Sorry, I’m offering up a little bit of blatant sex by Laura Baumbach

This is a little piece from a short story I’m writing for WET SKIN a gay erotica anthology. It’s supposed to be pure erotica not romance but I can’t help myself sometimes. So the whole story might come off as erotic romance rather than erotica. But hopefully readers will like it all the same.

Brawny & Broad

Air felt as if it had just fully returned to his sluggish lungs, but Parker couldn’t find the energy to speak. He merely nodded, wondering how he was going to return the blowjob in his present position.

Dallas’s commanding hands urged him to move, but not in the direction he anticipated.

“Turn over. On your knees, chest on the bench.”

He was gently flipped and maneuvered into place. Any thoughts of protest got lost in the excitement of how inappropriate their behavior was. Parker grabbed the edge of the bench and rested his cheek on the soothe wood under his chest and face. His legs were still spread, stretched wide to bracket Dallas’s lower body, rising cock and loose balls swinging free in the space created below his lower belly. He was completely exposed, open to anything the other man wanted, and barely able to tolerate the wait to find out what that was.

“Yeah, just like that. Let me see that tight, little ass of yours.”

Hands ran the length of his back, rubbing his skin, the touch heavy, firm, reassuring. The hair of Dallas’s thighs and groin scratched against Parker’s legs and ass, then the heat of flesh pressed more fully against him, weighing him down. He felt blanketed by Dallas’s body, cover from neck to knee in body heat. Skin on skin. Too much skin! This was going too far. Parker had never let sexual excitement over rule reason when his health was concerned.

“No! We can’t. I don’t…we don’t have a condom. I won’t—” He pushed up, but barely managed to rise more than a few inches. His lack of success had nothing to do with the strong arm on his back and everything to do with his limp and uncooperative limbs. In fact, Dallas rolled him a little onto his side and leaned in close to reassure him, understanding in the eyes under the lusty waggle of dark eyebrows.

“Relax, professor. We aren’t going to. I’m clean, but I don’t expect you to take my word for it.” A rough tussle of his hair ended on a slow trail of fingers down his spine. It was seductive, coaxing. He was eased back on his stomach again. “Right now–just trust me.”

“What—”

“Relax. Trust me.” Lips kissed down the path the fingertips had blazed on his skin. One cheek was gripped, his opening exposed. One rough swipe of a towel dried off his skin, teasing his asshole, making it wink and clench. “I’ve got this one covered.”

The lips moved lower, not wasting time. Dallas’s tongue darted out to lavish broad, wet laps over Parker’s ass, then moved rapidly into the sensitive cleft. There it wiggled and stroked until it wormed its way to the puckered entrance. Once there the broad strokes vanished, replaced by a firm penetration that darted in and out of his body in a breathtakingly fast tempo. His heart matched the beat, his cock filling with each pounding note, his lungs struggling to keep up.

Parker gasped and tried not to move. He wasn’t a virgin, but this was more than any of his previous fumbling, awkward lovers had tried in the past. This felt better than anything he had ever experienced before, mind blowing, thought destroying and completely amazing.

Then things got even better.

Suddenly the tongue disappeared. An insistent pressure breached his opening, filling him with something thicker, but still slick and warm, alive. The remaining brains cells not consumed by lust recognized it as a finger, long and dexterous. It stretched the ring of muscles at his opening, making them tingle with a delicious burn. A steady downward pressure and the digit pressed deeper into his channel, rubbing, curling, reaching until it bumped his prostate. His limbs stiffed and trembled, the lancing shock of electric stimulation lighting up his nerves.

He could feel Dallas’s groin rubbing against his ass while strong palms manhandled his thighs together, the man’s poker hot shaft trapped between them.

“That’s it. Squeeze tight.” Hot, muscular flesh smacked against the outside of Parker’s quivering thighs, clamping them together like a vise. “Ah, yeah, just like that.” Dallas leaned over him, his weight snug to Parker’s back, one arm curled around Parker’s waist to grab hold of Parker’s straining dick.

“I’ll do all the work.” The cock slid deeper then out, the smooth silky glide of sweaty flesh on slippery flesh. “You just think about my hand up you tight little hole. Fingering you. Tickling that little cherry inside you. Think about that burn in your ass.” The finger inside him stroked the swollen nub. Parker jumped, grunted and then moaned into the wood bench. “Think about what it looks like to come all over my hand.”

Gripping the bench to keep from banging his head, Parker did what he was told, envisioning his cum spurting out into Dallas’s massive hand, the creamy white juices stark against the tanned skin. He clenched his legs, thrilled when a gasp of pleasure hissed across his back.

Written by Laura Baumbach

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