“Warren, meet Waxen,” Sid said, and the creature reached up with one of its many hands to offer Warren a shake. “Waxen is a skilled masseuse, philosopher, and lover. He’s also a djinn.”
Waxen set the mouthpiece of his hookah on a pillow. “You might wonder what a philosopher is doing in a place like this. Truth is, I like to screw a lot and think a lot. So I went into the sex trade. Hey, the pay is great, and I get to give and receive pleasure.”
Warren grinned at the djinn’s direct manner. “You know what you want in life. That’s admirable.”
The djinn smiled. “I knew the moment I was thought into being. But that’s another story for another time.” He patted the pillows on either side of him. “Word tells me Warren is new to us. Tell me, men, how can I be of service to you today?”
Sid lounged on a pillow and Warren selected some cushions to the right of Waxen. “How much for a quick hand job / blow job combo?” Sid asked. “I’ve got to get the young werewolf to Council Headquarters before night falls above.”
Waxen rattled off a price and Sid handed him some gold coins. When Warren cast a curious glance at the coins, Sid explained, “We have our own currency, our own industries, but we do occasionally borrow from above. You’ll learn how it all works in time. For now,” he put a hand on Warren’s chest and pushed him back into the pillows, “relax and enjoy.”
Waxen cracked his knuckles, rolled his neck and shoulders, then told them both to “Lose the pants and prepare themselves for a mind blowing experience.”
Moist, cool air kissed Warren’s skin as he reclined once more atop the cushions. His cock tingled and began to stiffen in anticipation.
One of Waxen’s hands wrapped around his shaft while he used another to tease his balls. His golden fingers lightly skimmed over the delicate sac. He licked the fingers on a third hand and slipped these over Warren’s perineum, pressing hard against the small flap of skin until he let out a grunt and lifted his ass off the pillows.
“Bet you’ve never been pleasured like this before.” Waxen smiled, his fingers gliding lower to caress his ass crack and slip inside the tight canal. Warren’s rectum soon pulsed from the enjoyable probing.
“No,” he whispered, almost breathless. “I can’t say I have.”
On the other side of Waxen, Sid gave a low, throaty chuckle.
He traced a thumb under the ridge of his penis, finding that sweet spot that made Warren’s cock twitch harder. His touch elicited a moan. He nearly lost his mind as three hands worked skillfully at his groin.
His balls tightened and drew up inside him when his lover plucked at the tender flesh. The fingers at his asshole massaged up and down his crack then slithered back into his canal, where they curled and stroked his prostrate. The tiny, donut shaped gland constricted and tingled. Sighing, he pumped his hips up into the hands that pleasured him.
The fist coiled around his cock slipped up and down, up and down, but twisted as it did so, varying up the strength and speed of its grip as it moved. His lover smoothed his palm over his meaty glans, making his skin slippery with pre-cum. Then the hand descended on his penis again, only this time it wasn’t a hand at all. Warm wetness encased Warren’s cock like a glove as the palm became a golden lipped mouth.
“What the…?” He jumped and almost skidded off his pile of pillows.
“Don’t freak out,” Sid said. “This is Waxen’s specialty. Just lay back and enjoy what I’ve paid for.”
Warren did as Sid said, but he still held some reservations. However he did note the mouth was toothless, so this chased most of his worries away.
It sucked and slurped at his dick with gusto. The mouth moaned and hummed around his shaft, amping his pleasure higher still. All the while, hands still plucked and played with his balls. Slick fingers continued to brush and prod his asshole, moving deeper and deeper inside of him until his prostrate burned with the growing need for release.
The mouth deep throated him and sucked with all its might. He arched up as high as he could, his balls slapping against the bottom lip. His head rolled back on his shoulders and his eyes closed. A long tongue swept back and forth over his shaft. He could feel a fork in its center, and the tongue suddenly split in two, curling around his shaft like an ivy vine.
“Ahhhh,” he gasped as the two viney tongues tightened and vibrated. They rolled up and down his velvety skin, working the rigid muscle beneath until his cock felt so hard it would surely burst. So much enjoyable sensation flooded his groin he thought he might pass out.
One of the tongues slithered away from his cock and out of the mouth. It crawled around his scrotum and squeezed. Its tip pressed into the soft, tender flesh and swirled wet circles. The fingers in his ass pulled out long enough to let the tongue thoroughly lube them up with saliva, then slippery digits glided back into his canal, squirming and seeking to please. Then the tongue crawled over the fingers twined about his cock, licking them like a hungry dog licking its bowl clean. The touch squeezing his penis grew slick and moved faster and faster.
“I can’t…take…anymore,” Warren cried out. “I’m … gonna …cum…” He jutted his hips high into the air and semen sprayed from the tip of his cock. Waxen gave an appreciative “Nice!” as the orgasm spilled down over his knuckles. Pearly spunk spattered the multi-colored pillows.
Deep inside, his prostrate exploded with bliss. The sensation shivered through him, making his limbs tremble and then go rigid. The hands continued to pet and probe while he writhed and thrashed out his release. Only when he collapsed into his mound of pillows, breathing raggedly, did the fingers slip away from him.
“So, best blow job you ever had?” Sid stood over him, once more dressed with fingers slung through his belt loops.
Warren took a few more gulps of air before he answered. “Can’t say I’ve experienced anything like it.”
Waxen reached down and patted Warren’s semen spattered belly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
***
Read an excerpt from a sizzling Wild & Lawless release The Story of Jack & James: Jack The Lad Series by C.J. Sneere.
Jack & James
(Jack The Lad Series Part 2)
By C.J. Sneere
Jack stood in a far corner diagonal from the entrance. He lounged against the wall behind a pool table, watching the game until he spotted me. Then that crooked grin curled his face, and he maneuvered around the men playing pool, strutting toward me.
“Well, well,” he said, giving me a smoldering up and down appraisal. “Don’t you look more relaxed this time.”
Thank the god I didn’t believe in, I thought, because I was as nervous as hell.
Jack looked every inch the player I suspected him to be. Good thing I stopped off at a drug store for a fresh pack of condoms before I headed here. Hey, truth was, I didn’t really know this guy at all. Better safe than sorry had long been my motto.
His blond hair stuck up in extra-messy spikes. He wore a grey, western-style shirt open to just above his belly button, putting his hairless chest on full display. Silver hoops hung from both his ears, giving him a youthful pirate look combined with modern cowboy. Ripped blue jeans were tucked into snakeskin boots.
“Care for a game?” He twirled his pool cue and stared at me with bold desire.
Sweat beaded my forehead. Suddenly my t-shirt felt too tight, and so did my jeans. “Ummm…ahh,” I shook my head, gave a stupid grin, feeling like an idiot. “I’m not a very good player.” Boy, was there some double entendre going on there. “Terrible hand eye coordination.”
He shrugged, popped a toothpick from a square, ceramic holder on a table into his mouth. “I can give you some pointers. It’ll be fun.”
I felt a bit like a sheep being led into a den of wolves, as Jack guided me to the table encircled by men in leather, chains, denim, and t-shirts. I searched for surly sneers of unwelcome, but rather I found warm smiles and more overt sexual perusals. The lot of them were handsome. One sported an orange Mohawk.
Another was shaved bald. Others were like Jack, with spikes or shaggy, short hairstyles.
I’d never been in a place like this before, really. Never been with a group of men like this before. The reality of my naiveté, my sheltered existence, dawned on me, knocking the courage from my lungs. I almost bolted and ran, but Jack splayed a strong hand across the small of my back and pushed me toward the crowd.
“Boys, this is James. The one I was telling you about.” His voice was like honey in the ears. The smiles these men wore widened. I was introduced to four band mates and a roadie.
Handshakes were very friendly, often trailing up my arm to give a tender caress, a passionate squeeze. By the time Jack led me to where the cues hung, I was too horny and zinging with sexual excitement to do more than nod and make a choice.
Jack came up beside me and tucked a hand in the back pocket of my jeans. “Would you like me to rack ‘em?”
My ass tensed, but I willed myself to relax. I looked into his eyes, which sparkled with mischief. “Oh, sure, go ahead.” I forced a shaky smile and hoped they weren’t all laughing at my jitters.
The lead guitarist broke. He was a gorgeous, green-eyed brunette with a shag cut flipped sideways. He gave a knowing grin when he stepped back from the table to let Jack and me take our shot.
As I readied my cue and bent over the table, Jack’s arms slid over mine. His warm, lush chest pushed into my spine. I focus on the felt green top and tried not to sigh at the exquisite feel of his touch. The uninhibited part of me, the part that rarely showed, wanting to throw him on the table, rip his clothes off, and fuck him passionately. They could join in. I wouldn’t care. The more pleasure shared the better.
I shook my head to clear the lusty thoughts, but the tightening in my groin didn’t ease up much.
“Loosen up a bit,” Jack murmured in my ear, “when you set up your shot.” His lips brushed the shell and I shivered. His muscles tensed and relaxed against my skin as he helped me position my hands on the cue. His groin pressed firmly into my ass, then he stroked his hard bulge over my cheeks. By the time he moved away, I could scarcely breathe or think, never mind hit the ball.
I closed my eyes, willed my concentration to center on the shiny blue and white target. Then Jack (at least I think it was Jack) reached between my spread legs and squeezed my scrotum. I took the shot whether I was ready or not, thanks to the unexpected goose. The blue and white target went wide, hitting the white ball and sinking it in a corner pocket. I groaned and rubbed my forehead.
Green eyes smirked and crossed his legs, jutted his pelvis so his impressive bulge was noticeable. “How about a drink? You seem a bit nervous. Might help you relax.”
Three whiskey and sodas later, I felt a mellow buzz cloud over my anxiety. Jack chuckled as I slurped them back, saying if I puked on his shoes, I’d better expect to clean it up. I laughed with him. We all chatted, got to know one another a bit, then broke a new rack.
As the game ended, with green eyes as the obvious winner, I saw the Mohawk-wearing drummer locking the door. He flicked off the open sign, and I cast a curious glance at Jack.
He smiled and brushed a hand down my cheek. “If you’re not into this, we can go back to my place? Have a bit of one on one action.” He draped an arm over my shoulder and pushed his body up against mine.
I took a sip of my fourth drink and tried not to choke. My throat felt so constricted. The room was hot, and I hoped I wasn’t sweating like a pig. Why couldn’t I appear cool, confident, about the situation, like these guys.
Biting the head off my cowardice, I turned to Jack and said, “No, let’s stay. I want to taste and touch you all.” I couldn’t believe the wanton words spilled from my mouth.
Jack flashed a vulpine smile then leaned in to kiss me hungrily. He drew away to tease my top lip with his tongue, then nipped my bottom lip. I closed my eyes and let myself melt as our tongues entwined, fucked each others’ mouths with carnal fury.
Hands slid up my thighs, massaging a sensuous path toward my ramrod stiff cock. I glanced away from Jack long enough to see green eyes smiling at me. He curled fingers through my belt loops and tugged me from the stool I sat on. The two men led me toward the pool table.
Jack licked and sucked a path down my neck, stopping long enough to yank my t-shirt up and off. Green eyes dropped to his knees and nipped and kissed my inner thighs, after he slid my jeans and boxer briefs to the floor.
A new pair of strong hands massaged my back, kneading the tense muscles in my broad shoulders. Thumbs pressed into a particularly big knot between my shoulder blades, and I sighed as the tightness there released.
At the same time, green eyes flicked his tongue over the tip of my pre-cum spurting cock. He eagerly licked beneath the ridge, and I jutted my hips forward.
I heard throaty laughter as the warm hands at my back worked knots near my spine. My eyes closed and I melted like butter beneath these hot touches.
Jack flitted his tongue over my nipple, then took the hard tip between his teeth and pulled. I reached up with one hand and buried fingers in his hair. Green eyes gobbled my thick, aching cock. I moaned, cradling the back of his bobbing head with my other hand.
The lover at my back guided my legs farther apart with one of his own. Then he rubbed my balls with his quads, the light hair tickling my extra-sensitive sac. My balls tightened and pleasure shocked up through my groin. I thrust harder, faster into green eyes wonderful mouth, but he soon took it away. I gave a long groan of disappointment.
Jack slipped an arm across my sweat dampened chest. He leaned in close, whispering, “Get up on the table, pretty boy. We all want a go at you.”
My cock twitched harder and I obeyed, getting to all fours on the soft felt. Elation and terror shot shivers up my spine, made my stomach tense. I struggled to keep my breathing even, relaxed, as a combination of rough and smooth fingertips skipped over my skin. Callused and silky palms squeezed my ass, my balls, pecs, massaged my shoulders and down my back. I sighed and “ohhhhh and ahhhh” in the assault of immense sensuality.
The Mohawk-wearing drummer ran a pool cue down the length of my spine. He parted my cheeks and teased my asshole with the rounded, leather tip. “Jerry,” I heard him say, come help me get this pretty boy ready for some big cock.” The box of condoms I brought was opened and foil wrappers were handed out.
The man with a bald head and a face that looked as if it had been sculpted from marble walked to the other end of the table. I watch these men at my feet. Jerry gave me a smoldering glance before he bent his head, spread my cheeks with his large, strong hands, and licked my asshole.
I sighed and threw my head back, closing my eyes as Jerry gave me the rimming of my life. Actually, my first rimming. He tongued a path from my perineum back to my hole, then he stuck it deep in my relaxing anus. I gave a throaty moan and pushed backward into his skilled mouth. His response was to hungrily lave my asshole and crack, then he plunged one, two fingers up the throbbing opening. I bucked my hips into the finger fucking as he sucked hard on my perineum. When his mouth closed around my balls, and he swirled his tongue over the thin flesh, I let out a shriek of satisfaction. These sensations were the most amazing I’d felt in my life. I thought sex in the alley was great, but this… This was a fantasy come true, and it was even better than I’d ever imagined it would be.
The cool end of the pool cue nudged up my ass, joining those eager fingers. I breathed deep as my asshole stretched wider, my back arched farther. I zoned in on the feeling of my asshole constricting and releasing around fingers and stick, on the wet friction driving me wild. My balls were fondled, licked, sucked, and one lover tugged gently with teeth. I cried out and thrust frantically into their hands, tongue, mouths. My cock ached to be touched. So hard it hurt.
As if one lover read my mind, a hand from behind coiled around my meaty shaft and began to pump up and down. Agonizingly slow at first. A merciless tease. Then he squeezed harder and pumped faster, as the men pleasuring my anus u
pped their tempo. I raked nails across the worn felt, trying to clutch the tabletop as more ecstasy flooded me. My legs and arms strained taut and trembled. My cock felt so rigid it would split. It pulsed in the slick hand that worked me.
Jack climbed up on the pool table and knelt before me. He caressed my face and gave a sexy, crooked grin. “Prepare to be fucked hard from both ends, sweetie.”
I eagerly opened my mouth to take his fat, purple cock inside. He thrust deep between my lips. His glans brushed the back of my throat. His balls tickled my chin. I slurped at his shaft, sucked hard as he thrust faster. Hands still squeezed and massaged my stomach, my back, my ass, while the two pleasured me between my legs.
Then I felt the cue and fingers leave my throbbing asshole. One of the two men licked me from perineum to opening again, then spit on my hole. He rubbed this lube into the tender flesh, poking fingers inside my anal canal to briefly tease before he took them away once more.
Light hair on the back of strong, well muscled quads tickled my ass. I glanced over my shoulder to find green eyes had climbed up behind me, his glistening, long and extra-thick penis slapped against his flat stomach. He smiled and licked his lips when he noticed I watched.
His meaty cock parted my cheeks, and he stroked the slippery shaft up and down my crack. He ground his plump cockhead hard into my perineum, and I cried out loud and long. Then Jack brushed a hand over my face again, bringing my focus back to him. Once more, I eagerly parted my lips for his beautiful cock and gobbled it whole.
Green eyes nudged his meaty cock into my asshole. I sighed and ‘ooohhhh’ around Jack’s penis as he did so, which made Jack moan in satisfaction. He thrust deep, obviously enjoying the vibration of my mouth.
Another inch of the massive dick entered my ass. My anal walls stretched wide and greedily soaked in his slow, sensuous fucking. I tilted my ass higher, let my legs spread wider. One lover cupped my scrotum, giving the sac a gentle, incredible massage as his friend plunged his penis in and out of me. My whole body felt lit up with sensation. Every muscle seemed to quiver from the massive amount of stimuli I absorbed.
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