Coda 05 -Paris a to Z

lucky. There were two other guys in the alley. The narrow area between the buildings was a myriad of shadows, but I could make out enough to know that one was leaning against the wall, his hands gripping the head of the man kneeling before him. I deliberately chose a spot slightly illuminated by the street lamps at the end of the alley. I pushed Angelo gently back against the wall, and he pulled me close to him.
“This really what you want?” he asked.
“You dont want to?”
“Ill do whatever you ask, Zach, but I cant take this back once its done. I need you to be sure.”
Those words were an aphrodisiac to me, and I moaned, pushing hard against him. “Im sure.” This angel belonged to me. Nobody would ever know him the way I did. They might all want him, but he didnt care. He only cared what I wanted. And at the moment, I wanted nothing more than to see him get off. “I love you,” I told him.
“You got a pretty fucked up way of showin it.” But I knew by the laughter in his voice that he was teasing.
I stepped away from him, turning toward the punk. He was only a foot away, watching us, breathing hard. “Ill do either one of you,” he said, his voice thick with arousal.

    I reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to us and turning him toward Angelo. “You only touch him.”
Angelo pushed down on the kids shoulders, and he went to his knees willingly, whimpering in anticipation. I reached around his head to undo Angelos pants. I heard a zipper, and a moan from the kid at my feet. He had undone his pants and was stroking himself, his eyes wide as he watched me push Angelos boxers out of the way, revealing his erection. I leaned over the kid and kissed Angelo one more time, stroking him for just a moment before letting him go.
I took a step back, giving the kid room to work, and myself enough space to watch it all. The kid wrapped his free hand around Angelos cock, and Angelo grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him toward his waiting cock. Angelos eyes locked on mine, and he smiled at me. Then his breath caught, and I knew just by watching his face that the punk had really begun. His lips parted sensuously, and his eyes drifted shut, and he tipped his head backward against the wall. I kept my ears tuned to the sound of Angelos breathing as I watched. I knew it so well by now—the way it became louder at first, and yet somehow slower, too, like he wanted to moan, but couldnt remember how. After that, it sped up as his climax drew near, until he was panting, almost whimpering, although he rarely made a sound. And finally, he would catch his breath and hold it as he came, sometimes forgetting to breathe for so long that I wondered how he managed to remain conscious.
He was lost in the pleasure now, drifting on that tide of sexual energy as the kid sucked him. I liked watching his face and the way his long, slender fingers tangled into the kids blonde hair. I liked the way the kids arm moved quicker and quicker as he beat himself off to the tempo of his head bobbing against Angelos groin. I was unbelievably turned on, almost painfully so, and trying to decide if I could wait until we got back to the car, or if I wanted to jack off right there while I watched. Angelos voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Zach,” he said hoarsely, and I looked up into his half closed eyes. “Come here.”
I moved closer. I leaned awkwardly over the kid at Angelos feet, and heard him groan as my weight pushed against his back. Angelo was already unzipping my jeans. He wrapped one arm around my neck and pulled me close, kissing me hard. His other hand slid into my pants and wrapped around my shaft. He stroked only once—
And the whole world ceased to exist as I came. I didnt even notice the moment when Angelo quit breathing. I had no idea if the kid at my feet climaxed, too, or not. The release was almost as strong as it had been in that bathroom stall in Vegas so long ago. And it was nothing more than Angelos hand.
The kid moved from between us, and I pulled Angelo close to me, both of us still shaking a bit and breathing hard. “Kind of kinky, arent you, Zach?” he teased.
“You can always say no.”
“I know I can,” he said. “Thats why I dont.”
    H E SLEPT on the ride back to Coda. At home, he followed me into my room and into my bed. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered to me in the dark, “The other way now, Zach.” I loved the thrill of watching him, but when it was all said and done, it