Phaze Fantasies, Vol. III

by J Buchanan, Jade Falconer, Eliza Gayle

  Kurt smiled. “Were you able to get my check?"

  "Oh! Yeah.” Jeff came back to reality. He picked up the envelope and started to hand it over, then pulled it back. “I was wondering..."

  Kurt reached for the check and stopped mid-grab. “Uh huh?"

  "Were you still thinking about that beer? My evening just opened up."

  A warm smile spread across his face. “Absolutely! I should probably clean up real quick first—"

  Jeff waved his hand. “Don't bother on my account. Whatever's easiest."

  "Okay.” Kurt nodded, still smiling. “I know a great place, not too crowded. You want to follow me?"

  "Sure. I just need to finish a couple things here."

  "Take your time. Meet me in the parking lot whenever you're ready."

  "Will do.” Jeff watched him turn to leave, wondering just what he'd gotten himself into. He saw the slightest shake of Kurt's sculpted ass, and he smiled.

  Chapter Two

  Kurt sat astride a motorcycle in the parking lot when Jeff got there. “Oh, Jesus, that's yours?” He walked around the big black Harley, admiring it.

  "Yep. Do you ride?"

  Shaking his head, Jeff replied, “I have a little in the past. Not for a long time."

  "We might just have to change that.” Kurt smiled at him, fastening a black helmet on his head by the chin strap. “So, are you going to follow me?"

  "Don't go too fast.” He pulled the keys to his Accord from his pocket.

  "Only as fast as you can handle.” Kurt grinned, revved the engine, and zipped from the parking lot.

  Laughing, Jeff hurried to get in his car and catch up. He found Kurt waiting for him a half block away, and laughed as the man shot him another wicked grin before again speeding off.

  The motorcycle slowed to a reasonable pace, and he was able to follow with no problem. Jeff didn't recognize the bar they parked in front of, but it looked like a decent place. “I've never been here,” he commented when they met on the sidewalk.

  "It's a nice place. I think you'll like it. Say, can I stick my helmet in your car? I won't have to hang onto it inside that way."

  "Sure.” Jeff unlocked his car door and Kurt set his helmet on the seat. Securing the lock, he followed the other man to the front door of the bar called Quincy's.

  Kurt held the door open for him and Jeff entered. The bar was dark but obviously clean and nicely kept up. “This is nice."

  "Yeah. Somebody recommended it to me, and I've been coming here ever since.” Stepping up to the bar, he glanced at Jeff. “I'm drinking Miller in a bottle. What's your pleasure?"

  "The same,” Jeff agreed. He didn't drink much beer anymore, and wasn't choosy about it. Lana preferred wine, or even champagne for celebrations.

  "So.” Kurt settled onto a barstool and reached for his beer. “You're not from around here, either?"

  Jeff picked at the label on his beer bottle, something he used to do when he was nervous. “Closer than you. I grew up in St. Louis."

  "How'd you end up in K.C.?” Kurt took a swig of his beer.

  "Looking for something different,” he replied, quoting the line Kurt gave him earlier. He shrugged.

  Kurt smiled. “Fate. So, I have a question for you. I heard a nasty rumor about you at work."

  Jeff was surprised. He got along well with everyone at Birdwell, what kind of rumor could there be? “Really?"

  "Yeah.” Kurt took another sip and then smiled almost shyly. “I heard you were engaged to the boss's daughter ... what's her name, Laura?"

  Jeff breathed a sigh of relief. He hated being the subject of gossip, and went out of his way to avoid it. “Lana. Yeah, I am. We got engaged about six months ago."

  "Is that so?” Kurt asked thoughtfully and took a long, slow drink.

  "Yep. I've worked at Birdwell about three years. She's a year younger, so she graduated from college a year after me. She's been there about two years...” he trailed off. Kurt watched him with amusement as he rambled. “You don't care about all this."

  "Sure I do. It's very interesting. Perplexing, too."

  "What do you mean?” Jeff took a sip of his beer, suddenly feeling nervous.

  Kurt gestured with his hands as he spoke. “See, I pride myself on being a good judge of people. I had you sized up the first time I saw you—or so I thought. Apparently my ‘gay-dar’ was off track this time."

  "Gay-dar?" Jeff repeated slowly, glancing around. For the first time he realized there were other couples in the bar, talking quietly like they were, and all of them were men. They were in a gay bar. “Oh, Jesus.” He took another quick drink.

  Kurt grinned. “I'm really sorry, man. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just assumed—well, never mind. Then I heard a couple people talking about you and Laura today, and I discovered I might have made a mistake."

  "Lana,” Jeff said slowly.

  "Whatever.” Kurt tossed his head back and polished off his beer. “Let's have one more before we hit the road. Two's my limit when I'm driving.” He glanced around. “I need something to eat. Where's that popcorn?” There was a bowl farther down the bar, and he stood and reached across Jeff to get it. “Two more beers over here!” he called.

  Kurt's thighs and ass were practically in Jeff's face, and he stifled a groan. His cock stiffened for about the tenth time that day. It'd happened once when he thought about Lana, and about nine times thinking of Kurt. He watched the good-looking man settle back onto his stool and grab a handful of popcorn. “I ... uh, you weren't completely wrong."

  "Hmm?” Kurt raised an eyebrow. They paused as the bartender placed two new bottles of beer before them.

  Jeff watched the man walk away before stating, “It's just that—well, I'm not gay.” He wanted to make that perfectly clear. Putting the rest of his thoughts into words wasn't as easy. “I've had a couple encounters—with guys, that is—but I'm really straight. I'm marrying Laura. I mean ... Lana!” The other man had him totally flustered.

  "Is that so?” Kurt appeared thoughtful as he took a pull on his beer. “Really straight, you say? I wonder about that."

  Jeff was embarrassed, but had to try and explain. “I had this relationship ... in college ... but it never felt quite right. I mean, it felt good—” He was flustered again. If his face wasn't beet red before, it had to be now.

  Kurt simply looked at him, an amused half-smile on his face.

  "Shit. I don't know what I mean anymore.” Jeff took a long drink, finishing off his beer. He shoved the bottle aside and reached for the fresh one.

  "Don't be embarrassed.” Kurt nudged elbows with him. “There's always some awkwardness at the beginning of a new relationship, whether men or women are involved. Personally, I think it's more complicated with women."

  "You've dated women?” Jeff was surprised. He figured guys were either gay or straight, and he was the only one sitting on the fence.

  Kurt shrugged. “A couple. It's not really my thing. Had to give it a shot, though, to see what I might be missing out on.” He chuckled and Jeff laughed.

  "That's funny."

  With another shrug, Kurt added, “Pretty common. Most people struggle with their sexuality at some point. I finally decided to stop struggling. I know what I like, and I go after it.” He gave Jeff the once-over with his eyes.

  It caused another flush, and he felt the heat not only in his face but also lower. His cock twitched when he saw the look of desire on Kurt's face. His emotions tugged at him. “I wasn't really looking for a new relationship. I was thinking—"

  Kurt spun to face him, planting his hands on Jeff's knees. “In the immortal words of some great country singer, 'This ain't no thinkin’ thing'."

  Surprised, Jeff looked at him. Conflicted emotions raced through him, and all he could think to say was, “Oh, God. You like country music? Could we be any more different?"

  Leaning in, Kurt said softly, “We're alike in ways that count. I'm attracted to you, man. I have been since the first time I
saw you."

  With a muffled groan, Jeff's words rushed forth. “I feel the same way! I couldn't keep from staring out my window, hoping to get a glimpse of you every day."

  Kurt smiled and moved his face closer for a kiss. Jeff's mind screamed protest, but remembered they were in a gay bar, and realized it was probably commonplace behavior there. He stopped thinking when Kurt's face drew closer and his eyes closed. His lips pressed against Jeff's and both men sighed.

  He parted his lips and Kurt's tongue slid in, exploring new territory. It ran across his teeth before batting against his tongue, wanting to play. Kurt tasted masculine, like beer and popcorn with a hint of something minty, and Jeff groaned with pleasure. He'd forgotten how much he enjoyed kissing another man. The rough scrape of the unshaven chin felt heavenly against his softer face, and he raised one hand to cup and caress a cheek.

  Kurt pulled back a little and whispered, “Come home with me."

  Home. Thoughts of Lana zipped through his mind and he fought for breath. He finally said, “We can't go home."

  With a smile, Kurt curled a finger under Jeff's chin. “Not your home, my home. I have an apartment close by."

  "I—” He was utterly conflicted. He knew he needed to leave, but he wanted this more than anything he could remember wanting for a long time. “I can't. Lana..."

  "Shhh.” Kurt pulled his face closer and nuzzled his neck. “Don't think about her. Don't think at all. This doesn't have to be serious. How about just a little bit of fun?"

  His breathing was labored as Kurt continued kissing his neck. When the man's hand slid up his thigh and squeezed, he knew he was lost. “I like fun,” he murmured.

  Kurt allowed his hand to brush over Jeff's rampant hard-on before standing. “Wait right here.” He adjusted the bulge in his own jeans before moving to speak with the bartender. He handed the man some money. When he returned, he reached for Jeff's hand and said, “Come on. I know a place we can go."

  Jeff stood and allowed himself to be led toward the back of the bar. They passed restrooms and a room with a pool table before coming to what appeared to be an office. Kurt drew him through the small space into a larger room with a sofa and two chairs. He locked the door and turned so they faced each other.

  "What is this place?” He looked around quickly.

  "You don't want to know.” Kurt grinned. “I wouldn't get too comfortable on the sofa.” He glanced down. “The chairs don't look bad, though."

  "Oh, God,” he muttered. It was a room men used to have sex in the bar. He'd heard of such places, but never seen one up close. “That's gross."

  Kurt looked into his eyes as he unfastened Jeff's belt and unzipped his pants. “You're thinking again. What do I have to do to get you to stop thinking?"

  "Whatever you want to do,” Jeff breathed, and inhaled as his trousers and briefs were shoved to the floor. His cock bounced free, hard and firm, and to his pleasure he heard Kurt groan.

  "Oh, yeah.” The other man dropped to his knees, cupping Jeff's balls in one hand and his stiff rod in the other. “This is nice. This is what I want."

  "I want it, too,” he mumbled, barely able to speak. He grabbed the wall behind him for support.

  "You want to sit? We could move to the chair.” Kurt buried his nose in the coarse blond hair that surrounded Jeff's cock.

  "No, I'm fine.” He pressed his back into the wall, relishing the feeling. Standing felt right, somehow. “Oh, God, I'm more than fine.” His ball sac disappeared into Kurt's hungry mouth, and he gasped.

  "You taste so good,” the handsome man on his knees murmured when he released the heavy load. “I want to taste your cock.” His tongue dipped into the slit at the tip, lapping up the first traces of pre-come. The strokes grew larger, wetter, until his mouth engulfed the swaying staff and drew it in.

  Jeff panted for air and thrust his hips forward. “That's it, yeah. Suck it. Oh, damn...” His insides churned as hot seed rumbled up, already preparing to gush forth.

  "Not so fast.” Kurt removed his mouth and clamped his hand firmly at the base of Jeff's cock. “Shit, buddy, you're ready to explode here. How long's it been since you had a good blow job?"

  "Forever,” he sighed, leaning back against the wall. It felt that way, at least. Kurt's strong hands and stubbled face turned him on quicker and more strongly than anything ever had. He still felt ready to shoot, even with pressure holding him back.

  "Well, in that case...” Kurt chuckled sensuously, and released his grip. “You deserve it. You taste so good, I'm going to savor every drop."

  "I'm clean, by the way,” Jeff said, glancing down.

  With an amused snort, Kurt nipped at the head of his cock. “Can't say much for your timing, but that's good to know. So am I. Always use condoms and have myself tested regularly."

  "Me—too—” he gasped as Kurt's mouth enveloped him again. This time there was no holding back. The suction was too great, and felt too fabulous. Combined with a few firm strokes of his shaft and feather-light fingers dusting over his balls—he shattered. Waves of pleasure flooded through him as he filled the man's willing mouth and throat. It seemed to take forever before his shuddering and quaking subsided, and he could focus his eyes again. Glancing down, he saw warm brown eyes watching him affectionately.

  Kurt pulled back, lathing his cock with a few last licks. “Hope that felt as good as it tasted."

  "That felt...” Words escaped him. There wasn't an adjective big enough to describe how great it felt. He settled on, “fantastic,” adding emphasis to his voice to convey exactly how fantastic he meant.

  "Great.” Kurt kissed the area around the flaccid cock and worked his hands up to Jeff's stomach. Kissing his way up, he lingered on the belly button, dipping in with his tongue a few times. Shoving his shirt up, the man placed soft kisses in a trail up to each flat nipple, and sucked them until they puckered.

  Back on his feet, he pressed his clothed body against Jeff's almost naked one.

  Jeff felt the other man's hard cock nudging his thigh, and groaned. Kurt's tongue invaded his mouth, the salty taste of his own come still prevalent. Pleasant memories of hot college sex filled his mind, and he kissed the other man hungrily. Their tongues batted back and forth, mouths pressed tight, until they were forced to come up for air.

  "I want you,” he murmured, his thigh pressing into the hard cock.

  "I want you, too.” Kurt dry humped his leg. “If we were at my place, I'd grease my cock up and shove it inside you.” He pressed harder. “Damn, that sounds good."

  "It's okay. Let me reciprocate.” He tried to drop to his knees but Kurt held him up.

  "I'm sweaty from working outside all day. That's the other thing we're missing, not being at my place, a shower."

  "I don't mind."

  Kurt turned his back to him, unfastening his jeans and shoving them down. “I mind. Just use your hand. Leave your mouth up here where I can enjoy it.” He leaned against a chair for support.

  Jeff pressed against the man's ass, slipping his hands around to grab his cock and balls. The rigid staff was about the same size as his, with a similar bend to the left. It felt natural and comfortable to grab it and squeeze, then stroke it up and down slowly. His other hand caressed Kurt's ball sac, already swollen with desire.

  "Jesus,” Kurt breathed, and turned his face sideways. “That feels fucking incredible."

  "Your body is incredible,” Jeff breathed in his ear, and began kissing around the lobe. He murmured as he made a trail to the man's neck, “I can imagine myself fucking you for hours.” His limp cock had firmed up, and he forced it between Kurt's ass cheeks.

  "Next time,” Kurt panted. “We'll plan better. We'll have more time ... and the right supplies."

  "Oh yeah,” he agreed, vaguely realizing there shouldn't be a next time. Couldn't be a next time. He was marrying Laura—Lana! Shit!

  "Kiss me,” Kurt urged, looking back at him.

  Thoughts of Lana—Laura—whatever—left his mind. “Oh
, yeah.” He drove his tongue into the open and waiting mouth. His hand found a rhythm, stroking and pulling the throbbing cock. Pre-come leaked from the tip, and using his other hand, he scooped the drops from it. He brought a sticky finger to their mouths for both of them to taste.

  "Fuck!” Kurt muttered into his mouth, and he chuckled.

  He knew the other man was close, and enjoyed the look on his face as he frantically tried to kiss, lick, and breathe all at one time. “That's it, baby,” he encouraged. “Come for me.” He moved his mouth to Kurt's ear and whispered, “Come on. This time in my hand. Next time in my ass.” He thrust his cock into the quivering ass cheeks before him, and heard a low growl.

  Kurt began to shake and his cock erupted. Streams of milky liquid spurted, filling his hand and overflowing to the floor. Kurt jerked forward, but he grabbed him and pulled his body close. “That's it,” he murmured softly into one ear. “You got it. There you go."

  When the obviously intense orgasm ended, Kurt glanced back at him. “Oh. My. God."

  "Yeah,” Jeff chuckled, “Damn, that was hot.” He straightened, and Kurt did the same. Raising his briefs and trousers, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands. He turned to Kurt and attempted to clean up the man's drooping prick.

  "Thanks.” Kurt smiled and got dressed. He grabbed some tissues from a box on the table and wiped up a puddle on the floor. “This is a little gross."

  Jeff laughed, wondering how many other people had made deposits there. “Just a little,” he agreed. He tucked in his shirt and watched Kurt compose himself similarly.

  "Next time it'll be better."

  With his senses back intact, reality again took hold. Jeff sighed and looked in the other man's eyes. “There can't be a next time, you know."

  A flicker of unhappiness clouded his dark eyes as Kurt answered, “Sure there can. We just have to be careful."

  Jeff shook his head. “This was great, but I can't cheat on Lana."

  Kurt chuckled. “That ship has sailed, buddy."

  "Not the way I've rationalized it in my mind. This was a one-time thing. I needed to get it out of my system."