The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, cease reading now and depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind always to practice safe sex.
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Clay -- Chapter Three "Lusty Morning"
Josh's apartment was the inverse of the Grant's, one floor down. Clay walked to the window overlooking the street, rain streaking the view of Adams Mill Road into a Monet canvas. As his eyes slowly scanned back to the bookcase he focused on a budding flower in the shadows of the second shelf. No, not a flower, it's a sculpture, it's ... an intact penis! Large, turgid inside the tense folds of foreskin just barely covering the head, the gaping slit just visible through the opening.
"That's -- oh my God, Josh, that's -- " Clay stammered, blushing prettily. He sensed the presence behind him a moment before feeling the warm breath in his ear, fingers dancing up his bicep to the shoulder to caress through the soft cashmere.
"Yeah, it's me."
Clay flinched briefly, backing into the wall of muscle, poked by rapidly erecting nipples. "That's -- impressive, beautiful," he breathed as Josh's strong mitt crept around his side over the ridged abs. "How did you -- I mean, who did it -- I mean...?"
"I knew the artist." Josh nuzzled the blond whisps on the nape of Clay's thick neck. "He's dead now."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. When?"
"Somewhere between yesterday and eternity..." Josh's voice caught slightly, his body shuddering, pulling Clay tightly into him. "I'm sor..." he breathed heavily, as tears spilled down his cheeks.
Clay covered the hand at his navel with his own, slipping through the dark hairs on the muscular forearm as he turned around to face the wet cocoa eyes trying to squint away their lapse into hard memories. Clay cradled the dark head in his hand, pressing it gently to his shoulder, and cooed shushes into Josh's ear as his broad back heaved once, twice, then went slack with a slow sigh. "I'm okay, Clay," Josh sniffed, "really, I am. Some host I'm turning out to be, losing my shit over ancient history, but..." he shook his locks to clear the thought, then looked away embarrassed. "Oh, I've had plenty of sex since Barry, but until you set me on my ass downstairs yesterday, I wouldn't have believed I could be with a beautiful man again, and feel safe enough to really touch you, letting you let me feel real again."
Clay took the handsome face in both his hands and pulled it up to lock eyes. "I'd like to hear the story, if you want me to."
Josh's brows knitted in bewilderment and wonder. "How did you trip over my path, man? Why now? Who sent you?"
Clay blushed again, smiled, and shrugged. "Must have been you. I really don't make a habit of tripping up my neighbors in the basement, or crashing into them in the doorway of Starbucks trying to get out of a storm." He thumbed the wetness from under Josh's bright dark eyes, then plugged one into his mouth with a loud smack. "Hmmmm. Delicious!" His green eyes sparkled dangerously, crinkling into their soft easy playfulness.
Josh's full lips succumbed to a half-smirk. "You like that, do you? You haven't lived yet! Remember the laundry room, buddy: I'm ALL good!" The dark flash was back in an instant, hungry. One hand filled with Clay's hard gleut as the other snaked under his shirttail, over the fuzzy midsection until it nailed the brown eraser nub hiding in silky blond fur, tweaking, then twisting right, then left. He launched into Clay's face, eliciting a gasp from them both, chewing on the bottom lip before plunging his tongue beyond Clay's in a frenzied tango. "Oh, yeah, Clay, drink me," Josh breathed.
The blond's big hands raced down broad back muscles to clamp their torsos together, formidable, rapid swellings inventing a grinding rhythm of their own. "Come here, you fine piece of man meat," Clay rasped back .
Josh slowly rocked Clay backwards until the couch clipped him at the knees and they fell in a heap with a mutual "Oomph" that did nothing to distract either of them. Josh pressed Clay back into the cushions, worked his knee between Clay's thighs and grasped the great protrusion there. "Yeah, this is what I want, man" Josh growled as his right thumb traced Clay's bulbous head straining against dampening gray jersey, his left hand kneading the heaving silk-covered pec straining Clay's hardened nipple into his sweating palm.
"Then come get it, stud," Clay snarled, smacking both of Josh's asscheeks loudly. The cool air rustled down the back of Josh's legs as Clay wrestled his shorts downward, then off along with his Nikes. The tail of Josh's tank was yanked over his head, breaking them for a gasp, then flung to parts unknown.
The break was enough of an opening for Josh to return the favor of peeling the sweatpants over Clay's hard buns far enough to catch the waistband with a toe and free the blond-furred legs, as both hands clawed the sweatshirt off the wide shoulders and freed Clay's big arms. "God, you feel good, you blond beefsteak," Josh panted sloppily into Clay's thick tawny chest hair.
Clay's hands immediately recaptured Josh's asscheeks tightly. A thick blunt finger found its mark, then two, circling, coaxing forth the dew from Josh's pucker clinching in anticipation. "You're so fucking hot, tight," Clay teased. "Who you hiding in there? Can I come in and play, too?"
Josh straddled Clay's body and cocked back, opening flexing inviting begging to be impaled. When Clay's middle digit claimed its target and pressed, it was devoured in suctioning heat, a heavy grunt of surrender echoing off the room. "Oh, yesssss," he hissed. Josh raised his sweating body away from the broad chest beneath him, his hand barely able to encircle the shaft of Clay's flesh, pouring slickness over his fingers.
Their eyes locked. "Now!" Josh panted. "This. In me. Now!" He slowly squatted, brought his phallus-filled hand between his parted cheeks, slathering the pre-cum onto Clay's fingers pistoning him, loosening, lubing, as Clay's hard cock took their place a second before Josh impaled his anus on the magenta corona. "UNGH! You're going in, fucker, you're going IN!" A crazed scream froze in Josh's throat, sweat slung from the raven strands plastered to his forehead as he arched, then dropped in one fluid heave onto the damp blond bush, impaled to the hilt. The air in his lungs escaped Josh's gaping mouth with a rutting howl, cannoned by Clay's 8 1/2 inch ramrod bludgeoning his heart from within. "Oh, my big man! Fill me up! I want it ALL!" Josh clawed into silken-covered mountains of heaving chest urging Clay's protruding nipples into both palms.
The velvet channel engulfing Clay prompted a jagged lunge further into the inferno with a low growl, his rod swelling even thicker against the volcanic walls. His eyes glazed in lust, Clay gurgled, "God, I'm IN you! You feel wonderful, so hot, so tight!" He kneaded the muscular globes consuming his hardness, Josh's own column of lust drumming back against his abdomen in a sticky tattoo matting his navel with Josh's streaming dicklube. "And this is so gorgeous!" He grasped Josh's pole, yanking the foreskin back behind the head, thumb splaying the slit to spread the flow of juice around the entire crown. The sensation brought forth a steady litany of "Oh, yeah, right there, oh yeah, Clay, do my head, oh yeah, pull my skin up, oh, yeah, jack my cock, Clay, oh, yeah, man, jerk me, oh, yeah ..." Josh thrust forward the same distance his asslips relinquished Clay's impaler, then redevoured it with a Smack! back down onto the blond lap, cueing another lunge from Clay with an "Unnh!", dick thrust into assheat, cock again into fist.
"Unnh/Oh, YEAH, stud!" (smack!) "Unnh/Do it!" (smack!) "Unnh/Feed me..." (smack!) "Unnh/...that big cock!" (smack!) "Unnh/Fuck me, man!" (smack!) "Unnh/ohyeah ...(smack!) unnh/ohyeah ...(smack!) unnh/ohYEAH..." The pace of the pounding rhythm followed the increase in decibels of passion until twin keening wails brought forth blast against prostate triggering dual avalanches of pleasure clamping out the second, third, continuing conjoined thrust/parry/spew, thrust/parry/spew. Wild sparks of light and sweat and juice careened off flailing bodies, until exhaustion emptied all reserves of semen, sanity, strength, all desire surrendered as they breathed heavily into the other's swollen mouth.
With a faint smile, a giggle escaped Clay's lips, awash in commingled sweat. "Jesus, you're a hot fuck! How did you do that to me, you gorgeous satyr?"
Josh stirred and tried shakily to sit back, but was held fast by cables of his issue glueing their pelts together, nipples snuggling together through sticky fur. He raised his dark eyes to behold Clay's serene green pools boring into his soul, damp with passion. He returned a soft giggle. "You're a masterful piece yourself. I guess I forgot I had that in me. It's been awhile for me, you know. Not since..." lowering his gaze.
Clay snapped Josh's darkly-stubbled chin to center again. "Hey, there was no baggage attached to where you just sent me to, hot stuff. Expertise, for sure, but you were totally steering us to the best sex I've had in a long, long time, man. Certainly the most incredible ever WITH a man. You're awesome, Josh, and don't you dare try to diminish what you just did to me. You made magic!"
Clay squeezed his sphincter weakly, emitting a last dribble through his sensitive piss slit buried deeply in molten cream to nudge Josh's prostate, and was rewarded with Josh's final gurgling wet pulse into his navel from the recowled hose still throbbing gently between their bellies. Clay whispered, "You just changed my world, Josh. I just fucked you. I made mad love to a MAN. A real hot stud of a man! Spent my seed up inside your manly ass! Made you cum! Made you happy! Made us BOTH happy! Hey, I like this manloving ..." as he lunged again between Josh's red lips.
"Oh, how I've missed this," Josh panted when they finally broke apart. "Barry told me I would know making real love again. He made me swear I would, but I didn't believe him. I couldn't. Not until yesterday, not until now ..." and kissed Clay deeply. "Thanks, Clay, thanks for loving me, and loving me good!"
TO BE CONTINUED
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