by G. A. Hauser
Laughing, Stuart replied, “No. I’m not just saying that. I would have asked you months ago but I didn’t think you’d be interested. Now that we’re lovers…are you?”
“Si!” Miguel was thrilled. “I will love living with you. If you are sure. You need think about it. Have you thought about it?”
“Yes. Please live with me.”
Miguel crawled across Stuart’s body to lie on top of him, his legs spread over Stuart’s hips. “I do anything you wish. Anything.”
“Good. Then it’s settled.”
When Stuart dug his fingers into Miguel’s hair, Miguel felt tingles rush down his back. “What you want me do to you? Hm?” Miguel purred, nuzzling Stuart’s neck.
“First let me piss and brush my teeth, then I want all of you.”
Laughing as he scooted back, Miguel agreed, “Yes. After, we will have all.”
In all the time he’d known him, after that crazy, heart-stopping ride on his bike last night through the terrible storm, Miguel could never have predicted the outcome of his daring deed to have been him and Stuart together as couple, cohabitating. It was his dream. He only wished he hadn’t waited so long. That Stuart had shown him some kind of sign he wanted him for more than just a friend. But even Stuart’s light touches and sweet smiles weren’t enough. Miguel knew Stuart was good-hearted and gave generously to all his friends. How was he to know he was special?
“You okay?”
Smiling affectionately at his lover, Miguel nodded, “I okay. I more than okay. I am so in love with you.”
Pausing, Stuart embraced him in delight. “Wow. You know how to sweep a man off his feet. Is that the Latino in you?”
“Si, yes. You have found your Latin lover.” Miguel’s dark eyes shined luxuriously.
“Perfect.” Stuart pecked his lips.
* * * *
Stuart led the way to his master bathroom, found Miguel a new toothbrush and then stood at the toilet to urinate.
Seeing Miguel peeking at him in the mirror’s reflection, Stuart smiled sweetly. “Feels nice. Comfortable. We’ve known each other a long time.”
After rinsing his mouth, Miguel nodded. “Yes. It feels good. Natural.”
They swapped places. Miguel let go his stream as Stuart brushed his teeth. After he spat out the toothpaste, Stuart shook his head in admiration. “You have such an amazing body, Miguel.”
“Si? You like?” When he was through at the toilet, Miguel modeled for him, holding out his arms before he washed his hands at the sink.
“I like!”
“Vamos. Back to bed.” Miguel patted Stuart on his bottom.
Stuart raced back and leapt on the bed with a bounce feeling like a playful kid. And what a toy to play with! Yowza!
As Miguel hurried back under the blankets to snuggle, Stuart moaned and squeezed him tight. “I don’t want to get out of bed today.”
“Then we no get out of bed.” Miguel began running kisses down Stuart’s neck.
Chills washed over Stuart’s skin as Miguel set him on fire. “But we usually play racquetball…you know. Have a good lunch afterwards…uh…” Stuart lost his train of thought as Miguel sucked at his throat. “Never mind.”
Miguel laughed in a deep seductive purr.
Opening his body up for Miguel to explore, Stuart kept trying to remember this wasn’t a dream. Delectable Miguel Rodriguez was really here. Naked. Licking and sucking on his body. “Ohhh…” Stuart howled in pleasure. “I love windstorms, I love windstorms.”
“Stop. You making me laugh and I cannot kiss you.” Miguel broke up with giggles.
“Kiss me. Take me. Love me.”
Miguel held Stuart’s face and coaxed him to meet his eyes. The serious expression on Miguel made Stuart’s heart pound.
“I do love you. So much.” Miguel’s dark eyes simmered as he spoke. “Why we wait so long? Why?”
“I don’t know.” Stuart couldn’t believe how sensual Miguel was: his deep voice, his masculine scent, his ethnic looks, like an exotic aphrodisiac. “But we did it. We’re here together. Now. Right now.”
“Si. Now. Aqui’.”
When Miguel closed his eyes and kissed him, Stuart became an animal. He wrapped his arms around Miguel’s back and squeezed him as tightly as he could, pressing their crotches together hotly.
Spinning them over so he was on top, Stuart used his knees to part Miguel’s thighs and lay between them. Rubbing his erection on Miguel’s, thrilling at the friction of his taut mocha skin and dark wiry pubic hair, Stuart moaned in longing. “I have to have you.”
“Have me.”
Sucking on Miguel’s tongue for another minute, Stuart parted breathlessly to grab a condom and the lube. As he fussed to prepare himself, Miguel watched, stroking Stuart’s arm gently.
After he was ready, Stuart urged Miguel’s legs wide and higher. Seeing him exposed and so willing, Stuart’s throat closed up with emotion. “I love you, babe. So much.”
“Si. I know. I know you love me long time.”
The moment he pushed inside Miguel, Stuart stared at him in awe. “You knew?”
“Yes. I know you love me. But like a friend. Yes?”
Nodding, smiling, Stuart understood. “Like a friend. No. Like a lover, Miguel.” He pushed in deeper, the pleasure washing up and over him like a tsunami.
“My lover.” Miguel caressed Stuart’s cheek. “Stuart with the beautiful golden hair.”
Thrusting more aggressively, Stuart closed his eyes as orgasm drew closer. Miguel began to croon in Spanish to him. Giving Stuart all he needed. He gasped, arching his back and pushed in as tightly as he could. His cock throbbed with his racing pulse and shot out cum into the rubber which was buried inside Miguel’s ass.
Gasping for air, Stuart opened his eyes and found Miguel’s adoring expression. Miguel’s beard had grown dark on his square jaw overnight. A more masculine man Stuart had never seen. He pulled out gently, dropped the spent condom on the floor and snuggled in between Miguel’s legs. Lapping at his balls, moaning in pleasure, Stuart devoured him from his root to his head.
When Miguel was writhing under him on the bed, Stuart slipped his finger back inside his slick passage and sucked deeper, harder. Miguel’s body tensed and his breath quickened. As Miguel’s cock gave up its prize, Stuart whimpered in ecstasy. Drawing on him, enjoying every last drop, Stuart slowed down his sucking and finally stopped, allowing Miguel’s cock to slip out of his mouth gently.
Seeing the sated expression on his lover’s face, Stuart crawled up his body to lie on top of him. “You amazing man. You absolutely fabulous, amazing man.”
A low rumbling laugh echoed in Miguel’s ribcage.
“I adore you.”
“Quiero que para siempre.”
“What does that mean?”
“It mean I want you forever.”
Stuart brightened up and wriggled on him. “You got me!”
“You need to learn more Spanish? Yes?”
“Yes. Teach me. Teach me so we can whisper our words of love.”
Miguel grinned broadly. “I am so lucky man.”
“Grrr…me too, hot stuff. Me too.” Stuart kissed him. “A whole day to play. It just doesn’t get any better than this.”
Rolling to his side so they were mirroring each other, Miguel asked, “I make us heuvos rancheros? A nice hearty breakfast to keep two men satisfied?”
“I love when you cook for me.” Stuart felt as if he’d won the lottery. Miguel was the complete package. “Yes! Cook my favorite for me. I’ll get the coffee going.”
Before Stuart bounded out of the bed, Miguel held him back. “One more kiss.”
Landing on top of him, Stuart sucked at Miguel’s tongue and moaned. When they parted he grinned at Miguel in excitement.
“I never see you like this.” Miguel laughed. “You look like little boy. You so like…a like jumping bean!”
Unable to express his passion and the thrill of taking his and Miguel’s relatio
nship to the ultimate level, Stuart spread out on top of him and pinned him underneath. “I have never wanted anything so much in my life as you and me together as a couple.”
“No!”
“Yes. You complete me as a man, Miguel. You are everything to me.”
After muttering in Spanish under his breath, Miguel replied, “Why we wait so long!” he whined loudly.
Cupping his face, planting a big kiss on his lips, Stuart answered, “Better now than never.”
“Is true.”
“Up. You made an offer I can’t refuse.” Stuart popped off the bed and hauled Miguel out of it. “A delicious breakfast.” He swatted Miguel’s bottom playfully as he tried to get clothing on.
“You loco!” Miguel cracked up. “You have no control. What I do to you? You used to be so calm. No more calm Stuart.”
Stuart helped him draw the t-shirt over his head. “Nope. No more calm Stuart. You’ve changed me into effervescent Stuart.”
“I no know that word? Is good?”
Grabbing Miguel’s coarse jaw, Stuart purred against his lips, “Is good.” After kissing him, Stuart added, “Feed me, good looking.”
“Si! Food for men, coming.”
As Miguel raced to the kitchen, Stuart felt so much love for him, he tingled like bubbles all right. A fizzy swirl of contentment chased in his belly. Once he’d slipped on a pair of jeans, he bolted after his lover shouting, “I love windstorms!”
Mall Men
Chris woke with a feeling of complete disorientation. Blinking his eyes, he noticed a small child staring at him. In surprise, Chris looked around and found Phil asleep on the mountain of pillows and sheets they had made to crash on.
“Phil.” Chris shook him to wake him.
“Hm?”
“Wake up. It’s morning and the store is open.”
Phil bolted upright.
The little girl ran away.
“Shit!” Phil stood, tucking in his shirt and trying to smooth back his hair.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Chris grabbed his elbow and escorted Phil to the escalators. He checked his watch and realized it was after nine.
In silence they descended to the ground floor and left via the entrance they had necked in front of the night before. The parking lot was sparsely occupied and a crew was righting a downed power pole.
“The world!” Chris shouted, “It survived!”
“Son of a bitch. It looks bad out here. Look at all the debris in the lot.”
“Where’s your car?” Chris asked, taking out his keys.
“There.”
Out in the distance Chris noticed a gold Mazda RX8.
“You want to catch breakfast?”
“I want a shower.”
“Your place or mine?” Chris purred.
Phil stopped and looped his arm around Chris tightly. “I know you wanted to check on your place to see if it’s okay.”
“Perfect.”
“But.”
“I hate buts.” Chris deflated.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship, Chris.”
“Okay.” Chris couldn’t believe how gorgeous Phil was in the light of day.
“I mean, I’m only twenty-five.”
“And sex is so easy for a go-go boy.”
“Well, yes.” Phil chuckled.
“So? Was last night just a bout of hot sex with an Andreas Thorkildsen lookalike?”
“No. Don’t be like that.” Phil flicked back Chris’s hair playfully. “I’m just not ready for anything exclusive. You know.”
“You like your cock sucked by many men?”
“Yeah. I do. Many.”
“You sure you want to come back to my place? It may cramp your style.” Chris didn’t feel badly. He wasn’t in a position in his mind for a commitment either.
“I wouldn’t mind a shower with you. And sex.”
“Ahhh, penetration. We only exchanged blowjobs.”
“Are you teasing me?”
“I am.” Chris kissed Phil’s chin.
“If you’re not into me coming by, it’s okay.”
“Hm. I’m not sure. Are you a top or a bottom?” Chris teased.
“Either.”
“Good. See that car?” Chris pointed to his Cadillac CTS.
“Yes.”
“Sniff at its rear bumper.”
“Can’t wait.” Phil hooked his arm around Chris’s neck and embraced him, kissing him. “Shower, shave, and fuck.”
“You ole’ romantic you,” Chris replied.
“You want romance? Go with a woman.”
“No thank you.”
“I didn’t think so.”
“I live only a few minutes from here.”
“Good. See you there.”
Chris nodded, taking his keys out of his pocket and as he walked to his car, a smile pasted itself on his lips. No, it wasn’t true love, but he was too busy for a commitment and if he was honest with himself, he was relieved Phil was as well.
Checking his voicemail as Phil pulled up behind his car, Chris’s only concern was his house, but they would soon see if it had survived.
Heading west to the coast, Chris kept eying the man in the car behind him, grinning contentedly.
When he arrived home he was relieved the place looked unscathed. Parking, getting out, Phil joined him in a cursory walk around the perimeter.
“Looks okay.” Phil picked up a few pieces of driftwood that had washed up against the foundation and tossed them out onto the sand.
“Yes. It does. I’m very lucky.”
“Nice place. I’d love to live on the beach.”
Turning the key in the lock, Chris teased, “Play your cards right…”
“Funny man.”
Chris instantly tried the light switch. The lamp lit up. “Yes! Power!”
“What a lucky guy.”
“I’m about to get very lucky.” Chris tossed his keys aside, taking off his shoes. “Strip for me, go-go boy.”
Grinning in excitement, Phil slipped off his shoes and began pumping his hips as he undressed.
“Nice!” Chris crossed his arms, enjoying the show.
* * * *
It was what he did best. Stripping for men. Phil hiked his shirt up, smoothing his hands over his rippled chest and tight abs. He licked his lips at Chris’s enthralled expression, growing hard in his pants. I’m an exhibitionist, so what?
He was so relieved Chris was as handsome as he claimed, and in Phil’s opinion, looked exactly like that gold medalist javelin thrower. He was thrilled to put on a show for him.
Pumping his hips, running his hand over the bulge in his jeans, Phil hammed it up. Music played in his head as he thrust his pelvis out and drew his shirt higher.
“Wow!”
Loving the look of lust in Chris’s blue eyes, Phil removed his shirt and twirled it around his head before tossing it. With both hands he massaged next to his hard cock, growing harder by the minute at giving this hunk a private show.
Phil opened his zipper, drawing apart his jeans to titillate exposing his lower abdomen and some pubic hair. “Wanna fuck it?” he hissed, his hips humping the air.
Chris took off his own shirt, socks and slacks. Standing in his briefs he gawked at Phil as the performance continued.
Massaging his own nipple and stuffing his hand down his jeans, Phil touched himself and got off on Chris’s excitement. There was nothing better than making men hot, especially ones as gorgeous as Chris.
“Jesus, Phil.”
That made Phil smile. He lowered his pants down his thighs, showing off his huge erection under his briefs.
Chris made a move to come closer, stopping as if restraining himself from the urge, allowing Phil to continue.
“Am I making you want me?” Phil teased.
“Yes!” Chris rubbed his own cock excitedly.
Phil stepped out of his tight jeans and socks. Dipping his hand into his briefs, Phil played with himself wh
ile moving his hips to and fro sensually. “Want it?”
Hunger written all over him, Chris licked his lips, and Phil could see his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed.
Slowly Phil began exposing his cock, nudging his briefs down his hip.
“Fuck this.” Chris dove to his knees before Phil and opened his mouth for Phil’s cock.
At the heat and wetness of Chris’s mouth, Phil moaned and dug both hands into Chris’s hair. “Suck it. Suck it.” The dancing had gotten him as crazy as it had gotten Chris. He loved it.
Chris sucked him deep, moaning, digging his fingers behind Phil into his ass crack.
Shivering with the passion, Phil closed his eyes and pumped into Chris’s mouth, fucking it. “Yes. Yes!”
Chris went wild, moaning and drawing hard on Phil’s dick.
Gripped to Chris’s head of hair as the orgasm rocked him, Phil opened his lips to gasp, pumping his seed into Chris’s mouth. “Yes! Chris! Suck me!”
Tightening his hold on Phil’s waist, Chris devoured him.
Phil’s knees went weak as he shivered. “Baby…what a mouth! Holy shit!”
Chris hopped to his feet, dragging Phil with him.
Stumbling, his briefs around his ankles, Phil went flailing back onto Chris’s bed. Still recovering from his climax, Phil panted, touching his own chest to feel his racing heart as Chris slid on a rubber.
When Chris was prepared, he nudged Phil to roll over. Trying to be accommodating after the fantastic blowjob, Phil knelt on the floor and rested his head on his arms on the bed.
Hot fingers penetrated his ass. “Oh, yes.” Phil closed his eyes.
Soon a dick followed, very eager to be inside. Phil widened his position as Chris burrowed into him excitedly.
“Go-go boy,” Chris hissed sensuously in Phil’s ear.
Phil chuckled. He knew he was every gay man’s fantasy.
“Let me fuck you, go-go boy.”
“Fuck me.” Phil relaxed, his cheek resting on his forearm and enjoying the internal massage.
When Chris amped up his thrusting, Phil sighed, delighted. In moments Chris was jerking his hips against him, grunting as he came. Phil grinned in pleasure. “Good one?”