By Tom Collins
In
At the moment, he was trolling a bar. This
was the third place he and Phineus had tried that
night and they had been looking for two weeks. Stephan’s friend, who had little
patience with this hunt, was already becoming discouraged and his fidgeting was
becoming a distraction.
“Hey, Phin,” The
blond head turned and thickly lashed, azure eyes regarded him. “Why don’t you
go see if you can find someone to play with after we’re done here, man? If I
find what I’m looking for, I’ll come get you.”
“Stellar.” Phineus
replied with a grin and disappeared into the crowd.
Stephan paid little heed to the come-ons and
mild groping as he slowly progressed through the club, looking the men over
critically as he pushed his way through the sea of humanity. Now that his
friend didn’t encumber him, he could devote his full attention to his project,
but he didn’t hold out much hope of finding what he needed here.
Moving around the edge of the dance floor,
Stephan came to a less congested area. Chairs had been drawn up to coaster-like
tables set up for those who needed a respite from dancing. He was forced to
shift his position slightly to keep from being blinded by a blue spotlight
aimed at the dancers on this side of the room. Blinking to clear his vision, he
scanned the men sitting in scattered, chatting clumps. Stephan was about to
move on when a burly fellow shifted forward in his seat, apparently needing to
stress some point or other to his companions and he spotted a man at a table
beyond him. Here was a man who showed some potential. His prospect watched the
dancers avidly.
Stephan assessed him with an artist’s eye.
His medium brown hair was silvering at the temples but from Stephan’s vantage
his face seemed fairly unlined. A finely sculpted nose lead down to a mouth
that still held most of the plumpness from his youth; the firm chin and strong
jaw gave his face character. Wire-rimmed spectacles framed intelligent eyes
that, at the moment, were looking back at him with surprise and interest.
Stephan began making his way over to the
gentleman’s table, smiling. That’s what he looked like, a gentleman; sitting
there, neatly groomed in his grey suit, his white shirt being nicely offset by
a burgundy tie. He looked to be in good physical shape, but it was hard to be
certain. A suit could hide a multitude of sins and the man was sitting with a
table between them.
Having come to the bar with little
expectation of making a connection, Edgar was surprised, when he noticed a
beautiful, young man looking him over from the edge of the crowd. Tonight was
mostly about burning images of the writhing, young bodies on the dance floor
into his mind for later use. Now, Ed found himself to be the subject of the
younger man’s obvious attention and he allowed his eyes to travel
appreciatively over his potential suitor.
The Romanian cast to the dark haired stranger’s chiseled features
was enhanced by an old, black biker’s jacket. His black T-shirt, advertising a
disreputable looking group of men calling themselves the Ramones,
had been tucked into snug, well-worn jeans with large, raged holes where their
knees should have been.
Their eyes locked and Ed stopped breathing.
The living fantasy’s full, edible lips, curved into an enigmatic smile. Ed’s
heart started jack hammering in his chest. He hadn’t realized how aroused he
had become until he felt the muscles in his stomach and groin clench.
I’m dead. Some piece of lighting or something
has fallen from the ceiling and crushed me, Edgar thought to himself as a hand was
extended to him from across the table.
“Stephan. Tell me your name and I’ll buy you
a drink.” Ed noticed black lacquered nails as he shook the young man’s hand.
Stephan dropped, uninvited, into a chair.
“It’s nice to meet you Stephan, I’m Edward.”
Stephen caught a waiter by the hips, as he tried to slip past their table,
ordering Ed another Scotch and Soda and a Salty Dog for himself.
“I tend to be a rather straight forward guy,”
Stephan began as he flipped his wavy dark hair back behind his shoulders in a
practiced manner. Ed couldn’t be sure, but it seemed to have a purplish cast,
that shown like highlights, overlaying the black. “so
I hope you don’t mind if I jump right in and ask a favor of you.”
Ed raised his eyebrows in amusement as the
waiter returned with their drinks.
“Would you mind standing up for me, for just
a few minutes?” Stephan asked.
“Stand up?” The dark eyes smiled at Ed.
“I…suppose not.” He finished as he pushed the chair back so he could stand.
The older man didn’t know what to make of it
when the younger one stood and came around the table. Taking him by the
shoulders, Stephan turned him aroundand slid his hands up
under the suit jacket. He heard Ed ‘s breath catch
when his hands touched the small of his back. Examining the gent’s back with
his palms, he noted that it felt firm, but not overly muscled and he had good,
solid shoulders.
When he felt hands exploring his ass with
firm squeezes, Ed had to grab the back of his chair to keep his feet. Stephan
knelt and ran his hands over both of the older man’s nicely toned legs, staying
away from his groin. Standing again, he turned him back around so he could find
out how good his chest and stomach might be.
“Very nice. Do you work out?” He
inquired of the older man as he flipped off some guy who was hollering for them
to get a room. Another was calling for them to hurry up and get busy.
“Wha…yeah,
once a week or so. I use the facilities at the school I teach at.” Past Stephan’s
shoulder he could see a cute as hell blond making a beeline for them through
the tables.
“Stef, is he the
one?” The newcomer asked.
“I hope so.” Stephan said, reseating himself.
“Sit down, Phin.”
“The one what?” Ed asked, looking
between the two.
“You ain’t even asked
him yet? Jeeze, Stef!” The
blond huffed.
“I haven’t had the chance so just chill out. Fuckin’ drama
queens.” Stef shook his head in disgust.
Turning to Ed, the dark haired man introduced
his friend, telling him to ignore Phineus. Stephan
explained that he was a painter, producing primarily nudes. He and Phineus were searching for a man with a certain look, a
look that Ed filled admirably. What the painter wanted was an older man who had
a refined air to polarize the blonde’s coarse youth.
Ed admitted that it was a very flattering
offer, but he really didn’t have the time, with all the papers he had to grade
during midterms. Stephan assured him that it wouldn’t take more than a couple
of hours, explaining that he would take a few rolls of film with them in any
pose he could possibly want and then paint from those. He could even come over
now and have a look at his work to help him decide. If he agreed to the
pictures, they would be able to take them the next day, since this was Friday.
Thinking that, at worst, he was wasting his
time and, at best, he might be able to get a little action, Ed agreed to have a
look at Stephan’s work. Admiring the way the blonde’s red, Adidas shorts
displayed his ass as they made their way to the front door, he decided he
rather liked the idea of being pressed up against his lithe, young body for a
few hours. Even if nothing came of it, it would be great fodder for fantasy
later on. As the three made their way to the door, Phineus
announced that he wanted to stay awhile longer and told the painter to call him
in the morning to let him know what Ed had decided, they pecked each other’s
cheek in parting.
When Ed pulled out his keys and started
sifting through them, Stephan said that he had come with Phineus.
Indicating the direction he was parked in, he asked where the studio was. He
was surprised when it turned out to be a rather wealthy part of town.
“Aww,
man!” Stephan exclaimed, racing past him and stopping in front of a
red, ’57 Chevy. “Would you look at this beauty?” He was caressing the
hood like a lover.
“Would you believe I lost my virginity on the
hood of a car exactly like this one?” The young man inquired, as he
turned and slid his tight little ass up onto it.
“Same color and
everything. Tim Martin, man, he was great! We were up here at the windshield,
like this…” Demonstrating what he meant, he crawled up and balanced himself
face up, with his shoulders just above the glass and his feet set wide on the
hood, his hips thrust up putting his pelvis in line with his knees. A spot on
his jeans, where his package rested, was worn nearly white and had begun to
fray. Ed’s erection, which had mostly subsided during the conversation at the
table, sprang painfully back to life.
“…and he was kneeling right there.” Stephan
indicated the spot between his knees. Ed couldn’t take his eyes off of this
dark Adonis. His cock had become twisted in his shorts so he reached down to
adjust himself. Stephen noticed.
“It would be so tasty to relive it,
man. Since I gave you that wood, why don’t you climb on up here with me?” He
lowered himself until his thighs were braced against his calves and his back
lay across the windshield. With his knees spread wide, the brunette ran his
hands up and down the inside of his legs in invitation. Ed had to clear his
throat before he could speak.
“I’d love to. You have no idea how
much I’d love to, in fact, but why don’t we wait until we get to your place?”
He stepped around the front of the car and opened the driver’s door.
“This is your car? That’s the joint!”
He slid off the far side of the hood and climbed in the other side as Ed tried
to make himself comfortable behind the wheel.
“Here, let me take care of that for you.”
Stephan said, pulling Ed’s closer leg up onto the broad bench seat. Sliding
over, the painter started working to undo the older man’s belt.
“Right here?”
“Don’t worry, no one will even notice and if
they do, they wont care. Not in this part of
town.”
Once he got Ed’s fly open, he reached into
his shorts and wrapped his cool hand around the teacher’s hot erection. The
older man jumped and groaned at the sensation the temperature difference
caused. Stephan stroked it lightly a couple of times, watching Ed bite his lip,
before gently pulling the burning shaft out of the confining cloth. Holding it
just beneath the top, he smoothed the pad of his thumb over the mushroom head
several times, smearing the precum around. Ed started
panting and gripped the dash with one hand, and the seatback with the other.
Leaning down, he swirled his tongue around
the glans, paying special attention to the underside
before slipping it into his mouth. He swallowed him as deeply as he could in
their awkward position, stroking his tongue back and forth as he slowly bobbed
his up and down the thick shaft. He knew it wouldn’t be long when Ed started
pumping his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Stephan’s mouth.
“Ooh, God…Stef…I’m
gonna come. You better pull off if you don’t wauuuh…”
The remainder of the sentence trailed off into a full body groan, while his
cock pulsed out the evidence of his pleasure into Stephan’s waiting mouth. The
first shot was lost down his throat, but the rest ricocheted off his pallet to
land on his tongue. It was salty-sweet and altogether lovely.
Straightening, the younger man tucked Ed’s
shrinking cock away and started to adjust his clothing. Stephan was surprised
when the teacher caught his face in his hands to draw him in for a kiss. Their
lips barely touching one another, Ed thanked him by stroking his tongue along
the painter’s lush, lower lip before deepening the kiss. Sensual massaging of
lips, a languid dance of tongues fencing with each other, Stephan groaned as he
lost himself in sensation. When the younger man started tugging Ed’s best work
shirt, in an attempt to pull it out of his waistband, Ed pushed him away enough
to speak.
“We’d better go now, before we get too
carried away. I need more privacy than we have here.” Stephen growled and tried
to recapture his mouth. Ed tsked as he held him off.
“Patience is a virtue and virtue is it’s own reward,
beautiful.” Ed had to chuckle when the young man sat back and pretended to
pout.
“Fine, then you’ll be driving with one
hand the whole way.” As he said this, Stephen fit the teacher’s palm against
his straining bulge and his fingers down under his balls. Crossing his legs
tightly, to keep the digits in place, he started slowly swinging his uppermost
leg. Ed could feel the thinning spot in the denim under his fingers as they
moved, almost imperceptibly, against the heated cloth.
“I hope you know how to shift.” Ed laughed.
Along the drive to the artist’s home, Ed
would randomly wriggle his fingers or scratch at the cloth beneath them with
his nails. Shivers raced through the young body to his right, groans and
hitching breaths escaped his sweet mouth. By the time they pulled into the
drive and around to the back of the house, Stephen was softly biting Ed’s
shoulder through his suit coat, whimpering and playing with the hair on his now
exposed chest. The older man was hard as a rock again.
Pulling himself and the artist out of the
driver’s door, he pressed him against the front finder and kissed him long and
deep. Massaging Stephen’s firm ass, he reveled in the feel of yielding flesh
beneath the soft fabric. Breaking the kiss and stepping back, he jerked the
snap on the pants hard enough to make the zipper open. Pulling them down as he
knelt, He confirmed his suspicion. The young man wasn’t wearing underwear. This
close, the smell of his arousal was strong.
Stephen thrust his hips forward a fraction in
invitation and Ed took him up on it. Catching hold of the base of the artist’s
rampant cock he noted that a pleasant amount extended beyond his fist.
Collecting the drool of precum from the underside of
the head with the flat of his tongue, he dragged his tongue upward to delve
into the piss slit, searching for more. Feeling Stephen’s cock twitch in his
hand, he pulled away, not wanting him to come yet.
“You’re an evil, evil tease, Eddie!”
The impatient, young man groaned in frustration.
“That’s news?” As he stood, he let his hands
slid up the back of the painter’s trembling thighs. Catching hold of Stef’s backside, he lifted him up onto the finder, causing
him to gasp in surprise. Ed pulled off Stef’s
loafers; the jeans were discarded as well. Pulling off his clothes, the teacher
reached back into the front seat to dig in the glove box. Stef
saw the easily recognized jar of Vaseline when he came back around the car
door.
Ed finished stripping as he stood in front of
the hood. He carefully set his glasses to the side and climbed up, once stable,
he moved toward the dark shape awaiting him up at the windshield. Stef was already positioned the way he wanted to be, all he
had to do was lift his hips. He did so when Ed settled himself in place.
Opening the jar, Ed coated his aching
hard-on. Collecting another dollop from the jar, he smoothed it into the
crevice of Stef’s ass. The older man wasn’t surprised
when the artist started opening for him immediately. He easily inserted his
index finger, each subsequent finger took a little more effort, but Ed knew it
would be worth it. When he could twist three fingers in and out and Stef was pleading for more, Ed positioned himself. Holding
onto his smooth hips to keep them steady, he pressed forward. Feeling the head
slip past the opening with little resistance, he continued gliding in.
Stephan, trembling with the need for release,
cried out when he felt Edward’s shaft slide against his prostate and jammed
himself down onto its full length. Fireworks went off behind his eyes,
mirroring his explosive orgasm. Seeing the evidence of Stef’s
pleasure coat his smooth, hairless chest and stomach, and feeling the painter’s
body begin milking him while his young hips ground against him, nearly broke
Ed’s control.
When the spasms finally passed, the teacher
held the limp, gasping man. Having held onto his composure by the skin of his
teeth, he waited until Stef had regained his senses
before moving. Tilting the artist’s pelvis, the older man began slowly
thrusting upward. The angle allowed him to slid across
Stef’s hot spot with every thrust, causing the
artist’s flagging member to jump back to attention. Grabbing the hem of his
T-shirt with both hands, Ed pulled in opposite directions, ripping it in a
ragged line up the middle.
“God, that was hot!” Stef moaned, clutching Ed’s triceps.
Ed began thrusting against Stef’s sweet spot again, as he leaned forward to lave his
nipples. The painter started whining and digging his fingers into his shoulders
when Ed lightly sucking on the raised peaks, flicking his tongue. Stephan cried
out as his second orgasm ripped through him.
Edgar gave his prostate little taps until the
flow of come subsided. Finding that he could no longer hold back, the older man
began giving full thrusts into the quivering passage that held him. Groaning as
he buried his face in Stef’s neck, Ed sucked and
licked the tender skin behind his ear.
Running his fingers through the older man’s
thick hair, the painter rocked his hips in counterpoint to the teacher’s. The sensation
of fingers skimming through his hair, caressing his sensitive scalp, pushed Ed
over the edge of the abyss. He roared his release into Stef’s
silky neck. Ed’s body spasmed, his
back arching with each orgasmic rush.
Stephan felt the older man’s cock swell and
begin twitching. The sensation of Ed blasting against his hypersensitive
prostate set him off again, catching him completely off guard. A wave of
ecstasy slammed through him, this one so powerful he couldn’t even vocalize.
They lay there, curled into each other until their breathing had returned to
normal.
“Holy shit. That was slammin’!” Stef
murmured into Ed’s hair.
“Well put, my young friend.” They rested for a while longer so
they wouldn’t have to climb the back stairs on wobbly legs.
“This is an awfully…mmmm…comfortable
home. I thought artists were supposed to starve.“ Ed
commented, as they passed through the kitchen, gathering beverages as they
went.
“I get a very good price for each piece and
I sell a lot of them.” The painter said, smiling over his shoulder, as they
climbed to the second floor.
The entire second floor had been gutted to form one, large room
with small pillars serving as structural support. Framed posters of various
musical plays and movies adorned the walls. A huge, brass bed dominated the
southern facing wall, which consisted primarily of windows. Floor lamps were
scattered around, casting pools of light. To the right, a large cast iron
claw-foot tub sat out in the open, as did the toilet, with a curtain that could
be drawn for privacy. A heavy drop cloth separated a corner of the room that
was used as a darkroom.
Leaning against the walls and pillars were
paintings, stacked three and four deep. Ed moved about the room with a graceful
economy of motion, looking at the paintings. Stef
flopped onto the bed and watched as the teacher flipped through the stacks,
commenting from time to time on what he was viewing. At times, his gestures
became wild with his enthusiasm.
The paintings were beyond the stereotypical
nudes portraying naked people in stylized, provocative poses. These were images
of people caught in the midst of making love. The paintings concentrated on the
passion and emotion rather than the explicitness of the participants’ bodies.
In most of the work, no more than a hint of their faces were shown; the
suggestion of movement in the bodies was enough to establish that they were in
the throes of passion.
The only portrait showing the subject’s face was hung opposite the
tub. The framed picture was an overhead view of Phineus
lying back on a plum colored silk comforter, his spiral curls creating a golden
halo. His left hand rested lightly on the corresponding hip, the other lay limp
beside him. His legs sprawled a bit, seeming to invite. A pool of cum, just above
his still rigid cock, glistened in the afternoon light streaming through the
windows. His face wore a dreamy expression of repletion.
“I’m never selling that one, man. That’s the
best one I’ve ever done.”
“I can’t say that I blame you. It’s beautiful.
If I weren’t an underpaid public school teacher, I’d buy one of these from you.
They’re all very good.”
“I don’t normally let them out of my hands,
but I could give you a copy of the photo that that painting was made from.” Stef offered. “As a thank you for posing
for me?” He said hopefully.
“You don’t have to bribe me, Stephan. I’m
honored you want to feature me in some of your work, especially considering
it’ll be opposite that beautiful man.” He said, as he sat next to the young man
on the bed. “I would love to have that photograph though.”
“Consider it done.” The artist hopped up from
the bed and went over to a bookcase that held between thirty and forty large
photo albums. Riffling through he selected one labeled
Phineus/Solo and brought it back to the bed.
“I set up one of these albums for each shoot
that I do. Each one has a particular theme and set of models. That way I can
keep it all organized and find whatever I need for a painting I’m going to do.
Four of them feature Phineus. Oh, you have to see
this picture, it’s great.”
Putting the book down, he returned to the
shelves and selected another volume of photos titled Phineus/Melonee.
Stephen flipped through the pages until he found the one he wanted to show Ed.
“This is it. Isn’t it hot?”
In the picture a man and woman were
apparently in the throes of orgasm. Although the long, curls of the man fell
across the woman’s chest, they parted just enough to show a nipple captured in
his mouth. Her heels dug into his backside, pulling him further into her. His
arms extended to hold him above her, his back arching and his buttocks flexing
as he thrust forward. The arm of the woman visible to the camera clutched his
back, fingers dimpling the flesh just above the swell of his ass. His hair
obscured her chin and her face was turned mostly away, but you could see enough
to discern that her mouth was open, as if she was crying out and her eyes were
squeezed shut.
“They’re not faking that. They’re
actually coming.” Stef informed him, with a wide
grin.
“Damn, it never occurred to me that Phineus flew both ways. He seemed too effeminate to be
interested in woman.”
“He’s not. That’s what’s increadable about this picture.” This came
out in an excited rush.
Ed couldn’t keep from grinning. His youthful
enthusiasm was a sweet balm to Edgar’s aging cynicism. Stef
turned to the first album he had collected. Riffling through to the page he was
looking for he pulled out the picture of Phineus and
offered it to his companion.
“Thank you, Stephan. It’s very generous of
you to let me have this.”
“That’s sweet of you to say, Eddie, but it’s
no biggie, man.” Stef was smiling broadly as he said
this. “Hey, man, why don’t you stay here? You’re going to need to be here first
thing in the morning anyway.”
“OK.” They continued to talk about Stef’s art for a while, before Stef
started moving drowsily around the room turning off the lamps.
An unfamiliar alarm pulled Ed from his
dreams. He felt the body that was pressed against his roll away and heard Stef slapping at the clock. His wristwatch said it was
After showering, Ed finished toweling off and
headed downstairs. Stef sat at the kitchen table
eating cereal, he gestured for Ed to join him. They had finished eating and
were talking while they sipped their coffee when the back door opened,
admitting Phineus.
“Oh, my God. His hair is a wet
mess and he’s eating breakfast naked. I knew you were cruising
him last night!” The blond exclaimed when he saw the tableau. “Oh, by the
way, I found this in the driveway” he said as he stepped over to the table,
dropping the remains of a T-shirt on it, “and these on the hood of that divine
Chevy out there.” Phin finished, offering Ed’s
glasses to him. Stephan grinned at the pile of cloth.
In a stage whisper he said to Ed, “Oh, and you also left the Vaseline sitting on the hood?
Open? You might want to put that away.” He wore a droll
expression on his face. “Oooo, you’re positively ravishing
when you blush, Eddie!” He grinned wickedly as he turned to head up to
the studio.
Back up stairs, Ed combed his hair while Phin undressed and Stef readied
the camera equipment. Ed turned from the mirror to see the blond lie on his
side on the bed and inform Mr. DeMille that he was
ready for his close-up. The artist explained to Ed, as he got them into their
first pose, that the key to creating the illusion of
motion in his pictures came from actual movement during the shoot, keeping the
action extremely slow to prevent the pictures from blurring.
Phin was sitting sideways on Ed’s lap at
the edge of the bed, his hands resting on the teacher’s shoulders. Leaning
down, he kissed the older man lingeringly. Standing at the foot of the bed so
that the blonde’s back faced him, Stef started taking
the occasional picture. This was the way it went for the next hour. Holding
each pose, the two men would touch and kiss slowly, the leisurely pace becoming
almost unbearable as Stephan captured their passion on film. All but the first
two poses were designed to imply penetration; consequently Ed spent a lot of
time with his stiff cock pressing into Phineus’ ass
and stomach.
Eventually, they were both on their knees,
with Phin leaning against Ed’s hairy chest. They dry
humped in slow motion with the blonde’s head laid back on his shoulder, his
spiraling curls cascading down Ed’s back. Ed was stroking his tight stomach
just behind his rampant cock so it would look like he was fisting the young
man, both of them were breathing heavily. When his hand inadvertently brushed
the head of Phin’s cock he grunted and jerked.
“I can’t take it anymore, Stephan. I need
to come, man, please!” Phineus cried.
“OK, just let me get one more. Sit on the
side of the bed, Phin.”
Phin sat there panting
and desperately wanting to take his painfully swollen member in hand, somehow he managed to control himself. Stephan quickly
set up a tripod and mounted the camera on it while his models watched.
“Lay back with your ass right at the edge of
the mattress.” He told Phin while he got the camera
focused for the shot that he wanted to get.
Crooking his finger at Ed, he told him that
all he had to do was press the button with brief pauses between. The teacher
nodded in understanding. Stephan knelt between the blonde’s milky thighs and
lifted his long, slender cock from his stomach. He slid his mouth down the
shaft until his nose was pressed into Phin’s pubic
hair. His own long hair screened most of his face. Phin
clutched his dark hair in his fists, groaning. Positioning his hands flat on
either side of the blonde’s smooth stomach, he gave Ed a thumbs-up to let him
know he was set.
Shutter click; Ed counted to two. Shutter
click; another pause. Shutter click; he was dying to go over to
them. Stephan lifted his face back off of the model’s beautiful erection,
holding it by the base; shutter click. A thin, iridescent thread of precum stretched between cock’s tip and bottom lip, shining
in the sunlight; shutter click. The artist’s tongue swirled around the
head of the blonde’s angry, red cock; shutter click. Ed abandoned the
camera to join the duo at the bed.
He knelt behind Stef and opened the drawer of the nightstand. Finding what
he was looking for, he opened the jar and daubed his fingertips in the jelly.
Quickly, he began working it into Stef’s tight
pucker. When the artist started moaning around Phin’s
cock and hunching back onto three of his fingers, Ed moved forward to take
possession of him. He slid in, pausing every few seconds to allow Stef to grow accustomed to the invasion. Seeing what Ed was
doing, Phin sat up, pushing his friend off of him and
stuck his fingers into the jar sitting on the nightstand. Pulling out a big
blob, he worked it into his own ass.
Having readied himself, he slithered off the
mattress to straddle Stephan. Stef positioned himself
at the blonde’s entrance, pushing in just as Ed was pulling back. Ed’s cock
popped out and slapped his stomach. Ed told the painter to hold still and he
and Phin would do all the moving. Ed slid in and Phin slid down, Stef groaned and
shuddered at the double sensation. When they began moving in complementary
rhythms the artist moaned louder, clutching the bedding and burying his face in
Phin warm neck.
The younger men’s vocalizations were becoming
louder and more frequent. Stephan was shuddering and uncontrollably twitching
his hips; shutter click. Phineus’ movements
had become erratic, he couldn’t keep a rhythm; shutter click. Ed’s balls
started to tingle and draw up a little. Reaching around Stef
with both hands, he pressed the pads of his thumbs into Phin’s
nipples and massaged them in opposite directions; shutter click. The
blond threw his head back, crying out as he was pushed into a mind searing
orgasm; shutter click. Stephen had been teetering on the edge of
ecstasy, when Phin’s ass started convulsing he lost
it and fell hard into an abyss where the only thing that existed was exquisite
pleasure; shutter click. Edgar became aware of the sound of the camera
at the same instant that the artist started milking his cock, tipping him over
into a raging, orgasmic flow. He clutched Stef’s
hips, driving into him over and over, as he cried out his pleasure; shutter
click.
“God damn! That was the hottest
thing I have ever seen!” The newcomer exclaimed. Setting the camera on
the bed, he sat and crossed his legs.
All three of them turned their heads in
unison. This was the first time the younger men knew the stranger was in the
room. He looked to be about thirty and was wearing an airline steward’s
uniform. Across the room, near the stairwell, lay a duffle bag.
“Hey, man.” Phineus
smiled, “How ya doin’?”
“Hey, baby! I missed you.” Stephan beamed at him, “Gimme a kiss.”
“Oh, yeah. I can see exactly
how much you missed me, Stef.” The mellow voice
fairly dripped with sarcasm as he leaned over and gave the painter a deep,
loving kiss.
“Mmmm…you taste
good.” The newcomer commented when he had pulled back. Stephan, leaning up for
the kiss, had pulled Ed’s cock free, it popped out limply. Ed’s knees were
starting to hurt, so he sat down tailor fashion.
“It’s Phineus.” Stef said, smiling.
“Too bad. I was hoping it was
your new guy; he looks dee-lish. When do I get
to fuck him?” His voice had taken on a seductive tone as. It washed across Ed’s
body like warm silk, it surprised him when his cock gave a twitch and plumped a
little.
“Oh, Eddie, this is Eliot, we live here
together. Eliot, this is Edgar, he’s a teacher.” He and Phin
extracted themselves from each other as he made the introductions.
“Pleasure to meet
you, Eliot.” He said, rising to shake his hand.
“The pleasure will be mutual,
I’m sure.” Eliot replied, with a
Stephan knew that there was no way they would
get any more work done today.