Sex and Candy

by Nico Jaye

  Sir’s lips were parted, his gaze greedy as he watched Lee pleasure his cock. His palm left Lee’s scalp to trail down his cheek, and he rested his hand on the bulge his cock created from the inside of Lee’s mouth. His stubble-covered Adam’s apple dipped on a hard swallow.

  “Good boy,” he whispered.

  Lee felt a flush of pleasure race through him and zero in on his stiff cock. The noises Sir was making filled him with pride and filled his cock to bursting.

  God, he couldn’t wait to have this thick shaft pushed into him.

  Keeping a tight seal around the head, Lee reached up with his free hand. His fingers brushed against lightly furred balls hanging low beneath the stiff cock in his mouth. With a gentle touch at odds with the firm grip he had on the base of Sir’s cock, Lee teased the heavy balls, feeling their weight against his fingertips.

  “That’s it, boy,” the rough voice whispered hoarsely. “Don’t be afraid of ‘em. They aren’t gonna break.”

  Lee glanced up and saw a look of amusement flash across Sir’s tanned face. Holding his gaze, Lee cupped the balls in the palm of his hand, gripping them firmly and massaging them with sure fingers. Lee lifted his head, an obscene pop echoing in the small chamber as his mouth came off the spit-slicked crown.

  “Like that, Sir?” Lee asked in a coy voice, his eyes deliberately wide and innocent.

  He received a smirk in response, and Lee’s breath hitched when Sir slid his hand across his cheek, hooking his thumb into the corner of Lee’s mouth. Lee’s eyes dropped to half-mast, his body humming with the excitement of being here, being on his knees, being at the mercy of Sir, who stood so large and full of authority.

  “Just like that, baby. Just like that,” Sir murmured softly. He pulled his thumb out of Lee’s mouth to brush it wetly across Lee’s lower lip. With a wicked smile, Sir moved his hand to cradle the back of Lee’s head, and he pulled him gently forward again. “Now give it one more kiss before I bend you over.”

  Lee gasped softly at the heated words, and the tip of Sir’s cock, shiny with spit and precum, slipped right between his parted lips. Lee’s lids fluttered shut as he took in this last taste of Sir’s cock before…

  Before that cock was inside of him.

  At the very thought, Lee felt himself stiffen to painful hardness. Lee’s cock was pressed tight against the restrictive denim of his fly, crying out for attention—for release.

  “That’s a good boy,” Sir said, guiding Lee to his feet. He positioned Lee so that he faced the slatted door and lifted Lee’s hands above his head. When the metal coat hook brushed his knuckles, Lee grasped it with both hands instinctively. “Now keep your hands here and let me take good care of you.”

  Lee’s body shook with anticipation when he felt steady hands slip the buttons from his fly and pull his tight jeans down his hips. There was a pause, and he knew Sir must have seen it.

  He hoped Sir liked it.

  A finger trailed along the waistband of his underwear.

  “An electric blue jock, boy?” That curious finger inched its way over the waistband to tease down the center of Lee’s smooth ass. “Only slutty boys wear jocks to clubs like this.”

  Lee bit back a moan when Sir’s finger delved into his crack and brushed across his hole. “I—I want to be your slutty boy tonight, Sir,” Lee managed to gasp before Sir’s finger made its way back up and over his entrance, announcing its presence as it pressed gently around the puckered skin.

  “Only mine?” Sir asked gruffly.

  “Y—yes, Sir,” Lee hastened to reply. “Your slutty boy. Only yours.”

  “Good boy.”

  The voice came from close to his ear, and Lee turned his head to the side to catch that deep brown gaze on him. Lee leaned closer, and with an indulgent look, Sir met his lips for a quick, searing kiss.

  Just as quickly, Lee jumped back when Sir swatted his ass lightly with an open palm. His eyes wide, Lee watched as Sir returned the surprised glance with a look full of wicked promise.

  “Now let’s put that slutty ass to work.”

  Sir turned away, but Lee wasn’t able to follow his movements. With his hands clasped tightly around the coat hook, Lee could only rest his forehead on his arms as he heard rustling behind him.

  The side table rocking a bit as something was plucked from its surface.

  Foil crinkling.

  The sound of his own heartbeat in his ears as he waited…

  Until suddenly he felt that finger brushing against his hole again, this time slick and moist.

  Lee let out a moan, knowing that the time had almost arrived for him to get well and truly fucked. “Oh God…”

  A huffed out laugh. “You can call me Sir.”

  Lee grinned to himself, loving everything about this moment, and said, “Yes, Sir. Oh Sir…” Lee gasped again when Sir’s fingertip breached his entrance. That finger slipped in slowly, steadily, sinking into Lee’s heat. “I want it, Sir. I want it really bad.”

  “It, boy? Or my cock?”

  “Your cock, Sir. I want your cock.”

  “How much do you want my cock?” Sir pressed in and out of Lee’s hole, adding another finger to the first. Lee felt the stretch and reveled in it. Sir was twisting his wrist with each inward stroke, and the sensations that blossomed throughout Lee made him shiver.

  With each stroke, he could feel his body readying itself for Sir’s cock.

  That steady motion stopped, and Sir delivered another stinging swat to Lee’s bottom. “Did you hear me, boy? I want an answer. How much do you want my cock?”

  Lee’s eyes went wide and his head jerked back. He hurried to respond. “Really bad, Sir. I want your cock really bad. I need it inside of me.”

  “Good answer,” was the rough response.

  Lee rested his forehead on his arms again and grunted as the smooth stroking in and out of his hole resumed at a faster pace. His cock, tucked inside of his jock, was rock hard and wet at the head, which he could feel brushing against the cotton. He wished he could get his palm on it, but his hands were, by Sir’s orders, otherwise occupied and holding onto the coat hook.

  “Sir…” Lee pleaded. “My cock…”

  “What’s that, boy?” The voice came from below, Sir’s breath brushing against Lee’s ass cheek as his thick fingers continued to pump into him.

  “My cock…I—I can’t touch it…”

  “Well that’s too bad, boy. Because my hand’ll only wrap around your dick when your ass is wrapped around my cock.”

  Sir slid his fingers out of Lee’s hole, and Lee felt his strong hands pry his cheeks apart. Sir blew softly on Lee’s entrance, and Lee’s cock twitched at the sensation. “Do you think you’re ready for that?”

  “Y-yes, please. Now, Sir. I’m ready now.”

  Sir hummed under his breath, and Lee couldn’t tell if that were agreement or dissent. He desperately hoped it was the former because he wouldn’t be able to take much more of this teasing. As it was, he was so turned on he’d probably come after two strokes once his cock was freed.

  Lee heard the telltale crinkle of a condom wrapper and breathed a sigh when moments later he felt something thicker than Sir’s fingertips line up against his entrance. The heat of Sir’s body, his torso still covered in his black tank, was nevertheless still palpable through Lee’s own T-shirt. That broad chest pressed into Lee’s back, and he felt cocooned in Sir’s warmth.

  “Here, baby. Lemme take care of you.”

  That thick cockhead pressed inexorably against Lee’s hole, and his mouth opened in a silent cry when it pushed beyond the tight ring of muscle. Lee’s silent cry turned into a loud gasp of pleasure when Sir’s fingers slid underneath Lee’s waistband to unfurl his erection, easing the head up past the elastic. Sir’s hand, slick with lube, took a firm grip on Lee’s cock and began to stroke.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lee panted. “Oh Sir, it’s so fucking good…fuck!” As Sir’s body slammed against his, Lee’s response was a harsh staccat
o of words. His grip tightened, the metal coat hook digging into his palms. As the sound of flesh on flesh filled the small space, the quick pounding was rough and relentless.

  Lee loved every minute of it.

  “Yes, oh please, Sir…Fuck me hard, make me your slutty boy!”

  “That’s right, baby. You take it. You take what Daddy has to give to you.” Sir’s response was low and harsh. He grunted it out between the push-and-retreat rhythm he’d established as he stroked in and out of Lee’s ass.

  Lee couldn’t stop babbling and pleading as he came closer and closer to climax.

  “I want it, please, Sir, I want it. Make me come, make me come, please, Sir, don’t stop…”

  “Be a good boy, and I won’t stop.” Sir took his palm off Lee’s stiff erection to anchor his hands on Lee’s hips, his fingertips digging into the pale skin. Lee bit back his protest at the lack of friction on his aching cock, trusting and knowing deep down that Sir would take care of him. He was pounding into Lee and nearly breathless with exertion, but that didn’t stop Sir’s praise. “That’s a good little slut, making me come. This hot ass of yours is gonna make me come so hard, baby.”

  Sir shifted behind Lee, angling his hips to the side and going for longer strokes that penetrated deeper than the punishingly quick rhythm he’d set earlier. He reached around with one hand once again to take hold of Lee’s heavy cock. Lee’s eyes squeezed shut, the sensations coming in rapid-fire now that he was so close to coming.

  Lee felt Sir’s cock press right against his prostate, and he knew it was over for him.

  “Yes, yes, oh fuck!” Lee cried out as electricity raced through him. He felt the erotic pressure that had been building inside of him seek intense and immediate relief. Lee arched his back, his muscles drawing tight and then releasing. As he thrust his hips, pushing his cock into Sir’s hand, Lee began to orgasm, his cum spilling over Sir’s fingers as his stiff flesh slid in and out of that warm fist.

  “Good boy, good boy,” Sir whispered soothingly into the back of Lee’s neck, his stubble prickling the sensitive skin there.

  Through the haze of his own orgasm, Lee felt Sir’s body stiffen behind him. Sir groaned long and low, his hips stilling as he pressed his cock deep into Lee. With a sharp intake of breath, Sir climaxed, his cock jerking inside of Lee’s ass as he spilled into the rubber. They were both breathing harshly, and Lee started slightly when Sir’s tattooed arm came up to circle his waist in a tight squeeze. Lee leaned into his strong body and relished the warmth of their closeness.

  “Good boy,” Sir murmured one last time against Lee’s nape before dropping a soft kiss to the skin there.

  With his heart pounding from his intense climax, Lee was still catching his breath when Sir moved away from him, his cock slipping from Lee’s ass at the same time Lee’s cock slipped from Sir’s grasp. Lee felt the loss of both keenly. There was the sound of more movement behind him and the water running, and Lee assumed Sir was disposing of trash and fixing his clothes.

  Lee swallowed past a lump in his throat and spoke over his shoulder. “Ah. That was—I mean—I…” Lee cleared his throat. “Thank you, Sir,” Lee finally said softly.

  Sir’s large hand came up and gently pried Lee’s fingers from the coat hook. He turned Lee around to face him and pressed a kiss to their joined hands. “You’re very welcome,” he said in his deep voice. “The pleasure was all mine.”

  Those dark brown eyes glittered, and Sir reached down to gently tuck Lee’s now-soft cockhead back under his waistband. His tanned fingers lingered, their dark color a stark contrast to Lee’s fair skin.

  “Bright blue. My favorite color,” Sir said with a wink before he turned away.

  Lee couldn’t help his smile as he watched Sir slide the lock on the door and slip out of the small bathroom.

  “I know.”

  Lee grinned at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was wild and wanton, the skin of his jawline was stubble-reddened, and his lips were puffy and dark pink.

  The pleasure had, in fact, been both of theirs.

  ~~~

  Lee turned to lock the front door of their apartment and felt a wet nose nudge his hand. He glanced down the hallway and saw the bedroom door ajar with a thin sliver of light visible from inside. Crouching down, Lee stroked his hand through Sadie’s soft hair.

  “Hi girl, miss me?” he asked softly.

  Sadie pushed her nose into his palm, took a deep whiff, and barked once. Lee bit his lip as he looked into the trusting eyes of his and Tony’s three-year-old Golden Retriever.

  He’d been in such a sated daze that he hadn’t washed his hands after the night’s—Lee’s breath hitched at the memory—activities.

  “It’s okay, girl,” Lee said, brushing his fingers over her forehead and soft, floppy ears. “Go back to bed.”

  Sadie tilted her head at him for a moment. She gave him a last, short bark before turning to go back into the living room. Lee watched, making sure she was settled into her large bed by the hearth, before he continued down the hallway.

  He pushed open the door with a soft touch and entered the bedroom, his steps soundless on the thick blue area rug. In the dim light of the small reading lamp on the nightstand, a large figure was lying on the left hand side of the king sized bed, his black hair on the pillowcase contrasting with the crisp white sheets. Tony stirred under the covers and turned his head towards the door.

  His dark eyes met Lee’s across the room.

  “Did you have a nice night?” Tony asked, his voice gravelly.

  Lee’s lips parted, and his voice was low when he responded. “Yes.”

  Tony’s mouth quirked up, his expression otherwise unreadable and hidden in the shadows. “Good. Now come to bed,” he said as he turned back to settle into the mattress, his bulk hidden once more under the thick down comforter.

  Lee directed a hungry glance at the bed before turning towards the closet. He toed off his shoes and stripped off his clothes, leaving the blue jock on the top of the laundry pile. With fond memories of that blue jock and plans for when he might be able to wear it again, he grabbed a pair of his usual grey bikini briefs and headed for the bathroom, catching a glimpse of the alarm clock’s 2:10 a.m. readout along the way.

  In the attached master bathroom, Lee squinted into the mirror, his eyes not accustomed to the bright vanity lighting. Even with the late hour, he could tell he looked giddy with excitement …pleasure …complete and utter satisfaction. With thoughts of the man waiting for him in their bed, he brushed his teeth quickly and jumped into the shower.

  As Lee ran the sudsy loofah over his body, he took extra care with his still-sensitive dick and even more sensitive ass. With a gentle touch, he spread the soap over his firm cheeks, even that slight pressure picking up the tenderness at his hips where thick, strong fingers had dug into them just an hour ago.

  Lee bit his lip at the memory and thought of the blue jock.

  Maybe…maybe it’ll happen again. Soon.

  Shaking his head to clear it, he finished up his shower and toweled off. As he slipped into his cotton briefs, Lee thought about Tony, his big strong body and gorgeous heavy cock waiting for him just outside.

  I’m lucky to have him. He’s just so good to me.

  Lee flipped off the light and padded barefoot into the bedroom. With a contented sigh, he slid into bed, the cotton sheets soft and silky smooth against his skin. He turned onto his side and was about to reach for the lamp switch when Tony’s arm came around him.

  Tony snuggled up behind Lee, his body warm, large, and comforting in its familiarity. His muscular arm wrapped around Lee’s waist, his hand coming up to rest lightly on Lee’s chest. Lee looked down and saw the familiar ring on his forefinger, which he’d given Tony for his birthday earlier this year. He saw the dark hairs sprinkled across Tony’s forearm and the trailing tip of a rose vine tattoo that ended in the crook of his elbow.

  Lee couldn’t hold back his smile.

  “So you ha
d fun tonight, did you?” Tony asked softly, his lips brushing the back of Lee’s neck as he spoke.

  Lee murmured his agreement, then cleared his throat. He searched for the words to describe it. “Yeah, it was an amazing night,” he said finally.

  “I’m glad you had a good time, then.” Tony’s smile was evident in the soft rumble of his voice and the way he rubbed his stubbled cheek into Lee’s short blond hair.

  Extending his arm, Lee switched off the bedside lamp, blanketing the room in a thick darkness that was offset only by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. He settled into place, his back pressed against Tony’s broad chest, Tony’s arm curled around him, and his body exactly where it belonged.

  Lee smiled to himself as he whispered back.

  “I did. I had a great time.”

  He paused for a moment, his heart full and content.

  “Thank you…Sir.”

  ~~~~~~~

  Candy Rain

  One year earlier…

  Christ.

  Tony took a swig of his Jack on the rocks and looked around.

  What am I even doing here?

  Notorious cruising hotspot Hard Candy was not his usual scene.

  Understatement of the year.

  Fact: Tony Morelli didn’t have a usual scene, let alone this dark, steamy, crowded club whose bass thumped so loudly he was surprised the ice wasn’t rattling in his glass. Speaking of which…

  Tony tossed back the rest of his Jack and knocked his knuckles on the bar top, making eye contact with the man behind it.

  The shirtless bartender, who wore jeans and an apron that did nothing to hide his trim form, sent him a flirty smile and began to fix Tony’s drink. “Here you go, Daddy,” he said with a wink.