by J. P. James
“Does seeing this dump turn you on?” I laugh throatily just as he kicks my thrift store lamp to the floor. We chuckle together as the afghan tangles around our feet.
“It’s nostalgic for me, but your apartment doesn’t turn me on. You do,” he says as his mouth reaches for mine.
The moment his lips touch me, I realize that coming here was the best choice. I want Blake to know me and to know my life in this apartment, just as he knows my body in my bed.
His cock is jutting between my thighs, but I manage to slip out from under him. I grab him by his tie and lead the billionaire to my room in back. He grabs at me as we walk, gripping my sculpted ass and rubbing his hands along my crotch. Shit, it feels good. He can’t control himself, and I love him for that. I want him to want me just like this.
We step through my bedroom door, locking it behind us. Immediately, I take off my blazer and start to unbutton my dress shirt when his hands clasp mine.
“Not so fast. Let me do the honors,” Blake growls as he takes up the buttons and undoes them quickly. My bronzed chest captures his attention, and he stands there staring for a moment as I quiver.
“Shit, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes. “This gym rats have nothing on you.” My lover’s practically drooling, and that turns me on even more.
“Well then, we should change it up this time, shouldn’t we? But first…” I finish my sentence by kneeling and running my mouth over the crotch of his pants. His pants can barely contain his hard bulge any longer. As I lightly trace the massive ridge through the fabric, Blake moans for more and undoes his belt and buttons. His pants drop to his feet, and I gaze at his cock in awe. I’ve been so caught up in the size of his tool during our trysts that I haven’t really noticed anything else about his package. Shame on me because this is the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. Ten inches, with a deep purple head leaking cum, and pulsing veins on the bottom and the top. I didn’t know I could be turned on by a body part, but now, all I want is to play with it in my mouth.
I use my tongue to guide his thick sex between my lips. He groans in pleasure, causing a sense of power to flow through my blood. There’s just something about being in my room, in my apartment, and having this magnificent specimen of a man audibly enjoy what I’m doing – I never realized how powerful I was until this moment.
With all of his strength, he pulls himself out of my mouth and bends down to kiss me, the taste of us mixing together as he does so.
“Not so fast, Mr. Adams,” he growls. He pulls me to my feet and jerks my pants and underwear down in one fell swoop.
He kisses me deeply as his hand rubs my balls, sending my pleasure through the roof. His other hand has me around my waist. I can’t escape his fingers as they fondle me. But then his hand slips backwards, glancing over my taint before sliding all the way to my asshole.
“Oh shit,” I gasp.
Blake merely chuckles. “I know you like it.”
I can’t deny his statement as he slowly fingers my anus. It feels so good, my pleats tensing and then relaxing. He rubs while moaning into my mouth, and I breathe in his cries. But then, Blake pops his finger out and walks to the edge of the bed. I whimper.
“Get on the mattress,” he commands. The way he orders me around makes me hot from head to toe.
Panting, I waste no time. Blake doesn’t take his eyes off of me as he lies down in the middle of the bed. He grabs his erect cock and strokes it slowly, milking a trickle of cum out. My mouth waters. But before I can dip my head to taste it, Blake seizes my eyes with his.
“Take this like a real man,” he orders. “Lower yourself onto my staff.”
I merely gawk at him for a moment. Is he insane? It’s one thing to get that huge club pushed into your butt, but it’s another to forcibly impale yourself on it.
“Um, I …,” is my stammer.
Blake glowers. “Do it.”
His tone brooks no argument, and swallowing thickly, I straddle the handsome man’s thighs. My hand reaches to grab his cock, and Blake moans, never taking his eyes from mine.
“You can handle it,” he says in a hiss. “Don’t think. Just let yourself go.”
With another small whimper, I raise myself to my knees, angling myself until that huge purple head rubs against my anal opening.
“That’s it,” my lover rasps. “Lower yourself onto my pole, my little fuckboy. Show me how much you want it.”
With a breathy gasp, I try. My hips push down, and that big cock breaches my anal passage about half an inch. Oh god! He feels so big, and I squirm a bit, trying to adjust.
“Come on, you can do it,” the billionaire urges. “I know you want it.”
That’s the thing. I do want it. With another breathy cry, I push my hips down and this time, his dick slides in the whole ten inches. A gasp escapes my throat. Oh my god, I’ve impaled myself on a huge baseball bat, and the tip feels like it’s all the way up around my rib cage. My butt clenches and clamps, making my lover moan.
“That’s it,” he says in a strained voice. “Now fuck my dick, pretty boy. Show me how much you love taking cock up your ass.”
Throwing my head back and breathing hard, slowly I raise myself before dropping my ass back down onto his club. It’s huge and hard, and I have to work it in a little, but soon the pace picks up. I’m fucking his dick with my anus, and it makes us both feel so good.
Blake reaches forward to grab my cock in his fist, stroking in time with my buttfucks.
“That’s it, my little slut,” he rasps. “Keep going.”
But it’s impossible to do this forever. It feels too amazing, and pretty soon, the tempo is so fast and intense that I feel myself beginning to crest.
“Blake,” is my gasp. “Oh god …”
Then it happens. With a mighty spurt, my penis erupts in his hand, drenching his chest and stomach in bubbly sperm. At the same time, his dick jerks in my back end and lets out stream after stream of hot, virile semen.
“Unnnnh,” is my lover’s throaty cry, his neck muscles tense and expression strained. “Fuck, your ass feels good.”
I cry out as well, still in the throes of pleasure. Stars explode before my eyes as I hurtle in the darkness, only to come out into the light as a sated mess.
“Ohhhh …” is my gasp as I drop on Blake’s bronzed, muscular chest. “That was amazing.”
Blake finishes pumping into my bottom and chcukles a bit, making me look up.
“I’ll say,” is his amused look. “I’ve never had sex this good.”
I stare up at him.
“Are you serious?”
He looks at me wryly. “Why, do you not believe me?”
I’m flummoxed for a moment, his stiff rod still buried in my anus. “Well, it’s just that you must get the hottest guys, and so I figured I was nothing compared to that.”
Blake stops me with a hand over my mouth.
“Physical looks are one thing, but it’s not everything. You have heart, Chase, and that’s what makes our sex so meaningful. You’re into it, and it’s never been as good with anyone else.”
I lay my head back down onto his chest. Somehow, I know the billionaire is telling the truth. I may be a nobody in my regular life, but to him? I’m everything.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I rouse momentarily.
“Will you stay until I fall asleep?” I ask sleepily. I feel so comfortable and relaxed in his strong arms. I don’t want him to leave.
Blake chuckles, and it’s a rumble beneath my cheek.
“Of course I’ll stay. I can’t guarantee I won’t fall asleep first, though,” he warns with a smile. He leans down and kisses me softly, holding my lips with his as we drink in each other’s pleasure.
“I’d love that,” is all I say before I shut my eyes. I curl away from him, pushing my bottom into his groin. It’s a little sore, but nothing that some Vaseline won’t fix in the morning. Blake catches his breath, and I can tell he’s still a little aroused from being
so close to my naked body. Good. I smile to myself and fall into a deep, dreamless sleep with my lover at my side.
12
Chase
“Come on, babies! You can do it,” I hear Vance yell as he ascends the stairs to our apartment. I don’t know when my buddy started calling his suitcases “babies,” but the nickname has stuck.
I open the door for him. He spills over the threshold, luggage in tow.
“I didn’t know how much I could miss this dump!” he huffs, looking around. “Man, it’s good to be home.” Leaving his stuff by the door, he plops down on the couch and puts a hand over his eyes. Leave it to Vance to make such a dramatic entrance.
“I’m making pasta. You want some?” I call out as I walk back to the kitchen.
Immediately, Vance sits up straight. “Are you kidding? After shopping and styling a fat-phobic prima donna for a week, I want all of the pasta. Extra cheese,” he replies.
I laugh as I fix us both plates before grabbing a bottle of red wine and bringing everything to the couch. Vance seizes the wine, tugs the cork off and swigs right from the bottle.
“Yum,” he says.
I take it from him and swig it myself.
“Yeah, that hits the spot,” I agree before letting out a belch. I love how gross we can be around each other.
“Was your trip that bad?” I ask as I dig into my spaghetti. “I mean, they paid you well, right?”
Vance makes a face.
“Let’s just say this woman looks great…for an uptight banshee. But yeah, the money was worth it, I guess. Plus, I finally saw the Thunder from Down Under,” he chortles. “You know, those hot dudes from Australia who dance around like the Chippendales?”
I wince at the thought of all of those gyrating men in leather pants. To each his own, but I heard those guys are sweaty. The lights are so hot that they’re drenched in perspiration, and it’s pretty gross, even if they’re super ripped and nice to look at.
But Vance has already moved onto the food. He pops a tomato into his mouth, and then slurps some noodles like it’s no big deal.
“Who are you fucking?” he asks point blank.
“No beating around the bush with you!” I comment, slurping some noodles of my own. Vance merely shrugs, before drinking more wine.
“Spill it, pretty boy. You’ve made a delicious home-cooked meal, and you’re practically glowing from head to toe. It’s got to be the sex. So who are you dating?” he asks again.
I feel my cheeks flush. Oh shit. Well, there’s no point in holding back, seeing that I’ve already told my best buddy so much.
“I’m seeing Blake King,” I reveal. “Remember how I hooked up with him a while ago? Well, it’s gotten serious.”
Vance’s eyes go wide. He drops the wine, and I catch the bottle before it hits the floor.
“Holy shit,” he breathes. “I mean, yeah, I remember. I never though it’d be more than a one-night stand though. I mean, he’s a billionaire, and you’re …”
“A nobody?” I finish for him, eyebrows raised.
Vance shrugs, shoveling another mouthful of noodles into his mouth. “Well, yeah. He’s like the head of a major news publication, and you’re a recent college grad. It’s not like you’re equals.”
That’s where I need to set him straight.
“We’re not equals professionally, but we’re equals on another level,” I say in a neutral tone. “He understands me, and I understand him. We get along great actually, and see eye to eye on the important things.”
“Like what?” Vance asks.
Good question. I’m not sure exactly, but I merely shrug and pass it off.
“You know, the important stuff. He knows I’m poor, and it doesn’t bother him. In fact, he’s been to our apartment, and he wasn’t turned off.”
Vance looks around, taking in the shabby box-like space we live in.
“Are you serious, homeboy?” he says. “Blake King has been here?”
I nod, raising my wine glass.
“Yes. And he sat right where you’re sitting now.”
My roommate’s eyes bug again, and he sputters a bit.
“Holy shit,” he manages after getting himself under control. “Man, you’ve done the impossible. You’ve nailed a billionaire.”
I try not to make a face. “I wish you wouldn’t put it like that. It makes me sound so mercenary.”
But the words slide off my buddy’s back.
“Yee haw!” he cries, jumping to his feet. “This is awesome. When’s your next getaway? Will it be Milan? Paris?” He sits down and daydreams of the glamorous life coming my way. I roll my eyes again.
“I still have to go to work, Vance. And for that matter, so does Blake,” I pause to twirl the pasta around my around. “Then again, he does travel on a private jet. He has meetings in Singapore and Tokyo every month,” I say with a wink. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to take on an international assignment when he has his meetings. A little business, and a little pleasure. Sounds perfect.
Vance lies back on the couch and stares at the ceiling. “Maybe I can go to New York this year for Fashion Week,” he drawls happily, halfway in a daydream.
“What makes you say that?” I ask as I eye him from the couch. He turns to me with a devious grin.
“Well, you, what else? I’m your best friend, and Blake has all of the hook-ups,” he says matter of factly.
I set my plate down and stare him down like an angry wildebeest. “Yo Vance, that sounds like gold-digging.”
He doesn’t even flinch. “Yeah. So what?”
Man, this guy is impossible. I grab my plate and leave the living room without a word. I start the dishes before Vance comes in after me. He sits at the breakfast nook, swinging his legs, and watches me.
“Are you mad at me?” he asks.
I scrub harder, avoiding his gaze. “I know you don’t understand, but Blake and I just started seeing each other. I’m not using him for his money, and I don’t want him to think he’s a treasure chest that’s ripe for the plunder.” I set the dishes down and turn to face him. “Plus, I don’t even think he has friends in the fashion world.” It’s true. I don’t know who any of his supposedly famous connections are. I didn’t bother to ask because that’s not what I care about.
Vance rolls his eyes.
“Of course he has fashion friends. He dresses impeccably, and he jet sets all around the world,” Vance assures me. “Trust me, he’s got a tailor in Milan, a shoemaker in London, and a milliner in Tokyo.”
I merely whirl around again, angrily clanking the dishes. Vance sighs and strides to my side, taking the dishes from my hands. “Here, let me do these. I still owe you a month’s worth of cleaning for wearing that suit to the campaign fundraiser,” he teases.
My best friend drives me up the wall, but at the same time, it’s impossible to stay mad at someone so silly. He apologizes again.
“Clearly, I upset you, and this is the only way I can make up for it,” he says. “But seriously Chase, even if Blake doesn’t have connections, he would be able to get an invitation for sure. When a billionaire snaps his fingers, people jump,” he says like an infomercial host who’s trying to sell me a Magic Bullet. While I hate to admit it, I have to acknowledge his point.
“Sure, Blake can get what he wants because money talks. But I don’t want to treat him like that. He’s more than just a walking credit card to me,” I say fiercely. I take a stack of dishes and put them in the cabinet. I didn’t realize how strong I felt about my lover, but it is what it is. I don’t want to mess this relationship up because something tells me it’s the start of something truly valuable.
Vance nods. He looks shamefaced. “You’re right. I’m an asshole for even asking. I guess you must really like this guy, huh?” he says, searching my face.
I consider the words forming in my head and then let them out like rushing water. “I think I’m falling in love with him,” I admit, looking down. Vance just stares at me for a moment,
but then he nods his head.
“Then I’m happy for you, Chase,” he says in a quiet voice. “I really mean that.”
I look up and smile.
“Thanks,” is my reply. “I’m glad you approve.”
With that we both break into laughter and tears simultaneously. Who knew two gay guys could be so mushy?
“Will you at least mention how much I love New York Fashion Week? I’ll do the dishes for the rest of the year,” Vance begs, a hundred percent back to his old ways.
I can’t help but huff. “You’re hopeless, you know that? I’ll mention how much you love New York, but no promises,” I warn as he pumps his fists in victory.
After finishing the dishes, we head back to the living room and turn on the TV. Vance scans the channels for something decent to watch while I get lost in my thoughts. Blake is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s kind, charming, rich, and most of all, he cares about me. The guys I’ve dated in the past were all about themselves and their careers. But Mr. King is different. He’s a real man with enough heart to look out for those close to him. I’m lucky to have the billionaire, and suddenly, a wave of longing washes over me. Although I only just saw Blake, I miss him already, and can’t wait to be back in his arms.
13
Chase
Time seems to be whizzing by, and yet every moment Blake and I are together, it’s like we’re immortal and the minutehand stands still. It feels like just yesterday that I saw him across the restaurant at Westie’s, and yet, we’ve been seeing each other for the past three months now. To be honest, these have been the happiest three months of my life. I really love the billionaire, and it’s knocked me on my back. I didn’t know that I could ever feel so strongly about someone, but there it is. It’s breathtaking, exhilarating, and also scary as hell, come to think about it. I never knew someone could mean so much to me, and am brimming with combined fear and joy.