Hipster Brothel (contemporary gay romance)

by K. A. Merikan

  “Yes,” whispered Jo, moving his cheek up Mr. B’s inner thigh, without ever looking away from the fist moving up and down that thick dick. Between Mr. B’s legs he felt so completely encased and safe he could live there.

  Mr. B lifted his foot and rubbed it along the side of Jo’s body. The wooly socks had been a vague, exciting idea in the past, something Jo thought about when he saw Mr. B wearing them on hikes, but now that the fantasy of Mr. B wearing them in a sexual context was coming to life, Jo was positive it would not be the last time. The soft, thick fabric was such a pleasant touch against his skin, Jo couldn’t stop himself and kissed the side of Mr. B’s foot.

  A drop of precum beaded at the tip of Mr. B’s darkened cock, and his chest rose and fell quicker. Jo grunted with pleasure and leaned in, pressing his nose against Mr. B’s sac, separating his balls with it. The musky scent of arousal and the still-present aroma of sperm left over from their previous fuck hit Jo head-on, and he massaged the furry thighs on both sides of his head, looking up at the flushed face behind the thick tower that was Mr. B’s dick. The skin of the scrotum was so warm as it clung to Jo’s face that he didn’t want to move yet, just enjoying the position and the soft tickle of Mr. B’s pubes, but Mr. B squeezed the base of his own cock, which somehow made it look even bigger in the large hand.

  “I don’t wanna come like this. I want you to fuck me.”

  His words tugged on Jo’s prick like a snug, hot fist, and he kissed Mr. B’s balls good-bye before fervently pulling on his hip, because he couldn’t find words to ask him to turn over. “Uh-huh...”

  Mr. B pulled the pillow he’d laid on under his stomach, and all of a sudden Jo was overwhelmed with the glorious image in front of him. Mr. B’s plaid shirt slightly pulled up his back, socks in place making sure he was cozy, round ass arched up, thighs spread in invitation. Mr. B looked over his shoulder with that handsome flush on his face, dreamy eyes pleading for a fuck. Jo had to squeeze his own dick hard not to come on the spot.

  “Shit, you look so hot,” he whimpered, finding his voice at last. He put his palms on the small of Mr. B’s back and moved them down his legs, then back to the thick pieces of meat that were his buttocks. A moan escaped Jo’s lips as he kneaded the flesh, moving it up and down, massaging it in circles, his eyes focused on the dusky shadow of the crack in between.

  “I’ve… I got ready for a client, so I’m really clean,” Mr. B said, and for a moment Jo’s mind went blank, unsure why his lover thought he needed to reassure him.

  “Baby, I’m not afraid of your ass. It’s super hot,” he said and leaned in, resting his cheek on one of Mr. B’s wonderfully soft buttocks. It was like a gel cushion, only warm, and fleshy, and so touchable.

  The gesture elicited a glorious little moan from Mr. B. “I really like to be rimmed,” he whispered. “If that’s something you think you could be into.”

  Jo’s head filled with hot vapor, like a pot about to explode all over the place. He squeezed the base of his cock and imagined cold, wet seaweed slapping against his cock. That always brought him back to normal whenever arousal became too much. “Oh, babe, That is so hot.” He didn’t even think and drew back, teasing the crack with just the tip of his tongue.

  Mr. B let out a tiny moan, and spread his thighs wider, while his sock-clad foot still teased Jo’s calf. He reached back and pulled one of his buttocks to the side, opening himself up for Jo even more. With the smell of pine trees falling into the background, and the fire crackling nearby, this was Jo’s heaven.

  “Fuck,” he murmured against Mr. B’s ass and delved deeper into the salty heat of Mr. B’s buttocks. He swiped his fingers up and down the cheeks, making sure to graze his nails over the sensitive skin at the border between ass and leg, but resisted having a taste and moved his face a bit, teasing the delicate skin inside the crack with the touch of his chin, nose, lips. Mr. B’s body smelled earthy, dry, somewhat like dark bread, and he moaned, moving his nose up and down.

  Mr. B arched higher with a moan, pushing his ass against Jo’s face. “Yes. That feels so good.”

  Being the source of such pleasure made Jo’s chest fill with pride and excitement all at once. Mr. B laid out under him, so vulnerable and open, was the stuff of dreams, but knowing Jo could provide all the attention and love Mr. B needed, made him feel more like a man than chopping wood or flipping tires at Crossfit.

  “I bet you’re delicious as well,” rasped Jo, spreading Mr. B’s buttocks and finally tasting him with long, wide licks of his tongue, which nevertheless avoided running over the pink, somewhat plump hole that awaited Jo’s touch. It twitched, and Jo found himself grinning as he massaged the meaty flesh of Mr. B’s ass.

  Mr. B didn’t say anything, but the way he squirmed under Jo’s ministrations told Jo everything he needed to know. Jo was the one to make Mr. B so horny he couldn’t stop moaning and twisting. Jo would also be the one to tease that pink hole until it was relaxed and ready to take his cock.

  “You like that?” asked Jo, rubbing Mr. B’s foot through the thick layer of wool. He swiped his tongue closer to the anus but didn’t touch it yet and tantalized it with making tinier and tinier circles with his touch.

  “Yes. Please…” Mr. B moaned, and his body shuddered under Jo’s touch. Jo loved seeing him turn into a shivering jelly of excitement. So much so that he rewarded him by suddenly pressing the tip of his tongue against the delicate entrance. It was just a nudge, but he could feel Mr. B turning soft in front of him.

  “God! Do that!” Mr. B arched his shoulders, seeming even more magnificent when he pleaded to be pleasured like this.

  Jo laughed and started drawing a star on the quivering flesh, dipping the tip of his tongue deeper each time it moved across the anus. The salty aroma spread in Jo’s mouth, and he groaned, clutching Mr. B’s buttocks while he continued teasing him, all the way until his flesh was so relaxed that he pushed most of his tongue through the sphincter.

  Mr. B’s wanton sounds only fired Jo up to give more and indulge his lover. He loved thinking of Mr. B as his lover. The feelings it evoked let him know he’d chosen right, but the way Mr. B stirred and arched his ass against Jo was what made Jo think that it wasn’t even a choice. He craved Mr. B in his life so much that any time they’d argued and stopped talking for a while, it had felt like being torn apart. He would do anything in his power to avoid ever experiencing that again.

  And he’d do so starting with the perfect rim job to make Mr. B all pliant and happy.

  He had no idea how long he spent eating Mr. B’s ass, but in the end, his dick was so hard it was starting to hurt, and he pushed his hands all the way to Mr. B’s shoulders, pressing his entire body against him. “I want you so much. Can I fuck you now?” he asked, running his hand over his partner’s tense chest.

  Mr. B clenched his buttocks under Jo and lifted him on top of himself for a second. “Can you ever…” he said between one barely caught breath and another. “I want your dick inside me quickly. I’ve fucking melted. That was so hot, and so good.”

  Jo closed his teeth over Mr. B’s shoulder blade, sucking on the flesh, but quickly pulled back, grabbing the lube as if his life depended on it. He wondered if he should warm it in his hand first, but desperate times called for desperate measures, so he rubbed his slick digits against Mr. B’s hole right away.

  It was met by a groan of happiness. Jo couldn’t help himself and as he spread the lube all the way between Mr. B’s buttocks. He pulled back to his knees to enjoy the view once more. He could barely comprehend that this glorious, meaty ass would be his. Thighs spread for him, Mr. B not only accepting him but begging for a fuck. Only now he realized he hadn’t even wondered much about this being the first time he’d fuck a guy. It was all about him and Mr. B.

  He only pulled his hands away from his lover so that he could put on the condom, and then he was back, moving his palm along the arching spine and already rubbing the head of his dick against the opening to Mr. B’s body. “How long
since...?” he whispered, barely able to breathe.

  Mr. B looked back at him over his shoulder, his beard messier than last time Jo’s seen it, cheeks red like ripe apples. “What? A few months. Jo… come on… I want to feel you.”

  Jo grinned so wide his lips ached, and he slowly pushed on, letting the tight channel of Mr. B’s ass suck him in. He fell right in, floating in the waves of heat breaking against him both from the side of the fire, and the eager flesh squeezing around him. The sharpness of fresh air made his brain hazy, so he just froze, desperately trying not to come.

  “Don’t come,” voiced by Mr. B was yet another incentive to focus on the seaweed once more. Not an easy task when balls-deep in the hottest guy on the planet.

  But Jo managed to take a few more deep breaths, and only opened his eyes when he was ready for it. Mr. B grinned at him, and Jo kissed the heated skin, slowly allowing himself to go deeper. His pubic bone touched Mr. B’s ass in one smooth glide, and he pressed his chest against the broad back, kissing it all over as he tried to find the lost threads of his mind. “That feels so fucking amazing.”

  Jo had fantasized about fucking Mr. B so many times. He hadn’t had the scruples Mr. B claimed to have. His fantasies had been filthy and downright pornographic, but they still couldn’t compare to the real thing. To Mr. B moaning under him as he took Jo’s dick eagerly as if it were fresh water in the desert.

  For a moment, he was lost in the question of what would be pleasurable for Mr. B. While he understood what worked for him when he was being penetrated, with the tables turned, he became slightly confused about the angle he should aim for. But within a few motions, a tremble in Mr. B’s thighs gave him the answer. Drunk on his success, Jo pulled on Mr. B’s arm, urging him into more of a kneeling position, so that he wouldn’t have to choose between pushing deep into the eager body and hugging his lover. With Mr. B’s size, it was something to consider.

  Mr. B was quick to comply, but this time when he glanced back for a moment, he wasn’t smiling. His brows were drawn a little, his lips parted as he took quick breaths, and he moaned with Jo’s every move. His beefy body was there for Jo’s pleasure, to knead the pecs and lick Mr. B’s back as each thrust forced a sexy groan out of his lover.

  The heat in Jo’s forehead was so great he didn’t know how to relieve it. Or even if he wanted to. Holding on to the meat on Mr. B’s hips, he stroked his cock over Mr. B’s prostate over and over, carefully aiming despite the little fires breaking out all over his own skin. He wanted his lover to have the most mind-blowing orgasm of his entire lifetime. With him. By the fire. Sated with donuts and warm. He looked down where they connected and couldn’t stop a low grunt when he watched Mr. B’s buttocks tremble every time Jo entered him.

  “I’m gonna come,” Mr. B moaned and dipped his head below his shoulders, stirring at every push of Jo’s hips. He reached under his body, somewhere where his cock was trapped against the pillow, and judging by the sound, started jerking off furiously. His bicep curled with the power behind that movement. “Don’t stop. Do me like that!”

  Jo groaned and pushed his face between Mr. B’s shoulder blades. His dick felt raw and close to bursting, but he clenched his eyelids and did his best to keep up the rhythm, instead of speeding up like his body urged him to. Shivering from the confusing bursts of heat and cold, he hugged Mr. B, kissing sweat off his back and letting himself ride the waves of pleasure at last.

  The way Mr. B’s ass clenched around Jo’s cock was freaking exquisite. Moaning into the silent woods, Mr. B didn’t have to care about keeping it down. He could let the whole area know of his orgasm. The tight channel around Jo’s dick started throbbing rhythmically, as if to milk Jo out of all the cum in his balls. He was happy to let it.

  Clinging to Mr. B’s body, Jo shuddered and cried out, curling up with his hips firmly pressed against Mr. B’s ass when he stopped thrusting into the heat of his lover’s body at last. Buried as deep as possible, he just let himself sink against Mr. B, completely spent and drained of any negative thoughts.

  “I love you,” Mr. B whispered between one gasp and another, but it didn’t need repeating. Jo knew it.

  Chapter 12

  Mr. B woke up with a dampness on his face, and only after a moment he realized it was morning dew. Right. They’d slept by the fire outside, under a blanket and a comforter. Not him and some William who paid to be here, but him and Jo, the guy he loved. The guy who decided to turn his life upside down for Mr. B.

  He nuzzled Jo’s cheek and gave him a kiss. Jo’s handsome face scrunched up, and he rolled his head against Mr. B’s bicep, disintegrating the bun on his head further. After not only fucking twice but also a whole night of sleeping under the piles of blankets, Jo’s soft, dark hair was all over the place, a tangled mess that made him look dishevelled and sexy in a different way than his usual stylish self.

  He pressed his eyelids tightly shut, only to open his eyes and look at Mr. B, still hazy from being awakened before his time. “Hn... B?” Jo asked and pressed his feet between Mr. B’s.

  Mr. B chuckled and cuddled up tighter against him. “Morning. I bet you now wish you were the one wearing wooly socks.”

  Jo chuckled, yawning and pressing his face against Mr. B’s beard, which only tousled it further. “I’m dressed. And you’re naked. I feel like I took some kind of milestone step,” he said, touching his warm fingers against Mr. B’s chest.

  “You did. You came out on a jam.” Mr. B loved saying that. It was so ridiculous he could hardly believe it. And he loved Jo all the more for it. Not only had he come over to stop Mr. B from making one of the bigger mistakes of his life but also went all the way to prove just how committed to being out and proud together he was.

  “Oh, God. Do you think it’s time to see how many people sent me private messages?” asked Jo, completely entangling himself with Mr. B’s limbs. He was still smiling, so that was a good sign.

  “You’d have to go down the road to get a decent signal, and I’m guessing you don’t want to go when you can be under the covers with a living radiator?”

  Jo laughed and looked back at the smoking remains of their fire. His eyes were so puffy after sleeping Mr. B couldn’t help himself and kissed both of his eyelids.

  “You know, there’s another thing I wanted to see. I’ve got some auctions going at the moment.”

  Mr. B groaned. “Jo, you’ve got enough shoes. Seriously.”

  Jo blinked, instantly shedding the haze of sleep. “Now I’m hurt. I’m not bidding, you dumbass. I am selling.”

  “What are you selling?” Mr. B rolled over on top of Jo, so as not to let him out. His ass still felt a bit tender after getting so well fucked yesterday, and he didn’t want either of them to move.

  Jo exhaled and reached out from under the blankets, scowling at the difference in temperature. He pulled close his bag and rummaged through it, eventually producing a Ziploc containing a wad of hard cash, which he tossed at Mr. B. “I think I owe you more for last night,” he said with a grin.

  Mr. B slapped his arm and laughed. “Bastard! What the hell is this money? I know how much you earn. Your salary was barely enough to cover the advance.”

  Jo took a deep breath. “I sold both my Air Jordans yesterday, the vintage ones, before coming here.”

  “What? Why do you have cash then? Did you sell them to a drug dealer?”

  Jo rolled his eyes. “There’s this website where you can sell your shoes, and you meet up in town for the exchange.”

  Mr. B smiled at him and pulled him back under the comforter. “You know I’ll give you back that advance. Don’t be silly.” He kissed Jo’s neck, still in awe of being able to be so free to do what he wanted with Jo.

  Jo rolled his eyes. “No, you won’t. I let you invest all this money into the brothel instead of stopping you. And if we are to be partners and produce those damn jams, I don’t want to just leech off you. I want to contribute,” he said, laying his head down and watching Mr. B intentl
y.

  Mr. B didn’t know what to say, so he gave Jo a kiss. That declaration was so sweet his heart ached. If Jo loved him more than his Air Jordans, they would definitely end up married one day. “Didn’t you say I’d have to employ you…?”

  Jo sighed, his expression going slightly tense. “If you want... but I thought... the business would have an easier start if I contributed as well. You remember I had those limited edition boots I won and that I never wore, because they were super expensive, and I was afraid to damage them? Well, they’re up for auction now, along with some of my other stuff. It would bring the kind of money we need.”

  Mr. B kissed him again, wondering if he’d ever have enough of touching Jo in this intimate way. “I’d rather be partners. You already got us a label and all that. We’ll share the work, and I’ll find another way to make more money to kickstart those jams. Mr. A said he’d take some of my furniture into his store.”

  Jo’s mouth spread into a smile, and he kissed Mr. B on the nose. “That’s awesome. See? I prefer you to my clothes. How’s that sound?”

  “That sounds… pretty needy.” Mr. B laughed and tickled Jo under the ribs. “But seriously, I don’t think sex work would be for me even if I were single.”

  “You don’t say...” Jo rubbed their feet together under the covers. “But this room you created can still be of use. Just think about how long it was just this ruined train car. It’s a real home now.”

  Mr. B looked over to the train car he was so proud of. “So at least something good came out of the brothel idea. Mr. A was suggesting something along the lines of renting it out, and that could work. Especially in the summer. We would make sure it looks great, take great photos, and put it up online. We could stay at your parents’ when we have guests. It would help us save up.”

  Jo smiled. “Or we could restore the other train car while it’s warm and have two rooms to rent out. Or we could live in one and rent out the other. It’s a good idea.”