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by K. L. Shandwick


  My hands skated up between his legs to grab his balls, and I massaged the soft silky skin between my fingers. I felt his skin retract and tighten from the pleasure he felt and knew how much I affected him.

  “Feels fucking incredible,” he murmured and grabbed my hair tightly. In seconds he used it as leverage and controlled the fluidity of my movements as he bobbed me up and down on his cock. Each time I took him deeper, he pushed my limits a little further until he was in my throat and he held me there. My airway was completely blocked, but I trusted him, and just as I was about to fight for air he pulled himself back and right out of my mouth with a pop.

  Grinning like he’d gotten the better of me I quickly pulled his legs, his ass sticking to the granite as I shoved him onto his back and lifted his legs. I expected a bit of a protest, but he willingly spread his legs wide and gave me unhindered access to his ass. When I glanced at his tight star-shaped little hole it winked at me as a pang of pleasure pulsed in his core. It made me even more desperate to be inside him and make his body mine.

  “It’s been a long time since I did this, Rick. I’m not that experienced and I’m gonna need some prep and a truck load of lube,” he said, but smiled as he tried to look relaxed. His comments did nothing to make me feel less turned on because I knew he’d be ball-breakingly tight and it made my balls ache harder.

  “Trust me, Lennie, I’m not going in there until I know you’re ready for me, but I’m fucked if you’re leaving here today without me sampling this fine asshole of yours,” I replied shoving my face between his legs to suck one ball then the other.

  Spitting on his ass, I rolled my tongue around his puckered hole and squeaked the globes of his ass firmly and although he initially flinched like it wasn’t expected, he instantly relaxed and a groan of sheer pleasure escaped from his lungs at my touch. “Got some lube down here?” he murmured like he didn’t want to wait for some.

  “No, got any condoms?” I asked not wanting to race upstairs.

  “I’m clean and I know it’s irresponsible but fuck I want to feel your skin,” Len replied to my surprise.

  My cock almost split at the skin with those words, but I drew my head back and stretched up to full height to look over at him, “You can’t mean that.”

  “Why, have you put yourself at risk?”

  “Never, not even when I’ve been blind drunk. It’s the one thing at the forefront of my mind… and I never even did that with Jody. In all those years we never once went skin to skin, mainly because of his wife and kids, plus he was always angry when I fucked women. I’m squeaky clean, never been inside a woman or a man without wrapping up… and I get tested all the time. Have you seen the house my STD clinic guy lives in?”

  Len chuckled heartily, “Fuck it. Let’s do it,” he added recklessly.

  Suddenly running upstairs was too far and instead I reached over and opened my fridge door. Yanking out a large tub of spreadable butter I slammed it on the counter.

  “Not exactly time to be making a sandwich, is it?” Len asked as he smirked wickedly.

  “Lube… you think that’ll be enough?” I asked, keeping a straight face.

  Len chuckled and shook his head, “Bet it’s not the first time you’ve used that,” he replied, his voice sounding amused.

  “On a guy’s ass it is,” I replied with no hint of humor in mine.

  Flicking the lid off, I took a generous scoop with my finger and smeared some on his balls and a generous dollop on the crease of his ass, then I went to town licking and sucking it off again. Len’s thighs were covered in goose bumps, his hand gripped his shaft tight and he stroked it slowly as he made various erotic sounds and soft gasps for air.

  Taking another scoop of butter, I massaged it slowly around his hole then gently pushed against the tight ring of muscle until the tip of my finger weakened his resistance and it slipped inside. Len tensed for a second then I felt his body yield as he moaned. Tilting his hips away from my hand made my finger sink further and Lennon smiled when I looked up at him.

  “Tight. I may well pass out when my cock gets in here.” I said as pre-cum dripped from my slit in anticipation.

  Len’s eyes were drunk with lust, but he still managed a comeback. “Hope not, I can just see the tabloid headlines, 'Rick hauls ass in ambulance truck when his dick gets stuck in a fuck'.”

  I cracked up laughing, “How the hell can you think of something like that with a finger up your ass?”

  “I don’t know, maybe you inspire me.” I laughed loudly and must have moved my hand because Len winced. It immediately brought my focus back to what we were doing. I worked my finger back and forth then circled to stretch a little. When he looked comfortable, I added another digit and continued to massage and stretch him until he was ready to receive me.

  When I pulled my fingers out Len rolled off the counter, moved over to the living area and down on a large area rug. I grabbed the butter and followed him to the floor, my cock straining for action. Even though Len was proactive about me topping him I could see the apprehension in the way his shoulders hunched when I knelt down beside him.

  “I know the drill, Len. I’m not gonna destroy your asshole first time out,” I offered in reassurance. Len let out a breath he’d been holding.

  “Never thought you would, it’s just been a long time, you know?”

  “I do, and you can trust me. I may get a bit freakish at times but that’s usually because the women I’m with demand it. I know how to read people despite what everyone thinks.”

  Len nodded and then gestured to the butter, "best lather your cock some before you put that beast anywhere near me,” he replied sounding braver than I think he felt.

  “Fuck, it’s so slippery. If this doesn’t grease my path nothing will,” I replied, applying it to my cock.

  “It’s my path I’m worried about,” Len said in a half chuckle.

  His laughter died on his lips when I drew my thick lubricated head down the crease of his ass and smacked one cheek for good measure. “Damn,” he muttered and spread his legs wider.

  “You want to go on your knees?”

  “Nah, I’d rather look at you when you enter me.” For a moment everything stopped. His comment floored me and for a moment I felt exposed. It was different to the naked kind of exposed, more as if he could see the hope that was circling inside my head.

  I nudged my cock at his entrance, gripped the base of my shaft, and applied steady gentle, but firm pressure. When I pressed my forehead to his I felt him yield beneath me and the head of my cock entered him. The sensation stole my breath as I heard Lennie hiss and I stilled half inside him.

  “You okay?” I asked as I searched Len’s eyes with concern.

  Staring back, unsmiling, he murmured, “Yeah, keep going.”

  Taking his mouth, I kissed him slow and applied greater pressure from my hips until my balls softly slapped against his ass. I exhaled shakily through my nose, but didn’t break the kiss because it was different from any other kiss I’d ever had. I kissed him with care and consideration as I slid back and sunk deep again. I recognized the moment when he gave over to the feel of me inside him and began to enjoy feeling me taking him over and over.

  The connection I had with him in that moment was much deeper than those of lust. It gave me emotional thoughts about him I didn’t dare to entertain because the notion of those thoughts scared me.

  For several minutes we took it slow until Len began to grip my thighs and arch himself closer. Fisting his cock, he pulled at the same slower speed as I fucked him, and I saw the moment he became lost to me, his teeth biting his lower lip in concentration as his eyes rolled back in his head and closed.

  “Get your eyes open,” I ordered.

  “I’m gonna come,” he muttered as he worked his cock faster and as soon as I heard those words my balls crept up and tightened and the skin around them shrunk to the point where my balls felt too big for the sac.

  “Do it,” I demanded because I was a
lmost ready to lose it and I wanted to watch him come first. Len stared up at me, his mouth forming a huge 'O' as I took hold of his cock and jerked it myself. Immediately his asshole clenched and released almost breaking my dick in half right before long threads of cum shot out and onto my abs covering me with his seed.

  Experiencing the amazing sight of Len going over the edge carried me through to my own release. Wave after wave of my pulsating heady orgasm stripped the last of my energy from me and as I collapsed over Len, my cock slipped slowly out of him. Breathless and panting in short irregular breaths I looked at his sweat covered brow and grinned wide in delight for the moment we’d both shared.

  Len rolled on his side and faced me, moving my hair from my face, “There’s no going back from this, Rick, what we just did—it was everything I’ve ever imagined it would be and then some,” he murmured, then he cupped my face, and brought his lips to mine.

  His unguarded comment was everything I’d wanted to hear. I knew what we’d shared was another shift between us and I had no doubt as to his sincerity, but a small nagging doubt crept into the works because I knew despite what Len told me, his relationship with Coral was central to us finding a compromise.

  The last thing I wanted was to wreck what they had, and at that particular moment I had no answers to our dilemma. All I knew was I wanted Lennie. Lennie obviously wanted me, and Coral wanted us both… but the rub of it all was she didn’t want Len and I to have each other. Pity we can’t always get what we want.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Interruptions

  “Why don’t you come with?” Len asked as he shrugged himself into his leather jacket with a reluctant look on his face. He was meeting up with his band and some of the Crakt Soundzz guys at another of the clubs they used to play at. Lou, XrAid’s old manager had talked Lily, Lennon, and the rest of their band into a short, unplugged session as a surprise for one of his lady friend’s birthdays.

  “Not tonight, Lennie; to be honest I want some time to process,” I replied, needing a little time to myself.

  “We’ll only be up for forty-five minutes at the most,” he said as he tried again to persuade me.

  I wandered over next to him and straightened his jacket collar. I found the clean smell of him with his fresh body wash and shampoo infinitely appealing.

  “Go. Before I drag you off to my bed and destroy what’s left of that tight ass of yours,” I threatened playfully.

  Len snickered bashfully and looked at the ground in a moment of shyness that I’d seen a few times before and I hooked my finger under his chin and lifted his face to look into his eyes.

  “I had an awesome time today,” I informed him with a slow smile.

  “Me too… and I’m gonna tell Corrie when she calls,” he offered in reassurance.

  “I’m serious, Lennon. Sort it out or don’t come back. I really like you, but you know me well enough to know I don’t need the drama. Plenty of pussy out there waiting to be tapped. Coral isn’t the only woman on my horizon,” I added for good measure.

  I knew I sounded harsh, but I’d been burned twice in my life. Both times I’d committed and both times I was left on my own. Two strikes were hard to bear, three and I’d blame myself for the rest of my life.

  My heartstrings tugged when Len glanced back with hurt in his eyes, “I promise, Rick. No games. As soon as we’re done tonight I’m on it.” Our faces were only inches away and without another word he closed the space between us. He pressed his mouth to mine and paused for a second then kissed me like it may be for the last time. At the time I thought maybe it could have been.

  Ten minutes after he should have gone Len finally left the penthouse. Grabbing a cold beer and the Chinese takeout menu from the pocket of menus by a kitchen cabinet I ordered some food. After arranging delivery of enough food to feed a family of five, I settled down with the TV remote and tried to chill out, but I was still distracted and ended up mulling over everything that had happened with Lennie and Coral during the previous few weeks.

  Personally, they’d been some of the most difficult of my life. There had only been one other time when I had felt a similar low. I pushed that thought aside, the pain of that experience too raw even after all the years that had passed.

  I focused my mind on more recent times, like when I broke up with Jody, which had led on to my thoughts of what happened with Coral and Lennon. Being a showman, I had learned not to display my feelings in the open, but that didn’t mean I never had any. The best I could hope for after my intimate session with Lennie was for neither of us to have any regrets.

  Dinner was palatable and the action movie I'd watched, although not as exciting as billed, had held my interest. As soon as it finished though, I was restless and felt out of sorts. A nagging doubt—not about Lennie, but about his girl—persisted.

  It gnawed at my gut and I figured Coral wouldn’t budge. Suddenly I clung to the words Len had said to me about there being no going back, but I knew from past experiences life has claws.

  Ironically, I could see things from Coral’s point of view. She hadn’t lived the lifestyle Lennon and I had and her focus had been solely on Lennon for the longest time. Unfortunately for her, with her insistence of fulfilling a fantasy she’d opened a proverbial can of worms.

  For a genuinely sweet girl on the outside, I believed Coral had a darker, kinkier side, otherwise she’d never have pushed Len and I into doing her together. That last thought was the one that made me a little perkier because if she’d done it twice like she had, and enjoyed it, then the door may have temporarily closed when she went home, but it wasn’t yet bolted.

  With nothing else to do, I headed upstairs to bed because I’d barely had four hours sleep in the previous thirty-six. Since I’d eaten, I’d felt drowsy and exhausted, and I’d been laid a fair few times in less than a day, so as rare as it was I was tucked up in bed by 10 pm.

  Faint buzzing dragged me to consciousness as a buzzer sounded in the distance, then I realized it was the front desk intercom. It stopped, and I lay listening for a few seconds then rolled over, turning my pillow, and relishing in the cold side before the buzzing began again. I glanced at the clock, it was 1am.

  “For fuck’s sake,” I grumbled as I had to get out of the bed to press the button to answer as it was placed by the bedroom door. “This better be fucking life or death,” I warned.

  “There’s a woman down here who insists I wake you. She says her name is Coral Wilkinson and she’s a friend of yours. I told her to go away but she had a picture of the two of you on her phone, and she insisted I wouldn’t be in trouble if I woke you.”

  Confusion reigned for the first couple of minutes, then I connected the dots. Coral obviously didn’t leave like Lennon thought she had and for some strange reason instead of going home to him she’d turned up at my place.

  “Send her up.” I scrubbed my hand down my face anticipating more drama and pulled on a bathrobe, and as I reached the bottom of the stairs the doorbell chimed. When I opened it, Coral appeared distressed as she searched past me, obviously looking for Lennie.

  “He’s not here,” I said putting her out of her misery.

  “No? I don’t believe you,” she replied with panic in her voice as she ran up the stairs to my bedroom.

  I strolled around to the coffee pot and set up a fresh batch to brew then I walked over to the sofa and sat down. Coral came to the top of the landing when she didn’t find Len upstairs. “Has he been here?” she asked quietly.

  “He has,” I replied not willing to lie about what had happened between us.

  Trotting down the stairs she came over and stood in front of me with a look of panic in her eyes. “He did? And did you…”

  “Look, take a seat, sweetheart,” I offered and gestured at the sofa beside me. Coral reluctantly sat, nervously twisting a ring on her middle finger. I didn’t want to hurt her, neither did Len, but telling her the truth was the right thing to do.

  “You didn’t answer,�
� she said, quietly.

  “You didn’t finish your question,” I pointed out because I wanted her to spell out for me exactly what she wanted to know.

  “Did you sleep with him?” Her eyes ticked back and forth across my face waiting for me to reply, and I knew when I did she’d either cry or be furious.

  “What’s the difference whether there are two of us or three, Coral? You pushed for this to happen,” I reminded her gently.

  “No. I wanted both of you to fuck me. Not each other. This isn’t what Len is… or what you are. Neither of you are gay men,” she stated categorically as she shook her head.

  “Sometimes the lines are blurred, sweetheart. Sometimes normal rules don’t apply, and we get more than we bargained for when we make wishes.

  I leaned forward and wiped a tear from her cheek. She wiped at her other cheek as if she had just realized she was crying. “For years I had many breathless moments when Lennon looked at me. Sometimes he’d stare at me like I was his prey, like he was about to devour me. There were more than a few times when I thought he was going to propose—to finally make me his. Do you know how that feels to wait, then to wait some more?” I did—with Jody.

  “And now you know why you’ve been waiting. Can’t you see the positive in that?”

  “What’s positive about my guy wanting someone I can’t even begin to compete with?”

  “You don’t have to compete. Until now Lennie has had an open relationship with you, yes? I mean you’ve not been exclusive?”

  “I’ve been exclusive to him, but he had other…” Coral broke down in tears and I pulled her into my chest.

  “There, sweetheart. Come on now, I know this isn’t easy,” I said, sympathetically. “I’ve spoken at length to Len about your situation. He loves you, you can count on that. Until now he’s refused to commit to you because of feelings he’s suppressed until we were all together.”

 

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