The Quirk (37 page)

The prince ran a finger out along the under side of it, lifting it and showing it off. “I’m afraid I can’t match you here,” he said.

“You can’t?” Rod asked, startled.

“You can see for yourself, darling. We’re quite a pair, but you win. I don’t mind. I adore having a big one–it’s so marvelously vulgar, the only mark of the beast that hasn’t been bred out of me–but I also adore finding bigger ones. It happens more rarely than you’d expect.” He rose on his knees and tilted his torso back and eased his hips forward so that it seemed to soar above Rod’s dazed eyes. The prince held it with both hands and looked down at himself. “Narcissus, darling.” He lifted his eyes and looked at Rod. “Do you want me to bring it up there to you?” Rod rolled his head back and forth on the pillow in negation, unable to admit to any interest in the offer.

“I thought not. There are some things that boys who like girls don’t want to do. Do you mind holding it?” He reached for Rod’s hand and placed it on himself. Rod’s other hand crept up to join it. He experimented with a gingerly caress.

He’d known he would eventually see the prince naked, but his imagination hadn’t included a compelling erection. His hands became more freely caressing. Patrice was egging him on, claiming that he was no longer a quirk. It was strangely agreeable to fondle a big hard cock. He felt a twinge of envy but remembered that he was the winner. His hands delighted in the silken surface, testing its core of rigidity. It swelled hugely when he touched a place near the head. His eyes were spellbound. He moved a hand back and forth there, fascinated by the effect it had. He was performing this ultimate intimacy with someone he had only just met; faggots made sex dangerously easy. He wanted to satisfy his curiosity without appearing to enjoy it, but he knew his hands were betraying him.

“I guess you’ve seduced me after all,” he said, grudging and self-conscious.

The prince reached behind him and lifted Rod’s erection and exerted pressure against it to make him feel how fully aroused it was. “At least I haven’t paralyzed you.” His smile was full of open uncomplicated pleasure untainted with triumph at his apparent success.

“How did I get a hard-on?” Rod demanded.

The prince’s smile broadened. “We’re all human, darling. With something like that to play with, any schoolboy would be inspired.”

“I didn’t even know it was happening.”

“No. That doubtless gave me an advantage. I was afraid that when you came to, all my lovely work would be undone.”

“Yeah. That’s the thing. Why does it stay hard? You couldn’t seduce me while I was asleep, so I guess you’re seducing me right now.”

He used the word while he resisted it. He still couldn’t imagine making real love with this superb male.

“I’ve sucked your cock, darling. I’m going to make you come in a minute. When we get home I’ll let you fuck me to your heart’s content. I don’t know who’s seduced whom. It doesn’t matter as long as it hasn’t spoiled our beautiful friendship. I mean that.” He put his hands on Rod’s and held them still and bowed his head. He took a deep breath. “Careful, darling. Waiting for you was a bit of a strain. If you want to make me come, you can in about five seconds.” He dropped his hands and straightened. “I love to see you hold it. I love what you’re doing to it. You feel as if you’re learning to like it.”

Rod had to admit that he liked it very much. He wasn’t stroking it just to be polite. The prince wanted him. He was apparently stroking it to make the prince want him even more. If he intended to stop at that, he was definitely being a tease. In another moment he felt it get so hard and inflexible that he knew the climax was near, and he reluctantly released it. He wanted the prince to want him, not come all over him.

The prince dropped back on his heels, and his hand took over. “Shall I? It’s awfully close. I’m longing to suck you off, darling. Then we should get out of here.”

To forestall orgasm, Rod gathered himself together and pulled himself up and grappled with the lush body and forced it down beside him. He tried to lift himself onto it but was tethered by his tangled clothes.

The prince looked up at him with happy encouragement. “You
are
waking up, darling. Are you going to be a sublime lover?”

“I don’t really know. Am I? How can I be anything all dressed up like this?”

“I told you, darling. I wanted to be able to make a quick getaway.”

Rod leaned down to him and opened his mouth again with his tongue. Boys’ mouths were extraordinary. The prince’s body writhed in under him. Their cocks pressed up hard against each other as if locked in combat. Their bodies strained to each other while the prince pushed clothes aside to expose more of Rod’s. The naked golden body against Rod’s nakedness was a searing delight. He responded blindly, feverishly, from flesh to flesh without conscious thought of queer or normal, with little sense of his partner’s identity, knowing only that he no longer wanted to resist whatever it was he had felt he should resist. He heard animal sounds caught in a strangled throat. He wrenched his mouth free.

“All right,” he cried. “If it’s going to happen, I want it now, while it feels as if it has to happen, not planning it and getting up and going somewhere for it.” He looked down into a beautiful face alight with passion.

“Please wait, darling. We need something and–and afterward. You know. Washing and all that. I hate using other people’s towels.”

“You want me now. You want me to take you. You want my cock up your ass.” If he had been seduced, his seducer might as well face facts.

“Nobody ever put it to me in just those terms, but yes, darling. I do. Madly. We know it has to happen. It’ll be the same later.

“No. It won’t be natural anymore. Right now I want to fuck you as much as I’ve ever wanted to fuck anybody. Maybe it’s because I’m drunk. I thought you were so elegant, but you’re all crazy upside-down sex. All you guys seem to be overflowing with it. I’m going to fuck you silly.”

“Darling, if you go on talking about it, I won’t be able to wait.”

“We’re not going to. Get those damn clothes off me.”

“We’re both mad.” The prince struggled up and helped Rod into a sitting position with his legs dropped over the edge of the bed. He unfastened his cuffs, and Rod pulled his arms out of sleeves, and his shirt and jacket were tossed aside. The prince pressed his golden head to his chest and slid down against him onto the floor.

Rod leaned back and propped himself on his arms while the prince removed his shoes and socks. He shook his swaying head and tried to find some order in his thoughts. What was going on? He felt lust pounding in him. He was burning with lust for the golden body that knelt before him. He had a bigger cock. He could see that now. Size triumphed. That was what this stuff with guys was all about. Cock worship. He was reeling with a sort of drunken madness, but as long as it lasted, he couldn’t will it to pass. He stretched his legs and reveled in his liberation while the prince moved in between them and lowered his head, kneeling before a superior erection.

He felt soft lips moving thrillingly on it. He reached forward and tangled his fingers in the golden hair and raised the face and held it so that he could see his cock lifting against his beauty. The prince looked up with an adorable smile, and the great eyes bathed him in the limpid blue of their acquiescence. He moved his cheek against Rod’s conquering masculinity, seeking its caress.

“Jesus,” Rod muttered. “Is this what I wanted? Is my cock so great that it can destroy perfection?” For a moment he wanted to save the prince from abject surrender. A sob caught in his throat and stopped his breath. He swallowed hard. “Oh, God. I’m scared. How did we get started on this? You’re a man. You’re beautiful, but you’re a big man like me, with hair on your legs and everything. It’s like fucking every guy I’ve ever known. I can’t pretend you’re a girl. This is really homo.” He let thick golden hair slip through his fingers and dropped his hands.

The prince placed both his hands around Rod’s erection and measured its length with a light-fingered ascent along it. His smile became a dazzled acknowledgment of its supremacy. “Yes, darling. We’re both most definitely men, thank heavens. You’re an utterly thrilling man. A bit mad, I imagine, but why not? I’m so glad we didn’t wait. I wouldn’t let myself believe your body was so sublime, but there’s no doubt now. Positively blinding. How could I help falling in love with you?”

Rod reached for his elbows and urged him up. The prince rose while Rod let his hands slide down over his body. They came to rest on his hips. The big cock strained up, immense with wanting him, and he was gripped by a compulsion to ease its lustful tension. His mouth opened, and he let his lips and tongue play over it. It leaped up to fill his mouth. The prince uttered a small cry.

“Oh, darling, how heavenly of you. You want it after all. Only a moment, please. I don’t want it to end before I’ve begun. You do it beautifully. What an incredible night. Good heavens. Not yet, darling. Please.”

Patrice had ceased to be a quirk. Rod wanted to go on, stirred by the smooth taut power of the flesh thrusting into his mouth and by the surge of excitement he had sent coursing through the fabulous body. He drew back and looked at the big male organ, amazed that his was bigger. “If I’m a homo, I might as well act like one,” he said recklessly. “I see why people like to suck cock. It really gets at the heart of things. Amazing. Go on. Fuck my mouth with it.” He opened his mouth wide and was filled once more with warm active flesh. Ecstatic cries of protest assured him that he had learned his lessons well. He pulled back with a satisfied smile and exerted pressure on the prince’s hips and turned him and looked at the massive flow of his back. He moved his hands down the curves of the buttocks. They quivered under his touch. “My God, a beautiful male ass. All male. There’s enough strength there to fell an ox. Pure Michelangelo. Go on. Get whatever you’re going to get I’m pretty interested in that cock. It’s a honey.”

The prince swung around and opened Rod’s mouth with it and ran it over his lips. “Oh, darling. How adorable of you to like it. Yours is going to drive me quite mad. I’ll see what there is to help things along.”

Rod watched the big body he was going to take move with a long manly stride to a door on the other side of the room. A light switched on. His mind lurched and veered off in a new direction. Love and friendship. That’s what it all meant with Patrice. He liked the prince, but he couldn’t pretend that this was anything more than a raw sexual encounter. He was naked, locked in a strange room, waiting for a naked man to share pleasures he already knew too much about. One more. And then another? It couldn’t be right for him.

Odd shadows played on the bathroom wall. Panic suddenly shook him. He had to escape. He ordered his body to spring up, at least to get him to his feet. His head whirled as he rose slowly. He stood, swaying. He took a step, and his feet seemed to slide away from under him. He landed in a heap on the floor against a chair piled with his clothes.

He shook his head. He supposed he hadn’t been asleep very long. Still groggy. He crawled back to the bed on all fours and once more climbed into a sitting position on the edge of it. Trapped.

He was breathing heavily. He looked down with curiosity at his erection, still demanding satisfaction. Why not let it happen just this once with the prince, knowing that there would never be another temptation like him? Their first meeting had been a funny sort of love at first sight; finding each other again by accident was proof that it wasn’t something he’d been looking for. No need to panic.

The prince reappeared in the doorway carrying a towel and some other small object. His golden hair was in charming disarray, making him look even younger. Rod’s eyes were filled with the splendor of him as he approached. He still hadn’t adjusted to his size. He felt as if they ought to be engaged in some athletic contest. What games could two naked athletes play in a bedroom?

He made a dive for Rod, and their bodies were all over each other in an ecstasy of total exposure to each other. Their teeth clashed as their mouths were joined. Rod felt something slick being applied to himself. Their bodies were flung about against each other with mounting urgency.

The prince drew back and spoke breathlessly against Rod’s lips. “We’re in luck, darling. A very well-appointed household. We’re ready for each other. More than ready, I’d say.”

Rod looked into a face that was teasingly yielding but still not feminine. They were schoolboys playing dangerous games. “You don’t mind using somebody else’s towels?”

“I’m a total fraud, darling,” the prince admitted with endearing candor. “I’d have walked through that party stark naked to get whatever we needed. I couldn’t wait another second for you.”

“I keep thinking we’re having a wrestling match. That’s what we should be doing. The winner would be the first to come.”

“It sounds exciting. Later, maybe, if you promise not to wreck the furniture. Right now we seem to be committed to my unmanning.”

Rod rolled over and pulled himself up over him. The sight of the magnificent back made his breath catch–so much power to be conquered. He lowered himself and made a tentative thrust between the massive buttocks.

“Please be gentle with me, darling.” The prince’s voice was suddenly small and helpless. “It
is
awfully big. I’ve never attempted anything like it before.”

Rod drew his hips up and increased the pressure. The prince cried out as his penetration deepened. He waited, letting the prince take it at his own pace. The were slowly joined until the prince encouraged a final lunge, and he was lodged completely within him. The prince cried out again, and they lay still for a moment.