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Authors: Sean Wolfe

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After about five minutes, Brad opened the door and took a step out onto the porch. Before he could put both feet outside the door, I stepped forward and pushed him backward into the house.
“What the ...” he started to yell.
I saw the fear and surprise in his eyes and heard it in his voice, and wished more than anything that I could take it all away and make him feel safe. Then the look in his eyes softened as he realized it was me.
“Steven, what's going on? What are you doing home?”
“I came for you.”
“What?”
“Where were you going, Brad?” I asked, trying very hard to keep my voice from shaking.
He hesitated for a moment. “I was ... we're out of ...”
“Shhhh,” I said, and kissed him softly on the lips. I sucked on his tongue as he darted it in and out of my mouth, and hugged him tightly as he allowed his body to relax against mine. “We're not out of anything, do you hear me? Nothing you can get at Safeway or anywhere else. We're not out of anything. We have all we need right here.”
Brad pulled away my body and looked at the floor. “How did you know?”
“Because I'm the guy you were chatting with. I'm the man you were going to meet at Safeway.”
“I'm so sorry, Steven,” Brad whimpered, and raised his hands to his face. “I didn't mean to ... I don't know what ...”
“It's okay. Don't cry. And don't apologize.”
“I didn't want to ...”
“I've been such an ass, babe. I should never have treated you like that. If you'd have left me for the way I've been treating you lately, I would have deserved it.”
Brad grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me into him. He licked my lips, and then slid his tongue slowly into my mouth. I tasted the toothpaste and mouthwash and knew they were meant for someone else. Some anonymous trick that he'd have given himself to completely for an hour and then never see again. Hopefully. But I didn't care. It was me tasting it now, and I sucked on his tongue and kissed him passionately.
He began undressing me as he kissed me and pushed me backward toward the bedroom. When we reached the bed, he threw me down onto it, and ripped my slacks from my legs. And he didn't bother pulling off my underwear, but instead ripped them in half and threw them to the floor. I'd never seen him like this.
“I love you, Steven,” he said huskily as he straddled my naked body and leaned in to kiss me as he undressed himself.
“I love you, too,” I said, helping him with his jeans.
“But I need more than what you've been giving me lately,” he whispered in my ear.
“I know ...”
“Shut up. I need you to hold me tight and tell me you love me. I need you to laugh with me and make me laugh with you. I need you to bring me flowers and tell me every day that you can't live without me.”
“I will,” I panted as he rubbed his naked ass across my hard cock. “I promise. I can't stand the thought of losing you. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know what came over me.”
“And I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me right now and every day for the rest of our lives.” He reached behind him and positioned my cock head at the entrance to his hole.
He took a deep breath then slid his ass down onto my cock until just the head slid inside. He moaned loudly as his ass tightened around the head of my cock. “Every day that I tell you I want it,” he whispered into my ear as he licked it and then slid all the way down my thick shaft.
I closed my eyes and moaned as he squeezed my dick. The heat of his ass muscles warmed my cock like a wet electric blanket. It was so tight it felt like he had my cock wrapped in one of those blood-pressure cuffs. He's been that way from day one, and even though we'd had sex hundreds of times, it never ceased to amaze me how tight and in control his ass was.
“God, I love you, babe,” I moaned as I slid my cock in and out of him.
“Then start acting like it,” he said as he bit my lower lip roughly, then kissed me softly. He'd never been aggressive like this before, and it made my cock harder inside him. “And don't ever disrespect me again.” He pulled his ass all the way off my cock to prove his point.
“I won't,” I panted, and pulled him by the waist back onto my throbbing cock. “I promise.”
“Good. Now shut up and fuck my ass.”
As if I needed prodding. I lay on my back for several minutes, sliding my big dick deep into his ass, and then out again. I hadn't realized how long it'd been since I'd fucked Brad until I felt the cum churning in my balls after only a couple of minutes.
“I'm gonna cum,” I moaned.
“Like hell,” Brad said, and slid off me in one move. He lay on his back and lifted and spread his legs.
I took a few seconds to catch my breath, and allow the cum to retreat. Then I went back in. I put the head of my cock against his already wet and hot hole and let it rest there for a moment.
“Don't tease me, Steven,” Brad said huskily. “Shove your cock up my ass and fuck me.”
I was in no position to argue, so I slammed my dick into him in one move. He cried out in initial pain, and bit his arm. Then he began to moan as he lifted his ass off of the bed and up and down the length of my cock. I tried to pretend I was in control, shoving inside him slowly at first and then more forcefully. But I was kidding myself. Brad's ass was so strong and commanding that I was completely at his mercy. He squeezed my dick as he slid himself up and down my cock. I finally stopped moving altogether and just let him milk my cock.
He moaned and thrashed his head back and forth as he impaled my dick, and that was all it took. I couldn't take any more. I slammed into him several times until my balls slapped against his ass.
“I'm cumming, baby,” I said loudly.
“Me too,” he said, and slid his ass off my cock.
I pointed my dick toward his torso just in time. Cum flew everywhere—the headboard, the wall behind us, the pillows on either side of Brad's head, his chest and stomach. But the majority of it landed on his face. He was covered in it, and it turned me on more than I'd expected. I leaned down and kissed him, licking my own still-warm cum from his soft, sex warmed lips.
“Oh, FUCK!” Brad yelled, and a moment later I felt the wet heat of his load spray across my back and ass. When it finally stopped I found myself wishing it hadn't.
I collapsed onto him, relishing the feel of his cum drying on my back and ass as our chests and stomachs slid against one another with the slickness of the part of my load that had landed on his torso. We lay like that, chest to chest and feeling one another's heartbeats, for several minutes before either of us spoke.
“I need more than just your money and your security, Steven,” Brad whispered into my ear as we caught our breath. “I need more than what you've been giving me lately.”
“I know, baby.”
“I need you to kiss me.”
“I know.”
“I need you to love me.”
“I do.”
“And I need you to fuck me like you'll never get the chance to do it again.”
“I will.”
“A lot.”
I laughed and kissed him tenderly, then looked into his eyes. Tears were streaming down them. “I know, baby. Really I do,” I said as I wiped his tears and kissed him again. “I realize that now. I've been a jerk. But I can't lose you. I can't bear the thought of not having you by my side for the rest of my life.”
“I love you, Steven.”
“And I love you. I'll never let you doubt that again, or feel like you need to go elsewhere.”
“Thank you. And now, just one more thing,” he said as he rolled me off of him and leaned on one elbow as he looked into my eyes.
“What?”
“Get rid of that website account and don't ever get another one.”
“I've never done anything with anyone I've talked with on there ...” I started to explain. But his single raised eyebrow silenced me. “Done.”
“Good,” Brad said, and wrapped himself around my naked body. “This isn't some fluke, you know? This is you and me together for the rest of our lives.”
I heard the sleepiness in his voice and knew he'd be asleep in less than two minutes. “For the rest of our lives and then some,” I whispered in his ear.
“I like that,” he said, barely audible, and then I felt him snoring lightly.
I hugged him to my body and allowed the tears to flow freely. I'd come way too close to losing the one meaningful thing in my life, and I knew without a doubt I'd never let it happen again. I kissed his ear and snuggled closer to him as sleep washed over me and I thought about how I was the luckiest man in the world.
A Call Boy's Tear
M
ykel leaned against the bay window and drew his knees up to his chest. White moonlight mixed with the amber glow from the streetlamp halfway down the block and created an eerie, yet comforting radiance that seeped through the window and pierced the darkness from the room behind him.
He took a long drag from his cigarette and inhaled deeply, wincing from the sting as the smoke penetrated and staked claim to his throat and lungs. When he exhaled, very little of the smoke he'd sucked in came back out, and he thought that could not mean anything good.
The big wooden window creaked and moaned as he forced it open a few inches. It was a little after three in the morning in San Francisco, and the cold air and fog caused the wood to expand and protest as he manhandled it up the metal track. He hadn't been able to bring himself to replace the old windows when he'd bought the house three years ago. He could update much of the interior of the old place, but not the windows. They had too much character.
Mykel stretched his body out across the wooden seating area in the bay window and looked down at his naked body. It was long and lean, with smooth, well-defined muscles that flexed impressively with the smallest effort. He'd just gotten out of the shower a few minutes before, and tiny pellets of water still clung to his skin. As the brisk bay air whispered across his body, his wet skin tightened and chill bumps covered every inch of his body. His tiny nipples hardened, and he felt his cock constrict in protest.
He looked down at it as he drew in another mouthful of smoke and swallowed it. Even cold and wet and shrinking, it was fucking impressive. At its very smallest and softest, as it was right now, it was still just under six inches long and thicker than most cocks at full hardness. The veins that snaked across the shaft pulsed with his heartbeat and promised to double the size of his cock at a moment's notice, which it often did with no effort at all.
The curl at the ends of Mykel's lips could be interpreted as a sneer or a smile, and depending on his mood, either would be correct. It was virtually impossible to distinguish between the two anyway.
He reached down with his free hand and cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them for a moment. They were freshly shaven and filled his big hands. When his cock began to respond to the touch and harden, he let go of the balls and stared emotionless at his dick. He loved his cock. When he was much younger it had actually brought him quite a bit of pleasure. And now it was responsible for the lavish lifestyle to which he had become accustomed. To this day, at his own slightest touch, and often without a touch at all, it hardened and sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
Yet sometimes, at times like this, he loathed his cock. As much pleasure as it had brought him over the years, it had brought him twice as much pain. Why couldn't he have been less blessed? More like a normal kid? Why did men have to desire him to the extent they did? Why did he have to love sex as much as he did and still be hurt and betrayed by it?
He continued to glare at his dick. The snarl/smile stayed the same as it always did, and an onlooker would not be able to decide which it was. But the increasingly squinting eyes and tightening of the muscles around his jaw were unmistakable.
Mykel stood and paced around the room for a few moments. He walked over to the wall-sized, mahogany-framed mirror and looked at all of the leather furniture, granite and marble statues and crystal chandeliers behind him, and forced himself to contain a snorted chuckle. The reflection staring back at him showed no emotion at all as he glared at it. He ran long fingers through his thick black hair and watched as the reflection did the same. Who was the hot guy with the piercing blue eyes, silky white skin and dimpled smile looking back at him through the mirror? Was this guy with the smooth, chiseled body really the Greek god he appeared to be, or was he a complete fake? A masterful painting that was beautiful and mysterious on the surface, but nothing but messy oil and a jumble of color when one dug deeper into the canvas?
And then he realized it didn't matter. He didn't like that guy anyway. He never had, and he probably never would.
The phone rang, and he smiled when he looked down at the caller ID display. He recognized the name and the New York City number immediately.
“What the fuck do you want?” he barked into the phone, as he walked into his room and pulled the carry-on suitcase from his closet and began to pack for a couple of nights in the Big Apple.
 
“Good evening, Mr. Christian,” the doorman said as he opened the heavy glass door and stepped aside to allow Mykel entrance.
Mykel nodded at the doorman without saying a word. He glided through the large, sparsely decorated lobby and to the elevator, where he pressed the Penthouse button, and then entered the private code when instructed to do so. The ride was fifty-eight floors, and the elevator was relatively slow. Still, there wasn't much time to fuck around, and so he stripped quickly in the elevator. He reached into the suitcase and pulled out the leather harness and jockstrap, and pulled and strapped them on quickly. Then he reached deeper into the suitcase and pulled out a thin black leather mask that covered the upper half of his face, but that allowed his piercing blue eyes, his nose and mouth to be seen, and slipped it snugly over his head.
When the elevator reached the top floor and the doors slid open, Mykel was already fully hard. He walked inside and set his suitcase against the wall just outside the elevator, and looked around him.
There were a few candles lit throughout the living and dining areas, and from behind the kitchen he could see the flickering light from the television coming from the bedroom.
Right on. He liked this particular scene very much. It was his favorite, in fact. The other scene, where the homeowner comes home to find his apartment being robbed, was cool, too. But this one was even better. Because in this one, there was a third party who never knew what was about to happen. The sincere fear in the stranger's eyes and voice fucking got his blood flowing and his cock even harder than usual, and he really got off on all of it.
He walked quietly over to the closet between the living room and the dining room, and reached carefully onto the upper shelf. There, he found a very realistic looking toy pistol and several long strands of leather rope. He draped the rope around his neck and shoulders, and closed the closet door halfway shut. And then he walked slowly and quietly toward the bedroom at the end of the hall.
“What the fuck do we have here?” Mykel said loudly as he walked into the bedroom. “A couple of faggots?”
The two middle-aged men had been in the middle of a sixty-nine session. His client shrieked, and acted surprised. The other guy lay frozen on the bed, his eyes wide and glued to the plastic pistol in Mykel's hand. He opened his mouth to say something, but was frozen with fear.
“Both of you, lie down on your backs,” Mykel said roughly, and waved the gun around, as if he could really shoot them at any given moment. “And don't even think about screaming for help. Unless you want it to be the last word you ever gasp.”
The two men lay side by side on their backs. The frightened guest was beginning to form tears in his eyes, and his cock went completely soft in a matter of seconds. He was shivering, and trying hard not to cry or make any noise. The client had a gleam in his eyes, and was as hard as a rock, but he stayed motionless on the bed, and played along.
Mykel walked around the bed and tied both men's hands to the head of the four-poster bed, and their feet to the shorter poles at the foot of the bed. He walked over to the client's side of the bed and stood next to him.
“Suck my cock, bitch,” he sneered, and shoved his huge dick into the client's mouth. The guy had never been a great cocksucker, and had never been able to take more than a couple of inches of Mykel's giant dick. So Mykel just slid enough in to make him choke a little and make it sound like he was taking much more than he really was. Hey, he was paying Mykel five thousand dollars for a couple hours of work, and if he wanted it to look like he was swallowing this intruder's huge cock, then Mykel was more than willing to oblige. He always aimed to please.
He noticed the other guy was looking over at them from the corner of his eyes, and despite his obvious fear, his cock was starting to twitch.
“What the fuck are you looking at, punk?” Mykel said, and pulled his cock from the client's mouth and walked over to the other side of the bed.
“Nothing,” the man whimpered, and tried to look away.
Mykel pointed the toy gun at the man's head. “Look at me.”
The man looked him right in the eyes, and Mykel noticed his cock begin to harden even more. He was used to this reaction. Even at their most frightened and vulnerable, he'd never encountered a man yet who didn't get rock hard just staring into his eyes.
“Open your mouth,” he said, and moved closer as he pointed the gun right at the older guy's now fully hard cock. “And you'd better hope to god you're a better cocksucker than your friend here.”
He slapped his cock against the man's cheeks and lips for a couple of seconds, and smiled when the old guy began to whimper and wriggle beneath the ropes. He slid his cock into the man's mouth, and shoved several inches down his throat. He could tell the dude was trying his best to take all of him, but with three or four inches of hard cock still to go, the old guy choked and giant tears rolled down his face.
“Fuckin' amateurs,” Mykel said as he pulled out, and then slammed back into the old man's mouth. He face fucked him for several minutes, and had to give it to the old guy. He gave it the good old college try.
“Oh, shit,” the stranger said quickly as he pulled his mouth from Mykel's cock and turned his head to one side. “I'm gonna cum.”
“You cum, and it will be the last time you do,” Mykel said angrily, and aimed the gun only an inch from the man's face.
“Oh, god,” the man cried, and bit his lip hard.
Mykel watched as the guy's cock throbbed for a moment, and then began to soften. When he looked into the guy's face, he noticed huge tears dropping down the dude's cheeks. He wanted to feel bad for the guy. To feel guilty for scaring him and making him cry. But he didn't. He didn't feel anything.
“You'll cum when I tell you to cum, and not before. You got that?”
The guy kept biting his lip as his cock softened, and nodded his head.
“You!” Mykel said forcefully, and waved the gun toward his client. “I'm gonna fuck your ass now, and I don't want to hear a word out of you. Is that clear?”
“Yes ...”
“I said not a fuckin' word. What part of that don't you understand?”
His client remained silent.
“Good boy. Now, I'm going to untie your legs so you can get on your knees with your ass toward me. Your hands will stay tied. You got that?”
The client nodded, and Mykel untied his feet and pushed him into the doggie position. Then he walked over to the foot of the bed and stared at the stranger.
“I'm going to untie you and you're going to crawl under this fucker and suck his cock while I fuck him,” Mykel said to the other guy, knowing that this was his client's favorite position to get fucked when there was a third person. “I know you're not stupid enough to try anything silly. Right?”
“I won't, I promise,” the old man said.
“Good,” Mykel said, and untied the man's hands and feet, and pointed the gun for him to crawl underneath the client. When the man was in place, Mykel said, “Now get into a sixty-nine position, like you were when I walked in, and suck his cock.”
The guy positioned his head right under the client's cock and so that his cock was directly beneath the client's head. He reached out with his tongue, and licked the head of the client's cock, and then took the whole thing into his mouth.
Mykel stood behind the client, and spit a huge wad of saliva onto the client's ass. He knew from experience that the guy's ass would already be well lubed. He'd hooked up with this particular client at least twenty times, and knew him inside and out. The spit was purely to make it look more legit to the stranger.
“Please don't ...” the client began.
“Shut up and suck your girlfriend's dick,” Mykel spat out. He rubbed the head of his cock against the client's ass a couple of times, and then slid it just inside the red hole.
“Oh god,” the client cried out in mock pain. “It hurts. Please don't ...”
“You're a fucking glutton for punishment, aren't you?” Mykel said, and shoved his gigantic cock deep into the bowels of his client. “Suck his cock, and if I hear a word or even a grunt out of you, I'm gonna kill you both. Is that clear?”
The client didn't verbally respond, but sucked on his friend's dick as his friend did the same to him.
Mykel fucked his client relentlessly. The old dude was a freak when it came to getting fucked. He couldn't get enough, even of Mykel's big cock. His ass wasn't tight at all, which Mykel didn't experience very often. Given his length and girth, even the biggest sized queen was usually fairly tight. But this client was actually rather loose, and so Mykel was able to fuck him for several minutes before working up a load.

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