The Fortunes of Fausto (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

  David put the papers down and grinned at his young protégé. “What’s with the towel?” he demanded.

  Gene shrugged. “Nothing, I guess.”

  “You aren’t usually so modest. You’re usually strutting around buck naked, giving all of the other guys an eyeful.”

  “Well, all of the other guys have left, so it’d be wasted on them.”

  “It’s not wasted on me.”

  “That’s what I was counting on.”

  David stood up. “Lie down on the massage table and I’ll give you a nice rubdown. I bet you can use it after that scrimmage—and after all of those bench presses,” he added slyly. “Just who did you think you were trying to impress with that little exhibition?”

  Once again, Gene shrugged his broad, bare shoulders. “Not you—that’s for sure!”

  He discarded the damp towel and stretched out nude, facedown, on the padded massage tabletop. David took off his wristwatch, then poured some rubbing alcohol onto his hands. Standing beside the table, which came up to his crotch, he leaned over Gene’s back and began to massage his shoulders and neck with slow, strong kneading gestures of both hands. Gene groaned with undisguised, animal pleasure as the older guy worked on him.

  “Did he take the bait?” David teased.

  “Who—Fausto? Hell, no. Well,” Gene said, after a moment’s thought, “he did agree to try working out with me. That ought to turn out okay. But otherwise, the guy was a big disappointment. He’s obviously still a virgin. When it comes to guys, at least. I sort of made a pass at him while we were in the showers together, but he didn’t seem to pick up on it at all. Maybe it’s some sort of Puerto Rican Catholic guilt trip or something.”

  Gene fell silent, and David poured some alcohol onto his back. “But you do like him,” he coached, resuming the massage, when Gene didn’t say anything further about his teammate.

  “He’s okay. More than okay, really. I think he’s got a hot body. And a big cock, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Hey, why all the questions, David? You jealous?”

  “You know I’m not. I believe in sharing. I’m just trying to get my cheap vicarious thrills, that’s all,” the assistant coach said, and he laughed. “I’m already picturing you and that big Puerto Rican stud in bed together. His dark skin against your fair skin. Hot. Very hot.”

  David’s hands had slid down Gene’s back, and were kneading his buttocks. Gene moaned, then suddenly rolled over, onto his back. His cock, fully erect, jutted up from his groin, rigid in its excitement, like a solid steel crane rising from the pit of his belly.

  “Don’t tease me any longer,” the well-built young quarterback pleaded in a whisper. “I don’t need a massage. I need your dick! You’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”

  “I always give my players what they need. I’d better lock the door, though, just in case.” David went to secure the door, then hurried back to the massage table. As Gene began to sit up, David leaned over him and kissed him hard on the mouth, thrilled by the way the young athlete’s lips opened to admit his tongue and then tickled his own tongue back inside David’s mouth. Their two tongues fenced back and forth like that, intensifying their wet, open-mouthed kiss. David’s hands slid down Gene’s naked back again and clamped on his buttocks, pulling him in tightly against the front of his own body.

  Gene lost all self-control at that point. He was a hot, uninhibited young number who needed little stimulation to get into the mood. He ground his thighs slowly but urgently from side to side, and David could feel the solid pressure of Gene’s cock against his own. As they went on kissing with lustful, open-mouthed abandon, David backed away a bit so that he could work his hand down between their bodies. He opened the waistband of his shorts, then unzipped the fly.

  Gene’s warm, wet tongue went wild inside David's mouth as the football player’s fingers quickly moved to grope David’s cock through the outside of his underpants, then wriggled inside the briefs’ elastic waistband and began to caress his prick. David’s manhood was also fully erect, throbbing insistently against the young athlete’s fingers. Gene curled them into a fist around David’s dick, barely able to hold it all, because the blond man was hung so big!

  “Fucker,” David choked. “Oh, you fucker, you know how much I like it when you touch me like that! Look, it’s starting to drip jism at the tip already—can’t you feel it?”

  “I can feel it, all right, and I want to do a hell of a lot more than just touch it. Come on. Get naked,” Gene gasped, tugging on a handful of the front of David’s polo shirt. “I want us to both be naked, man, so we can really make love.”

  David pulled away from Gene’s embrace only long enough to shed his few clothes, depositing them in a pile on the floor. Gene sat on the edge of the table and watched the older man strip, his thighs wide open and his sensational young cock standing up stiff and straight against his belly.

  Once David, too, was naked, he dropped to his knees on the floor. His hands held Gene’s thighs as his lips kissed both of his knees, then began to burrow into his flesh. Gene’s fingers stroked David’s hair as the blond man kissed his way steadily closer to his crotch.

  When at last David brushed over Gene’s fat cockhead with his tongue and took it between his lips, Gene cried out hoarsely with erotic delight and pressed his hands hard against the back of the blond’s head, driving himself deeply into David’s willingly relaxed and open throat. Gene had fucked David’s face often, and he knew how easily and eagerly the cocksucker could accommodate him. He leaned back on the padded tabletop and supported himself on his elbows, watching as David began to blow him.

  They’d sucked each other off any number of times, but David was anything but jaded or bored by Gene’s prick. His mouth seemed to be ravenous for the younger guy’s solid meat! He drove himself up and down on its bulk like a madman, taking it all the way down to the wiry patch of pubic hair around the base of the cock, and holding it firmly inside his mouth for several seconds while his tongue tickled the shaft—letting it go only when he felt he was going to choke on it.

  While he sucked Gene, Gene’s hands stroked his hair and the boy uttered lewd words of encouragement. “Oh, I like that, man! Oh, hell, do I ever like what that hot mouth and tongue of yours does to my cock! Suck me, David! Suck me hard! Suck me off!”

  Each time he said something hot like that, it inspired David to try to please him even more. David’s chin dribbled with saliva from sucking him. David’s hands played with Gene’s large, hairy balls—the testicles of a mature man, not of a callow boy—adding to his enjoyment. David could feel the cock swelling inside his oral grip and he knew that Gene would soon be shooting off—but, before that happened, Gene let out a loud gasp and lifted David’s head away.

  “Stand up,” he said, his voice hoarse with excitement.

  David rose from the floor and Gene grasped him around the waist, pulling David to him and plunging David’s own hard prick fully into his mouth. David looked down for a moment and saw Gene’s eyes staring up at him, his mouth stuffed with his cock. Gene winked lewdly, then closed his eyes and began to suck David as furiously as the older guy had just blown him.

  In less than a minute, David was gasping for breath and holding tightly onto Gene’s shoulders as the jock sucked him. In the unlikely event that David had forgotten exactly how good it felt to have that warm, wet mouth wrapped around his dick, Gene was reviving the memory with each deep plunge of his head into the assistant coach’s crotch.

  While Gene sucked David, his hands moved around the blond man’s body to clasp his buttocks. David felt one of the fingers searching in the crack between his ass cheeks for his asshole, and when Gene found it, he began to nudge his fingertip inside the opening. David tensed his sphincter and Gene stopped probing, then took his mouth off David’s cock.

  “Oh, you’re tight,” he moaned. “Wait.” Gene let go of David long enough to reach toward the row of plastic bottles lined up on the countertop near the table. Next to the rubbing
alcohol was a bottle of massage oil. Gene flipped open the cap and squirted some of the oil onto his fingertips.

  “Now, let me know how this feels,” he said. He slid his oiled middle finger between David’s legs from the front this time, once again pressing the tip of it against David’s asshole—and this time, the fingertip slipped easily inside the hole. Gene’s other hand grasped David’s wet, throbbing cock and began to masturbate it while his finger made a similar motion in and out of his ass.

  “Oh God, your finger feels good in my ass!” David reported. “Work it in there. Get it in there deep.”

  “I can make you come this way,” Gene panted, wild-eyed and breathless with excitement. “Or…one of us could screw the other.”

  “Why don’t you fuck me this time?” David suggested. He liked it either way—especially with Gene. Whether it was more arousing to fuck the young stud’s tight, boyish ass, or to take his man-sized dick up his own butt, was a coin toss.

  “Yeah, my asshole’s still sore from the last time that horse prick of yours reamed it out,” Gene exulted. He laughed, and rammed his finger higher up David’s ass. David began to move his hips in a humping rhythm, and even bent his knees to squat a little lower, so Gene could get his finger more deeply into his rectum.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Gene swore. “I can tell that your asshole is hot for cock today, man! My finger’s burning up!" He slipped his finger out of David’s ass, and tugged insistently on the other guy’s cock. “Climb up on this fucking table with me, David,” he whispered, “and let me get my dick up there instead. Let’s fuck!”

  “I have to get the stuff first." In one of the drawers of a nearby cabinet, David kept a supply of condoms and lubricant, discreetly hidden in an unmarked cardboard box.

  With the box in his hand, David got up beside Gene, who wrapped his arms around him, kissing him furiously as the two men’s legs locked and Gene slowly rolled David onto his back. Breaking the kiss, Gene scrambled down between David’s legs. At first the assistant coach thought Gene was going to suck him some more. But, instead, Gene reached in under David’s knees and lifted both of his legs from the table, placing them over his shoulders, his big cock swinging down threateningly toward David’s upraised ass.

  “Oh, God, I want you to fuck me!” David hissed. “But for Christ’s sake, don’t try to shove that huge thing into me dry, the way you did last time! It’ll tear me apart! Put some fucking lube on it first!”

  Gene chuckled, then bent forward and kissed David passionately on the mouth. Kneeling back, he selected a condom from the box that David had deposited on the tabletop beside them, tore the packet open, extracted the rubber, and unrolled it down around his dick. He next took a tube of lubricant from the box, squeezed out a dab onto his fingertips, and spread it over the head of his latex-sheathed prick and down the entire length of the shaft. Gene repeated the gesture, until his dick glistened from the slippery wetness of the lube.

  “Let me know if this is enough when I start to put it in you,” he cautioned. “If it hurts, I’ll pull out and really grease it up before I go in again.”

  “Okay,” David gasped, as he felt the thick shaft of Gene’s bloated cock rubbing against his asshole. He clenched his teeth tightly together, determined to take every inch of the kid’s fuck tool, no matter how much it might hurt him, and he grasped the padded edges of the tabletop with both hands to steady himself as Gene began to push his prick into him. David felt a blinding pain in his asshole rim as Gene wedged the head of his cock through it. David tried to push him back, but Gene brushed his hand away and continued to push down on him.

  “You know you want it,” Gene scoffed.

  “Easy,” David groaned. “Just take it easy, until you get it all in me.” He tried his best to relax his tense anal muscles. As Gene pushed forward again, more gently this time, David could feel his guts loosening. And then, to his relief, most of Gene’s huge cockshaft slid inside him.

  “Oh, God!” Gene grunted, his muscular body resting solidly against the backs of David’s sturdy thighs. “I’m all the way in you, man, in your hot, tight ass! How does it feel, David?”

  “Great!” David reached up and put his hand around Gene’s neck, pulling his face down to his. “It feels fantastic, fucker!” he groaned ecstatically.

  “You got enough lube?” Gene asked.

  “Oh, yeah—just fuck me.” David knew that the friction inside his asshole would only add to his pleasure, now that the pain of the initial insertion was ebbing away. “Kiss me!”

  They kissed savagely, and then, as their tongues struggled from one mouth to the other, Gene began to fuck David, moving his cock inside the other guy’s ass slowly, at first—but then pumping away between his parted buttocks with faster and faster strokes. David could feel the thickly ridged cockhead sliding in and out of his ass, could feel the swelling of Gene’s prickshaft as the football player came closer and closer to orgasm inside his body.

  “Fuck me!” he yelled. “Oh, hell, fuck my ass for me. Gene! Get that dick of yours in there and fuck! Fuck my ass!”

  Gene pulled back from David and lifted his legs higher. Holding firmly onto them for support, he drew his dick back until just the head was still jammed inside David’s asshole and stretching the sphincter muscle wide open. David expected him to stop before the whole thing came out, but Gene didn’t—he pulled out completely.

  Breathing heavily for a moment, he suddenly rammed himself forwards, driving the entire length of his cock into David’s guts again!

  “Oh, Christ! Christ almighty!” David moaned loudly. The feeling of his lover’s sudden, brutal re-entry into his rectum sent hot, fierce spasms of pure lust rippling through his anal depths!

  “Did you like that?” Gene grunted.

  “I don’t know! I like it when you keep your big cock in me—but it felt good, for sure! It felt wild! Do it again!”

  Gene pulled out a second time, waited for a suspense-filled moment, and then plunged his prick straight back in, his hips colliding with the backs of David’s upraised thighs with a crack like a gunshot!

  “Oh, you beautiful blond stud, you!” he gasped. “How I love fucking that hot, tight asshole of yours! I could fuck it all day long and still not get enough of it!”

  “Then do it! Go ahead! Fuck me!” David begged. “Fuck me until I can’t stand up, kid! Fuck me!”

  Five or six times Gene repeated his newly discovered technique of pulling his prick out completely, only to thrust it back inside from a short distance away from David’s cringing body. But the procedure required more in the way of self-control than Gene could exert at the moment. David’s ass was too hot around his cock, and fucking the man was too much of a turn-on. Suddenly, David felt a stronger thrust than usual as that huge cock sank deep into his anus. It felt even larger than before, too! Thicker! Harder! Hotter! Hornier!

  “I’m going to come!” Gene moaned, as though in despair. “I can’t hold my jism in any longer, man! I can't stop it! Come with me! Oh, Christ, David—come with me! Let’s shoot off together! Shoot!”

  David reached down blindly for his own cock and began to masturbate himself with rough, sure strokes. He didn’t have any trouble quickly reaching the verge of an explosive climax—not with Gene’s big cock continuing to hammer in and out of his horny ass, its every thrust skewering deep into his guts and sending skyrockets of nervous sensation throughout his body!

  “Yeah! Yeah!” Gene grunted excitedly. “Beat that big dick of yours! Beat it! Come with me! Oh, I’m so close! I’m so close to coming it hurts! Are you? Are you going to come with me?”

  “Yeah!” David shouted—and a moment later his cock burst in a hot shower of lava-like cum, spraying onto Gene’s chest. Then another spurt oozed over David’s hand, and a third squirted over his stomach, as his balls surrendered their load of fluid.

  Watching him come like that, so hard, so helplessly, so completely, obviously helped to bring on Gene’s own climax, because suddenly he thrust his p
enis with punishing force all the way into David’s rectum—and then kept his cock lodged firmly inside the hole. David felt him jerk it back quickly two or three times, then ram it forward with an even greater urgency and force! An instant later, Gene cried out as though he’d been stabbed in the back—and, as Gene’s big body shuddered on top of him, David felt the frantic contractions of his cock pulsating away deep inside him as Gene’s lust spent itself, filling the tip of the condom with an outpouring of sperm every bit as generous as David’s own release had been.

  After Gene pulled out of David, slipped the used condom off his prick, and deposited it in the wastebasket, the two guys wiped themselves off with a fresh towel. Then they lay side by side on the narrow massage table, hugging each other closely so they wouldn't accidentally roll over the edge and fall to the floor. Gene curled up against David, in the shelter of his arm, his disheveled head resting on the blond man's sweaty chest. They didn't say anything for several minutes, but simply lay there together, letting their heartbeats and breathing slow back down to normal, allowing their bodies to cool off after the intense heat of their vigorous lovemaking.

  “I’ve never met a guy your age who enjoyed sex so much,” David said.

  “Is that your polite way of telling me I’m a whore?”

  “No, don’t be silly. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sex. And there’s sure as hell nothing wrong with being as good at it as you are! I meant it as a compliment. When I was your age, I was still kind of ambivalent about the whole thing.”

  “But you got over it,” Gene surmised.

  “I had good coaches.”

  “So have I. One in particular.”

  “I wonder if one guy could ever be enough to keep you satisfied. Are you going to have sex with Fausto Mardones-Gil?” David asked casually.