING FRESH GROUND
ROOM FOR A HARD-ON
FLESHDANCE
PLOWING FRESH GROUND
It was the middle of July, and I was sitting on my porch in bare feet, a t-shirt, and shorts. I wasn’t just enjoying the warm weather, though. As usual, I had my laptop open on and my brain in overdrive, trying to come up with a viable solution to my company’s latest budgetary crisis. My absorption in my work was almost enough to make me forget that it had been weeks since I’d had anything sexier than a self-starter hand-job.
I looked up when my porch steps creaked and a shadow dropped across my computer screen. When my eyes focused on the guy standing in front of me, my jaw just about hit the keyboard. At first I figured the hot sun and hard work had finally melted my brain!
What I thought I saw was a twentyish guy wearing nothing but a pair of faded, paper-thin cutoffs and a gold neck chain. His smooth chest and lanky arms and legs shimmered nut-brown in the sun, perfectly setting off his gleaming white-blond hair. When he flashed me a lopsided grin, my cock started to drool like one of Pavlov’s mutts.
Even more amazing, he knew my nickname.
“Hey, Dan,” he began casually, then frowned at my obvious confusion. “It’s me, Jason. From down the street, you know?”
All I could do was blink. “Jason Brooks?” I hadn’t known the Brookses well, but from what I remembered, their son Jason was a chubby high school kid with braces and a homestyle buzz cut. Then again, I hadn’t seen much of him in the past year or two. He must have graduated from high school by now—hell, maybe he’d even started college for all I knew.
“I’m not surprised you didn’t recognize me right away. I’ve changed a lot since graduation. Working out and stuff, you know.”
Jason’s smile widened, and his tits, dark and succulent as Hershey’s kisses, swelled as he thrust his chest forward proudly. The mound at the front of his thin cut-offs shifted, too. Was it my imagination, or did the brass button at the waist look like it was ready to pop open?
“Anyway, the reason I’m here is that I’m trying to earn some spending money—you know, mowing lawns, weeding gardens, stuff like that.” Jason surveyed my ragged lawn, strewn with dandelions and crabgrass. “You look like you could use a hand in that department.”
Screw the lawn, I thought. I want a hand with the fat throbber between my legs. I almost said it out loud. Instead, I found myself handing Jason the keys to my tool shed.
Though I would rather have been inside the house, splitting that perfect bubble butt of his with my aching prong, there were some advantages to watching him mow the lawn. My laptop went into sleep mode from being ignored too long, but I didn’t care. It provided the perfect cover while I sat riveted to the spectacle of him prancing around three-quarters naked, his muscles straining and his back and shoulders streaked with sweat.
I sure had to give the dude credit. He couldn’t have put on a more effective cocktease if he’d peeled off those skimpy shorts and started humping the lawnmower handle. Yet there was something so natural and innocent about his movements—about his whole attitude—that told me he was totally oblivious to the effect he was having on me.
Finally, he came back to the house begging for a cold drink.
“Come on in, Jason.” In my air-conditioned kitchen, he leaned against the cupboards while I tossed him an icy can of cola. I watched him guzzle it, fighting the urge to reach over and settle my hand on the lump in his shorts. Instead, I rolled my fist back and forth over my own bulging crotch.
All of a sudden, Jason gulped down the last of the cola and set the can in the sink. His eyes focused slowly on my middle, and I saw his Adam’s Apple bob when he swallowed hard.
“That’s...that’s quite a bone you’ve got there, Dan,” he mumbled.
At first, I tried to laugh the whole thing off. “Can’t help it. Watching you out there got me more hot and bothered than the weather.” When he didn’t freak out, I dropped my voice to a husky growl. After all, Jason wasn’t a kid any more. That much was obvious. He had a right to know the score—and to decide for himself whether he wanted to join in the game. I decided to ask the question flat out. “So...you want to see it close up?”
I watched the sweat bead up on his throat and slide, hot and sticky, down his chest. One stubborn droplet clung to his left nipple, which extended toward me. I only hoped his cock would be equally responsive.
“I...I think so.”
Two swift steps closed the distance between us. Jason seemed to tremble a little when I brushed my hand down his damp chest and wedged them in the waistband of his shorts. At first I thought it was just hormones coursing through his body, but when I looked back at his eyes, I saw fear there.
“Don’t worry, kid,” I soothed. “I know what I’m doing.”
He managed a shaky smile. “Sure wish I did.”
“Nothing to it,” I said, hooking my fingers back in his shorts and gliding them down over his narrow hips. His Y-fronts came down with them. That was that. His pubic hair sprang out at me in a dense golden thatch as his cut-offs puddled obligingly around his sandaled feet. His cock snapped to full attention when my fingers skimmed over the purplish head.
In response, he drew one shaky palm over the bulge in my khaki shorts. I heard him gasp a bit at my huge erection, probably wondering how it could ever fit comfortably inside his cherry throat or ass. Well, I looked forward to showing him exactly how sweet a fit it would be!
I stepped back to admire him as he stood there, sandwiched between me and my kitchen cabinets, totally bare except for his threadlike necklace—real gold, I figured, maybe a graduation present. Still, it wasn’t half as attractive to me as the flaxen tendrils that cushioned his tender pink balls.
He moaned a little when I massaged those warm, wrinkly orbs, but I could tell that he was still nervous. Still, he lifted a tentative hand to the fly on my own khaki shorts. His fingers groped me slowly, outlining the unmistakable trajectory of the railroad spike between my thighs.
Still locked together, we stumbled away from the cupboards, though we didn’t quite make it to bedroom. Struck by a sudden inspiration, I maneuvered Jason over to the kitchen table. My hand was still on his nuts as I settled his ass against the edge of the table and gently hoi
sted him up.
Though he still moved a little slowly and clumsily, Jason was learning fast. His lips moved to ravage the sensitive flesh on the side of my neck, and his hands finally fumbled the front of my pants open and pushed the elastic of my underwear down under my balls. His fingers quickly became wet and slippery with my pre-cum as he toyed with my straining boner.
Luckily, my wallet was in the back pocket of my shorts, and I snatched it out just before they slid to the floor along with my boxers. Pausing for just a moment, I slipped two foil-wrapped rubbers out of it and tossed them on the table beside us. While Jason was busy unbuttoning my shirt, I was busy unrolling a condom over his juicy virgin cock. By the time he pushed my shirt back over my shoulders, leaving me as naked as he was, I had his boner wrapped and ready to eat.
When he realized what I was about to do to him, Jason relaxed underneath me. His breathing was still a little fast, though. The last thing I wanted him to do was freak out and lose his boner before I’d had a chance to siphon its juices into the rubber.
“Just stay with me,” I soothed him. “I’ll do everything at first. You can join in when you’re ready.”
“O—okay, Dan,” he wheezed. Smiling, I dipped my head so that my mouth hovered directly over his swollen shank. My tongue licked the warm rubber while my lips stroked his nervous organ’s straining sides.
When the condom was slick with spit, I pulled back so that my tongue cupped just the tip of his cock. A sudden inspiration prompted me to reach into the nearby sugar bowl and sprinkle his wet, rubber-covered cock with white sugar. Then I dipped down again and took his sugar-coated tube cock all the way into my mouth, closing my teeth lightly around my base to squeeze his erection to an even bigger swell.
Jason was getting into it now, lifting his hips to the rhythm of my sucks, fucking my mouth. He was still being gentle, like he thought he’d hurt me, or himself, if he really let go and plugged my throat the way I hoped he would. Just another little myth I looked forward to dispelling!
While I sucked him, my fingers groped the cheeks of his silky ass. He moaned loudly when my left forefinger finally settled at the opening of his tight cherry hole. I rubbed that sensitive spot a little, and the way Jason thrashed and groaned with a pleasure he’d never know before made my own balls draw up tight.
“Oh, yeah,” he whispered as I went down on his throbbing cock with renewed energy. The perspiration gushed down his chest and pooled in his bush and the crack of his ass, smearing my cheeks and hand with slippery cherry-flavored sweat. The whole time, his fingers squeezed my cock even more urgently. I could tell that his balls were as inflated as mine were with cum.
When he finally tensed up and started shooting, I tried to hold his cock in my lips as long as I could. I wanted to savor the moment of his first man-to-man orgasm as much as he probably did. His condom ballooned outward, filling with sweet virgin seed, pressing against the insides of my cheeks. My nose was buried in his pubes, and the tangy aroma of his youthful, excited sweat almost made it seem like I could taste him through the condom.
As much as we both hoped that he would never stop shooting, eventually his tremors stopped and his cock went soft against my teeth. With one last shudder of pleasure, he wriggled his hips and tugged his prong free of my lips.
“So, how was that?” I asked, lifting my face reluctantly out of his sweet-smelling crotch. All he could do was smile and nod weakly as I stripped off his full condom and dabbed his nipples and cock-tip with a few beads of his own cum. Then I knotted the end of the condom and tossed it across the kitchen into the trash.
“It was great, Dan. And it didn’t hurt at all.” Jason looked so pleased with himself that I felt I had to be honest about what was coming next (so to speak).
“This part might be a little more painful at first,” I said, rolling a fresh rubber onto my own throbbing meat. It was pumped full of cum and so raring to go that the heat waves coming off it practically melted the condom the minute it touched my cockhead. “But believe me, the pleasure you get afterward more than makes up for it.”
His boyish eyes widened a little, but he gulped and nodded like the man he was about to become.
With that, I rolled him onto his stomach on my kitchen table, positioning him so that his cock hung straight down, pointing at the tile floor. I massaged his ass-cheeks for a while before I parted them, maybe a little more roughly than Jason expected. He yelped when I jammed my fingers back inside his pucker and stirred them around to stretch him out good and wide.
When I decided he was ready, I closed in on him by leaning forward over the table. The hot weight of my balls pressed flush against the backs of his thighs when I fitted my cock against his scalding sphincter. A fresh stream of sweat slithered down my chest to dapple his already-drenched bush. Reaching down with one hand, I dug my fingers into the erect flesh of his left nipple. With the other, I fitted my cockhead into the shallow part of his asshole.
“I’m going to put it inside you now,” I whispered. Jason’s head was turned halfway toward me, his cheek resting against the table. His face still looked slack with anxiety. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Jason squeezed his eyes shut as he nodded. “I do want it,” he managed to say huskily. “I want it bad. I want it now.”
“I figured.” With a grunt of satisfaction, I clamped both hands over his hips and shoved my bloated cockhead past my sphincter. He huffed and puffed and grunted as I fed my hard cock into his tunnel a couple of inches at a time. My idea was to make it happen so quickly that he wouldn’t have time to feel the pain—not at first. Then, just as my cockhead hit home and his asshole swallowed me up to the balls, I heard him cry out. He was feeling it now, all right—but to judge from the way he was howling, he wasn’t just twisting around with discomfort.
“Yeah, Dan!” he grunted. “Give it all to me! Yeah!”
His taut pucker gripped the sides of my shaft as if it were trying to draw me deeper into him. At that point, my orgasm exploded inside me, searing through my guts and nearly turning my balls inside out. My hard-boiled sperm filled the condom to bursting inside his stretched-out butt-hole.
While I filled him, Jason reached down and wrapped both fists around his free-swinging cock. By now it had snapped bolt upright again, and he wasted no time yanking it to a second climax. This one was smaller, to judge by the tiny puddle of cream it left on my kitchen floor—but to judge by his blissfully happy expression, it was every bit as satisfying as the first.
Finally, my own hose ran dry. It drooped, empty, in his ass-canal until Jason himself grunted and reached down to pull it out. His hole was still convulsing, clutching at my pole as he slid it out with agonizing slowness.
We slid off the table together, our drenched bodies coming apart with a loud sucking noise. I found myself gasping for breath. I’d actually been so excited that I’d been holding my breath. Now I realized that the whole kitchen smelled like musky, heavy mansex.
We leaned against the kitchen cabinets, our cocks oozing leftover spunk and maybe a little pre-cum as we started to get excited again.
“I never asked you how the lawn mowing went,” I said, tracing his nipples and then his pubic hairline with my finger.
It took a moment for his eyes to focus. Somehow I had a feeling what he’d been fantasizing about. “Oh, yeah. Well, actually, it ran out of gas. I’ll have to come back tomorrow.”
“Good idea,” I said. “Actually, the whole yard’s a mess. I could use a hand around here all summer.”
“Great.” Like I’d hoped, his fingers found my cock and started rubbing it back up to full length again. “As long as you keep showing me exactly what you want done—and how you want me to do it.”
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ROOM FOR A HARD-ON
“See this ad?” Grinning, my friend Barry pointed out an innocuous ‘Male Roommate Wanted’ blurb in the campus newspaper. “It’s been in there for months. He doesn’t really want a roommate. He does it to get guys to come up to his apartment.”
“What for?” I asked, cursing my own stupidity the second after I’d said it. Barry just grinned.
“Call the number and see,” he said.
Normally, I don’t do crazy things like that, but in this case my curiosity—not to mention another long-neglected part of my anatomy—was piqued. So after a few days, I checked to make sure the ad was still there. It was. I called and made an appointment with a pleasant-sounding young guy to see the room.
“I’m Zeke,” he said, sticking out his hand when I showed up at the address he’d given. The apartment was pretty small, just a living room, kitchenette, and two bedrooms with a tiny bathroom in between. Zeke, as I’d suspected, was a lot more pleasant to look at. He was college-aged, like me, with longish brown hair, a gold hoop earring, and a neatly trimmed goatee.
I played along as he showed me the room, hiding my grin when I saw the heaps of all-male magazines and videos strewn around the bare-wood floor. Eventually, I told him that my friend Barry had pointed out his ad to me.