A gay story: Decadent Sin Ch. 01 Chapter 01: The Journey Begins
Archer Mason leaned indolently, in true southern gentlemanly fashion, against a pillar nearest the patio doors of the ballroom, the requisite mint julep in his right hand, and an unlit Cuban dangling from the fingers of his left. Eyes the color of bourbon glittered in expectation as he watched the velvet beauty across the room; mingling, chatting, charming, laughing. His eyes roved lazily, appreciatively over the exposed skin of her delicious shoulders, and then lower to her back, the little dip where it met the curve of one of the finest asses it had ever been his pleasure to behold. The firm buttocks swayed gently underneath soft satin, the hem of the backless creation ending just a bare three inches above her knees. Shapely legs drew his attention as she continued her circuit around the ballroom; the image of those same legs, hooked over his shoulders as he fucked his cock into a tight little pussy had him hissing between his teeth.
At that moment she stopped, stiffened; her eyes scanned the ballroom looking for someone? Her jewel green eyes narrowed in concentration; she bit her lower lip. After a few minutes she shrugged off whatever thoughts plagued her and made a beeline for a small group a mere ten feet away from his position. Could she have felt his eyes on her, their intent? Or had she been looking for a friend, a lover? If it was a lover she was looking for then she would not be disappointed. He was more than willing to oblige.
“Your exquisite taste in fine food and wine is surpassed only by your taste in women, mi amigo.”
Archer didn’t bother responding. His friend was right; he was a connoisseur of all things exquisite. Wine, food, art, women; he knew them, appreciated them. After a few more minutes gazing at the divine creature he turned to face his friend, Gabriel Serrano. American born to Spanish immigrants, they’d been friends since grade school in a little known town in Colorado. At eighteen they’d enlisted in the Army and never looked back. Mickelson held no appeal for them; the citizens had treated them with harsh disdain and could be blamed for most of the suffering their parents had endured there. That was all over now, of course. Both were very rich and more powerful than the wealthiest man in Mickelson. They could buy Mickelson and gobble it up whole, but they’d decided long ago it wasn’t worth it.
Gabriel eyed his friend Archer from beneath lowered eyelids. Archer was on the prowl, not an uncommon occurrence for his friend. He did like his women. If only…. He gave himself a mental slap-down. In all the years he’d known Archer he’d never picked up on even a small hint that he was attracted to men. Gabriel loved women and men with equal fervor, and often pursued both with an unquenchable hunger. He was a slave to his own dark lusts. Lately, however, he’d been unusually driven and unusually dissatisfied. It was becoming more difficult to control his feelings for Archer, but thankfully his friend was unaware. If Archer gave even a hint that he was interested; but no, it would never happen. Perhaps he should leave town for a bit, get a handle on things. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship with Archer, and that’s exactly what would happen if he made a move. Shaking off such depressing thoughts he gave his report to Archer.
“Lacey Hughes, age 27, single, never been married and owns and runs her own security design firm. There’s money on her Mother’s side; social connections on her Father’s; estranged.”
Gabriel recited the brief history on Lacey with precision; the information guru of their duo, he had a plethora of useful and not so useful information stored in his brain.
“If she has a lover or if she’s had several lovers then I can only imagine she is discreet. The city of Montgomery, indeed even the cream of society itself, adores Lacey.” “Discreet is good” drawled Archer. His eyes met Gabriel’s with perfect understanding; a mirroring lust was reflected there. The hunt was on and the lovely Lacey was their prey.
Lacey was being watched. God, that sounded paranoid, but the itch between her shoulders wouldn’t stop. The ballroom was crowded with Montgomery’s elite; black tuxedo-clad gentleman and finely coiffed ladies. She was one of them, and she knew from past experience that more often than not eyes would be on her. Her family was well known and well respected here, and there was always someone watching her. But…but this was different. The itch was underlined with a sweet burn that inexplicably had nerves humming, flesh heating and nipples painfully puckered under the satin material of her dress. As casually as she could she scanned the crowd, trying to find the eyes that caressed her. No one stood out however, and after a few minutes gave up in frustration.
She strode over to the cluster of couples nearest the staircase leading into the ballroom, the patio at her back. Rather, she tried to make small talk. Her smile felt frozen on her face. After a few moments she gave up. She needed to get her head on straight. The patio did not appeal; it had rained all day and the air was chill, typical for November here. What she’d been thinking to wear such a miniscule dress, she didn’t know.
As stealthily as she could she walked down the hallway parallel to the staircase, sighing in relief once she reached the study. She was grateful to find it empty. Curious, she explored the space as she attempted to calm her jittery nerves. So this was the study of Archer Mason, the industrialist king south of the Mason-Dixon Line. The fine rich leather furniture she’d expected. As well the sturdy oak desk and dark paneled walls and shelving. But it was the delicate glass figurines, encased in an even more delicate curio, which had her pausing. It was such a feminine thing to display in such a heavily masculine space.
“Do you like them, love?”
A masculine whisky-rich voice startled her out of her contemplation. Whirling around with a small gasp Lacey took a hesitant step back as she met the liquid heat in the man’s eyes. And suddenly she knew; it was he she had felt out in the ballroom. It had been his eyes that had followed her all night long.
A discreet cough drew her attention to a second man she hadn’t noticed before. They stood before her, their collective heated gazes causing the blood to pump heavily through her veins. The itch increased until it felt as if her insides were being invaded with hot pokers of sensation. If ever she’d met two more sexy men in her life she couldn’t remember; sexy and dangerous. The second man was erotically dark and sinful, his Latin heritage evident in the olive complexion and chocolate brown eyes. The other was a rich confection of ambers and browns, like pure Tennessee whiskey. They made no attempt to hide their lust. Oh, boy, she was in trouble.
“Would you care for a drink? I have fine bourbon to share.” Whiskey man strolled to the bar in the corner of the study; he poured three fingers into each of three heavy crystal glasses. Her eyes, mesmerized by those long efficient fingers, widened; her pupils dilated.
“I can attest to the quality, querida” murmured the other. He was beside her now; speaking softly into her ear. She hadn’t even seen him move. “Archer keeps the finest here in the study, away from the heathens.” Rich amusement colored his softly accented voice.
“I’m sure he does, but I really should be going now” she stammered out. “Th-thank you for the invite, though.”
Blindly she turned towards the door. Escape was all she could think of. She was feeling too much, was too overwhelmed. The promise, or threat, of sex was heavy in the air and well, she was out of her depth. That’s all there was to it. They were just so, so…male. Before she could take even one step a gentle hand was guiding her to a leather sofa, gently pushing her to sit in its welcoming embrace.
“Just one drink, love; it’s an experience not to be missed.”
A glass was shoved into her trembling hand. Two male bodies sat down, one on either side; close. She could feel the heat from their bodies caressing her, lulling her to a relaxed state further into the depths of the sofa. Nervously she took a drink and barely kept herself from choking.
Archer chuckled. “Go easy, Lacey love; that’s potent stuff.” “You know who I am?” she asked nervously. “Of course; I do not offer my bourbon to just anyone. Perhaps, though, you would feel more at ease with formal introductions made. I am Archer Mason and the Latin rascal next to you is Gabriel Serrano.”
Gabriel lifted her free hand and in a courtly gesture kissed the knuckles; a whisper soft glide of slightly damp lips across them that had her shivering in her non-existent thong. Her nipples puckered painfully. “A pleasure, querida” husked Gabriel.
She was speechless. She knew what was happening, what they wanted from her. She wasn’t a complete innocent. But she had never had; that is to say… Her thoughts whirled away on a sigh when she felt those same lips at her neck, zeroing in on the sensitive flesh of her jaw line. She shuddered and tried to take a deep breath. She pulled back from the erotic caress and eyed them warily.
“You really can’t m-mean, I mean, expect me to…” She stuttered to a stop at the feel of their hands, oh so gently, tracing a delicate path of heat on her shoulders; along her thighs.
“But of course, love; we do mean exactly that; to give you pleasure”. Archer’s tongue traced the shell of her ear. “To drown you in so much pleasure, in so much wicked heat;” his hand pushed the hem of her dress up, baring the tops of her thighs to her swollen mound; “and to receive your pleasure as our own.”
“Wait, wait” she squeaked. Both men froze, affording her the opportunity to stand and nervously edge towards the door, adjusting her clothes all the while. “I can’t do this. I mean, I don’t even know you and…” She trailed off helplessly, unsure how to voice her objections.
Archer stood up and approached her carefully, much as he might a skittish doe. He stroked down her cheek with his open palm to her chin, lifting her gaze to his.
“Do not apologize, love. Perhaps, some time to get to know us would ease your concerns. I can see that part of you that you keep hidden from the world, a very passionate core that perhaps frightens you. There’s nothing we’d love more,” and here he paused to bush a soft kiss across trembling lips, “than to release that passion, to give you the ultimate pleasure a woman can know.”
His lips captured hers softly, unthreateningly. He pulled back in time to see the hot curiosity in her gaze mixed with sensual fear. When Lacey finally gave in to her own desires, Archer and Gabriel would be there. They escorted her from the study, through the throng of guests still mingling, out into the night where her car waited for her. Gabriel turned her into his arms for a gentle hug, his lips whispering over her hair.
“I will call you, querida. We can schedule a time to have dinner, learn of each other; tell you what you can expect from us. That way, you can make an informed decision.”
The last was said with a tinge of amusement, though it was self-directed. A reluctant grin chased across her bowed lips. Before she drove away, they had her agreement that she would keep an open mind.
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Several hours later and the guests had finally left. Exhaling wearily Gabriel followed Archer back into the study and headed straight for the bar. He was still feeling edgy with need. Lacey would be a challenge; all that untapped sexuality; such a shame. However, he knew in time she could be seduced. It was just a matter of persistence. Even so, there was still that other need, the one that had no chance to be sated.
Archer was straight as an arrow. He’d had many male lovers over the years; he’d never tried to hide it from Archer. His friend accepted that part of him but had never expressed an interest in experimenting with him. It was a line they’d never crossed and one he’d be damned if he push for. But for fifteen years the focus of his male lust had been Archer; business partner, best friend. Angry at himself for wanting something he could never have he poured another drink and inhaled it.
“Are you alright, my friend?” Archer asked. The voice approached from behind. “Not a thing,” he wheezed, and grimaced at the burn in his throat. “You are unnaturally quiet; perhaps I can take your mind off whatever troubles you.”
He hissed between clenched teeth when he felt Archer press into him along the length of his back. His head lowered as he tried to control himself; shock held him immobile. Could Archer really….no pushing, he reminded himself. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw strong forearms brace themselves on the bar top, caging him in. It was a dominant gesture; one that had what little blood that remained in his brain pooling heavily in his dick.
He held perfectly still; surely his own desires were manifesting themselves in one helluva hallucination. But then he felt a hesitant movement at his backside; a slow grind pushing Archer’s erection hard against him. He could hear Archer’s soft gasps, feel the erotic expulsion of breath on his neck, and couldn’t stop the shuddering moan escaping his lips. He pushed back into the shape of Archer’s cock, slowly grinding his ass and wishing…
A hand touched his ribcage below his pounding heart; and then that hand was gripping even as Archer’s pelvis shoved further against his ass. For a few delicious moments they moved together, Archer rubbing against him with carnal intent. He clenched against the pleasure it was so pure, so volatile. He damn near came in his shorts. The hand was moving now and briefly grabbed his hip before it moved forward. It cupped and molded and rubbed his cock through his slacks. His hips jerked, and jerked again. He was panting now, the breath hot and painful in his lungs. It felt so fucking good. His friend’s hand was a hot stroke away from making him lose it. He grabbed the hand to stop it.
“Do you know what you are doing, Archer? Make sure, amigo; I value your friendship above all else. Be sure this is what you want, because there is no going back after it’s done.”
The words were gritted out between clenched teeth; the warning a necessity, more for himself than Archer. He’d lusted after Archer, sure; but it was his heart that was now in jeopardy.
“I’m sure, Gabriel.” A hot mouth opened briefly on his neck, a slight nip of teeth. “Truth to tell, I have been sure for the last eight months but was not certain how to go about the thing.”
Archer’s wry chuckle eased his tension somewhat, if not his raging hard-on. Archer turned him around then and they looked at each other for the first time as lovers. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Gabriel’s; bourbon and cigar smoke flavored the kiss and he groaned deep in his throat. He pushed his tongue through lips, met Gabriel’s skilled thrust and parry. Archer felt his friend’s hands quickly undoing his slacks, pushing them to rest on his hips. And then a hot hand reached into his boxers and possessed the length of his cock. Skillfully, tortuously slow, that hand stroked him, from base to tip, then rolling a palm over the head, before repeating the caress. He pushed his cock deeper into Gabriel’s hand and growled in frustration.
Watching Lacey, sweet sexy Lacey, walk away from them hard been difficult to do. He knew he could have had Lacey; a little push, some sensual persuasion. He could be cock-deep in slick, tight pussy right now. But after she left it was Gabriel that drew his lustful gaze, Gabriel whom he imagined sucking his cock, fucking him. Growling deep in his throat he kissed him deeper, knowing that before the night was over he would immerse himself in his first male lover, and taste all it had to offer.
He pulled back and placed his hands on Gabriel’s shoulders, walking backwards with him until they reached the sofa. He quickly shed his clothes and Gabriel followed suit. A moment of uncertainty had him pausing. Did he really want this? He’d never before been interested in experimenting sexually with a man partner; had never even thought of Gabriel in that way, even knowing and accepting that his friend was bi.
But eight months ago he’d accidentally walked into his buddy’s apartment when Gabriel had a male lover visiting. He’d heard them up in the loft fucking; desperate breathing, moans of pleasure, flesh on flesh. Curiosity had his feet quietly making his way up the stairs until they were just visible. A rush of unexpected lust rooted him to the spot. They hadn’t noticed him standing there watching. Gabriel’s lover had been on his back, his legs spread lewdly, knees drawn up tight and he’d seen Gabriel’s dick pounding into the man’s ass over and over.
Harsh groans of pleasure and excitement had echoed around the loft, arrowing straight to his dick. Hot cum jetted out of the other man’s dick, splattering across their bellies and he’d felt his balls tighten unbearably. Had to bite back a moan; had palmed his suddenly aching cock through his jeans, rubbing blindly while trying desperately to remain quiet. And then Gabriel had pulled out, ripping off the condom; his lover taking that cock in his mouth while his buddy came. His face had twisted into a grimace of hot pleasure, his hips bucking.
And at that moment he’d wanted to be that other man, to have Gabriel’s cock fucking his mouth and having his seed hitting the back of his throat. Confused by his visceral reaction to what he’d seen and the cravings that had risen up so unexpectedly, he’d silently made his escape back to the mansion. He’d collapsed to rubbery knees just inside his bedroom door, desperately opening his jeans, jerking his cock from too confining briefs and fisting his cock furiously, the image of Gabriel in his mind; Gabriel’s mouth, Gabriel’s cock, Gabriel’s ass, until he’d come. It had splashed on his hand and belly; a normal enough occurrence in the past when he’d jacked off. But he’d never tasted it, never even been tempted, until that day. Muskier and saltier than a woman’s syrup; yet more like fine caviar, only liquid and thick.
And here they were. Eight months of curiosities and fantasies were about to be answered. He stood there, uncertain what to do next, but his friend came to his aid. He kneeled before him, running his hands along his thighs, squeezing his ass and looking directly, honestly, lustfully into his eyes. Gabriel’s tongue peeked out and made a gentle pass along the head of his dick, then swirled it gently around the crest. His legs shook and he moaned softly. Gabriel’s mouth carefully engulfed the first inch, sucked, then glided down another inch, sucked again. He couldn’t help reaching out to grab his head, clenching his fingers tightly, holding on, desperate for more. Oh, yeah, this was going to be good.
“More” he growled, hips bucking wildly at the hot mouth, and almost didn’t recognize his own voice. Gabriel obliged, repeating the gliding sucking action until the full length of Archer’s cock was swallowed up.
Gabriel moaned around his friend’s dick, so hot, so turned on, it was all he could do to hold onto his sanity. His flavor was hot and heavy, unabashedly male. Archer was fucking his mouth now and Gabriel forced his throat to relax. The thick cock was almost more than he could handle, but only almost. He wasn’t gentle or considerate; he just fucked Gabriel’s mouth like he was pounding pussy; or a steamy hot ass. And he let him. He loved it when his male lovers lost it like this. His balls tightened more, pulled up sharply. His dick throbbed, ached for the feel of Archer’s mouth.
He pulled away abruptly to stand and push Archer onto the sofa, anticipating the first touch of Archer’s tongue stroking his cock. He took a steadying breath then before approaching. This was not the time to scare him off. He stood before Archer, grabbed his dick and presented it at his lips. With a heavy groan Archer opened his mouth and sucked the tip. His tongue stabbed into the piss slit and he nearly came it was so good. Frantically he pinched off.
“Easy” he urged hoarsely. “Go easy, amigo; there is no rush.” Contrarily, because that was just the way his friend was, Archer gripped Gabriel’s dick and damn near swallowed his cock in one gulp. “Fuck, fuck; oh God” he managed, and gave it up. If Archer wanted it hot and nasty then that’s what he’d get.
Archer smirked triumphantly around his friend’s cock. Damn, but it tasted good; musky, salty; perfect. He cupped Gabriel’s balls and rolled them, pulled them as his friend skull-fucked him. He gagged a few times but after a few moments of adjusting his breathing he had it under control. He placed his other hand on Gabriel’s ass, clenching into the tight glutes and pulling him further forward, deeper into his throat.
Once he was satisfied with the rhythm he let his hand roam across the tight flesh and slowly made his way to Gabriel’s anus. He applied pressure at the entrance; not entering just yet, but there. Gabriel moaned, jerked. He slipped the tip of his finger just inside Gabriel’s rectum and wiggled it a little, testing for reaction. Gabriel’s pistoning hips was a frantic punch, hitting the back of his throat with each thrust. Carefully Archer edged the finger inward until half had disappeared. He hooked the finger and rubbed at the nerve bundle there.
Gabriel roared. His skull was on fire; his balls felt like they were attached to electrical wiring; and then he exploded. Couldn’t hold back his release now; spurt after spurt after spurt of hot semen jetted from his cock down Archer’s throat. Gamely Archer swallowed it all, moaning in ecstasy while still finger-fucking Gabriel’s ass, keeping him riding that high. Eventually the finger slipped out and his partially soft cock popped from Archer’s mouth. They collapsed onto the sofa, breathing heavily; bodies shaking with exertion. But it wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot.
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Gabriel dropped to the floor, crawled over to Archer, positioned himself between his legs and sucked his cock deep into his mouth.
“Your turn, amigo” he promised, tempted. “Do you want me to suck you off, Archer?” He sucked hard on the head and licked. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He wet his finger and shoved it, none too gently, up Archer’s ass. A gratifying moan met his ears. “Or do you want to fuck me?” He rose up and crouched over Archer, letting his friend’s dick graze his balls and cock. “You decide amigo. This is all about you.”
He bent down and kissed Archer, fucking his tongue into the wet mouth like it was Archer’s ass. He knew what he wanted; he wanted to fuck Archer, and then he wanted Archer to fuck him. But this was about what Archer wanted.
“Decide” he whispered in Archer’s ear. “Fuck me, Gabriel. I want you to fuck me” he moaned, demanded.
Gabriel tossed pillows from the sofa onto the carpet and positioned Archer over them so his face was down and ass pointing up. He moved Archer’s legs farther apart. He got hurriedly to his feet and went over to the desk, retrieved the tube of lubricant Archer kept hidden in a cubby and quickly returned to his position behind Archer. With shaking fingers he opened the tube and generously coated his cock before smearing it on Archer’s ass, probing with slick fingers, separating them inside Archer’s ass to loosen too tight muscles.
“Fuck, condom” cursed Gabriel, and Archer laughed huskily at the small interruption. Soon Gabriel was in position behind his friend, and he just stopped in amazement. It was finally going to happen, after fifteen…
“Get on with it, friend. I’ve waited eight months for this; I’m not waiting another minute.”
Archer’s growled command spurred him on. Carefully he again probed Archer’s ass with a slicked finger, twisting, probing and screwing; added a second, a third and then a fourth.
By that point Archer was groaning his ecstasy, squirming deliciously; his hips thrusting back to force the fingers deeper. God, it burned. But it was a good burn, thought Archer. His knees were shaking with anticipation. Any minute and now and Gabriel’s cock would… “Ah, fuck; yesss…” he moaned.
He felt Gabriel’s cock slowly pushing inward, the wide crest forcing his ass to open further. Gabriel gave a few hard, short shoves, and then the head was in. Archer couldn’t help but squirm; there was some discomfort, he’d expected that. But it was a pleasure/pain he wanted more of. Gabriel’s hands gripped his hips as he forced a few more inches deeper into his ass.
“I’m not; fuck! I’m not sure if I can control this, amigo…your ass, so tight; God, I love virgin ass; fuck, it’s so good, so tight” he rambled. Archer pushed back into the strong thrusts, wanting him deeper, harder. “Stop being a fuckin’ pussy and fuck me!” Archer yelled, and it was enough to break his control.
He came to his feet, partially squatting behind him and leaned over his back. One hard thrust and he was buried deeply in Archer’s ass. They both moaned in unison; Gabriel because here were all his fantasies come true; Archer, at the absolutely decadent and carnal act he’d dreamed of for eight long months. Gabriel reached with one hand and grabbed Archer’s dick, stroking it in time with the hard thrusts of his cock into his friend’s ass. Archer growled low in his throat, repeated chants of “fuck yes, oh fuck yeah; fuck me!” echoing in his ears.
He pounded, he fucked, and he screwed; wanting to be deeper in that hot, tight ass. He could feel his balls churning; he wasn’t going to be able to stop it. He jerked Archer’s dick harder, making sure to stroke the entire length, squeezing it hard in his palm. Archer bowed his back and roared. His hot cum sprayed the pillows and carpet underneath him; some back spraying onto Gabriel’s hand. The feel of Archer’s hot cum on his flesh broke the last of his control.
He pounded harder and harder, and continued pounding through his own release, beyond it even, until his legs gave out and he collapsed on top of Archer. Eventually, he rocked back onto his knees, let his head fall back, hands on his thighs, closed his eyes; raised his hand to clean his friend’s cum from it with his tongue. And the he just wallowed in the moment, in the knowledge of Archer’s pleasure, his own. He leaned back and watched his own cock slip from Archer’s well used rear, watched as his own cum oozed from his friend’s now defiled ass.
On unsteady legs Archer stood and walked over to the bar and poured them each a shot. They sat on the carpet with their backs against the leather sofa, sweat cooling on their skin. Several minutes passed before Gabriel broke the silence.
“Eight months?” Archer stiffened defensively, and then relaxed. “Yeah; eight months.” He took a fortifying gulp, readying himself for the questions to come. “What happened eight months ago to get you to start considering this?” Gabriel waved his hand vaguely between the two of them.
Archer sighed but decided to tell the truth. He’d never lied to Gabriel before and he wasn’t about to start now. So he told him about walking in unexpectedly that day, his curiosity, the temptation he’d felt to join them; the rush back to the apartment to jack off. And how in the last eight months he’d been experimenting on himself. Fingering his ass, even going so far as to buying a dildo and trying it out, fucking himself with it, practicing on it with his mouth. He’d been embarrassed that it had felt as good as it did, but it only drove his curiosity and hunger higher.
By the end Gabriel was nearly cross-eyed with his lust; his dick was hard and throbbed painfully. Archer noticed, of course. Archer noticed everything. Lazily Archer bent down and took him into his mouth, gently sucking and licking his way along the shaft. He paused to stare up at his friend and his eyes glittered brightly in their sockets.
“Now it’s your turn, my friend.”
He pushed Gabriel onto his back, and bent his knees, pulling his thighs apart, just as he’d seen his friend do eight months ago. It was an image that had haunted his dreams, waking him in a sweat, his dick hard and needy. He licked Gabriel’s shaft, his balls, and finally made his way to the puckered opening. Carefully, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it into Gabriel’s ass.
“Fuck!” Gabriel hissed and Archer smiled. “Where’d you pick that up?”
He thought he heard Archer mumble something about “gay porn”, but then his thoughts scattered. Archer repeated the erotic move; again and again, finally tongue-fucking the puckered hole until Gabriel was moaning and shaking with excitement and need.
“Need you, amigo; fuck, I need your dick in my ass.”
Gabriel begged, pleaded, and then begged some more before Archer caved. He generously coated his cock and Gabriel’s ass with lubricant, fingering it a bit to stretch it.
“Dammit, Gabriel; I hope you can handle this; I’m not going to be easy; fucking want this too much.”
With that warning he shoved heavily, bracing himself with Gabriel’s legs spread wide before him; and shoved, and shoved, and shoved, granting no quarter, even when Gabriel pleaded for him to slow down; until finally he was buried to the hilt, balls deep in his ass. He rested there, allowing Gabriel to adjust to the unforgiving intrusion, relishing the feel of his friend’s ass muscles milking his hot fleshy cock embedded there. And realized he hadn’t put on a condom.
“Shit!” “What?” Gabriel panted and moaned, squirming on the length of Archer’s dick, feeling like he’d been skewered, but loving it, too. It felt so good to have that hot flesh in… “Shit” echoed Gabriel. “Fuck it, amigo; I am clean; fuck that’s good…just got checked out.” “Okay, yeah, me too. Clean, I mean; just this time.” And it started.
Archer swiveled his hips, grinding his dick deeper and harder. Gabriel’s cock, hard and purple-angry with arousal waved around and slapped on his belly. Archer grabbed for it, missed, and grabbed again. He stroked it, rigid flesh burning in his palm as he fucked Gabriel even harder. Gabriel thrashed about, pushing his ass up at Archer, begging for more. He released Gabriel’s dick and gave him more, bending over him a far as he could, forcing Gabriel’s legs up by his ears.
Gabriel grabbed his dick in hand and pumped himself viciously. The pleasure/pain was killing him, Gabriel thought. He needed it to end. He wanted it to go on. Fifteen years he’d wanted, longed for Archer; now his lover; fucking him; being fucked by him.
Archer felt Gabriel’s ass squeeze down on his cock and moaned. So fucking good. He could tell that Gabriel was having some pain but he didn’t seem to mind. It seemed as if he wanted it; the pain, the pleasure. So Archer obliged, giving Gabriel the rough fuck he sensed was needed, enjoyed dispensing that pleasure and pain in equal parts. Vicious and hard; it was fucking heaven.
And then Gabriel came; holding his dick straight up, Gabriel let the rope of cum decorate his chest and abdomen; a few pearls flew Archer’s direction. That was it; he felt a hard spurt of cum shooting from his own cock, heard Gabriel moan, say something. Next thing he knew he was flat on his back and Gabriel’s mouth was all over his cock, swallowing the rest of his seed, cleaning the shaft of his cock with a voraciousness that was so fucking hot another rope of his cum erupted in excruciating, agonizing pleasure. Gabriel cleaned that up too. And then Archer rolled him to his stomach and gently cleansed his own cum oozing from Gabriel’s ass. Gabriel groaned in approval.
Finally Gabriel calmed. He rolled back over onto his back and allowed his legs to fall, spread before Archer like an offering and stared up at the ceiling, still in shock from everything that had happened. Archer’s hands stroked his head absently, but gently as he caught his breath. Gabriel crawled to lie next to Archer and propped himself on one elbow, letting his hand fall on Archer’s now soft cock.
“I can say, without a doubt, without prejudice, that is the best damn fuck I’ve ever had.” Gabriel sighed. Archer snorted. “What time is it?” A grunted “three-ish” was the only response Gabriel got. He stood and retrieved their clothes, tossing Archer’s to him and then getting dressed. “I am heading home; we have an early morning meeting on site with the architect on the Handel project.”
Gabriel was sweating now; did what just happen, that best fuck-session of his life mean the ruin of their friendship? He couldn’t look at Archer, couldn’t bear to see shock or hurt; or worse yet, betrayal. What if he’d pushed? God, he should have talked to him more first, made sure somehow. Archer stood in the middle of the study, still naked, eyes narrowing on him.
“What’s wrong Gabriel?” It wasn’t really a question. Typical Archer, always so forceful, perennially blunt when getting to the bottom of a situation. “Not a thing, amigo; I’m just tired.” Shit, this could be bad. “Don’t lie to me, Gabriel. Look at me; tell me what’s wrong.” The command, steel hard, had the breath from his chest rushing harshly out; had his hands shaking. Well, fuck; trust Archer to push that button. A true weakness, which he knew his friend would exploit until he got what he wanted. “Talk in the morning, Archer, okay? Just, let it go, man.” He was frantic now, trying to divert the inevitable.
A strong hand spun him around, pushed him forcefully against the study door. Archer crowded him, caged him in with the barricading force of strong arms. “What? No kiss good bye? No, “I’ll call you in the morning, babe”? I didn’t take you for a coward, Gabriel.”
So saying he slammed his mouth brutally against his, opened in shock. Archer forced his tongue down his throat, sweeping inside in a dominating force that had him suddenly aching in need. He grabbed at Archer’s waist and held on tightly. Always a surprise was Archer. He’d forgotten, for just a moment, that once Archer settled on something, he stuck with it. There would be no regrets, no recriminations, no going back. They were lovers.
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Gabriel woke slowly and leisurely, as was his custom in the mornings. Like a cat he stretched, arching his back, smacking Archer in the face with one hand.
“Shit, Gabriel. What the fuck?” “Sorry” he mumbled, a bit embarrassed. “I, uh, don’t usually spend the night over, the uh, night after.” “Yeah, well, I’ve never been fucked in the ass by my best friend until last night, but that doesn’t excuse rudeness.” “Fuck you, amigo! Damn, you’re a grouch in the mornings.”
He went to stand up but forceful hands pulled him back, pressing him onto his back. Archer rolled and straddled his thighs, mocking devils flashing in whiskey eyes. Archer wagged a finger.
“Don’t be a pussy.” So saying he laid flat out on top of Gabriel, bracing himself on forearms and ground his pelvis; his heavy erection rubbed on Gabriel’s cock. They both moaned at the electric contact; Gabriel grabbed his ass, pushing himself desperately into Archer. “No pussy here, amigo” he panted out.
Archer leaned down, latched his teeth onto his shoulder and bit; hard. Gabriel moaned and helplessly writhed under Archer. Okay, he got it. Archer would dominate here as he did all other areas of his life. Fine; good thing Gabriel liked being dominated. Legs moved and twined together restlessly, dicks rubbing furiously together for delicious long minutes. Gabriel moaned again; his balls were tightening in warning. Archer’s harsh pants dampened his neck. Hot liquid surged, mixed, coating dicks and balls with their unexpected release.
“Fuck!” Archer uttered the word with honeyed decadence.
“Oh my God!”
The feminine voice, shocked, startled them from their bed play; they came to their feet in a rush and stared at a completely stunned Sabrina Merriman, Archer’s housekeeper. Red flushed high on her cheekbones, her near purple-blue eyes glazed over. She stood rooted to the spot, her eyes taking in their naked, sweaty bodies, the obvious smear of male cum on their dicks and the tangled sheets of the bed.
Archer, never one to pass up an opportunity, walked over and closed the bedroom door with one hand, then pressed Sabrina up against the hard oak surface. His hands settled lightly on her hips, shaping them through the tweed of her skirt, ran his hands delicately across her ribcage, finally coming to rest on her shoulders.
“Is there something you needed, Miss Merriman?” he murmured at her ear. Sabrina gasped when he began nibbling on a delicate lobe. “Oh my God” she said again, only it was uttered with the beginnings of arousal instead of shock.
“One would think you’d never seen two naked men before, Miss Merriman. If memory serves me correctly, it was only last week I discovered your very own naked self on this very bed with your very own industrious fingers fucking busily into your very wet, swollen pussy. One could very well conclude that a weaker man might very well be shocked by suck a display” he mocked her gently. “And yet, I was impressed with those very efficient fingers and felt it my duty as your employer to make sure the job got done.”
Gabriel quickly moved in, more than ready to give his friend a hand in seductive distraction. He pulled the pins from her hair, allowing the red tresses to spill against the silk of her ivory blouse. They gently maneuvered her towards the bed, fondling and caressing, licking and kissing along the way, before gently lowering her to sit on its edge. Gabriel kneeled on the floor before her, carefully sliding the skirt up to rest at her hips. He spread her legs and stretched his neck forward, inhaling the scent of her arousal through the delicate lace covering her mound. Archer had come to squat behind her on the bed, his back pressing against her as he swiftly undid the buttons fronting the blouse, finally peeling the fabric off her delicate shoulders. Impatiently he ripped her bra from her body.
Sabrina closed her eyes and began panting and mewling her pleasure as Archer pinched very erect nipples between his fingers, plucking and strumming them with great skill. Gabriel removed the flimsy panties and tossed them behind him. He stiffened his tongue against her swollen clit, swirled it around the sensitive nubbin and darted it into her wet little snatch, lapping at the cream flooding her vulva. In unison they overwhelmed her, giving her no chance to protest or time to think.
Sweet, hot moments later she was on her hands and knees, Gabriel’s cock buried in her tight cunt, male cum and hot pussy cream easing his vicious thrusting. Archer was on his knees before her, hands grasping her head, aggressively fucking his dick into her mouth. Sabrina could taste their combined male flavors coating Archer’s dick and could only moan at the eroticism of tasting cum spent in the throes of the men’s passion. She’d never seen anything like it; shocking and completely arousing. If anyone had asked her just last week if Archer Mason had any interest in men she would have laughed in their faces.
An orgasm shattered her, weakening her at the knees and she nearly collapsed; would have collapsed except for the death grip Archer had on her skull. Behind her Gabriel growled, muttered something and then was pulling out. She keened with the loss but then felt his dick rubbing the hollows of her cheeks caused by the suctioning grip she had on Archer’s cock. Hot semen bathed her face, chin and lips. Archer pulled out and jerked off onto her face, their combined cum painting her flesh in broad patterns.
Archer gently pulled her upright before them. Lovingly they licked her face, tasted the spent passion until her skin was clean. Sabrina began to ease from the bed, believing retreat was in order. But they had other ideas and soon she lay on her side, Gabriel behind and Archer pressed to her front. One leg draped over Archer’s thigh exposing her pussy to his gaze, to his touch. Long fingers invaded and screwed, drawing forth more of her pussy juice, while his thumb rotated wickedly, pressing forcefully on her clit. Behind her Gabriel’s slick finger pushed into her rear, fully to the knuckle, rotating and pumping against delicate tissue.
“Have you before been fucked in the ass, Senorita? Gabriel queried. “N-no, no I haven’t. I don’t know, that is, I don’t think…” Archer’s tongue surged into her mouth, shutting off the weak objection. “Ah, sweet Miss Merriman, after today you will be able to say otherwise.”
Gabriel inserted two more fingers, fucking them roughly into her ass. Sabrina could only moan as a slow burn rushed from her ass to her clit, an orgasm shattering what misgivings she had on the subject. “There you go, baby; your hot little ass burns my fingers, as I imagine it will burn my cock.”
Gabriel carefully spread her cheeks and eased the very tip of his cock into her rectum. Sabrina whimpered; her mind dizzy with the brutally erotic image the three of them made. His dick burrowed deeper until the head was secured and then began to pump. Sabrina squirmed around his cock, driving Gabriel crazy until he could no longer hold back. In one violent thrust he buried his iron-hard erection moaning with gratifying pleasure.
“Archer, get your dick inside her now or I’m leaving you behind” he gritted out.
Gabriel rolled onto his back and spread Sabrina’s legs to accommodate room for one more. Archer positioned himself so his legs straddled Gabriel’s and yet remained between Sabrina’s. The view was amazing; his harsh breathing rasped in his throat as he stared at his friend’s brutally hard cock buried in Sabrina’s ass. He wanted desperately to shove his dick into that ass, to feel Gabriel’s cock on his own as they double penetrated her ass. But he did not think they could manage the thing. They were both just too big.
Instead he allowed himself an indulgence; he lowered his head and ran his tongue from the top of Sabrina’s clit, following the path to her pussy, so vulgar and gaping. He took a few delicious moments to relish her sweet cream before moving on, trailing his tongue to the spot where her anus gripped Gabriel’s cock. Shakily he lifted Sabrina, forcing Gabriel’s dick to retreat a few inches, and swirled his tongue on the shaft.
“Shit, Archer; I’m not gonna last if you keep that up.”
Ignoring Gabriel he continued his tongue-play, inhaling and tasting the humid essence of Sabrina’s ass coating Gabriel’s dick. He was pleased to no end that she’d followed his instructions to the letter and cleaned her bowels before hand. With one hand he pulled and twisted on Gabriel’s balls while with the fingers of the other hand he fucked Sabrina’s cunt.
Gabriel and Sabrina panted and moaned; Gabriel had an arm across her stomach to keep her from losing her position. After several minutes of torturing them both, having kept them on the edge but not allowing them their release Archer decided that he could no longer hold out. He got to his knees in a rush, positioned the crest of his cock between swollen lips and lunged, fully embedding himself with just that one thrust.
Sabrina screamed; her orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over and through her as both men fucked her. It was too intense and she begged them to ease up, and nearly whimpered with disappointment when they did. Only to praise the Heavens above when they began to thrust in earnest; pounded her mercilessly to another, and another, and yet another orgasm.
Archer pulled out and eased her off Gabriel’s dick, laying her to the side. He shoved Gabriel’s knees up and apart, grabbed his dick in one hand and rubbed Sabrina’s cream at the puckered entrance. Grunting with some discomfort, but with no less pleasure, Gabriel’s ass opened for the hard intrusion. Archer pressed forward once his cock was firmly secure in his friend’s ass, bowing over him. Tongues, teeth and lips collided, licked, sucked, and nipped. They kissed savagely, caught up in the need.
Sabrina couldn’t help but be enthralled by the beautifully brutal act she was witnessing. And she was so very aroused she couldn’t help but to moan out loud. Swiftly she moved behind Archer, blindly grabbing for the tube of lubricant Gabriel had used on her before. With shaking hands, fingers now slicked, she pressed a thumb to Archer’s rectum, rotating and twisting there. Archer’s growl encouraged her to further daring. She shoved two fingers in his ass, then added a third.
Leaning down she delicately licked and nibbled Archer’s balls as they bounced against Gabriel’s ass cheeks. She fucked his ass furiously with her fingers, not letting up even when he started to shake and jerk with his release, wanting to extend his pleasure for as long as she could. Gabriel arched and bowed, his climax tore hot liquid from his testicles, erupting onto Archer’s stomach and chest as he hovered over him. Archer eased his softening dick from Gabriel’s ass and lay beside him. Sabrina knelt between his legs and licked his cock clean before raising to lick up the sticky wad covering his chest and abs. She moved to Gabriel, likewise sucking and licking the remnants of his cum from his dick. And then, to the surprise of both Archer and Gabriel, fucked her tongue into Gabriel’s ass, dragging every last drop of Archer’s semen from its depths; she was careful not to miss the sticky mess that had already oozed from his ass. Smacking her lips with satisfaction Sabrina sat back on her heels with a very pleased expression on her face.
“Miss Merriman” panted Archer, “I do believe you’ve earned that raise you requested last month.”
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More to come….Archer’s and Gabriel’s journey will take some twists and turns, though always provocative and decadent….As soon as I clean up the sticky mess on my keyboard.