by G. A. Hauser
“You’re calling me a bottom? Are you implying you plan on screwing me in your car?”
“It’s too cold and windy to fuck you out there.” Pete pushed David’s shirt high on his chest. The excitement in him was beginning to make him feel uninhibited and out of control. A feeling he liked very much. Leaning upright, Pete took a moment to see what exactly he had in his car with him. He was very pleasantly surprised. “Wow! Look at you. Jesus, David. Nice!”
David's naked chest shimmered like silk in the dim light of the emergency beacon.
Unable to resist, Pete lowered to lick his nipple. David moaned and began to writhe on the seat. Turned on by David’s cologne and the scent of his pits, Pete lapped his way to the hair under David’s arm shoving his clothing back and going for a deep inhale. “Intoxicating.” He licked at him hungrily.
“Oh! Ah!” David arched his back and shivered. “Yes. I love it when men lick me there.”
“How did I know?” Pete chuckled, continuing to lap under his arm and digging his fingers into David’s slacks beneath his belt.
“If you make me come in my suit trousers I’ll be pissed off.”
“Hold on.”
“With you licking me and teasing me? Are you insane?” David bucked his hips.
“I’ll get there. Be patient.”
David let out a pathetic moan.
“The power’s going to be out forever and we’re stuck here at the moment. Let’s just take our time and play.” Pete lapped his way to David’s nipple again. “I need you naked.”
“Naked? In a car? In the parking garage of our office? Man, you have lost your mind.”
Pete leaned up and unbuttoned David’s shirt, loosening his necktie. “In the dark, in the storm, in a power outage. Stop whining. You do sound like a woman.”
“Brute.” David pouted out his bottom lip in exaggeration.
“I haven’t even started my conquest of your fantastic body yet.” Pete slid David’s tie out of his collar and parted his open shirt over his chest. “Better.” Just the sight of David’s spectacular physique made Pete crazy for him.
“Am I the only one expected to be exposed here?”
“Nope.” Pete took off his suit jacket in the tight space and tossed it onto the back seat. His tie and shirt disappeared next. “Okay?” He sat up and gestured to his nakedness.
“More than okay.” David smoothed his hands over Pete’s chest in excitement.
Dying to get down and dirty with a man as pretty as David, Pete kicked off his shoes, reaching for David’s next. They were dropped to the floor of the car with a thud.
“I’m freaking.” David panted anxiously.
“Don’t worry. I’m here to protect you from the storm, baby.” Thinking David was adorable in his damsel in distress act, Pete petted David’s dark hair.
“No, not that, you dildo! I mean, what if someone sees us.”
“No one will see. Besides, what’s wrong with giving someone a little show? Huh? Guys pay good money to see live sex acts.” Pete went back to licking David’s armpit.
“Ah! I love that!” David squirmed.
Happy to get his mind off his paranoia and back on their sex, Pete crooned, “Mm you smell good,” and rubbed his face into David’s pit, sniffing deeply.
“New deodorant. Supposed to turn the women on.” David moaned and pushed his hips up into Pete’s.
“Ha.” Pete laughed at the irony. “It’s turning me on.” He opened David’s belt with one hand. “Can’t wait to feel your cock. Cut?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Yup.”
“Good.”
“Ditto.” Pete dipped his hand into David’s briefs. It was already damp with his pre-cum. As Pete ran his fingers over his prick, he was impressed. “Nice! Man! Eight inches?”
“Just over,” David purred proudly.
“You hot motherfucker!” Pete slid his palm over and around David’s length suddenly going wild for him.
“You’re making my ass pucker. You better have condoms and lube.”
“I do. In the glove. But I ain’t ready yet, lawyer.” Pete exposed the head of David’s cock from his dark briefs. “Gorgeous! What a cock.” Pete felt his own pulsating like mad.
“Christ, I’m so fucking horny.” David worked his hips up and down into Pete’s hand.
“I want to savor you all night.” Pete licked David’s lips teasingly. David moaned and opened his mouth.
While he stroked David’s cock, Pete devoured David’s tongue, sucking it like it was his prick. Under him David began thrusting like mad. So he wouldn’t come yet, Pete released his cock.
David whimpered in agony making Pete smile against his lips.
With his elbow on the seat to prop him up next to David, Pete paused to see his face again in the poor lighting. “Fucking gorgeous.” He petted back his hair from his forehead.
“I need to spurt.”
“You need my cock up your ass.”
“Yes, please.”
“I have so much I want to do to you first.”
“I need to spurt,” David whined in anguish.
“If you hold out, I’ll get a bigger load out of you.”
“Yeah! On your car seat.”
“Uh uh. In my mouth.” Pete chewed on David’s earlobe.
“You better start sucking, because I’m about to shoot my wad from all this teasing.”
“Hold on,” Pete whispered seductively.
David moaned and grabbed Pete’s face, connecting to his lips again.
When they parted mouths, Pete whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…”
“Ohhhh…” David closed his eyes and shivered.
Kissing his way down David’s rippled chest and abs, Pete paused to lick and taste his skin down to his treasure trail of hair leading to his pubes. His chin bumped into the head of David’s cock and a sticky drop coated it. Wiping under his jaw with the back of his hand, Pete licked it off and hummed in delight. He scooted lower on the seat, wedged tightly against the driver’s door and took his first lap of the oozing slit of David’s cock. “Holy shit you taste good.” Pete’s own cock throbbed hotly and he knew he most likely spurted out a nice drop of pre-cum himself.
David whimpered and thrust his hips up into the air.
Pete yanked David’s trousers and briefs down, struggling to get them off and toss them on the backseat.
Naked except for his black socks, David suddenly seemed to lose his inhibitions, straddled his knees and smoothed his hand down his own thighs, begging, “Suck me. Suck me.”
“Hold on, pretty boy.” Pete laughed softly. He urged David’s legs backwards and exposed his ass. “Shaved balls. You son of a bitch!” Pete went completely crazy at the sight.
David just moaned in lustful agony.
Cramped against the side of the car, Pete burrowed into David’s sack, licking at his root and his rim like mad. David went berserk underneath him, whimpering, moaning and gripping the leather upholstery as if he were holding on for dear life. Pete tongue fucked him and David cried out, squeezing his own cock, obviously preventing himself from coming.
Loving it, Pete was going just as insane as David was at the moment, dying to fuck him, and fuck him hard.
“I can’t take it. I can’t take it.” David shook his head side to side imploringly. “I’m gonna come. I can’t hold back.”
Pete sucked on one testicle, then the next, rolling them inside his mouth. Sitting up, staring down at David in the sparse light, Pete licked his lips hungrily. “Jesus, David. What a bod!”
“Fuck me! I can’t take it!” David fumbled to open the glove compartment. The door fell open and he blindly began dumping things out onto the floor. “Where’re the rubbers, where’s the lube? If I don’t get your dick in my ass I’m going to scream.”
Smiling at David’s desperation, Pete felt around the items on the floor and located what they needed. “I got it. Hang on.”
“I can’t ha
ng on!” David yelled. “You get it? I’m done hanging on!”
That only made Pete laugh more. “Yes dear.” He rolled a condom on his cock and opened the bottle of lube. Lowering back down again, he used two fingers to penetrate David’s tight ring, loosening it up.
“Augh!” David cried, arching his back. “I’m there, you motherfucker! Augh!”
Seeing David was unable to stop the surge this time, Pete took all of David’s dick into his mouth and finger fucked him gently. David was so pent up, it took nothing to make him climax. The minute Pete’s lips sealed around his head, David exploded.
“Aahfffuck!” David screamed, shooting his wad into Pete’s mouth as he almost flew off the bench seat with the convulsions.
In pleasure Pete massaged David well inside and out, swallowing the huge load of cum that had been waiting impatiently for him. Continuing to suck and finger David, Pete moaned contentedly at giving David an orgasm to remember.
Coming up for air, Pete gasped, and caught his breath. The coolness of the evening air wasn’t enough. Inside the car they were boiling hot and the windows even began to steam, coating with dew.
Once he had recovered slightly, and his breathing softened, Pete got into position and pushed his dick into David’s slick hole. “That’s it.” Pete inched closer, deeper.
“Yes. Finally.” David relaxed against the supple leather.
When he was up to the hilt, Pete paused to savor the tight penetration. “Dee-lightful.”
“Unreal. Give me a good one, Pete.”
“I will. Don’t you worry.” Pete braced himself on David’s torso and began thrusting. Instantly chills raced over his skin. When he peeked open his eyes, he caught David, his head propped up by the passenger door, biting his lip as he stared down at the connection of their bodies.
“You doing okay, handsome?” Pete asked.
“More than okay, stud.”
“Good.” Pete quickened his pace, their balls slapping against each other’s bodies as they began to sweat. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah…” Pete began to rise to the heavens. Ogling David’s amazing chest and abs, Pete felt his nuts tighten up for the blast. “That’s it! That’s it!” He jammed as hard as he could inside and upwards and came, opening his mouth to gasp as his cock pumped sperm out in rapid blasts. “Holy shit.” Pete gulped for air. “That was so intense!” He could still feel the reverberating echoes racing through his crotch.
“Tell me about it.” David pressed his ass as tight as he could to Pete’s body before Pete pulled out.
After Pete disconnected and dropped the used condom on the floor mat, he collapsed on top of David to recuperate. “Damn…”
“Yeah. Damn.” David panted in time with Pete.
“Now I’m wiped.” Pete yawned, nestling into David’s neck and hair.
“Me too. Complete sated and exhausted.” David echoed his yawn.
Pete cupped David’s jaw and kissed him tenderly, closing his eyes as the urge to nap overwhelmed them. It felt so nice. So cozy.
* * * *
David stroked Pete’s shoulders affectionately. Now that they were calm and quiet he could hear the wind still howling past the parking garage’s gate. Sirens sounded in the distance but nothing seemed to concern them at the moment. David embraced Pete, loving the sweat between them and the scent of sex in the air. Caressing the back of Pete’s head gently, David closed his eyes and inhaled a deep satisfied breath knowing they were falling asleep. He asked himself if he cared.
It’s late, it’s dark, there’s a storm. We can be together for a moment in time. It’s no one’s business but our own.
He never intended on anything like this to happen. Never. The security men would return, the gate would be released and David would make his way home. This was madness. Should he be responsible for the insanity of the act of two men, horny and alone in the middle of a blackout? Yes. No. I don’t know.
David tried not to think too deeply about it. Shit happened. Sometimes shit you never expected in a million years happened. And if Pete wasn’t gay, or gorgeous, or right there at that moment in time, then no, nothing would have happened. Odds were it could have been anyone else trapped in the parking garage with him. Not Pete.
But it was Pete. And why did Pete have to be gorgeous, gay, and willing?
Fate. Nothing he could do about it. Don’t beat yourself up, David. It’s done. You had sex with another man. Oh well. Life happens.
He’d worry about it later. After. Some other time. Not now. Now he was sated, exhausted, and had a sleeping man lying on top of him. A naked, utterly fabulous sleeping man, by the way. He was only human. I’m human! Not a goddamn robot! Keep telling yourself that, David. Keep telling yourself that.
Hearing Pete’s deep restful breaths, feeling the softness of it brush past his hair by his ear, David couldn’t be upset. In fact he was delirious. It was a living fantasy. The stuff of gay wet dreams. What was he supposed to feel? Angry? Upset? Uh uh. He didn’t. Not now anyway. Now he was in the arms of a dreamboat.
Smiling happily, David snuggled against him, and felt their soft, moist cocks press together. He sighed in bliss and fell asleep.
Voyeur
His motorcycle helmet in his hand, Miguel had finally made it to the ground floor after being locked in his office for two hours. Mumbling profanity under his breath, he descended the ten floors down the stairwell in the horribly dim lighting and made it to the parking garage. So many cars were left abandoned he got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that the gates would not open because of the power failure. Walking to the iron rail, seeing it sealed shut, he swore in Spanish under his breath. Waving his hands in exasperation, Miguel kept muttering in frustration. A noise woke him from his anger.
“Hola?” He listened. No one replied. Walking closer to where he thought the sound had originated, Miguel paused and noticed one of the cars near the gate was occupied. About to approach them and ask if they knew when the gate would open, he stopped short as one of the men vanished below the dashboard and the other began undressing.
“Aye!” Miguel looked around in paranoia. “What are you doing, my friends?” he whispered to himself. Tiptoeing backwards, moving to a dark shadow near the car parked beside the Mercedes, Miguel had a look inside the front seat. “Mi dios,” he gasped.
Trying to keep back from their view, Miguel could not believe what these two handsome men were doing inside the front seat of a car at seven o’clock in the stormy night during a black out.
“Oh, mi amigos, I wish I was you,” he sighed silently.
Afraid to blink, Miguel crept closer when one of the men pushed open the legs of the other and began lapping between his thighs.
“Aye! Qué están haciendo? What are they doing?” he asked himself. “They are making love! Why do I ask a stupid question?”
Setting his helmet down quietly, Miguel positioned himself behind the front door so the man on top could not see him. Yet Miguel had a spectacular view of the action inside. A very dim sliver of light from one of the emergency floods was aimed perfectly into the passenger window illuminating the carnal action.
Chewing his lip as the events inside the car heated him up to a level of excitement he hadn’t felt in weeks, Miguel rubbed his own cock through his slacks and moaned softly.
One man sprung to his mind instantly. “Stuart Jones. Aye, Stuart. En caso de que sólo podría ser nosotros, mi bellezo. If only that could be us, my beauty.” Miguel had lusted after his straight friend Stuart for a year. They played racquetball, worked out, dined, watched sports on television, did everything together. Everything but. Pero el sexo. And Miguel wanted to seduce him so badly he ached at night, preventing any sleep. But losing Stuart as a friend would kill him. “Why can’t you see how beautiful our love could be?” Miguel witnessed the orgasm wash over the face of the handsome man on the bottom and closed his own eyes. Massaging his cock as it throbbed, Miguel felt pain from the longing in his heart.
I should try. I need to
try. Maybe he is open? How do I know? He does not date. He goes with no one. Why? I ask myself why? He is muy guapo. A beauty. Why won’t Stuart date a woman? Eh? Why? He no date women, and he no date men. He sees me every night. He will love me. He will.
Miguel peeked in. The man on top was rolling on a condom. My love. My Stuart. Why not this? Hmm? Why not? Look at the two of them. Bliss. Look at their faces. Lovers! They are fulfilling the sexual needs of each other.
Dabbing at his eye as it filled, Miguel knew watching those men was an imposition on their privacy. But? In a car? In the garage? Fair game.
“Mi amante, you will love me too.” Miguel moved around the other side of the car so he could see the man on top as he humped the one underneath. “Beautiful. Look at them.”
Soon the man doing the fucking was awash with an orgasm, his handsome face appearing like Eros himself.
Rubbing his jaw in agony, Miguel moaned as frustration took hold of him to the extreme. “I will go. I will see you tonight. I must.”
Peering back at the horrible storm and the debris whipping past the gate, Miguel knew riding his bike in this weather was suicidal. And that was even if he was able to get that gate open, which he had an idea he couldn’t.
Looking back into the car, the two men naked and resting after their exertion, Miguel retrieved his helmet and made a useless tug at the gate. “Nada.” It was as he suspected. Locked.
The urge to see Stuart raged in him. Placing his helmet on his head, Miguel rolled his bike to the lobby door and propped it open, narrowly squeezing his Kawasaki into the foyer to wheel through to the main entrance doors. The lighting was so poor Miguel could barely make anything out. Awkwardly wedging the glass front door open, he scraped the handlebars against the pane and prayed nothing shattered. The wind instantly pressed him and his bike back against the building front. Using all his strength, he righted the heavy bike and set it on its kickstand for a minute.
“I am crazy! Loco!” He fastened the strap of his helmet, lowered the visor and took a good look at the slanting rain, the swaying blacked-out streetlights and bending palm trees. Debris and branches whipped through the pitch black streets.