INTERLUDE II

by Stone Richards

  Rudy screamed and tried to get away—felt his muscles tense as the men began falling around him, yelling and cursing as their life’s blood splattered across the teak deck.

  In the next second a mad scramble ensued as one man tried to make his way back to the motorboat they had tied to the railing of the sail boat. One man was lying on his back; blood streaming from his gut while another held his leg and cursed.

  Rudy jerked his head toward the bulkhead to see Mark standing there, his legs braced apart, a revolver in his right hand. Rage blanketed his facial features. Determination set his chiseled jaw.

  “Take it easy! Take it easy!”

  The man who had tried to make Rudy suck his dick held up both hands, and inched his way toward the motorboat. His leg was bleeding profusely.

  Mark glared at the man and aimed the revolver at his head.

  “I’m going to count to ten and if any of you are still on my boat—“

  The two men who were wounded in the arm and leg rushed to help the one shot in the gut, to his feet. Without further argument, they dove over the side the sailboat and onto the deck of their motorboat. Yanking the rope they had tied to the sailboat loose, they sped away.

  “You’re my hero,” Rudy muttered, brushing a hand across his mouth. He gazed at Mark with grateful eyes. He pushed himself to a sitting position on the cushion. His knees felt too weak to stand. He let out a relieved breath as he realized a new sensation was building inside him. He felt aroused—aroused to the point that he was getting hard. He glanced at his crotch to see his cock growing and lengthening.

  “Danger is a turn on,” Mark said, a note of humor in his tone.

  He didn’t lower the revolver until he could no longer see the speedboat on the horizon. Then he returned to the galley. Momentarily he returned with two drinks and sat beside Rudy on the cushioned seat.

  “Here’s to a fun weekend.” Mark toasted Rudy with his glass.

  Rudy bumped his glass against Mark’s. “Here’s to sex so distracting that modern day pirates can board the boat—“

  “Hush!” Mark ordered. He grabbed Rudy by the back of the head and held him fast while he pressed his lips to his mouth. “I’m here to protect you.”

  WASHOUT

  John dumped the ice over the beer and then went to check the coals in the barbeque grill. In a few minutes his guests would be arriving. The Chinese lanterns were glowing around the pool and patio. The lounge chairs were draped in clean white towels; the cabana was stocked with extra swimsuits. He was all ready for an evening of fun.

  He chuckled to himself and skimmed one hand along his bare chest, lowering it to his crotch. He was getting hard just thinking about the games he had planned for the evening. Jed and Lance from work were due to arrive any minute and Carl would be along just as soon as he could get away from his wife. He shook his head. He’d never understand why Carl had gotten married in the first place.

  He shrugged his bare shoulders and helped himself to another cold beer. He would grill steaks for dinner and then the guys would play. He had all the toys laid out in the basement. He cupped his prick and rubbed it a little bit, bucking his hips against his hand. He was anxious to get the party started. He had abstained from sex for an entire week just in prelude to the night’s festivities.

  Jed and Lance arrived together. They worked on the dock at the shipyard. They were also roommates. Jed had a penchant for fast cars and Lance was studious, attending night school to get a degree in business management. He wanted to own his own company one day. In many ways, they were complete opposites, but perhaps that was the reason they seemed so good together. Jed could start a sentence and Lance could finish it. John welcomed them to the pool area and offered them drinks while he put the steaks on the grill.

  Carl arrived just as John was taking the steaks off the grill. He looked weary and slumped in his chair at the picnic table. Carl was married to Alice, a stripper at the Embassy Nightclub. He was a bodybuilder and often wore sleeveless shirts to call attention to his well-developed arms. He was the envy of the other guys at the party—for his physique—not his lifestyle with Alice. She was overbearing and crass—despite her sexy profession. Men flocked to the Embassy to watch her dance with the metal pole, gyrating her shapely body to the beat of the music. And Carl was at constant odds with her over her need for exhibitionism.

  They ate the meal John prepared, and then followed John to his basement. The food and the dip in the pool—along with the addition of beer—had managed to relax the men. Carl seemed to have climbed out of the funk he was in when he arrived. Jed and Lance were openly fondling each other, caressing and exchanging kisses.

  “I have a new toy for us to try out,” John announced. He crossed the basement to the pool table in the middle of the room and picked up a black leather object with two wires and clips attached to it. “Who wants to be the first to experience it?”

  Carl laughed and stepped forward. “Will it make me forget about Alice?”

  John winked at him. “Take off your clothes and lie down on the table and find out.”

  A moment’s hesitation, then Carl began to remove his clothes. The others watched as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, baring his impressive chest. He was muscular and bronzed from hours spent in the tanning beds; his male nipples were peeking out seductively from a thick spray of black hair across his chest. Powerful biceps bulged in his upper arms, belying the discipline he took with weight training.

  There was an audible gasp in the room as Carl unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans off his well-developed buttocks. Powerful thighs, swelling with bulging muscles gave way to equally muscular calves. All eyes were on the pair of white boxer shorts encasing his ass as he kicked the jeans away with one foot. Without hesitation, he hooked both thumbs in the elastic of his shorts and peeled them across his abdomen, lowering to his bushy crotch, and exposing his semi-erect prick.

  Carl laughed slightly as he tossed his underwear aside. He placed both hands on his hips and stared at the other men in the room. “The ogling turns me on,” he admitted. He lowered one hand and grasped his cock. “I’m getting hard.”

  “Get on the table,” John encouraged.

  Carl stretched out on the pool table, his hands at his sides and his feet crossed at the ankles.

  John opened a door on a nearby cabinet and removed several pieces of rope. “First we have to tie you down.”

  Jed and Lance rushed forward to assist and momentarily Carl was spread eagle on the pool table, his hands and feet securely bound.

  “He’s so hard already,” Jed exclaimed. He reached out one hand and raked his nails across Carl’s ropy abdomen, then trailed a fingertip up the incline of his rapidly hardening cock. “Your body is beautiful. Can I put my mouth on you?”

  Carl wiggled his buttocks against the table, making his cock bob. “I came to play.”

  Jed shivered with anticipation. “I simply love these games, John.” He wrapped one hand around Carl’s thick dick and lowered his mouth to its rounded head. He poked out his tongue and lathed the big prick, running his wet tongue down the length of it, then up, and then sucked the bulbous head between his lips.

  Carl sucked in a quick breath and closed his eyes. “Man! You give good head!”

  “Jed, honey,” Lance crooned. He stroked Jed’s back while he bent over the table sucking Carl’s cock. “I feel left out.” He pressed his crotch to Jed’s buttocks and slid his hands between the edge of the table and Jed’s abdomen. He poked his hands inside Jed’s Bermuda shorts and grasped his cock. “Ummm. You’re hard too.” He pulled his hands out of Jed’s shorts and released the button closure on the waistband. In the next moment, he slid the garment off Jed’s hips and down his legs, baring his lower body. He caressed Jed’s naked buttocks, bending; he planted soft kisses across his flesh. “You make me hard just thinking about pushing your sweet buttocks apart and sliding my prick inside…”

  Hurriedly, Lance stripped out of his shorts and underwe
ar. Spreading Jed’s ass cheeks, he aimed the head of his cock at Jed’s rear orifice, and lunged inside, sighing audibly with the quick entry. He began to move, pumping his hips and caressing Jed’s naked ass. Jed braced his feet apart as Lance began to move faster, thrusting rapidly into his orifice.

  Carl bucked his hips and moaned as Jed’s mouth continued to suck his prick. “I’m losing it, man! I’m losing it!”

  He let out a loud roar as orgasm bore down on him. He bucked his hips against Jed’s mouth and wrenched against the rope ties holding him fast to the table.

  Jed jerked his mouth away seconds before Carl lost his load. The white stream of semen shot into the air, splashing onto the green felt of the pool table and squirting across Jed’s clasped fist.

  “Thanks man. I needed that.” Carl lay on the table, his breath coming in short panting gasps.

  Lance thrust into Jed’s orifice with such force that Jed was pinned against the edge of the table, unable to participate in the act aside from bracing his body while Lance reached for the orgasm he sought. Finally Lance alerted the others that he was on the verge of climaxing.

  John had watched and grown hammer hard. He brought the new toy to the table where Carl laid sweating and panting, and began to attach tiny metal clips to Carl’s nipples.

  “Son-of-a-bitch! Those pinch!”

  John chuckled and lowered his hands to Carl’s soft cock. He placed a round black leather loop around his prick and encased Carl’s balls in another soft leather circle.

  “He looks like something out of a horror movie,” Jed remarked. He reached out and tugged on one of the wires connecting a clip on Carl’s nipple.

  “Oh man!” Carl breathed, wiggling his butt against the table. “I can’t explain how that feels.”

  Curious eyes turned on John.

  “The brochure said the apparatus would increase sexual pleasure.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I guess we’ll find out.”

  Carl moaned and squirmed against the table. “There’s pain…and pleasure, all at the same time. I think I’m getting hard again.”

  His cock was growing before their eyes, rising upward in his crotch with new arousal. He moaned and squirmed against the table as Jed and John tugged on the wires attached to the clips on his nipples. Lance stroked his abdomen with one hand, and then lowered to stroke the leather covering his balls. Carl’s cock grew in proportion, standing tall in his crotch, filling the area between his skin and the leather ring surrounding it.

  “God! Play some more! I’m loving it!”

  They tugged on the wires, making the clips pinch Carl’s nipples and the leather circle grow tight around his prick. Momentarily they noticed that the leather surrounding his prick was growing tighter and tighter, squeezing Carl’s rod as if a mighty fist clasped it. He bucked his hips, making the leather move around his flesh—

  “I’m jacking myself off!” Carl exclaimed. He opened his eyes and stared up at the others. “The leather is squeezing my balls to the point of pain…and the clips on my nipples are excruciating! But…it’s so fucking erotic I can hardly stand it!” He bucked his hips, lunging against the force of the leather apparatus and the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

  Semen spewed from his prick—gushing upward in a hot stream and falling across his belly. He moaned and rolled his head about on the green felt covering. His massive chest heaved with hurried pants for breath. His body was dotted with sweat.

  Momentarily, he stilled, breathing loudly into the room. The others stared down at him.

  “I want to try that,” Lance exclaimed.

  “Me too,” Jed seconded.

  HEAT WAVE

  Leslie swiped one hand across his forehead. The thermostat needed adjusted. It was hotter than the Fourth of July inside the office. He left his computer and strode to the door of his twentieth floor office. The reception area of the law firm was void of people. Elizabeth McCoy was away from her desk. Perhaps she was checking on the air conditioning. He sighed and went back to his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt as he lowered himself into the leather chair.

  He returned to the brief he was studying, but soon put it aside again because of the heat. He picked up the telephone on the corner of his desk and poked the button summoning the receptionist in the main lobby on the first floor. Maintenance needed to do something about the oppressive heat on the twentieth floor. He was becoming irate and irritable from the rise in temperature.

  He wrinkled his brow as he waited for the receptionist to pick up the phone. He had so much work to do that it wouldn’t be a good idea to take the rest of the day off. He was due in court at nine o’clock tomorrow morning. He had testimony to go over, briefs to file. He needed to work, but the heat—

  The telephone rang numerous times, and then went to the forwarding service.

  Leslie slammed the receiver down in its cradle.

  “Damn!”

  He loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. If he intended to stay there and work, he would have to shed some of his clothing in order to survive the mounting heat wave. He pulled the tie from his collar and crossed the room to hang it on a coat hook. Opening his shirt at the neck, he decided he might be more comfortable without it altogether.

  He hung his shirt on the hook with his tie and went back to his desk. Sweat stood in beads across his forehead. His hair was damp. He needed to take off more clothes. He placed one toe against the back of his heel and pushed off one shoe, then the other. Feeling his agitation rise, he stood and unbuckled his belt, then pushed his slacks down the length of his thighs, letting them bunch around his ankles.

  He sat in the leather chair and tried to gather his senses. He had never felt such heat—except for the time he had flown to South America on a business trip. The temperature was outrageous—and remained oppressive for the entire week he was abroad. He shook his head and pushed the case file he had been working on, aside. It was too hot in the office to concentrate.

  A knock sounded on his office door, jarring his senses. He was all but naked—and in his office where he conducted business. He grabbed for the slacks hanging about his ankles, only to realize he was too late to rectify things when the door suddenly opened and Sean from accounting, poked his head inside.

  Sean blinked his eyes in surprise at the sight of Leslie sitting at his desk in his underwear.

  “It’s so fucking hot!” Leslie exclaimed, throwing up both hands.

  Sean chuckled and nodded his head. He stepped inside the office and pushed the door closed. “I just came up to tell you that the whole building is empty. Everyone went home because the damn air conditioners quit. It’s hotter than hell on every floor and they have no idea when maintenance will have repairs made. You might as well call it a day.” He eyed Leslie’s bare chest, a nervous smile pulling at his lips.

  “That’s just fucking great! I have to be in court tomorrow morning and I have a ton of work to do.”

  Sean shrugged his shoulders. “I could give you a hand if—“

  Leslie gritted his teeth. He was stifling hot, the legal department had already gone home, he couldn’t get any help with researching several things that he needed for court tomorrow—he suddenly felt rage travel through his insides—and a hard-on growing between his legs.

  He looked down at his crotch, startled to see his silk boxer shorts tented with his erection. He glanced across the room at Sean.

  “I’ve never gotten aroused and mad at the same time. I have a hard-on the size of Texas.”

  Sean licked his lips and crossed the room. He stopped just short of Leslie’s desk.

  “I did that once—I was waiting at the airport and my flight kept being delayed. I got madder and madder—and there it was—a really big hard-on in my pants.” He laughed and licked his lips again, his gaze traveling over Leslie’s sweaty body. “I went in the bathroom and jacked-off. It felt so good and once I was done, I didn’t feel so anxious about h
aving to wait for my flight.”

  “Really?” Leslie cupped his erection. He didn’t make it a practice to relieve his sexual urges himself. He eyed Sean and considered making him an offer. What would the consequences be? His lawyer mind took into account his position as senior partner in the Collins-Murphy Law Firm. He couldn’t afford any bad publicity, or any risqué rumors making the rounds.

  He watched as Sean loosened his shirt collar. He was from accounting and one of the businesses that adopted casual Friday for their employees. He watched as the young man pulled the tails of his shirt from his waistband, and then unbuttoned it down the front.

  Leslie smiled and relaxed in his chair. For the first time since the inside of his office heated up, he felt as though things would work out.

  “Get comfortable, Sean. I’d offer you a drink, but all I have is bourbon.”

  “I like bourbon.”

  Sean removed his shirt and tossed it on a leather chair in front of Leslie’s desk. He stooped and untied his shoes, then stepped out of them.

  Leslie opened a drawer on his desk and took out a bottle of bourbon and two shot glasses. He poured hefty splashes into the glasses, glancing periodically at Sean as he removed his clothing. When all that remained was Sean’s shorts, he pushed one of the glasses of bourbon across his desk to him.

  Leslie picked up his glass and took a gulp, feeling the liquor burn his throat. Damn! It was good! He liked the finer things of life; good liquor, expensive cars, lavish dwellings…and sex.

  He cupped his erection. It was massive and begging for some action—male or female. He let out a long sigh. Well, there weren’t any females in the building—they had all gone home because of the heat. He slid his gaze over Sean’s lean body.

  But Sean was there…

  Sean brought the glass to his lips and drank the bourbon down as though it were water. When he finished, he sat the glass on Leslie’s desk and rose from his chair. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, he pushed them off his hips. Smiling at Leslie, he paused and let the cotton fabric hang across his erection for a moment before continuing to remove them.