by Ryan Field
Jared spread his legs wider and yanked down his zipper, as if he were standing in front of a urinal. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His thick cock popped out of his jeans and slammed into Bradley’s nose. “Suck it, man. You know we both want this.” Then he smiled and ran his palm through Bradley’s hair. “You’re so fucking hot; my dick is ready to explode.”
Bradley’s eyes glazed. He opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against Jared’s wide shaft. He felt the thick vein on the bottom. It tasted salty and smelled like wet towels. He had to open his mouth wider to suck it to the back of his throat. His cheeks indented and his lips protruded. The sides of his face stretched, and he almost gagged. But he didn’t complain, and he didn’t pull back.
He closed his eyes and sucked until the sides of his face went numb. His head went back and forth, and he had to place his palms on Jared’s thighs for support. When he took a break from sucking, he wrapped his hand around the shaft and milked it a few times. Clear pre-come oozed from the head; he stuck out his tongue, licked it up, and swallowed back.
When he started jerking the shaft and sucking pre-come from the head, Jared’s right leg wobbled. He placed his palms on Bradley’s head and said, “I’m close man. But I don’t want to get off this way. Can I fuck you?”
Bradley stopped sucking him off. His head jerked, and he looked up at Jared’s face. “I don’t know,” he said.
“C’mon man,” Jared said, rubbing the top of his head. “I’ll go inside really easy. I’ve been dying to fuck you for weeks now. I’ve been fucking my pillow at night pretending it’s your ass.”
Bradley blinked. He never would have imagined that anyone would fuck a pillow, pretending that it was his ass. He’d never thought of himself that way. “How do you know I’m a bottom?”
Jared reached for his cock. He slapped it against Bradley’s cheek and laughed. “Give me a break, man. I knew your legs went up the first day I saw you.”
Bradley raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Don’t be smug,” he said.
Jared grabbed his dick and ran the head lightly across Bradley’s lips. “C’mon man,” he said. “I’m ready to fucking explode. I’m ready to fuck the cushions on this sofa.”
Bradley stood up from the sofa and sighed. “The bedroom is upstairs.” Bradley went up the staircase and Jared followed.
Jared was quiet; he let Bradley lead the way. But when they reached the bed, Jared took complete control without saying a word. It was as if he could sense what Bradley wanted him to do. First, he put his strong arms around Bradley’s shoulders and forced him down on the mattress. Then he pinned him there, pressed his lips to Bradley’s and shoved his tongue inside Bradley’s mouth. He moaned and hummed when his tongue met Bradley’s; he rolled it in circles and sucked the saliva from the corners of Bradley’s lips.
Bradley placed his hands on Jared’s strong, wide back and his body went limp. He pressed his fingertips into Jared’s muscles and groaned. When he closed his eyes, he saw flashes of colored lights blinking in the darkness. Jared’s cock pressed into his waist; his hips bucked with slow, gentle motions. It wasn’t long before Bradley’s legs went up in the air and landed around Jared’s slim hips. Then he crossed his feet at the ankle and pressed his heels into Jared’s small, hard skater-boy ass.
While they were still kissing, Jared removed Bradley’s shirt and threw it across the room. Then he pulled off Bradley’s undershirt, practically ripping it from his body. When Bradley’s chest was naked, Jared buried his face in Bradley’s neck and sucked. Bradley threw his arms over his head and closed his eyes. Jared’s rough stubble brushed against his nipple and a chill shot through his body. Jared sucked both nipples with slow and tender moves, taking turns on each one. He was young, but there was no doubt that he was an alpha male.
When Jared was finished playing with Bradley’s nipples, he lowered his head to Bradley’s waist and unfastened his pants. He pulled them down Bradley’s legs so fast it hurt his knees. Then he pulled off Bradley’s socks and shoes, yanked his pants off his legs, and tossed them to the other side of the room. Jared stared at Bradley’s naked legs and smiled. Then he spread them apart, opened his mouth, and pressed his tongue into Bradley’s crotch. Bradley had an erection by then. Jared rubbed his nose against Bradley’s white briefs and took long, deep breaths.
Bradley spread his legs wider and arched his back, waiting for Jared to pull his off his briefs, too. Bradley wanted to be naked for him; he wanted Jared to rip his underwear to shreds.
When Jared finally pulled Bradley’s briefs off, he stood up and removed his own jeans. He lingered at the foot of the bed, naked, except for his black socks.
Bradley took a shallow breath and smiled. Jared’s big dick was long and thick and curved slightly upward. Bradley noticed a drop of pre-come, so he sat up and leaned forward so he could lick it off. He stuck his tongue out fast and closed his eyes. He swallowed Jared’s pre-come and licked his lips. When he opened his eyes, he was ready to suck him off again. The thought of swallowing Jared’s entire load made his balls jump up into his sack.
But Jared reached between Bradley’s legs with his right hand, pressed his palm hard on Bradley’s ass, and shoved him up higher on the bed. He was strong, and it didn’t take much effort. When Jared removed his hand, he smiled and licked his palm. In a low, dangerous voice he said, “I’m going to open you up first with my tongue so it won’t hurt.” Then he went down between Bradley’s legs again. He shoved his tongue inside Bradley’s ass crack and swirled it in circles while Bradley moaned. Jared lapped and rubbed the lips of Bradley’s hole for such a long time, Bradley’s own dick started dripping with pre-come. His heart raced and his chest heaved.
When Jared finally lifted his head from between Bradley’s legs, he said, “Get up on your knees and bend over, man. I wanna do it from behind, so I can watch my dick slide in and out of your ass when I come. I have a condom.”
Bradley turned onto his side and followed Jared’s orders. He still couldn’t believe that a young guy like Jared was so eager to fuck him.
When Bradley was on all fours, he spread his legs and arched his back while Jared reached into his pants pocket for a lubricated condom. Then Jared covered his erection and climbed onto the mattress so he could mount Bradley from behind. First, he slapped his dick on Bradley’s ass crack a few times, and then he pressed the tip to Bradley’s slit and shoved it inside with an easy plunge.
It hurt for a moment. The pain shot through Bradley’s body and settled in his temples. His face tightened and his eyelids clenched. Even though Bradley used dildos regularly, he hadn’t actually taken big cock for a while. But the pain soon transitioned into soft, effortless pleasure.
When Jared’s big skater-boy dick was all the way inside his body, Jared said, “Get up and rest your back against my chest, so I can play with your nipples while I fuck you. You have the softest, tightest hole I’ve ever fucked. It makes me fucking drool, dude.” His voice was low.
When he said the word fuck, he bit his entire bottom lip. When Jared called him “dude,” Bradley’s dick jumped. His body went up and he leaned back into Jared’s chest. Jared’s cock was deep inside his body by then, and he could feel Jared’s pubic hairs against his smooth ass. Jared’s arms went under his, and he grabbed both nipples at the same time. He squeezed and massaged them; his massive dick filled Bradley’s wet hole.
Bradley tightened the lips of his hole around Jared’s shaft.
Jared jerked and moaned. “That feels good,” he said, “I liked that. Keep doing it. Snap my cock, dude.”
While Bradley clamped down on his shaft, Jared’s hips bucked, and his cock slid in and out of Bradley’s hole. Bradley squeezed hard each time Jared went deep then he released the pressure when Jared pulled out again. Jared was an experienced lover. But Bradley had a few talents of his own. The more he jerked Jared’s cock with his hole, the faster Jared bucked his hips. The bucking turned into slamming. And then the slamming turned into hammering so
intense, Jared’s pelvis slapped against Bradley’s skin with loud smacks. Jared clutched Bradley’s round chest muscles; he pushed them up high and squeezed them while he fucked.
Bradley lost track of time and drifted into a state of limbo. He moaned in a soft stage whisper, “Ah yeah, fuck me, Jared. Fuck me,” and didn’t even realize he was speaking.
Jared bucked his slim hips for longer than Bradley ever expected. Most of the guys that had fucked him had been in and out in minutes. But not Jared. He fucked until the bed frame moved away from the wall.
When Bradley reached the edge of climax, he grabbed his dick and said, “I’m close, Jared. Fuck me harder.”
Jared seemed to know how to control him. “I’ll fuck you into the next room, man.” Then he slammed his ass hard three times. “You like it rough?”
Bradley sighed and said, “Ah yeah, fuck me hard. Fucking split me open with that big, fucking cock.”
Jared fucked him even harder. Bradley’s head bounced and his tongue fell from his mouth.
A few minutes later, Jared let go of Bradley’s chest and he pushed him forward so that he’d be on all fours again. He grunted and said, “I’m getting close, man. I’m gonna blow soon.”
Bradley jacked himself and said, “Give it to me, Jared.”
“I’ve got a big load for you,” Jared shouted, slapping Bradley’s ass hard.
When Jared slapped his ass, Bradley came. His head went back and his mouth fell open. He arched his back, jerked his dick, and exploded all over the bed.
And while Bradley was grunting and moaning from his orgasm, Jared finally said, “I’m coming, man. I’m gonna blow my shit, man. Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah.” Then he shoved his dick all the way into Bradley’s hole and banged into his body with short, rough slams.
Bradley’s head bobbed and his eyes rolled. After Jared came, Bradley went forward and rested on his stomach. His own come was still on the bedcover and it felt cool against his flesh.
Jared fell on top of him, with his dick still deep inside Bradley’s body. Jared kissed him on the neck and continued to grind his ass. “You have a nice, tight hole,” he said.
Bradley laughed. “You’re so delicate with words.”
Jared slapped his ass again and said, “I know what I like. I’m not the most romantic guy in town, but I’m honest.”
Bradley smiled. He’d just read an article written by some dick-hating, online, romance-book reviewer about gay romance. The stupid bitch lived in some out of the way place no one would ever be familiar with, knew nothing about gay men, and yet sounded as if she were an expert in gay romance. She wouldn’t have understood this romance scene at all. But Bradley, as a gay man, understood it perfectly. Though Bradley’s experience with Jared wasn’t the weeping-cock fantasy the book reviewer wrote about, it was the most romantic thing that had ever happened to him.
For the next few minutes, Jared remained inside his ass. Then pulled his dick out and stood up at the foot of the bed. For a moment, Bradley gaped at Jared’s condom-covered dick: eight inches hanging down between his legs. The tip of the condom filled with so much come, it looked ready to burst. Then Jared yanked off the filled condom and tossed it on the floor. “Shit, my legs feel weak from fucking you so hard.”
Bradley crawled up on his knees toward the head of the bed and rested his back against the pillows. “That was unbelievable, Jared.”
Jared scratched his balls and said, “I knew you liked dick. I knew you liked getting fucked.” His big dick was shrinking and swaying between his legs.
Bradley stared at Jared’s cock and frowned, thinking he could swing from a dick like that. “I just can’t help feeling kind of weird about the fact that you’re in a relationship with someone. I feel like the town whore now.”
Jared laughed and shook a few drops of come off his dick. “You fuck like the town whore, too, with that hot ass.”
“I’m not joking. I feel really trashy now.”
Jared looked into his eyes and smiled. “I told you not to worry about that. My partner and I don’t have sex at all. We have an open agreement. He knows that I have needs that he can’t fulfill.” Then he climbed onto the bed and sidled up next to Bradley. He wrapped one hairy leg over Bradley’s thigh and one strong arm around Bradley’s shoulders. “You’re adorable and there’s nothing trashy about you. And if anyone ever says there is, I’ll beat the shit out of them.”
Bradley ran his palm down Jared’s hairy thigh and smiled. He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet aroma coming from his armpits. It was a combination of perspiration and baby powder. He reached down and cupped Jared’s balls so he could massage them for a while. They filled his palm. “I really like you,” he said.
“I like you, too,” Jared said. “Can I spend the night?” His eyes were closed and his head was resting on Bradley’s shoulder.
Bradley blinked. “Sure. You can stay as long as you want.”
Jared groaned and rested his rough chin on Bradley’s shoulder. “We can watch the movie in the morning. But first, in the morning, I’m going to do something to you that you’ll love.”
“What’s that?” Bradley asked. “Is it something romantic?”
Jared whispered, “Yeah, it’s a fucking romantic dream for someone who likes dick. I’m going to smack my big hard cock on your face and give you a morning facial. Is that romantic enough for you?”
Bradley smiled and looked up at the ceiling. It wasn’t exactly the kind of romance he’d expected, but he wasn’t going to complain. Actually, he almost pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. Then he rolled his eyes, spread his legs wider, and said, “What more could I want?”
About The Author
Ryan Field is a fiction writer who has worked in publishing for over fifteen years. He has worked as an assistant editor and editor for magazines and non-fiction publishers.
Aside from his novels, his short stories have been published in anthologies and collections by Alyson Books, Cleis Press and Starbooks Press. His short story, "Down the Basement," is part of a collection of short stories in the Lambda Award winning book, BEST GAY EROTICA 2009.
He blogs at www.ryan-field.blogspot.com
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