“Be right there, guys!” What a cheery sound.
Tide leaned in and took his mouth, the kiss slow and sexy. That wasn’t helping Lance’s knees at all. It was throat clearing that had Tide pulling slowly away from the kiss.
“You two are just blazing, huh?” Jeremy noted.
Lance hid his face in his hands.
“We are.” Tide put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not ashamed of what we have together.”
“I’m not… I’m not ashamed, just… I’ve never been so public.”
“No one but Jeremy saw us, darling.” Tide kissed him softly. “And you’ll get used to it.”
“I think it’s the hardest part. The public submission.” Jeremy’s words made Lance’s belly hurt. He hadn’t known Jeremy would know about it.
Tide stroked his cheek. “You are doing so well and I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you. Trying. I’m trying.”
“I know.” Tide’s gaze lingered for a long moment before he turned to Jeremy. “I’m ready.”
Jeremy pulled a second stool up. “Your nipple’s already waiting for me, too. Good deal.”
“My boy is good to me.”
Lance knew his cheeks were flaming. The look in Tide’s eyes, though, that was even hotter.
Watching Tide get his nipple pierced was at once tougher and easier than getting his own done.
Jeremy got the marks put on and Tide looked at him. “You get to approve me, darling.”
He looked, then picked up his camera and zoomed in. “They’re good.”
The move made Tide groan. “Now I know you mean it.”
He nodded, clicking away, the visual stunning.
Tide leaned back, pushing his chest out. “Okay, Jeremy. Do it, man.”
“You got it.”
Lance shot the entire thing, frame after frame. His cock pushed hard at his zipper as the metal pierced Tide’s flesh. He groaned, forcing himself to focus, to pay attention.
“You getting it all, Lance?” Tide asked.
“I am. Every second.”
“Good. That’ll make it real for you.”
The camera was the most real it got for him. And Tide knew that.
Jeremy sprayed Tide’s pierced nipple, making Tide gasp. Lance remembered that, how good that felt.
Tide had a wild smile for him. “No wonder it made you hard.”
He nodded, just barely. It had, though. He’d ached.
“There you go. You guys know about aftercare?” Jeremy asked.
Tide nodded. “We do. They won’t get infected.”
That was a sobering thought.
“They shouldn’t, just take care of them.” Jeremy’s words didn’t make him feel tons better.
“Thanks, man.”
Jeremy gave them a wave and started cleaning down his area as they put on their shirts, Lance hissing as it brushed against his new jewelry. Tide grabbed Lance’s hand.
“How’re you feeling?” Tide asked as they went to the front, Tide pulling out his wallet.
“Little weird. Scared they’ll show through my shirt.”
“Why would that be a problem?” Tide handed over a wad of cash to the girl at the register.
“I don’t like people looking at me.” That was his job.
“You’re pretty, darling. People are going to look at you. It makes me proud, having you on my arm.”
“Oh.” That was a dear thing to say. Seriously.
Tide tilted his head and took a kiss. “Come on. Let’s get some ice cream to celebrate.”
Lance licked his lips, tasting Tide on them. “I’d like that.”
“And then we can go home and celebrate properly.”
God, Tide could sound suggestive when he wanted to. Lance ducked his chin, chuckled.
Tide slid an arm around his shoulders, guiding him down the road. “There’s a place that has baked goods and ice cream down the block.”
“Yeah. Is your gym near here?”
“Yeah, it is. You interested in going to see it?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Nervous as he was about going to a gym, he was also curious as hell about this particular gym.
“Cool. Let’s go before our ice cream.”
“Sure. Sure. You can’t see my rings, right? There’s no blood?”
Tide stopped him and looked, shook his head. “You’re good, darling. Not that anyone at the gym would be shocked.”
“Are they all… boys?”
“Yep. It’s a private gym and our membership is gay males.”
“That’s not intimidating at all….” Lance had to tease. He wasn’t a gym rat.
“You’ll be there with me, everyone will be jealous.”
Yeah, right. Jealous. If Bran and Tyrone were anything like everyone else….
They took a left at the next corner. Tide kept his arm around Lance’s shoulder as they went in. The door didn’t look like a gym. It just said Iron Eagle. Simple. Classy.
“I promise not to make you work out today,” Tide told him. “Unless you want to.”
“No. No, I’ll just look.” Make him work out?
“I’ll be jealous if you drool over the other men.”
Lance thought Tide was teasing. Still, he gave Tide a look, wide-eyed and shocked. “Like that could happen.”
“There are some very good-looking men here, fit. Stunning even.”
“They’re not you and I’ve seen a lot of men.” He’d photographed tons, none as beautiful as Tide.
Tide stopped them just inside the door and took a hard kiss.
“Tide!” Oh God. Hot.
“That’s right, darling.” Tide looked pleased with himself, dropped another quick kiss on his lips, then tugged him past the front desk and into the main room.
The place wasn’t busy, but there were a few men there, working hard. Sweating. Lance felt like a ninety-pound weakling. It didn’t look like they were working out just for show, either, showing off. These guys were studs.
“Wow.” Lance stayed close to Tide.
“Tide! Lance! Hey, guys!” Bran stood there, sweaty, hard as nails, and nearly naked.
Tide chuckled. “Looking good, Bran. What’s your master got you doing?”
“I have a huge plug with this thing inside it that moves. Weighted squats. Oh. My. God.”
Tide laughed. “That man comes up with the best routines.”
Lance just stared. What else could he do?
“Where is he?” Tide looked around. “I can’t believe he’s not here watching you very closely.”
“We’re in the private third-floor gyms. I came for a case of bottled water.”
“Oh, so he’s just showing you off.” Tide looked Bran up and down. “Can’t say I blame him. What do you think, Lance?”
“I…. Can I take your picture?”
“If my master says it’s okay, sure. Come on.” Bran grabbed a case of water, carrying it easily. “I have to take the stairs.”
“I just meant really quickly. I don’t have to sign in or be a member or something?”
“No, you’re with me. And I’m sure Tyrone will be more than happy to have you take pictures of his boy like this, but Bran is right, he can’t make that decision for his master.” Tide put a hand on the small of his back and guided him to the stairs. “We’ll watch Bran climbing the stairs.”
His cheeks were on fire, his chin ducked. Lance watched, though, didn’t he? How could he not? Bran was… pure sex.
Tyrone laughed when he saw them all. “I knew sending him downstairs would catch us some fish.”
“Good evening, Tyrone.” He didn’t know where to look. There were men being… sexual.
“Hello there, Lance. It’s good to see the two of you together.”
Tide’s arm came around his shoulders again. “Yeah. It’s good on this end too, man.”
“Master, Lance wanted to take my picture.”
“For sale?” Tyrone asked.
“No. No, of course not. He was ju
st lovely. His eyes. Excited.” Oh God.
Tyrone smiled. “He is, isn’t he? Take a few with the shorts on, then he’ll take them off and you may take as many as you like. As long as we get copies.”
“I wasn’t going to be graphic. I’m sorry.”
“Do you mind taking some that are graphic?” Tyrone asked.
“Oh. I don’t. I mean, if Bran doesn’t.”
“I’ll do whatever my master asks.” Bran beamed at him, eyes still alight and dancing with excitement.
Tide moved to stand near Tyrone.
“Do you want him doing his crunches or just standing there waiting for your direction?” Tyrone asked.
“Just do what you do.”
“Go on, Bran. Ten more as you are and then you can strip for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Bran bent his knees, started lowering himself.
It was one of the sexiest things Lance had ever seen and he brought up his camera. The distance made it easier to look, to see.
When Bran had finished his ten squats, slowly and carefully done, moaning often, Bran began stripping the tiny, tight shorts off. His heavy, pierced cock was dripping, something shiny and decorative looking at the tip. He looked so proud to be showing his body off, not shy at all.
Lance just forced himself not to watch. Just look through the lens.
Naked, Bran started the squats again, his body shining with sweat, his cock hard, leaking.
Lance clicked the shutter, over and over.
Tyrone finally spoke. “Bran. I need.”
Bran went immediately, kneeling in front of Tyrone.
Lance looked over at Tide, mouthing, “What should I do?”
“You can keep taking pictures, or you could kneel in front of me.”
His eyes went wide. What to do? What to do?
Tide kept staring at him, not telling him one way or the other what Tide wanted him to do. He felt conflicted, unnerved, and his nipples ached.
Tide wrapped a hand around his arm and tugged him close, kissing him. Thoroughly. Oh. Oh, thank you. He opened up, melting into Tide. The kiss went on and on, making his head spin. He held on, trusting in Tide’s strength, his camera dangling from his wrist.
“You want to suck me, darling?” Tide asked against his lips.
He nodded, moaning softly. God help him, he so did.
“Then do it. Make me come down your throat.” Tide’s hands were on his shoulders, pressing gently.
He handed Tide the camera, focusing only on Tide. Tide set the camera safely aside, legs spreading to give him room between them. He opened Tide’s jeans, moaning as the scent of his lover hit him.
“Sweet boy,” murmured Tide. “You make me so hot.”
He smiled, the words surrounding him like a bubble. Tide’s cock pushed at his underwear, like it was trying to get to him. He eased the cloth down, the heavy shaft hitting him in the face.
“Love your mouth,” Tide told him.
He nodded and rubbed his cheek against Tide’s shaft, inhaling deep. Tide groaned for him, the sound eager. He mouthed sweet praises that he knew Tide wouldn’t hear before he took Tide in. Tide made the best noise as his lips closed around the tip of Tide’s cock.
He worked the slit with his tongue, wanting Tide to feel it.
“Fuck!” Tide pushed in.
He opened up, sucking in a breath that made his rings rub against his shirt. Tide slowly fucked his mouth, the thick cock sliding along his tongue. He exhaled, breathing out as he took Tide in deeper. Tide’s hands dropped to his head, holding him in place. Pure heat flooded him, and he whimpered deep in his chest.
“Damn, that’s sweet.”
He looked up, right into Tide’s blue eyes. Tide gazed down at him, heat searing into him. He sucked, happiness filling him. Tide licked his lower lip, groaning loudly. All Lance could do was suck, pull steadily. He felt Tide’s cock harden further and knew it wouldn’t be long now. He reached up, pushed at Tide’s balls.
“Lance!” Tide cried out, cock slamming deep, come pouring down his throat.
The bitter salty liquid splashed against the back of his throat. He swallowed Tide down, taking it all in as Tide’s fingers slid through his hair.
“My sweet good boy,” Tide murmured.
That made him feel so good.
“Come on up, darling. I want to taste your mouth.” Tide helped him stand, pulled him up into Tide’s arms.
Tide covered his mouth, tongue pushing in. Lance’s cock was erect again. Impossible. Yet there it was, hard as nails.
Licking his lips, Tide pulled back and smiled. “Needing, Lance?”
“Always, since I met you.”
Tide beamed at him. “You want me to do you right here? With the smell of sweat and sex in the air? The sound of Tyrone and Bran fucking?”
Lance looked over, eyes wide. Oh God. Tide had one hand on his ass, the other on his cock, both moving, massaging.
“Please.” The sight of Bran, lowering and rising over Tyrone’s prick had him squirming, a little shocked, and a lot aroused.
“I’m all yours.” Tide opened his lips with another kiss.
He turned his focus to Tide and Tide alone. Tide opened Lance’s pants, hand sliding into them to touch his prick. He arched, his entire body bowing to reach for Tide’s hand.
“Love how much you want me.”
“Never knew it could be so big.” He’d never known it could be so all consuming.
“It is. It’s huge.” Tide slid his hand around to touch Lance’s hole. “Gonna be inside you.”
“Here?” God. Here.
“Yes. Here.” Tide pushed a finger into him.
He sucked in a breath, his body gripping that amazing touch. Tide wriggled his finger, sensation exploding through Lance’s nerves.
“There are rooms here with the most amazing toys,” Tide told him.
He shook his head. No. No way.
“I can give you the tour. Or Bran can.”
“Not now. Please.” He needed Tide more than anything.
“No, I meant after this.” Tide kissed him, tongue pressing into his mouth.
He opened up, pushing into Tide’s caress. Tide continued massaging his ass and his cock, driving him a little crazy.
“I…. This is so….” Wild. It was wild.
“Sexy. Fun. Exciting,” Tide offered.
“Public.”
“Private-public and that’s part of what makes it exciting.”
Lance nodded, unable to lie and argue.
Tide tugged his pants down. “It’ll be easier if you step out of them.”
“Okay. It’s okay? Legal?”
“Uh-huh. Totally.” Tide nuzzled his cock.
“I believe in you.”
“God, Bran was never that innocent. Ever,” Tyrone said.
“Fuck off, Tyrone.” Tide flipped Tyrone the bird. Then Tide helped Lance get his runners and his pants off.
“Never.” Tyrone’s voice didn’t sound mean. Tide kissed his way from Lance’s knee up his thigh to his cock.
“Oh….” Lance reached down to steady himself. Tide’s shoulders were solid beneath his palms.
Tide kissed his belly, chin nudging the tip of his cock. He swore he could feel the rough whiskers. He felt like a hero, like a king. Tide smiled up at him, fingers sliding along his hips.
“What do you want me to do now?” Lance asked, knowing he’d agree to anything.
“You want to ride me or bend over for me?”
“I want… just tell me what’s right.”
“They’re both right, but I love that you want to do it my way.” Tide stood and grabbed his ass. “You’re going to ride me, darling. You’re going to bounce on my cock until you come.”
Lance groaned, nodding. He could hear Tyrone and Bran slamming together now, but he didn’t look. Tide sat back and pulled a slim tube out of his pocket. Lube.
“You just have it?” Lance asked.
“Of course I do. I always want you. Always.
”
God, this was real? Was Tide real?
Then Tide pulled out a condom. “You put this on me while I open you up.”
He nodded and knelt down on the surprisingly giving floor.
“I can’t reach you like that.” Tide pulled him back up, hand grabbing his ass.
“I don’t understand….” What did Tide want him to do?
“You’re going to ride me. Right here, against the equipment.”
“Is it stable?” He leaned down, got the rubber on Tide.
“It is.” Tide slicked up his fingers, rubbed them along Lance’s crack.
Lance went up on tiptoe, thighs parting. From here he couldn’t help but watch Bran fuck himself on Tyrone’s prick. The sweet body moved up and down on the thick meat. It was fascinating.
One of Tide’s fingers pushed into him.
“His heart’s going to explode,” Lance said, still mesmerized.
Tide’s eyebrows drew together. “What?”
“He’s just… up and down. That’s got to be so hard.”
Tide followed his gaze. “Ah. I see.” Tide’s fingers pushed deeper, hitting his gland. “Why do you think Tyrone makes him work out so much?”
“It’s gorgeous?” Lance was a skinny minny.
“Well, yeah, it’s hot. But the main reason is so that he has the stamina.” Tide hit his gland again. “You need to pay attention here.”
“Okay. Yes. I don’t want them. I want you.”
“Good boy.” Tide smacked his ass, then pushed three fingers into him.
He groaned, the sudden heat stretching him wide.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, feel you taking me in.”
He nodded, eager. He wanted it too.
“Let me just get a little more lube going. You can add some to my cock, too.”
Tide splurted some of the slick stuff onto Lance’s fingers before pushing more into his ass. Lance wrapped his fingers around Tide’s cock, slicking it, tugging hard.
“Can’t wait for you to ride me,” murmured Tide, beginning to buck into his touch.
“Uh. Uh-huh.” God, he needed Tide. Now.
Tide settled more firmly on the bench and patted his lap. “Climb on up, darling.”
“I’ve never done it like this.”
“There’s so much you haven’t done. I want to share it all with you.” Tide helped him, bringing his legs around Tide’s waist. Their hard cocks met for a moment, slid together, then Tide was lifting him, helping him get settled over the thick heat.
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