The crowd in the hotel bar were engaged in friendly chatter. The small tables, each surrounded by horseshoe shaped red leather chairs, were all full as were the ten or so stools at the bar. People talked in couples or groups. Everyone seemed to be relaxed and at ease with their surroundings.
Yanik closed the black leather folder he had in front of him and loosened his tie.
His companions had left just a few minutes earlier and, no longer needing to take up a table that seated six, he got to his feet and made his way to the bar, relieved his final meeting was over and he could relax. Seeing a stool being vacated, just to his left, he slid the folder onto its cushion, hoping that would stake his claim.
A handsome young man with deep blue eyes and a very short haircut looked at Yanik as he moved in front of the stool and smiled.
“Is this seat taken?”
“No, no, it’s not. I wondered how long it would be before it was though. By my reckoning that was about two seconds.” The younger man held out his hand. “I’m Nathan, or Nate, which conference are you here for?”
For a moment Yanik wasn’t sure if he wanted to engage in conversation but there was something endearing about his companion, an honesty that appealed to him, and so he lifted his folder onto the bar and felt his fingers envelop a soft and smooth palm as he spoke.
“Green Accounting.” Yanik managed to resist the temptation to pull a face as he sat down. He had been one of the main speakers and organizers, but still had to admit it had been pretty hard going in places.
“Oh, right, I have no idea what that means. So, are you an accountant or an environmentalist?” Nathan took the final swallow of his drink, and waited for the reply.
“Accountant, but I have to admit I’m getting greener by the minute. I guess you could describe it as taking the effects of production and consumption on the environment into account when implementing any financial or economic measures. So, if you wanted to build a new factory, I would advise you on what would make sense economically as well as environmentally.” He paused and then spoke again, “You can let your eyes glaze over now!” Yanik signalled for the barman, realizing he might enjoy chatting with handsome and engaging company for a while, especially as he’d had the good grace not to look too bored. “Gin and tonic please, with a slice of lemon, Nathan?”
“The same thanks.” Nathan raised his now empty glass in salute and they both watched as their drinks were prepared. “I didn’t get your name.” The younger man looked up at deep brown eyes and felt himself being drawn in.
“Yanik, Yanik Fitzpatrick, I’m pleased to meet you, Nathan.”
“Well, cheers, Yanik, I’m pleased to meet you too.”
For a minute or so the men nursed their drinks, the silence between them neither heavy nor lengthy enough that they felt the need to break it. Yanik, taking a third sip from his tumbler, absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair.
“I used to be able to do that.” Nathan looked on almost wistfully and then smiled as Yanik laughed.
“I’m told I do it a lot, I’m not really aware of it so I guess it’s a habit.” Yanik’s hair almost touched his shoulders, it was dark brown, almost black in places and, accountant or not, he had no intention of having it cut. It fell in waves, and the only time he would let scissors anywhere near it was when those waves began to straighten with the weight of the hair. If it was short it became almost unruly, the curls twisting in all directions, and so, unless he too had a buzz cut like his companion, shoulder length was the best choice for him. “I’m sorry, I sort of let my mind wander then.” Yanik realized Nathan was speaking and began to refocus.
“That’s ok, I just said this is long, compared to when I first had it cut I mean.” He ran his hand across the bristles, showing just how fine his blond hair was.
“Hey, Nate.” A greeting was called out from by the bar door and Nathan turned, a smile on his face, as he recognised the voice.
“John, how’s it hanging?”
“Long and low, my man, long and low.” The man waved his hand as he walked on past, through the doors towards the restaurant, and out of sight. As he did so Yanik noticed another guest also wave at his companion.
“This is my local, I live just down the road. It’s far better than the pubs in the area and I like to spend at least one evening a week here.” Nathan explained his sudden popularity, looking a little embarrassed.
“So you aren’t here for one of the other exciting conferences that have been taking place then?” There had been a welcome board up in main reception directing people to various areas. Yanik had noticed venues for the women’s institute, a national childbirth organisation and a bird watching association mentioned there.
“Um no, although when I was younger I used to work here occasionally to help out when things got busy. Those ladies from the women’s institute seriously know how to party!” Nathan grinned, enjoying the way the dark brown eyes of the man next to him seemed to sparkle, as he realized he’d made his new friend laugh.
“What do you do for a living now? Is it as exciting as being an accountant?” The self-depreciation was evident in his voice as Yanik spoke and Nathan considered a moment before replying.
“Media I guess would be the umbrella term. I work in the film industry.”
“Oh, right. I’ve had some clients who are in that field. So, are we talking blockbuster movies? Should I ask if I’ve seen you in anything?”
“Yes-ish and no. Yes, movies, but not blockbusters, and no you won’t see me looking like this in front of the camera.” Nathan blushed as he spoke, much to Yanik’s surprise but he said nothing although he noted how sexy the younger man looked with a flush to his face.
“There’s a table free down there, I was going to order a sandwich or something, would you mind if we moved over to it?” In the five minutes or so the two men had been talking a large number of the bar’s occupants had either left altogether or moved into the restaurant. There were now a few free tables and bar stools around the place. Yan had planned to eat in his room but was enjoying the company and so changed his mind.
“No problem. I might join you, the bar food here is pretty good.” Nathan slid down from his chair and moved in front of Yanik. In spite of himself the older man found himself checking out the tight butt in faded and frayed blue jeans and then looking up at the pristine white t-shirt, which stretched slightly, over muscular, tanned upper arms. Nathan had the tips of a tattoo peeking out of the neck of his top. It looked like some sort of Celtic symbol in dark blue ink with a red outline. Yanik wondered what the rest of the tat would look like and then shook the image off as he sat down; there was no way the beautiful younger man would be interested in him.
The evening passed quickly. Yanik was finding himself more and more attracted to Nathan as they chatted. He watched the younger man’s every move, the way he ate, how he used his hands when he talked, the fact that he seemed in no hurry to end their time together, and realized he was wanting more than just words.
Yanik’s previous relationship had gradually run out of steam. Neither of them had cheated on the other or changed in any marked way; instead they had both realized, at about the same time, there was no future for them together and so, quite amicably, had parted a little over six months earlier.
Yan, still winding down from the business of the past few days, felt nicely relaxed as he listened to Nathan chatting amicably about a hundred and one different things. Finally, just before eleven, he checked his watch and exclaimed in shock.
“Wow, where did the evening go? I have to drive home early tomorrow, Nathan, but it’s been fun. I … maybe we could meet up again?” He stood wishing their time didn’t have to end. He had become very enamoured of his companion as the night had worn on and felt a definite attraction he would like to take further. He was disappointed they would have to say goodbye.
“I should be getting back too, at least it’s the weekend coming up.” Nathan got to his feet, smoothed his t-shirt down, and was aware of Yanik’s eyes looking him up and down. He knew he had been watched all evening. It hadn’t been an unpleasant feeling and now his groin began to tighten as he realized that not only did he like the attention but also he didn’t want it to end. “I’ll walk out with you, if that’s ok?”
“Um, yeah, fine.” Yanik mumbled his words, conscious of the fact that his body had begun to betray him. He was staring now but, knowing they were about to go their separate ways, didn’t want to look away. Together they walked towards the elevators in the main lobby and Yanik pushed the call button. As he did so he felt a hand cover his own.
“I don’t have to go home you know.”
The words were as soft as the skin against him and Yanik turned, feeling his cock harden in his suit pants as he spoke.
“Then stay, please.” His voice, husky and deep, surprised him, as did the quick kiss, which was placed against his lips. The doors to the lift opened and the two men walked inside. Yanik pressed the button for the third floor and, as they were alone, Nathan turned to capture Yanik in a tender embrace, kissing him and holding him as close as he could. Their lips were still locked when the doors opened and they heard the clearing of another guest’s throat.
“Well, really, I don’t know what the world is coming to.” Both men looked round to see an extremely disgruntled, middle aged lady, suitcase by her side, glaring at them. Feeling rather sheepish they moved past, Nathan holding the door for their interloper, and then, as the lights showed the progress of her descent to the ground floor, laughed and kissed again, feeling an electricity between them that excited them both.
“At least she didn’t tell us to get a room!” Yanik unlocked his door as he spoke and ushered Nathan inside.
“I think we beat her to it, or at least you did.”
The room in question was fairly basic, a neatly made double bed with a wardrobe, chest of drawers and one easy chair. There was also a mini bar, and a TV while tea and coffee making equipment sat on the nightstand by the bed. Through an open door Nathan saw a room with bath and shower as well as the toilet and sink.
“As you can see, when the firm pays it’s not going to splash out for anything other than the necessities of life.”
“If it has a bed, lover, then it’s fine by me.” Nathan moved towards Yanik and was taken into another embrace.
“You are a forward little minx aren’t you?” The words were almost growled as the older man decided to take the lead and move things to where he wanted them to go.
“When I see something, or someone, I want, yes, I am. I … I don’t usually do one-night stands, and I hope this won’t be one, but I’m prepared to take that risk.” Nathan gasped as he felt a hand over his already hardening erection and raised his arms to help Yanik remove his top. The cool air in the room tightened his nipples; at least he blamed the air, even though he was, as he had been for most of the evening, extremely aroused.
“Ohhhh, Yanik, yes, ohh.” His left nub was suddenly being laved and Nathan found himself squirming in his companion’s grasp as he ran his fingers into long hair, locking them in the tresses and enjoying the feel of softness against him. As he did so Yanik’s own fingers began to undo his jeans and, knowing he had no shorts on beneath, Nathan felt himself harden as his flesh was exposed.
“Ohhhh, I think I’ve been picked up. You were hoping to score, my little slut, weren’t you?” Words Yanik would never normally use tripped off his tongue and felt so right. He saw Nathan, his eyes dark with passion, just nod as he moved a hand to take hold of his impressive sex and then begin to stroke it. Nathan felt his jeans slip down to his ankles and then, shucking his shoes off at the same time, he completely disrobed.
“Let me undress you, I want to see you too.” Nathan was confident in his nakedness, knowing he looked good, and he reached out to the first button on Yanik’s shirt.
As he unfastened the garment Nathan could see a thick thatch of hair on a muscular chest becoming apparent to his gaze. Fingers, almost of their own volition, began to run through the curls until he too found a nipple, which he pinched at playfully before returning to the job at hand.
The shirt was soon on the chair along with Yanik’s suit pants, his shorts, socks and tie. Both men had tumbled onto the bed almost immediately their clothes were gone, mouths locked together once more. Their tongues duelled as they kissed and ran fingers over each other’s bodies, feeling, touching, exploring, until, in need of air, they pulled apart and just looked at each other.
“How did you know I’d be interested in you? I’m older, a lot older I think.” Yanik traced intricate patterns across Nathan’s smooth chest as he spoke. His fingers running over taught muscles that showed him Nathan, as he did himself, worked out regularly. The nipple he hadn’t sucked at had a bar through it and he toyed idly with it as he spoke.
“I guess so, I’m twenty-four; and I didn’t, not right away, but you had such beautiful eyes I thought it was worth a chance. Then …” For a moment Nathan looked down, “I … I saw you checking me out, when we went to sit down, I mean, and … and, that was when I figured I would make a move. Do you mind?”
“No, not at all; this is more than I could have hoped for.” Yanik kissed at the soft curve of Nathan’s neck, sucking slightly to leave a red mark before speaking again, a sultry look in his eyes but a smile in his voice. “Just so you know, you being a fast worker and all, I’m twelve years older than you, I top, always have. I don’t have any interest in doing it any other way. I haven’t been in a steady relationship for a while, I was clean last time I was checked, I’m careful, loyal and, well, for what it’s worth, I don’t do one-night stands either. Yanik’s words ran together as he spoke faster and faster, until Nathan placed a finger on his lips.
“Shhh, it’s alright, just kiss me, and tell me what you want.” Nathan put his words into action by placing his lips over Yanik’s, his tongue gently tracing the skin and causing his partner to shudder.
Reluctantly Yanik moved back and looked into the deep blue eyes of the young man who had swept him off his feet. He liked his sex quite rough, to be in charge, tell his partners what to do, and then take them to the edge over and over before letting them have release. This time though, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to let that happen. With a growl he reached up again and, grasping Nathan’s shoulders, pulled them chest-to-chest, before rolling so he was leaning over him.
“You, lover, I want you. Give me your hands.” Yanik grasped the wrists and then raised them above Nathan’s head.
“Take me, Yanik, make me yours.” The younger man’s eyes sparkled and he thrust up against Nathan’s body, his hard muscle already throbbing and in need of release. He had always been a little submissive, even though he was tall and strong, and it seemed as if he had found, for now at least, the ideal partner.
“Is this what you want?” Yanik got up and stood up by the side of the bed, his cock in front of Nathan’s face. He had just over seven inches of rigid flesh that he was slowly stroking. It curved when erect and the head was already a pulsating purple. The precum was lubricating it and making it shine. He saw Nathan lick his lips and move so he could reach out and touch it.
“Ohh, yes. Suck it. Take it all.” Yanik thrust himself forward, pushing his tool down Nathan’s throat, surprised when he took it without a murmur. “Ohhhh, yesss, baby, all of it.” He increased his pace, fucking Nathan’s face, hearing him gag as he touched the back of his throat and, as the excitement in the room rose, he pulled back.
“Yan?” Nathan looked up, eyes full of worry for a moment and felt himself being pushed back against the mattress as Yanik knelt between his legs.
“So beautiful, so talented, don’t want to cum yet, baby, let me taste you, feel you, get you ready for me.” He leant down, leaving opened mouth kisses in a trail across Nathan’s stomach before, pausing only to run his tongue round and into the small belly button, Yanik found his way to the base of Nathan’s cock. All the hair had been removed, the skin was silky smooth and again Yanik sucked, the red marks he left this time more vivid, as he rapaciously took his fill. Nathan bucked against him, trying to get his cock to rub anywhere on his older lover’s hairy, sexy body.
Yanik moved back a little, no longer touching Nathan and then, slowly, sensuously he put two fingers into his mouth, sucked on them for a moment and then began to slowly jerk his cock, the uncut head glistening with pre-cum as he did so, while a sheen of sweat began to coat his fur covered chest and abs.
“Do you want this, baby? Want me to tan your hot backside as I take you, feel me inside you?”
“God, Yan, yes. Please, touch me, touch my cock, lover, please, please.” Nathan’s voice wavered with emotion; he was so horny he felt like he would burst. Yanik was so strong, so dominant, and he wanted to be everything to this man, even though he’d only just met him. Slowly, carefully Nate turned over, got on his hands and knees and then, raising his butt in the air, parted his cheeks and opened himself up for his lover to take him.
“Ohhh, yes, that’s what I want, so sexy, baby.” His smooth, hairless, cheeks were kneaded before, slowly, tentatively at first; a tongue began to explore his crevice, making its way towards the pulsating portal where Yanik began to rim him.
“Ahhhhh.” Nathan pushed back against the warm wet heat. He felt Yanik furl his tongue and then, with jabbing movements the older man began to enter him, lubricating and loosening him, beginning the process that Nate knew would end when he was impaled on the rock hard cock he could see as he looked back at his lover.”
“Damn.” Yanik stopped what he was doing and stood up. “Nate, wait … I,” the bed lurched a little and Nathan watched as Yanik hurried into the bathroom, returning with a container of body lotion which he began to drip onto Nate’s back.
“Lie flat.” The words were an order and Nathan immediately assented. The coolness of the crème made him shiver, but then warm hands began to massage it in. Strong fingers pushed at his back, energizing his muscles but relaxing his body.
“Love your tattoo, Nate, looks so hot.” Nate felt small kisses where the artwork crossed his shoulders. Then a tongue was tracing the shape and he moaned, enjoying the feelings but needing more. He began to rub himself against the sheets, desperate for those sensations even as he relished the touch of his lover. The tongue left his skin and Yanik placed a hand on Nathan’s butt.
“Shhh, are you ready for me?”
“Yes, oh, God, yes, Yanik, please.” He raised himself back up onto hands and knees, felt a sharp slap on his left cheek, and then heard a chuckle as the lotion touched his skin again and ran down the crevice, touching his rosebud and making him gasp at its touch. Yan moved onto the bed once more and then Nate heard the words he was waiting for.
“Fingers, baby, just fingers. Relax.” Yan’s voice was soft now, the domination, no longer needed, had disappeared, and gently, slowly, he eased inside Nathan, relishing the warm tightness he found.
“Ohhh, arghhh, Yan, feels … so good, more … lover, two fingers … put two inside.” Nathan was pushing back, taking the digit in as deep as he could, desperate for it to rub his prostate and increase his feelings of depravity. He moaned in disappointment as Yanik did as he had been instructed, removing the one finger and replacing it with two. He began to move in and out, scissoring as he did so and then, when Nathan thought he couldn’t wait any longer, he felt the pad of a finger touch his hidden jewel.
“Fuck, Yan, ohhhh, my God, oh, oh, yes.” Electricity shot through him and he felt his cock jerk in response to the stimulation.
“Don’t you cum, not yet. Only when I say, understand?”
“Yes, I … ohhhh, I’ll try.” Again he was being stimulated from inside and Nate reached down, grasping his cock tightly at the base, trying to restrict the feelings he felt. “Fuck me, Yan, take me now, I need it so bad.”
“All in good time, baby, need protection.” Yan rolled a condom onto his rock hard sex. He was so rigid it almost hurt and he rubbed the lotion on quickly, not wanting to stay outside Nathan’s hot body any longer than he had to. Willing himself to go slowly he positioned the head of his cock at Nate’s entrance and then, gently, almost tenderly, he began to push.
“Let me in, precious, that’s … oh God, that’s it.”
Nathan opened up; pushing back against the heat he felt on his body and then forced himself not to tense up as the pain shot through him.
“Arghhh, no, don’t stop, oh, shit, go on, pl … please.” Nate gritted his teeth, he had seen that Yanik was thick as well as long but he still felt huge going into him. Suddenly, just as he thought he would have to beg him to stop, Yanik was inside, the burning levelled off and Nathan let his shoulders collapse onto the bed as he tried to catch his breath.
“We have all night, angel, just rest, I’m not going anywhere.” Yanik moved his hand round to grasp Nathan’s wilted cock. Slowly he began to stroke it, speeding up and then going slowly again until, as the pain began to recede, the pleasure took over and, inside his fist, Yan felt the blood pump and the tool swell again.
“Here we go, babe, slowly, until you tell me otherwise.” Yanik moved so his hands grasped Nate’s hips and began to move, an inch at a time, watching body language, until he was completely absorbed into his new lover’s body. His heavy balls slapped against soft skin and he watched as Nathan took a hold of his cock, moving pre-cum so it was lubricated before beginning to jerk himself off and push even deeper onto Yanik’s tool. Yan raised his right hand and brought it down hard on Nathan’s butt. The red mark exciting him and making Nate call out.
“Fuck me, Yan, take me hard, hard and fast.”
Yanik, although he wanted to do just as Nathan said, moved slowly. He pulled out until only his head remained inside, and then he pushed steadily back in once, twice, three times. There was no pain left, Nathan was moaning in pleasure and pumping himself faster and faster. With a groan of arousal Yanik finally plunged in at the speed he preferred, pushing Nate’s head into the pillow as he did so and spanking him on each in stroke.
“Gonna make you scream, baby, gonna make you shoot so hard you scream for me.”
“Yes, Yan, fuck me, make me cum, oh, oh, ohhhh.”
“Cum for me, now, Nate, now, baby.”
Sweat shone on both their bodies, their skin slapped together, and then, as Nathan’s back arched, and his channel clenched around Yanik’s rigid erection he did as he’d been told.
“Now, Yan, oh, Oh, OH, FUCK, YANIKKK.” Again and again his spunk shot out and onto the bed as his muscles contracted with each pulse. Yanik, so close to the edge, felt himself being milked and then, with his own cry of release, began filling the condom, shooting his load in convulsions so strong he was unable to remain upright. He fell beside his lover, calling out his name as he did so, before scooping him into his arms and surrendering to the sleep that beckoned them both.
Nathan awoke to the feeling of soft lips against his eyelids. For a moment he had no idea where he was, but then, as those lips moved against his own, he remembered and looked up into the deep brown eyes he had become lost in the night before.
“Good morning, precious. Did you sleep well?”
“Mmmmm, but the waking up was even better.” Nate reached out and pushed the slightly mussed up hair away from Yanik’s face. “So beautiful, you are so beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Yanik placed kisses down Nathan’s neck, before moving on to his chest and taking the gold bar piercing into his mouth. He flicked at it with his tongue and Nathan arched his back, trying to get closer to the body above him.
“Make love to me again, Yan, fill me with your wonderful cock before we leave.” Already he was aroused, his morning hard on pulsating with need and, reaching down, Nate felt Yanik’s tool resting against his own and wrapped his fingers as far round the two as he could.
“Love your taste, babe, your smell, everything about you.” Yanik’s mouth was leaving marks now, red circles across the skin and then he began to nip, sending electric sensations straight to Nate’s groin.
“Ohhh, yes, lover, more, do that some more.” Yan nodded and began sucking and nipping his way towards the red-hot sex he could feel his own erection rubbing against. Resolutely he moved so that they were no longer touching before taking Nathan’s entire length into his warm wet mouth and gently raking his teeth back up to the tip again.
“Ohhhh, fuck, Yan, feels … feels so good.” Nate raised his hands and grasped the bed head behind him. Yanik looked up and saw him lying submissively once again and began to suck harder, moving up and down in a steady rhythm, watching his lover at the same time.
Nate’s head rolled from side to side as he writhed on the bed. Both nipples were rock hard pebbles, his body was covered in a light sheen of sweat and, as Yanik began to run a finger around his tight rosebud, he knew he was about to loose it.
“Gonna cum, Yan, don’t stop, lover, oh, oh, yes, fuck, YES!” Again and again his spunk shot into Yanik’s mouth, and Nate saw him swallow furiously. Finally, as the spasms slowed and stopped, Yan moved up the now limp body of his partner and kissed him passionately on the lips. Nathan tasted himself, felt some of his nectar as it rolled into his own mouth and then, as Yan pulled away, he opened wide to show it resting on his tongue before swallowing it down and reaching up to kiss Yanik once more.
For a while they gently explored each other’s bodies. The fervour of their previous couplings was replaced with tender caresses and touches. Nathan ran his fingers through Yanik’s chest hair, relishing the feel of it against his skin. He took both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling and pulling at them and laughing as his partner moaned aloud, panting his renewed arousal.
“Want you, precious, one more time. Want to see you, see your face while I take you.”
“Yes, lover, put your fat cock in me, make me cum again, but cover me, paint me with your spunk.” Nathan, already on his back let his legs fall against the covers, his genitals, still limp, rested against his thigh as he watched Yanik play with himself, his semi erect cock began to harden, the bend in it becoming more pronounced as it did so.
Yan knelt on the bed and began to slowly make his way from the tip of Nathan’s cock to his waiting portal. His tongue, warm and firm, left its shiny trail and then he blew against it as Nathan once again began to writhe beneath him.
“Play with yourself, my angel, show me what you do, but wait, I’ll tell you when you can cum.” As soon as he finished speaking Yanik was again sucking and licking the warm skin of his lover just below where Nate’s hand moved up and down. He sucked first one orb into his mouth, and then the other before moving from the soft and silky sac and onto the smooth skin behind. He applied a little pressure, his lips kissing the skin and pulling it into his mouth. Each time he finished a movement he looked up, watching Nate as he fisted his cock, the pre cum glistening as he moved up and down.
Finally, when Nathan thought he was going to burst, Yanik looked up again.
“Turn over, let me get you ready.”
Nathan did as he was told, making himself comfortable on all fours, his whole body trembling with excitement as he waited for Yanik to reach his goal. He felt his skin being kissed, sucked, and then, as Nathan used his hands to part his cheeks, Yan began to lick around the tight muscle, not touching the centre until Nate could stand it no longer.
“Touch me there, let me feel you suck me, I want you so bad, please, God, Yan, touch me, touch me there.” Nathan was an experienced lover but could never remember being so desperate for the feel of someone against his skin. He pushed his butt up into the air, exposing himself fully, hoping it would speed Yanik’s journey, and then, without any warning he felt the furled muscle being pressed against his opening. “Oh, yes, like that, like that, Yan, ohhhh.”
The tongue probed for a minute or two and then Yanik pulled back. He let the cold body lotion slip down into the crack and watched as it made its way towards Nathan’s tight, star-like opening. Quickly rubbing some over his fingers Yan gently began to enter Nate, watching him tense up, seeing his eyes close for a moment, before he relaxed and let the penetration continue.
Soon Yanik had two and then three fingers inside, moving them, stretching his partner before, slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled himself free.
“Turn on your back again, relax, ok?” Yan saw Nathan nod his head and then, his hand fisting his own cock, watched as the younger man rolled over. He moved in as Nathan raised his legs up and onto his own body. Yan rolled a condom on and smeared the lotion over it. Grasping his rock hard tool he guided it to the small opening and rested it there.
“Watch me, baby, watch me take you.” Both men pushed at the same time and slowly, but not too slowly, Yanik felt himself being accepted. Nathan’s hands were fists on the sheets, his eyes closed and his bottom lip held between his teeth. Gradually though he began to loosen up and Yan moved further in. The tightness and heat spurred him on and, a little faster than he had intended, he was buried to the hilt inside Nathan.
Yan leant forward, his own hands now in fists on the bed as Nate reached up to stroke his face. His body felt so right between Nate’s legs and, as he began to pump, he captured the sweet lips of his lover in a tender kiss, and looked deep into the younger man’s eyes as Nathan spoke to him, his words breathless and husky.
“Now, lover, fuck me hard. Want to feel you right up in my chest, make me yours, Yan, Sir, please.”
The submissive attitude was too much for Yanik, he pulled back, taking his impressive cock out all the way to the bulbous head and then, with a feral roar he surged back in, pumping over and over, in and out as he grasped Nathan by the thighs, his balls slapping hard against the smooth skin of the butt he was plundering and he growled at Nathan.
“Play with yourself, slut, right to the edge, but don’t you cum, you hear me?”
“Yes, Sir.” Nathan immediately began to fist himself; his hand moved faster and faster until it was almost a blur. Stars danced behind his eyelids, sweat poured from him and then, his balls began to tighten.
“Ohhhh, God, gonna cum, Yan, please.”
“NO!” A hand grabbed at Nathan’s wrist and he felt his movements cease. With a sob of frustration he moved his hand back and rested it on the sheet, but his body carried on humping the air as it was violated. The feelings of Yanik’s cock inside him keeping Nate so close to the edge he knew one more touch would finish it.
Yanik watched Nathan struggle with his emotions. He pounded him hard, pushing him backwards and forwards on the bed, and then, as he felt himself swell, he spoke again.
“Cum, slut, cum for me now.” A hand grasped the desperate sex, Nathan began pumping furiously and, as Yanik was gripped even tighter by the hot muscles that surrounded him, Nathan cried out his name and began to shoot his load. Yan pulled free, ripped the condom off and let his own crème join that of his lover, splashing on Nathan’s chest, and abs, and leaving him exhausted.
Yanik let Nathan shower alone, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he were to join him. When they were both dressed and ready for their day they kissed tenderly before leaving the room where they had both enjoyed themselves to the full.
Nathan accepted the offer of a lift home and then invited Yan in for a coffee, wanting to keep his lover around for as long as possible. Yanik looked approvingly at the small, neat and tidy town house. The sun was shining and Nathan opened the double French doors and showed Yan out onto the patio. He sat and enjoyed the feel of warmth on his face, closing his eyes and relaxing until his host joined him.
“There you go, black, strong, no sugar.”
For a while they sat in companionable silence. Finally, resting his hand on top of Yanik’s, Nathan spoke quietly.
“I will phone, I don’t want to lose touch with you.” They had exchanged numbers and e-mail addresses, promising to ring or write regularly.
“So will I. I’m only an hour away, we don’t have to stop seeing each other. I want to carry on too.” Yan moved closer and ran a thumb over Nathan’s lips. “You are so hot, baby, and so beautiful. I want you to be mine.” As he leant in and gently kissed his lover he felt a hand move into his long dark hair and moaned. Neither man increased the pace though as, slowly, tenderly, they explored each other’s mouths, trying to capture the moment in their memories.
“Next weekend, precious, come and stay with me next weekend.” Yanik’s voice was husky with desire and he could feel the pressure of his cock against the firm denim of his jeans.
“Oh, Yan, I can’t, not next weekend; I’m working, in Amsterdam. Following one?” Nathan’s eyes filled with regret as he spoke and then he saw Yan nod.
“Yes, I’ll e-mail you directions. I have to go. Nate, I’m so sorry.”
Both men stood up and then, not wanting to part, began to kiss again. Yanik felt Nathan’s fingers in his hair and he began to massage the back of the blond man before him. Their bodies ground together but they knew, for now at least, their lovemaking was over.
As the winter turned into spring and then summer Nathan and Yanik got closer. They met up most weekends getting to know more and more about each other as they enjoyed the bond that was forming. As they had made love before going out that part of their relationship carried on as before. Yanik relished the chance to be in control, to have Nathan beg him for release, while the younger man willingly surrendered to the commands and desires of his dominant lover. As July drew to a close, to celebrate Yanik’s thirty-seventh birthday, they held a barbeque where Nathan knew he would be introduced to those friends who had yet to meet him.
Yan had been concerned at first when Nathan hadn’t seemed willing to invite him to any of his work social gatherings. When he had explained that, as an underling, he usually spent his time fetching drinks, ordering food and being a general gopher the older man had stopped worrying. Yanik knew, as Nathan did, he would only get annoyed if he witnessed it for himself and didn’t want to jeopardise Nate’s working relationship with anyone.
“It isn’t going to rain, stop looking at the sky.” Yanik came into the sunroom with a plate of crudités and dip, put them down on the almost groaning table and then moved up behind Nathan. He kissed at the tanned neck, tonguing the top of the tattoo before inhaling the musky smell of aftershave and ground his hard cock against the soft butt of the man he treasured.
“I just want it to be a success for you. All week the sun’s shone; I was sure it was going to be a day to make Noah proud today.”
“Oh ye of little faith. This was ordered months ago!” Yan winked and turned Nathan so he could plunder the soft lips he loved so much. Nathan leant against him, yielding, as he always did, to Yanik’s superior strength and position in their relationship.
“Want you, lover, please.” Yan had teased Nathan over the last twenty-four hours that they’d been together. He’d bought a cock ring and Nathan had worn it twice as they’d made love. Each time he’d got to the point he thought he would shoot, Yan had stopped what he was doing, until finally Nathan had begged, almost in tears, to be allowed to cum.
“Later, my little slut. My birthday party will be over by eleven. I plan to take you to my room and plunder your pretty butt and watch you shoot your cum everywhere.” Since then Nathan had been so horny he’d thought he would explode. Yanik had continued to tease him, running his hand along the front of his tight jeans from the top of the fly to the crotch, grabbing the hard outline of cock he could see straining at the material and kissing Nathan every opportunity he got.
“Yan, please, let me cum, I can do it again later. Want you to suck me, fuck me, before everyone arrives, please.” Nathan looked up into the deep brown eyes, which had enticed him at the beginning of their relationship, and saw the strong resolve weaken and then disappear completely.
“Here, slut, I’ll take you here.” Yan ground into Nate, their cocks duelling through the material that surrounded them and then both men began to hurriedly remove their pants.
There was a tub of hand cream on the kitchen counter and Yan reached through the serving hatch to grab it. He no longer wore a condom, each man having been given a clean bill of health. They had assured each other of their faithfulness and Yanik had happily dispensed with the protection.
“Spread for me.” The words, growled out only made Nathan hungrier for his lover and he turned to lean over the arm of the sofa, his hands holding his cheeks apart, his rosebud already pulsating as he waited for the hard cock he loved.
“Not much time, baby, but you are so hot.”
“Take me, hard and fast, Yan, can’t wait, lover.” He felt Yan’s tool rest at his portal and grasped his own sex. He knew he couldn’t cum until he was told, but he still needed desperately to touch himself.
“Make me cum, Yan, let me cum.”
“Shhh, wait for me.” There had been no preparation and so Yan slowly, very slowly pushed against Nathan. The younger man had become used to the thick, curved cock over the months and the entry was easy and swift.
“Yes, oh, Yan, yes.”
The sight of his lover, leaning over in front of him with both of them still half dressed spurred Yanik on and he pummelled Nathan’s body over and over, minute after minute until he felt his own balls tighten. Nathan had been fisting himself ferociously, then trying to hold back before starting up again. Now though he knew he was almost at the point of no return.
“Please, Yan, Sir, I … can’t … fuck, Yan, let me cum.” The words were sobbed out and then he felt Yanik grasp his hips tightly.
“Yes, God, Yes, Nate, cum with me. Now, baby!” The final words were a roared order and Yan saw spunk shoot out across the black leather of his sofa as he began to unload into Nathan. “Urghhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, yes!”
For a minute or two neither man moved. Yan remained inside his lover while Nathan flopped on the sofa breathing hard. Finally, slowly, Yan moved back, leaving Nate with a slight plop and a feeling of emptiness.
“Go freshen up, people will be here soon.”
Nathan nodded, still not able to speak and, after receiving a tender kiss on his lips, moved towards the downstairs cloakroom. By the time he returned the sofa had been cleaned and Yan was once again smartly but casually dressed in his dark blue jeans and a white button down shirt.
“I think I’ll have to get a chastity belt for you, you are insatiable.”
Nathan hoped Yan was joking, and breathed a sigh of relief as the eyes softened and a smile played across gorgeous kissable lips and with a moan of arousal he turned away.
The doorbell rang just as Yan placed a chaste peck on the back of Nathan’s neck, tracing his tongue over the slightly visible tattoo one final time as he did so.
The sun had, just as Yan promised, shone all afternoon. The medium sized garden rang with happy conversation as friends congregated, enjoying the food, the wine and the company. Nathan had always been an open and sociable man and he found no problem making conversation with all of the guests. As the sun began to go down though he found himself a lounger and, for a minute or two, took a rest.
Yanik had seen his lover stretch out to enjoy the late afternoon warmth and smiled. He continued the conversation he was having with his ex-boyfriend, Colin, delighted at how everything had gone, until he was startled by a cry of distress.
“Ohhhh, God, that’s cold.”
“I am so sorry, I must have had more to drink than I thought!” The words of apology came before the cry had finished and Yanik, rushing towards his lover’s voice, found him sitting up, his pristine white t-shirt now stained pink with wine spritzer.
“What happened?” He could see that Nathan had only been startled, and the two ice-cubes in his lap explained the rest of his discomfort, but still he rested a hand on his shoulder to reassure him.
“I didn’t see the lounger, I tripped and, Yan, Nathan, I am so sorry.” The young woman, a secretary in his office, was almost in tears, and Yan moved to where she stood.
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t look like Nate is anything more than a little shocked and slightly pink. He’ll live.”
Nathan, more in control now, nodded his head.
“I was sort of in the way here; like Yan said, don’t worry, I’ll just go change.” Nathan stood up and peeled the wet top off. His tanned body shone with the wine and there was a wet stain on his jeans from the ice. Yanik moved closer to him again and smiled.
“Why don’t you go have a shower so you don’t get all sticky, just grab something out of my wardrobe, love, it should all fit you, sort of.” Yan kissed Nate on the cheek before watching as Nathan turned and walked towards the house. Colin had come over and was standing next to Yan; his eyes though were focused on Nathan’s back, and Yanik smiled.
“I love that tattoo, I’m too pathetic to have one myself though.”
“Yeah, me too.” Colin’s voice was thoughtful, and Yan looked at him curiously.
“What’s the matter?”
“What? Oh, nothing, nothing, I’m just a bit tired that’s all.” Colin moved away, looking for his own partner, and Yan, accosted again by his apologetic guest, let him go.
It was after eleven before everything had been cleared away and the house was back to its tidy self. Yan and Nate sat, curled round each other on the sofa, occasionally kissing or touching lips, hair, hands.
“I love you, you do know that, don’t you, Nate?” It was Yanik who broke the silence, suddenly needing to hear his partner’s voice.
“Oh yes, I know that, and I love you too. I think I have done since that first night, when you took control and let me be who I wanted to be.” Nathan squirmed round a bit so that he could look into Yanik’s beautiful eyes. “Make love to me, Yan, slowly, gently, show me how much you love me.” His lips were captured again, the softness of his older lover’s skin against his own increasing his arousal, and then he felt fingers pulling at the pale blue t-shirt he had picked from Yan’s wardrobe. There was no sensation of urgency, but as soon as the cotton top hit the floor Yan began to unfasten the jeans Nate wore, pushing them down and growling as he saw his lover had no underwear on.
“Well, it got all wet.” The innocent look on Nathan’s face tugged at Yanik’s heartstrings and he pulled the young man closer.
“So will you, baby, I promise you that.” Yanik leant back on the sofa and watched as Nathan’s nimble fingers began to undo the buttons on his casual shirt. He felt the tips run through the hair on his chest and then, as his top joined the rest of the clothes on the floor he raised his hips so Nathan could remove his own jeans and pants. When they were both naked he pulled Nate up by the hand and led him to the bedroom. He pushed him onto the bed before lying next to him and beginning to kiss him all over again. Nathan ran his fingers down the muscular back of his lover, feeling the vertebra as well as the soft skin before it gently rose into the two sexy hairy cheeks that he loved to touch. His hands began to knead the flesh, causing Yan to break his kiss to moan in arousal.
Yanik’s arms were clasped round the back of Nate, his fingers feeling the shoulder muscles undulate as his own skin was massaged. Slowly he began to move against Nathan, his cock growing hard and long as he did so. Nate, already more wound up than he thought he could cope with, excitedly moved in concert with his lover, mirroring his thrusts and grinds until, breath heavy with lust, he looked into Yanik’s eyes.
“Want you, Yan, take me, love you so much, angel, please, want to feel you in me.”
Yanik just nodded. It never failed to surprise and excite him when Nathan showed how submissive he was. He knew though that this time the younger man wanted to be taken gently, and so, pushing him onto his back once more, Yan began to place tender kisses across his tanned chest, lovingly running his fingers in lazy patterns across his hips and groin but never coming close to the straining sex he knew was desperate for stimulation.
“Please … God … Yan … please.” Nathan’s short hair glistened with sweat, his fists were clenched around the sheets and his body bucked with frustration.
“What, baby, what do you want?” Yan stopped his kissing and touching to look up into Nathan’s face.
“You … please … no more … take me … can’t … ohhhh, fuck, yes!” Nathan’s pleading dissolved into pleasure as, finally, Yanik began to lick at his cock. The rock hard tool was laved from top to bottom while a warm hand followed the movements, spreading the saliva and pre-cum, lubricating, stimulating and causing Nathan to clench his butt muscles, trying not to shoot his load without permission.
He moaned with disappointment as Yan sat up, his cock leaving his mouth with a pop. Yanik ran the lube down over his lover’s dark portal, pushing his legs up on to Nathan’s chest so he could see what he was doing. Slowly, almost reverently, first one finger was pushed in, then two and finally three, rubbing his prostate and stretching Nate ready for the thick curved cock.
The feel of warmth pressed against him only increased Nathan’s lust and he pulled his cheeks further apart than usual, wanting Yanik to see how ready for him he was.
“When you want to cum, baby, you can. No rules tonight, just whatever you want to happen, ok?”
Nathan, not trusting himself to speak, nodded. The feelings were already wonderful and he didn’t want to cum because they would stop. He felt the head of Yanik’s sex as it penetrated him and relished the slow journey it took to fill him. He reached down and grasped his own flesh, as a hand began to gently stroke and tease at his nipples and Yan began to kiss him, leaning forward, altering the angle of his penetration and causing Nate to cry out in ecstasy.
Yan knew how to keep Nate from cumming, he took him to the edge three times, never stimulating him quite enough to set him free. He could see that, even though he had permission, Nathan wanted to last as long as he could. Finally though, as Yan began to speed up and increase the pressure and lengths of his strokes, Nathan knew he couldn’t last any longer.
“Gonna cum, lover, ohhhh, yes, now, now, Yannnn!” His body, arched up from the bed, convulsed wildly as he lost control. He felt load after load shoot over his abs as Yanik called out his name, pumping hard and fast now as he reached completion himself and then flooding his channel with his hot cum. Nathan fought to stay conscious as Yanik pulled out of him, but, as the final tremors wracked his body, he disappeared into the darkness, satiated and complete.
It was a week after the party that, with Nathan away on business, Yanik found himself alone on a Saturday night for the first time in a long while. He had flicked through myriad different TV channels, dismissing talent shows, crime series and documentaries before giving up all together and grabbing a book from one of his shelves.
Soon lost in the words Yan was surprised when he heard his doorbell ring. He was even more surprised when he answered it and found Colin standing there.
“Um, hi, Yan, how are you?”
“I’m good, how about you?”
“Yeah, me too. Could, could I come in do you think?”
“What? Oh, yes, sorry, sure.” Yanik was uneasy but had no idea why. He stood to one side and let his ex-boyfriend into the house. They had remained friends, socializing occasionally as well as talking now and then on the phone.
“What’s up?” Yan knew the visit was causing Colin problems and wanted to clear the air. They had never had any difficulty talking to each other and he didn’t want that to change.
“Away on business, why, did you want to see him instead of me?”
“No, no, not really. God, Yan, this is so hard.”
“Sit down, then just tell me, ok?”
Colin nodded his head, sat on the edge of one of the suite chairs and began to turn over a small parcel he held in his hands.
“Do you know what business that is?”
“Nate? Um, yeah, media, film, why?”
“What’s his last name?”
“Griffin. Look, Colin, what is this? We’re finished, over, you have a new partner and I’m certainly not going to give you the third degree about him.”
“No, I know you’re not, and I wish I didn’t have to do it either. What does Nathan do in the film industry?”
“He’s never said, but from the way he’s kept me away from it not anything very specific I don’t think. He said he usually just gophers.”
“Oh, ok.” Colin didn’t sound very convinced and, for a minute or two, the room descended into a very uneasy silence.
“Look, Yan, I don’t know what to say but Paul bought this a couple of weeks ago, and, well, we think you should watch it.” Colin stood up as he mentioned the name of his new lover, placed the packet on the coffee table, and strode towards the door. “Remember, please, that I love you, I’ve never wanted to hurt you, ok?”
Yan just nodded, he knew both things, but had a feeling that, whatever Colin did or didn’t want, he was going to be hurt, and very badly. Yanik moved over and took Colin into a hug.
“Thank you. Whatever it is, friends, we’ll always be friends.”
Colin kissed him gently on the lips, opened the front door and then was gone. Yan stood in the cool evening air for a while, watching as the taillights disappeared and then remained in the darkness for almost five minutes before rousing himself and finally closing the door.
Even though he hadn’t wanted to Yanik opened the package Colin had left on the coffee table. He read the blurb on the back, ran a hand through his hair and then, reluctantly, loaded up his DVD player.
Ten minutes into the film he was furious, angry, not sure what to do next. For half an hour he slammed around the house, unable to form a coherent thought until, finally, with a cry of anguish, he grabbed his car keys and stormed out to the garage.
Nathan had been glad of a little down time after his trip. He was looking forward to seeing Yanik the following day and, as he relaxed in his lounge, a glass of wine by his side, he let his mind wander over what they would do together. The sudden banging on his door shocked him and he quickly got to his feet, wondering who was causing such a racket.
“Yan?” He was propelled backwards by the force with which his lover entered his home and stunned into silence.
“So, you little pervert, weren’t the women at the hotel interested in you that night?” All of Yanik’s pent up anger came rushing out. “What happened, did they knock you back? Seeing as they were all either over 50 or pregnant I guess you lucked out!”
“‘Yanik, please.’ Please what? If I remember rightly I did please you and have done ever since, or was that all an act too? ‘I don’t do one night stands’ Your whole life is one bloody one-night stand. Well, Mr Successful-porn-star, not me, I’m not gonna be around any longer. Did you think I wouldn’t recognize you? Or maybe you thought accountants don’t watch porn. Well, think again; one,” Yanik counted off on his fingers, “that tattoo is way too distinctive to preserve your anonymity and two, repressed or not, accountants have lives!”
For a moment Yanik fought for control, Nathan had backed up, trying to get away from the onslaught, until he was up against the wall and had nowhere else to go.
“Did you think I’d knock you back too? Or maybe you make a habit of lying to those you sleep with. That’s what hurts the most, the lying. You really had me fooled, Nathan, I thought, maybe, I had finally …” he trailed off, suddenly realizing where the words would take him. “Oh, just go to hell, Nathan, go to fucking hell and stay there.”
His departure was as sudden as his arrival. He swept out of the room, slammed the front door, and left Nathan distraught and sobbing in his wake.
To be Continued …