RHV

by DHP

  He tossed the small bottle in his hand at Gabriel’s chest and smiled when he saw Gabriel’s eyes widen. Spreading his legs as wide as he could, he raised his knees up and presented himself to his lover.

  “I want to finally start this relationship out with a bang.” Mario smirked. “Fuck me!”

  Gabriel’s eyes flashed with fire and he launched himself at the bed, landing on his hands and knees.

  “Your wish is my command, so prepare to be boarded.”

  Mario couldn’t keep from laughing. “Get busy, Captain!”

  Dribbling some of the oil from the bottle onto his fingers, Gabriel ran his finger around the little star that was soon to be pierced with his cock. Next he leaned in and gave Mario a deep kiss. Meanwhile, he held his cock at the entrance and then thrust hard and deep. Once seated, he stopped and bit his lip to keep from coming.

  “Oh, fuck, you are so damn tight,” Gabriel groaned. “You’re squeezing the shit out of my cock. I don’t wanna come yet.”

  “Then you better fuck me like you mean it, because I can’t stop,” Mario replied as he thrust upward.

  Gabriel snapped. Between the love he felt for the man under him and the exquisite tight heat that gripped his cock, he knew he was on a deadline.

  “Hold on,” he growled as he pulled almost all the way out and paused, smiling at Mario’s whimper. Then he gripped Mario’s hips and began thrusting hard, pounding with such force that Mario had to raise his arms over his head to keep from banging his head on the headboard. After a few more thrusts, Gabriel pulled out and slapped at his ass.

  “What the fuck? Why did you…?”

  “Hands and knees,” Gabriel ordered. “I don’t want to explain to the emergency room how you got a concussion.”

  Quickly turning over and assuming the position, Mario wiggled his ass and heard the chuckle just before the nine-incher thrust back into his ass balls deep. He cried out at the twinge of pain, but also shoved into it. The slapping of bodies sounded like applause as they fucked.

  Mario was in heaven. It had been a long time since someone had fucked him like he meant it. This was a man who took care of his needs while pleasuring himself at the same time.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he cried. “Fuck me harder!”

  “Any harder and we’re both gonna go through the wall. But hold on!”

  Mario cried out as Gabriel shifted position and reached around to grab Mario’s cock. It was just what Mario needed. Throwing his head back, he cried out as he painted the headboard with his pearlescent cum.

  Gabriel couldn’t take it any longer. When Mario came, his inner muscles got a death grip on his cock and with one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and cried Mario’s name as he filled the man with his essence.

  Moments later, they collapsed onto the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, Gabriel behind Mario and both men breathing hard.

  “Fuck, that was good!” Mario panted.

  “Much more of that and I’ll have to make sure we have a special set-up at home so I won’t have to worry about structural damage. Or causing you brain damage.”

  Mario laughed. “Just tell me how much you need for me to contribute. Maybe a swing, so you could thrust into me and we could use the momentum to thrust me back.”

  Gabriel groaned. “We’re gonna need a bigger house, with a basement.”

  Chuckling, they kissed for a few minutes before letting sleep pull them down to a peaceful, dreamless rest.

  CUPID INC

  SHANNON WEST

  “You’ve been avoiding me, X.”

  The minute Dexter opened the door he knew he was in big trouble. He’d just gotten home from his part-time job at Cupid, Inc. and slipped off his shoes. He hadn’t even taken off his tie when the knock sounded on the door.

  Worn out, he dragged himself over to answer it, wondering who in the world could be at his door at this time of night. If it was his friend Candy with more of her “helpful” suggestions, she was going to get an ear full. He flung open the door, ready to blast her, and stared right up into Zack Toland’s handsome face.

  Zack Toland—the best looking man ever to grace the halls of Brennan College. How did he even know where Dexter lived? And why in the hell was he here?

  “I…uh…”

  Not bothering to ask if he could come in, Zack stepped confidently inside, crowding him and prowling slowly toward him with a predatory gaze as Dexter backed up. Dexter looked around as if an exit would somehow magically appear in his tiny one-room apartment.

  “Not answering my calls, ignoring my texts, deleting my emails…why is that, X? Didn’t I give you a nice tip the other night? Is it about the money, X, or is it something else? Was it something I said? Did I offend you in some way?”

  “No, no. Really, I don’t know what you’re…” Dexter fell backwards over the ugly green ottoman his mother had insisted on giving him for his apartment, slid off the edge of it and landed on his ass looking up at Zack with his mouth wide open.

  Zack knelt down beside him, continuing his quiet verbal assault as if nothing had happened. “I didn’t think you were the kind of guy who would just disappear like that the next morning. You know, without even waking me up to say goodbye. I was hurt, X. Really hurt.”

  Dexter was sweating bullets by this time. He pulled at his tie, trying to get it loose before it choked the life out of him. Zack reached down and helpfully pulled it from around his neck. “Well, you see, I…”

  Taking Dexter’s hand in his, he kissed his palm, then wrapped the end of the tie slowly around his wrist. Taking the other wrist in his hand, he slowly wound the tie around it as well.

  “What…what are you doing, Zack?”

  “Hmm? Oh, I’m just making you more comfortable. You said you liked a little bondage on your profile on the website, right?”

  “Oh, well, see…about that profile.”

  “Yes?” he asked, finishing a strong knot in the tie and starting to unbutton Dexter’s shirt.

  “It wasn’t exactly…that is, I didn’t really…”

  “You seem a little hot and bothered, X. Is it because you’re still wearing all those clothes? Let me take care of that for you.” He left his shirt open then reached down to unbutton his pants, hooking his thumbs in the waistband and pulling both them and his underpants down in one swift motion. Slipping them off, he threw them in the corner and turned back around.

  “Now, is that more comfortable? I really do like this look on you, X.”

  Dexter heard a whimpering sound escape his throat as he looked down at his nearly naked body. His cock didn’t seem to mind one bit, though. It was red and hard and looking up at him, beginning to get very interested in the proceedings.

  “Z-Zack, I think I might have given you the wrong impression.”

  “Really? Then you don’t like it when I do this? ”He ran his hands over Dexter’s body, palming his eager cock, which was twitching in excitement, seemingly starved for Zack’s attention.

  Unable to help himself, Dexter closed his eyes and thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock into Zack’s big, warm hand, into that sure touch. He heard himself making a funny sound at the back of his throat.

  Zack gave a little half laugh and then bent over him, his mouth enveloping Dexter’s shaft like molten lava. Zack sucked him all the way to the back of his throat, and Dexter could have sworn he heard the angels singing. Somebody sure as hell was making a high-pitched sound of hosanna. Zack worked his tongue and his lips with careful, skillful precision. One hand massaged Dexter’s balls while the other grasped his shaft, holding it still for his pleasure.

  After only seconds of the incredible heat of that mouth, Dexter knew he was about to blow. He wanted to hang on and keep experiencing this, but all too soon, he felt himself ready to explode, his climax taking him by force. It was as if it were wrung from him, and there was absolutely no way to stop it. He bucked his hips, screamed, and felt Zack chuc
kle around his cock.

  Chuckle! He wanted to be offended, but it took way too much energy, energy that he needed for the imminent eruption that was about to take place. When it came, it was a Vesuvius, wracking his body. Sensation flowed over him and he was flung down like bits of volcanic rock, full of tiny crystals that threatened to shatter inside him like glass.

  He lay on his back gasping for long moments, while Zack continued to suck him until his cock was soft and limp. Finally, Zack got up, patted the head of Dexter’s cock fondly, and got to his feet. He took a tiny little envelope out of his pocket and dropped it onto Dexter’s chest.

  “Call me, X. Soon.”

  Closing the door gently behind him, he left Dexter lying on his back on the floor, his wrists tied in front of him with his own cheap tie. Staring up at the ceiling, he wondered what kind of hell he’d unleashed on himself.

  ****

  The whole thing had all started so innocently. Dexter was a senior at Brennan College, barely making ends meet between his part-time job at the Pizza Hut and his student loan, the amount of which was increasing as rapidly as the national debt. But he needed his own apartment in the worst way. He seriously couldn’t take many more nights of his shabby dorm room and his Lithuanian roommate, who smelled like he hadn’t showered since the Bush administration—the first Bush.

  When he saw the advertisement for Cupid, Inc. in the school newspaper, he thought right away that the job was perfect for him. Wanted—a computer geek to work part-time in the evenings, maintaining our website. Flexible hours, light work load, good pay. Come by our office on Fourth Street to apply in person.

  Dexter was a computer geek. He needed flexible hours and he sure as hell needed the good pay. Maintaining a website should be a walk in the park for him. He’d always had a way with computers, having spent much of his teen years in his room with nothing much else to do except play around on the computer, and with a major in Computer Science, he surely had the qualifications for the job.

  He took off right away to the offices of Cupid Inc. to apply. One short interview later, he’d been hired. He was required to dress up a little and wear a tie, though nobody ever saw him much back in his cubicle, but the pay was well worth a little discomfort.

  The very next night he was at work, learning all there was to know about the company. It was basically a male hook-up site, or as the advertisement said, a geosocial networking application geared towards gay, bisexual, and bi-curious men. It wasn’t the size or scope of Grindr or one of the bigger websites. It was more of a local thing. But one thing that it had that Grindr didn’t was an “escort service” for interested parties. Phil, the guy who owned the site, explained it to him.

  “It’s not a prostitution site. All we do is provide escorts for men who need them. Say for a party or an important event, or just to go out to a club. Whatever. We charge a nominal fee for hooking our escorts up with the client, and that’s the end of our involvement.”

  “Do these escorts have sex with the client?”

  “We don’t get involved in that part of it at all. That’s strictly between the client and the escort. Some do, and some don’t. It’s up to them.”

  “How do the clients find each other? And the escorts?”

  “Each person, when they sign up, creates his own profile. You know, name, age, vital statistics, any photos they want to share. A little about their likes and dislikes. The usual. Then people can browse through and pick out who they like. Our website isn’t as huge as the others, so it doesn’t take long to go through all the profiles. If a person is willing to be an escort, they put a little cupid icon on their profile. If the client chooses them, they send us fifty dollars, and we facilitate their meeting. Easy peasy.”

  Dexter thought it sounded pretty easy too, and maintaining the files turned out to be a breeze. Everything went great the first few months. He earned enough extra money to get out of the dorm and rent a tiny little efficiency apartment near campus, and even enough to buy his books for the upcoming semester. Life was good…until the day he uploaded a new profile from Zack Toland.

  Dexter recognized the name immediately. Zack Toland was a Graduate Assistant in the English Department, and hands down the best-looking man on campus. He was tall and muscular, with beautiful golden blond hair and eyes so green Dexter wondered if he wore colored contacts.

  Dexter had first spotted Zack in the cafeteria. He sat down a few tables away and for one perfect moment they’d made eye contact. Zack had smiled at him, and Dexter smiled back, but since he was pathetically shy, he quickly dropped his gaze, picked up his books, and took off. After that he’d seen Zack in the cafeteria often, but couldn’t meet his eye, though a couple of times, he thought he caught Zack staring at him.

  After a few weeks, Zack stopped coming by the cafeteria, and shortly after that, Dexter began to see him around campus in the company of a guy named Brian Wayland. Before long the word got around that they were a couple.

  Dexter had made it his business to find out what he could from the grapevine, but that was about all anyone was willing to talk about. Zack was well-liked and apparently highly sociable, with a wide group of friends. God knows he was good-looking enough to get whatever or whomever he wanted.

  That was one reason Dexter was so surprised to see Zack’s profile come across his desk at a hook-up-slash-escort service like Cupid, Inc. Zack was already hooked, wasn’t he? Immediately, he picked up his cell phone and dialed his friend, Candy.

  Candy Ballantine had been his best friend since junior high. They’d even decided to go to Brennan together when they were in their senior year, and both were accepted. Candy was a Nursing major, so they never saw each other much anymore. Ironic, really, since they’d come to Brennan so they could stick together. Anyway, Candy was cute and popular and pledged a sorority soon after she arrived, which inevitably drove them further apart. They still talked on the phone at least once a week, though, if for no other reason than to share campus gossip.

  Dexter knew Candy would know all about any breakup of “Tolway” as she called Zack and Brian, in the best tradition of “Brangelina.”

  “Oh yes, honey, hadn’t you heard?” she said after she finally came to the phone. Calling her at the sorority house was rather hit or miss, but he’d been lucky this time and she came on the phone quickly. “They haven’t been an item for over a month now. Brian found himself a good- looking law student. A senior, and supposed to be quite a catch. Old money, don’t you know?” She laughed gaily and yelled something at a friend of hers who was passing by before coming back to Dexter.

  “Yeah, I totally understand going for the money, but giving up Zack Toland? Personally, I think Brian totally made the wrong choice. Zack’s such a hunk!”

  “He’s uploaded a profile to Cupid, Inc. He probably won’t last long,” Dexter sighed. “Somebody will snap him up. And to top it off, he’s indicated on his profile that he’s looking for an escort for next Saturday night for some kind of Valentine’s Day party. Why in the hell would Zack need an escort for a Valentine’s party?”

  “Because to not have a date on Valentine’s Day is lame. Besides, I heard that his ex, Brian Wayland, is giving a Valentine’s party. That must be it. He probably invited Zack, so now Zack has to show up with a date. And it can’t be just any date. He has to be a real hottiepatottie.”

  “A what?”

  “A hottiepatottie—a person of extreme hotness. Duh…”

  “Oh. Well, that leaves me out,” Dexter said dejectedly.

  “It doesn’t have to! I’ve told you a million times that you have like loads of potential, but you’re not doing anything with it! Look, I have an idea. I’m coming over there, and we’re going to make you a profile so hot it will blister his computer screen. ”

  “Yeah, only one problem with that—when I show up as me, he’s not going to go out with me.”

  “So don’t show up as you. With just a little tweaking I can make you super
-hot. You just have to trust me.”

  A silence fell on the phone. “See, that’s what you said on the graduation night at our high school when you wanted me to participate in the senior prank. We got arrested, Candy!”

  “Oh, pooh! Our parents got them to drop the charges. And I still say that donkey didn’t make all of that mess in the cafeteria. Some of that was there already.”

  “Yeah, right. Look, thanks for wanting to help, but I don’t think this will work.”

  “O ye of little faith! I’m coming over, so get ready. And dig out that outfit I bought you for Christmas. You looked amazing in it. And your contacts! We’re going to fix you up and take your picture for the profile.”

  “No.”

  “I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m sick of seeing you whine around like a loser when you could totally have a hunk like Zack Toland, if you’ll only try.”

  Dexter hesitated for a moment and Candy smelled victory like a shark smells blood in the water. “I’m coming over! Get ready.”

  Within twenty minutes she was knocking on his door. He let her in against his better judgment, and she came bearing gifts.

  “What the hell are those boots?”

  “I got them for my birthday, but they’re kind of clunky for me. They’ll be perfect for your new look.”

  “What new look? Candy, this is crazy. It won’t work.”

  “It will totally work. We wear the same size shoe, courtesy of my dad’s Hobbit feet.”

  Dexter huffed. “Not just that. How are you going to transform me into a hottie whatever?

  “A hottiepatottie? We can do this. Stop being a defeatist. ”She pulled a small box of hair color from her bag.

  “Oh hell no!”

  “Oh hell yes! We’re dying your hair, so get over yourself. You’ll look adorbs with black hair and those blue eyes of yours. Now march, Mister!” She pointed to the sink.

  Dexter gave up. There was no dealing with Candy when she got in these moods. He allowed her to dye his sandy brown hair black. He even allowed her to cut it and trim it some, since she’d taken a year or two of cosmetology in high school during one of her phases when she aspired to be a hairdresser to the stars. The phase didn’t last long but she got really good at cutting hair. When she got through, she turned him around to the mirror and he was surprised at what a difference it made. He looked almost…cute.