All In: Raising the Stakes

by Lane Hart

  "Well then, I guess you better get used to having a dry cock," I tease.

  I'd never admit to him, but I'm relieved to hear that he isn’t planning to date. If he started seeing someone, our hook ups would stop. We'd gradually stop hanging out together until his significant other demanded all of his time and attention. But I can't expect him to stick around if I keep refusing to touch him. Why he's put up with our mostly one-sided come parties for this long, I have no idea.

  I also know exactly what he's referring to concerning what a pain in the ass dating can be. Lacy, Will, and I are just comfortable and easy being together like me and Chad are. Since there's only one woman I actually want to date, I'm not gonna waste time screwing a bunch of random women who'll get all clingy and shit, wanting more than I can give.

  "So are you gonna do this or not?" Chad asks, stretched out on his back in the middle of my bed. He deserves to get off after the amazing blowjob I just got. I know I owe him this much, especially since I'm usually selfish and only give him handjobs.

  I walk over to the bedside table and grab the sex toys and lube from the top drawer before joining him on the bed. Of course I start with greasing up the smaller one.

  "Get on your hands and knees," I tell him.

  "Fuck yes," he mutters. When he's in position, I slowly begin to insert the first bullet shaped pleasure plug. Chad's head lowers and he groans softly as I push it all the way in. "More."

  "Already? You sure?" I ask.

  "Yes. Use the dildo. I can take it."

  "All right, if you say so." He wants the real deal, or as real as we ever get, other than one time several months ago. I'd woken up with my morning wood drilling into his ass after Will and Lacy spent the night in my guest room following our first foursome. I knew it was the beginning of the end when she said she wanted to sleep with Will instead of me. Of course I was happy for them, but I'd gotten so used to having Lacy with me that I didn't want to lose her. So what did I do to cope? Fucked a man. The fact that it was so damn incredible I thought my balls were gonna explode is irrelevant. I'm not the type of man who fucks other men. I'm not gay. I can't be since I love tits and pussy more than anything else in the world. But around Chad...it's like my dick gets amnesia.

  Ever since Lacy moved to Charlotte, Chad's basically taken her place. He knows what I need and I've been taking advantage of his kindness. At first I thought it was just a fling of sorts. The two of us were tired of being lonely, but didn’t want to fuck strangers. Now it's been going on for months. I've never dated a woman as long as what we're doing has been going on. Wow, with that sudden revelation I realize that I may actually care about him more than any of the women I dated in college. Probably more than anyone else ever other than Lacy. Yet, I'm still holding back, even though he doesn't.

  Shaking the thoughts from my mind, I lube up the purple replica cock, yes purple, and ease it inside him. I've never asked him to do this to me, but I can admit that I sort of see its appeal after being fingered by Chad a time or two when he blew me. I shiver just thinking about the pleasure caused by the pressure applied in just the right way to my prostate.

  "You good?" I ask.

  "Oh yeah," Chad moans, so I give him more until it's all the way in, and then leave it deep inside him.

  "How's that?" I ask.

  "Ohhh," is his response. He can't even speak in words, but it must be good since he's jerking himself off.

  Knowing from experience that it just feels better when someone else strokes your cock, and since my hand's lubed up and his isn't, I reach around, pressing my lower body into his backside while kneeling behind him, and then move his hand to take over.

  "Argh," he cries out, and his entire body trembles when I fist him. Okay, so knowing I'm the one responsible for making him feel good is sort of arousing, as my hardening cock against his ass very well proves.

  "Maybe I should tease you like you teased me," I tell him. Leaning down I graze my teeth along the sensitive side of his neck where it meets his muscular shoulder. He squirms and shivers when I run my tongue over his salty skin before pulling the dildo out and pausing my movements on his shaft.

  "Please," he groans, sounding pained, so I shove the replica shaft in and really start to fuck him with it while simultaneously jerking him.

  "Ah, God. Fuck me...harder, Joe."

  I do, and now the push and shove motions drive my full blown erection right below Chad's ass over and over again. My dick is frantically ramming against his body, searching for something to sink into. It wants, no, needs to feel the tight, warmth clenching around it. Or maybe I actually want this, to really be with him instead of just using him like I have for so long, and instead, find what both of our bodies need at the same time. I’m growing desperate. My breathing grows shallower the more aroused I become. I pull my hand away from jerking him to lube up my cock.

  "No, no, no!" he exclaims. "Don't stop...I'm right there."

  "You said you wanted it harder?"

  "Yes, fuck yes," he moans.

  "You think you can take my cock? In case you forgot, it's a helluva lot bigger than the dildo."

  He doesn't respond right away, and I'm starting to think he'll refuse, but then he finally says, "Please, Joe. I can take it." Reaching behind him, he grabs the outside of my thigh, urging me forward. It doesn't take much for him to convince me. I pull the dildo out and hold his hip for leverage before I press the tip of my cock to his puckered rim. "You're not that big-" he starts.

  With one thrust I’m in his tight canal, and there’s no turning back.

  "Oh fuck!" he shouts. "I-I was wrong."

  "Uh-huh," I mutter as my eyes close from the incredible sensation of his body squeezing around my cock. Being in him feels too damn good to be a smartass. And God I need to move. Pulling my hips back, I reach around him, fumbling to grasp his thickening shaft. I stroke toward his body at the same I shove my cock deep inside him again.

  "Argh God," he groans. He grips two handfuls of the comforter in front of him so hard I'm surprised he doesn't rip the fabric.

  "You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight." I punctuate my words with a hard thrust. Chad moans louder with each one, like he can't take much more. If he told me to stop, I'm not sure I could. "You wanted it," I remind him as I keep up the same punishing rhythm with my hand and hips.

  "Fuck yes. I want it! So...close. Harder!"

  Switching up my hold on him from his hip to bracing my hand on his shoulder, I pick up my pace with my hips but relax my fist on him.

  "You'll come...when I say you can...and only after...I come inside you."

  Chad whimpers as I fuck him harder. I made a grown-ass man whimper. "Please, Joe," he pleads, covering my hand with his, desperately trying to finish himself off. I know how bad he wants it, but the delayed gratification will make it even better. Not that I'll last much longer. My balls are drawn up tight to my body. I'm about to explode any second. And then it hits me like a freight train.

  "Ah! Ah fuck yes!" I shout before thrusting deep inside him one last time right as the cum violently erupts from me. Squeezing Chad's cock, it only takes two pumps before he groans and then his warm cum oozes over our fingers, still intertwined around him. His body shakes underneath mine before he collapses on the mattress.

  I know I'll likely regret what we just did tomorrow. Probably sooner. But damn that felt good! Nice to forget all the stress and shit of the day, the depressing stories of victims, the hectic schedule, the ever growing to-do-tomorrow list, the past that never completely fades away. The rejection of a gorgeous redhead. My Zen-like moment bursts like a bubble as soon as I hear my cell phone ring from the pants I left on the floor. Shit, Katie's witness!

  I pull out of Chad and scramble off the bed. Using my undershirt I clean the mess off my hand before finally fishing my phone out from the pile of clothes.

  "Hello? Tyler?" I ask, still out of breath.

  "Joe, what've you been doing? Running a marathon?" Tyler chuckles.

  "Any u
pdates?" I ask, ignoring his question. I’m sure a hetero alpha male like Tyler would shoot his foot off before fucking another guy. It shouldn't bother me what others would think if they knew. Gay marriage may be legal, but here in the Bible Belt most people still condemn homosexual intercourse. Deep down I know the hypocrites are idiots, and that logistically sex with a man and sex with a woman isn't that much different. Maybe my guilt stems from the fact that at the moment I like to fuck multiple people and society says I should pick one person and settle down. Well, the rest of society is missing out on some seriously incredible orgasms. And yes, of course, there's only one woman I want. Unfortunately, she doesn't want me. So, what am I supposed to do? Become a monk and hope Katie will change her mind? As depressing as it is, that may never happen, so for now I'm gonna keep fucking Lacy and Chad, the two people I care the most about in my life, and say to hell with all the guilt and embarrassment. So what if I liked fucking a man? That doesn't change who I am or anything else about me.

  Oh my God. I just fucked a man. For the second time in my life. There’s no gray, in-between area about my dick in his ass, either.

  "We found your witness” Tyler responds, snapping me out of my panicking conscience. “Jarrett had an officer head to the address we tracked her to with another copy of her subpoena and he served it on her again. She'll be there or the judge will be able to put an order for arrest out on her."

  "Great. Thanks, Ty. Seriously, I owe you."

  "Yeah, and I'm going to hold you to it one of these days." He laughs then hangs up.

  I head for the kitchen, away from Chad, to clear my head and get a glass of water while I call Katie. My dick is finally satisfied with its two orgasms, even if it feels like I sacrificed my soul for them. Evil swinging bastard. It's easier just to blame him than take responsibility for my decisions.

  In my contact list, I pull up Katie Kat and hit send. I gave her the nickname because she's so damn feisty, like a kitten. What do I do the night I finally manage to wrangle her phone number from her? Come home and fuck a man.

  "Joe?" Katie answers, the hopefulness in her voice making my chest swell.

  "She's been served in person with another subpoena by a GPD officer. She'll be there tomorrow morning, or you can ask the judge for the order to hold her in contempt and drag her ass in."

  I hear her sigh over the line before she says, "Thank God." Then there’s some sort of high pitched squealing in the background, causing me to pull the phone away from my ear.

  "What the hell was that?" I ask her.

  "Ah, nothing. I've got to go. Thanks for your help, Joe. I really appreciate it," she says, then disconnects the line.

  I smile to myself because this is definitely a step forward. The only problem is that two steps backwards is still in my bed. When I return to my room the bed’s actually empty. Then I hear the shower in the master bathroom running. What the hell, I need another one, too.

  Not only do I have a massive garden tub, but the shower is a huge glass cube with a showerhead on each end and a bench down the middle. Combined with the double sinks, it was clear this bathroom was built for a married couple so they could each have their own space.

  When I pull open the glass door and step inside, Chad does a double take over his shoulder, pausing in mid-scrub of his chest. Usually the only time I shower at the same time as him is when I want a blowjob.

  "What?" I ask when I turn on my own faucet. Even though my back's to him I can still feel his stare.

  "Nothing."

  After I turn around, he asks, "Was Tyler calling you about one of your cases?"

  "Nope. One of Katie's," I reply, unable to prevent my smile.

  "Katie's case?" he repeats with a chuckle. "You two finally manage to have a conversation more than the usual, fuck off you cocky bastard?"

  "We did."

  "So that's why you're in such a good mood tonight."

  I give a noncommittal shrug even though we both know it's bullshit. On the inside I'm giddier than I was the night I finally lost my virginity. There was no time for dating until I got to college. When I had free time instead of working my ass off for the first time in my life, I started going to the campus gym and working out. Within a few weeks I was suddenly an actual blip on girls' radar. They began approaching me, even though I was a poor, socially awkward dork with my nose always in a book even when I was running on the treadmill. It was intimidating, having never even made out with anyone, when suddenly this girl Sara took me back to my car and fucked me after our first date at the movie theater. I was a fumbling idiot, not knowing what or how to touch her. I busted a nut before she could sit all the way down on my cock. My mind was blown. All I knew was that I liked it and wanted more. Even at eighteen, I hadn't spent much time masturbating. It was hard to find the time between school and work. When my head hit the pillow for a few hours each night, I was usually too exhausted to even think about jerking off.

  Sara was thankfully patient and didn't laugh at my inexperience. She probably felt sorry for me. We dated the whole first semester of my freshman year until she went home during the Christmas break and got back together with her high school boyfriend. The only time in my life that I actually felt...connected to another human being was when I was intimate with her. So when she broke up with me, I was crushed. I didn't date anyone else for months because I couldn't imagine going through that shit all over again. Actually, that was my last –“normal” long-term relationship. The only one before the threesome I have with Lacy and Will, and the secret affair with a man.

  So yeah, even though Katie's still completely out of reach, it felt good to be able to talk to her and help her out today, showing her I'm not the asshole she thinks I am. Hell, it's great to have any sort of interaction with her even when she hurls her feisty insults at me. But I'm not getting my hopes up that she'll ever actually give me a chance. The hope is always there, just now I'm trying to be more realistic.

  "Mind if I stay tonight?" Chad asks, snapping me back to the present. The one where I'm naked, taking a shower with a man.

  "Aren't you worried someone might see your car in my driveway?" I counter, even though I don't mind him sleeping here. He hasn’t in months, not since that one weekend with Lacy and Will. We’ve both spent several weekends with them down in Charlotte.

  "You don't have any neighbors."

  "True." The closest residence is half a mile back toward town. "I don't have to spoon with you, do I?" I tease. "And Lacy always gave me shower blowjobs the mornings after she stayed with me."

  "No spooning required, only forking," he replies with a smirk. "And I'll blow you in the morning, but from now on, every time I suck your dick, you have to fuck me."

  "What?" I exclaim, slicking my wet hair back off my face. "No way."

  "It's called quid pro quo, fucker. I've tried to be patient and not rush you before you were ready, but admit it, you wanted to fuck me tonight and you liked it. You know I liked it. So what's the problem? It's time for you to stop half-assing this shit. No pun intended."

  I run my palms over my face, wiping the water away from my eyes while trying to figure out my response. "Yes, I...liked it, but I wasn't planning for this to be a repeat occurrence. Or long term."

  "Hell, I wasn't either," he says, bracing his back against his side of the shower. "But as long as I'm not seeing anyone, and you're not seeing anyone, then why not fuck instead of watch reruns of shit shows when we hang out every night?"

  "I miss having a woman," I say honestly.

  "Fuck man, I do too." He laughs. "At least Lacy would blow me. We should go to Charlotte this weekend. Is it wrong that I think her pregnant belly is hot?"

  "Can't. Well, you can go see them if you want, but I have to go to a conference. And I swear I get hard every time I think about her being knocked up with my baby."

  "Your baby?" he asks with a grin.

  "More likely my baby than your baby, statistically speaking," I reply.

  "Thank God. But it's m
ore likely Will's baby than your baby."

  "Yeah, I know." And I'm a bastard for wanting it to be mine and not his. I'll just add that to the growing list of things that make me a seriously fucked up asshole.

  "They're not gonna kick you out of their life if it's not," he says, being way more perceptive than I like.

  "Babies change things..."

  "Yeah, they do, but it could be in a good way."

  I shake my head unconvinced. Chad pushes off his side of wall, and then he's inches away from me, grabbing the back of my neck to make me look him in the eye. Until we're toe to toe, it's easy to forget he's actually a couple of inches taller than me. "They both love you, Will probably not as much as Lacy, but they do. That's not gonna change, so stop worrying."

  "I hate feeling like I'm, I don't know, an officious intermeddler in their life." The asshole smiles at me while I'm baring the concerns of my soul to him. "What?" I ask indignantly, my palms pushing against his damp chest to put space between us.

  "Sorry, it's just that you're so damn pretty that sometimes I forget how smart you are."

  His statement makes me frown even harder. "Don't call me that, and I went to law school just like you, jackass."

  "Why not? Does pretty sound too gay for you?" he asks as he comes closer, invading my personal space until my back hits the shower wall.

  "Yes," I reply.

  "God forbid we get too gay. I mean, you won't kiss me, but fucking me and letting me blow you are both fair game now."

  What the fuck is he talking about?

  "Kissing is unnecessary when we're...doing those things."

  "You kiss Lacy when you fuck her," he replies.

  "That's because she's a woman. It's sort of a requirement for them."

  "It's not just a requirement for them," he counters. "It's a requirement for any two people who get naked together."

  Why is he pushing the issue? I try to figure out how to explain it to him. "I just...I don't think it'll do anything for me. It would probably be awkward."

  "Fine," he grumbles, hands on his hips, exhaling a breath up to the ceiling. My shoulders relax, the tension in them easing knowing he's finally letting it go. I'm not sure why I've never kissed him. It just seems too...intimate. Too serious, instead of just fooling around. But then Chad says, "I'm gonna enjoy proving you wrong."