In the Dark

by G. A. Hauser

  11

  Alexander Mark Lehman-Richfield stood in front of the bathroom sink after blow-drying and brushed his long hair as he stared at himself in the mirror.

  Ever since he’d discovered Mark Richfield was his real dad, Alex’s life had gone from miserable to fantastic. Leaving behind an abusive step-father, sharing a bedroom with a set of ten year old twin brothers who tormented him constantly, and the near poverty of living hand to mouth with a school teacher mother and auto mechanic father all suddenly had changed. Now Alex drove a brand new cherry red Mustang, had a gold watch on his wrist, could be out and gay without abuse from his family, and, not to mention, was surrounded by stunning older gay men.

  Yes, Oliver, Angel Loveday’s son was his ‘boyfriend’ and he loved Oliver dearly, but…he had cravings and a sex drive to challenge even the most restrained eighteen year old.

  Brushing his long locks until they shined like silk, Alex whispered to his reflection, “So many men, so little time.”

  He knew they all wanted him. Well, almost all. Adam Lewis never made overt sexual advances or gave him the lascivious looks that Jack Larsen and Steve Miller had. But Alex knew his dad would go ballistic if he flirted with those guys again. He just wished there was some way to get his cake and eat it. Eat it all.

  He wanted a chance to have a onetime sex orgy with those men, and not hurt Oliver or his dad.

  “But there isn’t.” Alex set the brush down on the sink counter and shook back his hair. The feather-cut bangs on his forehead hung to his eyelashes in front and the tips of his long tresses came down to his nipples. It was a woman’s look. Alex knew he grew it long to look slightly feminine. His body was slim and feline, his eyelashes were dark and framed his green eyes like they were painted with liner.

  He pushed his pelvis out seductively at his reflection. “Want some?” he purred.

  At a noise on the first floor, Alex perked up. He opened the bathroom door and listened. Men’s voices, laughter, made its way to his ears.

  He glanced down at his nakedness, knowing he should slip on a pair of jeans to see what was going on downstairs. Before he left the bathroom he found Steve, Jack, and Adam joking around and roughhousing with each other on their way to the master bedroom suite.

  Holding his breath until they noticed him standing there, Alex paused.

  Steve was the first to spot him. He came to such an abrupt halt, Jack and Adam body-slammed him from behind.

  “What?” Adam asked in confusion.

  When Alex met Adam’s brown eyes, Adam sighed, “Oh.”

  “What are you doing, Alex?” Steve demanded in a deep voice.

  “I was just finishing up from a shower.” Alex pointed behind him to the bathroom. “Where’s Dad?”

  “On a late modeling shoot.”

  Alex leaned over to have a look behind Steve. Jack was desperately trying not to stare at him. “Hi, Jackie.”

  “Go get some clothing on, Alexander,” Jack chided.

  “Do I have to?” Alex sauntered closer.

  “Oh my!” Adam laughed nervously as he gave Alex’s body a good inspection.

  “Alex,” Steve moaned, rubbing his face tiredly. “Get some jeans on, will ya?”

  Drawing closer, Alex asked innocently, tilting his head to the side like a little girl, “Whatcha guys going to do? Have sex together?”

  Jack groaned in agony. “Is anyone else dying here?”

  Steve continued down the hall towards Alex, with the two men in tow. Once Steve was standing in front of Alex, he reached out to the very tip of Alex’s long hair and fingered the ends.

  Alex again strained to get a look at Jack and Adam over Steve’s broad shoulder. They were both ogling his nude body. “Mm…” Alex ran his hand over his hairless chest to his flat washboard abs. “Want some?”

  “Yes,” Adam replied smugly. When the other two glanced at him, Adam defended, “Am I the only honest one of the three of us?”

  Alex chuckled. “I think so, Adam. Wanna be the first to fuck me?”

  “Yes!” Adam began removing his shirt.

  “No.” Steve spun around to stop Adam. “We can’t.”

  “We can.” Alex slithered between their bodies, rubbing against the men as he entered Steve and Mark’s bedroom. Leaping on the bed with a bounce, Alex lay on his back, his hands behind his head and smiled brightly.

  The three thirty-something men slowly entered the room, standing at the foot of the bed to stare down at Alex hungrily. In response, Alex slowly spread his legs and bent his knees, exposing his ass. “Any takers?”

  “Fuck!” Jack dug his hand through his blond hair. “Steve! Do something!”

  “I know what I’m doing.” Adam stripped his clothing off.

  “Ahh, I love a man who can make a decision. Got lube?” Alex teased.

  Opening the nightstand, Adam found what he needed and knelt between Alex’s thighs on the bed.

  Alex glanced at Jack and Steve who were watching, spellbound. “You guys know you want in. Who’s got dibs next?”

  Instantly Jack began yanking off his shirt.

  “I don’t believe this,” Steve sighed, closing and locking the bedroom door. “If Mark finds out he’ll go insane.”

  “He won’t find out.” Adam pushed Alex’s legs back so Alex’s knees were against Alex’s chest.

  “That’s it, Adam. Fuck me good.” Alex reached out to comb his fingers through Adam’s long brown hair. It was nearly the length of his dad’s, down to his shoulders, and Alex knew it was because Jack wanted it long so Adam resembled his father.

  Once he had made his cock slick with lube, Adam moved two fingers inside Alex’s tight rim to loosen it. “Relax, my pretty boy.”

  “Mmm…” Alex closed his eyes and forced his body to let go. In moments Adam had his tight ring softened and responding to his massage. “I want your dick, Lewis.”

  “You’re going to get it.” Adam removed his fingers and pushed his cockhead inside Alex’s hole. “Alexander, you are a prince.”

  “More like a queen.” Alex laughed as he hissed out a breath of air, commanding his body to let go of its tight hold on Adam’s dick. When Alex felt his ass muscles release, Adam pushed in deeper. They worked it slowly until Adam was buried up to his balls.

  Allowing his passage to get used to the size of Adam’s cock, Alex finally opened his eyes to see both Steve and Jack naked, looming in the background, playing with each other.

  “How’s it feel, pretty boy?” Adam’s cock pulsated in his tight hole.

  “Good. Fuck me.” Alex pushed his hips higher, forcing Adam deeper.

  Bracing himself on his hands, Adam pulled out to the head of his cock and thrust in quickly.

  Alex gasped and his back raised off the bed at the mixture of pleasure and pain. “More!”

  Adam grunted deeply, tightening his hold on Alex’s legs and increasing the speed and power of his pelvic thrusts.

  “Ah! Ah!” Sizzling heat scorched Alex from the inside out as his cock began spurting cum onto his chest and under his jaw.

  “Oh, yes!” Adam shouted in excitement when he witnessed it.

  Instantly Alex felt Adam’s body unload its juicy contents into his ass. With his eyes clamped shut, Alex used his other senses to savor Adam’s climax. That hot pulsating in his asshole, the scent of his and Adam’s sweat, Adam’s gasping breaths.

  As slowly as he went in, Adam backed out. Once he had detached himself from Alex, he groaned and pushed his dark hair away from his dripping face and forehead.

  Gazing at Jack’s expression of pure lust, Alex crooned, “Come to me, Jackie-blue. Fuck your boy toy.”

  Steve released his hold on Jack’s cock and nudged him to the bed.

  Feeling the mattress shift as Jack’s enormous muscular body drew near, Alex’s heart rate rose once more. “All lubed and ready for you, He-man.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Am I sure?” Alex laughed at the absurdity.

  After J
ack glanced over his shoulder to Steve, and Adam, who had recuperated and was now an observer, Jack inched closer.

  Seeing Jack’s cock swollen, blushing red with thick veins running along the shaft, Alex quivered in anticipation. “Take it, Jackie. You couldn’t have Dad at eighteen, but you can have me.”

  Jack closed his eyes and his jaw tightened. Alex watched those enormous muscles in his cheeks twitch.

  “You big, brawny god, fuck me, Larsen.” Alex raised his hips.

  With an animalistic growl, Jack grabbed Alex’s waist and drew him onto his lap. Alex gasped as Jack’s thick cock began to burrow inside his worked hole. Holding Jack’s enormous deltoids as he settled down on that long dick, Alex slowly let gravity draw him down to a seated position on Jack’s massive quadriceps. Once they were tightly sealed together, Jack snarled, “Fuck me, Alex.”

  A shiver raced over Alex’s sweaty skin. He tightened his fingers around Jack’s girth and began to raise and lower on that stiff pole between his legs. As he concentrated on increasing the speed and depth, Jack began licking the sweat and spent cum off Alex’s jaw and neck, chewing Alex’s skin.

  “Ahhh,” Alex closed his eyes as his head fell back.

  Obviously not moving quickly enough for him, Alex felt Jack encircle his hips and begin lifting him up and down on his thighs.

  The penetration increased at once, and Alex’s dick was back upright. “Yes! Jackie!”

  Another rumbling snarl came from Jack’s broad chest. He threw Alex backward, still deep inside him, and began fucking him with his body in a straight, stiff line between Alex’s spread knees. The rhythm became intense and Alex’s cock sprang to life, bobbing and seeping pre-cum.

  Staring up at Jack, looking at the underside of Jack’s jaw, his conservatively cropped thick head of blond hair and clean shaven chin, Alex shivered in delight.

  “Fuck me, Jackie! Harder!”

  Jack’s teeth showed beneath his top lip as he rammed into Alex’s ass, until his face contorted with ecstasy and his body jerked in what felt like a convulsion. Once again heat filled Alex’s hole, overflowing from what Adam had left behind. Feeling it ooze down his crack, Alex moaned happily and smoothed his fingers up Jack’s solid forearms. “Good one, Jackie?”

  “Oh my fucking God…” Jack hung his head, drops of sweat rolled off his nose to Alex’s dewy skin.

  Waiting as Jack slowly withdrew and climbed off the bed, Alex gave Steve a big smile. “Last but most certainly not least.”

  Without the slightest hesitation or preparation, Steve leapt onto the bed, pinned Alex’s hands over his head and jammed his dick into that well lubed hole.

  Alex inhaled in surprise and felt his dick spurt pre-cum.

  Steve grabbed a handful of Alex’s hair and forced Alex’s lips to his own. When they kissed, Steve piston-fucked Alex like a madman. Alex needed to scream the climax was so intense, but his tongue was being sucked hard into Steve’s mouth.

  For a second time he shot out his cum in thick pelting wads onto both their chests. As Alex hit the heavens with an orgasm that rocked him to the core, Steve finally joined him, jerking back from their kiss and hammering into Alex as he howled in pleasure.

  “Augh! Augh!” Alex tried to catch his breath as his entire body erupted in chills. Watching this macho ex-cop shiver from his climax, Alex couldn’t be any more in love.

  Steve choked for air as he tried to recover. The moment he could function, Steve dropped down on Alex’s body and began licking all the cum off his chest.

  “I love you! Love you!” Alex cried, wrapping his legs and arms around Steve, locking them together.

  * * * *

  “Alex?” was called through the bathroom door.

  Blinking in surprise, Alex grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips, running water in the sink to rinse the sperm down the drain. “What do you want, Dad?”

  “We’re going out for dinner. How long do you need to get dressed?”

  “Five minutes.”

  “What have you been doing in there? It’s been ages. Stop preening.”

  Alex opened the door to glare at him. “I’m not preening.”

  “You’ll get conceited,” Mark warned, wagging his index finger at him. “Don’t idolize your reflection.”

  “I wasn’t doing that.”

  “Go. Is Oliver joining us?” Mark nudged Alex into his room.

  “Yes. He should be here soon.” Alex checked the time, tossing his towel down on the bed and finding a pair of briefs.

  Hearing Steve’s voice, Alex froze and looked at the open door and his waiting father.

  “When are we going?” Steve peeked into the room, saw Alex getting dressed and backed up quickly.

  “As soon as Oliver gets here and Alexander stops wasting time!” Mark scolded.

  Continuing putting on clothing, Alex argued, “I’m not wasting time!” He tugged a pair of dress slacks on. “Steve, you can come in. I’m decent.”

  “I’ll wait downstairs.” He heard Steve say and then footfalls on the steps.

  Alex sighed in defeat.

  “What is it?” Mark entered the room.

  “Nothing. Can you find me a shirt to go with these?” Alex gestured to his slacks.

  Mark hunted in his closet. When he came out with a selection he handed it to Alex. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes. Fine.” Alex buttoned the top and tucked it in.

  Mark cupped his face and forced him to meet his eyes. Alex felt the steely glare of his dad’s emerald green gaze. “You have Oliver.”

  “I know, Dad.”

  “Be content with him.”

  “I am. I love him.”

  “Good.” Mark kissed Alex’s cheek and left the room.

  As he sat to put his socks on, Alex pushed his long hair aside from his face. “Can’t stop me from fantasizing though, can ya, Dad?”

  Once he was trotting down the stairs he found Steve opening the front door to Oliver. Smiling excitedly at his lover, Alex rushed to him and embraced him. “Hello, my love!” Alex kissed him hotly.

  “Wow!” Oliver beamed at him.

  “All right, boys. Sex later. Dinner now. We’re meeting Adam and Jackie. Get moving or we’ll be late.” Mark ushered them to the attached garage. Alex slipped his shoes on quickly.

  As they followed Steve out of the kitchen door to his Mercedes, Alex grabbed Oliver’s hand, giving him a wicked smile. Oliver returned it.

  The moment they were in the back seat together, Alex pounced, pushing Oliver onto the seat and smothering him with kisses.

  “Boys!” Mark admonished.

  “Tough! Live with it.” Alex continued to kiss Oliver.

  “Leave them alone, Mark,” Steve whispered. “There’s nothing wrong with Alex being with Oliver.”

  Yeah, Dad. If you stop me from making love to Oliver, I may look for it elsewhere, beware!

  “Wow. You’re hornier than normal. What’s got you all hyped up?” Oliver pushed Alex’s hair back from his face.

  “You. You, Loveday, you.” Alex smiled down at him.

  “Good.” Oliver drew him close for more kisses.

  Alex sighed happily. Yeah, he had his fantasies, but in reality, all he wanted was Oliver Loveday.

  12

  Dylan Conway felt sweat roll off his skin as he left the playing field. His cleats clattered in the noisy corridor along with an entire pro-football team’s heavy trod, shouting, cheering, high-fiving, over a well-earned victory.

  His helmet in his hand dangling at his side, Dylan felt several teammates still jumping against him, and slapping his back and butt enthusiastically.

  “You’re amazing!”

  “What a pass into the end zone! Man, you’re the best fucking thing that’s happened to this lousy team in ten years!”

  “Son of a bitch, Conway! You were on fire out there!”

  Dylan grinned at their adoring comments. “Thanks, guys. But it was a team effort. I couldn’t do it without you.” Dyla
n shoved one of the large offensive linemen. “And particularly you! Christ, Warren, you never let their defense get near me. Thanks, man!”

  “Gave you time, bro! It was what you needed to pass.”

  “Jesus. Best fucking offensive line in the league. That’s what I have around my ass.” Dylan shook his head, setting his helmet above his locker on a shelf.

  “And what an ass it is.”

  Dylan gave another teammate an affectionate smile. “Growl!”

  A big dark-skinned sweaty defensive tackle purred, “Get in the shower, QB, and let us show you our gratitude.”

  Inhaling the enormous man’s sweat, Dylan pulled his jersey over his head. “Can’t wait, sweetie.”

  Someone from behind helped him take off his shoulder pads. When he turned around he found another enticing grin. “I love it when we win.” Dylan’s dick became rock hard.

  “We’ll be waiting,” was whispered as his ass was stroked.

  A surge of pleasure cascaded over Dylan’s body. Kicking off his cleats, he dragged his tight uniform pants down his thighs along with his jock strap and cup. Tugging off his socks, standing naked, Dylan looked around. A dozen men were in various stages of undress, all glancing at him hungrily.

  Yes, his cock was sticking out like a flag from his body, so what? These guys knew how hot they made him.

  Strutting down the middle of the line of big muscular men, Dylan gave each one a wicked grin as he passed. A flurry of activity followed as the men hurried to disrobe.

  In a long tiled hall with showerheads poking out of either side, Dylan turned on the water, waiting until it billowed with steam. Male laughter and deep voices echoed off the white ceramic. Soaking under the soothing spray as it pelted his dirty, aching muscles, Dylan closed his eyes and relaxed.

  When a dozen of the fifty members of his team began to surround him, Dylan felt goose bumps rise on his arms.

  Large strong hands began to rub soap on his back and ass. Suddenly he was in the middle of a whirlwind of men every color of the rainbow, all dripping with male testosterone. Walls of ripped muscles and tattoo covered flesh fought to be near him, seeking a taste or touch.

  He dropped his head back and groaned in pleasure, the noise echoed off the surroundings which mixed with the sound of panting breaths and raspy moans.