Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

of the things I'd dreamt of doing while I knelt before him. He held me so tightly against his skin all I could do was snake my tongue out and taste whatever happened to be in range.
    The scent of his arousal was stronger now, musky and gloriously male. His cock was already more than half-hard. The velvety soft shaft rubbed temptingly against my cheek. I tried to turn my head toward it, but Luke stubbornly held me in place.
    Accepting his decision, I merely parted my lips further. Dark hairs decorated the skin around his cock and extended down over his balls. I pressed open-mouthed kisses against them, desperate to offer whatever I could, until Luke suddenly tugged my head back.
    A tug on my hair made me look up toward Luke's face. Shrouded in shadows and looming above me, he looked like a man who could take anything he wanted from anyone in the entire world— except he didn't need to take anything from me, I was frantic to give him whatever he'd accept.
    In the gloom of the alley, I could just make out the way Luke smiled down at me but I was far too busy gasping for breath to smile back. For as long as he studied me, my mouth remained open, just waiting to be filled.
    Luke's grip on my hair tightened when he finally guided my head forward. As he steadied his shaft with his other hand, the tip of his cock brushed against my lips. He fed the head into my mouth but stopped there.
    I closed my lips around the top-most inch of his cock, rubbing my tongue against his glans and foreskin. My eyes fell closed as I savoured my first real taste of him. I moaned my pleasure, barely able to believe I was really there with the guy I'd wanted for so many weeks.
    Luke soon seemed to decide I'd had long enough to get used to my mouth being filled with the thick girth of his shaft. He pulled me forward, his cock sliding deeper into my mouth as my lips descended around the length.
    I didn't have any say in my movements. Luke's hold on my hair chose how deep I took him, how quickly I bobbed my head. He decided everything and I damn near came untouched as the knowledge of my complete lack of control rushed to my cock and made me painfully hard.
    I clawed at the leather on Luke's hips, whimpering with need.
    His pre-cum leaked onto my tongue, but it wasn't enough. I wanted more, needed more. I did whatever I could with what little freedom I had, creating a seal around his shaft and caressing the head with my tongue at every opportunity.
    Opening my eyes to peer up at Luke, I was just in time to see a brief moment of ecstasy rush across his features. He pressed his head back against the rough brickwork behind him. His hips thrust forward, burying his cock deep in my mouth as he came.
    I wasn't ready. Even swallowing as quickly as I could, I couldn't take it all down with ease. Luke's cum filled my mouth; the taste of him took over my mind.
    With a deep groan of satisfaction, Luke slumped back against the wall. The rush of semen into my mouth ended. His grip on my hair eased a fraction, but not far enough to let me pull away and take my mouth off his shaft.
    His cock softened and I did what I could to clean the residue of his cum from it until Luke finally released my hair. I sat back on my heels and hurriedly wiped the cum I hadn't been able to swallow from my lips.
    I was only just quick enough. Just a fraction of a second later, Luke caught hold of my chin and tilted my head back to study me.
    "Next time you submit to me, I might let you come."
    He'd already done up his fly. Without another word, he walked back into the club, leaving the fire door open for me to follow in his wake. Perhaps it wasn't the politest exit in the history of back alley hook-ups but, at the time, I was so excited by the possibility of doing another scene with him, I couldn't have cared less about his manners.
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    Three weeks passed by before I finally had a chance to try to get another scene with Luke. Even now, looking back after over five months have passed, I'm pretty sure aliens must have abducted him during that time, because I know I searched every gay haunt in the area for him and he was nowhere to be found.
    When I finally spotted him, he didn't seem to be any the worse for his disappearance. He was standing by the bar with a group of friends, a drink in his hand. All of the men in his set were wearing leather; all of them looked like they knew what they were doing.
    As far as I was concerned, they were that club's equivalent of the coolest kids in