by G. A. Hauser
Last stall to check, Eli intended on taking a quick glance to see if it was Brock and then exit the men’s room to get another peek at the dance floor where he obviously must have missed him.
As he crouched to have a look, he heard Brock’s moan.
“Found ya.” Eli smiled wickedly.
The stall wasn’t closed all the way. As Eli investigated the position of the two pairs of feet under the metal door, he noticed Brock’s facing outward and a pair of black leather boots covered over with black trouser legs, behind him, pointing the same way.
That confused Eli. Brock never took it up the ass. Never.
About to imagine he had the wrong stall, Eli heard the unmistakable sound of Brock’s moaning sigh.
Pausing, making sure no one gave a crap what he was up to, since several men were trying to get involved in three and four-ways of their own, Eli took a step closer to that stall and pulled the door open just enough to see in.
It was indeed Brock Hart. His slacks were down around his thighs, his belt hanging open, and one of the most amazing men Eli had ever seen in his life was fucking Brock anally. “Daniel,” Eli mouthed without a sound.
Daniel’s electric green eyes instantly opened and connected to Eli’s. Eli felt a surge of power from them and his knees grew weak from just Daniel Wolf’s kinetic gaze.
“Eli…” Brock moaned, appearing to be in a trance, making a slight attempt to reach out to him.
About to say something, but having no idea what, other than to apologize profusely for interrupting them, Eli’s gaze swept downwards. Brock’s cock was fully erect and dripping cum onto the floor in a thick, constant stream.
As Eli gasped in disbelief at the amount of spunk, Brock closed his eyes and groaned loudly as Daniel fucked him royally from behind.
Inhaling down a dry throat, Eli took one quick glance behind him before he crouched down at Brock’s waist level. Right before he tasted his best friend’s cum, Eli hesitated. He’d only sucked cock once before, in high school. He was dying for the opportunity to give Brock head. About to chicken out, thinking Brock would be furious with him to have broken the Brock Hart Rules of never having sex with a friend, Eli was stunned to feel Brock pushing his head towards that seeping slit. Yes!
Eli grabbed Brock’s bare hips and opened his lips. The moment he allowed Brock’s cockhead to penetrate his mouth, he was stunned at the amount of cum Brock was ejaculating. And judging from the puddle on the white tiles, Brock had been either dripping pre-cum or climaxing for some time. Impossible?
The taste of his best friend’s love juice finally on this tongue, Eli began swallowing that treat. Brock roared another ecstatic cry of euphoria that echoed in the dim bathroom.
Closing his eyes and engulfing Brock’s cock to the base, Eli ran his hands all over Brock’s balls and thighs, swallowing again and again as his mouth filled.
At one point he peeked up to see if he could spy Brock’s gorgeous expression of pleasure. Seeing Daniel had sunk his teeth into Brock’s neck from behind, still fucking him hard, Eli gasped with his mouth full. Jesus! Daniel really was a vampire? Eli didn’t believe Brock when he told him. He did now.
A crimson drop of blood ran down Brock’s throat to his shirt collar.
It was Daniel’s turn to moan.
In shock, Eli let Brock’s cock slip out of his mouth, realizing he was still spurting out even more cum as Daniel drank his fill.
Staring in awe at the two men, locked together at the hips and neck, Eli held onto Brock’s cock, pointing it downwards as it continued to pump out more spunk than was humanly possible.
“Ahhh! Daniel!!! Aaahhh!” Brock screamed as his cock pulsated in Eli’s fist.
Sliding his palm over Brock’s sticky thickness, Eli gazed up again at Daniel. Through Daniel’s swoon, he opened his eyes.
Eli jumped out of his skin at the sight of those shocking green irises illuminated like the bulbs of Christmas lights on the snowy streets of Broadway and Fifth Avenue.
But Daniel wasn’t looking at Eli any longer. He was looking through him. As bright red dripped down Brock’s neck, staining his shirt collar, Daniel’s lips were coated with it, like cherry lipstick.
“Ahhh! Daniel! No more…fuck!” Brock moaned in agony.
While Eli gaped in amazement, Daniel closed his eyes and drew back, licking Brock’s blood off his mouth with a blood red tongue.
As Daniel disconnected his hips from Brock’s ass, Eli felt Brock’s cock go limp in his hand. Still fondling it gently, for he didn’t think he’d ever get this opportunity again, Eli studied Brock closely as he recovered, gasping for air and reaching for the sides of the toilet stall to help him stay upright.
“Eli…” Daniel hissed wickedly.
It made the hair stand on Eli’s neck. He avoided Daniel’s hypnotic stare and gently tucked Brock’s limp cock back into his briefs, helping him pull up his pants and fasten them.
“Thanks, Eli.” Brock hung his head, his eyes closed.
“I’ll be out at the bar.” Eli stood tall and could see Daniel fastening his own slacks.
Before Eli left, he took one last look at the bloody trail that had oozed down Brock’s skin, the long-haired fabulous demon behind him, and lastly, the unbelievable puddle of semen on the floor near his feet. “You okay?”
“Yes.” Brock nodded, not catching Eli’s eye.
Stepping out of the stall, Eli washed his hands at the sink and noticed Brock’s cum had dripped down his chin. Licking it off before he rinsed it, Eli shivered at the tangy taste and the chance to finally suck a cock he’d been yearning to suck for a very long time.
Once he’d splashed his face, Eli dried himself on paper towels and left the men’s room.
“Gin and tonic, please.” Eli bent over the bar to be heard.
* * * *
Sipping his drink, Eli gazed at the go-go boys as they gyrated in their cages, yanking their tiny g-strings down their hips to expose the very base of their cock and balls. It was mesmerizing.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Eli replied, having to shout in the noise, seeing Brock’s flushed cheeks from his dancing.
“I’m heading out to my place with Daniel.”
“Okay.”
Leaning to Eli’s ear, Brock asked, “Are you going to be okay, Eli?”
“Of course.” Eli smiled.
“Get some action!” Brock implored, “Don’t just prop up the bar every night.”
Eli chuckled softly. “I’ll try.”
“See ya for racquetball tomorrow?”
“Yup.” Eli just caught Daniel looming in the background. The sight sent a shiver over his skin.
As Brock waved at Eli and smiled, Eli sighed tiredly. One of these nights he’d have to do something other than live in his fantasy world. It wasn’t working for him. He was feeling lonely and depressed.
An older man leaned on the bar next to him trying to flag down the bartender. Eli inspected his body when the opportunity presented itself. Shrugging indifferently, Eli shouted into the man’s ear, “Can I buy you a drink?”
The man spun around to check Eli out. “Sure!”
Eli turned to face the bartender, leaning his shoulder against the man next to him, smiling at him. Maybe tonight I’ll give casual sex a chance.
Nah… Eli laughed to himself. He wasn’t Brock Hart and never would be.
8
Thankful for a day off from firefighting, Hunter Rasmussen shook out his towel and spread it on the warm sand. Removing his sunglasses as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, Hunter stuck them back on his nose and tossed the shirt on the towel. Next he slid his shorts down his legs and dropped them on top of his shirt. Surveying the sparse weekday crowd, Hunter was glad summer had reached an end and the school year had begun. The mobs abated substantially on the California waterfront, and he much preferred the calm serenity to the vacation madness.
Stretching out on the towel, Hunter scanned the few surfers and bathers in the wa
ter, enjoying the bright October sunshine without the scorching August heat.
A whistle blowing caught his attention. Sitting up, Hunter spotted a lifeguard in his red trunks and windbreaker standing at the rail of a nearby tower. “Is that Josh Elliot?” Hunter shielded his eyes in the glare. He and his lover Blake Hughes were good friends with Josh and his lifeguard partner, Tanner Cameron.
Getting to his feet to have a closer look, Hunter realized it was indeed, Josh. Heading over to say hello, Hunter checked his black Speedos discreetly knowing the minute he stood near the incredible lifeguard he’d get an erection. The guy was sex on a stick.
Seeing Josh still inspecting the water dutifully, Hunter admired Josh’s prefect slender legs, thick shaggy brown hair, and chiseled features.
As Hunter drew near, Josh noticed him. Instantly a brilliant grin appeared on Josh’s handsome face. “Hello, Hunter!”
“Hey, beautiful.” Hunter stopped directly under where Josh was standing on the wooden platform. “Where’s Tanner?”
“Off on his run down the beach. Are you here with Blake?”
“He’s due later on. He had some errands to run.”
“Oh? Blake left you on your own?” Josh’s eyes swept over Hunter’s body. “Naked?”
“Naked?” Hunter laughed uneasily. Josh certainly had a way of making him feel naked. Hunter cupped his hand over his hardening dick.
“Don’t hide that on my account, hot stuff.”
Shifting his feet in the sand, Hunter had an image flash of a get together he and Blake had with their two LAPD officer friends, Jeff Chandler and Mickey Stanton, as well as Tanner and Josh. While they all sipped beer and tequila on the patio, Josh sat on Tanner’s lap and exposed his dick, giving the group a one-man show. It was an image Hunter would never forget.
Waking from his dream, Hunter came aware as Josh removed his windbreaker, staring at him as he did. Seeing Josh’s well cut chest and abs, Hunter grew a full erection.
“Am I distracting the fireman?” Josh draped his jacket over the rail.
Taking a look around the sparsely populated beach, Hunter stared at Josh again. “Fuck yeah. You kidding me?”
“Come here.”
“Huh?” Hunter felt his heart burst in his chest at the excitement. “Come where?” As he asked Josh that question, Josh pivoted on his heels and disappeared inside the lifeguard hut.
“Holy shit.” Hunter bit his lip and looked around again. Before he reconsidered or thought about the betrayal to Blake and Tanner, Hunter raced up the ramp and into that dim shack. When he stepped through the door, Josh’s large rigid cock was out of his red trunks and he was stroking it slowly.
“Jesus, Josh, don’t do this to me.”
“No one will know.” Josh thrust his pelvis out enticingly.
Hunter felt his cock throb in his bathing suit as his erection had begun to creep upright and poke out of the top of the waistband.
“I love firemen.” Josh licked his lips teasingly. “Find me hot, leave me wet…and satisfied.”
“Oh God.” Hunter glanced down at himself. His dick head was exposed completely from his tight black bathing suit.
Josh crossed the small space and stood in front of Hunter. He lowered Hunter’s suit down under his balls, gripped both of their dicks together in his palms and began squeezing and pulling on them.
The shiver of pleasure nearly made Hunter topple over. Making sure he kept his gaze on Josh’s amazing face, Hunter thought Josh was one of the prettiest men he had ever laid eyes on. Yes, Blake and Tanner were handsome, but Josh? As gorgeous as a woman with the body of a fit young man. Josh’s green eyes appeared to glow as they were riveted to his own.
“You want to fuck me, Hunt?” Josh brushed his lips against Hunter’s.
In response Hunter moaned in agony. This was so wrong.
“Or…suck it?” Josh used his dick to rub his pre-cum along Hunter’s stiff length. “Or…I can suck you…” Josh dropped to his knees.
When Hunter felt Josh’s full lips envelope his erection, his knees went weak. “Shit…” With both his hands he dug into that mop of thick brown hair and fucked Josh’s mouth aggressively.
Before Hunter came, Josh pulled back with a breath. Hunter’s cock bobbed in the air, slick with saliva.
“Fuck me, firefighter.”
Still reeling from the blowjob, Hunter steadied himself on a wall as Josh dragged his red lifeguard trunks down and off his tanned legs. His snow white ass cheeks glowed in the dimness of the shack.
Josh spread his thighs wide and bent over a counter, offering his body.
“Holy shit. Holy shit.” Hunter almost hyperventilated with the excitement.
“There’s lube in my backpack.”
Scrambling to get what they needed, Hunter tore open the pack and removed the tube. He slathered himself generously, rushing towards Josh before they were discovered. With two fingers Hunter entered Josh’s back passage. Instantly Josh moaned and shivered, spreading his feet even wider. “I want your cock.”
Gulping for air desperately because he was going crazy for this man, Hunter loosened that tight ring even further, pushing four fingers inside Josh passed the second knuckle. Josh’s body tensed at first with a hiss of a sharp breath before Hunter felt that tight ring relax completely.
“Give me your cock, Hunter!”
Twisting his hand as he pushed in and out, working Josh’s anus in ecstasy, Hunter could come just fist-fucking this beauty.
Once he was in past his third set of knuckles inside Josh’s hot hole, Josh arched his back off the counter and yelled, “I’m gonna come! Hunter!”
Removing his hand, Hunter quickly jammed his dick into Josh’s slick well-worked ass. From the prepping he had given Josh, Hunter slid in easily, right up to his balls.
“Harder!”
Wrapping his fingers around Josh’s thick dick, Hunter began hammering ruthlessly into this treat. “Oh, yes…holy fuck…”
“Harder…deeper…fuck me, Hunt!”
Going into overdrive, Hunter slammed his hips against Josh’s tight round globes making them shake, at the same time he jacked-off Josh’s prick. Josh let loose a scream of pleasure as Hunter felt Josh’s cock pulsating like mad in his fingers. The creamy spatter of Josh’s cum dripped down the wall under the counter as ribbons of milky cream shot out of Josh’s slit.
“Harder!” Josh gasped, choking with the effort.
Hunter drove in using all the power he had in his thighs and hips. He felt his balls go tight and the sensation of tingling began between his legs. It was so strong his knees gave out. As he shot his cum into Josh’s worked hole, a huge load emerge from him, filling Josh to capacity and running back out down Josh’s crack and thighs.
“Josh! Holy fuck!”
“Hunter…you are amazing…absolutely amazing.”
“I love fucking you…” Hunter jammed his dick in a few last times forcing more of his own cum to ooze out of Josh’s ass.
“Anytime, Hunter. Any fucking time.”
* * * *
“You want me to spread sun block on your back for you, Hunt?”
Spinning around, Hunter found Blake sitting next to him on the towel, holding up a bottle of lotion. “Huh? Yeah. Okay.” He cupped his hand over his crotch to hide his erection.
“Geez. You seem like you’re a million miles away.” Blake blobbed some cream in his palm and began massaging Hunter’s shoulders.
“That feels nice.” Hunter sighed, staring at the outline of his dick in his black bathing suit as his head drooped forward.
“Too bad Tanner and Josh aren’t at their tower today, eh, Hunt? No Josh Elliot eye candy.”
Hunter smiled. “No. No Josh eye candy today.” He rubbed his finger down his length discreetly.
“We need to get together again soon. It seems there’s always a big lapse between our visits.”
“It’s our schedules.” Hunter moaned as Blake massaged his back with cream. “You’ll put me to
sleep.”
Blake laughed. “Not until you do me.”
“Deal.” As Blake continued to rub lotion into his skin, Hunter peeked back at that tower. Some scrawny kid was manning it. Sighing heavily, Hunter closed his eyes and savored his lover’s touch, keeping his fantasies to himself.
9
Sitting in his dark blue police uniform in the idling patrol car, LAPD Officer Jeff Chandler gazed out at nothing, bored with a slow day. Checking the dash for the time, seeing it was hours from the end of his twelve-hour shift, he rubbed his eyes and yawned.
The police radio crackled noisily, “Code-Twelve, audible residential alarm at the following location…”
Jeff tried to wake from his drowsy fog and pay attention.
“Resident on sight claiming false trip…need unit to verify.”
Reaching for the mike on the dash, Jeff clicked the button to inform the dispatcher he would take the call. “Eight-Adam-One, roger, Code-one.”
“Roger, Eight-Adam-One, Code-One,” she acknowledged him.
Jeff hung up the mike and headed to the false alarm, reading the computer screen inside the car’s compartment as the call appeared in print, checking the address. He registered it as vaguely familiar.
As he pulled in front of the large home in Bel Air, Jeff immediately recognized the house. It belonged to the Dangereux Cologne model, Mark Richfield and the ex-LAPD cop, Steve Miller. A smile formed on his lips. He loved those guys.
After letting the dispatcher know he arrived, he shut down the engine of the black and white patrol car. Jeff climbed out, switching on the portable radio in his belt with the microphone attached to his shoulder epilate.
When he turned his attention to the front door he found the stunning androgynous Brit, standing waiting for him. The moment Mark recognized him, Mark grinned happily.
“You trip your damn alarm again, Richfield?” Jeff teased.
“I did. Come in, Officer Chandler.”
Mark opened the door wider for him. Jeff entered the luxurious home and noticed Mark’s eighteen-year-old son, Alex standing in the room. “Well! Hello!” Jeff greeted him excitedly. Alex was as gorgeous as his strikingly glamorous father. But added to that description was his youth and ridiculously long hair. In some ways, Alex had surpassed his father.