Fuuuuuuck.
“That’s it, Zachary. Let me take control of your body.” I was standing, bare-assed, covered in soapy bubbles, knee-deep in hot water with my hard dick practically pulsing with the need to release, in the jacuzzi tub I had never seen Teo use. “I know Teo likes what he's seen.” I hoped to God that was true. I had been in love with him for the greater part of a decade and he’d been acting differently lately, especially if last night’s performance was any indication. “He saw your abs the other day and jacked off thinking about licking your treasure trail all the way down to your cock.” I flinched as the pressure on my cock shifted and the relentless massage of my balls made me reach for the wall. Watching my foreskin move back and forth, stroked by an invisible force was getting me there. I was close, and it took all my focus not to fall over. “He swallowed it.” “He swallowed what?” I asked, eyes closed, enjoying wave after wave of pleasure. No toy had ever made me feel like this before. “His cum. After he jacked off thinking about your cock.” “But has he even seen it hard?” Did he really swallow? “He’s seen enough.” I shivered and tried to relax as I felt the familiar tingle. “Just chill out. It can’t hurt to show him a little more.” I vaguely heard the footsteps in the hall, the bedroom door open, and my name from the lips of the college soccer god that was my roommate, but Jake was relentless. It felt like an entire team of men was manhandling my cock and balls and it was heaven on earth. “Oops, we didn’t lock the door.” My eyes opened as slowly as the bathroom door. Through the cloud of steam that escaped, Mateo Decker stepped in and he looked straight at my cock. Time froze. I swore Teo said something about my body, but I wasn’t paying enough attention. I was about to cum. “Why don’t you take a closer look, Mateo?” I watched as Teo not only listened to Jake, but walked forward, knelt down, opened his mouth and held himself over the edge of the tub. He was inches away from engulfing my swollen and about-to-spill cockhead in between the lips I’d dreamt of kissing. “I’m cumming!” Pre-order at mybook.to/FratGhostWingman to hear the rest of the story as soon as it's released on October 11.
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It's finally here! And it's so pretty! Haunted Hearts – Everyone deserves a happy ever afterlife! Haunted Hearts is an Own-Voices Paranormal Romance Series about love and the things that go boo in the night. Join us on our romantic journeys over ten books from some of your favorite authors! Be sure to read the entire series so you don’t miss a moment of falling in love, or sometimes falling into a happily ever after-life! Each book is a standalone but why not read them all? Everyone deserves the HEA! Check out the blurb for Frat Ghost Wingman below! “That’s it, Zachary. Let me take control of your body.”
Zachary At no point in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined a ghost would be instrumental in my sex life. It certainly wasn’t my wildest dream to move into a fraternity even if I was sharing a room with my lifelong best friend. I’d finally admitted it to myself – I was in love with Teo and had been for years. Maybe this semester I would finally be honest with my new brothers, my parents…and with Teo. Mateo I should’ve just told Zach the first time the ghost explored me. He was the one person I talked to about everything. But then came the thongs, lace panties, and jockstraps, and I got caught up exploring myself…with a little supernatural assistance. It hadn’t surprised me that what I needed was right in front of my face the whole time. But would it be a surprise to Zach? Gird your loins and prepare yourself for the boys of ΚΩΚ. Greek life has returned to campus and this semester they'll be living it up in a brand new house and learning more about their own sexuality than anything else. Teo and Zach will have to manage misplaced clothes, paranormal seductions, ghost-assisted disrobings, and huge loads...of coursework. Frat Ghost Wingman is part of the Haunted Hearts Series, but each work can be read as a standalone. An excerpt from Dickathlon - Chapter 21 (Tyler)“Let me know if you see Miles or Preston,” I yelled at Declan over the music.
They were my only two athletes at the moment. The younger, middle and high school-aged athletes were back in school. We didn’t get an influx of them until the summer, which had ended before our arrival. “You wanna drink, babe?” Declan asked. “Sure. Why not? Something fruity.” Declan leveled me with a look. “Don’t start,” I said, tweaking a nipple through his fabric breastplate. “I’ll get you something with pineapple.” That got my attention. “Planning on swallowing something later?” “If I’m lucky.” He winked and headed to the kitchen, leaving me surrounded by half-clothed hunks in a field of twirling colorful lights. This Hudson guy really knows how to throw a party. My phone vibrated against my bare skin. I had no pockets, so it was tucked in my briefs. Quinn: Happy Halloween! Did the mummy costume work out? What'd Dec go as? Tyler: He is the hunkiest Hercules ever! Quinn: Like Kevin Sorbo barbarian vibes or the Disney one? Tyler: Disney! And fuck, it's the childhood fantasy I never knew I wanted. Hbu? Quinn: Poison Ivy. Quinn: Starbucks Guy is here. Tyler: Perfect. Now's your time. Get him, girl. Quinn: Lmao, we'll see. Have fun!!! "Coach Ty, is that you?" I turned to see an almost naked Miles. His eighteenth birthday was a few months ago, but I invited him anyway, knowing he likely wouldn’t drink. He was kind of a boy scout. He was also really short. Like, shorter than Luke, short. And wearing just a speedo, with a towel around his neck. “Wow, Miles. You know this is a costume party, right?” “I am aware." "So, are you, like, naked guy?" "I’m Jake Anderson. You know, the Australian diver.” He pulled at the speedo, showing me a blue flag with some stars. I surmised it was the Australian flag and avoided embarrassing myself by not asking for confirmation. “Oh. I think I met him in Brisbane actually.” “Seriously? Graham Shea is so lucky.” “Jealous, huh?” Miles nodded. "I could probably introduce you some time. I certainly will, if they ever come to the San Diego area." "I would die." I couldn't help but smile. I had been with a guy for just over a year and had almost forgotten what being single felt like. Seeing Miles took me back. “Well, there are plenty of men here tonight, and with a costume like that, you’ll be sure to have a lot of them interested.” “You think so?” “Of course. Isn’t that why you wore that?” “Preston convinced me to. He said I needed to lose my V card.” “What did I say?!” I winced, smelling the alcohol on his breath. Preston had wedged between us, hanging himself off our shoulders. He wore a black bodysuit and mask, a fluorescent blue lightning-bird thing on his chest. “You gave me this idea,” Miles answered, motioning to his mostly naked body. “He looks hot. Right, Coach Ty?” I ignored him, since hitting on my athletes was frowned upon and changed the subject. “Nightwing, huh?” “I figured this shows off my muscles. Plus, most guys have a thing for superheroes.” I wasn’t sure Preston was gay when I first met him. He seemed to disapprove of me and Declan, but after a while, I realized he was jealous. Tonight confirmed it for me, though it might be the alcohol. At best, he was very much in the closet. I hadn’t heard him speak of it until now, though Miles hadn’t seemed surprised. Of course, he could be hiding it. Miles was always hard to read. He was like Graham in that way. “Well, the night ain’t gettin’ any younger, Coach. See ya ‘round. Don’t wait up.” Before I could remind him that he was underage and that he should take it easy, Preston was gone. “What are your plans for the night?” I asked Miles. “I dunno. Just have a good time, I guess.” “Well, if you need anything from me, just call or send a text.” I didn’t want to be too obvious, knowing he’d get embarrassed. Especially considering I just learned Miles was still a virgin. “Sure thing, Coach.” We stood there for a few more minutes without saying anything. I knew Miles was gathering the courage to venture out on his own. “Hey, babe. Here ya go,” Declan said, handing me my drink. “Fruity, as requested. Hey, Miles. What’s up?” “Hey, Declan. Nice costume.” “Thanks. Showing off that tight body of yours, huh?” I heard Miles giggle nervously, before I said, “Excuse me?” “What? He does have a great body. I was just giving him a compliment.” I knew what he said was true and I secretly thanked him for saying it, hoping it would give Miles some confidence. “I like your Herc costume too, Declan.” “Thanks, kid. Need help finding a guy to flirt with?” Declan asked. “Hey, cutie. What’s your name?” a guy dressed as Pikachu wearing a crop top interrupted us. “Doesn’t look like he needs any help, bro.” I pushed at Declan’s chest, moving us away from Miles and his new admirer. “Let’s give them some space.” “You sure he doesn’t need a chaperone?” “Miles is an adult-” “Barely.” “Wow, Dec. When did you become such a daddy?” He laughed. “All these younger men must bring it out in me.” “As long as you go home with me.” “Why? You have big plans?” “I do plan on having a lot of pineapple juice. Save some room.” I patted his tight stomach. “That works for me.” We had found our way into a hallway. It wasn’t so loud here, so we didn’t have to yell. “Oh, I forgot about the plan. What is it again? Sex on Fridays and Saturdays only?” “You got it, babe.” “What a waste.” “Oh come on, It’ll only make it that much better.” “If you say so.” I knew I was pouting and I didn’t care. “It is Friday. Let’s enjoy the party and then when we get back, you can ride my dick until you cum all over me. How does that sound?” “Sounds like Hercules might be a little horny.” I slipped my hand under his skirt to cup his bare ass. “The thong’s pretty hot, by the way.” “I know how much you like my ass. Thought I’d show it off for you.” “But everyone can see it.” “I told you, I like jealous Ty.” “Is that so?” Declan nodded. “And if you keep rubbing my ass, the pleats in this skirt are gonna be sticking straight out in a few seconds.” “That’s fine with me. Hercules had a club, didn’t he?” “That club wants you on your knees. Now.” Declan grabbed my hand and tugged. I had no choice but to follow him. I tried to adjust my dick since it felt like it was about to pop out of my waistband. But the thought of me on my knees, looking up at Hercules, his massive cock sticking through the skirt, my mouth ready and waiting, was too much. My dick could do whatever it wanted. The blowjob was quick and dirty. I didn’t care that spit was running down my chin. I didn’t care that I didn’t cum. I didn’t care that someone could walk in on us in the random bedroom we found. I wanted to be used and Declan knew it. His hands threaded through my hair and he fucked my mouth as hard as he would pound my ass. Without a gag reflex, it didn’t matter how rough he was. The feel of his balls slamming into my chin had my dick weeping in my briefs. I could smell his sweaty musk in his pubes as they tickled my nostrils. I don’t know if it was the costumes or something else, but it was the roughest he had been with me and I loved it. Maybe it was the last gasp before our future chastity? Well, my future chastity. Something inside of me liked that Declan was calling the shots. I hadn’t asked how he would keep from cumming all week long, but I knew the answer. He had more self control than I did. “You ready for it, babe?” I swiped the head of his cock with a rather creative tongue swirl and kept it lodged down my throat, trying to keep rhythm with his thrusts. I nodded briefly. “I want to hear you say it, Ty.” I pulled off. “Feed me. I want to swallow all of it. I want you to cum in my mouth.” “Fuck, get your mouth back-” He didn’t finish his sentence. In seconds I was rewarded with the first shot of salty sweetness on the back of my tongue. “Fuck, Ty. Take it. Take my load. Your mouth - is so - hot,” he managed to say while catching his breath. I finished milking his load out of his still-hard cock, swallowing all of it. Mine was always so sensitive after cumming, but Declan had a god-like level of stamina I could only wish to have one day. “I’d ask how that was, but I think I can guess,” I quipped. Declan let go of my hair, pushing several strands behind my ears. “Fuck, babe. I don’t think you realize how good you suck dick.” “Maybe I’ll take up yoga and find out?” “I would love to see that. If you need a few ribs surgically removed, I’ll pay for that.” “I’ll start with yoga, but thanks for the offer.” Declan pulled me to my feet. “I think that might’ve counted as public sex. Anyone could’ve walked in on us.” “For my dickathlon?” “Yeah.” “Are you sure it counts as public?” I asked. “Well, it’s not like I can bend you over a bench in Griffith Park and fuck the cum out of you on the observatory lawn.” “Yes, actually. That sounds fantastic. I’d like that very much, please.” “Well, we can fuck right now. Bend over!” I put my hands on the bed and stuck my ass out. “We don’t have lube, so I’m gonna get you nice and wet first.” He yanked my briefs down, pulling some of the bandages loose in the process. They fell to the floor at my feet. My dick bounced in the air, hard as a rock. I felt his hands spread my ass apart and then a warm sensation on my hole. Fuck, he’s rimming me. I rested my forehead against the bed, willing myself to relax and enjoy the attention from his tongue. He hadn’t done this before. The door opened - fuck - and I turned to see Miles and Pikachu guy. They seemed stunned to see us, then I watched as their eyes focused to my right, on Declan. I glanced down and could tell his dick was still jutting out through the skirt. I swear there was a string of cum dangling off the tip of it, glistening in the light, as he stood up to wrangle his dick back inside the thong. I didn’t even have time to move as Miles stuttered an apology and backed out of the room, dragging Pikachu guy with him. "So-sorry," Declan stuttered. "Why are you sorry?" "Uh, one of your athletes just saw us fooling around." I laughed. "Well, he knows we're together. Now, he also knows you have a massive penis." "Are you okay with that?" “I believe my oral performance a few minutes ago made it clear that I am very okay with your massive penis.” Declan cuffed the back of my head. “Not what I meant. Are you okay with them walking in on us?” "I don't have too much of a choice, do I? It already happened. And I'm not going to go ask him how he feels about what he saw. Based on his reaction, that would only make him more uncomfortable." Declan finally relaxed and laughed a bit. "True. Maybe he'll just file it away and jerk off to the memory later like a normal teenager." Gross. "Sure. That's the spirit." "What? Not what you needed to hear?" I shook my head. "Let's go. I need to forget this conversation and that dick up my ass will do the trick." I pulled him out of the room and made a bee-line for the front door. We were leaving. Despite the interruption, I was still horny as fuck. Read it now on KU, Kindle or paperback - mybook.to/Dickathlon Here it is, folks!
A drunken encounter. An unexpected reunion. How long can a newly single dad resist a bare-chested hunk of a housemate? Clayton My wife’s infidelity came as no surprise. However, I was surprised when she walked out of my life completely, leaving me to raise a tweenager grappling with puberty. Out of a job and under financial strain, I decided to rent out the extra bedroom in my basement. As soon as I met Jack, I knew I was headed for trouble, especially with the amount of time he spent shirtless. Jack At first I thought he was pretending, but the man I was about to rent a room from didn’t remember blowing me in a bathroom stall earlier this year. Normally, I’d be insulted, but it’s not like he was looking at my face. Then there was what I found behind the locked basement door. Once I saw that, there was no going back. I needed to show this sweet single dad that it was okay to take what he wanted, especially if it ended up with me on my back and a smile on my face. Jack Frosting is a gay, age gap, rom-com with cameos from Snow Balling. It is recommended to read the Snow Dates series in order. This holiday novella features a BDSM playroom, a “frosting” fetish, a reluctant top and an insatiable bottom. Don't forget to pre-order now at mybook.to/JackFrosting! Oh boy...well, 2023 has been a busy one so far. I squeaked out The Forever Vault (a week late due to an Amazon upload glitch - first it was okay, then it was okay, then it wasn't), but the delay did allow me to fix a few things I didn't have the time to get to before.
Additionally, Vellum came out with some new updates, so I went ahead and re-formatted all the text exchanges in my books to read more like your smartphone screen does when - let's say - you have FB messenger open. And then it was my 40th birthday, and a family trip to Disney, and the release of Dickathlon, which wasn't quite the national success I wanted it to be. I'll admit my expectations were through the roof because it's my favorite thing I've ever written, I'm secretly in love with Ty, and creating it also took the shortest amount of time because I was so inspired. Who knows? Maybe it will be a sleeper hit, and three years from now I'll be casting the movie version of it? For now, I'm working on a super secret shifter project (yes, a new romance genre for Finn!), outlining the next books in the Champions Series (hello to Colton and Orion), getting ready for Romanticonn, and putting together some special illustrated editions of the Rings Trilogy. I'm not sure anyone reads this, but I wanted to say "Thank you" to everyone who has read Snowballing.
The fanfare over it quickly snowballed and it is now pretty much my most successful work to date. I couldn't be happier because honestly, it was so easy to write. I'm looking forward to the next chapter in the Snow Dates series, which will be released 12/12/2023. For now, it's back to the Champions Series to finish up Cam and Luke's trilogy and some new novels for the side characters of Team USA. I may also tiptoe through the fairytale forest and play with a duology idea I've had for a while. Happy reading! ~Finn Thanks to my amazing author chat group, I became inspired to write a holiday novella!
I started writing on October 6 and it is not November 3 and the first draft is complete. I hope to have the blurb ready soon. As of right now, the pre-order is up on Amazon. Universal link is right here. I've shared the cover in my private reader group on facebook, but I'm also happy to share it right here. The amazing KD Ellis is responsible! I can't wait for y'all to meet Eli and Gareth. :) I've posted the pre-order for The Forever Vault, Rings Trilogy Book 3.
It's scheduled for March 2023, but I hope to have it released WAY sooner than that. Amazon just frowns on pushing pre-order dates back and I can't handle tight deadlines right now with my new promotion and projects around the house. So...that's all I have to update for now. Technically, I have another book available for pre-order as well, but I'm saving that announcement for a little bit later. ;-) As always, for the the latest news and goings-on, join me in my MMenagerie on facebook. I'm excited to announce that I'll be attending this retreat for LGBT romance readers and writers as a featured author.
If you're attending and would like to pre-order any of my books to pick up at the retreat, please use the order form below. https://forms.gle/VyqEnZwjvNGToWYU7 If you have any questions regarding GRL or pre-orders for either of my novels, please e-mail me at [email protected]. Hope to see you there! I'm so excited to meet my readers AND a great deal of my favorite authors! Disclaimer: The following contains adult content. Please do not proceed unless you are over the age of 18 and perfectly happy reading about gay sex. The following is also subject to change - this hasn't even been super-edited or read by betas yet. This is raw, but I hope you like it.
MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD FOR RINGS TRILOGY BOOK 3: THE FOREVER VAULT Chapter 1 ends on a bit of a cliffy, you've been warned Chapter 1 - Lucas FLORIDA “If you don’t hurry up, we’re going to be late. How many pairs of underwear do you need?” “You’re seriously asking me that?” I dragged my suitcase out of our bedroom and was met by Cam’s folded arms and impatient stare. “Wait a minute.” I unzipped the front, reached my hand in, and started digging around. “Now what?!” My fingers felt around as I ignored Cam’s nostril flare. We were like five minutes late. That was on time for me and he knew that. “Here it is.” Triumphantly, I pulled out a purple jockstrap and held it up for Cam to see. “That’s it. Your lucky jockstrap?” “I don’t hear you complaining when it’s all I’m wearing around the house.” Cam didn’t say anything. Well, any words. In three steps, he had my arms pinned above my head and his tongue tangling with mine. He pulled back to say, “I do like half-naked chore time,” then resumed what I could only describe as a world champion kiss. Cam would win, hands down. The way my body responded to just his mouth on mine…my libido would be set for life. I was breathless when he took a second to gulp some air. “I thought we were late.” He smirked, looking down from his whole-inch-taller-than-me vantage point, then slithered his hands around my waist and under the elastic band of my shorts. “Had to check. I knew you’d be going commando.” “Easy access, handsome. I was hoping for some quality in-flight entertainment.” Cam groaned and pulled back. “I bet. Stuff your jock in the bag. If we forgot something, my mom can bring it later.” “Oh yeah, I see that going well.” I held an imaginary phone to my ear. “Hi Heather, we’re going to need you to swing by the house to pick up a few things we forgot. Cam’s leather harness and metal cockring, my crotchless booty shorts, and the nipple clamps on the dresser. Not the ones in the bathroom next to our matching Fleshjacks. And don’t go in the den, we don’t want you to see the sling just yet.” Cam rolled his eyes and shoved me towards the door then picked up both our suitcases. “Let’s go!” I grabbed the keys from the hook by the door and held it open for Cam, locking it behind us. Cam’s mother lived about fifteen minutes from our house. What was Cam’s mother’s great aunt’s cottage was now our home. It took us a few years to make it liveable - the flooded bathroom was no joke - but we had been in it for over a year now. I still had to pinch myself every now and then. It seemed like a fantasy. I slowed the car down in front of the flower shop, rolling to a stop. “Cutting it a little close, boys,” Heather said, as she opened the door. “You know whose fault that is, Mom.” I gave her a sheepish grin in the rearview as she sat down and buckled up. It was a thirty minute drive to Tampa International Airport. After dropping us off, Heather was taking our car back to the house, so we didn’t have to pay parking for three weeks. She’d be coming to San Francisco in a week or so, in time for the opening ceremonies. “What was it this time? The coin, or something I don’t want to know about?” The coin! I let off the gas and tried to remember. “Don’t worry, tiger. I got it.” Cam read my mind. “No manches!” “I’m not joking. It’s right here.” He pulled the platypus coin out of his pocket. I let out a big breath. His ability to know what I was thinking was uncanny. One of the benefits of living together for almost four years. “Haven’t you done this before?” Heather asked, leaning forward to rub my shoulder. I chuckled and unclenched my asshole. Well, just a little bit. Tampa traffic was a bitch. “I still can’t believe your mom got us these tickets for my birthday.” She surprised me with them at my birthday dinner in May. Cam smiled, leaned over and puckered his lips. I kissed him, knowing he needed it. He hated flying. “It’s like she loves you or something.” Cam shrugged and fiddled with the safety brochure. “Can I get you gentlemen anything before we take off?” I glanced up to see an appreciative smile and amber eyes that seemed to sparkle. In that way. Stereotypically, male flight attendants had a reputation. I laughed a little on the inside because the reputation was not unearned. Every flight. It never failed. A guy would find us and give us extra whatever we needed. It happened with the women, too. I knew Cam and I were famous. Not like Chris Hemsworth or anything, but something told me this gentleman wasn’t going to be our first admirer of the day. After all, it was a six hour flight. “I’ll take a Sex on the Beach.” I watched the guy’s eyes bulge for a second before he hid his smirk. It was early, but I knew Cam was nervous. I didn’t mind a tipsy Cam either. He got handsy. “We’re actually not supposed to serve alcohol just yet,” he said, lowering his voice, “but I’ll make an exception for you. Would you like something, Lu-?” There it is. “I mean, sir.” I knew he recognized us. “Just a Diet Coke, thanks.” “If you need anything else, just let me know. My name’s Sean.” It had been a few hours since they served us breakfast, and despite having two dedicated flight attendants for first class - including Sean from earlier - I had counted at least four others traversing through the cabin already. Seemingly, they had purpose, but I made eye contact with every one of them before they glanced away. I still found it odd to be recognized, especially in non-athletic settings. I jumped a little as I felt a caress on my thigh. I looked down and watched Cam’s hand slide up the leg of my shorts. Jesus. I glanced around out of habit. I knew we had some privacy since the seats were asymmetrical across the aisle, but anyone could walk by and see us, including Sean. “Really, Cam?” I whispered. “Here?!” “What? You’re the one that went commando. That’s practically an invitation.” “Last night’s fuckfest wasn’t enough for you?” Cam seemed to think about it for a minute. “That was your send-off. Like when they break the bottle of champagne on the bow of a ship. You know, for a good voyage.” “If only cum were champagne-flavored.” I jolted in my seat as his fingertips made contact with my balls. My hormones were on their way to kill my brain cells. Rational thoughts were trying to form. I looked down, knowing what I’d see. My shorts were tenting. Cam’s touch still drove me wild. “Not here, Cam!” I managed to get out. “The bathroom on the right. Meet me in a minute. Knock twice, I’ll let you in.” “You sure?” “Better than in front of everybody!” “Aren’t two guys in the bathroom kind of obvious?” “Now, you’re bashful?! I don’t think Sean is going to give us any problems. He probably would either watch or participate, and the other first class passengers are asleep or watching TV. No one will care.” “Who’s Sean?” “The flight attendant that’s been undressing us since we left Tampa.” “Oh.” Cam smiled, before whispering, “I kind of like the idea of him knowing.” I gave him a kiss and headed to the back of the first class cabin. As I waited for Cam, I had a slight moment of panic that he might knock on the other bathroom door, but my worries were misplaced. I heard two knocks and cracked the door. It was Cam. “Hey, got a dick in there for me?” Cam giggled. I wanted to roll my eyes, but my dick responded for me. Cam slipped in and immediately cupped my bulge through my shorts. He maneuvered around me, pushing me against the door, as he took a seat on the toilet lid. In mere seconds, my shorts were on the floor and his mouth was wrapped around my dick. Cam was a natural from the start, but he had perfected his technique with some coaching over the years. He knew exactly how rough he could be with my dick and that knowledge was paying off. I could feel my balls tightening already. When his other hand made its way up my inner leg and a finger snaked its way to my hole, I about lost it. “Stop, Cam. I’m gonna nut. Don’t you wanna cum?” He smiled, then fished something out of his pocket. Travel lube. He stood up, handed me the lube, pulled his shorts off over his sneakers and tossed them on the sink. And then, in a way only a gymnast could, braced himself against the wall and brought his feet up and around to rest on the angled ceiling over his head. It was like something from a Spider-man porn parody and my dick approved. I had a thing for Tom Holland, so it helped. Cam’s hole was ready and waiting at the perfect height. Quickly, I slathered my dick with lube and squirted some on his hole, pushing a few wet fingers inside of him. I watched him squirm. His dick flexed with each ingress. “Fuck me.” I dropped the lube on his shorts and moved closer, positioning my dick perfectly before pushing in. I knew after last night he was loose, so as soon as my head breached his muscle, I pushed the rest of it all the way. Cam’s eyes rolled back and his legs dropped from the ceiling to my shoulders. I wrapped my left hand around one for leverage and started pistoning in and out, making sure to slam in hard. Cam liked it like that, and I liked hearing the sound of my balls slapping against his body. They liked it rough too. “Mmm,” Cam moaned. “Not - so - loud.” I said between thrusts. “Can’t help it! Ah!” Unintelligible noises. “You’re hitting the right spot.” Cam tried to reach for his dick, but he started slipping down the wall if he let go on either side. After two failed attempts, I said, “Here, let me.” I stopped fucking for a few seconds. That gave me enough time to push his left leg off my shoulder and brace his foot on the sink before I started pounding him again. My right hand was free to wrap itself around that which gave me more orgasms than anything else. The cock of my dreams. It surprised me a bit when Cam wanted to get fucked again, especially since we did just that the night prior, but I wasn’t going to question it. And not that I was keeping score, but his cock had been inside me way more times than the other way around. Honestly, I’d take sex any way I could get it. And while I would never admit it to him - not wanting to take away his enjoyment of being on the receiving end - I much preferred being on the bottom. Kneeling on all fours with Cam pulling my hair as he literally forced the cum out of my dick via pummeling my ass was my heaven. “Harder! I’m close.” Brought back to the moment, I renewed my intensity and focused on the cock in hand. “Ah. Aaaah. More! Fuck me. Fuck the cum out of me.” At this point, someone had to have heard the sound my balls were making, but I gave zero fucks. Well, I gave one fuck. To Cam. What seemed like the fuck or our lives. “I’m cumming!” I kept my current pace and watched Cam reach to pull up his shirt as the first blast painted his abs. The spurts kept coming and only took a few more seconds before the first wave of ecstasy crashed down, pushing me over the edge. With each of my deposits, I slammed all the way in until I had nothing left but a shudder. Trying to catch his breath, Cam said, “Fuck, that was hot.” “You think that was? I’ll be hard for the rest of the flight knowing you’re filled up with my cum.” Cam rolled his head back. “Fuuuck. This is like the dirtiest sex we’ve ever had.” I pulled my dick out slowly and pushed his shorts and the lube aside to wet a paper towel. I attempted to wash my dick as well as I could before pulling my shorts up. I pocketed the lube, then gave Cam some space at the sink. He exhaled loudly and collected himself. “You think anyone noticed?” “Would we have done that if we cared?” Cam shrugged. “I guess not. The price to pay for being a horny twenty-seven year old.” “For two more months.” “Why do you have to point out I’m older than you all the time?” “Maybe I like ‘em older.” I gave his neck a nuzzle and a little lick. “Hmm. I bet. All those guys you see behind my back, right?” I mock-gasped. “You know about them?” He shoved me back against the wall. “You dick. You ready? I’ll go first, then you can come a bit later.” “Isn’t that what I just did?’ “You’re impossible.” “You love me.” Cam paused. “Fuck yeah, I do.” Cam popped the door open just a bit. “Warm washcloth?” Fuck! Sean was holding a washcloth in front of Cam’s face. “Uh, thanks.” He grabbed it, then shut the door behind him. I locked it. He was probably listening the whole time. I’m sure he didn’t get paid enough to deal with this. But maybe he enjoyed it? Surely, this must happen all the time. I rechecked my reflection in the mirror. Yup, sex face. Definitely sex face. Whatever. I was nervous to get caught before, but now that we had successive fan-fucking-tastic orgasms, I didn’t care anymore. I opened the door. It looked like a washcloth for me too. I smiled, said, “Thank you,” and then dared to look him in the eye. “Wish I could be of more service,” Sean said, glancing down at my crotch. I bet you do, you dirty minx. Cam and I weren’t ones to fool around with other guys. We had tried something with a masseur a few years back, but it was clear we were too possessive of each other. Heavy flirting was about all we could handle. Colton and Zephyrus were fun to hang out with, and Ty and Declan as well, but other than some naked vacations, it was never sexual. For me and Cam, anyway. “Uh, thanks.” I handed him back the washcloth. I used it on my hands. I wasn’t sure what he expected. Was I supposed to pull my shorts down and swipe my cock in front of him? I made my way back to the seat where Cam had his head back and eyes closed. He wasn’t worried about hiding the tent in his shorts. “I can see your dick,” I whispered. “I can’t help it. I’m committing all of that to permanent memory.” “Top five?” “Top three! Easily.” Not bad for tiny airplane bathroom sex. The rest of the flight was uneventful. Sean was attentive without being overtly inappropriate, though I saw him scoping out Cam’s bulge a few times. Honestly, it was always hard to miss. Even if he wasn’t hard, he more than filled his briefs. After our fuck, he fell asleep and stayed thay way the rest of the flight. I spent my time watching the news, looking through the Olympic information Shane had sent me, and playing with the Olympic app. The Olympic Village was built around newly constructed dorms at the University of California’s San Francisco campus. A few new venues had been constructed, including the Olympic Stadium. It would become the new home of the 49ers afterward. San Francisco had a good transport system, but it wasn’t quite as sophisticated as London. And there wasn’t a huge Olympic complex like either of the other games.. The venues were spread throughout the city, with some as far south as Palo Alto and San Jose. The gymnastics events would be held at the Chase Center, home of the Golden State Warriors. “We’re here.” I nudged Cam awake. “Wh-what?” Fuck. Sleepy Cam was hot. His bed head was my Viagra, and despite having fucked my cum into him three times in the last twenty-four hours, I felt the blood rushing to my dick. “Hope you enjoyed the flight, gentlemen. Good luck, Lucas.” “Uh, yeah, thanks.” Sean disappeared into the galley as Cam and I gathered our belongings. “Someone has a fan,” Cam whispered. “I think he would’ve taken either of us.” “Probably at the same time, spit-roasted.” Now, there’s an image. He did look pretty lean under that button down. Down, boy. CALIFORNIA We didn’t have to wait for our bags or our Uber for long. Despite having been up for almost eight hours, it was still early here. Pacific time. Yay. One of the many reasons to get to the Olympics early. Our bodies could adjust to the time difference. The driver was pretty friendly. He hadn’t recognized us when we said what we were in town for, and gave us some recommendations for restaurants and other stuff to see. It was nice to see mountains again. I’m sure they were actually hills, but to a Floridian, they were mountains, and while downtown Tampa had some overpasses, it was nothing compared to this. I was thankful to not have to drive in an unfamiliar city. The benefits of technology. The UCSF campus was just south of Golden Gate Park, another area of the city where they had constructed a few Olympic venues including the Aquatic Center used for swimming, diving and water polo. I had read that the university had almost all of its residences demolished to build new ones, and the college hadn’t had to pay for any of it. They’d have entirely new facilities for its students after the games were over. The driver pulled into the dropoff area and parked. The next stop was already requested, but I wanted to make sure he’d wait. “We’re just going to say goodbye, if you wouldn’t mind waiting for a minute.” “That’s fine. The app will figure it out.” Cam let go of my hand and got out on his side. The driver had popped the trunk. I slung my gym bag over my shoulder and pulled my suitcase out of the back. Cam followed me to the sidewalk. The flirtiness of the airplane was gone. Nothing we had done with our dicks could help at this moment. We tried. I tried. But I always knew this was going to be hard. “Say ‘Hi’ to Orion for me. Hope the babies don’t give you too much trouble.” My sweet Cam. Putting on a brave face. I knew he was crushed, so I just nodded and smiled. “I love you. Text me when you get to the hotel.” “I wish you could stay with me.” “I do too, but Coach is relying on me to help the newbies. They’re pretty green.” “I know. I just needed to say it.” Cam paused. “I guess I’ll see you when I see you.” “It won’t be more than a few days.” That would be the longest we hadn’t seen each other in years. Cam bit his lip and nodded. “O-okay.” His body slammed into mine and his arms wrapped around my torso, squeezing me as hard as he could. “I miss you already,” he whispered into my ear. “I know. I’ll miss you too, handsome.” He pulled back, grabbed my face, and gave me a kiss. There was tongue, there was need. It said everything he needed to say. “I love you.” “I love you more,” I replied. Without a second glance, Cam slammed the door and the car pulled away, leaving me at the curb, watching his blonde waves recede into the distance. |
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