Edgar Aeternum, Book 1: Tales of Aeternal Love

by Jay Belle Isle

  "Hmmm…" Sterling sighed, once again ravishing Edgar's hungry mouth with his own. "You want it here or would you rather get a room?" he asked.

  "A room, please," Edgar answered, his voice tinged with arousal. "I don't want an audience for this."

  Sterling grinned. "Agreed," he said. "Stay here and I'll get us one." He grabbed Edgar's bulge, leaned in and whispered, "I hope you're ready, boy. This," he gave a squeeze, "is all mine tonight."

  "Yes, sir," Edgar panted, squirming slightly. He closed his eyes, lost in anticipation; Edgar felt Sterling release his firm grip on hiss cock and opened them again in time to see the man's firm bubble butt as he walked to the desk. As he watched, he became aware of the other men in the anteroom; two couples, each in their own world, kissing and groping oblivious to the others. It was rare, but not unheard of, to fuck in the anteroom; typically, members got private rooms or went to the C-Zone's common area, a large room filled with various platforms, beds and other bits of furniture on which to have sex. Edgar didn't mind using the common room, but for Sterling, he wanted privacy. There was something about the man that brought out Edgar's primal side and he wanted no interruptions.

  The object of his desire soon returned. "C'mere," Sterling growled. Edgar complied, stopping in front of Sterling, who pulled him in for a rough kiss. "I have our room. I need a piss and when I get back, I expect to see you naked and on your knees, boy."

  "Yes, sir," Edgar replied, his submissive side rising. "Whatever you want, sir."

  "I just told you what I want, boy," Sterling said. "I've got a nut waiting for that sweet mouth of yours. You ready to take it?" He grabbed a handful of Edgar's hair.

  "Yes, sir, all of it, sir," Edgar answered. "Please give it to me."

  "We're room number seven," Sterling said. "Now go get ready for me!" He pushed Edgar away roughly and left for the restroom.

  Edgar hurried off to find room seven, each step sending pleasure rushing through him as his hard cock rubbed against his slacks. He found the room, palmed the door open and stepped inside. It was a plain space, comfortably warm, the right temperature for being naked; the only furniture was a bed and an overstuffed chair. He quickly undressed, tossing his clothes in a pile in the corner. Once naked, he dropped to his knees, palms on his thighs and head down just the way Sterling liked it. He knew from experience not to touch himself; not only would he come with little effort, but Sterling insisted on controlling his orgasms when they were together.

  Edgar didn't have to wait long for Sterling; a moment later, he walked through the door, stopping in front of Edgar. He said nothing, merely unzipped his pants, pulled out his drooling hard-on and smacked Edgar in the face with it. Grabbing him by the hair, Sterling tilted Edgar's face up and ordered, "Suck it!"

  He quickly complied, opening wide and taking Sterling's slick mushroom head between his lips. He moaned at the sweet taste of the man, driving himself down Sterling's massive cock until it filled his throat and his nose was buried in Sterling's pubes. The musky scent elicited another moan causing Sterling to gasp at the vibrations in Edgar's throat. "Yeeeaaah," Sterling sighed. "Just like that, boy."

  Edgar held himself in place, milking Sterling's rod with his throat. Finally, he pulled back for air, flicking his tongue over the tip of Sterling's cock. "Mmmmm!" the man grunted. Without warning, he grabbed Edgar's head with both hands and shoved his cock in to the root. Edgar took it, enjoying every moment, every inch of the man's assault on his mouth and throat. Sterling found his rhythm, pumping in and out of Edgar's mouth.

  "Play with my balls," Sterling ordered, still fucking Edgar's face, his thrusts picking up speed.

  Edgar happily did so, rolling the man's low-hangers in his hand then grasping his sack and gently tugging. Sterling's body responded, his cock swelling a bit larger in Edgar's mouth, breath coming a little faster. "Yeah, boy, suck my fuckin' cock! Take it! Yank my balls; c'mon, do it!"

  Recognizing the signs of Sterling's impending orgasm, Edgar pulled harder on the man's ballsack, tightening his grip and his lips. "Unnhh! Fuck yeah! Keep... ohh... keep going! Unh, oh yeah!" Sterling was bucking his hips frantically, pounding his cock hard into Edgar's throat. "Get ready, boy, it's coming!" Sterling panted. "Right. Fucking. Now!" he shouted, pulling out. The first volley of cum hit Edgar's tongue and he dove back onto Sterling's cock, sucking just the head as the man continued to pump his seed into Edgar's greedy mouth.

  Edgar swallowed hungrily, enjoying the taste of Sterling's seed and catching the overflow with his fingers. Sterling pulled his pulsating cock out of Edgar's mouth and Edgar licked any cum he'd missed from the head and shaft. "Yeah, get it all like a good boy," Sterling said in a voice raspy with passion. "Lick those fingers, too. I wanna taste it on your lips when I kiss you!"

  Edgar did as he was told, allowing Sterling to help him up before surrendering to the man's deep kiss. True to his word, Sterling dove into Edgar's mouth like a starving man into a buffet. Edgar remembered to hold back a little of the man's cum for him to taste; the flavor always drove him to further arousal. Satisfied, Sterling broke the kiss and licked what little jizz remained from Edgar's lips. "Good boy," he said softly, taking off his own clothes. "Ready for round two?"

  "Yes sir, please sir," Edgar answered. He never knew what Sterling had in mind, only that it was likely not going to be Edgar's orgasm; at least not until Sterling got his second.

  "Right answer!" Sterling stretched out on the bed. "Get over here and sit on my face. I wanna eat that tight ass, boy!" he barked.

  Edgar felt a spasm deep inside at these words; if Sterling was rimming, then a good, hard fuck would likely follow and he wanted it badly. Obeying, he slowly eased himself onto Sterling's tongue, facing away from the man's still erect cock as he'd been taught. Sterling loved eating ass and it was never a "quickie" with him; this position allowed the man to go as long as he wanted without stopping for breath.

  Sterling's strong hands parted Edgar's cheeks, his tongue flicking out to taste the pink bud. He gave it a few quick licks and stopped to remind Edgar, "Don't you dare touch your cock, boy. That's my cock tonight and I say when you get to play with it."

  "Yes sir! I won't touch it, sir! Now please, eat my ass, sir," the last came out a whimper.

  "Eager! I like that, boy! Gimme that hole!" Sterling pulled Edgar's ass closer into a true sitting position on his exploring tongue. He slowly ran the tip over Edgar's slick hole before locking onto the area around the tight bud with his lips and thoroughly bathing it. Edgar heard him breathe in deeply, the better to savor Edgar's sweet musk.

  "Uhhnnnngg! Oh fuck!" Edgar cried out, squirming against Sterling's face. "Oh God! Don't fuckin' stop, sir!" Sterling's only response was to hold Edgar closer and plunge his tongue into Edgar's twitching asshole. Edgar ground down harder as Sterling spread his cheeks even farther apart. Edgar lapsed into a string of near-unintelligible epithets punctuated by moans and the sound of Sterling lapping at his hole.

  Edgar was soaking the bed near Sterling's head, copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from his cock as it bounced off Sterling's forehead. He knew better than to touch it, though; Sterling wasn't the I'll spank you and you'll enjoy it type when it came to disobedience. If you earned punishment, it was exactly that and no fun. For Edgar, it made the role-play even hotter, if not sometimes difficult.

  The oral assault on his ass continued, driving him mad with lust. Sterling switched between hungry licks and tongue-fucking his hole, all the while keeping Edgar pulled close. After a good combination of lick-fuck, Edgar felt his orgasm rising; between the Jamaican Blade and Sterling's tongue, he had no hope of control. It took him two attempts to find his voice. "Sir! I'm coming! Not, ahhh, touching! Promise! Agh fuck! Unnngghhh!" was all he managed before shot after shot of hot cum streaked across the room.

  "Damn, that was hot!" Sterling said from Edgar's asscrack. "You seriously didn't touch yourself?"

  Edgar was still caught in the paroxysm of post-orgasmic pleasure, panting and
gasping. When he could speak again, he answered, "Not so much as a finger! Between your talented tongue and the Jamaican Blade I vaped earlier, it just... happened!"

  Sterling laughed and eased himself out from under Edgar, allowing him to sit down on the bed. "No wonder!" he said. "The Blade will do it to you. I'm glad I played a part, too," he winked.

  It was Edgar's turn to laugh. "I'd say you were the driving force behind it."

  Sterling gave Edgar a wolfish grin. "Not yet, boy, but I'm about to be." Edgar eyed his bedmate's rock hard bone and assumed the position - head down, ass up.

  CHAPTER 10

  Consciousness slowly returned to Edgar; he blinked, enjoying the feel of Sterling's weight sprawled across his body. Sterling was still sound asleep, his breathing deep and steady. Edgar closed his eyes and gently hugged his bedmate. He could always count on Sterling for a rough, hard fuck and a lot of gentle affection after; he found it a pleasant combination.

  Sterling responded by holding him tighter and snuggling his face into Edgar's neck. The half of Edgar's body not covered by Sterling was getting cold. He gave an involuntary shiver and Sterling grunted, waking up. He raised his head and grinned at Edgar before gently kissing his cheek.

  "Hi you," Edgar said softly. "How ya doin'?"

  "Nnmmpf," Sterling replied sleepily. "I'm great, Edgar. How are you?"

  "Fantastic," Edgar smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "A little chilly, but otherwise great."

  Sterling reached over to the shelf next to the bed and grabbed a blanket. He pulled the soft covering over them and said, "Better?"

  "Much," said Edgar, cuddling closer to Sterling. "I'm so glad you were here tonight."

  "Me too," Sterling said. "And I'm doubly glad you found me. I really had a great time."

  "So did I," Edgar answered. "How long were we out?"

  Sterling checked the wall display over Edgar's head. "About two hours, I'd say; it's five o'clock. Sleep felt good after that amazing sex."

  "Mmmhmm," Edgar agreed. "It's always amazing with you, Sterling."

  "You too, Edgar," Sterling said. The two were silent, enjoying the closeness. "I'm so warm and comfortable, I could almost go right back to sleep," Sterling broke the silence.

  "I know what you mean," Edgar said. "Matter of fact, I'm free for the night if you want to stay here." It was common for members to stay overnight at the club; it was open 24/7 and served an amazing breakfast for those who decided they didn't feel like going home after an evening's entertainment.

  "Ah, that sounds so good, man," Sterling said. "But I have an early client in the morning and if I stay, I'm not gonna be able to leave without another round."

  "I wouldn't be opposed to going again in the morning, but I wouldn't want you to miss a client," Edgar said. Sterling had a reputation of never missing an appointment and took great pride in that fact. "Wanna grab a quick shower?"

  "That sounds great! Let's go," Sterling said, tossing off the blanket. "I really appreciate you being so understanding."

  "Of course!" Edgar said. "Your reputation is gold and, no matter how much I love the sex, missing clients is bad for business."

  Sterling's smile lit the room. "Thanks!" he said, moving to get up. There was a slight Velcro-like sound as Sterling pulled away and Edgar burst out laughing. It was infectious and soon the two were like twelve year olds laughing at a fart joke. When they finally wound down, Sterling extended his hand to help Edgar up. Edgar took it and Sterling pulled him in for a bear hug.

  After a quick shower, the two men dressed and walked back to the entrance of the carnal entertainment zone. Sterling stopped at the desk to let the attendant know he was finished with his suite. Then he returned to Edgar, putting his hands on Edgar's waist and kissing him softly on the lips. Edgar returned the kiss and it slowly deepened, becoming hungry.

  Edgar broke the kiss, face flushed and put his hands on Sterling's chest. "If you kiss me like that one more time, I will not be held responsible for my actions and you will be late for your client. In fact, I'll do you right here in front of the attendant."

  Sterling chuckled and put his hands over Edgar's. "You keep talking like that and I'll let you. You are so fucking hot but, I really need to go."

  Edgar gave Sterling a half-smile, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Exactly when is your appointment?"

  "I have to be at the gym in an hour," Sterling said. "And I need to grab a quick bite to eat first."

  "Hmmmm... Seems to me like you could grab a to-go breakfast sandwich and eat on the magna," Edgar said, suggestively. "What about your gear?"

  "I keep extra gear at the gym and they do have good sandwiches... What, exactly, are you thinking, Edgar?" Sterling looked at Edgar with a combination of curiosity and desire.

  "Follow me," Edgar replied, grabbing Sterling's hand and practically dragging him back in the direction of the suite. As they passed the desk, Edgar called out the attendant, "Twenty more minutes, please."

  The attendant nodded and gave the men the thumbs up. Like all the staff at Hermes, he was used to seeing such interactions and more. He wouldn't have been surprised, nor would he have commented, if Edgar had done Sterling at the desk.

  A moment later, Edgar and Sterling were back in the suite and Edgar dropped the other man's hand, pushing him gently against the wall. Sterling's cock was already growing down the leg of his tight jeans as Edgar sank to his knees.

  Once again, the two men walked up to the desk. The attendant greeted them with a smile, thanked them for their patronage and wished them a good day. They thanked him and left the carnal zone, passing back through the gaming room to the lobby. Hermes staff was moving about the lobby, delivering orders of coffee, tea and orange juice as well as plates of fruit and piping-hot food. Edgar waved one of them over and asked for two egg and sausage sandwiches to go. "Very good, sir," the uniformed waiter said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

  The waiter returned as promised and the two men walked, sandwiches in hand, to the entrance of the club. Just before reaching the door, they stopped and shared one last hug and a gentle, satisfied kiss. "Have a great day, Sterling," Edgar said. "Good luck with your client!"

  "Thanks, Edgar, you have a great one, too," Sterling replied. "Anything exciting for the day?"

  "A little bit of writing, a run and who knows? You?"

  "Clients all day, 'til about six. Then I'm catching a hyper-lift to Brazil for a few days to visit my parents," Sterling said.

  "That's great! Enjoy your trip," Edgar said. "I always enjoyed Rio whenever I went."

  "It's a beautiful city," Sterling said. "It'll be good to see my folks, too. It's been a few months. I hope you enjoy your day!"

  "Thanks!" Edgar said. "I will."

  "Same here," said Sterling. "It's always great to see you, Edgar," he added. "Thanks for a great night!"

  "You, too," Edgar said. "I always have fun when we get together. Gimme a call when you get back from Rio; we'll grab a bite and you can fill me in," he paused, "on your trip, among other things."

  Sterling laughed. "You are too much! I love it! Consider it a plan." The pair turned back in the direction of the door and began walking. When they were three feet from the heavy oaken door, the hidden motion sensor alerted the doorman and the door swung open.

  "Good morning, sirs!" the chipper doorman greeted them. Shift change occurred at dawn and Charles was gone, replaced by Ben, a charming ginger with sparkling sapphire eyes.

  "Good morning, Ben!" both men said together.

  "I trust your evening was entertaining," Ben said, the standard line for members on their way out.

  "Indeed," replied Edgar. "If it'd been any better, I'd be a puddle on the floor," he grinned.

  "I couldn't agree more," added Sterling. "It was beyond incredible."

  "I'm very happy to hear that, sirs," Ben said. "Enjoy your day!"

  They thanked the doorman and walked out into the early morning light. The clear blue sky promised a day of perfect weather an
d Edgar found himself looking forward to his run. They arrived at the magna station just as Sterling's train arrived. "I'll call you when I get back from Rio, man," Sterling said as the magna doors opened.

  "Sounds good," Edgar said, "Safe travel!" Sterling boarded the magna and gave Edgar a wave as the doors whisked shut.

  Edgar walked to one of the benches and sat to eat his sandwich. His magna wouldn't arrive for another ten minutes, plenty of time to enjoy the quick breakfast. He'd be back at Altair Station by seven for the rest of breakfast, a quick nap and more work on the Ch'oran piece. The sandwich lasted all of three bites and Edgar leaned back, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He was relieved that the magna would arrive soon; this particular station's rush hour hit at seven-thirty. Sadly, when he arrived at Altair Station, he'd have to contend with the crowd as that rush hour began at seven and ran through eight.

  Mmmmmm...! What a night! Sterling never disappoints; the man was built for fucking and he's damn good at it, too. Not to mention that he's just an all-around great guy. I'd seriously consider making an exception to the whole relationship thing with him, if he was into it. But, he's a confirmed bachelor. Tomas told me that Sterling was pair-bonded once, but that it ended badly, very badly. He wouldn't go into too much detail, but apparently Sterling's mate had a really big issue with honesty. I know there was an infidelity, but Tomas said it went far beyond that.

  I thought, at one point, that Sterling was getting into me romantically, but after a few weeks of dating, he started backing away. He told me then he didn't want a serious involvement, y'know, that old 'it's not you, it's me' bit. The only difference being that with Sterling, I believed him. He really wouldn't say much about why, just the same stuff that Tomas told me later.

  We had such a good time together, I didn't wanna just blow him off. So we had the 'let's be friends' talk. Only we really meant it and we've stayed friends ever since. I'm happy, he's happy and life is good. It bums me out now and again that somewhere, deep inside, he's really hurting; but, you can only help those who want to be helped. The few times I offered a shoulder and a sympathetic ear, he turned me down. And on. One time, he just put his finger on my lips, followed soon after by his cock. Sue me, I'm easily distracted. After a while, I let it go. When, if, he ever wants to tell me, I'll listen.