Moving his lips to Bryce's neck, Shay began kissing and nibbling the flesh, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to send shivers coursing through Bryce's body. Again the soft moan sounded, but this time it accompanied breath against Shay's ear.
"Make love to me, Shay,” Bryce whispered. “I want to feel you inside me."
A deep groan escaped Shay before he could stop it, and his cock hardened even further. Slipping his hand down, Shay gripped Bryce's cock, finding it just as hard as his own. He clenched his fingers, and Bryce gasped and pushed his hips toward Shay's hand, silently begging for more contact. His other hand slipped down and began to unbutton Bryce's jeans. When he managed to get the zipper down and pushed aside cotton underwear, Bryce's cock fell into Shay's palm so hard and hot Shay could feel blood pumping. He pulled gently, twisting slightly with his hand.
"Oh god, Shay, so good,” Bryce panted. “Don't stop."
"Not gonna, babe.” Shay grabbed hold of Bryce's jeans and pulled them down as he moved to his knees, taking Bryce's underwear down as well. He yanked off Bryce's shoes and helped him step out of his jeans. Throwing them to the side, Shay looked up at Bryce, his cock sticking out from his belly, the tip already moist and glistening.
Desperate for a taste, Shay moved his hands up Bryce's legs to the man's ass and squeezed hard while running his tongue from the base of Bryce's cock to the tip. Gripping the base with his hand, Shay ran his tongue around the head, pausing briefly to push into Bryce's slit and taste the bitter precome. Shay trailed his tongue down Bryce's shaft and back up, following the thick vein, and then swallowed Bryce down to the base.
"Oh fuckin’ hell!” Bryce cried out, and Shay smiled even as he began to move up and down, alternating between taking Bryce far back into his throat and massaging the shaft with his tongue.
Bryce started to pump his hips, pushing in and out of Shay's mouth and Shay gave one final suck before pulling off Bryce's cock, a line of spit trailing between his mouth and the tip. As Shay stood up, he could see confusion on Bryce's face and he quickly kissed Bryce, sharing the taste of cock with him.
Shay walked Bryce backward to the bed, never letting up on the kissing. When they reached the edge, he pushed Bryce down and pulled off Bryce's shirt, revealing the gorgeous chest. Shay quickly pulled off his own clothes and moved onto the bed, settling between Bryce's legs, kissing and nuzzling the man beneath him.
Reaching for the nightstand, Shay pulled out a condom and bottle of lube, his cock getting harder and hands shaking at the thought of what was to happen. Bryce took the condom from him, opening it quickly and reaching down to Shay's cock with one hand. When Bryce pumped his hand up and down, Shay let out a deep groan and hissed as he fought down the pleasure that almost overwhelmed him. Closing his eyes and breathing deep, he pulled back from the edge.
Bryce slid the condom down Shay's cock, settling it at the base. Shay could see love and anticipation in Bryce's eyes as Bryce grabbed his own knees and pulled them up and open.
Snagging the bottle of lube, Shay snapped it open, squirted some onto his fingers and moved down to Bryce's asshole, running his fingers around the outer rim. Shay leaned down and kissed Bryce hard and fast, and slipped one finger in, moving slowly. When he reached the first knuckle, Shay paused briefly to let Bryce adjust before pushing in all the way.
"Fuck yes! Oh god yes, Shay, more."
Pulling out his finger, Shay carefully pushed back in with two fingers, stopping again at the first knuckle. When Bryce began moving his hips to take in more, Shay pressed his fingers in deep, pushing them in and out, fucking Bryce's ass. Shay's cock was so hard he didn't think he could wait much longer, but he kept control over himself, determined to make sure Bryce would be ready for him.
Bryce whimpered and begged, “Shay please, now. I need you, Shay. Please."
Shay withdrew his fingers and gripped his own cock, moving the head to Bryce's hole and pausing. Looking into Bryce's eyes, he said, “You never have to beg, baby.” And with that he pushed his cock in steadily until his balls hit Bryce's ass and he was buried as deep as he could get, driving a gasp out of Bryce. Shay paused again, letting Bryce fully adjust to his girth, and leaned over and whispered in Bryce's ear, “I love you, too."
* * * *
Bryce whimpered at Shay's declaration and as Shay began to move in and out, each time hitting Bryce's prostate, Bryce lifted his hips in a perfect rhythm, wrapping his legs around Shay's back and pulling him in deeper, deeper. The room filled with soft moans and grunts, the air thick with sweat and musk, skin hot and slick.
"Oh fuck, harder Shay, make me feel you for a week.” Bryce clutched at Shay's back, fingers slipping, blunt nails scraping. He was so hard it was almost painful, his cock rubbing between their bellies with each thrust, the friction both delicious and torturous.
Above him, Shay buried his face in the curve of Bryce's throat, his breath harsh and stuttering. “Jesus, Bryce, so good ... so fucking good.” Shay's hips snapped, and Bryce felt the tremble in the man's muscles as he pounded into Bryce even harder.
In all his life, Bryce had never felt so full, so complete. His back bowed and he slid his fingers into Shay's damp hair, moaning when he felt Shay's teeth at his collarbone, hoping Shay would leave a mark.
When Shay eased a hand between their bodies and wrapped hard, callused fingers around his cock, Bryce cried out and his spine arched so acutely that he thought it might snap. In time with his increasingly erratic thrusts, Shay moved that hand, fingers tightening and loosening, adding a little twist on every upstroke that had Bryce moaning like a five-dollar whore.
Bryce knew he wasn't going to last—it was too intense, too good, too everything. He felt his orgasm start as a tingle in the base of his spine, and it spread like wildfire through his veins and muscles. His balls pulled up tight against his body and he knew he was gone. He wanted Shay right there with him, so he squeezed down on the thick, hard cock pounding into him and heard Shay groan long and low in response.
"Gonna come, baby,” Bryce ground out. “Come with me."
"Yes!” Shay raised his head and locked his gaze on Bryce's, and like that, staring into each other's eyes, they fell over the edge. Bryce's cock pulsed, shooting come between their bodies, and he felt like the top was going to blow off his head, that his body wasn't big enough to contain the level of pleasure surging through it.
Shay grunted, the rhythm of his hips faltering, and Bryce felt the pulse of his cock as he filled the condom. When Shay collapsed, his arms seemingly incapable of holding him up any longer, Bryce caught him and held him tight as they fought to drag air into lungs no exercise regimen had ever taxed so thoroughly.
They came down slowly, murmuring soft words and inarticulate promises against each other's skin. They were hot, sticky and vaguely disgusting, but Bryce felt no inclination to move out of the arms holding him.
Bryce grinned lazily as he felt sleep creep up on him and heard Shay's breathing start to even out. No, this was right where he wanted—needed—to be.
* * * *
It was dark when they woke, the only light in the room the glow of the computer screen and the numbers on the clock by the bed. Bryce ran his hand over Shay's cooled skin, and when Shay lifted his head, Bryce smiled and brought their mouths together.
"One more thing,” Bryce said after a particularly sinful kiss.
"Yeah?” Shay asked after a brief pause, laying his head on Bryce's shoulder.
"If I ever hear you put yourself down like that again, I'm gonna kick your ass."
Shay snickered and moved in for another kiss. “You can try."
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The Taming of the Bull
by Taylor Lochland
I was so angry I could almost feel the trails of steam rising out of my ears. Charlatan. Fraud. Swindler. Those were just a few of the more polite words that came to my mind as I opened the door to the New Age shop. The overpowering scent of incense and candles almost made me
gag, and the dim lighting made it difficult for me to see. I remained by the door for a moment to let my senses adjust, and needing that moment made me angrier. By the time I'd marched to the counter, I was almost ready to leap over it to strangle the young man sitting there.
"I need to speak to Gabriel Starlight,” I growled, clenching my fists so tight my nails dug into the flesh of my palms.
The man looked up at me calmly, obviously unaffected by my negativity. “I am Gabriel Starlight. What can I do for you?"
I quickly ran my eyes over him and could understand how my mother had fallen for his scam. The guy was a little younger than me, probably in his late twenties, and quite attractive with his smile full of straight white teeth, with wavy blond hair that just touched his shoulders. I wasn't about to be taken in by his looks.
"I want a refund,” I said, slamming a small stack of papers on the counter.
"A refund? But I don't recall ever seeing you.” Gabriel thumbed through the papers. “Ah, yes. Your mother had me cast your entire family's astrological charts. You must be the Taurus son. Patrick Powers, isn't it?"
I wondered how he knew that. “Yes, I'm Patrick, but whether or not I'm the Taurus means nothing. Astrology's fake, and my mother can't afford to waste money on this bullshit."
"And because you believe it's a sham, you want me to give you a refund.” Gabriel let out a soft sigh, but otherwise an atmosphere of calm remained around him. “I'm afraid I can't do that. I put hours of work into these charts, and your mother paid for my time. Besides, you aren't my client.” He pushed the papers back toward me. “If your mother isn't satisfied with my work, she can come talk to me."
As much as it made my blood boil to admit it, the man did have a point. I'd just have to talk some sense into my mother. “Fine.” I snatched the papers and rolled them up, brandishing them like a weapon as I spoke. “I'll be back. Don't think this is over."
"Oh, I certainly hope you're right about that,” I heard him say before the door closed behind me.
* * * *
My mother refused to return to the shop.
"That young man did a fine job,” she insisted. “He nailed you perfectly. Look.” She ran a finger over my chart as she read. “It says here, ‘is highly intelligent and logical. Unfortunately, is also quite stubborn about his beliefs and opinions, and sees anything that deviates from his world-view as stupid and worthless.’ And it's for entertainment purposes anyway,” she added, pointing to the disclaimer at the bottom of the paper.
I tried to let it go, but that turned out to be impossible. The harder I tried to forget about it, the more that man invaded my thoughts. When I closed my eyes, I'd see that grinning face. That night when I couldn't sleep, I got out of bed, turned on my computer, and looked him up. It was easy to find information about him—apparently, he was rather well known in the New Age community. He had shown an affinity for astrology at a young age, and had been casting horoscopes since he was fourteen. He was now thirty-one. He'd been at it long enough.
I decided I would teach people the truth about astrology. I spent the rest of the night writing up an informational pamphlet, completely debunking the pseudoscience. As a skeptic and a science teacher, it was my duty to distribute this information to Gabriel's customers before they wasted their money. It would also give me an excuse to return to the shop without my mother, but that was a little fact I tried to banish from my mind.
I had copies of my pamphlet made and was outside the New Age shop the very next evening. Unfortunately, I didn't seem to be turning any customers away. Most people either declined to accept the paper, or they simply took a cursory glance before shoving it into a pocket or dropping it into a nearby garbage can.
I kept thinking about Gabriel, knowing he was just inside the building. At one point, I found myself looking in through the window to watch him as he consulted with a young female client. He looked up and met my gaze, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upward. He waved at me then turned his attention back to his customer. Scowling, I gathered up my things and went home.
* * * *
The next day, I kept telling myself that I wasn't going to go back and waste my time. However, that evening I found myself standing outside the store once again. Whenever I glanced inside—which I did fairly often—he would flash that damned smile, making my ears feel hot.
I finally decided to be at least partially honest with myself. I wanted to talk to him, but I just told myself that I wanted to teach him the error of his ways and help him find a more respectable line of work. Before I could decide on how to initiate the conversation, I heard the door open behind me.
"You know, most of my clients assume you're one of those religious nuts who thinks astrology's the work of the devil."
"What?” I rolled my eyes, trying to remain calm. “Pfft. Don't they even read what I give them?"
"Not really, no. Those church folks come around here about once or twice a year, but you're my first irate skeptic.” He pushed a hand back through his hair, tucking a few unruly strands behind his ears. “You guys take on astrology and other paranormal phenomenon as a whole on websites and science shows, but individually you usually leave us alone. Unless we have a television show or some such thing that draws a lot of attention."
I narrowed my eyes at him. “There's a first time for everything."
"True enough.” He shrugged and smiled. “Anyway, you don't seem to be having much luck. So why did you come back?"
I looked away. “I don't know. You're the psychic; you tell me."
"I have a theory.” Gabriel laughed. “But the psychic thing doesn't work that way.” He turned away momentarily to lock the door of the shop. “Besides, I'm not a true psychic. Just a humble astrologer and practitioner of what some would call the mystical arts. Or what others, like yourself, would mistakenly call horse shit."
"Mistakenly, huh? Whether or not you truly believe in what you're selling, it's still nonsense.” I could feel myself on the verge of getting angry again, and I did my best to control it. Still, I felt my ears getting hot again and I knew they were flushing red. Damn things always had to give me away.
Gabriel seemed to notice but tactfully avoided comment. “I'd love to chat with you. Walk with me?"
"Sure.” I nodded and fell into step beside him, carrying my remaining brochures under my arm.
"Your mother doesn't have any complaints about my work, I take it?” he asked after an uncomfortable silence.
"No.” I turned my head away and looking at the ground. “She doesn't think you did anything wrong."
"I figured.” We turned the corner into a residential area. “Why are you so opposed to what I do, anyway? Even if you don't believe in astrology, a lot of other people do. What's the harm?"
"What's the harm? It keeps people in the Dark Ages. Keeps them from learning to think critically."
"Dark Ages, huh?” I could tell that he was biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. “That's cute."
"It's not cute! Please don't condescend."
"Sorry.” Another moment of silence passed. “Forgive me if I'm way off base here, but, I'm starting to think there might be another reason you came back. Twice.” He shot me a look out of the corner of his eye.
I fell silent. I knew what he was getting at, but I still hadn't admitted it, even to myself. How could someone like him possibly intrigue me?
He stopped walking and gently but firmly gripped the wrist of my free hand. “Well?"
Finally, unable to stand the weight of his stare any longer, I spoke. “To be honest, I'm not sure. Maybe I want to study you."
"Study me,” Gabriel repeated. “Interesting way to put it."
"Wha-what do you mean by that?"
"What do you think I mean? I think you're attracted to me. For the record, I'm attracted to you, too."
I looked at the hand still holding my wrist and sighed, my resolve slowly ebbing away. “I barely know you."
"That hardly matters to
a lot of people.” Gabriel chuckled. “But if it matters to you, let's remedy the situation. I already feel like I know you based on your astrological chart.” I opened my mouth to protest that idea, but he went on before I could say anything. “Is there anything in particular you'd like to know about me?” I could feel his thumb moving in small circles over my pulse point.
"Is your last name really Starlight?"
"Of course it isn't. It's really Korzeniowski.” Gabriel made a face at the sound of his own name. “Doesn't have quite the same ring, does it? Anything else?"
"Well, I ... I looked you up online,” I said, too distracted by his touch to think of anything else to ask.
His face lit up. “Did you? I was right. You are interested in me."
"Maybe.” I knew my face reddened from the admission. Shaking my wrist free of his grip, I started walking again.
We'd only taken a few more steps when a hand squeezed my shoulder.
"You're tense. Once we get to my place, the first thing I'm going to do is teach you to relax."
I stopped and turned to face him once again. “Who said that I'm going to your place?” I cursed my heartbeat for quickening at the thought.
"I did,” Gabriel said with a shrug. He slid his hand down my back, stopping just an inch above my rear. I thought I felt it linger for a second before he removed it completely.
I shivered, not entirely from the cool night air. “What makes you think you can decide that for me?” I tried to sound indignant. Too bad my voice involuntarily raised and came out more like a squeak.
"I'm not deciding anything for you, Patrick,” he said calmly. “I'm merely stating a fact. Do you deny that you were planning on coming along if I asked?"
I had half a mind to lie and deny it. However, I couldn't deny that I was enjoying being close to him. “No. I don't deny it."
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