Best Gay Erotica 2014 (16 page)

“See you when you get here.”
And I'll keep something hot for you
.

I unbuttoned my jeans and reached for the zipper, but stopped when I heard the front door unlock. Not that Jamie would find the sight of my hands on my dick unusual—he'd be ready to help. In fact, he might turn out to be useful.

I hurried to meet Jamie in the foyer, where he stood with a bag of groceries in each hand. He hadn't yet closed the door, so I took care of that before pouncing.

“Great to see you! Let me help you with that. Did you have a nice day?” I ignored his incredulous stare and tugged at his coat after setting his bags on the floor.

He managed to get out, “Are you okay, El? I mean, Sir.”

I was more interested in nuzzling his neck than enforcing protocol. “Mmm, you smell good.” He was sweaty, but not dirty. I licked his warm skin from neckline to ear before going back to getting him out of his coat, which I dropped where he stood. “You can get that later. Does any of this have to go in the fridge?”

“Yes, Sir, the salmon and yogurt.”

“Let's go.” I grabbed the cold items and took Jamie's hand.

“What's going on?” Jamie asked with a hint of nervousness as I pulled him across the room.

“You're helping me in the kitchen.”

“With what?”

“Michael said he'd be late again, still working on that big project. We haven't fucked all week.”

He breathed a faint sigh of relief as he discovered that there was sex rather than a problem or a pile of dirty dishes waiting for him. “I live to serve, Sir, and no task is too onerous.”

“Smartass.”

“One thing, though,” Jamie said, “Michael wants me to install and configure some new programs. Sorry.”

“Now?”
Please say no
. “When did he call?” I stuffed the bag of cold food into the fridge as I spoke.

“He texted me an hour ago.”

“Oh, before he…never mind. Did he say when he needed it?”

“He wasn't specific, Sir, but I think he meant I should do it when I got here. Something about using it later.”

I wonder if Michael forgot that when he recommended having my way with our boy toy
. “His ‘later' is going to be hours from now. If you don't think he meant immediately, I want you. We'll be quick, and you'll have time to do it.”

“He usually tells me when he has a specific time in mind. I'm all yours.”

“Excellent.” I reached for Jamie's belt and started to unbuckle it. “You can undress yourself.” I let go. “Leave the shirt on.” He could have simply opened his fly, something I'd find hot if he were a real top, but he wasn't. Plus I didn't want to get lube or any other mess on his clothes. I cleared a space on the table and opened a nearby drawer to find what we needed.

Once stripped from the waist down, Jamie asked, “Where do you want me?”

He stood there looking so eager to submit to my whims. His slender body and small stature appealed to Michael more than they did to me. I prefer a man with a little more bulk and muscle, someone closer to my and Michael's build, but Jamie had a charming cuteness that worked well. He was dark blond like Michael, which I liked—even though there wasn't enough hair in my opinion, due to a combination of nature and Michael's grooming instructions—with a soft dusting of hair on his lightly muscled thighs. More important at the moment was what resided where those thighs met. Above a lovely pair of
low-hanging balls was the part I wanted—big, beautiful, half-hard, and, for the moment, all mine. Jamie's uncut cock was long and slender (but not too slender!) like the rest of him, and often located halfway down my throat after Michael and I tied him up. I tossed the lube and strip of condoms onto the table. “In my ass, after you get me ready.” I shoved my briefs and khakis down to my shoes.

“Oh.”

Jamie's reluctant tone stopped me. I turned in his direction and saw a man without the happy look of someone about to bury his cock in a willing ass. “What's wrong? You've fucked me before. I recall you have a talent for it.”

Jamie had seen Michael fuck me numerous times and thankfully didn't subscribe to the notion that doms shouldn't get fucked. We didn't usually do it in play scenes, but I was on the bottom for most of the vanilla sex Michael and I had in Jamie's presence. About a month ago, Michael had ordered Jamie to fuck me while he watched. Jamie was surprisingly attuned to what I liked and needed little direction from either me or Michael. He had me squirming around his fingers and ready to beg for his cock. I was spared from that un-domly display by Michael's order to “get on with it.” I didn't expect that Jamie wouldn't be thrilled by a repeat performance.

“I'm surprised, Sir. And, um, Sir…”

“What?” I asked, a little curtly.
I just want a simple fuck
.

“I'm not sure what you…um…”

El, you idiot, Jamie wants to please you
. He was following Michael's orders before—we hadn't been alone like this. “Don't worry about it. I just want to get fucked, nothing fancy.”

I pressed the lube into Jamie's hand and positioned myself on the kitchen table, feet on the floor and chest on the surface. Not the most comfortable spot, but all I cared about was having my
ass within reach of the dick behind me.

Jamie's lubed finger encountered little resistance from my body. “You're right about being quick. I think you can take two already.”

“Just do it. I trust you. No rules except not making me wait.”

Jamie worked his fingers all the way in, rotating them to stroke my prostate exquisitely. He'd definitely been paying attention.

“Oh, that's it. More.”

“More this?” He prodded the sensitive nub. “Or more fingers?”

It almost sounded like he was teasing me, an encouraging sign. “More of everything except questions.”

Jamie didn't need to ask if “everything” included his tongue in my ass. Of course it did. He used it like a warm, wet finger to open me even more. It wasn't long before his swollen cock was covered, lubed and pressing against my not-so-patiently awaiting hole where Jamie paused for my approval.

“Now!”

Jamie obeyed, plunging fully inside me with a single thrust.

“Fuck, yeah,” we gasped in stereo.

After a few slow strokes, Jamie asked, “How do you want it,
Sir
?” He emphasized the last word with both his voice and a deep thrust.

“Fast. Hard. Like Michael does it. Oh yeah, that's it…” There was no hint of uncertainty now, which was fortunate as I really wasn't in the frame of mind to coax or instruct him.

Jamie didn't mimic the way Michael usually held me down; instead he leaned on the table for balance as he wordlessly pounded away. He did such a superb job on my prostate that I almost blew my load from that alone. Close, but not enough.
“Touch me,” I commanded in a stern whisper. With little break in rhythm, Jamie reached around to jerk me off. I soon rewarded his efforts with a handful of pulsing cock and what was certainly a double helping of master cream. My throbbing hole clamped down around his shaft, hastening his orgasm. He stayed deep inside me, his smooth crotch jammed against my sweaty ass while his balls emptied themselves. Jamie collapsed on my back and we lay there motionless, apart from the heaving of our chests with ragged breaths, until he pushed himself up.

“S'okay,” I said. “Stay.”

I heard a throat clearing behind us and we both twisted around, somehow doing so with Jamie's dick still inside me. Michael stood in the doorway holding Jamie's coat and the shopping bag I'd left beside it.

In the most cheerful tone I could muster, I said, “Hi honey, welcome home. I didn't hear you come in. We missed you.”

“I can see that.” He hung Jamie's coat on a chair and deposited the food on the counter.

Other than his warranted sarcasm, he gave no hint of reaction, positive or negative, so I forged on. “Aren't you home early? Or did we lose track of time?”

Jamie backed out of my ass, grabbed a napkin from the table for the condom and silently knelt before Michael in his ritual greeting.

Michael's hand on my shoulder thwarted my attempt to stand. “Stay there.” The swat on my butt left no doubt that he was talking to me. “You sounded so hot on the phone, I decided to come home. I thought I'd work here after seeing to you.”

“Oh,” I said.
I should probably apologize, but it was Michael who had said I should play with Jamie, even if he hadn't meant it this way
. Before I could say anything, Michael addressed Jamie.

“Does this mean you're finished with my computer?”

“No, Sir. I'm sorry.”

“Explain why you weren't doing what I said.”

“Sir, when Eliot asked if you had meant immediately, it occurred to me I didn't really know. He said you were going to be late, so a small delay seemed okay. I'd say I made the wrong choice, Sir.”

“So would I, although it wasn't outright disobedience and you still have time. Bring me the paddle Eliot keeps in his desk drawer.” Michael turned to me and said, “Stand up, but don't go anywhere.” He was clearly in dom mode, which was unexpected, but not surprising.

Jamie returned with the paddle and Michael used it to tap the spot I had just vacated, a crystal-clear order. The chosen implement was a scaled-down version of a fraternity paddle—long and narrow, with holes to increase the intensity of the sting. In other words, it could hurt like hell. Its more common use was in the naughty schoolboy scenes I did with Jamie bent over my desk, but I'd been on the receiving end when Jamie wasn't around.

Michael laid into Jamie's ass harder than I would have for something trivial, even though Jamie's quite the pain slut. He took the first stroke silently, but clenched his ass in his usual sexy way for just a moment before relaxing to receive the second one. My cock stirred a little at the sight.

Michael stopped after only two, suggesting that it was merely a symbolic reminder, and told him, “This would be a good time to take care of my computer. Put on your pants first. Just so it's perfectly clear, I mean immediately, except that you may stop in the bathroom or get a drink of water if you need to. I imagine you lost some fluid recently.”

Jamie thanked him and scurried away.

I asked Michael, “Are you mad?”

“Jamie knows not to let you interfere with one of my orders. I assumed
you
knew that.”

He was still holding the paddle—not a reassuring sign. “I do. I honestly wasn't sure you meant immediately, without doing anything else first. I wouldn't have tried to talk him out of a direct order. I just wanted—”

“I know what you wanted.” He pulled me toward the table where I knew to arrange myself in the position Jamie had just demonstrated. “I'm not angry. I'm not even upset. But I still get to punish you.” He slid the paddle across my ass while he spoke.

“This is for encouraging Jamie to interpret my order in a way that suited you and your hungry asshole. It's also for being such a slut you couldn't wait after sounding so hot on the phone. Did you consider that I might want you ready for me?”

“No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir.” I braced myself. After coming, I wasn't in the mood to enjoy pain. The severity of Jamie's “punishment” didn't bode well for my ass.

“Ow! Fuck!” The first stroke was harder than Jamie's, or so it seemed.

“A lot of fuss over a little paddling,” he teased. “Try to take the next ones with some composure.”

A little! And “ones”?
“How many, Sir?” I asked.

“As many as I think you deserve, plus one for swearing during punishment.”

He usually reserved the no-warm-up beating for more intense scenes—real offenses or a display of submission. Not being upset with me now, that probably meant only a few—a sadist's idea of foreplay, another thing we hadn't done for over a week. Hoping I was right, I braced myself and thought about getting his cock when he finished.

He laid four more blazing strokes across my ass. Foreplay or not, those fuckers hurt. Then, instead of mounting me, he told
me to stand.
Have I misread his feelings? Is he annoyed?

“I'm sorry,” I offered again.

“I believe you. But you're still a slut. You couldn't wait for my cock. Or maybe you were in the mood for a bigger one.”

Okay, he's just toying with me
. “Jamie's not that much bigger, Sir.”

He slapped my face, once, just hard enough for my cock to like it.

“Try again.”

“I missed you so much I wasn't thinking.”

Michael slapped my other cheek. “Better, but not quite right.”

My cock told me to cut the cute remarks and say whatever would get us fucked again. “I probably don't deserve your cock now, but I hope you'll allow me a chance to please you.”