Men on the Make: True Gay Sex Confessions (15 page)

He stays the night partly because morning comes in minutes, not hours. He sits in the bay of my English hotel room’s wide-open French windows, smoking in silhouette until the sun comes up, his hair a mess, his gangly body still somehow unsightly, even now that its extraordinary powers have been revealed. He goes with me to grab a coffee at the Costa on Queensway, and we kiss good-bye at the Bayswater tube stop. I promise to—maybe I beg him to let me—call next time I’m in town, although he’s barely turned for the stairs when I know this will never happen again.

And maybe that’s okay. My jaw unhinges when I catch a glimpse of my naked self-climbing into the shower. I’m purple and gray, not in a million little hickeys, but in one throbbing, yellow-ringed body bruise. It hurts more to look at it than it does to touch. I try to apply my uniform without touching any part of my front. London to San Francisco is a long flight under the best of circumstances; if anyone notices that I wince every time I twist or bend—that I take a deep, bracing breath every time I go to slide a meal tray back into a cart—no one says
anything. Everything that isn’t standing perfectly still hurts; my mind is cleared of every thought that isn’t him chomping away at me all night long every time I so much as look at my watch.

We inch along, past Greenland, over Canada, toward home.

I’m grinning like an idiot, turned on and half-hard the entire way.

JUSTIN’S ORGY

Brent Archer

S
everal years ago, my partner frequently traveled for work. I met up with a friend from college, Matt, for some fun when he was between boyfriends. Matt was a beautiful man, with dark curly hair, a sweet face with full kissable lips, and a lean defined muscled body, and we were compatible both in temperament and sexual interests. I loved sucking his thick cut cock, but his ass was a joy to be inside.

This particular weekend, my partner Alan was away and I had been asked by another fuckbuddy to come over for a foursome. He wanted to be the bottom for three tops, and the prospect of my first group got me hard each time I thought about it. My excitement mounted as the day drew near. Out of the blue, Matt called two days before and asked if I could get together. He was off late on Friday night. I knew I had to get up early on Saturday morning for my foursome fun, but I wanted to see him. Though we both knew we would not work as anything but friends with benefits, I still considered Matt the one that
got away, so anytime he wanted to get together I said yes. I suggested he stay the night, though I didn’t tell him where I was going in the morning, just that I had an appointment.

Friday came and a thrill of desire shot up my spine as the doorbell rang. Matt had arrived and the door was barely closed when he grabbed me and kissed me hard. My knees nearly buckled from the intensity of his passion and the pleasure surging through my blood. I nibbled his lower lip as his hands roamed over my back and pulled me tighter into the warmth of his embrace. We made out by the door for a few minutes until I couldn’t contain my lust for him. The inferno of my desire took control as I pulled him into the bedroom.

We tore at each other’s clothes, the passion of our kissing scorching me where our skin made contact. I slid his shirt over his head and sucked one of his erect nipples into my mouth as my fingers wove their way across his tight hairy chest. I wanted him bad, and my cock confirmed my desire as it ached against the confines of my jeans.

Pushing him back onto the bed, I dove on top of him and released the belt and zipper on his slacks. He opened my shirt, but that’s as far as he got. I pulled off his slacks in one motion and then peeled off his socks and stood up. He was beautiful on his back looking up at me with hungry brown eyes. I shed the rest my clothes, letting my own erection out for some air. It was so hard that it almost hurt from my excitement over the man before me.

Sliding my body along his as I climbed on top of him, I kissed and licked his flesh as I moved up toward his lips, savoring the taste of his freshly showered body and the softness of his skin. My teeth grazed his stubbly chin and my lips found his as our cocks ground together. He whimpered and I moaned in our kiss as my lust built. I slid back down his body and hoisted his legs in
the air. My tongue dove into his tight, clean hole as I teased him into a frenzy. Hard thrusts and light licks had Matt thrashing around and clutching the sheets. His excitement only increased my hunger to pleasure him.

His moans made my cock even harder. “I want you in me, Brent.” I grabbed the lube off the nightstand and slicked us both up. “Go easy on me. You were the last one to fuck me.”

“Jeez, baby, that was over a year ago.”

“I know.” Matt wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me toward his waiting entrance. “Just got checked and I’m good to go. If you are too, take me raw.” A groan escaped me as I lined up my head and started a slow penetration.

“Squeaky clean, babe. Get ready.” I’m pretty thick, so we had to stop several times as I stretched him out. Leaning forward and planting gentle kisses on his face, lips and neck, I murmured encouragement as his tightness threatened to pull the pent-up seed from inside me. He gasped and moaned both at the thick cock pushing deeper in him and at the tender intimacy we shared.

I stopped to savor his warmth and tightness once I was completely inside him. He pulsed his muscles, tightening his hold and bringing me close to orgasm. “Babe, if you keep doing that, this is going to end before it starts.” I was on fire and almost blinded by a haze of lust as I began stirring my cock inside him. The sensations were amazing.

“So good, fuck me harder.” He moaned as I pulled almost completely out and screamed as I slammed back in. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me down to his lips as I kept up a rapid pistoning motion. Each lustful scream fueled the flames of my desire for him, pushing me deeper as my imminent release threatened to burst. Though I love being kissed with passion as I shoot my load, I wanted him to fire off at the same
time. Breaking our kiss, I pulled up, grabbing his stiffness and stroking him in time to my thrusts.

He tried to bat my hand away. “So close.” I pinned his arm over his head as I rammed home my cock and stroked his faster. His scream probably woke the neighbors as his cock jerked and shot several thick creamy bolts landing from his chin to his belly button. His ass tightened up, and I released my seed inside him with a roar.

“So good, so good.” Matt panted, trying to catch his breath as I fell forward onto him and felt the warm fluid on his chest rub into my own. I nibbled at his earlobe, enjoying his warmth and the tingling of pleasure as his fingers traced lazy patterns across my shoulders.

I kissed his cheek. “I’ve missed you, sweet boy.”

We stayed like that for a few minutes. Sleep threatened to claim us, so I pulled my softening cock from his insides and went into the bathroom for a washcloth to clean both of us up. After running warm water through the cloth, I brought it back to the bed and wiped us off. Depositing the washcloth onto the floor, I crawled into bed next to him. We pulled the covers up, and I fell into a contented sleep with my arm over him and my chest spooned against his back.

I awoke to sunlight streaming into the window early the next morning. Matt lay beside me fast asleep, and I luxuriated in the warmth his body radiated. With reluctance, I got out of bed and took a quick shower. I had an appointment to keep. He was still asleep when I got my clothes on. No socks or underwear. I wasn’t going to be clothed long.

Justin’s place was close and there was no traffic, so I arrived fifteen minutes early. The door buzzed when I rang his apartment. Climbing the stairs, a thrill of anticipation sizzled up my spine. Not sure what to expect, I let myself in, peeling off my
clothes inside the door and dropping them in the foyer.

He was naked on his bed ass-up as I walked around the corner. My cock stirred at the sight of his sexy contours. “Hey, glad you made it,” he said.

I moved to the bed and presented my hard cock to him. He sucked me in as I took a deep breath at the sudden warmth. His tongue swirled over my head and down the shaft, sending shivers of pleasure from my sensitive glans.

His phone rang, and he buzzed in the next participant, barely stopping long enough to reach for the phone. He resumed his sucking, and a few moments later I heard the door open and close. Not sure who was about to come around the corner, my stomach tightened in anticipation. My curiosity peaked as I heard clothes dropping to the floor, and my breath caught in my throat as a Latin stud walked in. He was a little taller than me, and he oozed sexiness. He was stocky with jet-black hair, black fuzz across his chest, suckable nipples, and a huge uncut monster swaying between his legs that made my mouth water.

He looked at us as he approached. “Nice. I’m Isaac.”

“Brent.” I surveyed this hunk and caressed his chest, enjoying the tickle of his hair on my fingertips. He gasped as I gently squeezed his nipple.

Justin alternated sucking us. Isaac put his arm around my waist and pulled me into a scorching kiss, heightening the pleasure being given to my cock. I moaned as lust took over and the kiss became more intense.

The phone rang again, and Justin reached over to get it. Isaac jumped onto the bed and lay on his back with his head hanging off the edge. I could see his hardness throb and push out a bit of fluid. Justin pounced as soon as he had buzzed in our fourth guy. Isaac pulled me forward and I slid down his throat as Justin lubed Isaac’s erection and slid a condom on it. He straddled his
hips and sank down, taking that thick monster in one motion. Lust and desire raged through me as I watched him impale himself on Isaac.

The door opened and closed, and a fully clothed, cute forty-something with sandy-blond hair and a lean build emerged from the foyer. He stopped in his tracks and gawked. “Oh shit, that’s hot.”

He quickly shed his clothes and came to stand next to me. I enjoyed the view of his hairless chest and trimmed blond bush. His blue eyes looked into mine, and desire took over as he leaned in to kiss me. It was a sensuous, lingering kiss, strong but tender. My knees nearly buckled, and I pulled out of Isaac afraid I’d release too soon.

The newcomer kissed his way to my neck and licked from my Adam’s apple to my chin. Pleasure exploded throughout my body, and I had to grab on to his hips to stay upright as a long moan escaped my open lips.

“I’m Jack,” he whispered into my ear as he guided me onto the bed next to Isaac. “I love those beautiful green eyes. They look so hot with your dark curly hair.”

“Brent,” I wheezed, hardly able to produce a sound out of overstimulation and some embarrassment at his compliments.

Jack lay on top of me and ground his hardening cock against mine as he locked lips with me. I slid my hands up and down his back. He gyrated his hips against me even more, and I moaned out my desire for this sexy man.

Isaac groaned next to me. “Oh fuck, stop or you’ll make me shoot.” The bed next to me stopped bouncing, and then one of them moved around. Jack sat up and Justin sucked his medium-sized erection into his mouth. Isaac replaced Jack’s lips on mine as Jack climbed off me and lay down on his back. Justin got on his hands and knees, sucking Jack but pulling his asscheeks apart.

Isaac broke our kiss and I moved in behind Justin. Isaac handed me a rubber and I suited up and slammed in. Justin grunted as I rammed him again. A slight disappointment dawned on me. I hoped he’d be tighter. Probably Isaac’s thickness had spread him wide before I could take him. Still, the warmth around my thrusting cock pushed me to pound harder.

After a few minutes, Justin pulled off of me and lubed Jack up. “I need this in my ass.” He sat down on Jack who moaned and closed his eyes. Isaac kissed up my neck as I watched the sex playing out before me.

His mouth reached my ear and he nibbled on my earlobe. “I want you inside me.”

“What?” Shock and desire raged for supremacy. I assumed Isaac was strictly a top. He smiled and winked, then pulled the condom off me and rolled on a new one. He got onto his back and pulled up his sexy muscular legs, applying lube to his hair-fringed hole.

“Take me.”

Not needing to be asked twice, I slowly entered him, stopping a couple of times when he pushed his legs against me and gasped. Finally I was in him all the way, and he ground his ass against me. “Fuck me hard, stud.” Wanting nothing more, I complied, laying into him deep and reveling in the tightness that I had missed with Justin. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, looking over at Justin still riding Jack. He looked pissed, a frown on his face and his brow furrowed. Guess he didn’t plan on Isaac going both ways.

He didn’t let us get too far. “I want some more of Isaac’s cock.” He pulled off Jack and pushed me out of Isaac. I was not pleased, but this was his show. Isaac’s legs came down as Justin climbed on top of him and sank his ass back down on his covered cock.

Jack sat up and we watched Isaac grab Justin’s hips and drill him hard. He then pulled me on top of him, wrapping his legs around my thighs and pulling my cock to his entrance. “I want you, too.” He pushed against my erection and I entered him before I knew what had happened. He was even tighter than Isaac, and I shivered as I fought back the urge to blow right there. Both of them were bottoms, and that turned me on even more than the idea of a foursome. Instead of Justin being the only bottom, I was the only top. I started to fuck him, and he slid his fingers over his perfect cock.