by Kate Steele
Crewe groaned and took Ethan’s mouth for another scorching kiss. Ethan let his tongue twine with Crewe’s just as his fingers slid through the pelt of fur on Crewe’s chest. Crewe’s mouth began to wander over Ethan’s cheek and jaw. He kissed a path to Ethan’s earlobe, giving it a sucking nibble before laving his tongue over the sensitive hollow beneath it. Ethan sucked in a deep breath at the contact. His head tossed on the pillow, his body shaking. With a hand to his head, Crewe held Ethan still and sucked at the newly discovered hot spot until Ethan was gasping and shuddering under him.
Fantasy blended with reality and Ethan dove in with both feet. Nothing in his life had prepared him for the sheer seductive luxury of being touched by experienced, caring hands. Mind and body went their separate ways. Pleasure and sensation became the order of the day. Crewe radiated heat and pure primal passion. He bestowed both with equal fervor, his touches sending ripples of need through Ethan until there was nothing but the desire for more.
Ethan’s hands tingled with the unaccustomed feel of bare flesh not his own. Unconsciously they roved, explored, squeezed and petted. Crewe’s occasional groan underscored the sounds that pushed from between Ethan’s lips. He was vaguely conscious of them, but helpless to stop. It all felt so damned good! Crewe’s mouth, tongue and teeth kept him swamped with sensation. They wandered over his throat, his collarbone and lower. Both nipples were treated to their wet heat and the teasing edge of Crewe’s teeth.
The tugs at his pants failed to register as did the slide of his zipper. Only Crewe’s fingers closing around the stiff length of his shaft caught his attention. But for Crewe’s body holding him in place, Ethan would have launched himself off the bed in sheer shock. As it was he cried out, shoulders braced, hips pushing frantically, driving his cock through the circle formed by Crewe’s fist.
Hot breath whispered across Ethan’s ear. “That’s it, baby. So hot. Fuck my hand. Come on, give it up. Give me something sweet.”
Instinct kept Ethan’s hips pumping, the pressure building. A few firm sweeps of Crewe’s thumb over Ethan’s cock head did the trick. He froze then jerked, coming with a yell. Pearly ropes of liquid heat burst free to land on Ethan’s chest and stomach. Subsequent bursts spilled over Crewe’s hand. Ethan’s eyelids fluttered, his eyes opening in time to see Crewe licking at the white cream that coated his fingers.
Crewe held Ethan’s gaze. Rising up on his knees he opened his jeans and pushed them down, freeing his cock. Steady fingers reached out, scooping semen from Ethan’s belly. Crewe coated his cock and pumped. Already panting from his own release, Ethan couldn’t catch his breath. Everything was building anew. Arousal, heat, need. Watching Crewe masturbate was something beyond his wildest fantasy.
Crewe was uncircumcised. His foreskin moved with each slide of his hand. Crewe pushed it as far forward as possible then very deliberately eased it back. Ethan’s mouth opened, his eyes wide with anticipation. Ever so slowly Crewe’s plump, red, cock head was revealed.
“Oh, God,” Ethan reverently breathed.
“You like that?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Come here, babe. Give me your hand. Need you to touch me.”
Ethan sat up and scooted down a bit. Crewe took his hand and guided it, curling Ethan’s fingers around his cock. Together they stroked. “Oh, yeah. Oh fuck, yeah,” Crewe growled. “Faster, babe, squeeze it. Ah, God, yes!”
Crewe threw his head back. A jolt shook his body. Thick sprays of seed rushed forth to splash against Ethan’s skin. Ethan shuddered, nearly as undone as Crewe. Releasing Ethan’s hand, Crewe pushed him back on the bed and draped himself along Ethan’s side. His leg rested possessively over Ethan’s legs, his hand caressing Ethan’s torso, massaging their combined semen into Ethan’s skin. Crewe’s breath was warm against his neck and Ethan shivered.
“Are you cold?” Crewe asked.
Ethan shook his head. “Not really,” he said, then unexpectedly yawned.
“There’s a good sign.”
“What?”
“You’re sleepy. Any guy who’s not sleepy after coming didn’t get off very well.”
“Is that a guy rule?”
“Yep.” Crewe sat up and wrestled his jeans off before climbing out of bed. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
After a minute, Ethan heard the toilet flush and water running. Crewe returned with a wet washcloth and a hand towel. Over Ethan’s protests he wiped him down, dried him and pulled Ethan’s pants and briefs the rest of the way down and off.
“Nap time.”
“I need to pee first.” Ethan slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom, leaving Crewe picking up clothes from the floor. When he returned, Crewe had their clothes folded and lying across a chair. Their shoes had also been gathered and sat neatly out of the way under the same chair.
Crewe had pulled the covers down on the bed and lay waiting. Walking out of the bathroom stark naked under Crewe’s admiring gaze had Ethan coloring from the top of his head to his toes. Crewe patted the empty space beside him and Ethan quickly dove in, pulling the covers over them both.
“Don’t know what you’re so shy about. You’ve got a nice little body there, babe.” Crewe eased an arm around Ethan’s shoulders and pulled him close.
Ethan snuggled in and laid his head on Crewe’s chest. “I’m scrawny,” he declared, distracted. The whole ‘naked in bed with your lover and cuddling’ thing had his head spinning.
“Not scrawny. You’re slim.” Crewe’s hand ran up and down Ethan’s back. “You’ve got good proportions. A little exercise would build up some muscle definition. The Tai Chi will help with that, and there’re a few other things we can do. You’ll never be as muscular as Nick, but then it wouldn’t look right on you. And you’ve got some very nice features.” Crewe’s hand strayed down and cupped one cheek of Ethan’s bottom. “Like this killer ass and that gorgeous cock of yours.”
“Jeez, Crewe.” Ethan squirmed in embarrassment.
“What? Your cock is gorgeous. Get used to it, Ethan. I say what I mean.” Crewe took a deep breath. “So, was being with me as awful as you thought it would be?”
Ethan found himself smiling. The big, bad stud needed reassurance. “You know it was good. I never thought it would be bad. I just didn’t know what to expect.”
“There’s more, you know.”
“You mean…” Ethan swallowed. “Anal?”
“Yeah. You gonna let me?”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“It doesn’t have to. Not if you’re prepared. I’ve got lots of lube and lots of time. Remember, I promised to make it good for you.”
“I know.”
“So?”
“Right now?”
“No. We need a little nap first. But later?”
Feeling again like he was on a ledge waiting to be pushed off, Ethan screwed up his courage. “All right.”
Crewe squeezed him tight. “Don’t worry. You’ll be glad you said yes. Have I steered you wrong yet?”
“No, but you haven’t been steering me very long either.”
Crewe chuckled and gave Ethan a slow, sweet kiss. “Sleep.”
Ethan was sure he wouldn’t but exhaustion proved him wrong. He slept.
And woke up to hot, wet heaven. Crewe was bent over him, his mouth full of Ethan’s cock, his nose buried in Ethan’s pubes. Ethan arched into him, his body automatically searching for more. A quick compressing massage gripped his cock when Crewe swallowed. It was followed by the long slow glide of tightened lips and a teasing tongue as Crewe slid up and off, leaving a teasing lick on the sensitized head.
The feel of Crewe’s mouth was utterly amazing. “More,” Ethan insisted, writhing against Crewe.
Crewe chuckled softly and rose up, pulling Ethan into his arms. He brought their lips together, his tongue teasing and taking Ethan’s open-mouthed invitation. Crewe rolled them to their sides, his movements matching Ethan’s. Their hips rubbed and ground together, their cocks side by side -
- thick, solid and hard as nails.
Pulling back a bit, Crewe growled softly. “More of that later. Right now I want to be inside you. Gonna get you ready for me, babe.”
Ethan tensed, ducked his head and nodded. Oh, God, oh, God. This is it.
“Hey.” Crewe slid his hand under Ethan’s chin, pulling his face up so their gazes could mesh. “Remember what I said. Lots of lube and lots of time. We’re gonna take this real slow. I won’t come inside you until you ask me.”
“What if I don’t ask?”
Crewe gave him a confident grin. “You will.”
Ethan rolled his eyes but had to smile. Crewe’s good humor was contagious. Crewe leaned over him. Ethan heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing. Crewe came back with a bottle of lube. He opened it and spread some on his fingers and thumb, rubbing them together, making them shiny and slick.
“What do you want me to do?” Ethan asked, fascinated by the wet shimmer of those long, tapered fingers.
“Just lay here and feel good,” Crewe answered.
He kept them on their sides, face to face, and instructed Ethan to drape his top leg over Crewe’s hip. Ethan’s legs spread to accommodate Crewe’s wider width. Crewe wiggled down a bit, pushing Ethan’s leg higher until it lay over his hip, then reached between Ethan’s legs. Warm, slick fingers brushed over Ethan’s balls and he jerked, his leg tightening around Crewe.
“That’s it, baby. Here we go.”
Crewe’s clever fingers teased and caressed. He spent long moments massaging Ethan’s balls and the short strip of skin between them and his hole. The feeling was exquisite. One finger finally moved to his entrance and tantalized it by gently circling and rubbing the soft wrinkled skin while making no effort to penetrate. Ethan’s tight pucker quivered, opening and closing, inviting and retreating. His hips started a slow, rolling rhythm. He went from unsure to needy. Unconsciously his body employed subtle shifts to capture that elusive finger.
When Crewe’s finger finally slid over his hole, Ethan couldn’t help the moan that spilled out. His thighs tensed and he pushed back. Crewe filled his unspoken need and slid his finger inside. Ethan’s sphincter gripped the invader but the lack of pain had him quickly relaxing. Crewe pushed, going deeper in small increments until his finger was smoothly gliding in and out.
Ethan panted, uttering an occasional small moan. “Good, feels good.”
“I can tell. You tell me when you want more.”
“Now. Want more now.”
“You sure?” Crewe teased softly.
“Yes.”
“Then more you get.”
Crewe withdrew to add more lube to his fingers. Ethan protested the withdrawal, but Crewe shushed him with a kiss. One slick finger became two. Ethan tensed at first but relaxed and was soon pushing into Crewe’s touch, the slight burn and stretch becoming an even greater pleasure. The brush of Crewe’s fingertips against his prostate made him groan and spread wider, wantonly searching. In fact, he insisted. “More. More, Crewe.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for three?”
“Don’t tease,” Ethan panted. “Yes. Gimme.”
“As my lover commands.”
More lube and more fingers. Ethan rode the slight discomfort, pushed through the fleeting pain and barreled straight for the waiting pleasure. His body found a rhythm matching Crewe’s push, forcing Crewe’s fingers deeper. It was all there. Almost perfect. The heat and scent that rose between them. Naked skin on naked skin. His cock rubbing against Crewe’s. The pleasure rippling through his belly. All there but not quite enough.
He whimpered, moaned. “Crewe.”
“Right here, baby.”
“More.”
“There’s only one thing left, lover.”
“Give it.”
“Ask me, Ethan. Tell me what you want.”
Ethan shuddered, struggling with the words. “Your cock.”
“What do you want me to do with it? Say it, baby. It’s so easy. There’s only one way you get to come, Ethan, and that’s on my cock. Say it. Please.”
“Fuck me!” Ethan yelled.
“There you go,” Crewe soothed with a husky growl.
He pushed Ethan to his back and moved between his thighs. Reaching for a condom, Crewe opened it and rolled it on. Another round of lube slicked Crewe’s cock and he pushed Ethan’s legs back. Cock in hand, Crewe teased Ethan’s entrance while Ethan rolled and writhed against him.
“Relax and push out, Ethan.” Steady pressure took him in, breaching the tight entrance.
“Fuck, Crewe!”
Crewe held still. “It’s all right, baby. Breathe, just breathe for me.” The tight muscles that gripped his cock slowly relaxed. “You all right?”
Panting, Ethan nodded. “Yeah, that hurt a little.”
Crewe pushed forward a bit, then pulled back. “How’s this feel?”
“Better.” Crewe did it again. “Oh God. Good. More,” Ethan demanded. Crewe complied and slid deeper, his cock brushing Ethan’s gland. “Oh fuck, it’s good! Don’t stop.”
“Not gonna stop. Can’t. You feel so damn good around me. Gonna fuck your tight, little ass till you come.”
Ethan shuddered at Crewe’s vehement vow. Crewe hooked Ethan’s legs over his arms and started a slow rhythm that took him in and out with deep, long strokes. The fact that he was nearly bent double didn’t faze Ethan one bit. He pulled one leg back further to rest on Crewe’s shoulder, opening himself wider. One hand rested on Crewe’s other shoulder, the other going to Crewe’s head. His fingers slid through Crewe’s hair and pulled until Crewe followed where he wanted. Ethan rose up a bit and sealed his mouth over Crewe’s, his tongue sliding into Crewe’s mouth. Crewe was more than eager to play and their tongues stroked and coiled around each other, their breath filling each other’s lungs until there wasn’t enough to go on.
Ethan lay back, panting for air. He felt so full, the caress of Crewe’s cock inside his body overwhelming, amazing. Crewe changed positions a bit, encouraging Ethan to wrap his legs around Crewe’s waist. In this position Crewe’s upper body was directly over Ethan’s which made kissing less of a strain. He continued the slow, deep thrusts of his cock. Ethan lost himself in the kisses and the feel of his own hard cock brushing against Crewe’s sweat-beaded belly. The pleasure and need rose higher. Ethan could feel it gather in his balls and the base of his spine. The pressure increased. His need for release was almost painful.
Ethan began to push against Crewe. “Please, oh God, Crewe, please. I need.”
“What, babe? This?” Crewe rose up on his knees. Changing the angle, he thrust harder, faster.
“Yes,” Ethan yelled, Crewe pegging his gland with every stroke of his cock.
Ethan felt Crewe’s hand wrap around his cock. The next push of his hips sent Ethan’s cock sliding through his tight, slick fist. A few strokes was all it took. Ethan’s back arched, shoulders and hips slamming against the bed. His cock spewed. Thick streams of fragrant, white come spilled between them, anointing Ethan’s torso and Crewe’s hand.
His channel clamped down hard on Crewe’s cock dragging a guttural groan from him while sending him over the edge. Crewe’s hips slapped against him hard, once, twice, and again. Ethan could swear he felt the pulse of Crewe’s heartbeat deep inside his own body.
Crewe shuddered above him and collapsed, rolling to his side, taking Ethan with him. His waning erection slid free and they both moaned.
“Fucking hell,” Crewe breathed, panting softly as another shudder rippled under his skin. “Never, never felt anything so good.” He cupped Ethan’s face in his hands. “You all right, babe? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Ethan shook his head and managed a weak smile. His body hummed with good vibrations, making him feel intoxicated. “I’m fine, real fine, absolutely good.”
Crewe’s smile was warm, his eyes sparkled and danced with amusement. “Oh, you are that. Very, very fine.” Crewe’s expression turned serious. “Do you want t
o go home or will you stay with me tonight?”
Ethan bit his lip, then released it with a lick. Crewe’s eyes followed the movement as though mesmerized. “You want me to stay?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Then I’ll stay.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Are you hungry? We didn’t have the dinner I’d planned to take you out to.”
“Not really, but I’ll keep you company if you want to eat.”
“Nah. I’m mostly sleepy.”
“The guy rule?”
“The guy rule,” Crewe acknowledged with a grin.
“I could definitely sleep. It’s been a very unusual day.” Crewe sat up, removed the condom and tied it off. Ethan watched with wide eyes. “A very unusual day.”
“But a good one, I hope?”
“One of the best I can remember,” Ethan replied, wanting Crewe to know just how much it all meant to him.
“I want to give you as many days like this as you’ll let me,” Crewe answered and, with a finger under Ethan’s chin, raised Ethan’s lips to his for a kiss. “Let me get rid of this and we’ll sleep.” Crewe indicated the used condom.
He slid out of bed and padded to the bathroom, then once again returned with a damp washcloth and towel. Giving in to Ethan’s protest that he could do it himself, he let Ethan clean himself up. After returning them to the bathroom, Crewe turned off the lamp and eased back into bed. Ethan cuddled close into the heat Crewe radiated. Mutual, satisfied sighs sounded then all was quiet.
Chapter Five
Crewe woke up spooned around Ethan. It was the best thing ever. Better than he’d ever dreamed. Ethan smelled so good. Just like in high school only more, richer, tastier. Of course the fact that their scents mingled and were overlaid with the musk of sex made it just that much more exciting.