I Kissed A Boy
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I Kissed A Boy Addison Avery
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I Kissed A Boy I Kissed A Boy Copyright© by Addison Avery 2010 This e-Book is a work of fiction. While references may be made to actual places or events, the names, characters, incidents, and locations within are from the author’s imagination and are not a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any similarity is coincidental. Aspen Mountain Press 18121-C East Hampden Ave, Ste 221 Aurora CO 80013 www.AspenMountainPress.com First published by Aspen Mountain Press, March, 2010 www.AspenMountainPress.com This book is licensed to the original purchaser only. Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of International Copyright Law, subject to criminal prosecution and upon conviction fines and / or imprisonment. The e-Book cannot be legally loaned or given to others. No part of this e-Book can be shared or reproduced without the express permission of the publisher. All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-60168-283-3 Released in the United States of America Editor: Celina Summers
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Chapter One
Four more hours. Adam Taylor splayed his legs and took a deep breath. Time didn’t show favoritism to anyone, especially Adam whose impatience grew with each passing second. With head bowed, he rubbed sweaty palms over his denim jeans noticing the materialized discoloration his fingertips left behind in the dark material. I can’t just sit here all day. He stood, walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out an ice cold beer bottle. After rubbing the glass over his forehead, he twisted off the cap and took the first swig. It burned hot against his throat with the first of many swallows and Adam knew why. The only substance he wanted to drink had a name behind it…Paul Harrison. Two hundred and forty minutes passed in the blink of an eye when a man wasn’t determined to tick them off one by one. Now his newfound enemy, the blasted clock struck out its tempo each time the second hand crossed twelve. His head jerked with the sound. “Adam, honey, your father and I are worried about you,” his mother chirped, walking through the kitchen. “I know you’re excited to see Paul but why the sudden obsession with him? He’ll be here soon enough and his plane will arrive right on schedule. It’s not like he’s flying into a major metropolitan area.” Ignoring his mother’s carefully chosen words, Adam tried to think of something pleasant. Revisiting one of the familiar fantasies he often had about Paul, he abandoned his daydreams in lieu of continuing the silent countdown. 5
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Adam’s infatuation with Paul wasn’t anything new. He realized he had strong feelings for Paul when he as a teenager. Over the years, those feelings had grown stronger and he was ready to embrace them whereas before, he ran from them. With Paul’s return to Johnson City, Tennessee, Adam felt like they had a solid chance at forming a meaningful relationship, one holding something in store for their future. After all, they’d spoken openly about their desires. Those late night discussions apparently had enticed Paul. He booked a flight home after he arranged some time off. Adam had a feeling Paul was making the trip for several reasons. The first one was obvious, Paul often said he couldn’t wait to see if Adam had any ‘punch and play’ behind the many promises he’d made. Paul’s upcoming visit brought about a truth he couldn’t avoid. Adam finally understood and embraced the emotions he kept bottled up inside. In the past, he was afraid to let anyone know what he felt for Paul. Without a doubt, he was in love with the man. Soon, everyone else would know it too. Adam wanted Paul and once he was in Tennessee again, he planned to play for keeps. Adam’s mother, Kate, was a tiny woman. Her delicate features and petite body often misled others into forming wrong opinions. She wasn’t a woman anyone crossed without facing consequences. She kept a parental hand over Adam and his relationships. Adam’s mother had one goal for Adam. She wanted him to give her several grandchildren in the near future and remaining committed to that cause kept her motivated. Most people thought of Kate Taylor as ambitious and one of the most successful women in the state. Those same individuals likely thought of Adam as a momma’s boy. Many of them expected him to take over the family business soon but Adam’s change of plans would ultimately shatter his mother’s dreams. “Adam, I know you haven’t seen Paul for quite a while but honey, the way you’re acting is absurd. It’s like you’re waiting on a lover or something.” Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.
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“Mother, in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t have close friends. After Paul left, everyone moved away. No one I knew from high school or college is left here except me.” “You have friends, Adam. What about that nice girl from work? Marsha whats-hername. She’s a sweet little thing and right pretty too.” “Marsha is married, Mother. When you took her application, she told you but you didn’t listen.” She didn’t pay attention because she didn’t care. All she cared about was locating a woman who would donate the time, womb and ability to mother her grandchildren. She’d never be satisfied until Adam married. Correction, she’d never rest until he impregnated someone. Her goal in life was to leave behind a thriving business for her grandchildren. She dedicated her days to profiting off of the dead and their families, now she wanted to leave it to someone else so they could do the same. Adam always thought it seemed a bit morbid. “Married? I see,” she said with a gentle smile, but it quickly twisted into one of confusion. Her lips twitched when she said, “Well, she sure has a good time with you, doesn’t she?” Adam gulped. Undoubtedly, his mother eavesdropped late at night. Since he shared the six thousand square foot antebellum home with his parents and their three cats, things were pretty quiet most of the time, except when Marsha visited. She was a screamer and Adam worked hard to make sure she yelped. He glanced at the grandfather clock one more time. Four minutes had passed since he checked last. His mother tucked a loose strand of gray hair behind her hairclip. “I didn’t know Marsha was married.” She also didn’t move on to the next subject fast enough for Adam. “I didn’t either,” he replied. “That is, I didn’t know in the beginning.”
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Besides, Marsha’s infidelities didn’t matter anyway. Adam’s bed was one stop on his co-worker’s very busy rotation. Her husband didn’t seem to care since he kept his nights occupied with one of the guys who worked the door at New Beginnings, a premier lifestyle club in the area. Even though Adam enjoyed Marsha, if he had known her husband first, things might have been different. Marsha often talked freely about her spouse’s enormous size and on occasion, Adam fantasized about this man he’d never met. In fact, sometimes he coaxed Marsha into telling him something about her husband right before he fucked her. **** Paul Harrison spent a lot of time jetting across the country but he enjoyed flying into Tri-Cities. After a safe landing at the smaller airport, Paul stepped off the aircraft and inhaled the fresh, cool mountain air. Home sweet home. After Paul helped an older lady off the plane and walked her inside, he handed her over to an elderly man with wide-spread waiting arms. Then he rode the escalator upstairs and walked toward the modest baggage claim area. He’d deliberately told Adam his plane would arrive at eight o’clock. He wanted to have enough time to gather his thoughts, rent a car and travel a few miles down the road to check in at the local hotel. He didn’t want to stay with Adam and his parents. For what he had in mind, Adam could stay with him. After he grabbed his luggage, he rented a solid white Buick sedan and headed for the ramp to pick up the vehicle. His phone rang about the time he stuck the keys in the ignition. “It’s Adam.” “Yeah?” Paul countered, a sexy rasp in his voice igniting when he heard the apprehension on the other end.
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“I called the airport to see if the flight was expected on time. They told me your flight arrived on time.” “Yep, I was getting ready to call you. I’m headed for the hotel right here next to the airport. Do you remember the name of it, by chance?” “There are two there at the airport exit but take eighty-one and head toward Kingsport. Meet me at the Marriott. I’ve already reserved us—I mean you—a room.” “Adam?” Paul smiled when he thought of him. He was probably a package of nerves and there was one bundle he hoped to unwrap the second he spotted Adam Taylor. “I hope you told your mom not to expect you home this evening. You and I are spending the night together.” “You wanted me to tell her we’re thinking about sleeping together?” Thinking nothing; more like a done deal. “No, I wanted you to tell Kate you’re staying out all night with an old friend. Believe me, you won’t want to go anywhere tonight.” “I told her it might be late and we’d stay somewhere in Johnson City if we were out partying.” Paul chuckled. Adam’s mom most likely hired a team of private investigators to see what they could find out about his whereabouts. Leave it to Kate Taylor and she would throw a few wrenches in their plans. “Adam, I’ll see you at the Marriott.” “The reservation is in my name. I’ll check in and call you back with the room number.” Paul disconnected the call and whispered to himself, “Oh Adam, the things I plan to do to you.” He accelerated, turned up the music and sped toward the interstate. **** Thirty minutes later, Paul pressed the up-arrow and waited for the elevator. The Marriott had a beautiful lobby and a cozy bar area perfect for sharing an intimate drink. The double doors opened and he started to step inside but changed his mind. He’d
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waited this long to hold Adam in his arms, he could resist temptation a little while longer. Paul walked over to the bar and ordered two beers. After he took the bottles, paid the bartender, winked at a woman he caught staring at his ass and scanned the area for the best seat in the house, he called Adam. “Come down to the lobby. I’m in the bar.” Snapping his phone shut, he shrugged out of his warm sand colored linen-silk blazer and tossed the jacket on a nearby chair. Making himself at home, he sat down. Crossing his right leg over his left knee, Paul grinned at the sexy seductress two tables over. The attractive female ran a lone finger over the rim of her glass while wetting her lips with a deliberate swipe of tongue. She looked like a deserted damsel ready and willing to play the game. The busty brunette suggested interest while loosening the top pearl button on her blouse, showing a hint of cleavage and proving she was a woman who’d mastered the art of seduction. When Paul eyed her full chest, she batted her eyelashes and blushed almost on cue, like she’d hand selected a particular shade of pink she wanted staining her high cheeks. Paul knew women and the one eyeing him wasn’t a true player. She’d probably been played one too many times, probably by a spouse or possibly a fiancée. If he hadn’t been awaiting Adam’s arrival, he might have bought the lady a drink. Instead, he studied her, watched her every move. People-watching helped Paul in business and he conducted research by studying both sexes like a science. His silent observations made him darn good at his job. Paul was paid well to pleasure others. He made a mint because he was attentive and intuitive. Knowing how to look at a woman—or a man—and show immediate interest often resulted in his little black book filling to the brim with more clients than he could service. If Paul cared to guess, the lady wasn’t as easy as first impressions might lead some to believe. Her swollen eyes encased by dark circles told quite a tale. She was hurt, definitely scorned, and looking for a little retaliation. 10
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Work it baby. “Are you alone?” she asked, leaning across her cocktail table. The elevator made a loud dinging sound, announcing a ready lift for anyone waiting—and the arrival of the man Paul couldn’t wait to touch. He stood up and the woman jerked her head upward, smiling as she twirled her hair around an index finger. Poor thing must’ve thought he was ready to make a move. “No, darlin’, I’m not alone,” Paul said in passing. His gaze fixated on the only person he truly saw in the room, the only man he had ever loved. Strangely enough, Paul’s emotions scattered in all different directions. Excitement burst through his body and apprehension, something quite new to him because Paul was a sexual creature and proud of the way he conducted himself in business and in pleasure. He reminded himself of one fact. The partner he’d longed to claim, never visited his bed, but he planned to change that fact within the hour. Biting his bottom lip, Paul resisted a smile. Forgetting where they were for a moment, he cupped the nape of Adam’s neck and almost kissed him. Adam tensed, alarming Paul to the obvious. He wasn’t quite ready for a public showing of affection which was too bad. Paul would’ve rather delivered the saucy kiss instead of thinking about what they missed. “Look at you,” Paul whispered in Adam’s ear before he released him. “You look great.” Adam’s eyes sparkled with a darker gleam of green, a splash of enhanced color Paul never noticed before. Adam looked more edible than his last meal and sexier than he remembered. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” Adam said. “Why didn’t you come on up to the room?” “We have time, you know. There’s no rush with us.” Adam blushed, proving he translated the lust-filled implication. “I…just thought…”
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Paul moistened his lips and brushed his mouth across Adam’s open one, catching a little nip from his teeth. After Paul backed away, he said, “I see no reason to wait except I’m thirsty and this place is empty except for the lovely broad behind me who will now leave because two men kissed right in front of her. Come on, enlighten me with conversation.” He grabbed Adam’s clammy hand and led him to their table. Paul and Adam sat down and the attractive woman, apparently there to pick up someone—just not bi-sexual men—left. She never looked back but she quickly secured the top buttons on her blouse, those she’d fiddled with earlier when she wanted to grab Paul’s attention. Adam licked his lips a few times. “Did it bother you?” “What’s that?” Adam asked. “Did you mind when I kissed you?” “No,” Adam responded nervously. “Did you?” A muffled half-laugh fell from Paul’s lips. “Hardly, I’m the one who initiated it, remember?” Adam turned up his beer. He never dropped the bottle completely back to the table. Perhaps he was afraid if the glass met the tabletop, he’d have to resist the magnetic pull toward Paul’s lips again. Smart move too because if Paul kissed Adam one more time, his tongue would part those sweet lips. “So what did you tell your mom?” Paul took a drink before adding, “You should’ve told her you’re sleeping in my arms tonight.” Adam rubbed his nape. “Do you think you could leave off a few momma’s boy jokes today?” “Sure,” Paul said, peering up at him. “I’ll save them for tonight. How’s that?” “I’d like to think we can leave my mother out of our weekend altogether.” “Do we have plans?” Adam shifted in his chair. “I want to take you out.” “Do you?” he teased. “Let me guess. You want to go to New Beginnings, right?” 12
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Adam nursed his beer until he drank the fizz out of the bottom. Paul watched him squirm. “Want another beer?” “No.” “Why do you want to go out tonight, Adam? What does New Beginnings have that I can’t give to you right here?” Paul placed his hand over Adam’s who immediately yanked it away when three men in business suits walked toward them and found a seat at the bar. Paul leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s about what I thought.” He studied him for a moment and then reached for his wallet, held up two fingers to the bartender and said, “Leave the cap on those, please.” Standing, he turned to Adam. “You ready?” “Sure.” They walked to the elevator. Inside the closed area, Adam stood to one side, face forward. Paul tucked his hands behind his back. “Are you mad at me for something?” Two floors later, Adam stepped out of the elevator and started down the hall, leading the way. “No. We’re down here.” Paul followed him. Adam twirled the key in his hand until they reached their room. Once there, he hesitated and Paul took over. Taking the sleek plastic card from Adam’s hand, Paul brushed Adam’s fingers with his own. He opened the door. It slammed behind them. The flush metal brushing against the wooden frame may have provided more warning than either of them needed. Then again, Paul considered the whooshing sound somewhat of a friendly reminder. If anything, he was suddenly keenly aware of the moment. The time had finally come. He was going to lay down the man of his dreams.
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Chapter Two
Adam hurried across the room and jerked the curtains open. He’d closed them before he left the room but now wanted them open, certain the gesture would stall the erotic acts set to begin. “That’s not going to stop me,” Paul said, pursuing him. He stalked forward, loosening his tie as he walked. “And you know it. You don’t want me to stop. I understand you so well, Adam Taylor. Better than anyone. “You’re running scared. What you want most is to put our first time behind you. Then, you won’t feel what you’re experiencing right now.” With a sudden wink he said, “And fortunately for you, I can help you out. I know what I’m doing.” Adam swallowed tightly. What the hell was he feeling right now? How did Paul understand his emotions when he didn’t have the ability to understand them? “How about that beer?” Adam reached for it and Paul immediately set two bottles on the dresser. “How about that kiss?” Paul asked, his voice loaded with sex appeal. “What….” Kiss? Adam only muttered the first word before his question fell on the most sensual mouth he’d ever known. Before he could whisper another syllable, Paul took a leap with confidence and their lips crashed together. Paul pushed him against the large picture window, his hands gripping Adam’s as he shoved them high above his head.
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The heavy breathing started all at once. Paul laced their fingers together and pressed his palms against Adam’s. He sipped at his lips. “That’s it. Let me have you, sugar. I know what I’m doing.” Adam didn’t doubt anything Paul said. Not for a second. “I don’t.” Air was an expense he shouldn’t have to forfeit. Adam gasped when his lips parted and Paul’s tongue darted in and out of his mouth. Adam never participated in a sexier kiss. Paul tapped the end of his tongue and licked it slowly, engaging only the tip. The ritual reminded him of how Marsha typically dragged her tongue across his dick when she swiped the pre-cum from the head. Paul stopped kissing him. “What are you thinking?” Adam cleared his throat. “Your tongue is wicked.” “You liked that, did ya?” Paul still had the boyish good looks to match his mischievous nature. Holding his tongue against a full upper lip and, with a lustful expression working out an announcement of an indescribable appetite, Paul released one of Adam’s arms and at the same time clutched his waist. Quite deliberately, Paul slammed their bodies together, looping his fingers under Adam’s slick leather belt and tugging him forward until their lower halves mashed together. Grinding against Paul’s cock, Adam looked down at the incredible show of size swelling between them. “Oh my God, I’m going to explode.” Excitement bulged hot in his pants, straining against his zipper until he wanted to rip it down and show Paul how much he wanted him. He probably shouldn’t bother. With the rise in both of their pants, soon they’d hear more than the mere popping of threads. “I told you, I’ll lead,” Paul reassured him, dropping to his knees and quickly freeing Adam’s cock. “Yeah, that’s it. Let me take care of you.” Adam pressed his head against the glass behind them. He gritted his teeth, grating his molars until they squeaked. “Stop,” he muttered, breathless. 15
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“Are you drunk?” Paul glanced up long enough to ask the question. “No, of course not, I’ve only had the beer you saw me drink but…” “Then, I ain’t stoppin’,” Paul drawled. “You know what you want. We’ve talked about this and now—right now—is the perfect opportunity to put some action behind those words. Show me they weren’t empty, baby.” Adam’s zipper fell and the top button parted ways with the material. Paul reached inside of Adam’s slacks and gently uncurled his cock. The head of his penis landed at Paul’s lips. Adam gasped but to his surprise, his palm flattened against the top of Paul’s head. Yes, this was exactly what he wanted…Paul Harrison on bended knees. **** Paul had anticipated this day. He’d cancelled appointments and taken an unexpected vacation because he couldn’t wait to hold Adam in his arms, whisper meaningful sentiments in his ear and watch him sleeping in the wee hours of the morning. When he’d first discovered Adam had feelings for him, he’d taken his time processing what Adam first shared with him. Paul realized a long time ago men experimented with gay sex. A lot of those guys were in fact curious, straight men with gay tendencies in some cases. Others were bi- and based on what Adam had told him about some co-worker he enjoyed in the sack, he believed Adam was definitely a man who enjoyed men and women both. Paul realized Adam wasn’t there for experience. Adam cared for him and the feeling was certainly mutual. Sex was the icing, the topping he couldn’t wait to lick…or glaze…but it wasn’t his reason for pulling a switch from a true top to a designated bottom, something he never really abided by anyway when he landed in bed with gay men.
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The hunger for another man had never made him this horny, this stout. He had a throbbing need to get inside Adam’s tight little ass and just lodge himself in between his cheeks and stay there until the sun peered over the mountaintops. He also realized something else as his lips moved closer to Adam’s cock. The only way he’d convince Adam to go bed with him this fast was if he offered to bottom for him. He was willing. He wanted to teach him, show him and—God help him—enjoy him! Adam caught his breath and a shrill cry hitched in his chest. “Let’s…I mean, do you wanna… wait…ah, shit!” No, he didn’t. Postponing the inevitable was over. Paul would’ve been content to lick around his slit and revel in his taste but when he detected uncertainty in Adam’s voice, he decided to take what he wanted. If Adam didn’t want his lips surrounding his plump cock, he was strong enough to say no and mean it. The coarse hairs above Adam’s cock tickled Paul’s nose as he bobbed over him. He sucked Adam’s savory cock in between his lips and pulled at his flesh, the skin rolling under his tight upper lip drawing out a sweeter taste. “Damn, that’s good,” Adam mumbled, shifting his weight. Paul sucked harder. He waggled his tongue as he sank over Adam, sucking him to the back of his throat. The electrifying sounds of a hard core blow job filled the room and Adam slapped his hands against the windowsill. “Good mercy, slow down. You’re going at me like an animal in search of a meal!” Paul cupped his balls and rising all the way to the tip, he muttered, “I’ve got my dinner, sweet thing.” Adam glanced down and Paul searched his eyes, licking and sucking, indulging in the deeper connection formed right at the perfect time. In that quiet hotel room, Adam willingly became Paul’s prey. Paul sensed the lust and the love, the acceptance and the resistance. Regardless of what he felt, in that instance, Adam Taylor belonged to him.
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When Paul went in for the sudden kill, he kept his objective, one delicious focus. He locked his jaws around Adam, longing for his unique masculine taste rolling off his tongue and rushing down his throat. Desire kicked his ass and Paul simply couldn’t stop himself. He devoured Adam like a home cooked meal. Some things were just that good. This qualified. Adam’s hips jerked. Paul’s lips caressed as they moved around Adam’s dick and he took him all the way to his throat. Instantly, Adam’s cum jetted through the tip and spilled away from the small opening in the center of the head. His release felt like lava, hot and thick. The molten texture leaving Adam’s body left Paul with the strangest feeling, like the additional release finally broke free and Adam’s body gave him the chance to explore a greater amount of freedom. The kind of green light he wanted in order to explore Adam Taylor from the inside-out. Adam’s pleasure trumped all others. Paul had never tasted a more delicious man. He realized why. He’d always been in love with Adam and nothing meant more to him than pleasing him, bringing him pleasure, and watching him in the very throes of the ecstasy he alone helped him find. “Ah yeah, that’s good.” Adam said, exhilarated. The restraint he may have wanted when they first stepped into their hotel room would’ve damn near killed them both. Thank God Paul had the good sense to act on the fantasies they’d shared. Delaying the knowledge, the best of all encounters, would’ve postponed something far too delicious to shelf for a later hour. Adam stroking his mouth, filling his cheeks with his semen, was something Paul would’ve worked for at any cost. Adam’s hips gently swayed forward and he suddenly lost his balance. Paul gripped his hips and continued nuzzling his dick, licking drops of cum from the shaft and head, toying with Adam’s balls. Paul watched the various sensations take hold of the man he held in the palm of his hand, on the tip of his tongue. Beads of sweat peppered across Adam’s brow and yet
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Paul couldn’t release him. He wanted his tongue circling his cock, surrounding the width while his hands played, squeezing and releasing. Adam had a sated expression on his face. He didn’t scream when he came, but his cum oozed long after the first salty spill alerting Paul to something more than achieved success. Adam had another release or two left in him before their day was done. Paul rubbed the head of Adam’s cock over his chin and lips, sipping at his taste and waiting to see what Adam was ready to offer, curious if he needed to take Adam by the hand and introduce him to the bed. The swell of Adam’s engorged penis remained bright pink in color and excessively large. A little inspiration and Adam was guaranteed to blow all over again. When his excitement tapered, Adam released a moan and Paul looked up, taking in the beautiful display of sated lust. Paul had never been so horny in his life. He kept nuzzling Adam’s cock, but he lowered his zipper and released his own dick. Paul was desperate now, longing for release. He wished like hell Adam would bend his pretty little ass over so he could sink his cock right in between his perfectly shaped globes. When Paul finally released him, Adam stared down at Paul’s unspent dick. “What now?” Adam asked.
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returning favors. “I need a little relief here too,” Paul teased, squeezing his own penis through a closed fist, performing a hand-job he considered unnecessary with a partner waiting nearby. Smacking his lips, Paul ran his middle finger over Adam’s sticky shaft and sucked it between his moist lips again. After bobbing over Adam’s cock a couple more times, he mumbled, “You taste sweeter than honey.” Pulling his cock through his hand, Paul remembered how terrified he’d been the first time he initiated sex with a man. He was nineteen, almost twenty, and he’d never had sex before with anyone. There was something about the young man who took his virginity, something sweet and innocent yet wild, almost primitive. 19
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Paul’s first lover had a marked look of lust and a profound need rising in his pants, one Paul didn’t waste time putting to good use once he spotted the bulge in his jeans. He had seduced his first lover and was rewarded with a most extraordinary night of passion. He remembered the sensations, the desire, how much he’d wanted to please and enjoy. He’d been nervous then. He was nervous now, but for completely different reasons. With Adam he didn’t have any excuse to wait or postpone. He wanted to stay the course. The anxiety shouldn’t have existed between them. They were going to bed for the right reasons. Their attraction and chemistry defined more love than lust. Perhaps the angst overshadowed them because of the past they would soon leave behind, the alluring quality of a potential future. They had admitted their feelings and examined them closer long before Paul headed east to Tennessee. Paul sat on the bed. “You’ll eventually want this,” he said, pulling his cock through his closed fist. Adam’s penis earned his devoted gaze. His arousal tempted him as much as his earlier explosive, never mind endless, ejaculation. Paul focused on Adam. He wanted to remember him as the lust-ridden man, the curious partner waiting to participate as a full-fledged lover. Watching the longing intensify, Paul gazed into Adam’s eyes. What was he thinking? Paul felt the desire brewing within Adam when he touched him. The way Adam caressed his shoulders when Paul’s mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking hard for his joy and fulfillment made him feel a certain way, a mix of jubilant splendor—lust, love, compassion, excitement—all of these things were more than a man could stand. Then he considered the erotic end. No other lover came harder, faster, or hotter than Adam. “You’ll drink every drop. I promise you that, Adam.” “I know,” Adam replied, staring at Paul’s hand as he remained committed to his own manual stimulation, not too fast, maybe a little slower than necessary. Right. He already does.
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For show, Paul opened and closed his palm, stroking himself in a way to tempt the devil. Only the devil was an easy mark, he’d had one or two of them in his bed. This was different. Paul was seducing an angel, a man who stood tall in three-piece suits greeting the mourning guests at his family’s funeral home. Adam was more than the public image his mother created. Adam Taylor was the man Paul wanted in his bed because Adam truly belonged there, broken wings and all. Paul watched as Adam bent down, pulled up his pants and nervously stuffed his cock back in his boxers. “Did you like it?” “No, it’s not for me,” Adam said, grinning. Paul looked into Adam’s cool green eyes and lost another chunk of his heart. “Maybe I was wrong about you.” Adam sat on the bed and rested his head on Paul’s shoulder. “Maybe you were,” he said softly before looping his arm around Paul’s waist. Paul kissed his forehead and ran a hand through Adam’s hair, forcing him to look his way when he gave it a gentle tug. “You know you don’t have to be a bottom or a top, don’t you? I mean, there are a lot of coup…men, I mean, who prefer versatile action.” Damn, he thought. I ought to gag myself. He came very close to saying ‘couple’. They had discussed taking their friendship to the next level when they talked on the phone. A lot had been implied long before Paul left LAX, but Adam hadn’t mentioned exploring a full commitment. Paul wasn’t sure he could offer Adam something longterm, given his profession. Paul glanced down at Adam’s waist and decided he had the perfect solution. If he kept Adam’s cock nearby, he’d have something to keep his mouth busy. A slip of tongue wouldn’t do unless he slid it over Adam’s stiff erection. Adam’s lips parted and he stared at Paul’s mouth. He didn’t say anything. Instead, his fingers traced the shape of his lips and Paul nipped at his fingers until he drew out a sudden smile. 21
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“Do you even know the difference, Adam?” he asked gently. “I mean, you have heard of top and bottom, right?” Adam didn’t know. When Paul gazed into Adam’s beautiful eyes, he realized Adam had no idea what he was talking about. Paul had forgotten how hush-hush alternative relationships were in that particular area. Most people remained in the closet, or at least secretive, about lifestyle choices. With Adam’s hovering parents, he probably didn’t understand half of what Paul wanted him to know. Then again, he’d have fun teaching him. “You don’t read up on…” Paul pursed his lips and stopped. Of course Adam didn’t study sex. His mother was a whiz behind the computer and she owned those Adam might access. He wouldn’t dare look up something on the internet. “Go ahead, say it. I’m a momma’s boy and would be afraid she might find out if I looked up something like gay porn on the internet.” “Your mom has been very good to you. I understand why you don’t want to do anything to offend her, Adam. What concerns me is that you have no idea what you’re getting into here…” Paul stopped talking when he noticed his hard-on diminishing. “Damnit!” He blamed Adam’s momma for that one too. Paul stood, yanked his pants up and zipped them, but didn’t bother with the top snap-style buttons. He eyed the beer. Hell, he needed something stronger. “I think you had the right idea before. Let’s go out. We’ll check out New Beginnings.” “I thought you wanted to stay in,” Adam said, apparently okay with the idea now that he’d had his first official masculine blow. Paul shook his head. “No, we’ll get out of here for a bit and have some fun. We’ll have dinner somewhere and then hit the club by ten. You should probably call your mom. Tell her you won’t be home until Sunday and please, don’t tell her where we’re staying. I’ll drop by and say hello to her on my way to the airport Sunday evening.”
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Paul grabbed his keys and headed for the door. He wanted some fresh air. He also needed to think about how to proceed with Adam. The last thing he wanted was to hurt a friend, much less someone he cared about. He still needed to escape, at least for a minute. If he couldn’t stop the passion driving him to the brink of madness, at least he could clear his head. In some ways, all he wanted to do was lay Adam down and love him. In reality, he couldn’t wait to take hold of him like a man in dire need of a thrashing fuck. Seriously considering a long slow screw in lieu of walking off sexual frustration, he grabbed the door handle and said, “With everything we’re both feeling right now, the last thing either of us need is your overprotective mother telling us all the reasons why her son doesn’t kiss, never mind fuck, other men.” Adam arched a brow and acted like he might be ready to argue the points about his mother. Instead, he asked, “Where are you going?” “I need something stiff.” The pun was certainly intended, but more than anything else, he wanted to leave a bold hint right before he slammed the door behind him.
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By the time Paul returned to the room with his luggage, Adam had showered. He had a beer in hand and a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked like he’d dressed for sex, maybe even some hard core fucking. Maybe that’s a little too much wishful thinking. Paul shook his head and walked into the bathroom. Paul wasn’t ready for Adam’s half-assed offer. Paul’s way of coping often resulted in running. Adam was a known pleaser. He liked to make others happy and Paul didn’t want Adam under those terms. He wanted him to recognize what he wanted—him—and to proceed with no-holdsbarred. Paul imagined Adam wanted him but the truth slapped him in the face all at once. Adam wasn’t ready for a relationship. After strolling through the hotel parking lot, Paul had come to his senses. In order to get what he wanted, he’d have to move slower, take things at Adam’s pace. Paul wanted Adam long-term. He’d come home for him. He’d made the trip from California with one goal. He wanted to lure Adam back to L.A. where he later hoped to ask him to spend the rest of his life with him. Crawling along at a turtle’s pace didn’t offer one ounce of appeal. Paul couldn’t escape the anxiety. He longed for Adam and the yearning went way beyond one night, one romp. In fact, if Paul wasn’t so dick-whipped, he could slow
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things down. Going at a reasonable pace made more sense than his greedy need to yank Adam’s pants down and shove his cock down his throat. He turned on the hot water and sat down on the covered commode. Running his hand over his face, he muttered a few curse words. Coming up with a reasonable idea to get things started in the right direction, he headed for Adam. Time to face off with the man he wanted functioning as a man’s lover, his lover. “Grab my laptop out of the carry-on bag. I want you to surf the net while I’m in the shower.” “Hell no,” Adam said. “Why not?” “I didn’t ‘surf’ anything before I took a dip with a woman and I’ll be damned if I’m reading up on how to perform with a man.” “You’re the one who’s trying to complicate things here, Adam. I told you I’d lead, but you didn’t want to follow. You wanted to—” “I wanted something you didn’t want me to take!” Paul shook his head. He felt like one of those cartoon characters he used to watch on Saturday morning. He was the goofy one that chased a rabbit or something and stopped long enough to roll eyes all the way around while his head shook in disbelief. The men stood across the room from one another. “Do you want to explain what you meant by that?” Adam pointed to the dresser. “Sure, if you’ll sit down and listen.” Paul took a seat on the bed. He had a feeling he might end up there anyway. “I don’t know about tops and bottoms or switching roles and I’m not sure it matters.” “It does to some,” Paul informed. “Maybe so,” Adam said, pacing the room and running his hand through his hair several times during his stroll. “All I know is I like the idea of you and me. I don’t care how you take me, where you take me,” he turned around and faced him. Paul saw the sincerity washed across his face. His expression was priceless. He looked like a man 25
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who was at a loss but he also resembled a man who couldn’t wait to be found, saved from his fears, his apprehension. “I just want you to…” “You want me to what?” “I want you to fuck me,” he said trembling the second he asked. If he hadn’t been shaking so uncontrollably, Paul would’ve considered his suggestion the sweetest invitation he ever received. Paul couldn’t ignore the visible tremors. His lifelong friend was terrified of intimacy, regardless of how much he believed he needed and wanted something substantial with Paul. Paul left the bed. He knelt beside his luggage and pulled out a fresh change of clothes. “Did you hear me?” “Of course I heard you,” Paul snapped. “The answer is no. Get on the computer, Adam. Surf, click and view. Find some graphic blogs with videos you can watch. Decide what you want in a man, if you even want a relationship too while you’re at it.” Paul was kind of pissed off. He’d traveled across the country to spend quality time with Adam. He never expected to find him shying away from him, scared of what he might feel. Adam professed one thing while his body language indicated another. “I know what I want,” Adam stated flatly, crossing his arms and backing into the corner of the room where he took a seat on the sofa. “You do?” “Yes and I’d take you if you were a three hundred pound woman with flabby boobs,” he muttered, jerking the overnight bag onto the bed. Paul stopped short of stepping into the bathroom. He undressed in a hurry, leaving his clothes on the luggage rack right next to the main door. His hard length sprang forward. “Oh I don’t doubt that. Thing is, I think you’d prefer me that way, but take a good look, sugar. I’m one hundred percent male over here and this erection was only provoked by you.” Adam yanked the guest directory off the desk and placed the laptop on the flat surface. He found an outlet and plugged in the computer cord, refusing to look up 26
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again. He was pouting. Paul had forgotten that about Adam. He sulked and he often did it for days at a time. They didn’t have a month to work out their differences. Paul leaned against the doorjamb. “I have the right tool to set your little bottom on fire. Trouble is, you’re not sure if you want me sinking in between those tight ass cheeks or not. That’s why I highly recommend you do some research.” He walked in the bathroom and slammed the door. Then, he locked it. **** Adam wondered what he was doing there. He’d never doubted his feelings for Paul, until now. He turned the computer on and stared at the blank screen, waiting for the desktop to load and automatically find the open wireless network connections. He whipped his body around and glared at the large bay window. The recent memory was too delicious. He closed his eyes and revisited the moment. Paul’s moist lips squeezing around him may have been the most sensational experience of his life. He’d never had a sexier blow job. Even Marsha had a hard time taking him to the back of her throat and she wasn’t shabby at giving a man a good blow. Heaven knows, she’s had some practice. Clicking the mouse, Adam found a search engine. He typed in ‘gay sex’ and paused. Pressing the delete button, he changed his research agenda. Visuals were in order. This time, the search requested was one for videos with all sorts of keywords typed in to initiate a thorough search. Maybe Paul knew something he didn’t. He had him beat by experience and that was the biggest problem they faced, if Adam cared to admit it. He didn’t. He moved the cursor over a few blog titles and chose one about bananas, not the fruity ones hanging from a tree either. He only scanned the website description but he fully expected to find what he discovered when he clicked through the website pages.
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Erotic stories and gay videos enticed him. He could tell by the first clip on each video what kind of movie he’d find if he clicked the play button. He chose the third one down, clicked the start button and leaned back in his chair. Before the first act unfolded, and while some handsome guy fiddled with the cameras—making sure he had the best vantage point for his romp, no doubt—Adam decided to get comfortable. He moved the laptop to the bed. By the time he’d tossed a few pillows behind him, two guys were getting it on. The younger man looked like he was in the military. He leaned back on the bed and spread his legs wide. The smaller guy, a distinguished looking male who by appearance seemed better suited for Wall Street, knelt between the big guy’s legs. He wrapped his hand around his cock and sucked him. The sounds of oral sex blared through the small speakers and Adam quickly minimized the screen. Like that helped. The yelping continued. The guy getting his dick sucked dry chanted all sorts of perverse things about his cock. Adam couldn’t figure out how to get the damn thing turned down to a reasonable sound level. Giving up, mainly because he wanted to watch more than worry about who might hear the sounds of sex coming from their room, he hit restore and let the scene unfold in front of him. Without any inhibitions, he gaped at the screen and found himself highly aroused in a matter of seconds. He refocused on the small video player in the center of the screen. The military guy was coming and oh boy, was he ever a talker. His cum shot out of his tip in a fountain and the guy giving him head opened his mouth and closed his eyes. He kept clutching tight to the guy’s dick, working with him, helping him find a more fulfilling release. Adam’s mouth dropped open. He wanted Paul to see this. If they watched it together, then he wouldn’t be in such a hurry to head out to New Beginnings. Then again, the club idea was his, initially. After having Paul suck his cock, he would rather stay in, order movies, eat room service and devour one another. “I only wanted to go there because I was afraid I wouldn’t know what to do with you once I had you,” Adam admitted when he heard the bathroom door open. “I knew that,” Paul said, easing down to the bed. 28
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Adam gave the laptop a slight nudge. “Do you ever look at this stuff?” Paul chuckled. “I used to surf for it all the time. That particular blog too, as a matter of fact, and you want to know why?” “It’s pretty explanatory.” “Not really. If you’ll go back to the 2008 archives, there’s an actor in a few of the clips who reminds me of you,” he said quietly before looking at the rise visible now under Adam’s towel. “Well, I take it back. He bore a strong resemblance to you but after seeing what you’ve been hiding in your pants, he’s lost his appeal. Other than myself, I’ve never been with a grower until—” “What’s a grower?” “Trust me, you’re a grower.” “And I take it you like a grower?” Paul sighed, stood up and dropped his towel. “I’m considered a grower. I look a little small when my penis isn’t erect.” Adam stared. “You’re anything but a tiny little fella.” “Don’t I know it, but the thing is, given my size when I’m…limp, I don’t think my partners expect this.” He sat down on the bed and scooted toward the headboard. Paul’s cock made Adam’s mouth water. Paul grinned as he played with himself, stroking his penis into a full erection. “So did you learn anything?” “No, I just…watched…this…” Adam stopped talking. Paul watched his lips move like he’d never seen a man speak before. “Go on,” he said, crawling his fingers over his side and then caressing his belly. “You didn’t look up terms or anything?” “No, you can show me what you want me to know. With the right instructor, I’ll catch on.” “Then you’re ready to catch, huh?” Paul asked, the devilment returning to his voice. “For you? I’ll pitch, catch, swing…” “Hey now,” Paul interrupted. “The swinging won’t work for me outside of…” “Outside of what?” Adam asked. 29
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“Nothing,” Paul said, lowering his head. “We can talk about it later. You, come over here and do it fast. I have a little something I can’t wait to show you.” Adam lifted the laptop from the mattress and set on the floor. So this was it. When he looked back at Paul, he saw a harder man, a hungrier creature, and he waited right next to him. Paul looked at him like he supplied his only life source, the basic need he must have in order to survive. Burrowing one hand in Adam’s hair, Paul dragged him closer, looping his free arm around his middle. One move, just one, and Adam was flat against Paul’s hard body, lapping at his lips like he might never experience his wet tongue and lips again. A guttural sound left Paul’s lungs and he rolled over Adam, pinning him to the bed with one palm to his stomach. Paul’s hip pressed against Adam’s thigh. Paul towered over him, his haunting dark eyes searching for something more than what he’d already found. “Take it off,” Paul said, staring at the thick white terrycloth towel. “You want it off? Yank it,” Adam whispered. Paul straddled his middle. Gripping his cock, Adam slowly pulled Paul’s erection through his trembling hand. “I’ve thought about this moment for years.” He said years. Adam watched him, quite mesmerized really, as Paul tucked his shaggy brown hair behind his ears. “Let me suck your cock. I want to know every inch of you. It’s all I’ve thought about since I found out you were flying home. I’m ready for you.” Paul chuckled. “I need more than your lips around my cock. You know what I mean, don’t you?” Adam winked. “My momma didn’t raise a fool, Paul.” Paul’s wanton expression left him instantly and he rolled off the bed. “Come on now, lover. I’m not interested in talking about Kate while I have a hard-on for her son!” He stumbled over to his suitcase and retrieved an assortment of lubes and condoms. Adam hadn’t even realized he’d mentioned her and why he did, he couldn’t be sure. It was a southern thing, an expression, but certainly not intended to spoil the 30
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moment. “For the record, Paul…I’m not thinking of my mother when I look at you. In fact, I’m not thinking of much else other than you and that tantalizing dick you’ve been swinging just to tease me.” “I’m not a tease, Adam,” he said flatly, tossing the lubricants to the bed. “Oh no?” Adam asked. “Then prove it.” Paul grabbed Adam’s ankles. He yanked him to the edge of the bed. Paul flipped him over and snapped the cap off the plastic container he held in his hand. He squirted the fluid down the crack of Adam’s ass in one thin line, and playfully bit his hip. “You bluffing, baby?” Paul asked. “No,” Adam said, shifting his body weight until he was on his hands and knees. “I’ve waited long enough. We’ve waited long enough. The waiting is over. If you don’t fuck me now, I’m left to assume it’s never going to happen.” “I wouldn’t be so sure about that if I were you, Adam.”
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Paul brought the foil wrapper to his lips, bit the corner, tore it open and sheathed himself. Rolling the rubber wasn’t the hard part. Keeping calm, staying collected, skated along the impossible. He squeezed the small tube of lubricant and saturated his cock. His pounding penis throbbed with an ache, a burn he didn’t think Adam would ever sate. He rubbed his dick over Adam’s bottom and planned on playing with him, toying with his cock as much as he could before he sank in between his friend’s pretty little ass cheeks. Only his stamina left a lot to be desired. Paul had to fuck him. Standing behind him, Paul placed both palms on his round behind and spread Adam’s sweet cheeks. “It’s gonna hurt like ever-lovin hell but you’ll know I’ve been here.” He jerked forward, planned to sink in slowly, but the promise of a damn good ride changed things. Adam bucked with the first penetration and Paul just hammered right on in. “Oh my God!” Adam’s knuckles turned a purplish color as he gripped the bedspread. “Shit, Paul!” “Pump your cock, baby. Put your hand around your dick and grip it like you mean it.” Paul sank a little deeper. “That’s it, relax. Let me take you places you’ve never been, lover.”
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The sensation was one he’d never later explain. Paul reached a place he’d seldom explored with any other man. His whole cock—and as Adam had pointed out, he wasn’t small—disappeared inside Adam’s ass. He could come without another stroke but he refused, resisted. “That’s it. Let me take what’s mine. Ah yes, this is my sweet ass, Adam… always…has been.” Adam crawled a few inches forward and Paul grabbed him firmly by the hips and slowed down the tempo. If men had cherries to pop, he’d find a watermelon or something even greater with the way he kept thrusting inside of him. But he couldn’t retreat; stopping now would bring about physical pain. Paul looped his long arms around Adam’s waist. He gave Adam’s cock a good tug or two, pressing his other hand flat against the small of Adam’s back. Pounding again, he held Adam’s dick in hand and felt the spill building. The heat rising from base to tip warming the flesh he gripped with commitment. “I’m coming! Oh yeah, hold still, that’s it. Oh baby!” Paul paused, ecstasy driving away the need for chatter. He gave the babble a rest for a second. He then rolled his hips in a circular motion, slow and easy, working for the best of grinds. “Ah Adam, this is so fucking sweet!” Paul’s ejaculation rocked through his body and his release shot straight into the condom protecting them. The protection was the only thing stopping him from filling Adam’s tight ass full of cum. Paul never wanted to have unprotected sex before in his life, but in that one solitary moment, his thoughts were as perverse as they were pure. Paul wanted Adam to feel him. While Paul had little doubt Adam realized who pounded straight into his ass, he yearned to leave a piece of himself buried inside of him forever—his cum, his pleasure, his seeds of desire, perhaps even a mark of his love. Yes, Paul wanted his release to run deep enough to claim. **** 33
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Paul stayed horny throughout the night. After he’d fucked Adam, they’d showered together and Paul couldn’t keep his hands or mouth off him. He was ruined, totally destroyed by this man. Oddly, he’d known Adam all of his life and while he suspected a raging fire consumed them, nothing prepared Paul for this. Pulling Adam closer, Paul tucked him under his arm and released an uneasy sigh. “I’m not going anywhere,” Adam grumbled, wiggling out from under Paul’s weighted arm. “You’re touchy-touchy the morning after, huh?” Adam groaned, rolled over and within seconds, his breathing changed and Paul realized he fell asleep again. They’d meant to order in and have a romantic evening watching movies and eating dinner in bed. Instead, the only thing he’d had in his mouth since leaving California consisted of the equivalent of sweet summer sausage and he still wanted more. There was something wrong with him. Paul decided, curling his arm around his head and staring at his long erection pressed tightly against the white sheet. He’d had so much sex lately that he’d become a sex machine and all he wanted was cock and ass, cock and ass. He closed his eyes and tried to envision Adam’s handsome features again. Adam had such a summer-boy look. He kept a good tan, compliments of an artificial sunlamp and his blond hair, trimmed neatly but a little longer than a typical barber’s cut, fell right above his ears. And those green eyes! Paul could lose himself a thousand different ways gazing into them. Unable to see him in the dark, he tiptoed to the bathroom, turned the light on and slid back in bed. Adam sat up, placed his hand behind his back, wrinkled his forehead and stared into the light—not quite as anxious to look at Paul apparently as Paul was to see him. Paul glared at the bedside alarm clock. It was five-thirty. “Do you have trouble sleeping or something?” Adam asked, his question muffled when he fell face first into the feather pillow. Paul set his jaw. He couldn’t believe he was going to ask but what the hell. “I’m horny and this hard-on isn’t going down without a fight.” 34
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Adam rolled over on his belly, shoved his hands under the soft cushion at his head and turned his head away from Paul. “Get the lube.” “Really?” Paul asked excitedly. “Sure, you can’t beat what you have hanging in between your legs so I’ll help you out.” Paul narrowed his eyes and watched Adam’s shoulders twitch. “You think you’re funny, do you?” He gave his ass a few quick smacks. “Ouch! Damnit. I’m sleepy. I like my eight hours and best I can tell, I’ve only had about four.” Paul straddled his back and kissed his nape. “Get it up for me and I’ll suck you into a better dream.” “I was dreaming just fine before your cock problems interrupted a perfectly nice nap.” Holding his dick, Paul rubbed the shape of his penis over Adam’s back. “Does this feel like a problem to you?” Paul asked, moving it down the crack of Adam’s ass. Adam flipped over and stared up at him. “What’s wrong?” “You have to ask?” “Sore?” Paul inquired. “Raw, damn you.” “Bullshit, you’re being a pansy,” Paul said, rubbing his hands over Adam’s chest and arms, his erection pressing against Adam’s belly. “Oh yeah? I’d like to see how well you take it in the ass!” Paul knew a dare when he heard one. “Are you propositioning me?” Adam’s cock twitched against Paul’s leg. “What do you think?” “I think you are,” Paul growled. “You’re going to let me have your hard ass after everything you’ve told me about your past relationships?” Adam asked.
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“I told you I preferred to pitch but for you, I’ll catch. If you want this ass,” Paul patted his own behind, “You can have it. All you have to do is ask. That’s just the way it is.” Adam studied him closer, propelling his hands over the shape of Paul’s thighs. He opened his mouth, smacked his lips and yanked him forward. Paul’s cock dropped at Adam’s lips. “Damn, that’s sexy,” Paul exclaimed. “Shut up,” Adam told him, kissing his tip. “Not a problem, shutting up now.” “Good,” Adam growled, sipping at the head. Paul had received plenty of blow jobs but by heavens he’d never had one quite as intense as what Adam gave. “Suck deep, don’t play with me.” “Shh,” Adam whispered, clutching his shaft and holding it like a microphone so he could speak right against his crest. “Let me figure out what works for me. It’s not like I’ve had a lot of experience giving head.” His hand slipped up and down, gripping Paul’s penis and pulling it all the way through his palm before latching his mouth over the entire length. “You’re doing fine. Give me what you’d like to receive and you’ll do it better than anyone.” Paul’s penis was painfully hard. His erection stretched so tight, he felt certain his veins were clearly detectable through the skin. His pre-cum beaded at the tip. First, the small dot of moisture felt like a tiny bubble, but one speckle of excitement followed another one just as fast. Adam swiped away the small spots of true lust, dropping his open mouth and sucking deep, curling his tongue over and under the crest before flattening it tighter against the underside of Paul’s cock. “Damn that’s sexy,” Paul complimented him. “You could write a training manual on how to give the hottest blow job on the planet.” “Yeah,” he cooed, sipping at the head. “We’ll call it Blowjobs for Beginners.” 36
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Paul felt like a crop had been laid to his dick. His balls were on fire. His scrotum needed some serious attention. “Lick my balls,” Paul pleaded, his voice was a raspy croak more than throaty or sexy. Adam paused. Maybe he had to think about it. Paul knew Adam understood the concept. Adam often told him about his kinky little married woman. His co-worker apparently liked to suck his sac more than his cock and according to Adam, her mouth kept him going back for more. “Holy sweet fucking man!” Paul screamed, jerking when his cock disappeared down Adam’s ready throat again. “Ah sweet lovin’, you gotta do that again.” Adam grinned, swiped the tip once more and licked a path up and down Paul’s dick. He sipped at Paul’s sac, lapping at his heavy balls like they were candy jewels— diamonds—in need of exquisite care. Then, he hit the sensitive spot, the small little patch of skin between his sac and anus. Paul held his breath. He wasn’t into rimming without precautions and he needed to tell Adam. Maybe not. “Ah shit, man! That’s good, suck ‘em like lollipops, right there. You know what I need.” Adam applied a little too much pressure to his balls and Paul moved fast, thrusting into his mouth. Adam sucked with a new devotion, evidently determined to race forward. Paul slowed down his gyrating and did it to deliberately devil Adam. Two could play this game. Using his tongue, Adam licked Paul with unfathomable force. Paul lost his place in Adam’s throat, and losing balance, he slipped away from his mouth. “I’m dying here. Horny,” Adam muttered, kissing the mushroom head. Paul’s cock head swelled beyond Adam’s lips and once again, he sank into his mouth. Adam refused to let him pull out and leave him. He clamped his lips closed around Paul’s shaft and worked with him, sucking and pulling, threading his skin with both lips.
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“Ah shit, Adam! Let me pull out!” Paul screamed. He never came down a man’s throat. Okay, maybe he’d done it once or twice but most of the men he’d been with didn’t swallow cum. Adam’s cheeks swelled. Paul’s cock took up the tiny space Adam’s small mouth provided and yet his gag reflex must’ve worked overtime. Paul kept pounding. His cock slid all the way to the back of Adam’s throat, stamping his soft tonsils. What started out as a slow drip soon turned into a splashing rain. God help him, Paul couldn’t think of a better way to start off their day. Adam sucked him like a favorite flavor. He kept licking and sipping until Paul was hard again. Self control be damned. “You’re good,” Adam said. “Are you sure you don’t mind to…uh…” Paul rolled over him with his ass arched high above his hips. “My bottom is yours when you’re ready.” Grabbing the lube and sheathing himself at the same time, Adam moved closer, dropped the bottle at his feet and then stopped short of penetration. “Oh jeez, what the fuck am I doing?” Paul glanced over his shoulder and saw the uncertainty. He released a tortured breath and relaxed, moving away from him at the same time. Paul stared into the empty eyes of his longtime best friend. “This is crazy,” Adam said rolling the condom off of his half-cocked dick. “Tell me what you’re feeling.” Paul encouraged him. With a popping sound, the rubber lay empty in his palm and Adam shrugged. “I don’t know if you’d understand.” Snatching his underwear from the floor where he’d discarded them the night before, he slowly made his way to the bathroom. Paul dressed while Adam was in the other room. He was at a loss over Adam’s uncertainty. One thing Paul knew. He hadn’t flown back home to endure rejection.
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A long time ago, Paul left this God-forsaken place once for a reason. He never wanted to make Adam’s life difficult and yet he managed to do it when he came home with only one goal, to claim the love he thought he would find with Adam. When Adam walked back out again, Paul was almost packed. “What are you doing?” ‘There’s a nine o’clock flight that leaves every morning from Tri-Cities to Chicago. I plan to be on it. I’ll catch a flight to LAX from there.” He didn’t look up as he zipped the bag. “What the hell, Paul? You’re going home because—” “I’m going back to California, Adam, because there’s nothing here for me in Tennessee. I was wrong to come here and push myself on you. I moved too fast but honestly, I don’t know how to slow things down when I’m with you.” Adam looked dumbfounded. He reached for Paul but Paul moved away. “You didn’t…push yourself on me. I’ve dreamed about this. Let me explain.” Paul narrowed his gaze and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes focusing on Adam and not the tangled sheets where they’d had a few successful romps and now one disastrous experience. The men shared a moment of silence. When Adam didn’t start with explanations or ask for more understanding, Paul stood up and grabbed the handle on his luggage. “You know what? I’m sorry this is uncomfortable for you but this is killing me. We’ve talked about this before. “Adam, dammit, what can I say? Either you’re gay or you aren’t. You’re bi-sexual or you aren’t. There’s not an in-between when it comes to someone’s sexuality. There isn’t a fine line or a way to straddle it. You’re not halfway gay tonight, and then all the way tomorrow, straight as a boring married fellow the next and bi whenever opportunity presents itself. Arousal doesn’t work that way and neither does love.” “But I do…love you,” Adam said, softly. Adam’s eyes were lowered. He didn’t look at Paul when he professed his love but Paul couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever heard a more earnest statement. 39
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Adam couldn’t believe it. He placed his palms on the window and glared outside. He’d told Paul he loved him and Paul left! The mother fucker had walked out! He pressed his forehead to the glass, the same window he’d had at his back when his balls were so tight he thought they’d explode if he didn’t come. The same window where he’d stood bracing for the blow job he’d never forget. “Dammit!” He snatched his cell phone off the nearby table and pressed one. Speed dial didn’t help things either. His call to Paul went unanswered. He hurriedly rushed into the bathroom, stripped, showered and tripped over his own feet in a desperate hurry to make it to the airport. By the time the door slammed behind him, it was seven o’clock. He tried Paul again as he rushed toward the front desk, turned in their key and told the staff on duty he was checking out. “I hope there wasn’t anything wrong with the room, Mr. Taylor.” “No, the room was fine.” The loud sound of the printer printing off his receipt brought him back to the present. He’d have to try and live in the here and now if he wanted to get through the morning. “We hope to see you again here at the…”
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“Sure, thanks,” he said, cutting off the chipper front desk clerk. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he ran for the parking lot, tossed the bag in the back of his car and sped toward home. He called Greenway Airways and asked for the ticket counter. “Darlene Courts speaking. Do you need flight times or do you wish to make a new reservation?” “Darlene?” Thank God! Things were looking up already. “Yes?” “It’s Adam Taylor.” “Adam?” Darlene, as luck would have it, graduated with Paul and Adam. Years ago, he once confided in Darlene, confessed the whole ‘my feelings for Paul Harrison are real’ spiel. At the time, she listened and offered sound advice especially for back then given her age. Darlene told him a person couldn’t help who they love and all that nonsense. Turns out, she was right. She had been all along. “Anyone there?” she said again. “Hello?” Clearing his throat, he replied. “Darlene, yes, sorry about that, it’s Adam from high school.” “Adam, doll, you’re the only Adam Taylor I know. What can I do for you?” “Listen, I need a big favor. Do you remember Paul Harrison?” “Why yes! I just sold him a ticket a few minutes ago.” “Super. Did he make a reservation for the nine o’clock?” “Adam, you’re asking me to go against…my supervisor is right here, you know?” “Can you do me a favor, then?” he didn’t wait for a response. “Schedule me on the same flight as Paul.” “To Charlotte?” “All the way through, I imagine. He flew in yesterday and originally bought a roundtrip ticket. He most likely purchased a one-way ticket to LAX.” “Adam?” Darlene took a deep breath and continued, “Are you sure this is what you want to do?” 42
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Adam didn’t have the time for nosy questions. “Can you book me on that flight or not?” “Adam, let me ask you something. Are you the reason Paul is so upset?” “I…yes, probably.” If he was going to make this work, it started now, right now. “I see. Then you know he may not be thrilled to discover you’re on the same flight.” “I don’t care. Please book it and if at all possible, do what you can to seat me near Paul, preferably on his lap.” She giggled. “I’ll see what I can do. What’s your credit card number?” **** Booking the flight proved easy enough but getting past his mother was another story. His father most likely left for the funeral home hours ago but his mother, probably up half the night since he hadn’t come home, sat at the kitchen table still dressed in a robe. “Adam, is that you?” she called out as soon as he opened the front door. “Yeah mom, it’s me. I’ll be right back down in a minute. Don’t get up.” He took the steps two at a time. Please don’t get up. Stay where you are and let me pack in peace. He rushed down the hall, pulled at the string hanging from the ceiling and watched the ladder unfold from the attic. He climbed them, found two pieces of luggage, tossed them down and that’s where his luck ended. “Are you going somewhere?” Crawling down the wooden steps, he backed away from the attic and shuddered because he dreaded the conversation ahead. “Yes, mom, I am.” “Where?” “California,” he replied enthusiastically. Remember, the truth starts now. Right now. “What about work?” 43
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Adam kissed her cheek, picked up the luggage and ran down the hall for his room. “You can manage without me, Mom. You have Dad around to help you.” “I need you, son. We have a full schedule of vacations. Everyone is taking off next month.” He heard her flip-flops patting against the hardwood floor as she walked toward his room. “Adam, where are you going? This is craziness. You didn’t mention a vacation.” Daring to look up from under his eyelashes, he shook his head before she said anything and unzipped both pieces of luggage at the same time. “Don’t try to talk me out of it, Mother. I’m going.” “I don’t get the sudden rush. Where are you going exactly?” “California.” “Yes, so you’ve said. With who? Paul?” He smiled. He couldn’t help it. “Yes, with Paul.” “For how long?” “I don’t know. Depends on whether or not I like it out there.” “You won’t,” she promised. “Mother, please don’t make this difficult.” “It is what it is. You’re my only son, my only child. Now, you’re leaving me?” Adam’s heartstrings ached as his mother pulled them a little tighter. “This is all about Paul, isn’t it?” she asked, tears pooling in her eyes. “I want to go.” “No, you want to do what Paul tells you to do. I never liked that boy much. He always had the craziest notions,” she clasped her hands together and shook her head. “Why, the rumors around here about him would shock you, if you…believe in beauty shop gossip.” “Why would there be talk about Paul, Mom? He doesn’t live here anymore.” “He sure gave everyone plenty to say before he moved west.”
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“Mother, I don’t care what you’ve heard about Paul, frankly. I’m going. You can’t change my mind.” “Why?” “I just am. I want to…” There’s not a fine line or a way to straddle it. If he had any doubt about what he was doing, it went away when Paul’s words continued to remind him of what he wanted. He wanted to go to California. He longed to spend more time with Paul. “I doubt you’d understand.” He opened his closet, grabbed a handful of items and packed the clothes as they’d hung, hangers and all. “Try me,” she said, folding her arms over her chest. “I need to go.” He rushed to his bureau, pulled out a drawer, and retrieved his socks and underwear. Throwing them into the smaller bag, he tried to think what he had packed in the overnight bag he’d tossed together for his interrupted weekend and quickly decided he had everything he needed. What he didn’t have, he’d have shipped later or pick up once he was settled in. “Why are you doing this?” His mother followed him out of the room. “Adam, stop and think about how unreasonable this is. You are chasing a friend who lives a very different lifestyle than you do. You’re flying across the country to be with a friend you know nothing about now.” She kept emphasizing friend and Adam understood why. Her mothering instincts always worked overtime. “You owe me an explanation,” she stated flatly when he smacked a final kiss on her cheek and gave her a tight squeeze before running across the steps again. At the door, her firm voice of authority stopped him. “Adam William Taylor, I deserve an answer!” He dropped his bags and turned around. “Because Mother, I kissed Paul last night.”
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His mother gasped but then regrouped. Clutching to the banister, she looked like she’d aged in a matter of minutes. Her expression made her appear completely wrought with worry. Starting downstairs, she took each step with precision. Her act and the whole episode played out as quite comical. His mother had the tendency to be a bit melodramatic. “Adam, think about this. We can deal with it together. So what? A kiss is a kiss is a kiss, a friendly gesture shared between friends. In Italy,” she began, “In many countries, actually, men kiss.” “Do they enjoy it?” Adam responded, trying his best to bring this discussion to a bitter end. He realized the quicker they found a way to wrap it up, the more likely he was to make his flight. “Um, I um…I’m sure there are….or perhaps would be some, um, men who found it…pleasant.” “I really liked it.” A grimace replaced the softer expression she held for all of three seconds. “So you liked it, damn it to hell, but it isn’t worth throwing away everything we’ve worked for here, is it?” She took a deep breath and then answered her own question. “No, not at all. And it’s not too late to change your plans. You kissed him. Get the hell over it. You romped all over this house with a married woman too. You didn’t run off and try to destroy her marriage once you found out she had a husband.” You’re not halfway bi-sexual tonight, and then all the way tomorrow. Paul was right and it was now or never. Adam glanced at his watch. He had to follow his heart starting now. “Mother,” he said, leveling his voice. “I love you. I’ll always love you and Dad. That will never change but it’s time you recognize something that’s been in front of you all along.
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“I’m in love with Paul Harrison and while the kissing was phenomenal last night, it didn’t confuse me and I didn’t find it minimal or just pleasant. I found it necessary and because I did, it didn’t stop with the kissing.”
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Chapter Six
Paul boarded the small aircraft with the first call. They were holding the plane for some sorry SOB who apparently couldn’t get his ass moving in order to catch a nine o’clock from the Tri-Cities. What was the poor guy’s excuse? Major traffic at the local McDonald’s drive-thru? Whoever he or she was, they had some kind of local pull because this sort of thing didn’t happen. He quickly reminded himself where he was and in this area, money and power controlled everything, even flight times. Paul glared at his watch and looked at the empty seat beside him. At least he didn’t have to sit next to some chatty college kid or a recent divorcee, man or woman. He wanted to fly in complete silence, curl up in his emptiness and fall asleep, forget. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Whoever the sorry bastard was holding up this flight, he must’ve had some kind of inside connections. This wasn’t the eighties. No one had enough clout to hold a flight ten minutes. “Is this seat taken?” Paul’s eyes flew open and he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Adam tossed his luggage into the overhead compartment. He scooted by him and settled into the narrow seat next to him. “Good, I think I’ll like it here.” Paul’s heart hammered against his chest. He snatched Adam’s hand and brought it to his lips. Kissing his knuckles, he said, “What are you doing?”
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Adam shrugged. “You were right about a lot of things. And there’s something I’m certain about. You and I can’t have it both ways now that we’ve had time together alone. Damn if I haven’t had blue balls long enough to know the dangers a man faces when he tries to ride the fence like a seesaw. Every single time we spoke on the phone, I longed to be with you. I’ve always known where I belong. “So today, I went home, told Mom I kissed a boy—you—and here I am.” He squeezed Paul’s hand and laced his fingers through his. Paul looked down at their entwined fingers. “What are you saying?” “I’m taking a big leap here, Paul. I’m assuming you still want me. I’m hoping you don’t mind a roommate because I don’t think I can go home now. I’ve never been to California but from what I hear, a man can get lucky if they know the right people.” “You held up this flight so—” Adam cupped Paul’s neck and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I held up this flight so I could be with you. I told you at the hotel. I love you. The problem I had with the other is something I’ll explain to you in private, okay?” Paul swallowed tightly. Did he just kiss him in public? He’d never been kissed so tenderly before, especially with a nearby audience. “Are you okay?” Adam asked as the plane slowly backed away from the gate. “I’m better than I’ve ever been,” Paul admitted. “Good, because you’ll have to tell me how crazy all of this is another time. Right now, I have to close my eyes and forget I’m in an airplane.” His skin was ashen but even with his flushed complexion, Paul had never seen a handsomer man. He squeezed Adam’s hand. “Everything will be fine. We’re together now. I promise I’ll take care of you.” Even as he made the oath, Paul recognized a looming argument, something of an obstacle he needed to remove from their path. He should’ve openly discussed everything about his life long before now. He hadn’t been in L.A. all this time without making friends, finding lovers, mingling with the right crowd. Would Adam readily accept Paul’s lifestyle? 49
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Paul studied the man beside him. He hadn’t been fair, or completely truthful. He postponed telling Adam about his career for fear he might fall short of winning his affection. Now, Adam stood to lose everything. Adam had eagerly sacrificed what he wanted, what he’d worked for, to join Paul in California. Paul owed Adam the truth. He should’ve told him everything from the beginning. Had he feared Adam wouldn’t accept his choices? If so, what did that say about their future? Didn’t he owe him something? An explanation or, at the very least, the whole truth? Paul should’ve told Adam he sold his body to those willing to pay a large sum to find their pleasure, but it was too hard. He feared Adam wouldn’t understand. Or worse…he was afraid Adam would think less of him. How would he break the news now? Maybe by the time they landed in Los Angeles, he’d figure out something. **** Adam shifted in his bucket seat a few hours later. He watched passing traffic as Paul drove them toward the freeway. “I can’t believe it. You’re here with me. This is fucking fantastic.” Paul sped up, the acceleration possibly inspired by the need rising in his pants. After flying all day and trying to act decent in the men’s room when they stood side by side at the urinals, Adam understood his frustration. “I swear, we’re going to fuck for hours,” Paul said with a guttural edge in his tone, sexy enough to set Adam’s balls on fire. Anticipating the coming hours had kept his dick hard for most of the day. Adam scooted closer to the door. “Don’t think I’m not tempted. Nothing would taste better right now than a good sip of you.”
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“Oh yeah?” Paul teased, whipping in and out of traffic. “Then what’s stopping you?” Adam glanced at the speedometer. “For starters, you’re going seventy-five miles an hour and accelerating so you can keep up with that,” he said, nodding at the eight lanes of traffic straight in front of them. “You’ll get used to it,” Paul stated. “Before long, you’ll drive down the freeway as bored as you are when you drive through your neighborhood.” He reached across the seat and gripped his hand. “I’m glad you’re here.” “Me too,” Adam said, still salivating and eyeing the obvious bulge in Paul’s pants. “So, tell me what’s on your mind. On the plane you said you wanted to explain something to me in private, so shoot. What happened at the hotel?” Paul returned both hands to the steering wheel and gripped it until his hands turned white. “I don’t know how to say this except blurt it out and I hope it doesn’t hurt your feelings.” “All right, I’ll try to keep that in mind,” Paul said, looking over his shoulder when he switched lanes. “I don’t want to fuck you.” “What?” Paul tapped his brakes and quickly switched lanes again, opting for the one with slower traffic. “I mean, um, right now, I…shit this is hard,” he said, looking out the window. “I’m a bottom, or whatever you want to call me. I don’t think I’ll ever enjoy fucking your ass, sorry. I liked it, no I loved it when you were fucking me but I’m not comfortable with anything more than blow jobs and I like those, of course.” “Of course,” Paul said, laughing. He switched lanes once more and a few minutes later, they were at a busy intersection waiting for the light to turn green. “I live about five minutes from here. Over there is the grocery store where I shop.” Paul dropped his hand and let it rest against Adam’s cock. “Up ahead, you’ll find the post office, a gas station, and a great little Mexican restaurant.”
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“Uh-huh,” Adam said, looking down at Paul’s hand. He rolled his tongue over his lips, moistening them. “I’m not saying I’ll always feel the same way.” “You might and it’s okay,” Paul said, squeezing Adam’s dick through his pants. “Good grief, I’m harder now than I was back in Charlotte, if that’s possible.” After a completely erotic moan, Paul readjusted things in his own pants and said, “Baby, I like it on top, in case you haven’t noticed, and your words are like a lover’s melody.” Paul pressed his thumb against the outline of Adam’s cock. His hand wandered. The touch remained firm. “This is the beginning, Adam. We’re going to have the time of our lives.” “I think so too.” “But there’s something we’re going to have to talk about sooner or later,” Paul said pulling up to a gated community. He entered the numbers on a keypad and the gates parted. He pulled through. Driving up a long, circular driveway, it only took Adam a second to realize he wasn’t in a secure neighborhood. Instead, they were behind the gates of an enormous estate. “You live here?” Adam eyed the large white home nestled in between a beautiful landscape of trees. The forest literally swam around the home showcasing a most picturesque setting. “Yep, it’s mine. And now, for as long as you want to call it home, it’s yours too.” Paul pulled up to the front door. Adam stepped out of the car and Paul was waiting to assault his lips with a heavenly kiss meant for experienced, familiar lovers behind locked gates or bedroom doors. When their kiss broke, Adam said, “It takes a lot to impress me but this is some kind of fucking house. What are you, a drug dealer or porn star?” Paul grinned sheepishly. “I had hoped the kissing left the bigger impression.” Adam walked away from the car and slammed the door behind him. “You have to admit, this is a little much for a guy from Tennessee. I never expected a mansion similar to those in Beverly Hills. The consulting business must be rocking. Either that or you fucked the right people straight to the top.” 52
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Paul shoved his key into the tiny doorknob, disarming the security system upon entry. “Quite a few of them, if you want to know the truth.” Without a pause in his stride, he turned back to the car, hit the trunk button on his keychain and reached inside the car for their luggage. A few minutes later, weighed down with luggage, Adam followed him upstairs. At the end of the hallway, they stepped inside what must have been Paul’s room. Pointing to the large walk-in closet, Paul said, “It’s yours. You might say I had a feeling you’d eventually find your way home. All the clothes in there are your size.” “How’d you know my size?” Paul stared at his belt. “Your co-worker, the married gal, gave me the information when I called the funeral home and asked for sizes. I introduced myself as your tailor.” Adam shook his head. “I bet she had all the measurements you needed.” “I didn’t ask for all of them,” he said, stalking forward. “It drove me damn near mad to think about the two of you together, not because I’m jealous to a fault but the more you slept with her, the more fondly you spoke of your experiences.” He carefully unbuttoned his shirt allowing it to fall at his feet before grabbing Adam by the belt loops and yanking him closer. Adam nipped at Paul’s lips once before he used Paul’s shoulders and pushed away. “How can you afford this place?” Taking a deep breath, Paul strode across the room. He opened the French doors and stepped out on the deck overlooking the expansive pool. Adam walked outside too and glared at the beautiful gardens below. “Damn, this is like the Playboy mansion or something.” “It’s my personal playpen,” Paul said. “That’s for sure.” “You have a lot of parties here?” “Something like that,” Paul said. “You’ll feel better if you postpone this conversation.” “I don’t think so.” Adam backed up to the nearby lounger and took a seat. “What kind of business are you really in, Paul? Are you pushing drugs?” 53
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“Hell no,” Paul replied. “Are you an arms dealer?” “Yeah, me who can’t fire a gun? Hardly.” “Then that leaves the oldest profession in the world. So what are you doing? Selling sex to the highest bidders?” Paul didn’t move, and he looked like he turned green instead of pale. “Are you selling sex?” Adam asked. Paul scratched his cheek before he answered. Adam waited patiently but wasn’t surprised when Paul replied, “I’m bought and paid for, and it happens on a fairly regular basis. I have a certain lifestyle I like to keep and it comes at a price, one lacking privacy and regular hours.” Paul pointed to his bedside table right inside the door. There were a few small pagers, the old traditional style like many physicians once wore on their belts. “I’m available twenty-four seven and rarely take a day off except when I plan a long weekend well in advance.” Adam stared at him in disbelief. “You’re a…” “I’m an escort and many would argue—at least those who can afford me—I’m one of the best in the business.” **** Paul was right. Adam should’ve postponed the conversation. Adam tossed and turned most of the night. He’d had a difficult time accepting what Paul revealed, much less sleeping afterwards. After an entire day of verbal foreplay— and they’d traveled across the country so they’d had plenty of time for sexy banter—he was hot and bothered. Then Paul had dropped the bomb and ruined everything. He told him about his professional life and described his casual innuendoes like most men discussed another boring day at the office. 54
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Poor old Paul. He really lived on hard times. Fucking for a living must’ve sucked. Adam rolled over, grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter against his chest. His first night in California hadn’t turned out quite like he thought. Staring at the ceiling, he heard something in the far corner of the room and reached for the lamp. Paul stared back at him from the corner sofa. “What are you doing?” “Watching you sleep,” Paul said. “Do you always do strange things when you have a guest in the house because if so, considering your profession and all, I doubt you get much rest.” “Adam, I’ve had time to think about this. I’m willing to give up a lot for you, cut back on the number of clients I see but I won’t quit my job. I can’t.” “Of course not,” Adam grumbled. “You’d have to give up all this. God forbid if you’d have to move out of this multi-million dollar neighborhood and settle into a nice home in the suburbs. What would the clients you once serviced think?” “You’d be surprised,” he said softly. With the fluorescent light glimmering, he could see Paul’s defined and perfectly set jawline. The tension in his voice proved he had regrets and because of the choices he’d made, he also had concerns, valid ones. “I’m disease-free,” he said abruptly. “In case you wanted to ask.” “That didn’t cross my mind,” Adam grumbled. “Maybe it should have but I trust you.” Silence played havoc when there was already too much uneasiness in the air. “I would never place you at risk,” Paul said. “I’m assuming you use condoms with your customers. You used them with me.” “Always have.” “Okay, so that’s out of the way.” Clearing his throat, Adam sat on the edge of the bed and faced Paul. “How many have there been?” “What, clients?”
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“Yes, fucks, clients, rabbits with too much time on their hands. How many times have you been paid for your services?” Silence again. This time it lasted longer than before. “Paul, I think I have a right to know.” “You have a right to the future, nothing more. I can’t change the past so I won’t discuss it with you.” “That many, huh?” Paul shrugged. “I really don’t know.” “Then you should’ve told me about your life before I packed up mine and followed you out here.” “Probably so. Call me selfish.” “You always take what you want, don’t you, Paul?” Paul sat with his legs splayed and his hands on each knee. “No, Adam, not always. If I had always taken what I wanted, you would’ve been mine years ago. I won’t apologize for the past but I won’t make excuses for what I’ve done. “We are two different people, you and I, but we care for one another. I don’t think either of us will be happy without the other one. Now, you have to decide if you’re going to let the past get in the way of our future and the happiness we can find together.” “I guess it depends on whether or not your past remains in the past. Based on the size of this house and the mortgage payments you most likely have, I’m willing to wager that your history still rears its head in your day to day life. I have to decide if this is something I can live with and if it’s not, I’ll do what any other man or woman would do in my shoes. I’ll leave.”
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Chapter Seven
The next day, as luck would have it, Paul received a page during breakfast. Glancing down at the number, he couldn’t hide a smile. He always enjoyed talking to Trudy. A fashion designer’s assistant from New York, Trudy might have been exactly what Paul needed had there never been an Adam. She was quirky, intelligent and kept him on his toes with a quick wit Paul appreciated. Paul tugged his cell from his pants pocket and dialed her number. “Designer Wear for All Occasions.” His client was a big name designer and the page came from a number only Paul had. Trudy answered the phone differently every time she scheduled her boss, just to keep things interesting. “Trudy, love, is that you?” “In the skin, lover. How are you?” “Perfect, now that I can talk to you,” he replied. “What can I do for you today, Trudy?” “Hmmm, delicious thought,” she quipped. “I’m thinking it’s not what you can do for me but what you want me to do for you?” “Ah, you’re so bad when you’re good, aren’t you love?” “Sometime soon, Paul, we’ll meet and find out.” “I’m counting the days, dear. Counting the days.”
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“Okay, here’s the itinerary, sweetness. She’s already headed your way. She lands at seven o’clock. Don’t worry, she’s staying with friends and won’t have time for you tonight but she expressed her urgent need and said to tell you she hopes to spend the entire day with you tomorrow.” “Perfect, I’m looking forward to it,” he said. “Just twenty-four hours?” “I don’t know….” she sang. “She may stay with you a few days. Twenty grand has been wired into your account. She’ll do the rest, lover.” “I’m counting on it.” “Good, doll,” she said. “See you soon, Paul.” “All my love, darling,” he said, snapping the phone closed. Paul loved it when Miranda came to town. She wasn’t a broad who messed around. She wanted a fast fuck, a little cuddling, one for the road and a kiss goodbye. Everything with Miranda was cut and dry. She never had time for anything more. Paul started to let out a sound of celebration, a whoop or something, until he turned around and found Adam staring back at him and he didn’t look amused. “How long have you been standing there?” “Love? Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” He strolled across the kitchen, grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and headed back out of the kitchen. “Adam, it’s my job!” Adam stopped and threw one arm high in the air before he allowed it to fall, his palm slapping against his thigh. “Okay, I’ve had time to consider how I want to address this with you. First of all, I had no idea what you did for a living when I rearranged my life and left everyone I love behind in Tennessee. You said you were a recreational consultant. Hell, I thought you designed playgrounds or something.” Paul gripped the kitchen bar. “Now wait a second, Adam. You didn’t rearrange anything. You said ‘the hell with it’ and walked out on your life and family without asking me any questions or placing demands. I don’t even know how long you’re staying. I’m hoping it’s a long time but what do I know? I can’t read your mind. Besides, we can’t go twenty-four hours without an argument.” 58
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“And that’s my fault?” Adam asked. “No, I’m not saying it’s anyone’s fault.” “Do you want me here or not?” “I want you here but just because you are, don’t expect me to change my life.” “This isn’t going anywhere. I know I don’t have the right to make demands. Sure, we’ve talked on the phone every day for almost two years and we’ve been lifelong friends but all that doesn’t give him me the right to enter into this….whatever it is we have brewing…in hopes of changing you.” “I’m your potential partner.” Adam stared at him through empty eyes. Or maybe not. Adam would have to ease up if he planned to stay. “I know how to stop all this.” “You do?” Paul asked. Damn, he hoped so. He’d like nothing more than to lay Adam down and show him how lovers made things better, made things work. They fucked out their differences, especially in a new relationship. “Let me ask you something,” Adam said with a wicked grin. “What if the shoe slid on the other foot?” “It’s not.” “What if it were?” Paul shrugged. Forever jealous of Adam, much of his jealousy stemmed from Adam’s profound need to tell Paul about his lovers. Who wouldn’t be jealous? Adam often started their late night phone calls much the same way. He provided quick summaries about his time in bed with Marsha. At least Paul didn’t return the favor. Hell, with his clientele, they’d never discuss more than past lovers and one-night stands. “I know what you’re thinking, Adam,” Paul began, watching Adam’s eyes and trying to read him as much as possible. “You couldn’t do what I do.” “Oh really?” Adam asked with a deliberate rise and fall in voice inflection.
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Great, Paul thought. Adam running around L.A. trying to slip into the role of the Southern Gigolo was the last thing Paul needed. “Adam,” Paul said softly. “I want this thing we have between us to last. We haven’t made promises to one another but if you need them, I can—” “No,” Adam whispered, placing his fingertips over Paul’s lips. “Don’t you say a word about the future or what you hope we find tomorrow or the day after next. We’re too tight to start lying to one another now. We know what this is. We’re giving the usfactor a trial period. You’re right. I didn’t have the right to ask you to change your life.” Paul nipped at Adam’s fingers. “You had every right, but I don’t have to like it. Relationships aren’t perfect, Adam.” “That’s a little crass, don’t you think? I mean it’s kind of hard to have a relationship when one or both partners are in bed with someone else.” Adam wasn’t in bed with anyone else now that there wasn’t a Marsha in the picture. If Paul had his way, he’d keep it that way for a while longer, or at least until he introduced Adam to Mitch and Suzanne, the only serious lovers he’d really had since moving to L.A. Paul drew Adam close and nibbled on his ear. “We can work through this together. Besides, who else are you in bed with, hmmm?” He framed his face and brushed his lips. “Come on now, would you want anyone else? Tell the truth.” “No,” Adam said hastily. “But…” “There isn’t a ‘but’ here Adam, unless we’re talking about a body part and if you’re offering, I’m horny.” Paul narrowed his gaze on his partner. Funny, he hadn’t thought of Adam as such until right then. Maybe it was premature, or given the fact Adam packed up and left Tennessee, perhaps it was somewhat delayed. Paul took Adam’s hand and led him to the pool. Regardless of whether he was there for the moment or planned to stay forever, Paul wanted Adam satisfied. Paul would offer Adam the world, lay it down at his feet, and he had the means to provide a pretty nice life for his lover. With any luck, Adam would never want to leave. 60
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**** Paul knew Adam was not okay with his profession and he understood more than anyone what his career choice could do to a relationship. Providing sex for a fee made it virtually impossible to start a life with someone when most couples based their lives on loving and trusting one another. Paul had been there before. Men and women had a real issue when someone they loved made the choice to take someone else to their bed. He could relate. The thought of Adam in bed with someone else made him physically ill now that Adam had spent time in his arms. Paul stripped and dove into the swimming pool. Watching as Adam followed his lead, Paul laughed when Adam shucked his clothes so fast his cock literally sprang from his shorts. Like a couple of school boys ready to break laws and skinny dip behind locked gates, they were allowed the best of indulgences. A private estate, the property secured by an outline of trees and high fences, guaranteed the complete privacy they wanted. Adam swam away from him, tucked his knees to his chest and glided across the water on his back. Paul caught him by the shoulders and pulled him around the pool before snatching a large float and encouraging him to use it. Paul tugged the float to the shallow end and curiously examined Adam, who made the perusal quite easy when he splayed his legs and smoothed his hand over his cock. Tempted, Paul caressed Adam’s body with his hands and tongue before he kissed the tip of his dick. Taking Adam’s cock to hand, he gently pulled and released. “I’ve been waiting for your taste since you delayed my flight. I kind of figured you owe me.” Unexpectedly, Adam hopped off the float and bracketed his arms around Paul. “I think you owe me.” “I do,” Paul whispered. “Come on.” 61
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They walked to the lanai and Paul tossed Adam a towel. He took a moment to body surf with his eyes. Adam was a gorgeous man but more than his outer appearance, Paul respected him. Adam was a good man, an honorable man. Not that he needed to hook up with someone who could win political elections, but he wanted someone he could trust with his secrets, come home to at night and truly unwind by being himself. Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to be able to do that until Adam fully accepted his career. There was only one way to ensure that happened. As much as it pained Paul, he recognized the truth. Paul needed to give Adam a taste of the profession he never planned to leave. In order to do that, he’d need some help and he’d have to devise a plan Adam wouldn’t later resent, which wouldn’t be an easy undertaking without some help. “Swimming bores you?” Adam asked, interrupting Paul’s thoughts. “No, I’m perfectly content,” “You’re horny and you can’t wait to fuck me.” Adam said, sitting down on a nearby chair. “Swimming nude is foreplay. I’ve had nearly twenty-four hours to think about all the ways I want to love on you. Pardon my manners, but yeah, the only thing on my mind right now is sinking my dick into your shapely ass.” Adam parted his lips “You don’t believe in taking things slow, do you?” Paul shoved his fingers through Adam’s hair, changed his stance and held his cock at the base, extending it forward. “Suck my dick and I’ll go as slow as you want.” “All you had to do is ask and since you’re not shy…” Adam teased, caressing Paul’s balls as he inched closer. “I’ll show you shy,” he whispered, pressing his thick mushroom head through Adam’s lips. “Ah yes, your mouth was made for this.” Adam winked and then closed his eyes. He acted as if he wanted to concentrate on nothing more than the pleasure found in giving head. His tongue went right to work, twirling over and under the shape of Paul’s dick. 62
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“Don’t take your time, doll,” Paul growled, placing his hand on the top of Adam’s head. “I need to get off. Come on baby, faster.” Adam’s suction improved all at once and he took Paul all the way to his throat, sucking and releasing, pulling him back and forth with a tongue whipping faster and faster. With a moan and a grunt, Paul’s hips jerked, his balls slapped, and in a matter of minutes his cum oozed down Adam’s throat. “Ah yes,” Paul said, grinding against Adam’s chin. “I knew that wouldn’t take long.”
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Chapter Eight
The following morning, a loud buzzing sound jolted Adam from a deep sleep. He was in Paul’s bed and for some reason, before he opened his eyes, he had to process the fact that he wasn’t at home. “Paul?” When he didn’t receive a reply, Adam rolled over to his side and crooked his arm behind his neck. He lay perfectly still, listening to the irritating noise. The scratchy hum rang out like fingernails tapping at a wooden surface. “Paul?” Adam slapped his hand against the bed and found a loose piece of stationary. He lifted the ivory embossed note card and read it aloud. “I can still taste your cum on my lips. What a wonderful way to start the day. I’ll be thinking of you.” Adam took a deep breath and tossed the note aside. “I bet.” Grumbling, and yet refusing to spend the day in bed sulking, he rolled over and snatched the beeper. Sitting up, he twirled the device between his fingertips. He was stepping way over the line but Paul said it was all work and hardly what he considered play. Maybe he needed the money and because of the lifestyle he kept, Adam certainly understood why. If Paul needed the cash to pay bills, then wouldn’t he want Adam contributing too? “Sure, justify it,” Adam said to himself. He didn’t have the first reason for pimping himself out by the hour.
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The Taylor family had money, a lot of cash. Adam had access to plenty if he ran out. The bankers back home tripped over their shoelaces to advise his family on investment banking so he shuddered when he thought about their financial situation. Then he trembled in fear. When he walked away from the family, he most likely lost any hope of an inheritance. If his mother didn’t hear from him soon, she’d probably lock down his accounts too. She was that way. Always had been. Adam stared at the trinket in his hand. Maybe he didn’t want to rely on family money anymore. Perhaps it was time to find his own way. He was a good looking guy. Some might even consider him better looking than Paul and obviously Paul had made a fortune for himself. The pager went off again. Damnation, somebody must’ve been horny. Adam wondered about Paul’s clients. Were many of them desperate housewives? Were some of them on the rebound from failed relationships? How did Paul keep his professional life separate from his personal life? The pager went off yet again. Why not answer the page for Paul? It couldn’t hurt. Paul might thank him later, Adam read the message. Call 444-552-4444. Your client Carla Swan referred us. Us? Did ‘us’ mean two women or a couple? Did us refer to two men or perhaps a slew of women who hired an escort for a girl’s night out? What exactly constituted the us-factor? Adam stared at the number. He didn’t have a clue how much to charge. Maybe he could figure it out if he prowled around. No, if he was going to take one of Paul’s clients, the least he could do was set his own terms and show some individuality in his business practices. He couldn’t approach the Carla-referral, whoever this Carla person was, under false pretenses. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and dialed. Shit! He disconnected at once, long before anyone answered. Had he lost his ever-lovin’ mind? Yes, apparently so.
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Adam had left Tennessee without talking to his father and he hadn’t checked his voicemail for fear he’d get an earful from both parents. He’d been such a chicken shit that he called the office at midnight so he could leave a message and let them know he arrived in California and would call again soon. He wanted to take a sudden leap in another direction and he didn’t have the balls to do it. Now, jealousy consumed him. He looked at the empty spot next to him. Was this how it felt to be in a relationship with a gigolo? Would he have such an empty sensation every single time Paul left him? Would he want to question Paul about the clients? If he did, what purpose would his questions serve? He knew Paul went to bed with each of them. He realized he was paid a hefty price to perform according to a client’s expectations. Could he really pressure Paul for details? Who was he fooling? Adam knew himself well enough to know that each time Paul left him for an appointment, the dull ache would be there. He stared out the window and wondered where Paul was at that very moment. He closed his eyes, grabbed the pillow next to him and inhaled. The rich scent of Paul’s after-shave filled his senses. By now, Paul probably had his cock buried deep inside of Trudy what’s-her-name’s boss, the high profile designer Paul wasn’t allowed to discuss…even with him. That stung all the way to his core. Yeah, he really wanted to be ‘that guy’ waiting in the wings for his lover to return after playing Mr. Romance all day long. He couldn’t wait to fit into the role of Desperate Househusband. Oh yeah, absolutely. Adam stared at the numerous pagers again. The handheld devices were his newfound enemy and before long he’d use them for throwing practice. If he was bitter today, how would he feel tomorrow? Worse, much worse. Adam dialed the number again and held his thumb over the send button. He didn’t have the right to barge into Paul’s life and poke around in his career while trying to
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decide whether or not he wanted to give the same profession a whirl. Then again, Paul should’ve been upfront from the beginning. Paul had plenty of time to describe his career in detail. He didn’t. Now, Adam was curious. He wanted to know more and planned to gain his experience first-handed. Taking a deep breath, Adam looked at the tangled bed sheets, the lingering reminder of a delicious sex fest existed all over the place—lubes, unused condoms and ripped foil packages were scattered at the foot of the bed. Hadn’t Paul assured him that he’d never want for anything? Hadn’t he given him everything he’d desired as a lover just the day before? Sure he did. And he felt just swell afterwards. Adam pressed the send button and waited for an answer. “It’s not enough, Paul,” he muttered. “This is the only way I can get your attention.” **** Around eight o’clock, Paul entered the kitchen with a bottle of Riesling dropped low next to his hip and swinging at his side. “Something smells good,” he said kissing Adam’s cheek. “I wanted to take you out, but Italian beats what I had planned.” Adam reached in the oven and brought out a beautiful tray of lasagna. The pasta looked like something leaving Mama Mia’s kitchen only better. Adam was much sexier than Mama. “Did you have a good time?” Adam asked. “It was work, that’s all. Another day, another client, work and nothing more.” He grabbed two glasses from an antique teacart. “How was your day?” Paul asked, freeing the cork. He bowed his head a little and tried to concentrate on the wine bottle in front of him, anything to keep him distracted. Adam looked good enough to sip dry and Paul might try even though he was pretty sure Adam wouldn’t appreciate the timing.
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Adam zipped around the kitchen and found a few plates. Setting them next to the piping hot lasagna pan, he said, “It was interesting. I swam some, took in the California rays and realized I’ll get bored after another couple of days of this.” Paul poured the wine and handed him a glass. “Relaxing by my pool isn’t enough excitement for you?” He might change his mind after his first experience. Paul gnawed on his bottom lip. He wondered if he should drop a hint and let Adam prepare himself for the possibility that he may have had something to do with the arrangement of his upcoming engagement. “I guess I could be content if I had a little company.” If Adam only knew how many kinky parties Paul had hosted poolside, he wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss the excitement often found in his backyard. Paul took a sip of wine and savored the liquid as much as the knowledge. Paul knew what awaited Adam the following day. He returned his focus to the Riesling. “It’s not the most expensive vintage but it’s smooth going down and rich on the palate.” Adam didn’t comment. He looked distraught. Poor guy must’ve had a lot on his mind. “Are you okay, Adam?” Paul asked, closing the distance between them. He placed his hands on the smooth granite kitchen countertop with his palms on either side of Adam’s body. “I’m perfect, probably not as good as you are, but…” Paul licked his lips and stared at Adam’s. “I’m not hungry for lasagna.” Snapping his wrist and moving his fingers quick as lightening, Paul worked to free Adam’s belt and then his cock. Dropping to his knees, Paul unzipped Adam right where they stood. His pretty penis uncurled against his lips and Paul sighed, dropping his mouth over the shaft, sucking in the most delightful snack he’d ever had. The clean smell of expensive soap mixed with the alluring appeal Adam offered invited Paul to indulge in a treat of sorts, a homecoming he enjoyed. 68
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Adam had a natural peppermint smell, or so Paul believed. Maybe it was because Paul thought Adam tasted like candy. He licked his dick and grinned. Yep, he tastes sweet all right. Looping his tongue around Adam’s size, he glanced up long enough to ask, “Good?” “Oh yeah, it’s good,” Adam replied, gripping the counter and gently rocking into Paul’s mouth. Paul had never liked the idea of sucking cock as much as he did now. Adam had changed a lot of things, including what he was willing to do with a man. He’d never given it a lot of thought before they hooked up for the first time, but now he found himself fantasizing about how many ways he could pleasure Adam…and how often. Paul rolled his lips over the tip. He pulled Adam’s length inside his mouth, working the skin under his tight suction while indulging in his salty excitement. Tapping his scrotum, Paul’s own penis stiffened when Adam whimpered. “Like that?” he asked, releasing him in order to nuzzle the tip. “Yeah, a lot,” Adam replied with a raspy growl. Paul went at him again and sucked harder, with more impatience, with true greed. If he liked the tap, he’d love going a little deeper. Paul didn’t wait. Adam needed to find his pleasure and he needed to do that now. Then Adam Taylor would know what it meant to be driven crazy by his lover. **** Adam swore as a tight sensation ripped through his sac. The vibes felt like Paul had gained complete control over his pleasure. One thing about it, he definitely had him by the balls. Paul lightly touched his scrotum. He caressed the right spot and at the same time drew him inside his hot mouth.
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The skills Paul obviously possessed drove his lust. Sure, he’d had blow jobs but those paled in comparison. Adam couldn’t recall a woman going at cock with near the commitment or aggression Paul used. Adam’s thighs bunched tight and he grabbed the base, trying to hold back his spill. He pressed his head against the cabinet behind him. Hell, that wasn’t going to work. Paul sucked harder, rising all the way to the tip, ran his tongue over the moist slit and fell over his dick again. Trying to pull out, he backed away as much as he could without the counter behind him stopping his full retreat. Paul stopped instantly and while smacking wet kisses along the underside of his cock, he said, “Do that again, and I’ll stop altogether, Adam. This is your pleasure. Let me show you what I can do for you.” His tone was guttural, loud, wicked, and too sexy for words. “You’re killing me here,” Adam said, almost ready to concede. “I’ve been accused of a lot of things, lover, but never sucking the life from a man. Let me show you. Give me some time. We’ve got a lot of that, don’t we?” Paul pressed his mouth to the wide head and flattened his tongue against the lower part of Adam’s shaft. He licked over the length before saturating Adam’s dick with moist approval. “Paul?” “Yes,” he looked up with a grunt and with a twisted smile, he added, “Do you need something?” Adam gripped his cock and moved it over Paul’s lips. “What do you think?” Pre-cum seeped onto Paul’s lip and he puckered. Then, he kissed the end. “Delicious. You’re mmm-hmm good.” A flicker of excitement gleamed in Paul’s eyes and Adam couldn’t help himself. He pushed against Paul’s head, forcing him to suck all the way to the base. “Oh my God yeah, that feels so good.” Paul’s cheeks inflated as Adam’s release found him. Quickly, he looked down watching the erotic show as Paul tried to keep the mouthful of his release without
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losing the suction he had. Somehow, he resisted gagging, even when his swallowing reflex should’ve inspired it. Instead, he made a gurgling sound. Adam tried to back away, and at least be somewhat considerate. Paul wouldn’t let him slip away. He gripped Adam’s hips and slurped. God help him, Paul did everything he could to keep Adam’s cock between his cheeks, drinking in his cum with a deliberate goal, an apparent need even Adam couldn’t comprehend. He must’ve wanted every drop. Burying himself in cock and pubic hair, Paul sighed, groaned, and man-o-man how he made one guttural sound after another. “Ah, yeah,” Adam whispered, watching him sip and lick. When their eyes met, Paul released his fly. When the top of his pants fell open, Adam’s mouth watered. Paul tugged at his own erection with such desperation, watching him with wide eyes like he dared him to move. “This is us, Adam,” he whispered. “Just us.” “You want me to watch?” Adam asked, continuing to move in and out of Paul’s mouth. He shook his head. Releasing him with a sudden pop, he said, “I want to taste you again, lover.” “Keep that up and your wish will be my command,” Adam said, wobbling around with nothing more to support him outside of his jelly legs. “Come here,” Paul said in a husky voice. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do since we’ve been together.” Paul stood and then tugged Adam down the hallway practically by his cock. The gesture didn’t hurt. In fact, it may have been one of the most sensual things Adam ever experienced. Paul’s hands cupped around Adam’s penis, and he began stroking and caressing. He pulled him forward, leading him around by the dick which quickly made Adam’s dick stand up and pay attention. Adam had stepped out of his pants at some point and willingly followed Paul to the guest bedroom like a cock-rocked pup, one desperate to mate.
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Losing his button-down, Paul stepped out of his shoes and then his pants. “Lose your shirt.” Standing nude, the men faced one another and Paul stepped into the lead. Paul gripped their cocks with rough hands, but managed to gently rub them together in something so erotic, Adam was ready to blow! The magnificent sensation shot a bolt of lust straight to Adam’s balls. “Sweet,” he whispered lowering his mouth to Paul’s. Paul grabbed Adam’s arm and tossed it over his back. Adam had watched a similar maneuver in movies but he’d never experienced something so sexy, it was like a prologue to the world’s most stimulating kiss and Paul could certainly smooch. Paul’s tongue found the perfect tempo, the best way to add a little French to their kiss, not that he needed anything extra to inspire creativity. He sucked and licked his tip and lips like he didn’t think there was anything better than Adam’s tongue and mouth. Maybe if Adam could keep his mouth on his, Paul wouldn’t see another client. He stilled, suddenly uninterested in kissing. Stalling occurred because anxiety rose like bile in the back of his throat. He had a job to perform tomorrow. If Paul found out, what would he think? Would he be angry? Would he feel as betrayed as Adam had felt when he first discovered what Paul really did for a living? Paul took a step backwards. He gripped Adam’s shoulders and pushed him on the bed. Straddling his middle, he caressed Adam’s belly with one hand and continued to rub his dick over Adam’s cock with the other. “You’re wearing me out here,” Adam said. “You could come on contact, couldn’t you, lover?” “You know it.” “I want you to wait this time,” Paul whispered. “For what?”
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“You’ll come when I do,” Paul said, shifting his position and turning his body sideways as he left Adam’s chest and found a softer place on the bed. “You mean?” “Don’t question it. Trust me, this works.” Adam rolled over to his side. His body stretched across the bed. With his head inches away from the headboard, Paul’s hips jerked forward and Adam pulled him in between his lips. Paul latched onto Adam’s hard penis once again. They both mumbled against the cock they sucked and each began moaning, carrying on a muffled communication of sorts. “Ah…” Paul released Adam long enough to cry out his approval right as his cum shot to the back of Adam’s throat. Adam’s hips jerked. He slapped an arm over Paul’s hips still sucking for guaranteed pleasure, refusing to let him back away. All he wanted was the first taste. Paul thrust his cock once more. Then he spun around, ready to get busy. Adam’s strokes became uneven. He fought for his release, grunting and moaning working for the climax. Without Paul’s cock to silence him, he screamed out when his pleasure found him. “Oh Paul, don’t stop. This is….wonderful….good, so good.” Adam tucked Paul under his body and towered over him. His back against the bed, Paul stretched his neck and kept taking Adam’s penis. “Coming, yes, there it is,” Adam said, thrusting his hips. His thighs bunched and his ass clenched tighter. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than Paul’s cock stroking his ass, plunging forward and taking him, claiming him, loving him. Paul didn’t swallow his release; instead he pulled and tugged Adam’s erection through his hand while nuzzling the tip and shaft with his cheek. “Ah yeah, drench me, lover. This is what I like. Wearing you is almost as sexy as tasting you.”
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Chapter Nine
An hour later, the phone rang and the intrusion interrupted their romantic dinner. “I’ll be right back,” Paul said running a playful hand through Adam’s hair when he walked past him. “Odd,” he mumbled, glancing at the caller ID. “Clients rarely call me here at home. I don’t give out this number.” “Hello, doll,” Paul said, recognizing his caller by the verified identification. “Paul, is that you?” Carla asked. He hung up the phone and hit the speaker option while filling his wine glass again. In order to give Adam a good dose of why he shouldn’t hide things from him, he wanted Adam to hear everything Carla said. Loud and clear. “Of course it is, darling. How are you?” “Well Paul, I’m very upset with you as a matter of fact,” she said. “Why sweetheart?” he hummed, stepping into the role of the concerned lover. “I sent you a referral and you passed her off to your roommate?” Paul glared across the room. Adam brought the fork to his lips and then squeezed a small piece of asparagus between his lips. That’s right, lover. Pretend you don’t know a thing. Paul took a few paces across the white carpeting in the dining room. He wanted to inch a little closer to Adam so he didn’t miss one second of his angst.
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He narrowed his gaze on the object behind the phone call. Adam hadn’t started squirming yet. But he would. “Carla, calm down sweetie. I’m sure there is some kind of misunderstanding.” Adam dropped his fork beside his plate. “Something wrong with the lasagna, Adam?” Paul raised a brow and then returned to his client. “Sorry about that, Carla. What were you saying?” Adam’s shoulders drooped and he pushed his plate back. Turning, he draped his arm over the back of the chair and stared at Paul. Sure, guilty as all hell. Bless his heart. Adam couldn’t have possibly seen this one coming. His plan to steal one of his clients ended in disaster….or so it would seem. “Go ahead, Carla. Tell me what sort of problems we have here. I give you my word. I can fix this.” “You can’t!” she screamed. “I wanted Suzanne and her husband to experience what I experience with you and now you…you referred her to someone who…who….” “Carla, calm down. Is your friend upset?” “No!” Paul narrowed his gaze on Adam. Let the games begin. “That’s a relief,” he muttered, playing the role far too well. “She’s talking about all sorts of crazy stuff like permanent attachments and whatnot. Your friend made her think he’s so interested in her and her husband that she’ll be heartbroken if they don’t work out in the end, you know?” “Damn. That’s a bummer. Gosh, Carla, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I should’ve prepared Adam for something like this; on the chance he ever tried something so stupid.” Now Adam looked angry. Anger was good. Fury sex worked well in some situations. “Carla, if you don’t mind my saying so, your friend sounds a little touched.” “She is touched Paul! That’s why I sent her and her husband to you!” “Thanks, I think.” Adam might as well start the dry heaves now. He looked green, solid lime. 75
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“Paul, listen to me. This gal, Suzanne? She’s my neighbor and she drives me totally crazy half the time. She’s convinced the only way to save her marriage is to bring in another partner. You know, for keeps.” “Did she tell Adam this?” Paul raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know! I referred her to you because you’d know how to handle her.” “Carla, that’s because I operate my business with a few guidelines in place in order to protect all of those involved. Your friend sounds like she needs someone who can keep her in line. I’ll talk to Adam. Tell him the rules. Show him the ropes. Everything will be fine, Carla.” “Rules?” Adam whispered. “What ropes?” Carla asked simultaneously. Carla was such a kinky little thing. “Rule number one: I don’t fuck quack-jobs. Rule number two, my clients always pay upfront and as long as they are paying, I don’t have a problem with fucking.” He eyed Adam watching for any visible signs of his distress. “And finally, rule number three? I require at least a month in between sessions.” Unless he decided to change rules number one and two, but the first one kind of stuck. He didn’t screw those with nuts and bolts rolling around in their twisted little heads. Of course, Mitch and Suzanne had a couple of issues but they were an odd pair, and the only exception to his so-called self inflicted rules. “Paul? Are you listening to me? Suzanne says she’s going to fall in love with him.” Paul took a deep breath. Okay, now Carla was taking their little act too far. Suzanne was the last person Paul would ever worry about falling in love. Mitch, on the other hand, was a different story. Forced to play along, Paul said, “Well then, I can certainly see where we might have a few problems.” ****
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Adam squirmed in his seat. Why did Suzanne’s friend have to call Paul? This didn’t make any sense. Didn’t folks in California believe in setting up their own engagements and following through with them without involving outside parties? Apparently not. Paul’s business seemed rich with referrals and secretaries who called to set up the screw sessions. How did he end up with the one client who had her best friend call to find out the details behind their appointment? After Paul took Carla off the speaker phone, he retrieved the cordless phone again and returned to the dinner table. Slanting his lips over Adam’s in the midst of a conversation, he said, “Someone has some explaining.” A chill ran up and down Adam’s spine. Lord help him, the last thing he wanted to do was fight with Paul. Maybe he could tell him it was a bad judgment call. Maybe he’d explain his jealousy got in the way of his ability to make a good decision. Paul strolled to the end of the dining table and took a seat. “Carla, let me get back to you. I’ll handle it, doll.” After a long pause he added, “You know I will, lover, and since you’ve been so traumatized by this event, the next time we’re together, I’ll make sure to add something special to the experience, okay?” She must’ve liked the sounds of his promises. Adam liked the sexy undertones in Paul’s voice too. The scratchy rasp held a slight hint of hunger and since Adam wanted to fuck later, he clung to the thought of their bodies slapping together rather than the pending argument. “Night, night, Carla. You too, love,” Paul sang. After he walked over to the kitchen and returned the phone to the cradle, he wheeled around to face Adam. “I know. Don’t say it. I shouldn’t have.” “You’re damn right you shouldn’t have,” Paul replied. Backing against the counter, he placed his palms on the copper drawer handles housing the flatware. He squeezed until his knuckles were white. Adam stared at his hands, and of course, his cock since the swell in Paul’s pants didn’t go unnoticed. “And you’re turned on by it?” Adam asked, grinning. 77
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“Yeah, admittedly, I am,” Paul said, quickly adding, “That doesn’t excuse your behavior. You went behind my back.” Adam stalked forward. “I have a way I can take care of—” Paul placed his hands in front of him. “Oh no you don’t, you can stay over there until I get a grip on how I deal with this.” “Until you what?” “Damn it, Adam, you’re turning my life inside out! Isn’t it enough that we’re finally together, like this? Do you have to come in here and disrupt my professional life too?” Adam felt the sting. “Disrupt?” Paul shook his head. “You know what, you’re acting like a jealous woman!” “No, I’m acting like a man who doesn’t want his lover sleeping all over town with anyone who can afford his price unless I can do it too!” “That makes a lot of sense, Adam!” “I don’t care if it makes sense! If you have a large mortgage on this place, a lifestyle you want to keep, then I’ll help you meet the bills. You’ll work less. We’ll have more time together and I won’t always be the one left behind!” Mitch and Suzanne had been right. Adam was going to have a hard time being the one cooking the meals, washing the dishes and staying at home. That’s why Paul wanted him to have a good look at the role of a male escort. Paul had staged the whole appointment thing, but Adam needed to know how a gigolo lived. Then, if all went well, he’d understand it wasn’t a life he could lead. The work wasn’t as glamorous as it seemed. “I’m not arguing with you about this. We found our way together but look, I have to admit, I’m not getting good vibes about us right now.” “You don’t have a good feeling about us because you want it both ways. You always have. “Paul, listen to me. I’m wealthy, maybe not rich enough for this lifestyle but I can certainly provide a nice life for us. I’ll support us. You can do whatever you want. Lay by the pool all day, shop until you can’t stand the sight of a sale rack. I don’t care!” 78
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Paul stared back at him and Adam instantly saw the truth he must’ve missed before. “This isn’t just about the money, is it?” Paul narrowed his gaze. “You had no right to check my beeper, return my phone calls or set up appointments with client referrals.” “Answer me,” Adam said, resigning himself to the fact Paul wasn’t ready to give up the career because he wasn’t going to give up the sex. The money was a perk. “I like entertaining people with money.” “I can support us!” “Oh really?” Paul said, laughing. “Is that right? You think momma and daddy will still hand you over a nice lump sum from the funeral home every month? Do you believe Kate will gladly send you a check when she realizes she doesn’t have a chance in hell of having those imaginary grandkids someday?” “I have investments, Paul. I live off those anyway.” “Uh-huh,” he said. “Can you afford a ten thousand dollar monthly mortgage?” “No, but it wouldn’t kill you to downsize.” “I don’t want to leave my home,” Paul waved his hand around the room. “Take a look around this place, Adam. Tennis courts, swimming lagoon—not just a pool but a damn garden—gates surrounding the property, state of the art media room, exercise gym, and six-car garage. You think I want to give that up?” “You didn’t grow up this way,” Adam reminded him. “No, I didn’t, but thanks to the career choice I made a long time ago, I can sure live how I choose now.” “It’s not about the money,” Adam said, shaking his head as Paul walked away. “It’s about the sex.” Paul reached the table, took his seat and picked up his fork. “And so what if it is? I don’t owe you an explanation. We’re testing the waters here, Adam. Don’t make waves we don’t need.” “Testing hell! I left my life behind, damn you. We’ve talked about this for two years and you never thought to mention details about your consulting duties?” 79
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“I never thought you’d pack up and leave momma’s shadow,” he snapped. “Sure, I had my fantasies but I never thought you’d actually do it!” “Do you want me to go back? I can always go home!” “Really?” Paul crossed his arms over his thick chest and said, “And what do you go home to now? Your mother and father are probably distraught. Mine were. You can’t expect things to be the same now.” “You don’t know my parents as well as you think, Paul. If I stay, Mom will want to come out here for a visit. She’ll embrace you like she always has.” “Great,” Paul groaned. “I can hardly wait.” “Do you want me to leave?” Paul shook his head. “I don’t want you to leave but understand, you aren’t here to change or organize my life. My life works just fine as-is.” “You enjoy taking one woman after another to your bed?” “I’m paid well,” he said, making excuses. “You don’t see a problem here? You’re oversexed. You’re self-absorbed,” Adam said, grabbing his wine goblet from the table and gulping the rest of his wine. “I am? You’re calling me self-centered?” “Yes. You always have been. It’s what you want and nothing else matters. The reason you wanted men for long-term relationships instead of women is because women require more effort.” “I wouldn’t say that,” Paul complained. “Then what is it? Why do you do this?” “You seem to have it all figured out, so go with what you think,” Paul suggested. Silence overshadowed the end of the heated conversation. “I’m going to put this in the fridge and save it for later,” he said, taking the tray of lasagna into the kitchen. After he’d sealed everything in tight containers, he walked upstairs without another word.
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Adam slipped into bed around four in the morning. He snaked his arm around Paul’s waist and held him. “I don’t want to argue with you,” Adam whispered. Paul kept his back to him. Thank God he didn’t come to bed looking for a continuation of their early argument. His pesky little designer used him for sex therapy and they’d fucked all day, then he’d enjoyed Adam—and he really savored their time together. But after a long day in the sack with one of New York’s most fashionable women, he’d discovered something he’d never anticipated. He had someone to go home to and he cherished the experience. Arguing with Adam wasn’t what he needed. He needed this. Adam’s arms around him, holding on tight. The beeper scooted across the flat surface around eight o’clock the next morning. Paul slapped his hand against the annoying device and groaned. With one eye open, he grunted but eventually grabbed the damn thing. It was too early for returning phone calls. Paul stared at the message and read the words a few more times before he made a decision. Adam truly wanted to know what it was like to live in his world. Why not finish the charade he’d put in motion? He thought about the possibilities and the potential outcomes. A client had once asked if he was gay and he readily admitted he was bi-sexual. She told him he would make a fortune if he’d find a suitable partner and allow others to watch. Maybe she’d
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been on to something; perhaps some of his kinkier clients would like to see him go at Adam. As quickly as he thought about the monetary possibilities, he shook off the idea. No, he wanted to build a relationship with Adam and that meant keeping what they shared private, to an extent. Mitch and Suzanne would join them some but overall, he didn’t want to share Adam…not with clients anyway. “Who paged you?” Adam said, rolling over. “It was for you,” he growled, tossing him the beeper. “What?” “Suzanne,” Paul snipped. “Carla Swan’s neighbor said she’ll be here around fourthirty…with her husband.” “I…uh…” “Don’t worry about it,” Paul said. “You don’t know your way around town yet. I assumed you’d use this place for your so-called first date. Besides, after talking to Carla, I’d feel better if you were here.” “Are you going to be here?” Adam asked nervously. “I wish,” he whispered. “I have a client in town from Atlanta. A professional sports player wants me to entertain his gal while he bumps with a few gal pals from the hood. His words, not mine.” “Some professional player hired you to take his woman out?” “Yeah and get this, if I can get her in bed, it’s a ten thousand dollar bonus.” “Wait a second, he hired you to take her out and then will slap a bonus your way if you can fuck her?” “You got it. He’s planning on marrying her, unless she screws me.” “You gotta be kidding,” Adam said, laughing. “I see all types,” Paul confessed. “Now, you and I need to have a chit-chat. There are some ground rules you need to set. I try to live by them. First and foremost, since we’re together now, I don’t want you kissing another man, are we clear?” “Kissing?” 82
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“Or fucking one, but we both know you aren’t really into that so I’ll leave it at kissing.” “And that includes giving head, I take it?” “Damn straight.” Paul leaned down and tilted his chin upward. “I sleep around with women. If their husbands or boyfriends want to watch, I don’t have a problem with it but if their men want to join and I have someone I’m committed to, it’s a deal breaker. I have plenty of women to keep my business profitable.” “I’m sure. Suzanne’s husband is watching then?” “Carla seems to think the husband has an interest in joining as well. Did you discuss terms or payment?” “Suzanne asked me if I’d charge her what you charged Carla. I told her I’d operate under the same terms.” “Okay, we can work with that.” Adam snatched his pants from a nearby chair and slid into hide-tight denim blues with the knees cut out. “I told her anything goes for an additional five grand and she said she’d wire the funds into my account. They should be there by now.” Paul had just started for the shower but he changed directions. “You upped the price five grand?” Adam shrugged. “I guess she wants me to do her upside down and twist her pretty little legs like a pretzel while I’m doing it. Who knows, right?” “I do,” Paul said, his cheeks bright red with fury. “Adam, she’s planning on watching you with her husband.” He swallowed tightly. “Well I’ll call her and back out. Here.” Adam held the pager in one hand and his cell in the other. “If this makes you uncomfortable, then I’ll call and cancel.” Paul took the phone away from his ear and snapped it shut before he covered Adam’s hand with his own. “I don’t operate like that, Adam. See, you should’ve discussed this with me. I cater to a very affluent group of individuals. They expect to
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get what they pay for and I imagine, with an extra five grand kicked in, these two today are expecting a lot of bang for their bucks.” **** That afternoon, Adam decided Paul had been right. He’d acted like a woman, a young woman, barely out of her teenage years and uncertain about anything and everything. He deserved this anxiety. He really did. He rubbed his clammy palms against his jeans, snatched up his cell and hit send. “Yeah?” Paul answered right away. “They’re still not here.” Adam gave an update, the fourth in the last twenty minutes. “You know what? I’m not surprised. Traffic is hellish today. I’ve passed several accidents and I’m not even on the freeway yet.” Adam wanted to scream like Kate Winslet had in Titanic. Come back! Come back! He didn’t bother releasing a lame imitation. Paul had somewhere he needed to be and Adam had a job to do. “Adam, few folks are cut out for this life,” Paul said. “It’s just one of the reasons I’m paid well for what I do.” “I could date the professional player’s woman. Hell, it might work out better for her in the end. I probably wouldn’t fuck her.” “For ten grand kicked in as a bonus, oh she’s screwed, hon.” “You might enjoy it more if you took on my—” A loud chime filled the house and Adam’s breath caught in his chest. “Sounds like company,” Paul said softly. “Are you okay?” “Sure,” Adam piped. “It’s just another day at the office.” “Uh-huh, do me a favor and keep those two out of our bedroom. The upstairs of our place is like Graceland. It’s off-limits to the curious and sacred ground now that you and I share a bed there.” 84
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Adam felt warmed by Paul’s words. Adam thought of their relationship as precious territory and Paul felt the same. Hell, Adam had known it all along. For some reason, he’d allowed his uncertainty to weigh in and now he faced the consequences, head on. The loud bell sounded out again. Great. Not only did he have to face his own insecurities, he had to open the door and let an aggressive over-sexed woman plow him over with some of her own. He walked across the marble floor in the foyer and opened the door to the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. And her husband wasn’t half-bad either.
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With the introductions out of the way, Adam felt more at ease. Suzanne was an interior designer, a successful one from what her husband said. If the Lamborghini in the driveway provided proof, they weren’t hurting for cash. Suzanne’s husband, Mitch, looked like the epitome of a playboy with nothing to do except follow his wife around. Adam discovered he had a few expensive hobbies. He liked golf and spent a lot of time at Pebble Beach at one of their oceanfront homes. Mitch also had a yacht but he kept it somewhere in Greece. Adam didn’t ask questions. If they covered boating as a topic, they’d prove—as if proof were needed— they lived way beyond Adam’s economic league. After he made martinis for everyone, Suzanne suggested swimming, to loosen up. Adam liked the idea. The California sun proved its worth and couldn’t have been shining brighter. He wanted to swim…away from his clients. They weren’t bad folks, only different and eager to explore their sexuality. Adam found a little comfort in what they told him and the more they chatted, the more at ease he felt. Through Paul, Adam had already discovered more about himself and his own needs. Suzanne and Mitch were looking at him for much the same thing only they were willing to pay him to teach them. “So, anyway,” Suzanne chirped. “I knew Mitch was gay when I married him, but I wanted him and Daddy made it possible, didn’t he honey?” She patted his arm.
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Wait a minute. Adam froze when he turned around to face them again. What had he missed here? He’d been so caught up in retrieving large beach towels from the comfortable lanai that he shut her out. It didn’t take a lot because Suzanne liked to talk. Maybe he should’ve paid closer attention. What a fucking mistake! He needed to remember they were paying for his time and his job was to listen, then act on their desires. Only they apparently planned to make a lot of demands. Adam wasn’t sure if he was the right one to service them. “So you’re uh…” Suzanne laughed. “Oh come on now. Surely you didn’t think he was straight! I mean look at him,” Suzanne ran her fingers over his sides and then hugged him tight. “He’s perfect, flawless really.” She licked her bottom lip and stepped back, gripping Mitch’s forearms. She had a point. Mitch looked made-to-order and was exceptionally handsome. His dark complexion wasn’t wrinkled or splotched by the sun and he had dark chocolate eyes, the kind flashing lust right around the rims. Manicured nails gave everything away, as if the earring in his right ear didn’t insinuate a lot. Adam watched as Mitch raised his loose-fitting shirt over his head and gasped for air when he saw the washboard belly. He was toast. Whatever rules Paul wanted him to follow were made for one purpose…so he could break them. Handed down as an order or not, those guidelines were going to be mighty hard to follow. As suddenly as he made room for lust, his heart shattered in a million pieces. Could he really betray Paul so easily? He hoped not. God, he hoped not. “Now, for the good part.” Suzanne said, cocking her head and biting down on her forefinger. She quickly turned to Mitch. “Undress me.” Mitch shot Adam a knowing stare. He undoubtedly understood that if Adam lived there with Paul, he had been with a man a few times. Since Paul’s growing client list included a lot of men and women who had visited his home in the past as guests, not necessarily as clients, they understood he had certain preferences.
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Mitch locked gazes with Adam, keeping him in his focus as he undressed Suzanne. Adam needed to get a quick grip on things and Mitch wasn’t making it easy. Suzanne had the money; she undoubtedly paid for this experience. Evidently, she provided the means because she didn’t want to be left out. The trouble he’d have was his own conscience. He wouldn’t take breaking Paul’s rules lightly. Mitch looked hungry and Adam’s bottom clenched when Mitch’s eyes drifted over him like he couldn’t wait to begin their rendezvous. After Mitch left Suzanne exposed, his lips fell to her neck. It reminded Adam of a clip from an old vampire movie. He licked at her protruded veins and lapped at her ear, whispering a few sweet nothings to her in French. Suzanne giggled and Mitch turned her to face him. Suzanne whirled back around with her palms upward and said, “Ta-da, what do you think?” Nice, he mused. Pierced nipples and large breasts. Adam’s own nipples throbbed and he tried not to look overly eager after her display. “Well?” she waited. She gave each loop a simultaneous pull. Adam moved closer and dropped his head to her chest. “Let me get a better look,” he whispered, licking the little nubbins and the jewelry attached to them. He cupped her breasts and lavished her with what he was sure a woman like Suzanne would describe later as adoration. She leaned against Mitch, her right arm draped behind her shoulders and she looped her arm around Mitch’s neck in the process. “Ah, yes, just like I imagined,” she cooed. “Get me out of this thong, Mitch,” she barked after a few moments of Adam’s tongue swiping at her perfectly beaded gems. Mitch placed his hands at her waist and fingered the strings of her bathing suit. Before he removed the thong-style swimsuit, he reached around her and with a flat palm slid his hand down the front. “Finger me,” she requested softly. Her hips rocked forward and when she swayed closer, Adam gasped.
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Mitch’s hand was trapped between her pussy and Adam’s cock. Glancing up at Mitch, Adam ran his tongue slowly over the nipple rings, biting playfully at the shape of the small ornaments. She moaned when Mitch’s hand slid completely under her and his fingers dipped out of sight. Adam enjoyed the way her nipples beaded harder against the flat surface of his tongue. Mitch’s hand slid up and down as he worked his fingers inside of her, bumping against Adam’s shaft each time. “You have to let him finger me, Mitch.” Adam kissed his way up and across her chest. He suckled her neck and stopped at her ear. When he paused, Mitch’s mouth was slanted over his. No kissing. Paul said no kissing. He should’ve felt a surge of guilt but he didn’t have time. Mitch slapped his mouth over his, leading the kiss and removing his hand from Suzanne’s pussy at the same time. He cupped Adam’s balls, making his cock harder, more erect, and throbbing for the attentive strokes. Every nerve ending in his body came alive. Suzanne cleared her throat and her gesture came as a gentle reminder. Adam let his hand wander. He tweaked her nipple, pulling at one golden ring while Mitch held him against his mouth, his lips dipping and searching and his tongue—oh God help him, his tongue was the problem—probing its way deep into his mouth and damn near reaching his tonsils. “His tongue drives me wild,” Suzanne said. “He can kiss me into an orgasm.” I bet. Adam resisted the urge to compliment. It was one thing to indulge, quite another to enjoy the act completely. Moaning, she parted her legs and placed her palms on Adam’s shoulders. She squeezed his forearms while her pussy clenched around his searching fingers. Mitch mumbled something to him in French. The words sounded like a wanton promise of delicious activities and Adam was game. Paul wouldn’t mind so much once he saw the money these two were willing to spend. Besides, if he found this much
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pleasure in them, maybe he’d never have a need for another client. Perhaps, he’d work part-time and be content with the income. Easing away from his lips, Mitch pointed to the lanai. “Would you join us over there or do you prefer to swim?” “Mitch,” she whined. “You promised.” “I did, didn’t I?” he said, jerking her away from Adam, his fingers leaving her abruptly. “And I’ll keep my promise,” he said. “Wait for him in the pool.” Aggressive now, Mitch placed his palms against Adam’s ears holding him with spread fingers like many athletes would hold a basketball. Adam stared at Mitch and his cock twitched. “Step away from the shorts,” he growled. “I want to feel you before she does,” Mitch demanded with a hungry growl. The surprising lust Adam had for this stranger wasn’t something he wanted to experience. He loved Paul. He’d always loved him, but this was something he couldn’t explain. He was so turned on by Mitch and his wife. Could he love Paul and still need this type of experience? Mitch backed away and studied Adam’s cock. “You’re going to let me fuck you, aren’t you?” “Is that what you want, man?” he asked, the macho lingo rolling off his tongue before he thought much about the perception he might give his clients. “I want you to be my bitch and for some reason, at the same time, I’m damn eager to be yours. Can you understand what I’m saying here?” Oh, how I understand! “Mitch!” Suzanne cried, now floating gloriously around the water. “You promised me. This is still about me!” “Great,” Mitch moaned. “It’s always about her.” Adam slipped his tongue in between Mitch’s lips before he deserted him altogether. Adam cupped the side of Mitch’s face when they parted and he said, “Tell you what, let’s get her drunk and then fuck like wild animals.”
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He couldn’t believe he’d said that. What the hell was he thinking? What the hell was he doing? “You’re on,” Mitch whispered. “But I’ll warn you. She’s not a cheap drunk.” “There’s a stocked bar in the lanai,” Adam said. “We’ll keep the drinks coming.” **** Suzanne floated to the side of the pool. She pressed her chest against the cool concrete and her nipples were instantly erect when she backed away again. She watched Adam as he tried his hand at seducing Mitch. He wondered if she found the act erotic watching another man come on to her husband. “You know,” she said, like she may have read his mind. “My father has given me everything I’ve ever wanted—a hefty allowance to live on until I made my own way—” “Suzanne is one of the most sought after interior designers in the world,” Mitch informed him proudly, interrupting her and saving her from boasting about her own accomplishments. Adam had a feeling she would have proudly told him anyway. “She gained her success by riding the wave of the new steampunk trend. Sometimes she says we share a steampunk relationship.” “Is that right?” Adam asked, raising a brow and dipping his toes in the pool. “Yes,” she said. “I dress him up in old world attire and then he pretends he’s a romantic hero in a novel I’ve recently read. He likes parading around in costume. I discovered him, you know.” “Really? And how’s that?” Adam asked, finding it strange that she talked of Mitch like he wasn’t even present. "He used to live in San Francisco. He modeled vintage clothing, and had a love-hate relationship for print modeling since everyone who met him in the business immediately stuck him in old military uniforms. “Photographers loved him. He had a certain look they wanted. They said he always looked like he could fuck his way through a receiving line of women dressed in their 91
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Victorian gowns. His full pouty lips, haunting eyes, and defined jaw made a photographer’s job easier all the way around. They didn’t have to use a lot of makeup. He just walked onto a set and the cameras started rolling.” “Suzanne wanted me because now she has a model whenever she needs one, a lover when she’s prepared to spend half a day coaxing, and a commitment until either of us want to break it.” Adam wondered if that’s what he had with Paul, at least to some degree. Neither of them would need coaxing to perform but were they committed until one of them chose to break the rules? Like now, as an example? Suzanne wore the pants in their relationship, no doubt about it. Who wore them in his relationship with Paul? In some ways, he was starting to believe, perhaps he did. “Anyway,” Suzanne continued. “I wanted a large family, complete with a nanny around to chase our offspring. Mitch can’t give me what I need.” Adam gulped. The way she looked at him then left him a little concerned. Did she want him to become her sperm donor or something? Trying to push aside inhibitions and focus on Mitch, Adam touched Mitch’s cheek and kissed him tenderly. “Oh that’s sexy,” Suzanne said from the water. “I’d love a part of that kiss.” Adam wanted her to stay put, watch and learn but another part of him wanted a taste of her intoxicating mouth too. Maybe they could all kiss at the same time. “Adam darling, remember who pays the bills here,” she sounded like a woman in control, but apparently she didn’t have much if her father had to pay a man to sleep with her, and worse—marry her. Mitch pushed Adam away. “I’m paid twenty thousand a month. It’s not a bad gig being married to Suzanne. I receive direct deposits each and every month from her father’s corporation and I’ve never stepped the first foot into his insurance office, not once.”
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Maybe so but that twenty grand a month came at a price. Could Mitch possibly be happy with their arrangement? Before he judged, he thought of his situation with Paul. Could he be happy with their current setup? “Well that money came easily until here recently. Daddy made a very haughty request, if you ask me.” Mitch started grinding against Adam’s thigh, reaching for his cock as he moved. Suzanne continued talking. “He told Mitch if he ever caught him with his cock buried in a man’s ass, all bets were off. The money would stop. Daddy doesn’t go back on his word so that’s why we called you.” She splashed them with a humongous wave. “Come join me?” Obediently, like a bought man should, Adam went to her, working a swagger as he moved closer and closer. In passing, he snatched a small plastic bag from a nearby lounge chair. “What’s that?’ she asked. “Toys,” Adam said. “I don’t fuck with condoms,” she told him. “I don’t fuck without them,” Adam informed. “And I’m a lot better when I suit up to play in the puddle, I promise.” He gave her a good visual sweep. Thank God she wasn’t bad looking. If he had to force the attraction, he might be in some serious trouble. As he approached the pool, she made her way to the steps. Giggling, for whatever reason, she said, “I did a few lines of coke on our way over here. Mitch disapproves, as always but he doesn’t understand why I need drugs to get through my day.” He shot Mitch a quick glance. “I don’t either, if you want me to be honest here. Look at you. My God, you’re beautiful. What could be so bad that you have to use substances to get through your days?” “Well,” she said, dryly. “Let’s just say Mitch and I bring each other a great deal of pain and while we make one another happy at times, there are some things a woman can’t cope with and—” 93
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“She blames herself because I’m a gay married man.” “I see,” Adam said, leveling his voice in order to show some measure of compassion. In truth? He didn’t have a lot. Mitch was bought and paid for, an apparent choice he made of his free will. “He had never been with a woman before we met. I’ve had to make a lot of adjustments too, you know.” Adam could only imagine. She paid a steep price to trap a man who apparently didn’t want her. “You can’t justify drug use, beautiful.” He dropped his bag of tricks on the concrete patio and then jumped into the lukewarm water. She moistened her painted red lips and after the way she stared at him, his balls drew tight. The sudden connection he felt with her was unexplainable. He was attracted to her physically but he didn’t expect the jolt of a cold fire slapping against his flesh when he made his way toward her. She wrapped her hand around his cock with a damning undertaking. Playfully, after she performed a rapid hand-job, she swam away. He ducked his head under water and when he resurfaced, he motioned for her. Maybe his come-and-get-me-going gesture would gain a quick reaction. “Mitch has a problem with showing his appreciation,” she said, her eyes darting toward her husband. “He rarely initiates sex, unless he’s had a day of chatting online with gay men or spends his day watching movies.” Mitch stretched out on a nearby chair, apparently unconcerned with their pending conversation. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. He’d taken the time to drag the lounger closer to the pool like he planned to watch as the lone and attentive audience but when his knees bent, Adam realized he was there for more than the private show. Mitch provided additional temptation. One look at Suzanne’s face, and the provoked lust they stirred inside him hit an all-time high. His desire for this couple wouldn’t go unsated.
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Suzanne swam into Adam’s arms, bracketing them around his neck at once. While she embraced him, Adam had the freedom to look up Mitch’s towel. Good Lord, the man was a god. Mitch was gorgeous and what he could see of his dick and balls made Adam’s mouth water. He hoped he wasn’t drooling. Suzanne mumbled against his nape and he wrapped his arms completely around her. Mitch moved the towel back and showed off his flaccid length. He’d been hard before when they’d touched one another but for some reason, he’d lost his erection. If it turned him off to watch another man take his wife, then maybe Adam should proceed with caution. “Mitch, everything okay over there?” Mitch nodded. “As good as it gets right now. You keep doing what you’re doing. I’ve got what you need when you’re all done.” Suzanne turned around. She wiggled her bottom and pressed it against Adam’s hip. “Don’t worry, he’ll like it. It takes a lot to get him hard and ready to fuck…or at least, I have a problem.” After feeling Mitch earlier, Adam didn’t think he’d face the same obstacle. Adam caressed Suzanne’s body. He moved his hands over her breasts and gently squeezed her nipples. She parted her legs and her hand went to her pussy. “Are you going to fuck yourself, baby?” Mitch asked her, tilting his glass and taking a sip of the dark liquor splashing around in the glass. She squeezed her legs around her own hand and by the way she shifted her body, Adam could tell her fingers were locked inside her folds. He pulled her to the side of the pool and encouraged her to sit on the steps. “What are you doing?” she asked, abruptly stopping her hand rotation. “Taking care of you,” Adam promised. He grabbed his bag of tricks and pulled out a dildo. Her eyes widened with acknowledgement and excitement. “You don’t believe in carrying anything small, do you?” she reached for his cock and he backed away. “Not yet,” Adam said. 95
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“Adam, that shit doesn’t work with her,” Mitch said. “You wouldn’t know, now would you?” she snapped. Mitch winked and shrugged. “When it comes to pleasing you, more than you might think.” Adam led her to the top step, pulling her away from the deeper water found in the heart of the pool. He walloped her pussy with the thick rubber shaft and then played with her, rubbing the shape across her bare mound. Working for her arousal, he dipped the tip inside her walls, just enough to let her know she’d been penetrated by his toy. She spread her legs more, placing her hands on her kneecaps and rolling her hips to capture the object. “You want this cock?” Adam asked, rubbing himself against her hand. She grabbed him. “Do you have to ask?” He let her touch him. Her dainty fingers locked around his size and he closed his eyes, indulging in the feel of an engaging hand job. When she sped up the process, he tapped the end of his waterproof toy and shoved it deeper. Her pussy flared at the opening and he loved the way her body naturally milked the dildo, drawing it inside. “Oh Adam!” she cried out. “Take it,” Adam growled, lingering over her lips but not offering a kiss. Damn, Paul never mentioned how much he’d enjoy this new profession. He felt in control of his life. For the first time in a long time, he enjoyed his work. No wonder Paul didn’t want to give up his day job. Did it get any better than this? She stretched, tilting her chin toward him and the veins in her neck pulsed with her lust. She panted as she pulled him harder and faster with a strenuous attempt to bring about his release. Adam was going to blow but he wouldn’t do it with her hand driving him regardless of how much he enjoyed her, and he certainly enjoyed the way she yanked his cock. Hunger existed in her eyes now and she snapped her knees together.
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“Come!” she screamed but he couldn’t lose it that easy, not yet. He dipped his head and locked his lips over her nipple, flicking the little gold band fitted around her stimulated nipple. She screamed again and her body writhed as he worked the dildo still higher, pushing it into her body and then pulling it out again just so he could thrust it inside her once more. When she started her final freefall, he hovered over her mouth. “You want my dick, don’t you?” he teased, the diabolical tone alarming him as much as he apparently alerted her. She trembled in his arms and he jiggled Suzanne’s new little friend right at her entrance. “Do you want to fuck me, doll?” He tried to sound sexy and confident, as much like Paul as possible. Breathless, the only thing Suzanne could do was nod. “Okay, let’s go inside,” Adam growled against her ear, removing the overworked dildo from her pussy. “We’ll be more comfortable.” When he left the water, Mitch was there. He tossed Adam a white terrycloth towel and wrapped his arms around Suzanne, draping a thick, orange robe around her at the same time. She shivered in his arms and whipped around to face Adam. A light came on in her eyes and for a moment, she looked furious. “You didn’t like it?” Adam asked. “Your cock is what I wanted but I imagine you’re like he is, you have something against pussy don’t you?” “I’ll let you decide that for yourself,” he said, snapping her hip with his towel in passing. “Where are we going?” she asked. “Follow me, baby cakes,” he said, remembering how Paul addressed his women. “I’ll show you how a man pleases a perfect woman’s pussy. And I’ll promise you this. You won’t leave my bed until you’re one hundred percent satisfied.”
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Chapter Twelve
Adam never bothered paying attention to the artistic detail in the guest bedroom until he was entertaining there. The massive canopy bed looked like something from the eighteenth century and the gadgets there were quite unique. The same furniture designer must’ve created the miniature figurines and the goldplated statues scattered about the room. They looked like throwback items from yesteryear but at the same time incorporated modern upgrades. The most interesting thing he noticed was a life-sized rubber doll dressed in petticoats and a lovely Victorian dress. The doll’s breasts looked as real as the tits Suzanne flashed earlier, not that Adam was a breast-fellow. He liked flat discs as opposed to luscious mounds. Against the back wall, a wooden bar with eight barstools invited a peculiar audience and it only took Adam a few moments to ascertain why Paul might have chosen to place a bar, without the stocked liquor nearby, in the bedroom. This room was designed for spectators and he imagined many of them made watching the bedroom gymnastics a favored sport. Next to the bar, a dated piano with ivory keys invited the capable musician. After he gave the décor a second thought, he decided every room in the house offered something for the eccentric guests who visited there. He suddenly understood why Paul wasn’t eager to vacate the property in search of a downgrade.
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Adam tried to remember he wasn’t following the crowd but rather entertaining a couple paying him for an erotic performance. It proved harder than what he’d anticipated. Adam found Mitch irresistible and ironically, he was drawn to Suzanne. He had enjoyed toying with her, watching her breasts rise and fall as he shoved the dildo into her cunt, allowing her to trap his hand in between her soft thighs. She had her quirks, no doubt, but he’d work out the kinks. Then again, he knew at least one man who was under her thumb. Perhaps she was looking for two. “Can I get either of you another drink?” “I need a bump,” Suzanne said. “Excuse me, a what?” Adam asked. Suzanne laughed. “You are so darling, Adam. In Tennessee have you ever heard of cocaine or do you boys just smoke dope?” “Actually, I like to party but I want to wake up the next day and revisit the memories. I like to remember what I do. I don’t do drugs, Suzanne and I don’t think Paul would appreciate it if they were used in his home.” “You heard him, Suzanne,” Mitch said moving by her. “It’s alcohol or nothing at all.” He stood next to Adam and placed his palms on his shoulders. “Tell you what. You fix her a drink and bring me a bottle of water. Sound good?” He winked. Perfect. Adam disappeared and like the good little host, he gave his guests a few moments of privacy. **** Adam tried to call Paul. Voicemail took the call both times so he tossed the phone to the counter and paced the floor. He wanted to see how Paul weighed in on the Mitchconnection, if he had an opinion. Oh shoot, who was he trying to fool here? Paul would put his slant on things, if not a damper. He had his reasons for keeping a female client
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base and most likely wanted Adam to follow suit because of what they were starting to build together. After preparing a martini, Adam grabbed two bottles of spring water from the refrigerator and made his way down the hall. He heard the delicious sounds of sex coming from the spare room and he peered inside. Spying on them, as if they’d care, came easy. Suzanne had her hand on a bar stool and Mitch was driving into her ass. He raised his arm high in the air and spanked her as he fucked. “Harder,” she screamed. Her voice wracked with a pleasure so perverse, his cock sprang to life. He looked down at the towel covering him and smiled. His dick apparently saw all of this coming because it paid more attention now than before. He was aroused, turned on by two strangers fucking in his lover’s home. Mitch leaned over her body and pulled at her nipple ring. Her nipples were so red he saw them glowing from the door. Mitch wasn’t gentle as he mashed her against the wooden surface, trapping his hand under her body. She looked like she liked it rough. If not, Adam would’ve stopped all of this but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t do much more than stare at their erotic display of hard core thrashing. Suzanne bucked against Mitch and he chanted his French promises, although it sounded like he cursed her. He reared back, parted his feet and gripped her hips. Then, he moved her. How in the hell he managed it, Adam didn’t know but he slid his arms up her torso, kept his cock buried inside of her and moved them to the bed, the wooden stool crashed to the floor. “Mitch! Stop a minute,” she pleaded once he positioned her on the bed. “No way, baby. Your ass is mine!” He thrust his cock in between her cheeks and grunted as he hammered into her bottom. “Stop Mitch, slow down, you’re ripping me apart!” she cried and he withdrew. Thankfully, he stopped. Adam wasn’t going to watch a woman take it up the ass if she wasn’t comfortable with anal sex.
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Whimpering, she rolled over and stared at him. “What is wrong with you?” she spat. “You’ve never been so rough!” Her eyes darted to the door and she spotted him. “Adam?” “I uh…” He walked inside and handed Mitch a bottle of water. Stupid move. Like Mitch wanted to stop right in the midst of fucking his rocks off and take a swig of H2O! Politely—regardless of how ridiculous it was—he accepted it, twisted the cap off and took a swig. With a devilish smile, he squeezed the center of the container and a slosh of water spilled across Suzanne’s breasts. “Mitch!” she squealed. “Come on baby, get nasty with me,” he hummed, licking her pointed nipples. “Let me fuck your sweet bottom until I come.” Adam assumed she wasn’t much for taking a hard cock in the tail but he took a chance and asked anyway. “Suzanne, do you let Mitch fuck your ass a lot?” Thank goodness he’d never known a woman quite like her. If he had met Suzanne, or someone like her, there might have never been an Adam and Paul. She locked her teeth over her bottom lip. “I allow him on special occasions. I don’t particularly like it.” “Then you’ve come to the right place,” he said, unable to stop the proposition after seeing the hard way Mitch fucked his wife. “See, I happen to love it.” Mitch snarled. “She does too but she just can’t get off as easy and that’s where the problem lies.” Adam had her pegged about right. “Selfish lover, are you?” Mitch shrugged. “Aren’t all women?” No, they weren’t but he didn’t bother correcting Mitch. Instead, he thought about Paul then. Suzanne and Paul would’ve made quite the pair. They were a lot alike. A quick, passing image flickered in the back of his mind. Paul couldn’t even suck his cock without pulling at his own dick. Even when Paul was limp in his own hand, he worked at pleasing himself as much as bringing Adam pleasure.
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Adam didn’t mind. They were still new lovers enjoying the many stages of early exploration. “Why don’t you kneel here?” Suzanne suggested, patting the bed. “Come on now, you can stay here next to me and let me watch you can’t you?” “Are you sure this is what you want, Suzanne?” Mitch asked, smirking before biting out a reminder. “I think you said you paid for an anything goes session.” Adam raised an eyebrow and turned toward Mitch. Unable to keep his hands off of him when he saw the liquid excitement slip from Mitch’s dick, he kissed his lips and then traced his mouth with the pad of his thumb. “What does she want most?” “You may not like what she has in mind,” Mitch warned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Adam asked backing away from the nipping and petting. “I want you to eat my pussy while Mitch is fucking you in the ass.” Adam swallowed hard. He focused on the pretty little rings encasing the soft and delicate points and considered a great obstacle. He revisited his recent past. He’d seldom worried about STDs until he had his first shocking discovery. Reflecting on Marsha, he remembered how he had felt when she told him she not only had a husband but he also had several gay lovers. Around the same time, she informed him of her secrets. She made several stops at various beds throughout the month. His was only one of maybe nine. “We’re disease free,” Suzanne said proudly, almost as if her confession was an earned badge of honor. “I mean, you’re being paid to satisfy your end user. I assume you want happy customers to refer clients to you since you’re…new to the business.” “How did you—” “Carla can’t keep anything to herself. She called and told me all about you.” Mitch kept his hand working at maintaining his erection. “Suzanne, really now, do you have to make so many demands this time?” “Have you ever eaten a woman’s pussy, Adam?” “Yeah, I have.” 102
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“But you prefer a little beefcake to puddin’ pie, I take it?” she pressed, rubbing the ball of her hand over her mound. He watched her. What would Paul do in this situation? According to him, his clientele expected certain things and since they were willing to pay for what they wanted, Paul gave it to them. “You got that right but a sweet little pussy like yours is bound to delight any man’s palate.” “It does,” Mitch said. “I’d rather lick her than fuck her.” What a horrible thing for a man to say to his wife. Adam eased over to the nightstand and pulled out all sorts of neat items. He tossed the lube on the bed along with several condoms and a few body flavorings. Sheathing himself, Mitch said, “I’m going to want you to fuck me too. I’ve always been versatile when I’m intimate with men.” “He hasn’t been with a man since we’ve been together,” Suzanne quickly said, but her eyes darted everywhere and Adam didn’t buy it. Mitch added, “Her daddy made it impossible to find any extra-curricular activities and while she says she doesn’t mind if I have a lover, he’s a stubborn old fellow. Suzanne’s father watches me like a hawk when I’m not around his beautiful daughter.” After the nervous small talk stopped, Adam was on the bed with his happy couple. They kissed, he watched. Adam kissed her and Mitch observed. Then, she backed away from them and watched them fondle one another, their mouths close enough to indulge in an erotic smooch but more seductive because they lingered a breath away from taking it. When Mitch left the bed, he snatched the lube and grabbed Adam’s ankle. For a couple that claimed innocence in threesomes, they didn’t have a problem taking control. Adam was on his knees in a matter of seconds. Mitch parted his cheeks using the lube, pointing the tip at his rectum. Mitch squirted the cool component into his ass. Suzanne spread her legs, tore open a packet of body flavoring with her teeth and handed it to Adam. “Decorate me. Put this wherever you want to lick,” she hummed.
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Stretched out in between her legs, Adam was mesmerized. There was something wrong with the way he reacted to them. He found a strange familiarity he hadn’t expected to find with strangers. He was too comfortable with his clients, something he decidedly shouldn’t feel since their time together was about the job rather than the pleasure they allowed him. The alluring smell of sex lingered around him. The concoction of sweat and fruity lubricants enticed him to greedily submerge body parts in delicious potions. Adam covered her inner thighs and cunt with a thick layer of strawberry cream lotion. He took the first easy swipe the full length of her opening and at the same time, Mitch plunged right between his cheeks. **** Paul hated lying to Adam. He shuddered to think what Adam might do after he discovered the truth about Mitch and Suzanne. He’d taken a huge risk by incorporating such a delicate game, such an erotic charade. He hoped the time he spent devising his plan was worth it in the end. Mitch was important to Paul and Suzanne had grown on him. Paul wasn’t willing to let them go just because Adam decided to become a bigger part of his life. Sure, he’d hoped for such an event but who would’ve thought he would’ve followed him back to California? Certainly not Paul. For over a year, Mitch and Suzanne had been a big part of his life and now, he was forced with the realization that he might have to let them go. He’d been sick about it. Since Adam adamantly and vocally opposed Paul’s career, Mitch thought of a bright idea, something to resolve all of his problems. If Adam fell for Mitch and Suzanne, and by the looks of things he had, things would be much simpler for all of them. Keeping Mitch and Suzanne in his life while bringing Adam into his home and their lives worked better for everyone. That is, if Adam though so as well. 104
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Mitch’s plan to use Adam’s insecurities against him was brilliant. Adam had a sense of adventure and like Paul, he had a small jealousy streak too. Using both to their advantage, Mitch and Paul had set Adam up perfectly and Adam, poor fellow, fell right into the program before they had all the plans in place. Paul lowered his car window, took a deep breath of fresh air and hit the code on the keypad. The security gates parted ways and he drove through them, headed for home. Thank goodness the pro player’s gal decided she only wanted to suck his cock. She’d really turned him off with her oversized fake tits and her cry-baby demeanor. A first time for everything, the chick even cried the whole time her jaws had been tight around his shaft and after he adamantly told the gal he would prefer it if they didn’t have sex, of any kind—including oral sex—she’d insisted and angrily suggested that if he didn’t let her have his dick, she’d tell her boyfriend. Go figure. Either way, she’d probably tell on herself and find herself tabloid news week after next, because her superstar boyfriend would indeed, dump her. Paul grunted when he saw the Lamborghini in front of the house. Mitch’s dumbass thought it was funny to steal his parking spot and his man at the same time, apparently. For the first time since he set his plan in motion, he experienced a few doubts. In his heart of hearts he knew Adam would fuck Mitch, and like it. Every man in the universe who ever saw Mitch wanted him. Adam wasn’t exempt. He wasn’t exempt. That was where this whole mess became quite complicated in the first place. Paul slid from behind the wheel of his sleek blue Corvette and checked out the Lamborghini. Damn him for having a nicer car than him. He trotted over the front steps and opened the door. Adam’s yelping should’ve been music to his ears. Great, the nicer car was the least of his worries. Now, he had to face his fears.
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Chapter Thirteen
Paul loosened his tie with one hand and turned his home computer monitor on with the other. He’d had everything set before he left for his date and fortunately, Adam was so preoccupied in what he perceived as his first job that he probably didn’t notice anything different. If he’d turned on the computer, he would’ve realized he was going to be taped. He didn’t, so things were going according to half-ass last minute arrangements. The scene unfolding in front of him was one he wouldn’t soon forget. Suzanne was a remarkable lover, and Mitch seemed to appreciate her when he had someone around to share her. Then again, he only saw Mitch’s cock and Suzanne’s pretty little perky nipples when they were all in bed together. Paul had never really cared for boobs until he met Suzanne and she just did a number on him. The way she pulled at her chains when he clamped them and the hollering—good God, she could scream—made him want her with a sensational kind of passion. When Paul moved closer to the monitor, he was shocked at what he saw. In a sixtynine position, Suzanne held her thumb tightly against Mitch’s rectum and licked his balls. Damn if Mitch didn’t have some hard balls. Paul didn’t know how in the hell he was going to sit through this show when he really wanted to join them. He understood how important it was for him to sit back and
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let Adam experience his lovers without his eager involvement so he moved to the bed, tossed the pillows behind him and prepared for a new experience. Since Mitch and Suzanne knew about his desire to participate from a distance— waiting for the right time to enter the picture—his voyeurism wasn’t a total surprise. After Adam realized he wanted to keep Mitch around too, he probably wouldn’t mind so much. Hopefully, Adam would like what they all had in mind. **** Suzanne wondered if Paul was home yet. If he had a bird’s eye view of this then she knew how to draw him out. She’d never been all that eager to have blind sex with someone and she had even encouraged Paul and Mitch to tell Adam the truth from the beginning. They refused. Mitch had been eagerly waiting for his chance to meet Paul’s long-time friend and fantasy lover. It became an obsession for him and the fact Paul planned to share him only inspired Mitch. Rolling on her side, Suzanne stopped sucking Adam’s balls and rode Mitch’s tongue. Adam dropped his cock into her mouth and Mitch pushed her legs apart, tapping his tongue over her clit. “Wider, baby,” he mumbled, sipping at her cunt. Mitch didn’t lap at her like Adam. Good heavens, Adam could do a woman. She already had her hopes up and crossed her fingers tightly in a silent wish. She enjoyed Adam and they’d have a ball together if he stuck around long-term. Adam was a keeper and she understood what Paul saw in him. Sucking on Adam’s cock, she held onto his shaft with one hand while licking the tip of his dick. Mitch shoved three fingers into her vagina and she yelped right before Adam pounded his heavy cock right into her ready jaws. Good heavens, he was thick. The way he swelled inside her mouth made her wetter, hotter. Closing her legs around Mitch’s head, she started to grind. Her hips rolled forward and with the soles of her feet mashed against the mattress, she ground her pussy against Mitch’s lips. 107
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“Suck it baby,” Adam said, straddling her chest now, his ass almost in Mitch’s face. He pumped his long cock into her mouth and she exploded around Mitch’s tongue. Releasing Adam’s dick, she whimpered while her body continued to shake off the recent orgasm. Realizing Mitch’s mouth was the only thing on her pussy, she blinked. Addressing Adam, she asked, “He’s fingering your ass, isn’t he?” Beads of sweat poured from Adam’s brow. He clutched his dick in his right hand and tempted her more. “Suck my cock, Suzanne. Open up for me, baby doll.” “And you’ll what, if I do?” “I’ll fill your throat with my cum. That’s what you like isn’t it?” “Yes,” she said, licking and sucking him straight into her mouth all over again. She mumbled against his cock and sucked harder, resisting the urge to spit out his pleasure when he filled her mouth and throat with his seed. “Ah yes, Suzanne! Mitch, move your fingers higher.” He fell forward as he made the request. Mitch sat beside them and held one hand to Adam’s back, one to his gut and there wasn’t any doubt in Suzanne’s mind how high his fingers reached when Adam plowed in between her lips and gained a new momentum with each and every new stroke. **** Paul had watched all he could stand. He wanted to fuck Adam worse than he’d ever wanted a good lay in all of his life. He walked downstairs and waited with his hand on the doorknob. What if Adam wasn’t open to this life? Then again, it wasn’t like he had a difficult time digesting what Paul did for a living. Good grief, in the space of twenty-four hours, he’d done a complete one-eighty, but what if his about face was indicative of a man ready to embrace the life of a gigolo?
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His mind churned with the possibilities of all outcomes. Could Adam accept two more lovers who also had similar tastes for the profession? There was only one way to find out. He opened the door and walked inside. “Oh my God,” he choked out. The erotic display suffocated him and envy suckerpunched him for reasons he didn’t understand. “Oh shit!” Adam cried out withdrawing his cock from Mitch’s ass. “What the fuck are you doing?” Paul demanded. He was hurt and yet he didn’t have the first reason. He knew this would happen! He’d arranged it for crying out loud. “You weren’t supposed to fucking be here!” Adam unsheathed himself and discarded his condom in a wastebasket rushing toward Paul in an attempt to explain. “Paul, I don’t know what to say.” Mitch sank to the bed and kissed Suzanne. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her breasts, biting at the rings clipped to her nipples before mumbling something about jealousy and Paul’s double standards. “Can you two give us a minute?” Adam asked considerately. “Not a problem,” Suzanne chirped. “Hey Paul.” Paul ignored her. “Uh,” Adam began. “I guess I should introduce you to…” He reached for Paul but Paul slapped his hand away and left the bedroom. Calling over his shoulder, he said, “We’ve met.” “Shit!” Adam found a nearby towel and wrapped the terrycloth around his waist. Mitch braced himself with his palms planted on either side of Suzanne’s body. Peering up, he said, “Man, he has no reason to be pissed, trust me.” “How the hell would you know?” Mitch looked down at Suzanne and she offered a quick explanation. “Adam, nothing is ever as it seems in our world. You’re in a different league, hon, and you fit in well but you’re a little naïve. Don’t worry. Mitch and I will help you over the humps.”
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Confused, Adam left the room. He heard their quiet giggles and the delicious sounds of a bottom being smacked before he jogged upstairs where he found Paul standing in front of the computer staring at the monitor. “I can’t believe you’d actually fuck someone else. I mean, it was important. I wanted to be your first, you know? And you took Mitch? Fuck that shit. He never offers up his ass unless—” Adam snarled. “Unless what?” Adam paced across the room and stared down at the pool area where he’d had one helluva a good time with Mitch and Suzanne. Everything made sense then, more so than before. It was the way Paul said Mitch’s name and the intimate little giveaway he spat as well. “You know them. I’m willing to bet you know them extremely well.” Paul didn’t answer. “I can’t figure out how Carla Swan fits into all of this but I’ll take a gamble here. You staged the whole referral bit, didn’t you? Was this some sort of test?” Still, nothing. Paul didn’t give him the first grunt or glance. Adam yanked the pulley on the shades and allowed more light to seep into the room. “I think I realized it from the moment they walked in here. Mitch seemed to know where everything is around here. From towels and robes to liquor and mixers, the guy is right at home.” “Oh yeah, I’d say he’s definitely right at home with your cock shoved up his ass!” Not the reply he wanted, but the outburst worked better than the forced restraint. “I’m not apologizing for where I buried my dick when you’ve had yours in every available piece of rich ass you could find!” “Don’t, Adam.” Adam pursed his lips and held up his finger. “Don’t you judge me! I’m new to this game and they paid for certain things, as you well know!” “Oh yeah?” Paul stalked forward. “Did they pay you to fuck Mitch? I mean, I knew you’d have a dick in your ass but this…this is…shit! It’s unforgivable.”
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“And if that’s not a little harsh, Paul Harrison, I don’t know what is,” Mitch growled from the doorway. He planted his palms above the doorframe and looked ready to swing forward. His biceps were tight and damn it, he sure looked hot. “So all of you know one another, I take it,” Adam questioned, his gaze darting from Mitch, dressed only from the waist down, to Suzanne, who paraded in right behind him, topless and scantly covered by her thong. “One of you tell him or I will,” Suzanne threatened. “Tell me what? That you three know one another?” he narrowed his focus on Mitch, feeling at the moment, more inclined to stare at him than Suzanne’s pretty little looped nipples or Paul’s handsome face drawn tight in a frown. “I’ve got that much, Suzanne.” “We’re fuck buddies,” Suzanne began. “Actually, these two are a little more than bed pals but it’s their story to tell.” “I thought you two were married,” Adam said, hoping they’d clarify something quickly before he felt sick to his stomach. Did Paul already have a committed partner? Was he played from the very beginning? Paul sat down on the bed with his head in his hands. “Hell and damnation.” “Calling out the devil to blame him for your deceit won’t help you one bit,” Adam said. “Right now, you need a prayer.” Suzanne plopped down next to Paul and eased in behind him. Adam pointed to the computer. “You were watching us?” “Sure, he watches,” Mitch informed him. “Suzanne and I get into it too. We all do. We have a lot of folks run through here and sometimes, it keeps the fires blazing a little higher here at home, you know?” “You live here?” Adam asked. “We stay here some,” Suzanne clarified. “Whenever we’re not on the road, we’re here. Mitch stays pretty busy, kind of like Paul.” “With other women? You allow that? Are you married or not?”
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Suzanne flashed her billion dollar smile. “Oh we’re married, doll, but we have a conventional contract, an open marriage and all that. He plays the game, better than Paul, I might add since he takes men to bed and not women. As you might imagine, he earns more money at the end of the day. Wealthy gay and bi-sexual men take one look at him and swoon, let me tell you.” “And you’re just along for the ride or what?” “Look at me, Adam.” She jumped up and ran her fingertips over her sides before she said, “Do I look like a woman only one man can satisfy?” She had a point. She possessed a designer body made for sex and even gay or bisexual men, present company certainly included, probably found her irresistible. After a few seconds of gaping, Adam felt a slip of tongue coming so he bit it. Suzanne was beautiful but with her attitude, she possessed certain flaws. Her bossy nature could push the right man in the wrong direction—far away from her—if he cared to guess. Then again, he’d never cared for a controlling woman. His mother destroyed any urge to have one of his own. “Paul, why didn’t you tell me about them?” He suddenly shut out Suzanne and Mitch. He shrugged. “He knew you wouldn’t come out here or even consider him as a potential partner if you knew about us,” Mitch said peering at Suzanne. “So you’re a permanent fixture around here, I take it?” Adam asked. “I just told you—” “Suzanne, I heard what you told me but I want Mitch or Paul to answer this, damn it. This doesn’t concern you!” “Actually,” Paul began. “This has more to do with her than you think. I’ve tried to think of everything, Adam. I know you will never be happy unless you do everything in your power to please your parents.” “What the fuck does Suzanne have to do with my parents?” “Meet your willing womb,” Mitch said patting her belly. 112
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“You’ve got to be kidding,” Adam groaned glaring at Paul. “You think this is what I want?” “We’re all ready to be parents. A long time ago, you said it yourself. You’d like to have kids if you could get beyond the diaper duty and had enough hands to help raise them. Now you do. Besides, a few kids around this place wouldn’t be so bad.” Adam felt his brow furrow. “Are you out of your fucking mind? You don’t bring a child into this environment!” “I’ve seen worse,” Mitch advised. “Oh sure,” Suzanne said. “A lot worse, trust me.” “If you tell me to trust you one more time, Suzanne, so help me I’m going to spank your ass and enjoy the hell out of it.” “Watch it! We just met, Adam, and though I feel like I’ve known you a hundred years, I don’t do man-orders very well.” “What are you… some sort of dominatrix?” Mitch teased, smacking her ass. “I could be, believe me.” Paul shifted uncomfortably. “Suzanne’s parents and your parents would dote on a child. This is what you need to make our situation bearable for your mother and—” “And what, Paul? You’ll bring your clients in for a slow screw and ask them to wait in the bedroom until you sing lullabies and send home the other kids from afternoon play dates? Bullshit. This is insane. All of it!” “Come on Adam. You know better than that. We won’t have parties here anymore after the little ones arrive. Mitch and I will meet our clients out rather than bring them home. You can be a stay at home dad and dabble in investments or whatever it is you want to do or you can help Suzanne with her interior design business.” “Yes, I’m sure that’s exactly what I want to do.” “Don’t toss it out so soon,” she said. “I saw you looking at my designs downstairs.” “You like to funk it up, don’t you baby?” Paul said proudly before turning to Adam. “She has a thriving new business and could use the help.”
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“Yeah,” she purred. “You could go dumpster diving with me. I find all sorts of neat treasures for my workshop. You wouldn’t believe what I pull out of some of the nastiest dumps in the city.” Adam felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. “I’m sure your daddy is proud to know his little girl can flip dumpsters.” Paul continued to plead his cause. “You have a fantastic business mind, Adam and one we’d hate to see wasted on bedroom theatrics.” Mitch winked. “I don’t know, Paul. I know you’re not for it but I think Adam has a lot of potential working our clientele.” “No,” Paul deadpanned. “It’s not open for discussion.” “Why not, man?” Mitch persisted. “I mean come on, how long is Adam going to enjoy dressing up in a Tombstone shirt with a double breasted vest and Victorian top hat?” “Don’t forget the pocket watch with gold chain,” Suzanne teased. “And who says he must model my designs?” She turned to Adam. “I’m into clothing too but I really could use the help with the home furnishings.” Everyone stared at everyone else and then Paul spoke again. “I said no to the sex business but I’m willing to set you up in anything you want to do.” “You think I need your money?” Adam felt sure the steam was rising from his ears. “Any particular reason why you think I wouldn’t be an asset to your clients, or mine?” Suzanne curled her body around Paul’s and pressed her beaded nipples against his forearm. “He’s in love with you.” She looked at Paul and quickly added, “I’m sure you didn’t tell him so I saved you the trouble.” “What if it works both ways?” Adam snapped. Suzanne tossed her long locks over her shoulders and reached for Mitch. “What’s that Adam? The love thing or the sex thing?” Paul blushed and Mitch smiled. Adam looked at both of them. Damn, if anything, they sure looked good in their state of confusion. Maybe he’d leave them to their wondering. 114
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Wrapping his arms around Suzanne, Mitch pinched her nipple and whispered a few sweet nothings in her ear. “I thought you’d never ask,” she hummed, jumping into his arms. Draping her legs around his waist, she clutched his shoulders. “Trust me, they’ll join in.” He dropped her to the mattress. “Oh I don’t doubt it, ‘cause I told you about the trust-thing and you’re spanked baby. Paul likes seeing a pretty ass burned.” “Yeah,” Suzanne laughed. “As long as it’s not his pale tail getting tanned, he’s okay with it.” Adam frowned. “Well that’s too bad, ‘cause he’s next.”
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Chapter Fourteen
Paul slipped behind Adam and looped his arm around his neck. Pulling him hard against him, he nipped at his ear. “You like my friends, admit it.” “I may like Mitch a little better than you want me to,” Adam confessed. “I’m not worried. It won’t last. Suzanne is a little vixen and she has him by the balls. If he could give her children, they wouldn’t be here now.” “He’s openly admitted he’s gay, remember?” Paul sucked his lobe and then whispered, “He’s bought and paid for, Adam, and no one can break the kind of binds only cash can tie.” “Her daddy must be loaded.” “He’s beyond filthy rich. He’s the damn ink on the dollar.” “Ah, so that explains why Mitch looks so unhappy,” Adam said. Mitch winked like he understood he was the topic on deck. Paul sipped at his neck, his tongue cruising up and down, back and forth until Adam rolled his head to the side. He loved the way Paul worked at arousing him. He didn’t need the help, especially since he still had an itch he wanted desperately to scratch. It was the only reason why he chose not to fight or make a big deal out of the game they’d run on him. After all, they all lied to him. Adam should’ve addressed their deception but he actually liked Suzanne and Mitch. They would grow on him in due time and he could fall for both of them, perhaps worse than Paul had and Paul obviously cared for them.
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For now, he wanted his cock buried in between Mitch’s fine ass one more time before they called it quits for the day. He also had a hard-on for Paul’s cock but when he thought of Paul, his bottom clenched. Yeah, he was definitely a switch when it came down to positions. Suzanne spread out on the bed like she existed only for sexual display. Her legs were wide and her fingers twirled around her opening. She dipped them inside and withdrew, a thin sheath of transparent coating sticking to her middle finger like edible glue. Paul pressed against Adam’s back and he fell forward. Smacking his lips, he crawled in between Suzanne’s legs and lapped at her pussy while Paul and Mitch wet his ass down with a warming lubricant. Rolling Suzanne’s clit with his tongue, Adam sucked her folds and soon, Suzanne humped against his face. Minutes later, Suzanne was sated. Adam turned around in time to catch Paul and Mitch in an erotic show of kissing and petting. Adam flipped to his back and watched. Suzanne curled up in his arms and whispered a few words of appreciation before she asked, “Ever tried double penetration?” “What?” he asked startled. “Double penetration,” she said with a grin. “Come here lover boys.” She crooked her forefinger back and forth and Paul knelt on the bed first with Mitch right behind him. Reaching under the mattress, Suzanne pulled out a string of condoms. “You sleep over a lot I take it,” Adam grated out. “I do,” she admitted with a smile. “We do.” Ripping three packages at the top, Suzanne sheathed each one of them. She stayed on her knees, a position Adam imagined suited her well, and worked each erect penis into a snug rubber.
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Paul cupped Adam’s neck and drew him closer for a sensual kiss. Paul continued teasing his lips, and with a kiss planted on the end of his nose, he promised, “This kind of thing is something you’ll like more than fucking Mitch’s ass. I swear it.” “I don’t know,” Adam said smugly. “He has one great ass.” Paul’s brow furrowed. “Don’t push it, lover.” “Lie down, Paul,” Mitch said pushing him flat against the mattress. Once Paul had his cock in hand, Mitch crooked his finger back and forth. “Face me, Adam and let him have your sweet behind.” Suzanne tugged at her nipples. “Straddle Paul’s cock and he’ll do the rest.” Adam faced Mitch and Paul took his hips. Suzanne reached for the lube and squirted the substance into Adam’s bottom, covering Mitch and Paul in the fluid too. Mitch gave her a quick peck and returned his focus to the men. The way he dismissed her didn’t seem to bother her. “Ah yeah!” Adam flew forward with the first penetration and Mitch grabbed him, holding his forearms. Adam’s legs were bent and in the air. Mitch smiled, watching Paul pound into his bottom, stretching him quickly, pushing his wide cock beyond the outer ring. “That’s it, Adam. Take it big boy.” “Shit Paul, slow down!” he called over his back. “He’s stretching you,” Suzanne informed. Great, just what he needed, a woman giving play by play details of their bedroom action. “Pull out some,” Mitch instructed, working his cock between his fingers. “Give me some space.” Adam felt Paul withdraw a little and then he had another sensation. Mitch’s tip dipped into his ass. Oh shit. They’re going to rip me in two. “Don’t worry,” Mitch said smiling. “We’ll go easy.” Adam knew better. Mitch cocked his head, shot Paul a wink and they both sank deeper inside his bottom.
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“Ah hell!” he screamed out. “Jeez this is…oh! Oh!” he grabbed his cock and held it at the base. “Damn it to hell, Suzanne, get that condom off him and wrap your mouth around his dick,” Mitch growled. Suzanne acted like she had similar ideas anyway and knelt on the other side of his torso as Mitch and Paul started to move. Unrolling the condom, her fingers were soft and welcoming when she wrapped her hand around his penis. “Ah yeah, that’s sweet, hon. Just like that,” Adam choked out. “You like us stroking you at the same time, bitch?” Mitch asked. “Knock off the bitch shit, Mitch,” Paul warned. “Otherwise, when he fucks your ass the next time, I’ll take a crop across your hips.” They chuckled but then the pumping and the fucking began; the groans and the growls surrounded them as they moved into Adam with broken strokes one second, timed beats, the next. They couldn’t stop their moving bodies and Adam was fine with every thrust, every stroke. The harder the hammered forward, the more he whimpered, the ecstasy coming forward, riding closer. “God yeah!” he exclaimed. Ragged breaths filled the room. Mitch straddled Adam’s right leg and pumped his cock into Adam’s bottom. Paul kept his hand on Mitch’s thigh, giving him a slap every few seconds. Mitch pushed Adam’s legs up and locked his lip under his teeth, damn near howling. Two dicks pounded into Adam’s bottom and Adam cried out. “I’m so fucking hard! Oh shit, this is better than anything I’ve ever… oh damn, you gotta let me come!” Suzanne stopped moving his hard cock through her hand and bent over. Even with two men penetrating him, she sipped at the tip of his cock. Soft cries led them all past the grunts of forthcoming bliss. Paul and Mitch whimpered here or there but Adam had tears in his eyes. “Good God, this is wonderful!” he shouted out and gripped the base of his cock. Smacking his hand away, Suzanne fingered his shaft waiting for the perfect timing. 119
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“That’s it, baby boy,” Paul cooed. “Give us what we want. Ah, yeah, close around us.” “Milk our cocks. Relax. Let us take what we want,” Mitch said, holding a satisfied expression, his mouth opening and closing, twisting in some sort of half-hearted smile. He kept looking down, pushing Adam’s knees higher. “That’s fucking beautiful.” Adam nodded a few times and Paul pounded harder. Their screams evidently ignited a fire in Suzanne. She dipped her head and took Adam’s cock all the way to her throat locking her jaws around his cock. The pounding from Mitch and Paul forced her head to bob naturally over his shaft. “Ah yeah, this is it man! Fucking tight ass balls,” Mitch screamed, tapping Adam’s scrotum and punching harder and harder with his cock, fighting for his release. “Sweet!” Paul said, his breathing uneven. He gripped Adam’s calf and clutched tight as he pushed for the finish. Suzanne sucked Adam straight into her throat. She released him before he came and he squirted his release all over her chin and Mitch’s belly. All eyes watched as his warm creamy fluid of white hot pleasure jetted everywhere. And that’s when the fucking really began. Mitch and Paul rode his ass for all it was worth. They must’ve decided it held a lot of value because soon after they withdrew the first time, they discarded their condoms and suited up and started the screwing all over again. **** “Are you sure you’re okay?” Paul asked tucking Adam into the bend of his arm. He’d never been so horny in his life and stroking Adam’s ass with Mitch’s cock pressed against his own gave him the opportunity to explore the kind of intimacy few men experienced. “I’m good, really good.”
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“Oh baby, truer words were never spoken,” Paul said, kissing Adam’s forehead. “You hungry?” “Not unless you’re offering yourself,” Adam retorted. Paul pulled back the sheet and held it high above them. “Sorry friend, everything went caput here.” Adam stared at Paul’s flaccid length. “I thought you were jealous?” He peered up from under his long eyelashes. “Oh God, if you’re offering to fuck me, I can take you.” Adam pressed his cheek to Paul’s belly and grinned as Paul’s size increased. “I never doubted it for one second.” **** “Good morning,” Suzanne said gleefully when she entered the kitchen. “Where are our boys this bright sunny day?” Adam stared at her like he didn’t recognize her. “Hello?” she snapped her fingers in front of him. “You want to have my baby?” he blurted out. “Excuse me?” Adam pushed away from the table and crossed his arms. “I stayed up half the night thinking about your offer. Since Mitch and Paul have convinced me I’m not cut out for the sex business, I’ve had time to consider it—fatherhood—a lot. I’m wondering if you’re interested in mothering my child.” “I thought we might eventually have this conversation solo. You know, just the two of us. Didn’t take you too long, did it?” “Is that a yes?” Suzanne giggled. “What’s the hurry now? Are you horny?” “Very,” he admitted. “But that’s nothing unusual.”
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“True, you are a man,” she replied. “Seriously though, is this something you really want or has Paul persuaded you?” “You don’t want kids now?” “Oh sure, I want them but you gave me a lot to think about too. See, Paul and Mitch have their own ideas about parenthood. Have you spoken to them about this?” “The only conversation I’ve had with them about children is the one we all had yesterday. Nothing has been mentioned since. We’re all going to be in this trial period for some time but you and I both know this thing with all of us is going to stick. It’s too good not to.” “And it sort of solves your mom-problem almost overnight, huh?” “Yeah, I guess.” “Hey you,” she said sincerely. “I don’t give a shit about timing. I’ve been ready for motherhood for several years. A baby would change my life, brighten my world. Mitch and Paul have wanted kids for a long time too and Paul’s not going to give you up. Mitch isn’t going to give him up. You’re all kind of stuck with me.” “I don’t look at it that way,” Adam scoffed. “Hey, I am what I am. I’m turned on by gay and bi men, what can I say? Anyway, about bringing kids into the world, I promise, when you’re ready, all of us are hanging on standby.” “I’m willing.” “Willing is one thing, ready…quite another.” “Yeah but I think the time is as good as it will ever be, at least for me. I mean there are a lot of men in this world, even those in monogamous heterosexual relationships who aren’t particularly jumping up and down over fatherhood. Maybe they like kids just fine but many are far too busy to bring them into a relationship. Once they have children, and I’ve heard this a lot, their whole world changes.” Suzanne dropped to Adam’s lap and draped her legs over his thighs. “Do you want me to change your world?”
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“Do you want me to change this hot little body?” he asked, placing his palm flat against her stomach. “I can’t wait,” she whispered against his parted lips. “What do you say we get busy?” he asked, caressing her back. Latching onto his belt, she worked to unhook the buckle. He stood, carried her across the room and deposited her on the nearby built-in desk. Still dressed in her transparent nightgown, he gripped her full breasts and squeezed. “These grow on a man.” “I hope so because you’ll be seeing a lot of them if we plan on populating the world.” Tugging him out of his pants, she didn’t work at getting him hard, even though he had been oversexed to a fault the night before. Adam’s erections came easy these days. And he was excited to explore Suzanne one on one. Adam found Suzanne extremely attractive, not to mention sexy. Best of all, she was easy to be around. What more did a man want in the mother of his children? Adam’s lips assaulted hers while he stripped away her nightgown. Pulling at her nipples, his thumb rolled over one of her hard little nipples. He opened his mouth as he watched her, teasing with a flick of tongue here or there. “Like that?” He knew she did. She gave him a tight yank and he moaned. “Do you like that?” she countered, spreading her legs. “You know it,” he said. “Show me,” she offered pushing her knees apart. “No foreplay, doll?” She shook her head and locked her legs around his waist, keeping her heels at his back while drawing him closer. His cock pressed against her pussy. She leaned back against the desk using the shelves to arch her body forward. He drove into her all at once. “Good Lord woman, you’re dry as a bone.”
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“Make me wet, Adam,” she said, weaving her hands in his hair. “And leave me marked as yours.” He hesitated then, pulling out for a complete stop. Holding himself at the base for a moment more, he released a guttural sound when he reentered her once again. “Taking you like this makes you mine,” he said. “You belong to all of us.” He pumped his thick cock in between her walls and gripped a handful of hair. Staring into her eyes, Adam filled her with his seed. He wanted her to see the longing, witness the lust so she would perhaps remember what it felt like for a man to take her when he really wanted her. As his cum jetted into her womb, she found her rhythm too. Adam held her thighs apart and his body slapped against hers, matching her thrust for thrust until he felt her come apart around him, her body milking him, expanding and closing all around him. They indulged in discovery while plotting and planning a future they would make with the men who held their hearts in the palms of their hands. Later that afternoon, when Adam heard Paul’s car in the driveway, he slipped a kiss on her cheek and left her bed. From the doorway, he glanced back once or maybe even twice. At some point throughout the course of the day, their desire had thickened, changed. And he wondered about their lust, thoughtfully considered it. As he watched Suzanne sleep with a wide smile brightening her cheeks, in his heart he knew the truth. He was staring back at more than the potential for another kind of love. He was looking at the woman who would one day become the mother of all his children.
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Epilogue One year later
“Mom?” “Adam? Is that you?” She sounded distraught when she’d answered the phone but her voice changed when she heard him. “Yes, Mom, it’s me. Have Dad pick up another extension. I have some good news.” “Adam, your father is under a lot of stress. Is this about Paul?” “Yes and no. It’s terrific news, Mom. I’m a Dad!” “You’re what, son?” The connection was bad and the line broke. When the static cleared, she added, “Son, have you been drinking tonight?” “Paul, Mitch, Suzanne,” he couldn’t talk for the excitement. “We’re parents.” “I uh…well I uh… that’s great son. Did you adopt?” “Heavens no! We may adopt later if we can’t have more children but Mom, she’s perfect. Suzanne went through twelve hours of hard labor but she pulled through like a champ and she….” His voice broke before he found the strength to continue. “Oh Mom, she gave me a perfect baby girl.” “Suzanne?” “Sure, remember, you’ve talked to her before. She’s Mitch’s wife.” “I uh…yes, I uh remember. So Mitch and Suzanne are sharing their child with you and Paul. I see. I understand.”
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“No, Mom, you don’t. This is our little girl. Suzanne and I named her after you too. Her name is Katie Alexandria Taylor. When can you fly out and meet her?” “You named her after me?” “Of course! My daughter is your namesake. I can’t think of a better one. Can you?” “I don’t know,” she choked. “I guess I thought if you ever had a daughter, you’d name her Pauline or something after Paul.” “Oh Mother, now don’t do this.” “I can’t help it. I’m a grandmother. I’m supposed to question how this happens. When a woman has a son sleeping with another man she doesn’t expect grandchildren. You know? I mean, what am I supposed to say?” “I know, Mother.” “So you gave up Paul for this Suzanne person?” “No Mom but you’ll love her. I promise.” “So did you sleep with her or have her—” “Mom, there are some things a mother shouldn’t ask.” “Right,” she agreed. “Well um, then uh, let’s see. What does she look like?” Adam smiled to himself. The baby looked exactly like Suzanne. “She’s the spitting image of you.” The baby started crying and Paul cradled her in his arms, swaying closer to Adam with mischief scribbled all across his face. “And tell her she acts a whole lot like her grandmother too.” Adam shot him a glare and returned to the conversation in time to hear his mother’s words. “Then she’s perfect.” Adam took Katie from Paul’s arms. “Yeah, Mom, she is.” He glanced at his lovers one at a time and returned his gaze to his child. “We all are. This is as good as it gets.”
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Thank you for your purchase of I Kissed a Boy. We hope you enjoyed this erotic romance from Addison Avery. If you did, then be sure to check out more of Addison’s sexy stories like Men of a Different Sort. Little Joe and Callie grew up together. A victim of abuse, Callie found safety and security in Little Joe’s arms and he wanted to take care of her for the rest of their lives. Only, Callie had a fascination, a fantasy of sorts. She wanted to become a working whore and it was her dream to fulfill her somewhat peculiar ambitions. Little Joe wasn’t without his own set of issues. While he always wanted Callie beside him, he found his lust for man-love outweighed his need to become a family man. With Richard, his lover, soon in the picture, he keeps Callie watching for him with a little game of hide and seek across the Wild, Wild West. You can visit AspenMountainPress.com to read an excerpt of Addison Avery's Men of a Different Sort. Please
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