Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

  “Oh….” He was swollen, tender, and it felt so good. The rubbing continued, beginning to warm him from the outside in. His sighs were turning into low, happy moans.

  “That’s it, boy. Just go with it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Tide offered him a low, pleased-sounding moan. Tide’s palms slid to the backs of his thighs, thumbs stroking his balls.

  “Pretty boy. Want you like breathing.”

  Tide’s words heated Lance, made him shiver, and then Tide’s thumbs pressed against his hole, pushed into it to open him up. His hips rolled back, just like he was a slut. Tide groaned for him, thumbs pushing deeper, the way made easy by the baby oil.

  “Oh God.” He ached and it was so fucking good.

  “Gonna take you right here.” Tide’s voice had gone husky, needy.

  “Please.” He shivered, shaking with need.

  “Stay put. I need a condom.” Tide went over to his bag, then came back, gone for maybe twenty seconds.

  It was the longest twenty seconds of Lance’s life.

  Tide’s hands were on him again immediately, like the man had to touch him. He couldn’t believe how hard he was, how much he needed. Again. Two fingers pushed into him, slick and easy.

  “Tide. Tide, it’s good. So good.”

  “That’s the idea, darling.” Tide stretched his fingers open wide, closed them again, twisting them inside Lance.

  Weird little sounds hiccupped out of him. Tide pushed deep, fingers hitting that spot inside him. His eyes flew open, his lips parted.

  “Right there, huh?” Tide pushed against it again.

  He pressed his ass back and arched his spine.

  “I wish you could see you the way I can right now,” Tide told him softly.

  “Can’t help myself.”

  “No, you’re stunning. Beautiful.” Tide pushed against his gland again.

  He moaned, that touch stealing his breath away. Another finger worked its way into him, the stretch almost what he wanted. Almost. He needed more, though.

  “Please.” He burned, deep down.

  “Needy boy.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  Tide’s fingers disappeared and his ass was swatted. “Stop apologizing for wanting me.”

  The sting surprised him, shocked him. Turned him on.

  “Mmm. Yeah, you like the spanking, Lance. You can’t hide that from me.” Tide opened the condom package and worked it down the thick length right there in front of Lance’s face so he couldn’t miss it.

  He reached out, stroked the length of it. Tide groaned and stepped closer. Lance stroked again, tip to base. It was a work of art.

  “Thought you wanted me inside you…,” Tide murmured.

  “Uh-huh.” He so did.

  “Then you’d better stop that before you make me come.”

  He nodded but touched again. Moaning, Tide began rocking, pushing the long cock along his hand. Lance pushed up on his elbows so he could get better purchase.

  “Careful. You don’t want to undo all my massage.”

  “No. No, I don’t.” And he needed that perfect prick.

  “Okay, stop.” Groaning yet again, Tide pulled away and moved to the end of the massage table. “I’m going to pull you off until you’re bent over the table, feet on the ground.”

  “’Kay….” He was achingly hard, balls heavy.

  Tide pulled so Lance was leaning over the table instead of on it, exposing his butt.

  “Pretty pink ass.” Tide rubbed it, squeezed it.

  Lance ducked his head, cheeks warming.

  “I love it,” Tide told him.

  His answer was to spread wide.

  “Such a beautiful slut.” Tide slipped his fingers into Lance, three of them opening him up.

  The words made him groan, jerk hard.

  “Can’t wait to be inside you.”

  Lance pushed back, secretly riding the burn. Tide fingerfucked him for a while, his skin going super sensitive. His toes clenched and released, over and over.

  “I know you’re ready for me now,” Tide said.

  He was suddenly empty, Tide’s fingers gone. His body reached back, begging for Tide’s touch.

  “Eager boy.” It mustn’t have been a complaint, though, because Tide pushed into him, cock thick and hot and so good as it stretched him open.

  Lance cried out from the delicious stretch.

  “Love that sound.” Tide pulled slowly out, letting Lance feel every second of drag. Then he pushed back in, just as slowly, making it last.

  “So good,” Lance called as goose bumps covered him.

  “Gonna make you shoot so hard.”

  He loved that, how Tide talked, the filthy, erotic words.

  “I want to get tested. I want you to feel my come inside you,” Tide said.

  His entire body jerked, went tight.

  “Yeah. You want that too.”

  He groaned, but he couldn’t fight his nod.

  “I know.” Tide grabbed hold of his shoulders, cock pumping in and out of him.

  God. God. So good. He bore down.

  Tide gasped. “You’re so tight.”

  He clenched harder, squeezed. Tide groaned at that, then punched in even harder. Oh fuck. He gritted his teeth, making sure Tide was having the time of his life.

  “No coming until I say so,” ordered Tide, voice hoarse.

  “Uh-huh.” Or what? You couldn’t unorgasm.

  Like he’d heard Lance’s thoughts, Tide leaned over his back. “If you don’t, I’m spanking you again.”

  His body tightened in a rush, a wild sound leaving him.

  “I haven’t said you could yet,” Tide told him.

  He didn’t know what to do, what to think. Tide fucked him harder, hitting his gland now, making him need to come so badly.

  “Gonna!” he warned.

  “Not until I say.” Tide slammed in again, then said, “Okay, come.”

  But he couldn’t. He’d waited and now he was caught. Tide grabbed his cock and squeezed the tip, hard. He screamed, his entire body convulsing as he blew his load.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Tide shouted the word out, filling the condom.

  He nodded as waves of pleasure poured through him. Tide rested against him, their bodies slick with sweat. He couldn’t stop moving, clenching and releasing, over and over.

  Tide slid a hand along his side. “Shh. Easy now.”

  “E-easy,” Lance repeated.

  “That’s right. Nice and easy.”

  “Want you to feel good.” He needed Tide to.

  “I do, darling. I so do.”

  Lance teared up, surprisingly moved.

  Tide licked his neck. “Love the taste of you.”

  “That… wow.”

  “Pretty fucking good, wasn’t it?” Tide asked.

  “God, yes. I never, not in the middle of the day.”

  “Anytime is a good time for making love.”

  “This was an amazing time.” Lance thought it was decadent and pervy and perfect.

  “That’s because you are an amazing boy.”

  Oh. Oh, that felt good.

  “Gotta come out.” Groaning, Tide slowly drew his cock out of Lance’s ass.

  His entire body shuddered, the emptiness a little overwhelming. Tide’s hand was right there in the small of his back, keeping them connected. He was embarrassingly grateful for the touch.

  Tide helped him up. “Let’s move to your bedroom, hmm?”

  “It’s little,” he warned.

  “I know, I’ve seen it. We’ll fit on the bed if we lie close, though, and I have to tell you, I want to lie close.”

  “I’d like that too.” It was no bullshit, either.

  “Come on, then. I think you need a nap, and that way we’ll already be horizontal for round two later on.”

  “I…. Thank you. I mean, for… this.” He didn’t know how to explain it.

  Tide tilted his head and kissed him softly. “It is
entirely my pleasure, Lance.”

  They headed into the bedroom, snuggling together, and it was only seconds before he was asleep.

  Chapter Eight

  TIDE HAD gone home the night before because he’d needed a change of clothes, so he and Tyrone and Bran drove to Lance’s together.

  “You’re looking very pleased with yourself,” Tyrone noted.

  Tide just grinned. Tyrone knew why he was happy.

  “So, he’s interested in the lifestyle?” Tyrone pushed.

  “Oh yeah. He’s trying hard not to admit it, but he wants the attention, the focus, he loved getting spanked, and my God, he took to fucking like a duck to water.” So needy and eager. Lance was stunning.

  “It’s one of the best parts, at the beginning. The ability to let yourself be shocked.” Bran sounded just the littlest bit wistful.

  “Are you saying you’re bored now?” Tide asked, letting one eyebrow arch up.

  “No. No, of course not. There’s things that happen now that are totally different. I mean, now I get the whole experience of pushing past limits. Now I can not worry about finding my subspace and sink into it. It’s a different level of experience, you know?”

  “Ah, yes. I think I get what you’re saying. And Lance, he worries a lot.” Tide sighed.

  “It’s a comfort for him, like the camera. Layers of protection.” Tyrone could look at it from the outside.

  “I need to strip those layers of protection.” It was what they did. He wanted to get to the real Lance, to touch Lance so deep he would always be there.

  Tyrone made a soft, wanton sound and Bran shivered.

  Tide grinned. “Maybe there’s always layers to get through.”

  “Always.” Tyrone sounded so sure.

  He laughed. Oh, he loved these two. Adored them. He gave them each a kiss and they knocked on the door.

  “Who is it?” Lance asked.

  “It’s us, Lance.”

  “What? Oh. Oh God.” The door opened, his boy there, disheveled. “I was working. Come in. Please.”

  “Working?”

  “Uh-huh. I lost track of time. Come in. Please.”

  “Developing the pictures?” Tide asked as they went in.

  “Digitally, yeah.”

  He ran his hand through Lance’s hair. “This is an adorable look.”

  “Sorry. Sorry, I need to…. I get lost in the job and suddenly it’s morning.”

  “Maybe Tyrone and Bran should get things set up while I help you get ready.” Showering together would be a dream.

  “Oh, you guys are going to think I’m the worst professional ever.”

  “I think you get lost in your work. That’s a prerequisite for an artist, isn’t it?” Tide ushered Lance toward his bathroom.

  “I… I do….” Sweet, confused boy.

  “Then we don’t think you’re the worst professional ever.” He closed Lance’s bedroom door, tugged his boy to the bathroom. There, he started stripping Lance, fingers sliding on the lovely skin.

  “You’re making me naked….” Lance was the master of the obvious this morning.

  “Showers work better that way,” Tide teased.

  “I need to work, don’t I? You’re all here.”

  “You need to get ready for the day first. Trust me, Tyrone and Bran are happy to get stuff set up—Tyrone’s got an idea for you for the next set of pictures.”

  “Does he? There are some amazing shots in the collection.”

  “You’ll have to show us what you’ve chosen so far. After we’ve showered.”

  Once Lance was naked, he took off his boy’s glasses and set them on the counter. Then he worked quickly on his own clothing. They moved into the shower, and he grabbed the bar of soap, lathering it between his hands.

  Once Lance had a moment to get himself wet, Tide stood in the spray and began to soap up all that lovely skin. Lance’s ass was still faintly red from his spanking and it made Tide moan softly to see it. Lance leaned into him, rested hard into his touches.

  “Were you really up all night long?” His boy would be tired. He’d have to make sure they had a short day today.

  “Yeah. I got busy. I can go a day or two without sleep.”

  “Not very good for you, though. I’ll have to make sure you get to sleep tonight.” He kept touching, not even really trying to soap everywhere anymore, just feeling Lance up.

  “I’m okay. I promise.”

  “I can see that. But I get to worry about you. It’s in the job description.”

  “Mmm. I like how you do your job.” Lance blushed as he spoke.

  “Cool.” He drew Lance back into the fall of water, hands moving on the slender body.

  Lance rubbed against him, hips rolling restlessly. He wrapped one hand around Lance’s ass, the other around the long, thin cock, stroking Lance slowly.

  “I didn’t, to get to sleep,” Lance told him.

  “That would be because you were working,” he teased. The real test would be at night when Lance actually went to bed. “But still, you didn’t, period, so I’m thrilled you obeyed.”

  “Thank you.”

  So pleased. So sweet. So needy.

  Tide kept working the sweet length, hand sliding up and down, thumb swiping across the tip. Lance’s lips parted, soft pants bouncing off the tiles. He pressed their mouths together, tongue licking in, Lance eager as he opened up.

  He grabbed hold of Lance’s tongue between his lips and sucked on it. The lean hips responded immediately. Lance had a good sense of rhythm, following his lead easily. He couldn’t wait to take his boy out dancing. He pushed Lance up against the wall, rubbing their bodies together.

  “Tide. Tide, please.”

  “Please what?” He wanted to hear Lance ask for it.

  “More? Can I have more?”

  “Of course you can.” He slid his hand between Lance’s legs, working his way back to the little hole. Lance spread for him, eyes closed, focus complete. He stroked Lance’s entrance, then grabbed the tube of lube Lance had in a small shower caddy, slicked his fingers up and pushed one in.

  “Oh.” Lance gasped against his lips. “Should I turn around?”

  “Not yet.” He pressed a second finger in with the first, opening Lance up.

  Lance squeezed him, gripped him back.

  “I love how much you want it.” He twisted his fingers, pushed them deeper, and watched Lance’s face so he’d know when he got that little gland.

  “Didn’t know before you,” Lance murmured.

  “Hmm?”

  “Didn’t know I wanted it.”

  “You do, though. You want it badly.”

  Lance answered with a nod, a simple, needy nod.

  “Good boy.” He turned Lance around, pushed another finger in so he was spreading Lance wide open.

  Lance’s hands landed on the tile, ass pushing out to take him.

  “That’s it, boy, ride my fingers.”

  “Tide….” Lance moved faster.

  “Right here, Lance.”

  “You say wicked things.”

  “You like it when I do that. When I tell you what I’m going to do with you.”

  Lance moaned softly, but there wasn’t an argument.

  “When I tell you about stretching you open and filling you up. First with my fingers like this, then with my cock.”

  His boy’s ass clenched tight around his fingers.

  “I’ve got a condom in my pants pocket. I’m going to get it in a minute. Put it on and spread you wide.”

  “Uh-huh. Please. Please, Tide.”

  He pushed hard, banging up against Lance’s gland. Lance cried out, fingers spread on the tile. Tide hit it a couple of times, then tugged his fingers away. “Okay, just stepping out to get the condom.”

  “Okay. Hurry back.”

  “I’m not going far.” He grabbed up his jeans from the floor, pulling the condom out of the back pocket.

  His lover had soaped up his hair, was rinsing the suds
out.

  “Is that so you don’t touch yourself?” Tide asked.

  “Yeah.” Lance looked at him. “I mean….”

  He chuckled. “Your first response was exactly what you meant.” He held out the condom. “Put it on me.”

  “Uh-huh. Yeah. Is it water safe?”

  “Yep.” He had both on him.

  Lance’s hands were clumsy, working the rubber on. Tide drew in a sharp breath and gritted his teeth. No coming while Lance tried to get the condom on, no matter how good the fumbling touches felt.

  As soon as it was on, Tide turned Lance away from him, toward the tile. He needed his boy very badly. Pressing against Lance’s hole, he slowly pushed forward.

  “Oh. Oh fuck.” That sweet swollen ring of muscles stretched for him.

  He rested his forehead against Lance’s shoulder and pushed in. He heard a low, needy sound, and Lance’s hole squeezed him. “This is the perfect place to be.”

  Lance just nodded, swallowed hard. Wrapping his hand around Lance’s cock, Tide began to rock, pushing and pulling and sending them both to the moon. His body slammed into Lance’s, skin slapping Lance’s ass. The sound was loud in the shower, and interspersed with gasps and groans as their bodies came together. It was the best kind of song.

  He found Lance’s gland, making his boy cry out. Someone had forgotten that they had company, that people were in the apartment with them. Score one for him. Closing his eyes, he kept working that spot, the intensity of the pleasure between them sharp and wonderful.

  “Please. Please, Tide. I ache.”

  “You need more, darling?” He pushed harder, faster, plunging in and out of Lance’s hole, the pleasure twisting around them and getting tighter with each thrust. He reached out and tangled their fingers together.

  Connected, they moved together like a dream and he shifted slightly, finding Lance’s gland again after a few more strokes. As soon as his boy cried out, he stayed right there, pushing Lance toward orgasm.

  “When I say, we’ll do it together.” Tide wanted Lance totally there with him.

  Lance nodded, swallowing back his low moan.

  Biting at Lance’s shoulder, he fucked that sweet ass for another minute, maybe two, but he couldn’t hold back any more than that, and he shouted out “Come” as he felt himself tipping over.

  Lance’s answer was a soft little gasp, a low cry. Tide squeezed the head of Lance’s cock as hard as he could, groaning, pleased when Lance’s ass went tight around his cock and he could smell his boy’s come filling the air.