Best Gay Erotica 2015 (3 page)

Mid-afternoon we'd sat on some boxes and cracked the cans we'd brought.

“You think you'll settle in the U.K. for good?” James had asked.

“Perhaps,” I'd said, the mild ache in my groin intensifying as I watched him scratch at scabs of cement on his ankle. “We like it here, but talked about Holland, too.”

“Holland, yes,” Sebastian had said. “I like Holland. Good place.” He'd reached out and squeezed the back of my neck, let his hand lie there for a moment, then trailed a fingertip to my throat. “In Poland, it is not so easy for us.”

In the months that followed, we'd seen a fair bit of James. He'd talked us into playing for the church soccer team, and one time we'd even gone to Mass, but only to see if he looked hot in his vestments. If he had a rare hour free, he'd call and we'd practice some simple phrases so he could tangle his tongue with the influx of Poles who'd tripled his congregation when the borders opened. Friendly enough, but always on his terms. Unconcerned by our loathing of the Church, seemingly cool that Sebastian and I were lovers, his own sexuality remained a no-go area, shut off behind a wall of reserve. But we knew. Back in the church hall, Sebastian had caressed me, and James's mask had slipped. Two men had touched and something had flared behind his pupils, raw and voracious—for a split second, he'd been revealed. I'd never seen that look again, but,
Jezus
, I wanted to. The memory of it buzzed in my blood like amyl.

Sebastian eyed me curiously. “
Pierdolone
, what's wrong with you? If you want him, we'll go for him. You think we'll fry in Hell if we mess with a holy man?”

“No…yes. Shit, I don't know.” Truth be told, I was scared, scared we'd make assholes of ourselves. Scared of coming on to him and seeing this grave and dignified young priest draw back, frowning in distaste. Or worse, smile understandingly.
Pityingly.

I pulled at my lower lip. “We don't know for sure he's gay,” I said lamely.

Sebastian snorted. “He's as queer as you are, and you know it. But there's no point sweating it; the man couldn't fuck if he wanted to.”

“What d'you mean?”

“Baby, baby, you should've paid attention in catechism class instead of playing with your little pee-pee. First week in the seminary, priests get their dicks cut off. The gay ones, they take their balls, too. They got this instrument like a giant nail clipper, machete blades with a spring.
Whack!
All off, right down to the pubes. They just leave a little hole so they can pee.” I digested this information in silence as he worked the key into the door, grinning at me over his shoulder. “Think about it. Two holes. Two
really tight
little holes. You and me, doing him. Doing him till he cries, then shooting in his ass, shooting in his
bladder
.” His tongue came out and lapped the air. “Yum.”

I slapped his own crazy ass into the hallway. “You're a deeply disturbed man, Sebastian.”

“Why you love me,
kochanie
. It's why you love me.”

I cradled the beer against my chest and gave the bathroom door a thump. I did it again, and Sebastian shouted something I didn't catch over the rumble of the shower.

James had arrived early. He stood in the living room, leafing through an old copy of
Polska
. He looked good, the outline of his torso and a shadow of hair just visible under a cream linen shirt, but the thought of him naked made my guts flip. Naked and reaching for us, stiff cock swaying above low-slung, semen-rich balls. Pointless balls. We'd asked him once whether celibacy extended to masturbation, and he'd flushed, hadn't answered. Sebastian, being Sebastian, had persisted. “You must do it, yes? How can you not? You are what, thirty? You are young, not old like the other priests.”

We'd spun a fantasy when he'd gone. James in his lonely bed. Arms bent up under the pillows to keep his hands off his prick. A sudden flexing, the cottony brush of the sheet and his stifled groan. Because despite his prayers, the punishing penances, his body rebelled, craved what was eternally forbidden to him. Loving words in the night. The sandpaper scrape of a jaw, but the tongue soft in his mouth. The male fist tight on his cock—

“Polish is one hell of a language,” he said, folding the newspaper.

“You can read some now?”

“A few words here and there. Thanks. Cheers.”

“
Na zdrowie
. You know, is the same when we learn English, at first is very hard for us—” He wasn't listening. He was staring, slack-jawed, at something behind me.

I spun on my heel. Sebastian was lounging in the doorway, naked but for a towel around his neck. His erect cock jutted, as hard and aggressive as a rhino horn. “Hello, James,” he said pleasantly.

“Jezus
,” I croaked. “
Co ty do cholery robisz
?”

His smile broadened. He beckoned me abruptly. “
Zamknij się. Chodź tutaj
.”

Dumbfounded, I obeyed and crossed the room to him. He caught me in his arms and turned me and kissed the side of my neck. My lover's eyes are neither blue nor green but a changeable shade on the cusp of both. When he's aroused, the irises rim the pupils like shards of aquamarine. I knew what those eyes would be doing to James.

“You are well, my friend?” His fingers moved deftly on the buttons of my shirt.

James raised his head. His color had drained but his gaze was steady, and in a cold corner of my mind I thought,
Atta boy
. He spoke quietly, without emphasis. “You trying to shock me, Sebastian? Outrage a priest? Is that what you want?” Amusement bubbled in Sebastian's voice. “
Outrage?
What

is that? I want nothing. I have what I want. I have Piotr. But do you know, perhaps tonight he is not enough for me. Or I for him.” He licked the nape of my neck, slowly, shiveringly, up into the short hairs. “Do you like blond men, James? Handsome blond men like Piotr?” He opened the last button on my shirt and eased it off my shoulders.

Christ knows how he did it but James kept his eyes on my face.

“See?” Sebastian purred, sliding his palm. “Look at his chest, his skin, so smooth, so fine. Such skin. Would you like to feel it on you, James, covering you? It would be fantastic, believe me.”

More than the press of his prick, I felt the hammering beat of his heart. He licked me again, and this time I thought he'd bite, bite like he does when I've made him crazy and he has me pinned and sobbing and there's a leopard on my back and its great cat cock is in me and I cry out at the spray of its semen.

“I am a priest,” James said. “You are a man first.”

Sebastian unzipped me and tucked the band of my briefs under my balls. “You do not want him? Even though he is so beautiful? You are sure?” He circled a finger around the overhang of my corona, then drew the skin right back. “You are sure?”

The room became still. James's gaze turned inward, and a fleeting, puzzled expression passed over his face as if whatever he was searching for had gone. I heard the pain in his sigh and the mourning for what he had lost as, at last, he dropped his eyes to my cock.

* * *

“
On się spuścił
,” Sebastian said flatly.

I jerked my arm away and looked down. A puddle of semen overflowed James's navel, one thick rivulet breaking away to run to his waist. He'd come all right.

He'd been shy, his skin sticky with nervous sweat, so we'd taken things nice and slow. With tongues and searching fingertips we'd prolonged the foreplay, ratcheting up his arousal by ignoring his cock and finding other places where our touches made him moan. His ears and the backs of his knees, his stiff little nipples erect in their ruffs of hair. More than anything he'd liked kissing, and we'd indulged him until our lips were as swollen as our dicks, the skin around them pink with stubble burn.

Sebastian had finally picked up the pace. He'd pulled out of James's arms and tilted his hips at me. One milking squeeze of his shaft, and my hand had been slicked. I'd leaned over James and spread my fingers to make a web, the fine filaments glinting in the lamplight. Gently, I'd laid my hand over his mouth and nose. “Smell, James.
Sex
.”

Thinking about it, he hadn't come as much as leaked, the cream oozing from his untouched dick in an incontinent dribble.

Sebastian blew out his cheeks. “
Idiota
.”

“
Idiota?
” I arched across James, and a tongue-span away my man's cock reared to me, exposing the smooth underbelly, the delicate tie pulled taut and glistening. Sebastian lifted off his heels so that I could do what he wanted, but I reached past his balls and stirred my fingers through the hair on his perineum. I swirled my tongue in a mime around his glans, connecting with only my breath. “
Idiota
?”

His eyes blazed into mine, burning blue. He wound his fist in my hair and gripped his cock, squeezing out glassy beads of precome. But when I bent to him, he held me off. Gooseflesh erupted along my arms when I understood what he intended to do. James's semen had thinned, become translucent, but was still thick enough to cling. Sebastian forced his prick down and used his fingers to smear the pearly glaze over the head. Little dabs then, wetting my lips, the scents of two men mingling in my nostrils and the steady feeding in so that I could suck, suck my priest's come off my lover's shaft.

Under me, James's cock stirred, slowly straightening, and the “Hallelujah” chorus went off in my head.

One on either side of him, we held each other's gaze: three cocks, six holes. I'm up for any slutty permutation but Sebastian can be difficult. He groped in the drawer for the condoms we keep for when we're partying—condoms that usually end up in my ass. I'd never seen him get fucked,
kurwa
; I rarely get to do him myself. A risky idea sent a thrill through the pit of my belly; could be that things were about to change.

“You have preference?” he asked James, biting the foil. “What you like?”

“I've never done anything. I don't know what I like.”

“I do,” I said. I took the little square and scraped its edge over Sebastian's nipple. “
Ty,”
I told him,
“ty pierwszy.
And after him, me,” I added for James's benefit.

Sebastian grimaced and shook his head. “
Nie,
Piotr.” “
Tak, kochanie. Ah, tak.”

My lover must have heard an edge in my voice. He threw me an unreadable look, hesitated, then shrugged and tipped forward, taking his weight on his forearms. I danced my fingers along the furrow of his spine: such a turn-on, making this arrogant top submit. Palms flat, I spread his buttocks to expose him. James stared in silence, his rapt expression telling me all I needed to know. I jerked my chin at the lube. “Put on him, inside. Also his balls. Is good for him, you touch his balls.”

What was it like for James? I watched him smear the gel, my body flooded with the memory of my own first time. I'd been young, maybe sixteen, my godmother's son a little older. Handsome Daniel, a golden boy. His tiny slot, pink and perfect. His hoarse whispers urging me on and his startled grunt when I complied. Heat, a luscious clinging, little slicking sounds as I feverishly moved my finger in and out, not sure what the hell I should be doing. The wicked smell of him triggering an orgasm like a supernova.

Penetrating no more than a centimeter, James probed gingerly. “He is clean, James,” I said, fitting my right hand to his left.

Gently, I worked my middle finger in alongside his. Sebastian arched his throat, air hissing through his teeth. James kissed me, his tongue coiling in my mouth as our fingers mated, sliding one over the other like eels in oil. Unwilling to break the kiss, I patted the bed for the condom.

James caught my wrist. “Do we have to?” he murmured, nibbling my lip. “The condom, I mean?”

One time, my best friend, Adam, hooked up with a scorching piece of ass, a baby marine home on leave in Szczecin. An hour's making out, and the Boy Wonder's groin was soaked, squishy with precome. He must have felt the condom slide off his slippery dick but he carried on regardless, shooting his load in Adam's ass. The poor fucker must have sweated off five kilos waiting for the test result.

Kleenex, you're picking shreds off all night, so I mopped James with the sheet. “When is Sebastian and me together, no need. With other men, always.” I positioned the disc on the tip of his cock and looked him directly in the eye. “James, condom always, you understand?”

He winced as the latex snagged a stray hair on his shaft. “There won't be any other men. This is a one time only thing for me.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and buried his face in the pillow. “Now. Slow. Slow so not hurt him.”

The initial penetration. A man's ass opened by a superb cock, the crinkled halo forced inward. The rigid shaft disappearing with the first hard kiss of bush to buttocks. But Sebastian was trembling, the pain he was bearing for my pleasure showing white in his knuckles, the sheen of sweat on his face. The surge of love I felt for him then made my eyes sting. I had no need to, he knows what I feel for him, but I told him anyway. Our words of love are not for other men to hear, so I mouthed them against his temple.

“
Kocham cie, moj Sebastianie. Kocham cie.
”

One hand on James's back, the other on my cock, I knelt and watched. And as I watched, and their moans and the lovely scent of their fucking spun my senses, it seemed that I merged with them, somehow became them. I took each savage thrust into my own bowel, felt warm rectal flesh engulf my own cock. In and out, James's asscheeks hollowing. In and out. In and hold, his pelvis grinding an ecstatic figure-eight. Out. In. A long slither, all the way out.

His hands on his hips, James considered his cock. Freed from pressure, the pale tip had instantly purpled with engorging blood. Sebastian groaned and his asshole clenched weakly, sending a trickle of melted lube down his balls. Maybe later, if my luck held, I'd get to see something even better: cloudy drops of my own semen oozing from that ravaged gape.