by Dara Tulen
His hips snapped forward again before his cock was fully out. When DC made a pleased sound, Dalton began to thrust into his past self at a near-brutal pace. DC's body bounced up off the bed with every stroke, his cock rubbing against the rough sheets until he was trying to move his own body towards release. He just didn't seem to know if he should go back into Dalton or forward into the bed.
Dalton stretched his body out on top of DC, his thrusts changing from long and hard to short but deep. The extra weight trapped DC's cock between his own body and the sheets, and each time Dalton pushed forward, DC's throbbing member rubbed against those silky, smooth, cool-to-the-touch sheets.
“Come on, DC,” Dalton pressed his mouth against DC's ear. “Cum for me and when you do, squeeze that ass of yours so tight that I explode. I'm going to fill that hot ass with my cum, and then do you know what's going to happen? We're going to keep going. You and I are going to fuck until it's time for me to leave. I'm going to suck you off, let you cum in my mouth. You're going to fuck me so I know what it's like to have my huge cock in my ass. And I'm going to fuck you again and again until you won't be able to walk straight or sit down for days.”
DC let out a shuddering breath, his body tensing as it gave in to his need. Dalton cried out as DC's ass tightened. His cock pulsed as it emptied itself into the younger man's ass and Dalton scraped his teeth over the shell of DC's ear, sending another full-body shudder through the younger man.
When he rolled off of DC, giving himself a moment to catch his breath, his past self looked up at him.
“Did you really mean all of that? What you said we're going to do?”
Dalton nodded. “We've got eighteen hours left and I fully intended to spend every moment of it treating myself very well.”
DC laughed, as Dalton had known he would. It was a shame, really, Dalton thought, that DC wouldn't be allowed to remember it from that end. It had to be this way, though, he knew. While he would be leaving himself with the idea for the time machine, DC couldn't be allowed to know that the machine worked or it might change some aspect of the journey and this day would never happen. The possibilities made Dalton's mind swim.
All of those probabilities and what-ifs melted away as DC pushed himself up on his knees and reached for Dalton's cock. He could consider the mysteries of the world later. Right now, there was a dashing young man in desperate need of attention.
“Lay back, buddy,” Dalton told his younger self. “It’s your turn.”
“Oh fuck,” DC said under his breath.
Dalton held his younger self’s cock in his hand, and for a short moment he just stared at it in awe. It was so familiar, this was the dick he saw every day, but not once had he ever seen it like this.
Shaking off the weird feeling, Dalton leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the younger man’s glans, sucking on it lightly, moving his head around and moving his tongue forward so the head of DC’s cock was enveloped in the wet texture of his tongue.
“Oh… my… God!” DC cried out.
Dalton moved his head forward, his mouth and tongue taking in the young man’s hardness—it was perhaps more erect than it had ever been up to this point—and he moved back again, making sure DC felt that moist, sloppy friction of his tongue against every centimeter of the sensitive skin on the underside of his dick.
“Oooaaahhhhh!!” DC moaned, the kind of moan someone usually does at the height of their climax, but he was doing it now, because he was with a man who knew him and his body better than anyone else in the world—in the universe, across space and time—could possibly know him. Dalton knew exactly what he liked and how he liked it. Even more than that, really; Dalton knew of things DC hadn’t even discovered yet, blowing his dick as well as his mind.
Dalton moved his hand in front of his mouth and moved it forward and backward accordingly with his neck, creating what felt to DC like a never-ending vortex of wet, warm pleasure.
“Sh-shit, shit! I’m gonna cum already, man!”
Dalton, his mouth full, could only give a loud “Mmm!” to acknowledge this, and picked up his pace, every move forward of his mouth and hand siphoning the nectar of the younger man’s seed.
DC screamed, and he came. Boy, did he ever! Dalton felt the syrup gush into his mouth, and he eagerly swallowed it, gobbled it all up, still continuing with the motion of his head and body, causing DC’s entire body to shiver from the intensity of the experience.
Finally, Dalton slowed down, and took the young cock out of his mouth with a soft audible ‘pop’. Even now, though, Dalton stroked his companion’s dick slowly and softly.
“That was the best fucking blowjob I ever had,” DC told him.
Dalton pressed his lips to DC’s cock, giving it an affectionate kiss.
“Do you want me to fuck you still?” DC asked.
Dalton nodded, but he knew himself too well to not notice the slight nervousness in his younger self’s voice. Dalton had almost forgotten that at this point in his life he hadn’t really successfully fucked another man in the ass. He had tried with the first guy, but he couldn’t quite keep it up, and he was self-conscious enough not to even try with the second. At this point he had gotten his ass fucked, blown another guy, and been sucked off. It wouldn’t be for another year until he would get the hang of being on the giving end.
Dalton smiled, “Yeah, but don’t worry, I got this. Just stay where you are.”
Dalton gave a few more pumps of DC’s dick with his hand, making sure it was still hard. Of course it was, his stamina was great. Dalton raised himself, hovered his ass over DCs dick, and slowly guided the head into the crevice between his cheeks.
“Oh… fuck…” DC let out as his eyes rolled upwards into his lids and back down again.
DC’s dick was still sopping wet from the blowjob and provided ample lubrication as it slid into Dalton’s tight ass. Soon, he was all the way in.
“Oh my God, it’s so tight!” DC exclaimed. “Oh my God it feels so good.”
Slowly at first but steadily accelerating, Dalton bounced himself up and down DC’s hard pole, feeling the vitality of the throbbing cock of his young doppleganger. Dalton was facing him, so they could each see each other’s ‘O’ faces as they both experienced the ultimate pleasure. Dalton could feel his pectoral muscles bounce just a little with the movement, and knowing his young self well he knew DC was enjoying the view, enjoying seeing a handsome older man put out for him, impaling himself on his manhood.
Dalton started swiveling a bit as he pumped the cock with his ass cheeks, making sure DC felt it as his cock probed Dalton’s warm, tight ass.
No longer being able to stand prolonging the pleasure, Dalton positioned himself so that every time he brought himself down on DC’s cock, it hit him directly in prostate. It took only a few more pumps before he would cum involuntarily.
For most of this time, Dalton was either breathing heavily, moaning softly, or grunting; most of the all-out screaming had come from DC. But now it was Dalton’s turn to cry out as each pleasurable smash of his young partner’s dick sent shockwaves throughout his whole body.
“Aaauughh!”
The cum erupted from Dalton’s cock, the initial rope landing on his chest, between his pecs, while the rest splashed on DC’s torso.
Dalton hadn’t even been stroking himself; the sight of the handsome older man cumming entirely from the force of the cock in his ass was what pushed DC over the age, and he let out a moan of helpless ecstasy as he ejaculated inside his lover’s ass, the tight muscles surrounding his cock seemingly sucking the juice out of him.
The sexual explosion finally subsiding, Dalton lifted himself off of DC’s cock, and lowered himself on top of his younger self. Their bodies were both moist from perspiration and ejaculate, and they wrapped their arms around each other in a slippery embrace.
Dalton gave his young friend a juicy kiss.
“I’m gonna remember this forever,” DC told him.
The bittersweet irony no
TWELVE YEARS LATER
Someone was shaking him, but he didn't want to wake up. He was having such a nice dream.
“Dr. Canning.”
The voice was concerned enough that Dalton knew he needed to acknowledge it. He forced his eyes open to see one of the janitors, a mature man named Roger, leaning over him.
He started to sit up and had to bite back a groan. Every muscle in his body protested the movement. He felt like he'd been training for a decathlon or something. Then, when he finally was able to push himself into a sitting position, he winced. Why was he so sore?
“Are you okay, Dr. Canning?” Roger asked.
“I'm fine, thank you for asking.”
The response was polite, but distracted, and Roger shrugged and moved on.
Dalton couldn't quite figure out what was happening. He was in his lab, that much he could see. He was on the floor next to the time machine he'd been working on for over ten years. And, apparently, he was naked.
Time machine.
Naked.
Sore.
Shit.
Everything came flooding back and Dalton ran his hand over his face as he tried to process the information. It was a lot to take in. His machine worked. He'd traveled into the past. He'd fucked himself. Yeah, that wasn't exactly the type of story one wanted to have published as the first evidence of time travel.
Dalton stood, using the table to pull himself to his feet. His entire body ached from his adventure. He needed a shot of something strong and a hot shower. Sleep would also be nice. Once he'd done all of that, he could figure out what he was going to do next. He still needed to find a way to prove to his colleagues that he had indeed succeeded in creating a time machine. And then he'd have to figure out how to regulate things when he went public. Until then, he had a lot of research to do.
Maybe, he thought as he slipped on a lab coat, he could visit ancient Rome. He'd heard gladiators had amazing stamina.
About Dara Tulen
Dara Tulen knows how to titilate, and what better way to harness this ability than through erotic fiction? Before she found her calling as a crafter of erotic tales, Dara worked in customer service, in a toy store, as a freelance copywriter, and author of suspense, sci-fi and thriller stories. She was discovered by Tangerine Erotica and continued honing her craft with Steam Books Erotica & Romance.
When she's not exciting readers through her words, Dara spends her time reading, watching movies and television, listening to music and coming up with new ways to entertain and entice her readers.
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THE PRESIDENT'S SON: JUST A GAME
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DESTINED IN THE DARK by Melody Lewis.
In the middle ages, a young lad named Gabe plots an assassination to avenge his sister's death. Gabe goes undercover as a prostitute in a brothel, planning to lure his sister's murderer, the Count. However, Gabe is about to learn some unexpected, fascinating, and sexy things about the Count, his sister's death, and himself.
ONE SMALL STEP FOR 4 HOT MEN by Dara Tulen.
Earth was dying, its only chance of salvation in the hands of the crew of the World's Hope, a four-man team led by twenty-seven year-old Macy Rucker. He and the rest of the crew strapping young crew had one mission: find a new home before it was too late.
BETWEEN PASSION AND HONOR by Melody Lewis.
In the late 19th century, Hitoshi Ichihara is one of the few remaining samurai, prepared to die by the edge of the sword, if required. What he wasn't prepared for, though, was a confession of love from his friend and lord, Akihiro Tamazaki. Now, Hitoshi must choose between dying a samurai's honorable death and living with Aki, unless he can find a way to retain both his honor and the man he loves the most...
MOUNTAIN MAN LOVIN' by Bernadette Russo.
Sean travels to the mountain city of Baguio in the Philippines on the look-out for local handicrafts. There he meets Jason, whom he thinks is too good for him, but the latter has other ideas. The two hit it off, but could Sean be reading too much into Jason’s friendliness?
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THE PRINCE'S BODYGUARD
by Bernadette Russo
Prince Leith was stunningly handsome, even beautiful: his straight hair was as black as coal; his eyes were as blue as the afternoon sky; his flawless, hairless skin was as white as snow; and his lips were as red as blood.
As he lay naked upon the emerald, dew-laden moss, his stiff cock was as pink as the flesh of an unripe watermelon; and just as juicy as it disappeared into Drake’s hungry, wet mouth.
“I love you,” whispered Leith to his boyfriend when his mouth wasn’t formed in a near-perfect ‘O’ shape in order to accomodte his gasping breaths.
“Mmmm…” replied Drake as he wriggled his head to get Leith’s tip past his throat.
Leith hissed and arched his back as he felt himself move past the constriction at the back of Drake’s throat, reveling in the tighter fit beyond that. Much as he tried to hold back, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. His ass was still sore from the serious fucking Drake had just given him, so he was more than ready to explode.
Drake knew this as he smiled up at his beloved. Getting to his knees, he kept Leith in his mouth by grabbing the younger man’s hips and lifting him up.
Leith responded by wrapping his legs around Drake’s head. He jerked when the other man jabbed a finger in his ass. It was too much.
With a cry, Leith came, spurting deep inside Drake’s throat.
Drake didn’t like that. With Leith’s cock practically down within his chest, he couldn’t taste the creamy, bitter-salty nectar he loved to drink.
He backed off a little, letting Leith’s tip pop back into his mouth so he could at least taste some of the prince’s ejaculate. Drake lolled his tongue around his lover’s shaft, sucking harder to get out as much of the royal juice as he could.
When the prince’s legs began to relax around his head and started sagging back onto the moss below, Drake knew he had gotten out as much as he could.
Still, he was a thorough man.
Popping the cock out of his mouth, he grabbed it in his fist and began jacking it off as he stuck his tongue between his tender lips, licking up the last few pearls of seed that still oozed out.
When no more came, he untangled his lover’s legs from around his neck and lay atop him, kissing him tenderly and gently, delighting in the feel of his lord breathing hard beneath him.
“I love you more,” Drake said when they finally broke the kiss.
* * *
Atop the east tower of the Blue Citadel, the king, Rajovic I, peered into his telescope. He gasped as the first of his ejaculate spurted onto the tripod that held the telescope in place. In his mind, it was his own cock that was pumping into the prince’s snow-white ass, not that tanned, overly muscled bond mate of his.
He had to lean on the column beside him for support, breaking his gaze from the scene which played itself out in the small clearing below the citadel.
When his breathing had returned to normal, Rajovic I wiped the stains from his fist and dick with a damp cloth. Pulling up his breeches, he then bent down on his hands and knees, using the same cloth to wipe up his cum from the legs of the tripod, as well as from the floor.
Kings did not normally do such things; they were not normally in the habit of cleaning up after themselves. But Rajovic I was alone, for none but his valet were allowed into the tower.
The penalty for violating this rule was death.
To be continued....
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