In the Dark

by G. A. Hauser

  “Looks like he likes the idea, Taylor,” Jude laughed, urging Owen to his knees.

  Without the use of his bound hands, Owen’s cheek pressed against the straw under him. It had a pleasant woody scent but was prickly against his skin.

  As Taylor disappeared from Owen’s sight, he could hear him and Jude laughing behind him. A leather bridle dropped down against his head. He jumped in surprise. Jude raised Owen’s chin, tugging the leather straps down over Owen’s face so the metal bit was under his jaw. “Holy Christ!” Owen gulped loudly.

  “There. That’s more like it,” Taylor announced as he tugged on the reins, pulling Owen’s head up.

  As he waited, gasping for breath, Owen was so thrilled his eyes were wide in anticipation. Suddenly heat filled him from behind. He arched his back and cried out as a cock slipped deep inside his ass.

  He had no idea who it was until the bridle was jerked back and his head with it. Jude was kneeling in front of him, his large engorged cock hanging out of his tight jeans.

  “Now open up, like a good little cowpoke.”

  Owen parted his lips. Jude pressed his cock against his mouth.

  As Taylor rode him like a broncobuster, Owen sucked Jude’s cock deep and hard.

  “That’s it!” Taylor whooped, “What a good little filly you are, Owen Braydon. Yeeha!”

  Owen closed his eyes as pleasure overwhelmed him. He sucked as hard as he could, straining to release his hands so he could stroke Jude’s balls, but he couldn’t. He was tied up and deliciously helpless to these two top men.

  “Now don’t you make me come, Owen,” Jude chided. “I still want to do some bareback bronc riding myself.”

  When Jude slipped out of his mouth, Owen reached out his tongue, stretching after him, wanting more.

  Taylor thrust in deep, as deep as he could, into Owen’s ass. Owen heard Taylor’s low throaty grunting and felt Taylor’s dick pulsating inside him.

  “What a pretty sight.” Jude sighed, pulling on his own dick, rubbing the head of it on Owen’s cheek and lips over the leather bridle straps.

  “Jesus!” Taylor exclaimed as he pulled out. “That was mighty sweet.”

  “My turn.”

  Jude vanished from Owen’s field of vision. A moment later, Taylor appeared, removing the spent condom from his still semi-erect cock.

  “Look at that,” Jude crooned, “This is the treat you get every night, Taylor? My, oh my!”

  Owen shivered as Jude’s thick cock pushed inside him. The sensation of pleasure was so intense, he almost fell onto his face on the hay. But Taylor was there to pull the leather reins up, making Owen hover over the ground. While Jude howled in delight behind him, Taylor rubbed the tip of his prick against his lips. “Give it a good lickin’, will ya, Owen?”

  His own dick thick and dripping from the craving, he opened his mouth and tried to suck Taylor’s cock. Tasting the flavor of the condom, Owen kept licking and swallowing his saliva until he couldn’t taste anything but Taylor’s skin and last drops of cum.

  “Hold on to yer hats, fellers, cause I’m about to hit a hundred point ride!” Jude shouted, hammering into Owen so hard he was being knocked into Taylor’s cockhead with his face repeatedly.

  Owen felt like bursting from the scorching heat in his ass. Jude’s cum felt as if it was filling every empty space in his body. The rapid throbbing of Jude’s cock echoed in Owen’s glory hole like a beating heart.

  As Jude gasped, catching his breath, Taylor rubbed the sticky drop of his pre-cum over Owen’s lips. “Ready fer round two, darlin’?”

  “God yes…” Owen whimpered, his back tensing, his ass quivering.

  Feeling Jude pull out, Owen sat on his heels to take a break and catch his breath. Sweat was dripping down from his forehead under the leather of the bridle.

  “Move over, Jude Rae. It’s time I had me a second go.”

  “He’s all yours, Taylor. What a piece of fucking ass he is, buddy. I could fuck him all day.”

  “Good!” Taylor replied, “Cause we are!”

  Owen moaned in ecstasy. “Fuck me, cowboys…fuck me.”

  * * * *

  “Don’t tell me yer watchin’ that again?”

  Owen spun around panicked to see Taylor standing at the doorway of their den in their home in Denver. Yanking his hand out of his pants, he blushed crimson and fumbled for the remote.

  Taylor dropped down on the sofa next to him, cuddling him. “Brokeback Mountain? How many darn times have you watched that movie, Owen?”

  Stammering in embarrassment, Owen muttered, “I forget.”

  “What is your fascination with cowboys?” Taylor wrapped his arm around Owen’s shoulder tighter, kissing his cheek.

  “I don’t know.” Owen shut off the video.

  “Don’t do that on my account. I’ll go get dinner started.” Taylor pecked Owen’s face again and rose to his feet. “I should call Jude and Logan. See what their up to this weekend. Jude wanted to check with Logan before we made plans.”

  “Okay.” Owen ran his hand through his hair, still mortified Taylor had caught him watching his favorite movie again. Taylor was supposed to be working late. After checking his watch, he realized it was ‘late’.

  “Right. You want a beer or anythin’?” Taylor asked as he left the room.

  “No. I’m all right.” Owen waited until he vanished. Once Taylor had, he reached inside his jeans and briefs to his cock, feeling the dampness from where he’d come from jacking off. He ejected the DVD, putting it away before slipping to the bedroom to change his clothing. About to step into fresh underwear, he looked up at the door as it opened. Seeing a wicked grin on Taylor’s face, Owen paused in what he was doing.

  “Get yerself over here, Owen.”

  Finishing tugging up his brief, Owen lowered his head and walked over to Taylor, feeling like a guilty little boy.

  Taylor embraced Owen and kissed him. “I know you have a soft spot for cowpokes, Owen. No need to be ashamed. I think it’s endearin’.”

  Owen didn’t think if Taylor knew about his little fantasy life he would be so ‘endeared’.

  “Come on. Let me satisfy you again before dinner.” Taylor coaxed him to the bed.

  “I’d rather satisfy you.”

  “Whatever you want, darlin’.”

  Owen stripped quickly. “Take me from behind, Taylor.”

  “You got it, hot stuff.”

  As Owen waited on his hands and knees on the bed for Taylor to undress, he closed his eyes and drifted back to the ranch in San Antonio. “Oh yes…fuck me, cowboy.”

  6

  “Alex? What are you doing here?” Jack Larsen stood up from behind his desk.

  “I have to do a project for my humanity’s class and I thought, what better person to ask about the meaning of our world than a lawyer.”

  The sight of Alex in his tight white t-shirt and threadbare blue jeans instantly had Jack in heat. Alex was the spitting image of his top model father, Mark Richfield. And Jack had loved Mark since college when both he and Mark were in their early twenties. Not much older than the lovely Alexander was at the moment.

  Jack tried to loosen his shirt collar and tie as suddenly it felt as if there wasn’t enough air to breathe in his office.

  “So?” Alex sauntered closer, as sensual and feline as his stunning father. “Will you help me, Jackie-blue?”

  Jackie-blue. Mark started calling him that after Mark moved out of their shared house and in with Steve Miller, the ex-LAPD cop. Where the hell Mark had come up with it, other than that old Seventies song by the Ozark Mountain Daredevils, Jack didn’t know. Now Alex was calling him that as well? Crap, he looks so fucking delicious I’m going to spurt.

  “Jackie?” Alex peered back at the open office door.

  Seeing a wicked grin appear on Alex’s pretty face, Jack began panting in agony when he closed and locked the door. “What are you doing, Alex?”

  As he leaned back on the door, his hands behind his
low back, Alex pushed his pelvis forward enticingly. “I’m here for some advice, He-man.”

  He-man. Another Mark-ism. Did Alex have to be Mark’s carbon copy? The exact image of the young, long-haired seraph Jack had fallen for head over heels in college? Swallowing audibly, Jack watched as Alex licked his top lip with lewd intent. His vision drawn to Alex’s movements, he watched as Alex ran his fingers down his zipper flap. Under that material was a substantial mound of flesh. Jack’s own dick harden in his trousers.

  “Look, Alex, I have work to do…” I cannot stand this young man doing this to me. I’m losing it! It’s bad enough Steve is going insane over him. I can’t! As Jack opened his mouth to say something, something like, “Please leave,” Alex began tugging down his zipper with one smooth slide.

  When the fabric parted over Alex’s flat abdomen, Jack could see he’d gone commando, another trait he inherited from his sexpot dad. Rubbing his eyes and face in agony, Jack begged, “Alex, please go home.” Hearing the rustle of fabric, Jack glanced up. Alex had removed his t-shirt and was smoothing his hand down his hairless torso.

  Oh God! Jack ground his jaw as the yearning became unbearable. “Alexander! No!” I’m married to Adam Lewis! And to your father, for that matter! I cannot touch you! It’s bad enough you jacked off using my stunned limp hand at our beach house in Malibu. I cannot let this happen again. No!

  Alex closed the gap between them. Trying not to look, Jack couldn’t help but peek through his fingers at this lithe twink. Alex had peeled his jeans down his hips, exposing his enormous erection. “You know you want it, Jackie.”

  Turning his back to Alex, Jack covered his face. “Why are you doing this to me?” he whined.

  “Because I love older men, Jack. And I adore you. You’re so fucking big I just want to squirm all over you.”

  At the first touch of Alex’s hand on his shoulder, Jack flinched.

  “Jackie…” Alex purred, trying to remove Jack’s suit jacket from behind.

  “No, Alex, please…” His reply was weak and lacked any force. Not only could Jack not resist, he allowed Alex to remove his suit jacket. Taking a deep breath, he looked over his shoulder. Alex was completely naked, his long brown hair flowed like silk down his shoulders to his chest. Following the line dissecting Alex’s torso, Jack found both of Alex’s hands stroking his cock and balls, holding up that package exactly the way his father does.

  “Take it,” Alex hissed, milking a drop of pre-cum out of his large mushroom-shaped cockhead.

  Jack’s skin covered in cool sweat and chills. He took one last look at the closed office door and reacted. Shoving everything off his desk, hearing pens, paper, and files scatter to the floor, he grabbed Alex around the waist and drew his naked body against him. Moaning as he dug his hand into Alex’s incredible mane of hair, he kissed him, sucking on his tongue before fucking Alex’s mouth roughly with his. Alex opened like a rose petal in his arms. It sent Jack into a tailspin.

  Parting from Alex’s mouth, Jack groaned so loudly it echoed off his office walls. He pushed Alex back on his desk and raised Alex’s legs into the air. As Alex whimpered in longing, Jack dove between his thighs and sucked on that enormous dick. Christ, it had to be as big as Mark’s. There was no way he was going to get the entire organ into his mouth, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.

  “Ah! Jackie!”

  Jesus, even his moans sound like Mark!

  Jack wrapped one hand around the base of Alex’s thick cock, with the other he explored Alex’s heavy soft balls and ass. The minute he pushed the tip of his finger into Alex’s hole, Alex began bucking his hips, trying to penetrate deeper into Jack’s mouth. Jack felt Alex’s cock-head hit the back of his throat and tried to keep it there without gagging or pulling back.

  Instantly with the deep-throating and hard-pulling sucking, Alex began to come. His big dick grew even thicker as it throbbed and spurted. It coated Jack’s mouth and tongue with hot streams of spunk.

  While Alex cried out in pleasure, Jack kept swallowing that eighteen-year-old sperm in bliss. As the last throes of orgasm engulfed Alex’s entire body his cock had gone rigid and thickened even more, filling Jack’s mouth, stretching his lips.

  “Ohhh, Jackie, Jackie…this is why I love older men…”

  Releasing Alex’s cock with a wet pop, Jack panted as he stared down at him, wiping saliva off his chin where he had dribbled from sucking such a big prick. While Alex rocked his hips, closed his eyes and recovered, Jack opened his trousers and exposed his own length from his briefs. “You gorgeous fucker!” he gasped as he pushed the head of his cock between Alex’s slick spit-covered crack. At the first thrust of Jack’s hips, Alex inhaled sharply and arched his back in pain. But contrary to Alex’s physical reaction, he shouted, “Yes!”

  Staring at Alex’s hairless chest, his thin furry treasure trail leading to a dense dark, almost black colored, mass of wiry pubic hair, Jack sank his cock deeper into this teen, balls deep. His eyes drinking in everything from Alex’s expression of nirvana to his semi-erect cock, which had begun to twitch and respond to getting topped, Jack felt his loins explode with pleasure. “Son of a bitch!” He jammed his hips wildly, fucking this eighteen-year-old beauty with every ounce of muscle he possessed.

  “Ah! Ah! Jack!” Alex grabbed his own cock and began fisting it like mad. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  As orgasm washed up over him, Jack felt his entire body tense up and his sack go solid. Thrusting into Alex so hard he almost catapulted him off the desk, he held onto Alex’s legs, keeping him in place. The cum rushing out of him and into Alex’s hot hole, Jack ground his jaw and closed his eyes, overwhelmed with the strength of the climax. Under him Alex came again, crying out in ecstasy.

  Gasping, unable to breathe, Jack stared down at the opalescent puddles on Alex’s smooth chest and remembered wanting Mark when he looked like Alex, so badly he ached. His Mark Antonious. His glorious pretty boy with the long dark lashes and hair. “I love you, Alexander.”

  “I love you too, Jack. With all my heart.”

  * * * *

  “Jack?”

  Blinking, surfacing from his daydream, Jack found Sonja rapping a knuckle at his partially opened office door.

  “Yes?” Jack sat up in his chair.

  “Court in fifteen minutes.”

  “Thanks.” Jack nodded, straightening his desk absently until she vanished from his view. Pausing, Jack stared at a photo he had displayed on his desk. It was from the day of his wedding at Mark’s mother’s estate in Paradise, California. He and Adam, Mark and Steve, had wed that day, a polygamist arrangement that only the four of them, Alex and his boyfriend, Oliver Loveday, were aware of. In that photo, the four grooms were in black tuxedos. But there, standing in the middle of the quartet, in his dark suit, was Alexander Mark Lehman-Richfield looking like a living dream with his long flowing locks and emerald green eyes.

  A smile formed on Jack’s face. Yeah, so what? He and Steve fantasized about young Alexander. Was that a crime?

  “Not according to the ex-LAPD cop or me,” Jack chuckled softly.

  “Jack?”

  Hearing his law partners Jennifer and Sonja calling, Jack stood, buttoned his suit jacket and made his way to the hall, a contented grin planted on his lips.

  7

  Eli Walsh sipped his fifth gin and tonic. The club was packed tonight. More men filled the dance floor and lingered in the dark halls than usual. The music was so loud he couldn’t hear himself think. The deep basso vibrated in his chest. As multi-colored lights spun around the writhing mass of male bodies, Eli focused on the go-go boys in cages that were dangling above the action, their slick, oily, hairless torsos wriggled to the beat. As he licked the alcohol off his lips, Eli imagined those nearly naked boys to be under twenty. He wasn’t as attracted to the young ones as he was the slightly older men. Man. One man. Brock Hart.

  Admit it. I’m crazy about him.

  He and Brock were gym buddies, bar buddies, but Eli would
have preferred it if he and Brock were fuck buddies.

  “Ya can’t always get what ya want,” he sighed out loud, in no way being overheard in the din even by the drunken men standing right next to him.

  But Brock Hart, the Wall Street stockbroker by day, was a predator at night. Brock ate men for fun. Or, Eli should say, men ate Brock.

  When Brock actually tried to calculate how many blowjobs he’d received since he was nineteen, now that Brock and he were thirty, Eli fell off the chair. Over a thousand BJ’s? Eli had yet to have his first.

  He wasn’t ugly. Well, maybe his light blond hair was thinning just a little at his forehead, but his body was a perfect ten. He was an athlete, a swimmer, played racquetball…no, he was still attractive. He was just picky. He didn’t want a quick fuck or suck. I want a boyfriend not a one-nighter.

  But Brock had pointed out to Eli how often they had attended that gay club. Twice a week for over a year. No boyfriend seemed to materialize from out of the mob. Why? Eli never could quite figure it out.

  Finishing the drink, completely buzzed and thanking fuck it was Friday night and he had the weekend off from the banking world, Eli looked again for Brock.

  The guy was so fucking gorgeous, within seconds of Brock lingering around with a drink to his lips or swaying on the dance floor, some young hunk offered to suck Brock’s dick. Amazing.

  Setting his glass on the bar behind him, Eli decided to take a walk around the packed room which stunk of exhaled booze and men’s sweat and cologne, and search for the infamous man-eater, Mr. Hart.

  Though he tried to utter, “Excuse me,” as he made his way through the mob, after a while he gave up and simply held onto men’s shoulders and guided them aside. He knew where he’d find Brock. It was a no-brainer.

  Pushing back the door of the men’s room, seeing several pairs of legs exposing from under the stall doors, some with trousers around their ankles, Eli scanned those feet for a familiar pair of Gucci shoes.