Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage (35 page)

“I’m not meeting other men, I’m meeting you and you’re my accountant. That’s respectable, right?”

Not if we do the things I keep picturing in my mind.

“Meet me at Louie’s. I’ll leave your name at the door.” He ended the call. Christ. Louie’s. A very private, invitation only gay club where members were long on standing and short on gossip. A lot went on in those secret, private rooms of Louie’s, but it all stayed at Louie’s. Christ. Did I want to crucify my feelings again? I drove home, took my case box inside, showered and changed. I was on the road in my favorite jeans and
Aloha
shirt, heading for Louie’s, wrestling with my conscience. I was meeting Kaolin in a place that had been a playhouse for us. It would guarantee serious sexual contact.

The private, unmarked door next to the Thai restaurant in the strip mall in
Hawaii Kai
hadn’t changed at all and neither had I, according to Louie who manned the entrance like a cross between an overripe mango and an angry drill sergeant. He had a cute blond twink lounging with him just inside the door on a pair of high stools. The twink was wearing a white cotton top— brief—and no bottoms. I knew then he was one of the wait staff. Louie’s big, meaty hand lay across the twink’s lap, but they were very well behaved in front of me. After we exchanged pleasantries, I walked down the long corridor that led to three different sets of moving walkways.

I stole a look over my shoulder and Louie had his mouth and hands all over the twink’s cock. The young man’s eyes were closed as the voracious old queen gave him head. If Louie was dining on me, I wouldn’t want to watch either.

It was not until the third walkway I could hear the laughter, music and I could smell the sexual heat. There were two bars, upper and lower and both featured bottomless waiters, but the top bar allowed the waiters to those tiny tops. It was a smoky blue haze I walked into and guys were paired off, there was some dancing, a lot of making out. Kaolin must have been watching for me because I saw him raise his arm and I made way to him at the bar. He kissed both my cheeks. God, I wanted his mouth on me.

He had a seat at the bar and he squeezed me in beside him He turned sideways, placing me between his open legs, one arm around my lower back.

“What do you want to drink?” His hand moved to my ass, his lips grazing my ear. My cock started to throb in my underpants. I should have run right then, but my body was too enthralled at being finely tuned by its favorite mechanic. “You want a mai tai, baby?”

 
I nodded. I was like a fly trapped in bitter honey. I was a sucker for him and the killer mai tais they made here. Nowhere else did they make them with the secret ingredient of orgeat—a tiny touch of almond syrup.

It was hard to think or talk with the loud music and the blazing heat between us. I hadn’t even finished the first drink when he ordered a second. We barely talked. He told me I looked good, about seven times until I finally heard him. I was halfway through the second cocktail when his mouth fell on mine. I didn’t resist. I, the fly, quit trying to scramble out of the consuming, syrupy fire. I realized I’d been silently calling to him all day and now, nothing and no one mattered. He kissed me for long moments, his tongue weaving in and out of my mouth, across my lips and chin. The kiss left us both shaky yet momentarily replete. He finished his drink, turned to me, his hooded gaze on my shirt, which he unbuttoned in swift motions, removing it from my body.

“Not here,” I gasped, scanning the crowd frantically, but we were not the only men loving each other. The music reached a fever pitch. Donna Summer’s
Love to Love You, Baby
. Somebody had a droll sense of humor. Kaolin and I took another sip of our drinks and, as as soon as my glass found its unsettled way back to the bar, he kissed me again and his mouth moved down my throat and chest and glued itself to my right nipple. I almost screamed. Nipple play had been big for both of us and he moved from one nipple to the other, pleased with how hard and puffy mine became.

“They still belong to me,” he murmured and I had no trouble hearing him this time. He ordered another round for us and guys shoved around us trying to reach the bar, but nobody bothered us. Kaolin’s mouth latched onto my nipple again and I ground out a thank you to the bartender who nodded as Kaolin’s insistent fingers started unbuttoning my fly.

“No, Kaolin. Not here.”

“Fuck you,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you.” He picked up our drinks with one hand, had his other hand down my front and led me away from the bar.

“I’m not doing this with you.”

He slammed me against the wall, his tongue back in my mouth. God, his cock was so hard and Donna Summer was having an orgasm over the music track as she sang. His mouth moved down to my throat and nipples and men were moving around us. I was dimly aware of people slipping into rooms, of soft sighs and moans, of doors closing and opening. Two guys stopped beside us and I opened my eyes, blinking against the lust-induced blur. Twinks. Kaolin handed them our cocktails, picked me up like I was a paper doll left out of the toy box and threw me into an open room. One of the twinks was the blond from the front door and he was draped over an Asian pretty boy. Kaolin took his mouth off me, kissing the blond and I was ready to leave the drowning honey.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Kaolin’s eyes sparkled with mischief and with need. He pushed me to the plush, black carpeted floor. He was all over me and the twinks were all over us. He pulled down my jeans, picked me up again and propped me on his lap on the edge of a big squishy sofa. The Asian twink took hold of my cock and started sucking. He knew what he was doing. Kaolin’s fingers strummed my belly and he held my head to his, kissing me in the frenzied way men in ménages always do. This was his last meal on earth.

The blond twink eased my running shoes and socks off my feet, tugged my jeans off and pushed back one of my legs.

“Suck his ass for me,” Kaolin took his mouth off me to bark at the twink. The first one was still bobbing for cock and Kaolin nudged his mouth away from me. I looked down as Kaolin grabbed my balls— hard—my stiff cock banging against his hand as the two twinks took turns eating my ass.

“Oh…oh that’s good.” I couldn’t believe the simultaneous feelings of heaven and hell. Kaolin squeezed my balls a little tighter and I almost screamed. He dipped his head down and began massaging my cock with his tongue. He released his very tight grip, keeping just a snug hold on my balls as he took my cock into his mouth and pulled on it with his lips and tongue. One of the twinks had two fingers in my ass now and, when he hit the magic spot, I felt engulfed by fire. Flames shot from my cock, through to my ass and flooded my belly. I came in a rush of emotion.

“Very nice,” Kaolin murmured against my ear. He put me on my back on the floor, the twinks racing to pull down Kaolin’s pants. It was a job I preferred to do alone, but I stared into his eyes, knowing his need was great.

I brushed their hands away from his massive prick as he hovered between my legs. The hands moved insistently back and he stared into me, willing me to let them prepare him for me and then the hands were placing him right at my ass. The man who possessed me in every possible way moved inside me, the twinks moving around and between us, their hands like hot, moist feathers.

“Not now,” he gasped. “I belong to
him
.”

The twinks ignored him, their hands moving all over us.

“Oh, God.” Kaolin’s eyes flew shut and I heard lapping sounds. One of them was licking his ass. Oh, man. They were licking his cock as he came in and out of me and the tongues swirled over my ass and his cock. They teased my nipples with their fingers and Kaolin wanted to kiss me as he came, but the twinks’ heads were in the way so I lifted my face to his and his tongue met mine as we came together.

The twinks drifted from us then, Kaolin remaining inside me for a long moment.

“I am never letting you leave me again.” His mouth clamped down on mine again and, when he pulled out of me, he licked my come from my belly and chest, swiping his fingers at the smears on his own body and licking them.

“I’m going to fuck one of them to thank them for playing with us…then I’m taking you home with me. Okay?”

“No. It’s not okay.” I wanted to crawl out of my skin and die.

“Baby….” Kaolin’s mouth moved across mine again. He moved over to the waiting twinks, but I lay on the floor and wished he wanted only me. Would it always be this way between us? Concern invaded the gleam of desire in his eyes. The twinks were pawing at him, but he shrugged them off.

The twinks moved into a sixty-nine, two other guys trotting into the room to join them, but Kaolin kept his body over mine, his mouth moving against my ear.

 
“Home, baby.” Those were the sweetest words I ever heard. We dressed with difficulty, our cocks still hard and outside the darkened strip mall hid a multitude of sins. I followed his truck up the hill to his home across the street from the beach. He parked in the garage and I parked out front, scanning for parked cars, some sleazy private investigator watching him for nefarious activity.

Kaolin squeezed himself out of the garage. I almost laughed. That space was small. I couldn’t believe how many times a day he had to…

“Wait!”

He jumped. “What is it?”

“We need to go to my place.”

“Why, baby? She’s been gone for months. It’s over. I should have told you. I—”

“No…no…it’s not that. I think I have something…in the case files. We need to leave your truck here. We’ll go in my car.” He was mystified, but he obeyed. At my place, I threw open the box and sorted through files.

“Couldn’t this wait until the morning? I really need to fuck you, Mingo. I need to be inside you.” He lunged at me, the papers falling to the floor, but I wanted to wash the twinks off me and the man I loved.

We showered quickly, falling into bed wet, continuing the exploration of one another’s bodies. It was like I never left. He remembered all the things I liked and I also found myriad joys in making his sexual and emotional release mine for the taking.

I rolled on top of him and he lay against the rumpled sheets.

“God…can it still really be this hot?” he asked me and I took his cock in one hand, my thumb sliding into his ass. He writhed against my open mouth, taking his cock away, giving it back. “I dream this. I dream this every day,” he whispered, shuddering to an orgasm. He screamed my name as he pulsed his seed down my throat.

His hands grasped my cock, a mournful look on his face. “You didn’t come. Get those twinks out of your mind. I’m sorry I let them play with us now.” He lifted me to his face, kissing me, winning me slowly with long wet kisses, his fire dancing cock and fingers reaching for all their favorite hot spots again. I was on my knees, begging for him when he slammed into me, our bodies quivering with need.

“I could come inside you fifty times a day.” His hands stroked and lightly slapped my ass. “You ready to show me how much you love me?”

“Yes,” I sobbed, my head banging against the nightstand, not that I cared. I needed to come. I wanted to come. I wanted him to see what he did to me and then the flames caught again, words flooded by white spots blinding my eyes.

He cried out when he felt my come fly over his fingers, his own seeding my anxious body. We fell asleep on the bed, my lover still lying across my back, his hands covering mine. When we roused each other at daybreak, we separated reluctantly. I opened my door, just in time to see my decrepit landlord crawling on his knees to steal my neighbor’s newspaper. One mystery solved. Another one was about to join it.

At Kaolin’s house, I shot digital film of his truck parked in the garage that investigators allegedly watched him moving bags of apparent drugs into. There was no way he could have left doors open and moved in vast quantities of anything. There was barely enough room for him to squeeze himself in and out of the truck. He had a hard time showing me how he got in and out of his vehicle as I continued to shoot. As we wrapped up my amateur film work, he walked to me on unsteady feet.

“Nobody ever loved me the way you do. Bed now, baby. I want to be alone with you.” He must have thought I wasn’t moving fast enough because the tears started falling down his face.

“You have to let me apologize…to love you again. I belong to you, Mingo.”

I turned off the camera and let my lover lead me into the house, knowing we were back in the dance. We’d found our steps again.

DISCIPLINING BARON

D.J. Manly

“I’m not wearing green,” Baron told his mother, ignoring her obvious disapproval.

“So you’re going to dress all in black then. You look as if you’re in mourning.”

“I am in mourning.”

She sighed. “You would embarrass your father?”

“He’s a sell out.”

“Enough of that language,” she snapped. “Your father did what he had to do to save the planet. The least you could do is show some respect and wear a little green.”

“The colour of the conquering pigs.”

“They are not our conquerors. The negotiations were reached peacefully and the treaty signed without bloodshed.”