“Guys, you’re both so big and heavy,” he pleaded. “You’re suffocating me!”
Maxim chuckled. “If you start getting short of breath, I’ll give you mouth to mouth,” he promised.
Jean Baptiste made a gasping sound, deep in his throat. “I’d rather give you mouth to dick,” he teased Remi. Then he suddenly suited the action to the word, as he reached out and seized Remi’s dick. “Jesus, kid!” he exclaimed. “I sure like the looks of this. I like the way it feels in my hand, too. You’re even hotter than your big stud buddy Maxim, aren’t you?”
“Well, I’d better let you be the judge of that, man,” Remi replied, with uncharacteristic modesty. “And I guess the only way you can really compare us—is to have sex with both of us.”
“That would seem logical.”
“Go for it, then.” Delighted by the turn things had taken, Remi rolled closer to Jean Baptiste on the broad bed. “You can go ahead and play with my prick, if you want to. It sure feels good, having your hand on it like this. In fact, you can go ahead and suck it for me, if you want to do that, too. I bet that’ll feel even better!”
“I was the best cocksucker back in Quebec City,” Jean Baptiste boasted. “And now I’m the best one here in Montréal! But like you said—you’re going to have to judge for yourself.”
Jean Baptiste sank down on his knees on the mattress, and he wrapped his arms around Remi’s waist, pulling the boy to him. His mouth showered Remi’s belly, thighs, and firmly erect cockshaft with hot kisses. He was moaning, and muttering something under his breath. Remi couldn’t catch the words, but he didn’t need to know exactly what Jean Baptiste was saying. The way the big, tough leather man was mouthing him was eloquent enough. Remi knew that he had the guy hooked, and that he’d soon find out for himself exactly how good at sex his buddy Maxim’s boyfriend was!
“Do it,” Remi urged, sensing a sight hesitation on the kneeling man’s part. He pushed Jean Baptiste’s face to his waiting prick. “Suck it, Jean Baptiste. I want you to!”
“Yeah,” Jean Baptiste said. “Hell, yeah! I want to suck it, too! I’ll suck it—I’ll do anything you want, Remi. Anything, kid!”
“And I want you to suck him, Jean Baptiste,” Maxim chimed in, salaciously. “I want to watch you blow the kid! Go for it, dude. Suck his cock!”
Maxim seated himself on the bench next to the bed, to enjoy the show from this convenient nearby vantage point.
Jean Baptiste opened his mouth and put Remi’s cock into it. That was what Remi wanted from him at the moment, all right! Jean Baptiste’s arms tightened around the long-haired boy. His lips slid steadily down the thick shaft until the whole of Remi’s prick was stuck in his mouth. He held it there for several moments without moving, bathing it in his saliva, his eyes wide open and staring up at Remi’s face, his fingers digging possessively into Remi’s naked buttocks. Then he began to suck Remi’s suck.
Remi took a firm grip on the other man’s head, running his fingers through Jean Baptiste’s sweaty, disheveled hair, and pushed the big man’s head back and forth by exerting a by no means gentle pressure against his scalp. He fed his prickmeat into the guy’s mouth, and Jean Baptiste, far from protesting at the rough treatment he was receiving, sucked and licked him hungrily.
Remi wanted to moan with joy. Jean Baptiste was definitely one of the hottest cocksuckers Remi had ever met. The sensation of his wet lips sliding on his meat, his warm, agile tongue stroking his dick each time Remi pumped it at his face, the pressure Jean Baptiste was able to exert from his throat—it all combined to set Remi’s entire body ablaze with a fiery lust.
“Go on!” Remi demanded. “Take it! Take all of it down your fucking throat, choke on it if you have to! Suck me off! Ram my fucking dick all the way down your throat. Suck it!”
Jean Baptiste’s hands dug deeper into his ass cheeks. His chin was dribbling with tiny rivulets of saliva as he sucked Remi’s cock so abjectly, taking the bloated head of the fuck tool all the way down into his throat each time, and half choking himself on its bulk!
“Go on, cocksucker,” Remi told him. “Suck it!” He strained closer, pushing Jean Baptiste backward on his hands and knees as he continued to ram his dick in and out of the man’s mouth and throat. “Make me come! Suck me until I shoot off in your fucking mouth!”
Jean Baptiste grunted, more loudly. That was what he wanted, all right, what he was working so hard for. Remi’s hot load of cum, blasting into his throat. Into his guts!
“Oh, fuck, eat it,” Remi pleaded. “Eat that hot dick of mine. Eat it all!”
Jean Baptiste began to experiment, reaching up to play with Remi’s nipples, and then using one hand to press in between his parted legs and his buttocks, and finger his asshole and tickle his balls while he continued to blow the boy.
Jean Baptiste was doing such a good job that Remi decided the guy deserved a treat. Remi reached out with both hands and grabbed hold of the steel rings inserted in the big man’s pierced nipples. He rotated the rings back and forth within their holes, and then he tugged on them—hard! Jean Baptiste really liked that. Grunting, he sucked Remi even more recklessly.
Back and forth Remi pumped away at Jean Baptiste’s face, his cock driving like a pneumatic drill between Jean Baptiste’s lips. Jean Baptiste really seemed to be getting off on it. He obviously liked to be treated rough occasionally, to be dominated during sex by the force of another man’s body and by the throbbing need barely imprisoned within his cock. Remi remembered all of these occasions at CityBoyz, when he’d seen pretty young twinks coming on to tough-looking, tough-talking, and tough-talking macho men, who were tricked out in full leather gear—and successfully hooking up with the posturing studs. Jean Baptiste was obviously capable of surrendering to his more passive, submissive side, too, just like those ostensible top men. Remi understood him perfectly, and he was more than willing to give the man exactly what he liked.
Consumed by the heat of his rapidly approaching orgasm, Remi couldn’t help thinking about Jean Baptiste and Maxim—the kind of things the two older men probably liked to do together in bed. In this very bed, for example, because this obviously wasn’t Maxim’s first visit to Jean Baptiste’s new apartment!
Both men, Remi knew, based on what Maxim had told him, shared a mild kinky streak. There wasn’t much doubt in Remi’s mind that Jean Baptiste did this sort of thing for his fuck buddy Maxim, too. The big stud from Quebec City must let Maxim shove that big prick of his down his throat until he gagged on it, only to beg for more. He surely encouraged Maxim callously to fuck his face, and to finally choke him with his spurts of sperm, in an outburst of violent, selfish lust. And, in all probability, Maxim returned the favor, abjectly serving the other man, when the two guys switched roles.
Just the thought of it, of the kinky scenes the two older, well-built, butch guys could get into with each other, brought Remi to his crisis. His hard young body tensed, glistening with the sweat of sex, and he shoved Jean Baptiste’s mouth all the way down on his cockshaft—and he held it there!
Jean Baptiste took it all, gratefully, and Remi gasped as he began to shoot off in the kneeling stud’s incredibly hot, wet, slippery mouth. The bursts of semen came hard and fast, like a hail of tiny liquid bullets fired from his phallic pistol. The fluid shot straight down the handsome cocksucker’s eagerly swallowing throat.
Jean Baptiste clung to Remi for a long time afterward, understandably not waiting to let Remi’s satisfying dick slip from his mouth. When Remi finally did push him away, he showered the boy’s thighs and the thick dark blond patch of pubic hair below his belly with his lasciviously wet, slippery kisses.
“Fuck!” Jean Baptiste exclaimed. “That was incredible. You’ve got a beautiful cock, Remi—just beautiful. I want to do more than just suck it. I want you to ram it up my ass and fuck the shit out of me with it. I’ll rim you, too, eat your ass out for you. That ought to keep you nice and hard. I want to keep that cock of yours hard. I want to do everything with
you, little buddy. Everything!”
“Damn. That sounds pretty good to me,” Remi had to admit. He glanced at Maxim—who, all this time, had been perched on the bench beside the bed, watching Jean Baptiste and Remi get it on together. Casually, applying a light but steady pressure and friction with his loose fist to the stiff prick which it encircled, Maxim had been masturbating all along. “But Maxim must be feeling kind of left out,” Remi suggested.
Maxim smiled at him and Jean Baptiste. “Not at all, guys. That was incredible, the two of you going at each other like that. Really hot! I admit it, though. I wouldn’t mind joining the party, now.”
“Then get your ass up here on the bed,” Jean Baptiste commanded his fuck buddy, brusquely. “I’ll take you and Remi both on. Let’s fuck, guys. Let’s fuck!”
Epilogue: The Two City Boys
It was dawn, and the staff at CityBoyz were busy doing their usual cleanup, after closing time.
As usual, Maxim and Remi had both been working shirtless, the better to appeal to the bar’s patrons.
“You’re looking kind of pumped up, lately,” Maxim commented.
“Am I?” Remi responded. He flexed, for the bartender’s benefit. “I’ve been putting in extra time at the gym. So I look good for Guiche—and for the johns.”
“Greater love hath no man than this,” Maxim quipped. “Hitting the weights, enduring pain for gain, that is. That’s the sacrifice you make for love—and for profit,” he suggested, cynically.
“Yeah. I admit it. I like being a sex object. A stud for hire. I like it when Guiche gets off on my bod, too,” Remi bragged, without shame. “So—speaking of buff guys—how’s it going, between you and that stud muffin of yours, Jean Baptiste?” he asked Maxim.
“Great. He’s really sweet—and the sex is still pretty damn intense,” the bartender boasted. He looked at the half naked, sweaty bar back, and he grinned. “I haven’t forgotten about you, though. How hot you are. And you know Jean Baptiste likes you, too. We really ought to get together for another threesome, some night. Or—do you only do that for money, now?”
Remi laughed. “That’s become my specialty, you could say. But I might be willing to give you and Jean Baptiste a discount.”
“Oh, that’d be real nice of you. And you and Guiche? Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. Couldn’t be better, as a matter of fact. Guess what he told me, the other day?”
“Let me think. I know. He’s going to give up his life of sin and settle down with you in domestic bliss?”
“Ah, not quite. But he said that—for now—I’m the only guy he wants to have sex with, for free.”
“Wow. That is an accomplishment. And for once, I’m not being sarcastic.”
“He’s given me a key to his place, so I can come and go as I please.”
“No kidding? Oh, this is getting serious. Next thing I know, I’ll be receiving a wedding invitation in the mail.”
“I expect you to be my best man,” Remi said, flippantly.
“It’d be an honor, son. But—who’s going to give away Guiche? One of his regular johns? That’d be appropriate, I guess.”
“Shame on you!” Remi protested. But he had to laugh.
He put his hand in his pocket and fingered his key ring, which now contained the key he’d mentioned to Maxim. Earlier during his shift at the bar that night, Remi had received a text message on his phone from Guiche:
Just got home from my trick. It went well. When you’re done work, come to my place. Let yourself in and wake me up.
When the cleanup was finished, Remi said goodbye to Maxim. Pulling on his shirt, he left the bar. He took a bus to Guiche’s apartment. Most of the riders on this early morning bus were obviously headed in to work. Remi, by contrast, had finished work, and he was on his way to his lover’s place, to go to bed. Although, he suspected, not necessarily to sleep, at least not right away!
Twenty minutes later, Remi used his key to let himself into Guiche’s place. He slipped into the darkened bedroom, where Guiche was slumbering away in his bed, naked. Remi undressed, and eased himself into the bed next to the other young man.
He woke up Guiche with a kiss.
“Good morning, sexy,” Guiche greeted him. “How was work?”
“Busy. Which is always good. It makes the time go faster, and I did all right in tips.”
“So did I,” Guiche said.
“The out-call went okay?”
“It was fine. Your typical john. Married man with his wife out of town. He wanted to screw around, but he was afraid to try his luck in the bars. The horny son of a bitch was just about insatiable. I was beat by the time I finally dragged my ass home.”
“I hope you saved something for me, though,” Remi teased Guiche.
“I’ve got the morning wood right here, if you’ve got the axe to fell the tree,” Guiche joked. “Unless you want to get some sleep, first—?”
“I can sleep later,” Remi declared, decisively. “First things first.”
“Go for it, buddy. I’ve always wanted to fuck a lumberjack!”
With his fatigue forgotten for the time being, Remi got busy, getting their sex session off to a good start by sucking Guiche’s cock.
Remi held the dick in his mouth at first, scarcely moving his lips, and not using his tongue on it yet. He could feel the agitated, hot blood pumping through the cockshaft’s veins, which throbbed against his lips. He was intoxicated by the strong male scent of Guiche’s crotch, which filled his nostrils.
Guiche’s hips began to move under Remi’s head, mutely telling his buddy that he wanted Remi to suck him. Remi held Guiche’s thighs with his hands to steady them, and then he slowly, teasingly pulled his mouth back until just the head of the cock was still between his lips. Then he drove his face all the way down on the shaft again.
Guiche groaned with pleasure, and his body began to thrust up at Remi more urgently. The other boy’s warm, wet lips held him tightly and they slipped back and forth along his shaft, taking it right to the root with each downward stroke.
Guiche was hung big, and his fuck tool was as thick as a clenched fist. It was so big, in fact, that it was often an effort to take all of his prick into Remi’s mouth like that without choking on it. But Remi wanted to savor every inch of it, to engulf himself completely in the solid mass of the other young stud’s flesh.
For several minutes his head bobbed up and down between Guiche’s legs, while Guiche enjoyed the intense pleasure his horny fuck buddy’s hot mouth was giving him. His hands squeezed Remi’s shoulders and ran through his disheveled trademark long hair, pressing his head down and holding it on his dick. At the same time, Guiche reared up with his butt and struck his cockhead into the very depths of the cocksucker’s throat.
Then, pulling Remi gently off his prick, Guiche gasped out huskily, “Wait, Remi! Let me suck you, too!”
As they so often did, they imitated what the two nude men depicted in the oil painting hung behind the bed were doing to each other.
Remi lay flat on his back and spread his legs. Guiche twisted his lithe, muscular body quickly around in the opposite direction from him and climbed on top of him. He wriggled his knees down until his cock hovered just above Remi’s face and his own head was above Remi’s crotch. He gripped Remi’s cock and masturbated it energetically for a few moments until it swelled to rigid erection. Then Guiche took it into his mouth, and he drove himself all the way down on it as recklessly, as eagerly, as Remi had taken him!
Remi gasped as the slick, warm feeling of the other guy’s tongue began to work on him. Guiche’s head bobbed furiously, his lips smacking with loud, wet sounds as he manipulated Remi’s cock in and out of his ravenously feeding mouth.
Remi lay motionless, his body tense, enjoying the sensations rippling through his horny prick. His fuck tool swelled harder each time Guiche’s mouth came down on him, until his cockshaft felt like a solid bar of steel driving deeply into the other guy’s throat. Remi o
pened his mouth and reached up for his buddy’s dick, arching his neck until he got the head of it between his lips again. Then, holding it firmly, he put both hands around his friend’s waist and pressed down on his hairy ass cheeks, pushing the full, solid length of his dick into his mouth.
They sucked each other like that for several minutes, their muscular bodes humping and heaving in a tight sixty-nine configuration, their hips pumping in a see-saw pattern, their mouths slurping obscenely around the meaty thickness of each other’s cockshafts.
In many ways, Remi thought, blowing another guy in the sixty-nine position like this, especially another athletic type his own age and build, was like making oral love to himself. Everything that his mouth did to Guiche’s cock, seemed to be repeated simultaneously on his own tool, with each guy struggling to match the pleasure provided by the other’s tongue and lips, and doubling his own delight at the same time.
But it was only a passing thought, for despite the intense lust pulsing in his loins, it wasn’t himself with whom Remi wanted to have sex at the moment, but Guiche. Remi’s own orgasm wasn’t all that important to him this morning, for some reason. He was more interested in giving his lover pleasure.
Guiche, too, would gladly have gone on blowing his hot friend until Remi came in his mouth, deriving his own satisfaction from the knowledge that he’d been able to give Remi pleasure. Remi’s orgasm, his cries of excitement as he spent himself in Guiche’s mouth, was an infinitely more exciting prospect than the mere release of Guiche’s own semen would have been. The fact that Remi seemed to feel the same way—that he was so unselfishly striving to make love to Guiche with exactly the same intensity—only increased Guiche’s desire to make him happy.
Guiche was a whore. Sex was his stock in trade. He was good at it, and he took a professional pride in his ability to satisfy his paying customers. But there was more to life than work, and earning money. Guiche was genuinely fond of Remi. The kid had gotten under his skin, and Guiche felt an odd sort of tenderness and protectiveness toward him, almost as though Remi were his kid brother. His kid brother, that is, with whom he was having a hot, incestuous sexual relationship!
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