Warnings: This title contains oral sex (M/F and M/M), anal sex (M/M), drugs (cocaine, marijuana), whipping with belt (M/M), graphic language, and orgy depiction.
Word Count: 11,500
Sheila, Two Lips Reviews, 4/5 Kisses!
"Ms. Abalard captures the feeling of the 1970s and the Hollywood culture of drugs, sex, and alcohol. Ms. Abalard’s ability to accurately portray the time and place adds realism to this story."
Why had he waited so long to try a man? Now Kirk understood what the girls meant when they said that another female ate pussy best, because she knew what a woman liked. Seemed to be that way with cocksucking, too—men knew what men liked. And the thing Troy was doing with his finger felt so goddamned good. Intense. He’d have to remember to tell Natalie to stick her finger up there when they screwed.
Grasping Troy’s head, Kirk banged his mouth, desperate to come. Abruptly, the coolness of the evening air tickled his cock.
“Suck my—,” he whispered harshly, but the younger man had his tongue in his mouth before Kirk could complete the order. He could taste himself in Troy’s mouth, and instead of freaking him out, it turned him on.
Troy grasped his buttcheeks, his mouth nipping each of Kirk’s nipples in turn. He was going to explode unless—
After biting his earlobe, Troy said, “Bend over the chaise.”
All of Kirk stiffened, and his cock grew harder still. “I don’t want to be fucked up—”
“Trust me, you’re gonna love it,” the younger man purred. When his hand slid down to pump his cock, Kirk relented, bending over the back of the chaise.
Troy’s tongue touched him there—there—while pulling his dick in a steady rhythm. Then, the tongue invaded him. Kirk thought he would pass out. He’d taken plenty of women up the ass, but never had anyone taken him that way. His balls tightened as he shivered with pleasure. Troy was now licking his balls while finger-fucking him. Never had he imagined the sensations, or that sex with another man could feel as good as sex with a woman. No, scratch that—better.
Then, pressure against his anus. Troy bent over his back, murmuring, “Kirk, man, don’t freeze up on me. I’m going to blow your fuckin’ mind, buddy, so hang on.”
Troy’s hand spread lubricant on his cock and his anus, inside and out. Kirk didn’t know where the younger man had found some, but couldn’t say he cared. Troy began prying his back door open, the pressure and pain shocking him even while his dick turned to stone. Taking Troy’s cock hurt—he couldn’t help moaning his pain—but something hard back there, fucking him relentlessly, excited him in a fresh way.
Troy’s hot breath on his neck disappeared. Kirk felt the younger man hold his hips still while he pounded in and out, in and out. Now I know how Natalie feels! flitted through his thoughts, and he wondered that he, Kirk Bauer, wide-shouldered hero that made women swoon, should find satisfaction in another man reaming his ass.
“Oh, Christ,” he moaned, aching to come, but unable to, and wondering what he should do. “Jesus, I gotta, please.”
One of Troy’s hands grasped his erection, the other still restraining Kirk while the younger man fucked his ass hard. He gave himself up to the sensation of stiffness inside rubbing him, and stiffness outside being pumped, wanting to shriek when the tide of pleasure rushed through him. Not even his first time with a woman compared to this grasping, thrilling sensation of being thoroughly taken, with another man’s hand on him, pulling the last bit of cum from him.
All he could think was, I want to give the same pleasure back to Troy.