by Hill, Jamie
"No." As his climax built, he felt sure it was going to be a good one. Maybe the other man knew what he was talking about.
"Trust me." His hand clamped down, cutting off the blood to Martin's cock. He winced in pain. Chase's body rocked hard and fast against his, with
deep thrusts that alternately filled him, then withdrew. Each time he tried to catch his breath another pounding ensued, and before long he was out-of-his-headcrazy with desire. "Oh my God!" he cried.
"I know it, me too," Chase grunted. "I'm ready to blow. I want you to come now!"
Martin's cock gushed into the warm hand caressing it, overflowing onto the towel. Quivers of ecstasy flowed through him as he spewed, struggling to remain on his hands and knees. The feeling of Chase's warm heat pulsing into his ass added so much pleasure, he understood why the other man wanted him to wait. Coming at the same time, their very first time, was absolutely exquisite. "Oh yeah, oh yeah." Chase murmured, over and over. "Kiss me," Martin urged, and they closed mouths around each other. It was a warm and satisfying way to end their coupling. He felt happier and more sated than ever in memory.
"That was fantastic." Easing his cock from Martin's ass, he dropped onto the bed.
"My thoughts, exactly." Wadding up the towel and tossing it, Martin flopped next to him.
"Did I hurt you?" Chase's eyes searched his with obvious concern.
"It felt great." His answer surprised even him. It had hurt at the time, but once that climax kicked in, all thoughts of pain disappeared. "I loved it."
With a grin, Chase rolled on top of him and nuzzled his neck. "Glad to hear it. Sometimes I come on a little strong. I like kinky stuff, but I'd never want to seriously hurt you."
"Then get your elbow out of my rib!" He squirmed, then laughed as Chase tickled him. "What kind of kinky stuff?"
"Handcuffs, a cock ring, maybe. Ever tried any of that?"
"Never." The idea both frightened and intrigued him. Handcuffs would require a great deal of trust. He was deep in lust, but wasn't sure about trust yet. "Maybe sometime."
"You bet." Chase grinned, placed a kiss on his lips, rising. "I'm starved. How about a shower and something to eat?" "Sounds good to me. You want to go first?" "Nah, let's go together." Pushing him into the bathroom, Chase turned the water on. When the temperature was just right, they stepped in.
"Why do I think you have more than a shower on your mind?" Reaching for the soap, Chase grinned.
Chapter Three
Martin had never experienced sex in the shower, other than whacking himself off. The water added an erotic sensation, which served to harden his cock in no time. Chase's mouth helped.
Lowering his face, the other man sucked one flat nipple, then the other. When both nubs were crimson and swollen, he dropped to his knees. Sucking Martin's semiflaccid prick into his mouth, he used one hand to massage the balls with vigor, as his bejeweled tongue stroked back and forth.
The shower spray hit Martin in the chest, sending tingling sparks through his system. He clutched the tiled wall with one hand, plucking his sensitive nipples with the other. "Cold," Chase mumbled, his mouth full. "Sorry." He reached over and turned the knob for
more heat. "Better." Sucking the cock deep into his throat, he
pressed his face into the coarse, curly pubic hair. "Talented mouth. That stud is awesome. I wouldn't have thought I could come again so soon, but everything feels incredible."
"Why the hell not? You're young, in good shape. I should be able to coax four or five orgasms out of you before we're finished."
Martin groaned at the prospect, leaning against the wall. One more would satisfy him. The mouth, lips and tongue working over his body were doing a fantastic job. He was close, and said so.
"Come whenever you want, big guy." Chase lapped at the pre-come. "This time, you call the shots. Force yourself down my throat. Make me take it all."
The man had a way with his mouth, but his words had a potent effect as well. Both sent Martin over the edge, spiraling into another climax that shattered his body and soul into a thousand pieces. He clung to the wall until he was sure he could stand, then dragged Chase up, under his arms, to face him. "Fuck, yeah," was all he could say.
Chase nipped at his neck. "That was a good one, eh? You're hot. Look what you do to me." He leaned back, wiggling his hip so his erect cock bobbed.
Martin looked between their bodies and groaned. He was spent, as was most of the hot water. Turning his face toward the shower spray, he let the water pelt him before grabbing the soap. "That might have to wait a minute. We need to rinse off while we still can. The water's getting fricking cold."
"I noticed." They cleaned up and climbed out into two thick towels. Chase rubbed the towel through his shaggy hair.
Martin watched appreciatively. Everything about the guy was sexy, from the top of his scruffy head, to the toes on his toned, inked body. He could spend hours touching and kissing every inch. "What's this?" He ran a hand over Chase's chest. There was a big tattoo over the man's heart, but he couldn't make it out through the thick chest hair. "That's an angel." Looking closer, he made the image out. "She's got blond hair, and big, feathery wings. What made you decide on that?"
A strange look crossed Chase's face. "I don't want to talk about it." His cock bounced, erect, bobbing as he moved to the other room. "We don't have to talk." Martin took him by the
shoulders, leading him to the recliner. "Sit." He took a seat, watching as Martin dropped to his
knees. "What are you up to?" "You know what I'm doing. I want to explore this
beast between your legs." "Ah." Chase sighed as Martin caressed him. "Explore
away." "I plan to." He covered the area with light fingertips, then moved his mouth closer. "You have a fantastic cock." Taking the head into his mouth, he sucked.
Chase watched him, his eyes filled with lust. Moving his hand, he caressed one of Martin's cheeks then inserted a finger between the lips, next to his prick. "You have a gorgeous mouth. It looks especially good with my cock in it."
"Feels good," he murmured, licking the finger and turgid staff. "Tastes good. Can’t wait to taste more."
"Keep that up." Chase removed his hand and jutted his hips forward, thrusting into mouth that devoured him.
Martin couldn't believe it when his cock tingled again. This was the kind of relationship he read about—dreamed about. Marathon sex with mind-blowing orgasms, each better than the last. He was glad he didn't have plans for the rest of the weekend. He knew exactly how he wanted to spend it.
With renewed enthusiasm he sucked the thick cock, pumping his head with vigor until the muscle spasmed. Wave after wave of warm heat coated his throat, filling his mouth until he was forced to gasp for air. He slurped the overflow, licking the rod clean, exhilarated by the new man in his life.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Chase groaned. "I'm not sure I can move."
"You have to. You've created a vicious cycle." He stood, thrusting his bobbing cock forward.
He stared, a slow grin spreading across his face. "We need food. Then I have an idea where you can stick that monster." Martin smiled.
* * * * They ate roast beef sandwiches in the nude, talking some, but mostly eyeing each other with another type of hunger. Barely finished, Martin didn't take time to clean the dishes. He pressed Chase onto the bed, face up, and spread his legs. "I want to fuck you this way, so I can play with your cock at the same time."
"Go for it." He grabbed his knees, exposing the puckering rosebud of Martin's desire.
"Oh, yeah." Rolling on a condom, he greased his cock with long, slow pulls. Using one of his slick fingers, he rubbed it in circles around the area. "This looks good."
He couldn't resist leaning down to nuzzle. His tongue drew long, smooth strokes around his anus, over his large balls, and up the firm, leaking cock. "What the hell is that?" For the first time he noticed a tattoo under the dark pubic hair, directly above Chase's prick. "More Chinese?" A low, throaty chuckle came i
n reply. "You got a tattoo there?" "Some guys get them on their cocks. I wanted to, but
the tattoo artist wouldn't do it." "That's outrageous! What does it mean?" "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke." "Oh, my God!" He burst into laughter. "You're
certifiably crazy." "Maybe you can use a little crazy in your life. What do
you think?" Chase grinned, his eyes twinkling. "I think you may be right." Kneeling up, he clasped a taut thigh with one hand, circling the anus with the other. One slick finger dipped inside. He pressed it deep, loving the sensation as the sphincter opened and closed around him tight. "That feels nice." "More." "I've got plenty more, just wait and see." Another finger joined the first, opening the hole in preparation for what was to come. He eased both digits out, knelt up and positioned his cock at the fluttering hole. "Here you go. See how you like this."
Entering carefully at first, Martin quickened his pace as the outer ring opened for him. Fighting the urge to fuck with abandon, he controlled his movements until he was deep seated, and certain the other man was ready. He placed one hand on each thigh, squeezing and caressing as he slowly pumped in and out. "I love this position." It allowed much better access to his lover's body, and he could see everything. The look of pure desire in the dark eyes watching him was a huge turn on. The throbbing, leaking cock was at his mercy, the heavy balls pressing against his cock as he drew in and out. It was the most erotic moment imaginable, and he smiled. "What?" Chase muttered, breathing hard. "Every time we have sex it gets better and better. I keep thinking this is the best I've ever had, and somehow you manage to top it."
"I feel that way, too. We're good together." He reached a hand out to massage the chest above him.
"Damn good." Martin grabbed the hand, nibbling on each finger before letting it go again. "I'm so turned on right now, it's unbelievable."
"Show me." Chase bucked his hips. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He bit his lip, clutching both quivering thighs. "I don't want to hurt you." "You won't," he urged, eyes glazed. "Do it." Martin thrust hard, sinking deeper than he ever
dreamed possible. "Yeah, that's it! More! Come on!" He pulled back and drove in again, with more energy
than he thought he possessed. Chase writhed, his face contorted in ecstasy as his cock erupted. Jets of creamy, white spunk spewed in the air, landing on his face and chest.
Martin groaned, scooping the cream into his hand, then his mouth. He was on the verge of an earth-shattering orgasm himself, holding out as long as possible to prolong the pleasure. When the pools of sticky come were consumed, he erupted, shooting his wad deep into the tight, hot channel. Closing his eyes, he saw flashes of color, then nothing, but a wide span of blackness.
Martin opened his eyes and glanced at the other man with wonder. "Oh, my God."
"Right back atcha, babe." Chase reached up and pinched one of his tiny, erect nipples. "That was fucking hot."
He dropped gently onto the sticky chest below him, wanting to hold his lover in his arms before separating. "Come here." He cradled the man, hugging and caressing wherever he could reach. "I just want to hold you for a minute."
"I'm absolutely spent." Chase returned the hug before pulling back. "Need some air, man."
"Kiss me, first, and then I'll let you go." Pressing their mouths together, Martin invaded with his tongue for a moment, before letting go. "That was great. I love—" he stopped, afraid he'd come across as too forward. "What we did…I loved that."
He held the edge of the rubber, and eased his cock from the warm opening. Flopping to his side on the bed, he could only smile at the other man.
Chase appeared almost embarrassed. He rolled off the bed and padded into the bathroom. "I like looking at you," Martin called after him. A few minutes later he reappeared, reaching for his
boxers and jeans. "Where you going? Come back to bed." "Marty, we need to talk, man." He dragged his tank
top over his head. "What?" A jolt knifed through his heart. He'd been so relaxed, totally at ease and wrapped up in the other man. With those four words, we need to talk, the atmosphere in the room changed. "What is it?"
Chase sat on the edge of the recliner. "Nothing, really. It just feels like you're getting a little carried away. This was fun and all, but I'm not looking for anything serious. You know that, right?"
His heart sank. "The connection we have—I know you felt it. How can you say that, after what we just experienced?"
A nervous grin crossed Chase's face. "It was hot sex, no doubt about that. Let's keep things casual, not get too carried away."
"Casual?" Martin was incredulous. I've just experienced the most amazing sex of my life, and he doesn't want me to get carried away? "When we were fucking, you said—"
"Look, I say a lot of things in the heat of the moment. I've even been known to tell a guy 'I love you', if I think it'll help get my rocks off."
He couldn't believe his ears. In the back of his mind, Martin was picking china patterns, while Chase was looking for new and better ways to get laid. "What are you telling me?" He hated the petulant sound of his voice, wished he was strong enough to play hard to get. Maybe if he was the first one to push away, it'd make him more appealing.
Who am I kidding? He could never do that. He was already infatuated with this guy, and would do pretty much anything to keep from losing him. Am I strong enough not to admit it? "Look, I'm not going anywhere. The sex was great. I'm not a complete idiot who'd give that up. I just want to make sure we're on the same page. I'll stick around as long as we're both having fun. When it's not fun anymore, we'll go our separate ways. Capice?"
"Understood," Martin replied, and smiled. A spark of hope flickered in his heart. He'd have to make sure their relationship was so wonderful, the handsome man would never want to leave. I can do that. * * * * The mood had shifted, and he hated for Chase to leave under those circumstances. "Let's go into Redmond and have dinner. I know a great rib place. I went there once when my mom and sister were out here."
"I'm not really dressed for it." Chase held up his arms. He only had one set of clothes, jeans and tank top from the night before.
"If you had sleeves, you'd be fine. You could throw one of my shirts over that." Searching his closet, he pulled out a long sleeved, blue striped button-down shirt. "This would look perfect." He slid the shirt onto Chase's arms and adjusted it, leaving it open and rolling the sleeves up part way.
"Not bad." Chase stepped in front of the bathroom mirror.
"Maybe do this." Stepping behind and facing the mirror, he grabbed his brush and smoothed the unruly head of hair.
"No fricking way!" Chase used his hands to ruffle his hair, giving it the messy look again. He turned to face Martin, ruffling his hair, too. "That's better."
Martin grinned as they both looked into the mirror. His hair didn't look natural, but he wasn't going to work. He could try the messy look for one night. He made eye contact with the other man through the mirror. "We're the same height." "Same size, too." Chase touched the shirt. "I might
have to see what else you have for me to wear." Anything, he started to say, but bit his lip. He refused to sound so needy. "Sure, maybe." That sounded just plain stupid. He'd really have to work on it.
Chase chuckled. "Don’t worry, man. I'm sure most of what's in your closet is not my style." "You do have a look all your own." "You know the saying, 'be unique, just like everybody
else'." Martin grinned. "No worries there. I think you've managed to maintain your individuality. So what do you say to a plate of ribs?" "Hello ribs?" With a groan, Martin reached for his shoes.
* * * * They ate, then walked down the sidewalk and talked after dinner. "You mentioned your mom and sister," Chase commented. "They live in St. Louis?"
"Yep. My dad died when I was sixteen, so it's just been the three of us for awhile now." "How old is your sister?" "Stacy's seventeen. She's five years younger than me, a
senior in high school." "Those were the days." Chase kicked at a r
ock in their
path. "I hated high school. College was so much better. Did
you go to college?" "Nope." He made a sweeping move to kick another
pebble into the street. "What about you, any family?" "None to speak of." "No mom? I thought I heard you mention your mom." Chase looked at him and grinned. "You must have been drinking, because I never voluntarily mention my mother." "So there is a mother." "If you can call her that. I'd really rather not talk about
it." It was the second time Chase had told him that, and he looked over the tattooed physique with interest. Evidently he had a painful past—maybe something that caused him to crave uniqueness so much.
"What are you staring at?" Chase gave him a playful shove. "My good-looking face?"
"Your good-looking everything. Wishing you didn't have to leave tonight."
"Who says I do? My days off are Sunday and Monday. I can hang for one more night, if you want me to." "If?" Martin grinned.
* * * * He enjoyed his computer programming job, and usually the days flew. Knowing Chase waited at the apartment for him caused Monday to drag unmercifully slow. He couldn't get away fast enough when the workday ended. Stopping at the community mailbox just before his building, Martin glanced through his mail before getting back into his car.
"Sorry about running your guests off from the pool." Pedro, one of the maintenance men for the complex, approached him. "I didn't care, but you know Mizz Patterson in the management office. 'Three guests per tenant', and all that." "What guests?" He blinked. "I've been at work." "Don't tell Mizz Patterson that. They said they were
with you." He shook his head. "Yeah, right." He wasn't sure what Pedro was talking about, and didn't really care. There was one thing on his mind, and one thing only. He got into his car and drove the short distance to his parking lot.
Finding the lot completely full was unusual. He had a reserved spot, but today all of them were taken. Muttering to himself, he parked in a visitor's space in the next lot, and cut through the grass to get home.
Loud music wafted from the building. It seemed early for a party, but someone evidently didn’t agree. He rounded the building and saw the door to his apartment open. "What the fuck?" Making his way through a dozen people milling outside and in his unit, he scanned the crowd for Chase.