CityBoyz

by Henri Couesnon

  Next, Remi was sure the two men were kissing—wet, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, which were interspersed with a lot of heavy breathing. The bedsprings in Remi’s mattress kept squeaking faintly, blending with the monotonous hum of the fan, as the two men moved about restlessly on the bed.

  Neither of them was speaking now, but the obscene slurping and gulping sounds continued. Remi suspected they were sixty-nining. They kept it up for a long time.

  The mattress gave an extra-loud squeak, probably the result of one or both of the men abruptly shifting his position.

  “You want some poppers?” Maxim asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “I have a fresh bottle.”

  “Go for it,” Jean Baptiste told him, eagerly.

  Remi was treated to a further montage of unmistakably sexual sound effects. Any doubts on his part about exactly what Maxim and his husky boyfriend were doing now ended when he heard Maxim hiss, “Get that fucking tongue deep in my ass! Eat it, bitch! Eat my ass!”

  The rimming went on for several minutes, with the participants obviously switching their positions and taking turns. “Yeah, lick my hot, dirty ass, motherfucker,” Jean Baptiste commanded, at one point. “Oh yeah—that’s a good little whore. Lick it, fucker. Clean it out! Get it good and wet. Good and hot. Good and ready for your cock!”

  “Love the taste of your hole,” Maxim panted, breathlessly, in between licks and sucks of his burly playmate’s manhole.

  “Okay, you’ve got it nice and wet,” Jean Baptiste growled. “Now fuck it! We’re not going to need much of that lube. Not with my hole all sloppy from your spit. Hurry up and get that rubber on.”

  Suppressing his own impulse to gasp loudly for breath, Remi continued to play with himself. He ought to be ashamed of himself, he knew. His behavior was disgusting. Standing there naked with his hard-on in his fist, listening to Maxim getting ready to fuck his stud buddy in the ass, he was a voyeur. Well, technically, Remi supposed, he was not a voyeur, but an eavesdropper—which was almost as bad. This is sick, Remi chastised himself. I’m a pervert. A dirty pervert!

  But the voice inside his head, the one which was lecturing him, supposedly so sternly—in reality it sounded merely dutiful. It wasn’t very convincing. Remi found it easy to ignore. Especially with all the pornographic sound effects coming through the bedroom door. They soon drowned out the voice in Remi’s head, which gave up the unequal struggle and stopped trying to intervene. Now Remi could concentrate his full attention on what he was hearing—what he was imagining—and especially on what his fist was doing, as it stroked and squeezed his wildly overexcited dick!

  “Fuck me, oh, fuck me hard,” Jean Baptiste kept pleading. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

  “Keep your voice down,” Maxim whispered. “If Remi hears you—!”

  “He probably fell fast asleep long ago. And so what if he does wake up and he hears us? From what you’ve told me, that boy’s no innocent little virgin. I wouldn’t mind fucking him, myself. Would you?” Jean Baptiste asked.

  “Never mind Remi, right now. I just don’t want to keep him awake, that’s all. Let’s concentrate on what we’re doing right now, one on one. Take my cock up your ass—and keep the noise down.”

  “If you’re so worried about it, put your hand over my mouth. Pretend you’re raping me. You know how I always get off on that!”

  Maxim apparently did as Jean Baptiste suggested. “Shut the fuck up,” he pretended to threaten his sex partner. “Keep your mouth shut—and open your hole. Open your hole wider, and take my cock. Don’t make me hurt you, bitch. I’ll hurt you real bad, if you put up any resistance.”

  Remi hear muffled, mewing sounds, as though Jean Baptiste was trying to talk through the palm of the hand which his “rapist” now had firmly clamped down on his mouth.

  “Yeah, you lousy Quebeçois leather whore,” Maxim said, with audible satisfaction. “Take my big, hard cock! Take it and ride it. Get fucked, tough guy. Get fucked!”

  As he continued to eavesdrop, Remi also continued to masturbate. Gradually, he accelerated his pace. When he felt his ejaculation starting to prepare itself, deep down in his swollen balls, he decided he might as well make himself more comfortable. Without taking his fist off his prick, he eased himself down, first sitting on his bare butt on the floor, and then lying on his back. He stroked himself slowly and steadily to orgasm, his cum finally spurting free from his prick and splashing wetly all over his belly and chest—just as Jean Baptiste’s loud moans betrayed the fact that he had started to come, too. A moment later, Maxim’s own guttural cries of passion revealed that he was ejaculating, as well, inside his buddy’s hard-fucked asshole.

  In his mind, Remi pictured the two men kissing, sucking on each other’s tongues, as Maxim moved his big dick in and out of the other guy’s asshole more sluggishly, losing his last few drops of jism.

  Then, moaning softly, the two fuck buddies continued to rub their bodies against each other. They exchanged kisses for minutes on end, until they finally quieted down and fell asleep. It was only then that a weary but still erotically agitated Remi roused himself. He made a quick detour to the bathroom, where he grabbed a towel with which to wipe himself off. Then, furtively, he retreated into the dark living room. There, warm and comfortable in the fold-out bed, he allowed himself to relax, and to start to drift off into slumber as well.

  As he hovered in that twilight state halfway between consciousness and sleep, Remi’s thoughts wandered freely, unrestricted by thoughts of conventional behavior, or morality. Remi was already fantasizing about what it might be like to experience the previously unthinkable. He couldn’t prevent himself from wondering what it would be like not only to go on sharing Guiche’s bed, but to be invited into Maxim’s, as well. To have both of them as his lovers—! That would all he could wish for.

  Chapter Seven: A Most Unusual Wakeup Call

  “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

  At first, Remi thought he was still asleep, dreaming, and that the voice he heard wasn’t real. But then he felt a hand on his bare shoulder, gently shaking him fully awake.

  He opened his eyes. It took a moment to orient himself, in his surroundings, which at first looked strange to him. Then he realized that he was in Maxim’s living room, lying on the sofa bed, on which he’d slept—quite comfortably, Remi had to admit.

  Jean Baptiste, fully dressed in his leather outfit, was leaning over him, smiling. One of the man’s hands lingered on Remi’s shoulder. In the other, he held a coffee mug. Raising it to his lips, he emptied it.

  “I’ve got to get going,” Jean Baptiste said. “I have that new job of mine to report to, remember? Got to get home to my new apartment and change my clothes. Lucky you and Maxim—you guys get to sleep in. I just wanted to tell you that I made some coffee, if you want any.”

  “Thanks. Maxim?” Remi asked.

  “Still in bed. He was pretty fucked out by the time we finally went to sleep, last night.”

  “Yeah. I could hear you guys going at it.”

  “Could you? Sorry about that.”

  “Oh, don’t apologize,” Remi told the other man. “It was kind of—entertaining. Downright inspiring, in fact.”

  Jean Baptiste laughed. “You’re cute. If I didn’t have to rush off, and if I hadn’t had such a rough night—I’d get in there under the covers with you, and throw an early morning wakeup fuck into you.”

  “Well, I’ll be glad to give you a rain check,” Remi said, boldly. “Maxim has my number. Ask him to give it to you.”

  “Will do.” Jean Baptiste gave Remi a less than chaste kiss on the mouth, and then he let himself out of the apartment.

  Yawning, Remi stretched. Then he flung aside the bedclothes and, slowly and reluctantly, he hauled his ass out of the fold-up bed. He could smell freshly-brewed coffee, and he followed its siren song, or more accurately its siren scent, to the kitchen. He found a mug in one of the cabinets and he filled it. He drank the coffee black, feeling the start of
a welcome caffeine surge.

  Then Remi went into Maxim’s bedroom.

  The room was very dark, so Remi needed a few moments to allow his eyes to adjust to the gloom. It wasn’t a large bedroom, and it was untidy.

  Maxim was still in bed, and he was still fast asleep. He was lying on his stomach, naked—naked, as was Remi, who hadn’t bothered to put on any of his clothes. The sheets and blanket had been kicked down toward the foot of the bed, and they covered only the lower half of Maxim’s solidly muscled buttocks. On the nightstand was the incriminating evidence left behind by the night’s activities—a box of rubbers; a used condom, crumpled up and discarded in the ashtray; a tube of lubricant; and a little brown glass bottle which Remi identified as liquid poppers, minus its outer wrapper.

  Remi felt a hot surge of excitement rush through him as he stared at the erotic cleft of the bartender’s ass and the broad, deeply tanned back and shoulders above it. Maxim had one arm bent at the elbow, with the forearm pushed under the pillow, and his face was buried in the pillow, with additional cushioning provided by the crook of his arm.

  Remi went quickly to the other side of the bed, where Jean Baptiste had obviously slept, and he climbed in beside Maxim. The mattress was still depressed and warm from Jean Baptiste’s body. Remi nuzzled in close to the bartender, pressing himself against Maxim’s oddly reassuring nakedness. His cock swelled into erection the moment it contacted Maxim’s warm flesh.

  Maxim stirred at the pressure of Remi’s morning piss hard-on, and he turned slowly onto his side, facing away from his new bedmate. Remi pressed in closer, his throbbing dick now jammed against the tight cheeks of that butch ass. He remembered the incredible sensations he had felt while fucking macho guys such as Guiche, and he wondered what it would be like to do it with a real stud like Maxim.

  Just knowing that the man in bed next to him was Maxim, a man whom he’d always admired—and secretly lusted after—was getting Remi very aroused. Daringly, he allowed his imagination to take over. Now, he was already pretending that they were fucking. That it was Maxim’s warm ass clamped around Remi’s fuck tool, that it was his anal muscles twitching as Remi plunged deeply into him, and that it was his body Remi would be emptying his sperm into—the fantasy excited the younger guy horribly.

  It could be awkward to have sex with a man with whom Remi had to work. But, after all, what was the harm? Neither he nor Maxim was in a serious, committed, exclusive relationship. They were both promiscuous, and enjoyed playing the field, with a variety of sex partners. And Maxim was an exceptionally attractive, virile, sexy man. He must be awfully good in bed to keep another macho number like Jean Baptiste satisfied! There seemed to be no good reason why Remi shouldn’t get his share of the action.

  Maxim grunted softly as he began to awaken. He felt Remi’s precociously big hard-on pressing urgently against his butt cheeks. He pulled away for an instant; but then he ground his buttocks backward and closer into Remi’s groin, wriggling them with a sensuous movement of his hips. The hairy valley between his firm ass cheeks brushed against the head of his bar back’s dick. Shivering all over at this first implicitly sexual contact between them, Remi almost came on the spot!

  “You got a hard-on, huh?” Maxim muttered into the pillow. “It figures, you horny bastard. Well, I guess turnabout’s fair play. You got time to screw me before you have to leave?”

  Remi held his breath, not knowing what to say. Maxim thought he was Jean Baptiste, still in bed with him. And—he was inviting Jean Baptiste to screw him. He was willing to let the other man fuck him, right here and now.

  But Maxim didn’t seem to be expecting a reply. Not a verbal one, in any case. “You can’t ever seem to get enough,” he complained, sleepily, his voice muffled by the pillow, which he now hugged closer to his face and chest. “I would’ve thought that after all that cum you shot last night, you’d be too fucked out to get it up again so soon. Guess I was wrong. Um, that’s a nice fat hard-on you’re poking my butt with! If you can get it that hard first thing in the morning, you might as well do something useful with it. Something that’ll make us both feel good, buddy!”

  He wriggled his butch ass whorishly back and forth against the solid fulcrum of Remi’s hotly pulsating cockhead.

  “Go ahead,” Maxim urged, speaking in a low, seductive-sounding whisper, now. “Go ahead and shove it up my ass. You’d better fuck me while you’ve got me in the mood to take it, you big-dicked son of a bitch!”

  Remi wanted to do it. He wanted to fuck the stud bartender! He was trembling inside with fear that Maxim would reject his advances—that he would react with at least annoyance, and possibly with disgust, once he found out who was really in bed with him. But Remi now desperately wanted to put his cock inside Maxim’s hot-looking asshole. He wanted to feel the hardness of his manhood throbbing away possessively deep inside the older guy’s body, their flesh joined together as closely as two men’s could ever be.

  “Don’t tear me apart, though,” Maxim said into the pillow. “I’m not in the mood for rough sex just now. Grease it up first.”

  “Uh-huh,” Guiche grunted, knowing that the other man would recognize his voice if he ventured anything more coherent by way of a reply.

  “And hurry up, stud,” Maxim added. “You’re not the only one who’s horny, you know!”

  Remi reached down and touched the crack of Maxim’s ass. He rubbed the tip of his index finger around the outside rim of the puckered hole, and he watched, fascinated, as Maxim’s butt cheeks contracted and squirmed in excited response. His asshole flexed, too, as though beckoning Remi’s finger to explore it further.

  Remi did so. He prodded his fingertip through the aperture and inside Maxim’s ass. Then he twisted it slowly from side to side. The muscles clenched automatically, nipping his finger, but Maxim forced them to relax and accept the penetration. A deep groan of pleasure escaped from his lips.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Maxim muttered. “Hurry up with that fucking grease, man! Get that goddamn dick of yours in there! Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard. You’re getting me so frigging horny, finger-fucking my hole like that, that I really want to get fucked. So hurry up and get your cock in there!”

  Remi saw the tube of silicone-based gel lubricant sitting on the nightstand. He grabbed the tube, squirted a blob of the gel onto his hand, and used it to coat his cock. He squeezed out another blob onto his fingertips and applied it to Maxim’s asshole, massaging the slippery lube onto and inside his sphincter.

  “That’s right,” Maxim told him, breathlessly. “Grease that hole! But—put on a rubber,” he urged. “I don’t fuck raw, remember!”

  Remi took a condom from the box on the nightstand. With a rather indecent haste, he tore open the packet, pulled out the rubber, and unrolled it down over his cock. He swiped another palmful of the lube over his latex-sheathed erection.

  “Hurry, will you, goddamn it?” Maxim growled. “Come on, put it in me. Fuck me!”

  Remi brushed the head of his condom-covered dick against his coworker’s open, waiting anal pucker. He was already oozing jism, which combined with the application of the gel lube to slick up the knob of his penis. He could feel his cockhead pulsating strongly within the tight clasp of the condom, and the sensation spurred him to hasten the forbidden insertion to which he had now irrevocably committed himself.

  He took a firm grip on the shaft of his fuck tool and he began to press it forward, forcing the blunt head between those enticingly masculine buttocks that Maxim was so eagerly parting for him. Maxim winced with pain when the huge inflexible head of Remi’s dick started to spread his butthole apart.

  “Easy!” he moaned. “Oh, take it slow and easy, Jean Baptiste! God! Your prick feels bigger than ever this morning, man! Give me a chance to relax my ass and push back against you. That might help.”

  Maxim strained his anal muscles, working them exactly the way he did when he was taking a dump. Remi’s cock moved slowly into him, inch by inch, sliding its inexorable way
up his friend’s tight ass.

  Remi heard Maxim suck in his breath in a sharp gasp. It evidently hurt him to take Remi’s prick. But it was also obvious that he wanted to get fucked very badly. He forced himself to accept the pain, and he let Remi put his prick all the way in him. The younger guy sighed heavily once the insertion was completed, and he slumped forward onto Maxim’s broad back, his face already dripping with sweat from excitement and from the effort it cost him to keep from humping away at full tilt, blindly and forcefully, right from the start. Maxim had an incredibly hot, tight ass!

  “Oh yeah, it’s in me, fucker!” Maxim cried, his voice taut and strained with pleasure. His eyes were closed in concentration. “You’re all the way in my hot, horny asshole now, you son of a bitch! So get busy and pound my ass. Fuck me the way I fucked you last night. Hard and fast! Make it hurt. Let me feel that cock of yours, going in and out of me, reaming me out. Let me feel it fucking my ass!”

  He could feel the cock throbbing inside him, pulsing against the sensitive membranes lining the narrow tunnel of his ass. Remi drew his dick slowly back, until just the head of it was still stuck in his buddy’s ass. Then he drove it back into Maxim with a long, sure stroke, taking complete possession of the other man’s body.

  “Yeah,” Maxim gasped. “Like that, Jean Baptiste—just like that! Fuck my ass for me just like that. Pound it in and out! Only … you’d better come fast, you son of a bitch. I’ve got one hell of a piss hard here under my belly, and I’m going to come soon myself. Especially if you keep this up! And don’t forget we had an overnight guest. I want to go check on Remi, to see how he’d doing. I can’t spend all morning here in bed with you, with your prick shoved up my ass. Finish fucking me, before he wakes up.”