Lover Boys Forever (22 page)

“
And what about my body? Am I sexy?” In my mind, I was bursting to ask the obvious, “Do you want to fuck me? Do you want me to fuck you?”

He answered my unspoken question with his hands. Before I knew what was happening, he
’d unbuttoned my fly and pulled down my shorts, while dropping to his knees at the same time. My hard-on bobbed in his face, and he grinned as he took it in his mouth and began to suck on it.

“
Oh my god, oh my god, please don’t stop. I love you, I fucking love you,” I chanted as I thrust into his mouth and reached down to tangle my fingers in his thick, unruly, gorgeous hair.

He gurgled an incoherent reply as his lips caressed the head of my swollen rod
, and his tongue swabbed the slit. My knees trembled, and I felt light-headed. I was gasping for breath, and he’d been sucking for less than a minute.

He was obviously just getting started. His hands, broad and calloused but so gentle, reached around to caress my bare ass. I felt burned, spreading my feet and opening the crack of my ass just in time for Kyle
’s fingers to slide in and find my asshole.

I grunted, again thrusting into that wet mouth as a fingertip stroked and then lightly probed. I could hardly believe it. The intimate intensity seemed all at once nearly overpowering. Kyle did not relent as he dropped down to engulf my entire cock, right to the root. His finger pushed past the ring of my sphincter and slid knuckle deep.

I shook from head to toe, staring down at his face full of my cock and squirming around the finger buried in my aching butt-hole. I was all his, trembling, moaning and absolutely, unequivocally in love.

He pulled off and looked up at me with spit on his lips and a crooked grin lighting up his face.
“Let’s lie down. I want to sit on your face while I suck your cock.”

“
Hell yeah! Anything, any damn thing you want!”

He rolled onto his back while unbuttoning his flowered shorts and pulling them off. I got a good look at his ass and the deep divide between his full cheeks. He was going to sit on my face! I couldn
’t help myself and tackled him.

Laughing and rolling on the blanket
, we ended up head to crotch. Kyle did exactly as he’d promised by planting his knees on either side of my face and dropping down to smother me with his plump butt-cheeks. He dove for my cock at the same time and sucked it deep.

His enthusiasm was a kick
-start for my own repressed desire. I’d been wanting to feel his body against mine, to touch and to taste him and to smell him. It was happening. I shoved my face into his crack and rooted around for his hole.

I spread those full cheeks with my hands and probed with my tongue. His skin was so warm and smooth I had to lick it all over. I tasted his salty sweat before I found the wrinkled rim of his pouting hole and began to stroke it furiously. I was incensed with the need to eat that hole, using my lips to clamp over it and my tongue to swipe the pouting entrance.

He wriggled over my face and groaned deep in his chest as he matched my wild strokes with bobbing lips and suctioning cheeks. When his asshole pushed outward in a gaping welcome I attacked with twisting stabs. His entire body jerked on top of me.

He grabbed the underside of my knees and pulled them up and back. Momentarily pulling off my cock, he spit on his fingers then drove them down into my exposed butt valley. Two spit
-wet fingers wormed their way into me.

I flopped under him and arched my back to press upward into those fingers. He gulped down my cock again as his fingers pumped in and out of my slippery hole.

I ate his ass while my hands ran over the satin-smooth expanse of his spread butt. He had a really big ass, padded muscle that swelled out from his slim waist in twin mounds of lush flesh I just could not get enough of.

His cock and balls mashed against my chin and neck as he humped my face and bobbed over my cock. His spit dribbled down to coat my ass
-crack and lube the fingers he stuffed into me.

It was a tableau of intimacy I could only have dreamed. He held nothing back. His asshole yawned open for my tongue. His fingers rooted deep in my asshole, twisting and rubbing and drilling. His lips and tongue roamed up and down my stiff shank and throbbing cock
-head in a boisterous drive.

As it had day after day, the rain lost its battle with the sun
, and the clouds parted. Sudden brilliance flooded our little cavern. Kyle’s gorgeous butt blocked my view of the beach, but not that golden brightness now surrounding us.

Again, it was Kyle who called the shots.
“Let’s go out on the sand and fuck,” he said after pulling his mouth off my cock.

“
I’m all for that,” I answered as he rose off my face. I got a good look at his pink butt-hole all wet with my spit and twitching. I groaned and bit my lip, keen to get my cock up it, if that was his plan, rather than his cock up my ass.

He
’d come prepared. Naked and seemingly unabashed about it, he quickly rummaged through his pack to pull out a condoms and lube. I’d been ready to search for a condom in my wallet which I’d placed there hopefully after our first day of hiking, but he was too quick for me.

It was typically considerate of him to smile up at me with those lovely golden eyes and roll down the condom over my cock with gentle hands. I gasped as he massaged a copious smear of lube over it, then gawked with lust as he turned around and bent over for me.

“It’s all yours. Fuck me good, Scott.”

He placed both hands on his butt and spread the melon
-cheeks wide. Once again I was staring at his flushed, pouting asshole. I lunged for it. Reaching to seize his slim waist, I rammed my well-lubed cock up his ass.

“
Yeah! Fuck me hard!”

I
’d eaten out that hole thoroughly, which was probably the reason it parted to easily to that powerful thrust. It felt snug enough, but then seemed to collapse inward and swallow me up. I was amazed and incensed. I just had to fuck that butt!

“
Damn, Kyle! I’ve been wanting this ass for so goddamn long! You’ve been driving me crazy!”

“
Now that you’ve got it, show me what you can do to it!!”

He meant it. He held himself in place by sheer willpower, his feet buried in the warm red sand and his knees locked. With his hands on his own sweet ass
-cheeks, he held them open for my vigorous assault and grunted loudly with every slam of my hips against him.

The wet sand was already warm and the sun hot beating down on us. We both broke out in a wash of sweat. The beads of moisture glistened on his golden body. My cock slipped in and out effortlessly, faster and faster.

I slid a hand around his waist and found his cock. Fat and stiff, it drooled in my hand as I began to pump it. That had him slamming his ass back against me and grunting even more loudly.

I would never have fucked him so wildly if he hadn
’t asked me to, and so obviously wanted. It was not my usual style. I liked to take my time, until the very end when approaching orgasm transformed me into an animal.

He
’d brought that animal out of me in the very first moment. It raged in both of us as the sun beat down on us and the waves rhythmically attacked the shore. The world was all ours and no one else’s.

Orgasm came, but not before I fucked him down on his hands and knees in the sand, then on his back with his feet in the air. In that final position our mouths clamped together as my cock slammed deep into his sucking hole. It was the last straw, his ass wide open and welcoming, my cock encased in his quivering slot.

I came inside him, the condom protecting us. He shot a copious load between our slippery bellies. His tongue was in my mouth. His eyes were open, staring up into mine. With our chests pressed together, that shared climax was all at once mirrored in the matching rhythm of our beating hearts. It was a little miraculous.

“
Next time, it’ll be the other way around,” he said after we came up for air.

I was ecstatic, not just at the thought of his cock up my ass, but at the notion there would be a next time. I was still leaving his gorgeous island the next day.

“Are you seriously thinking of coming to San Francisco? This was a great two weeks, but I have to admit I want more. And more. In fact, I want days and days and night after night of this. I want it for the rest of my life.” I admitted.

“
I’ll be in San Francisco in a week. As long as you’ll have me.”

“
Have you? Have you? You bet your sweet ass I’ll have you!”

We rolled in the sand and wrestled our way down to the water. Splashing and laughing, we washed off the sweat and sand and cum.

“The day is still young, Scott. Then there’s that ass of yours to fuck.”

Promises, promises. Fortunately for me, Kyle proved capable of keeping his.

Derrick Della Giorgia was born in Italy and currently lives between Manhattan and Rome. His work has been published in several anthologies and literary magazines. Visit him at
www.derrickdellagiorgia.com
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The island of Culebra, between Puerto Rico and the U
.S. Virgin islands, was the most beautiful creation of rough nature Kootcho and I had ever seen, until we ran into Mario, the late-twenties Austrian at the reception at our hotel. The incandescent air that wrapped that paradise teased one’s imagination, and I had already tried to put my hands on Kootcho’s naked torso. “I wanna have you.” I had whispered into his ear on the boat trip to the island, and he had told me to be patient for a little longer before “I take my bathing suite off, and I let you take care of my itch.” It was our third year together, and we had decided to celebrate, dedicating to ourselves those seven days of pure sex and beach. I couldn’t wait to take his white shorts off and lick all the salt off his asshole. After three years, my hormones reacted like the first time to his blond short curly hair, his blue eyes and his firm half Polish and half Hungarian body. I needed to see him with his legs spread open, and we still had to go through damn reception!

“
Xavier. Look at the guy behind the desk,” said Kootcho as he opened the door.

“
Fuck.” I replied. This six-four tall, dark hair, dark eyes man in a blue night suit waited for us with a polite smile on his face.

“
Hello, welcome to FBZO Hotel, my name is Mario, how can I help you?” He quickly introduced himself with his cumbersome German accent and left the desk to help us with our luggage.

“
Hello. We have a reservation under the name of Della Giorgia.”

“
We were waiting for you, Sir. Please, follow me.” He put our bags in the elevator and waited for us to enter the little room where we would have been standing in our half-nakedness almost against his suit. Once in there, I gave him my back, hoping he would stare at my muscular tanned shoulders and my little hard ass teasing him from inside the synthetic black fabric of my shorts. My desire grew so strong that it upset my stomach, and I had to strategically place an arm below my waist to hide the uncontrollable erection that kept pushing between my legs.

Kootcho and I couldn
’t even look into each other’s eyes, too concentrated to pretend we were indifferent to that confection of flesh. Mario walked us to the room and explained how everything worked, obtaining our undivided attention. His short hair cut, his impeccably shaven beard, his long white teeth, his pulpy lips, his slender wrists. Nothing went unnoticed.

As he closed the door, I put my hand on my cock
, and I looked at Kootcho who simply mouthed “Fuck” again, without adding any more comments. Then I grabbed him from behind, and I started licking his salty neck, right under his left ear, as with my hands I pressed his tiny waist against my puffed out shorts.

“
I wanna fuck your ass off you.”

“
Please, fucking get into my ass.”

I bit his right deltoid, and without letting my teeth go
, I pulled him to the window to enjoy the view and get that burning sun light on his smooth back. The spasms in my groin were unbearable and transmitted from the head of my cock to the very base in the vicinity of my asshole. I landed the palm of my left hand on his throat, and with my right hand, I wrapped my throbbing meat and stretched my balls, without taking my shorts off. Kootcho liked to feel the metal parts against his defenseless ass. I pulled down my foreskin in an attempt to release some pressure, and I crouched to eat my meal. When I finally rested my face in there, his hole was already spasmodically contracting and dilating: I pulled back to admire that beautiful ceremony and jumped into it again with my eyes closed, inhaling all his desire.

“
Stick your tongue in there, please ...” He groaned, first desirous and then for the pleasure, when I finally licked and kissed and bit and sucked his meaty flower. The ring of flesh I was totally absorbed on, was smooth and wet and tasted like raw sugar on my tongue and my lips.

“
Lay there, now!” Kootcho turned around spreading my saliva and his juice all over my face and threw me on the bed, my arms dangling from the side. “I wanna suck this horse tool.” He admitted to me more than once that my cock size was among the primary reasons he had fallen in love with me. He had immediately loved to bury my burning eight fat inches down his young throat. He was only sixteen when I met him, already looking for an older companion to devote his blondness to. I was celebrating drinking age and his sister introduced me to him. Later, she confessed to me that Kootcho hadn’t stopped describing my dark eyes and my European accent for a whole week, until we finally went on a date. My European accent never failed. That little trick had provided me with more than one unforgettable night, together with the story, which I had confectioned to perfection, of how my Spanish mother and my Italian father had met in Barcelona, fallen in love and moved together to New York. Guys couldn’t resist my spicy personality and my perfect black eyebrows playing with my most intense looks.

“
Slow down, I don’t wanna come yet, not until I fuck that ass I was working on.” He kept my foreskin as down as he could with both hands and sucked every drop my dick would anticipate. His body was amazing. Firm like a rock around his nipples, defined to perfection on his arms. The lines of his abs gently dug into his milk white skin and framed his sexy navel from where a delicate strip of blond hairs dove down. Watching his muscles contracting as he went down on my groin made it even harder to stop that white lava trapped in my balls. I forced his head down on me for the last time, and then I got him back against the window, in a way that my eyes could enjoy the turquoise water with the pale sand in the background and his naked body. I abandoned myself on my knees and started licking and swallowing all I could find on his inner thighs. With such voracity, that my head commenced to spin, and I only regained balance after I positioned my mouth on his sun-bathed hard cock. I navigated up and down, from his pulpy head down to his blond pubes, from his tight balls up to the entrance from where a gooy transparent honey was dispensed, until we both couldn’t take it anymore and decided to come. I sat him on the window pane and lifted his legs up until I saw my hole. I positioned my hips against him and dove into his hot tight canal as I stroked his cock. He felt my pectorals and went down with his hands on my abs, chiselled by ten years of uninterrupted swimming lessons, until he couldn’t take it anymore, and in an explosion of pleasure started pulling my thick black hair. He came right on my chest and abdomen and fed me his cum with his fingers making me burst my juice as deep inside him as I could reach.

“
Do you wanna go swim?” He asked me.

“
Sure.” I wiped the sweat off my forehead.

On the beach
, we thanked God we had already calmed our spirits, because the nakedness, the green of the palm trees, the sand running through our fingers, that odd silence pressed down by the heat, made us only want to take our bathing suit off and fuck in that paradise.

My piña colada was almost over
, and it was 6:00 pm when Kootcho mentioned Mario again. “Xavier, I can’t stop thinking of Mario. He is so hot. I have never wanted to go back to the hotel so much before.” He laughed.

“
Leave me alone. When he took us to the room in that elevator, for a second, I wondered what he would have done if I had grabbed his pouch.”

“
Ok, but not in the elevator, please! That was the only unsexy part to me.” Kootcho had a serious phobia for elevators, and only under my non-stop insisting, he would accept to take one.

“
Would you like to have a threesome?” I attempted, satisfying my fantasy.

“
You don’t even know if he’s gay!”

“
I think he likes us. Did you see how he was attentive to every movement when we got out?”

“
I don’t know. But I’ll say a prayer.”

We ran into the water and let the weakened waves massage our sore bodies. I felt the sand inside my bathing suit stimulating my balls and insinuating into my ass crack
, and I got horny again. There was something magical on that island that provoked a sweet hunger. Even the live green vegetation developing not far from the beach seemed to invite to sex with all its wetness. A pure contrast to the salt drying on our skin, the sun cooking our brain and the smell of wild. I swam close to Kootcho, and I hugged him in the water, rubbing my body against his. He kissed me and closed his eyes as I caressed his smooth legs up and down underwater from his knees all the way up his white speedo.

“
We should go back, change and go for dinner. Our fuck made me hungry. Come on, let’s go say hi to Mario.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the water.

He was there. Hotter than before if that was possible.

“Hello again.” We said almost simultaneously.

“
How was the beach?” He asked with a smile, looking interested to know.

“
Amazing, this whole island is amazing. I still can’t believe this is true. It is like a dream. But you must be used to this.” Kootcho picked up the conversation, being much better than I at entertaining people.

“
No, no. I have only worked here for two months. I am from Austria. The island is still a beautiful mystery to me, too.” His voice was so deep and masculine, and his politeness made every inch of his body so much more lickable than it was already.

“
Oh, you are a fake local then!” We laughed at the stupid joke but happy as long as the conversation lasted. When he smiled, his cheeks went up a bit and made his secretive eyes even sexier.

“
All right. See you later then.” Our permanence in the hotel reception had a time limit considering we were wearing only our shorts (on purpose!) and our flip flops.

We entered the elevator despite Kootcho
’s disapproval, and I pushed the button for the fourth floor. I looked into Kootcho’s eyes, and I mumbled “What I wouldn’t do to that piece of man.” At the same time a weird noise, one of those one heard at the mechanic, exploded all around the elevator, which went back to starting position. Lights off.

“
What happened? What happened Xavier? What did you do? Open the doors!” Kootcho was panicking. Completely out of control.

“
It’s ok, don’t worry. Everything is fine. Let me just press the button again. Must happen all the time.” But no matter how many times I tried or which button I pressed, nothing happened.

“
Press the alarm!” And he pressed it himself without waiting for me. He was panting and sweating profusely. He picked his iPod from his bag and put it on, then grabbed a muscle-relaxant from his pill box and swallowed it. Silence fell in the dark elevator. Only the alarm, outside. Suddenly, I realized that the elevator was way too small to host us for a long time. We both almost reached the six and a half foot roof, and our sweating bodies were eating up all the air.

“
Hello?! Hello!” Mario was yelling from outside and knocking on the door.

“
The elevator got stuck. We can’t get out, please do something. Quickly.” Kootcho hurried to explain and went back to his corner.

“
Stay calm. It’ll take only a second.” We heard him running around and making a phone call, every passing second feeling like an eternity in that metal trap. I felt guilty. I had pushed Kootcho to take the elevator and was not at ease myself.

Luckily, Mario was fast enough
, and after what might have been a handful of minutes, but felt like hours, he got us out of the elevator. Kootcho sat on the floor, against the wall and didn’t move.

“
Are you ok?” Mario asked him after a minute.

“
I’m fine, I just need to calm down.”

“
Can I get you anything?” He put his big hand on Kootcho’s naked shoulder and waited for an answer. The picture enthralled me to no end, my boyfriend shirtless on the floor in his wet shorts and that big Austrian hottie in his suit crouched next to him. That totally cancelled the elevator experience and ignited my crotch again.

“
A cigarette, please.”

He came back with a cigarette and waited with me for Kootcho to calm down. Mario told us he
, too, was scared of elevators and for that reason he had done everything in his power to make that nightmare last as little as he could. At the age of twenty-seven, he said he could count on both his hands how many times he had taken an elevator. Probably stayed so fit because he used the stairs all the time, I thought.

When things calmed down, Mario offered us, for the inconvenience, to have a drink on their private terrace, courtesy of the hotel. He walked us up the stairs to the sixth floor, let us sit on the white couches and told us to wait there until he came back with the drinks.

“Wow, Kootcho. This is amazing.” From up there, we could practically see most of the island: the beach where we had lain down, the few other sparse hotels, and the dense vegetation on the two hills behind us. Everything looked so much darker under the moon light, without all the liquid colors of the day. It was a pregnant darkness though, every corner unraveling more and more intricate details as we dedicated enough concentration to it. Somehow, the island amplified our body, transforming us into unfinished emotions.