Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  The waiter just nodded and had moved past him towards a group of people ahead of him. Melvin watched as he moved, he noticed how his butt was rounded and would shake and how tight his pants were. But, he also noticed how many of the eyes would turn to stare at those firm ass cheeks. Then, he realized how much he wished he wasn't such a weakling and how turned on he was getting from looking at the firm butt of the waiter as he moved around.

  But, he lost sight of him many times because following him through the crowd was not easy. Luckily, though, he also found others that drew his attention. By the movements and shifting of his dick inside his own tight jeans, he could feel his attraction towards the guys. It was odd to stand there and feeling horny and not have to worry about anyone seeing his bulge.

  Then, he started to relax a little and observe more, more closely. Melvin suddenly was like a kid who entered a candy store, he saw many “options” that made him excited and got him thinking about other things too, except being careful. He surveyed around, his eyes were all over, and a few times, he saw a tall blond moving through the crowd. The way the tall guy seemed comfortable and moved from one table to another as if he knew all those people sitting on them. He looked familiar, though, in some sort of way. His hair was quite longish but had some cut part of it. Okay, layered as some would call it. The hairstyle seemed to perfectly fit the guy's head. Melvin tried to watch as he moved around and he noticed the way his upper body was etched in black by the tight and fitted shirt he was wearing.

  Melvin wished that the tall guy would turn around, then, what he had seen really made him hornier. Melvin had never felt that aroused before, well, maybe once or twice, but that was when he would think of Chester. The tall guy had the hair like Chester's, maybe that's why Melvin kept on looking at him in the crowd. Chester was Melvin's dream guy. He had it all, at least for Melvin, the looks, the voice, the body, the face. It was all enough to make Melvin horny and crazy, though at the locker room, as much as he wanted to stare, he didn't, as he simply didn't trust himself. Though, his tall guy, damn, Melvin could stare as much as he wanted and no one would surely mind and no one would call him queer of faggot

  He was already proud that he was able to enter the gay bar. Indeed, it had taken him quite some time to do so. He had walked around the block many times before he decided to pull the door open. Finally, now, he was glad that he did, as he stood there, enjoying the view of several men that paraded past him. He lost sight of the tall cute guy, though. Luckily, he found a good-looking guy who had black hair and just as cute and as hot as the tall one. He bit his lower lips as he watched the guy bend over and saw how his ass filled the jeans that looked so inviting. Then, he saw someone reach over and pat the ass, which made the guy squirm a bit. Damn, Melvin would love to have the same courage to do the same, or maybe, to have someone do it to him.

  “Oh, it's Melvin, isn't he?”

  The voice he heard baffled and shocked him. He quickly recognized it, though, or so he thought. He turned his head around to stare up into a pair of cute guys with blue eyes. The one with the long blond hair had a lock over one eye that the young guy brushed aside with a flick of his head.

  “Melvin, right? Section 2 at Lancaster High?”

  Melvin was speechless as he felt his tongue seemed to suddenly have grown and prevented him from speaking, he just gulped and then nodded. His eyes turned bigger as he looked, he felt like his whole life had just been exposed.

  “Okay, thought so, are you with anyone?”

  “Um… I'm alone.”

  “Well, that sucks, why don't you come join us at the front?”

  “Us? I mean, um… are you sure… you sure you don't mind?”

  “Fuck yeah, the more the merrier, come join us, the show is about to start!”

  Melvin just picked his beer up as he did his best to follow the tall blond. He suddenly felt hands brush past his ass and felt a few even touched his crotch though all he could imagine about was that he must have been only dreaming. But, it also felt as if his wildest dreams had suddenly come true. He continued following the tall guy, who was, in fact, Chester. His eyes never left Chester's back. For his every few steps, he would look down, stare at that perfect ass and the look back up, to see Chester moving effortlessly through the crowd. The idea they would watch a show had not yet registered. All that Melvin could think of was Chester, and he never had a hint.

  Then, he suddenly felt nervous. He thought, what if this was a trap or this was all fake, what if Chester was here to find another or two maybe, out on them? He shook his head as he tried to calm himself down. He thought that he was just being paranoid. Besides, no straight guy would come into places like this one, and stay. And then, logically, he had a table in front, no straight guy would do that, of course, he would be somewhere at the back to hide if he was just here to look in a furtive manner.

  At last, they were able to get past the crowd and came to a table with maybe five or six others around. Melvin seemed like his jaw was about to drop, he recognized all of them as they all came from the school. They all stared at him, as Chester grabbed a chair from the next empty table and placed it beside his, which seemed to be Melvin's seat.

  “Hey, you all know him? Melvin!” asked Chester.

  Then, everyone nodded, though it seemed unbelievable to him. He was skeptical whether they really knew him, although, they all greeted him cheerfully, saying hello's and hi's and flashing smiles. It was as if he was entering the hallway entrance to the locker room, where the so-called 'the crowd' always met before going inside. And now, here he was, sitting with them, around a table, in a gay bar. He funnily thought that life could either be playing one cruel trick on him or he had already died and gone to heaven.

  He got a good view of the stage as he sat down, though, better than that, he was close enough to sniff through Chester's scent. His smell, his aroma was incredulous. He could smell Chester's body wash, his shampoo, and his cologne and that seemed to just make him feel very happy. Then, of course, the physical closeness was there, he could feel his warmth too, and the strange touch of their thighs. It was the closest he had ever been to Chester and it had the strange effect on him.

  But then suddenly, he felt a reaction in his pants, it was his dick, erecting and posing a threat to burst his zipper off though Melvin didn't care. It wasn't like in the locker room where he did his best not to feel horny and affected. In this place, he felt that it would just be fine if he let himself feel, and based on his body's reaction, he certainly was already doing that. The hard-on also made him nervous as he glanced around and wondered how he had missed so much. He had no idea that these guys were gay, not once, he never suspected them. Yet, here they were, inside a gay bar. Perhaps, it had to be true.

  “Do you come here frequently?”

  He turned towards Alden and saw him already staring at him, he felt a sudden tightness in his throat. Alden was hot though he wasn't as hot as Chester, but already close, though. Alden had his arm around Mark, another of the football players. The two seemed like they were a couple, which surprised him totally.

  “Huh? No, no, this is just my first time.”

  “Do you have a boyfriend?”

  Melvin lowered his head as he replied, “me? Um, none, I mean, no one special.” He suddenly felt in the spotlight, as everyone turned their eyes on him, to watch him. His palms turned sweaty again, though he was hesitant to wipe them on his legs as they were close to Chester's.

  “Alright, leave him alone Alden, not everyone would want to be tied down to someone and chain like you do, even if that someone is cute.”

  It was immediately followed by the laughter of others around the table. Alden just grinned and patted the head of the guy next to him. The guy grinned back, and to Melvin's surprise, turned and kissed Alden full on his lips. After which, Alden just leaned back in his chair as he stared out at the other and his eyes focused on Chester.

  “Well, at least, I don't go home alone.”

  Suddenly, thei
r conversation was stopped by the sound of a drum roll. Every then turned their attention to the stage, as the spotlight now glared out and the room lights were turned off, making the surrounding dimmed even more. Then, a woman appeared on stage, it made Melvin's heart stop for a few seconds and left him confused. It wasn't what he expected to see in a gay bar, well, not until he took a closer look. It really wasn't a woman, but a cross-dresser. His voice was a clear proof of that as it sounded husky. The emcee welcome everyone to the club and proceeded to introduce the first act of the show.

  Melvin couldn't believe his eyes as a tall man slowly made his way to the stage, accompanied by a round of applause. The man was fully dressed and looked fucking hot. The emcee left the stage as the music started to play, and slowly, in rhythm with the music, the young man started to dance in a sexy and inviting manner. He gracefully danced and moved across the stage, his body really looked hot, though not as hot as Chester's.

  Then, the music's tempo got louder and faster, the dancer started to undress himself. Melvin's eyes popped even wider, his jaw dropped, though it wasn't because of the striptease in front of him, but from a sudden press of a hand on his own thigh. He licked his lips, afraid to turn around, as he felt the hand on his thigh caressing it.

  He was aware that it was Chester. Then, he felt the hand move over to rest next to his groin. His body was trembling as he continued watching the young man dance in front of them, but he was wondering about the hand on his thigh all the time. He felt the fingers press down and slowly push at his leg.

  Everyone had their eyes glued to the man dancing and striping. No one could see that under the table, Chester's hand was moving slowly towards Melvin's crotch. Then, Melvin turned his head and saw Chester was already looking at him. He saw his eyes peering at him and the lips curled into a small and warm smile. He smiled back at him, and as he did, he felt the hand move up and rest on his crotch. His body shivered and he realized how exciting it was. His forehead gradually piled up lots of sweat as he felt the hand slowly push and poke at his crotch. Melvin gulped hard as he turned away from Chester's face. He knew he would not be able to stop himself if he didn't turn away, though the hand never left his crotch.

  The hand suddenly moved up and the fingers rubbed his tummy as they pushed at his shirt. Melvin could also feel the increased pressure. His whole body was now feeling very nervous and fully awake. He felt his blood was becoming hot as it rushed everywhere inside. By the sweat dripping off his forehead, he had trouble looking ahead, as his eyes were clouded. Still, Chester continued to caress his belly.

  He felt his breathing became irregular and faster, as his lungs seemed to collapse when Chester's fingers moved under his shirt, pushed it lightly inside and let the tips rest on his skin. His chest heaved as he stared ahead, he was enjoying the attention, though he was frightened at it too. His body was shocked, but he was enjoying it.

  As the dancer continued to undress himself and discard pieces of his clothing with the music being so loud, Melvin seemed to not notice any of it. All he could do was to listen to the roaring of his heart that seemed to thunder in his ears. His body felt tensed as the hand inside of his shirt slowly moved out but began to push at his pants, to fondle with his button. As he gulped hard, he felt the button pop and his eyes grew wide as his reaction. To check if anyone else noticed what was happening between him and Chester, Melvin turned his head around. Luckily, everyone seemed to be enjoying the striptease in front.

  He felt the zipper slowly slide down a bit with his button undone. Then, as it did, the hand suddenly moved inside, completely ignoring his shorts, pushing under them as well. Now, the touch of the hand on his belly and groin was almost too much. He realized he was groaning, then he suddenly felt scared. He then looked around to see that no one was paying attention to them. Then, quickly, he glanced over at Chester, he was smiling at him and his eyes were staring at him too, then it suddenly moved off to look at the stripper. But the hand continued to push down inside of Melvin's pants. He gasped for more air as he felt the fingers seemed to be searching for something.

  Because of the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were still clouded and gave him trouble seeing the stage. Melvin wanted to wipe them off, but he was afraid to move as he felt one of Chester's fingertips touch his hard dick. He quivered, his legs shivered as the fingertip slowly rubbed along his pulsating dick. His balls were aching too, his ass was tightly clenched as Chester just slowly ran his finger along the hot flesh.

  From looking at the stage, he looked away and stared at Chester. His tongue suddenly darted out and licked his dry lips. Chester was staring at him as well, he had the intention of reaching further into Melvin's pants. The eyes were glimmering as he put his whole hand down the opened pants and the fingers reach out for his dick. The fingers wrapped around it gently. Melvin was astounded as he felt the hand around his dick and he was also stunned as he felt his body shiver. The electrifying feeling of pleasure at his first ever experience was making him drool a little.

  Then, for a second he thought he saw Alden turn and stare at them, though when he looked, Alden was resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. Alden's full attention seemed to be on the show and Melvin looked back at Chester. His eyes were staring at him as he noticed the lips were curled into a semi-smile and his nostrils were flaring. Then, Chester's hand started to slide forward slowly, then back. Melvin felt the knuckles and hard fingers press into his groin. He wanted to moan and scream, but all he could let out was a soundless whisper on his lips.

  He felt his legs numbed and one even kicked out in a spasm. He felt like a delirious person as Chester suddenly moved his hand upwards, Melvin's shorts stretched to accommodate the hand and his now hard dick. Melvin didn't have an idea of how to move even what to do, as he felt his body trembling. He knew it, his balls were aching, he felt the unusual elation that was soaring inside, and then he just closed his eyes and lips sealed. His body was no longer his to command, so he bit his lower lips to react. Melvin felt the hand pulling on his rigid skin and he felt the heat and desire as well. He let out a small sigh as he felt the sensation.

  Then, the hand suddenly held tighter and he felt his whole groin twitch and twitch again. His body was like in torment and the ache inside was almost too much, then, he realized he had to ejaculate. The idea made him open his eyes wide, he was terrified and afraid that others would be aware of it. He was feeling tense as he felt the last stream of his sperm dribbled out.

  Melvin wanted to turn around to stare at Chester though he was really scared. He felt the hand inside of his pants slowly let go. He felt the pressure of the fingers was reduced and Melvin finally was able to turn his face. His eyes turned wide again as he saw Chester take his hand out of his shorts. He stared in amazement as Chester's eyes seemed so sparkling and alive. His heart was still pounding and he still couldn't believe what had just happened. Melvin could taste the blood from his bitten lip as Chester leaned over to him and murmured into his ear.

  “I am alone at our house. See yah.” Chester then suddenly gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. Melvin turned and stared at Chester's eyes, he felt glad and delighted as he thought that, yes, dreams do come true.

  – THE END –

  High-Octane: A Bad Boy Biker Romance

  Chapter 1

  Michelle

  This was supposed to be our anniversary night. We’d been planning on going out to my favorite Chinese restaurant for weeks. I’d been calling and texting Jeffrey for the past forty-five minutes but he still had not responded. I was starting to get worried that maybe something had happened to him. But that was just too horrific for me to spend a lot of time thinking about. The thought that something could have happened to him on our third anniversary was too much for me to handle. It was the kind of horrible thing that you would hear on the news. It was the kind of horrible thing that happened to other people. The kind of thing that you thought you were immune to.

  But as I paced around our apartment in my new
black dress and heels, my mind began to go in even darker directions. Pangs of jealousy began to well up in my body. For a moment my head became dizzy and I needed to lean up against the wall to keep from falling over. Several months ago I had seen Jeffrey’s phone lying on the couch. It was weird to see his phone just sitting there like that. I had only ever seen it in his hand. He never left it out. And it wasn’t something that I paid that much attention to. We were always together unless we were working.

  He’d just been hired straight out of a law school to a prestigious firm. And I was in my third year as a teacher at one of the most sought after charter schools in NYC. The money was good but the hours were long, too long. That’s why I had been looking forward to this summer night out on the town. This was the only time of the year when I could do something like this. It was the only time of the year when I had a break from teaching.

  I would have preferred to spend these moments of freedom traveling the country or maybe even the world. But when I had brought the idea up to Jeffrey he quickly shot it down. There was too much work to be done at the firm. He couldn’t afford to take a week for some meaningless vacation. There would be plenty of time for travelling once they had really established themselves in their careers.

  It had really hurt me when he said that line about a meaningless vacation. What could possibly be meaningless about it, if we were spending time together? And that’s when I started to question the point of being in a relationship if we couldn’t even spend time together. And especially on the night that he knew was really important to me.