Take This Man: Gay Romance Stories (17 page)

“Good thing neither one of us works tomorrow. One more loop,” Jake said, as he drained his flute.

“I’m getting dizzy,” I admitted.

“Pull up your pants before you pass out or drop the blanket and expose something you shouldn’t.”

A party bus passed by, and several people shouted out the window.

I pulled up my underwear over my semi-hard dick and adjusted myself before pulling up my pants. I snuggled closer to Jake and felt his body heat radiate into mine.

He brought his arm around me and held me close.

Our loop of downtown ended in front of the Radisson Hotel on Nicollet Mall.

“We parked by Washington Avenue, not over here.”

Jake carried the champagne bottle and his flute. “Take your glass and follow me.” He walked through the revolving doors. He crossed the lobby and headed to the elevator.

I followed with my empty champagne glass. “Where are you going?”

“You’ll see.” His eyes sparkled as he pressed the button for the twentieth floor.

He pulled a card key out of his pocket and waited for the doors to open. Once we arrived, he walked to the right and stopped at 2013. The card key opened the door and a beautiful view of the downtown filled the windows in the room.

Two thick white robes were neatly folded on the king-sized bed. A Jacuzzi sat in one corner with another bottle of champagne on ice.

“We’ll be staying here tonight.” Jake removed his coat and folded it over the chair. He kicked off his shoes and started to unbutton his shirt. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get naked and we can hit the hot tub.” He turned on the water and came to stand in front of me.

I looked into his eyes. My mouth was agape in surprise.

“Do you need me to help you?” He bent forward and kissed me. It started off as a peck and turned into a deep passionate kiss, mouths open and tongues exploring.

“I can’t believe…” I started, and then he kissed me again.

His hands opened my jacket and let it fall to the floor. He tugged on my shirt and pulled it out of my pants.

My erection was back with a vengeance.

I stepped out of my shoes and reached down to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. I didn’t care that the curtains were open. Let Minneapolis watch. Soon, we stood naked in each other’s arms, kissing and caressing. My hands kneaded his muscular butt.

The water level rose in the hot tub and Jake turned on the jets before he dimmed the room lights. The lights from the downtown buildings filled the room with a warm glow. The snow continued to fall in dancing flakes.

It was my turn to open the champagne bottle. I shot the cork across the room and filled our glasses as I watched Jake’s beautiful bare butt crawl over the lip of the Jacuzzi. I swallowed hard as I stepped into the hot water with a raging hard-on.

The water bubbled hot around us and warmed us to the bone. Jake moved next to me and wrapped his arm around my neck as we soaked in the tub drinking our champagne. We stretched our legs out, and I felt my dick and balls float in the swirling water.

We looked out the window and watched the snow swirl around and float through the night air. The steam rose from the Jacuzzi and beaded on our champagne flutes.

Jake emptied his glass and set it on the table by the tub. He moved to the center and slipped between my legs. His hard-on led the way to mine. They rubbed alongside of each other in the water. His hands combed through the hair on my chest as he kissed me.

My arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer. The hair on our balls tickled as it swirled between us.

Jake reached under the water and my legs. He spread them wider as he glided his hard cock lower and between my cheeks. He probed me, exploring lower.

I scooted my butt over the edge of the bench and gave free access to my bottom.

Jake’s finger trailed along the crease and found my tender bud. He circled the opening a few times before he sought entry. Inch by inch his finger entered me. The hot water relaxed me and made for easy access. He slid in and out a few times.

I arched my back, and he knew I was ready.

He rose on his knees and guided his dick to my opening.

I pulled him closer and felt him swim into me. His thick shaft filled me as he slowly glided in. I held his chest pressed against mine in the bubbling water. I nibbled on his neck as his hands pulled my cheeks farther apart.

He repositioned himself in the Jacuzzi and was able to sink deeper into me. He rocked back and forth. We fell into an easy rhythm and enjoyed the slow ride back and forth. His hand brushed along my arousal, teasing the engorged flesh.

I thrust my dick toward him, begging him to touch me, take me, do me.

Before I could say anything, he lifted me up from the bench and twisted around. He sat on the bench and pulled me down on his lap.

I settled my feet on the bench and knew I was ready. I rode his dick, faster and faster. I thrust down on him harder and harder. I grabbed on to his pecs and found his erect nipples. I pinched the sharp points and twisted gently.

Jake moaned and found my cock in the bubbling water. He started to jack it as fast as I rode him. Harder and harder he stroked, as he plunged into me.

I threw my head back and let him have me, let him do anything he wanted. Pleasure rose along with the heat and the bubbles. The view of the city outside was blurred from all the condensation on the glass, but I didn’t care; I was in heaven.

I felt Jake thrust into me one more time and a hot gush filled me. My cock exploded in orgasm as he squeezed it. I rose and fell on his dick again and another wave gushed out of me, and I felt his dick swell and spasm inside me.

The scent of male musk and sex filled the room and made me even more dizzy than the champagne. I rose and fell one more time and shot a last load before grabbing on to his body and hanging on for dear life, afraid I’d sink under the water and drown due to the drained feeling of my body.

We soaked in the steam for a while and the Jacuzzi turned off. Silence descended on the room, and we floated. Jake slowly pulled out of me and stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a robe and wrapped it around himself. He picked up the other one and held it open for me.

I stepped out of the tub, into the robe and into his arms. We walked out onto the balcony to cool off in the snowy night. Our breaths came out as a mist.

I turned to Jake. “And we haven’t even tried the bed yet,” I smiled, “or the shower, or the…”

Jake kissed me to stop my list.

July 20, 2014: Ireland

“Did you want the Black Watch pattern or the Stuart kilt?” Jake asked.

“What do we want these for?” I felt the thick fabric and marveled at the simple artistic design for such a fine kilt.

“We could use them as our Halloween costumes for Mark’s annual party at the funeral home.”

“Anything else?” I pressed. I remembered we had talked about getting married in kilts if the occasion ever presented itself.

“I’ve always wanted a kilt, and I’m going to get one. Did you want one to match or clash?” Jake knew me too well. “Let’s go try them on.” He headed off to the dressing room.

I followed behind watching his tight jeans hug his butt and wondering what his ass would look like in a kilt.

I stepped into the dressing room and kicked off my shoes and pants. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to secure the kilt. I wanted to be naughty, so I slipped off my underwear and stood looking at myself in the mirror. My hairy legs looked great in the kilt. Maybe I could pull this off.

The curtain pulled aside and Jake stood there. He looked like he had stepped off a romance novel cover. He just needed longer flowing hair and to take off his shirt, and he’d be perfect. Correction. He was perfect.

“Does my dick look big in this kilt?” I asked.

“No, your dick is big. Period.”

I looked down at myself and did my best
Price Is Right
motion. “Ta-Da. I’ll take it.”

Jake smiled and pushed me down on the chair. He lifted his kilt and pulled the front up on mine.

My dick sprang to full length as I saw him flash me.

He guided his hairy butt over me and rode up and down my shaft. He pulled out a small bottle and lubed up my dick before he lubed his backside. Our bodies rubbed against each other, hair crackling with static. Jake positioned himself over me.

I sat perfectly still as my tip found his tight opening. It was all I could do to keep from screaming as he slowly sank down on me. He sat still for a second, afraid I’d shoot. As that wave passed, he slowly rose.

My hand found his thick dick and stroked as he rode me. Deeper and deeper I plowed into him and my hand worked faster and faster.

He kissed me, and I knew this wasn’t going to take long.

Jake doubled his speed, and I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth. He was so warm and tight and rubbed every nerve the right way.

My cock swelled, filling him even more, and then I felt my balls start to rise up.

“I’m gonna…” he panted.

I grabbed a tissue and caught his load as it shot out of his throbbing dick. I milked him, drawing out another wave of come. The hot, thick wetness triggered my balls to release. I plunged up and deeper into him and held my cock planted inside him. Eruption after eruption burst out of me and into him.

Another load came out of his dick and filled my palm.

He collapsed on me, his head resting against mine. He licked the drop of sweat from my neck, and he kissed me.

I gasped for breath and held him in place so he didn’t move and stimulate any more of my overly sensitive nerves. I grabbed another tissue and handed it to him.

Carefully, he popped off me and sent another spasm out of my balls. He cleaned himself up before sneaking back to his dressing room.

I wiped up and quickly changed back into my own clothes. My face burned as I exited the dressing room. My kilt was rolled into a ball.

Jake stepped out as handsome as ever with his kilt perfectly folded and held in front of him. He set it down on the counter and looked at the ball in my hand. Wordlessly, he took it and neatly folded it and set it on top of his. We went to the register, and he pulled out his wallet as the clerk rang him up.

I couldn’t make eye contact, embarrassed that the clerk knew what we had done.

The clerk smirked and thanked us for shopping with him.

I jabbed Jake. “You’re a bad boy. I can’t believe we did that.”

He kissed me and hooked my arm with his as we walked to the next store.

We entered a small shop next door to the kilt store, and I noticed the gold jewelry in the glass case as soon as we stepped inside. My eyes were immediately drawn to a beautiful gold ring with an intricate Celtic design. It was a thick gold band, perfect for a wedding ring.

Jake came and stood next to me. “Breathtaking, isn’t it?”

The shopkeeper came over, opened the cabinet and took out the ring.

I slipped it on my finger. It fit perfectly.

“It was made for you,” the man said in his thick Irish brogue.

“Maybe in another place and in another time,” I said.

“Parallel time,” Jake said.

“You’ve been watching too many of my
Dark Shadows
episodes.”

Jake took my hand into his and rotated it to see all the sides. “You should get it.”

“It’s beautiful, but I already have a ring. I don’t need another.” I took off the perfect ring. It seemed to vibrate in my hand as I gave it back. A cold empty feeling came over my body as we left the store.

September 28, 2014

We had a great meal at our favorite Chinese restaurant, hot sex at home, but no ring or marriage proposal.

Halloween Party, 2014

“Do we have to go this year? I really am not in the mood to go to the Halloween party.” I complained the whole time I was getting ready.

“We have the perfect costume this year after our trip to Ireland.” Jake stepped out of the shower. His golden body glistened with water droplets as he started to towel himself dry. He motioned for me to come over. He smelled of mandarin mango body wash as he kissed me to shut me up. His tongue slipped between his lips and into my mouth as I welcomed him. His hand reached down and patted my briefs-covered ass. “The kilts and tux coats will be perfect,” he said as he broke our kiss, “but you have to lose these.” He snapped the waistband on my Calvins. His hand slipped inside and squeezed.

“Commando?” I asked.

“Regimental,” he corrected.

“Free-balling is still free-balling.”

He slapped my butt. “Hurry up. We’re going to be late.” And he rushed off to get dressed.

The party was in full swing when we pulled up in front of the house.

“How did we get so lucky to have a parking spot right in front?” I asked.

“Must be our lucky night.” Jake opened his door.

“Do we have to go? Can’t we just go home and watch a movie?”

“We can’t disappoint Mark. Besides, we don’t have to stay long.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He crossed his heart.

I unbuckled my seat belt, opened my door and felt a cold breeze blow up my kilt. “That will wake you up,” I said. I pushed the kilt down to maintain my modesty. “How do women get out of cars with skirts on without flashing all of their business?”

“Like a lady,” Jake said.

“I don’t do drag.”

“Hurry up or you’ll freeze your balls.”

I bounced out of the car and adjusted my semi-hard on. I was partially aroused with this newfound freedom from underwear.

“Are you sporting wood?” Jake said.

“Maybe.”

“Come on.” Jake hooked my arm and we entered the party. We walked by the bar and grabbed a beer. Mark and Reed emerged from the crowd, dressed just like us.

“Hey, what’s going on? Who are you guys trying to be for Halloween?” I asked. “Are you dressed up like us?”

Mark looked at Jake, who nodded at him. “Come with us and we’ll explain.”

“Where are we going?”

“The Chamber of Horrors,” Jake said.

Something didn’t ring true, but I went with it. The house was an old funeral home that Mark had remodeled into a huge residence. We walked to the chapel, which he had kept. All the beautiful stained glass and wooden pews and altar were too beautiful to remove.