Best Gay Erotica 2014 (19 page)

With a wicked grin, he dove for Sean's twitching boner. Just as eagerly and sloppily as he'd kissed Sean's mouth, Bobby
engulfed the thick tube with his lips and began to swab the mushroom head with his tongue. Sean groaned and shoved upward into the wet mouth as he leaned back and anchored his hands on the shallow bed of the pond. It was smooth rock like the shelf above and he squatted down on it and pumped his hips upward toward Bobby's hungry mouth.

The redhead worked on Sean's quivering cock, sexy green eyes staring up at Sean with a brazen, daring look. Suddenly, still slurping cock, Bobby grabbed Sean's knees and tipped him over backward. In a split second, Sean was on his back with his feet in the air. The water was shallow enough for him to lie back with only his torso submerged, his face and head above water. His eyes widened in amazement as he watched Bobby let his lips slide up and off his boner, then kiss his way down the underside of Sean's dick, give one quick lick to his tightly-bunched ball sac, and finally plant one of his wet, sloppy kisses right-smack-dab on the dark-haired McCoy's smooth, snug asshole.

That was definitely a first for Sean. He thrashed like a beached fish in the shallow water, bare feet waving in the air, his heart pounding in his chest as he gasped for breath. Lips that had just left his cock now sucked his butthole. The fat, insistent tongue that had recently probed his mouth and then licked his knob, now poked at his quivering asslips.

“Oh my lord!” he gasped. “What are you doing?”

Bobby's flushed face surfaced briefly. “Eatin' yer butthole. What did ya think? Ahma sit on your cock next! Tell me to stop if ya can't take it.”

“No!” Sean stammered, “I mean fuck yeah! Eat my hole!” The thrill of the hot Hatfield boy tongue-fucking his hole—an act so nasty he'd hardly imagined people did such things—was nearly matched by the thrill of hearing Bobby talk so nasty, and then talking nasty right back. If Daddy heard that kind of
language coming out of his mouth, let alone saw what Bobby Hatfield was doing with
his
mouth—he'd have a heart attack!

At the moment, Sean felt close to having a heart attack of his own. His entire body jerked and splashed around as Bobby pulled Sean's asslips apart with his fingers and stabbed at the gaping entrance with his tongue, tickled around the rim of it with rapid strokes, then jammed that hot tongue right into Sean's gut.

“Oh my lord, oh my lord,” Sean repeated over and over, like a sinner at a revival meeting. He felt like he was melting into that greedy mouth and could have wallowed in the ass-eating for hours, but Bobby had already stopped and risen to his feet.

“Eatin' that tight ass of yours makes my own hole hungry for some action. You got a real fat dick and I intend on gettin' it up my butt, right now! I got some lube in my shorts. I'll be right back.”

He was true to his word. Sean barely had time to catch his breath before the slim Hatfield was splashing his way back to the sprawled McCoy. He stepped up to place his feet on either side of Sean's chest and then bent over, facing the McCoy's feet and filling Sean's eyes with the view of his beautiful round ass.

“You got to lube up my asshole before I can sit on your dick. Use a couple of your fingers. I need it stretched out pretty good so I can take that fat pole of yours.” Bobby's ass hung over Sean's face, pale and round as the moon, and about as inviting as anything he'd ever seen.

Sean's lube-slick hand shook like mad as he reached up and aimed two glistening fingers at the puckered slot in the center of Bobby's deep asscrack. He felt that hole twitch around his fingertips as he poked at it, then open outward as he pushed in, testing the sphincter.

“Yeah,” Bobby said in a husky whisper. Shove 'em in there. Show no mercy. Otherwise I'll be hollerin' and bitchin' when I try to get that fat cock of yours in me.”

Sean was so nervous and excited he was seized with a fit of giggling. But as his fingers slid past the snug rim and into the warm, moist pit beyond, the giggles turned to groans. His cock lurched and dribbled at his crotch as he imagined how those quivering anal walls were going to feel wrapping around it. He probed deeper and was amazed at how Bobby's hole swallowed him up.

“That's fine, McCoy,” Bobby finally said. “Real fine. Now I got to get some big old dick up my butt!”

He rose off Sean's fingers and twisted around. His green eyes locked on to Sean's golden-brown ones, he squatted over the McCoy's lap, grabbed hold of Sean's cock, positioned the leaking head between his spread asscheeks and sat.

Hole met knob, then immediately began to gulp it up. The look on Bobby's face was absolutely amazing. His pert nose crinkled up, his beautiful green eyes squinted half-shut and his round mouth pursed. He snorted, then grunted like a gored pig as his butt-lips slowly and steadily stretched open for the plump cockhead. Sean couldn't help himself and he jerked upward, which only forced more cock up the juicy vise of Bobby's butt. Bobby laughed out loud and squatted down harder, driving even more hole down over Sean's cock.

“Tug on my nipples,” Bobby commanded. “Go 'head, grab the rings and pull on 'em.”

Totally in Bobby's thrall, Sean did what he was told: he reached up and seized the dangling gold rings attached to each small pink-brown nub. He'd intended to tug them lightly, but Bobby was squirming wildly over the cock burrowing up his ass, and his chest heaved just as wildly. Sean ended up yanking
on the tender nipples, which made the redhead laugh louder and thrash around more violently.

Before he knew it, Bobby was riding his cock all the way to the balls, while thrusting his chest into Sean's tugging fingers. It was absolutely insane. Yet Bobby was hardly content to leave it at that. He suddenly reared up, the cock up his butt squirting out with a splash of lube, then fell forward to kneel over Sean's face and jam his throbbing-hard cock between his gasping lips.

“Suck me for a minute before I take another ride on that dick!”

Sean gurgled around the tapered head of Bobby's cock as the redhead pumped it in and out of his mouth, face-fucking Sean like a madman. Bobby's stiff meat was thicker toward the base, and Sean's lips stretched and slobbered as more and more cock drilled into his mouth.

He released his hold on Bobby's nipple rings and reached around to grab his butt. The heaving cheeks were slick with lube, sweat and pond water; satin-smooth skin over hard, clenched muscle. Sean's hands slid into the deep divide between Bobby's asscheeks. As cock pumped his mouth, his fingers found Bobby's puckered hole, and (almost with a mind of their own) jabbed up into it.

“Hell yeah!” Bobby rasped, his hips still fucking Sean's mouth. “Finger-fuck my hole. Feel how much your big damn dick stretched it out!”

It was true. The hole was not nearly as tight as it had been. Two of his fingers slipped beyond the sphincter and into the steamy innards. He crammed them deep and twisted, pushing Bobby's cock deeper into his mouth.

True to form, the Hatfield abruptly yanked his cock out of Sean's mouth and moved back to sit on his cock again. Grunting and squirming, he squatted down over Sean's lap to engulf his boner in steamy gut. He bounced up and down, water splashing
around them as it suddenly began to grow darker. The sun was setting and it was nearing nightfall.

Bobby Hatfield was undeterred. He alternated between fucking Sean's cock with his ass, and fucking Sean's face with his cock; first one, then the other. The sprawled McCoy hovered on the brink of orgasm for what seemed like half an hour before he finally gave in to it.

“Oh my lord! I'm shootin', Bobby Hatfield! I'm shootin' right up yer asshole!”

“Hell yeah, Sean McCoy! Blow yer load in me! Here's mine! Here's my fuckin' load, McCoy!”

As he slammed his lush ass up and down over Sean's spurting cock and milked it dry, his own stiff rod shot out a geyser of gooey jizz. It flew so far it landed on Sean's gasping mouth. His head spinning, he snorted in the stink of it, and without a second thought, licked it off his lips.

Bobby let him up after that, but wasn't through with him. By moonlight, he led Sean deeper into the pond, and used his hands to wash all that lube and cum off him. When Bobby's probing hands moved into his big solid butt and began exploring, Sean knew what would be coming next.

“You fixin' to fuck my ass? May as well get myself butt-fucked, seeing as how my daddy would already be dang pissed at me for fucking your butt. And all the rest.”

Bobby laughed before planting his lips on Sean's, silencing them both. This time the kiss was a little more languid, but the fingers in his crack weren't so polite. Underwater, one of them wormed up into him and twisted. He knew he was in for some more wild shenanigans. His family was right: the Hatfields were no good and downright filthy.

And that was just fine by this McCoy.

THE ONE IN THE MIDDLE

Dominic Santi

I love being fucked while I'm kissing a man who's being fucked. My boyfriend, Peter, shares the same proclivity. We also like variety in our shared lovers. For both Peter and me, an evening of ménages with friends is the hottest sex in the world.

Unfortunately, we both like to be the one in the middle. After a good deal of very satisfying experimentation, we decided the best way to get what we wanted, every time, was to share our favorite position. So now, when other men join us in our queen-size bed—a frequent occurrence in our sex-soaked boudoir—Peter and I, lip-locked like copulating snakes, become “the one in the middle” together.

Fuck, it gets me off. Peter's favorite position for the rest of his body is lying on his back with his head in the middle of the bed, his hips on the edge. His sun-bleached hair falls softly on the pristine white sheets, his gray eyes sparkling as he grins. Tonight he shoves a pillow under his ass and lifts his legs, tipping back so his half-hard dick lies leaking on the line of dark-blond hair
leading down from his belly button to the tiny thatch of his pubes. Just looking at him makes my dick drool.

His shoulders wriggle against the sheets, his muscles flexing. The band of Celtic knots around his right biceps dances as he grips his knees. He pulls his tanned, lightly furred thighs up and out, spreading them wide over the ocean of one-thousand-count Egyptian cotton beneath him. We're both such sensation sluts. Just seeing him moving on the bed is so fucking hot.

I kneel on the opposite side of the mattress and bend over, my ass in the air, my weight on my elbows. My arms rest beside his left shoulder, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. Close enough for me to appreciate the contrast of my darker skin beside his. I lean over to kiss him, long and slow and wet.

“Hey, sweetie,” he whispers as we both come up for air. I laugh and kiss him again, moaning in pleasure as we both wriggle against the soft cotton sheets. Our sheets put a huge dent in our budget. After every night of ménages, we're buried in laundry. But it's so fucking worth it.

For a moment, I ignore the voices around us, but I can't help smiling. Kyle has stepped up between Peter's legs. My honey hasn't seen him yet: short, stout, muscular Kyle with the buzz-cut black hair and ripped abs and the nipple rings shining in the dark fur covering his chest. His dick isn't particularly long, but it's the thickest slab of man-meat I've ever seen. There's no way in hell I'd let him up my ass. Peter knows this. He knows my little pink sphincter puckers shut when I think of it.

Peter always lets him in. What I love best is sucking my sweetie's tongue while he's first being penetrated. He goes all soft and sensitive. His entire body is so relaxed and loving and, well,
receptive
. It makes my own ass hungry to be filled. Desperately hungry.

With Kyle's first touch, Peter moans in anticipation. The sounds Peter makes tell me what Kyle is doing: a long, slow rim job. Lots of lube and stretching. Then more lube—a lot more. Peter and I kiss and suck, moving just enough to keep my arms from going numb, loving each other's mouths, playing with our dicks, breathing as one man as we offer our holes to the men who will take pleasure from them.

I shudder in bliss as fingers stroke me, tongues rim, and cocks take turns sliding in and riding me hard. I kiss Peter, sharing my pleasure with him. I've been fucked by four guys by the time Kyle starts inching up Peter's ass. I haven't come yet, but my hole is deliciously loose. My joy-spot hums as my dick goes hard and soft and hard again while I kiss and tongue my honey's mouth. Peter pants and moans. He whispers filthy, pleading fuck words, telling me how his shaft is leaking onto his belly as Kyle works him open.

“It burns!” he pants against my lips. “Unh, unh, UNH!” His breath is warm and frantic. He smells of Bacardi and Coke and the Thai food we had for dinner. He tips his head back, opening his mouth wide, giving me his tongue to suck. When I open my eyes, I can see Kyle's wrists, showing just beneath the rounded edges of Peter's balls. Kyle's arms are moving slowly and firmly, rocking side to side, ruthlessly stretching my sweetie's asshole open. Kyle meets my eyes, grinning wickedly. He holds his arms wide apart, pulling until the cords pop in his forearms.

“Open,” he growls. Peter keens into my lips.

Precum sluices through my dick. Ricco is fucking me. I recognize the delectable curve of his long, slender dick. He shafts me slowly, sliding exquisitely through my well-used asslips. He doesn't mind being fourth. He likes a leisurely fuck in an accommodating hole. Mine is exceptionally accommodating. His balls bounce softly against mine. I suck Peter's tongue,
my lips tightening as I draw him deep. My asshole twitches in a futile attempt to clench Ricco's shaft. He laughs and fucks me harder.