Sexy Gay Stories - Volume One - three m/m short stories

my hands, his still-damp blond hair threading through my fingers, and I covered his mouth with mine. His lips were full, soft, and moist, and he kept his eyes open as I thrust my tongue between them. Our kiss was long, and deep, and hard, and it took my breath away.
    When it finally ended, I whispered in the dark, ‘I’ve wanted to do that since the day you walked into my office.’
    Jeremy placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. He pushed the sheet aside and slid down the bed. I lifted my hips when he tugged at my boxers. A moment later they lay on the floor and my client’s warm breath tickled the dark thatch of hair at the juncture of my thighs.
    I knew I shouldn’t let desire override common sense. I knew I shouldn’t become involved with a client, not even with a former client, but in that place, at that time, I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t thinking and I should have been.
    Months had passed since the end of my last relationship and I had let myself go, failing to perform even rudimentary personal grooming. My hirsute condition didn’t deter my client, though. He took my hairy balls into his mouth, one at a time and then both together.
    By then, my cock had grown painfully erect. Jeremy released his oral grip on my balls and used the tip of his tongue to draw a wet line from my ball sack up the underside of my shaft. He took my spongy soft cock head in his mouth and hooked his teeth behind my glans.
    As his tongue painted my glans with his saliva, he cupped my scrotum in one hand and massaged my testicles. Using the tip of his middle finger, he stroked the sensitive spot behind my ball sack. I thought I would explode in his mouth right then, but I didn’t.
    Instead, I reached down and wrapped my fingers in his hair, pushing against the back of his head and urging him to take the entire length of my shaft into his mouth. I closed my eyes as he took my shaft in slowly and then drew back until just my cock head remained between his lips. Then he did it again.
    Saliva dripped trickled down my scrotum, wetting the hand Jeremy was using to massage my sack. The third time he lowered his face into my lap, he pressed one saliva-slick finger against the tight pucker of my ass and drove it into me.
    My eyes snapped open.
    He massaged my prostate with his finger as he continued face fucking me, and I could not restrain myself. I came, and came hard, firing a thick wad of hot spunk against the back of Jeremy’s throat.
    He swallowed every drop and didn’t release his oral grip on my cock until it stopped throbbing in his mouth.
    I wasn’t finished with him, though. I wanted more. Much more. And my cock quickly responded.
    I rolled over and reached into the drawer of my nightstand. I retrieved a half-used tube of lube, squeezed a drop of lubricant onto my middle finger, and applied it to my client’s tightly puckered sphincter.
    He rose up on his knees and grabbed the headboard as I positioned myself behind him and grabbed his slim hips. I pressed the head of my cock against Jeremy’s lubricated hole and pressed forward until I buried my entire length within him. Then I drew back and pushed forward.
    I held Jeremy’s hips as I fucked him, driving into him again and again.
    He reached back, took my right hand in his, and guided it to his erection. Then he wrapped my fingers around his shaft and I didn’t need any additional encouragement.
    As I fucked his ass, I pistoned my hand up and down Jeremy’s cock shaft.
    He came first, spewing come on the sheets, and then I came, firing my second wad deep inside him.
    When we finally tired of one another, we shifted position, trying to get comfortable on the wet sheets. When we finally settled ourselves, we were spooned together, facing the back of the now-closed bedroom door, his smooth rear end pressed against my crotch. I held Jeremy, my breath tickling the hair behind his ear, and I fell asleep.

    I woke the next morning to find myself alone, my bedroom rank with the stale scent of our sex. I pushed myself out of bed and padded to the bathroom.
    Jeremy had left it a disaster, the tile floor covered with rust-stained towels still damp from the night before. I snatched one up, examined the stains closely and recognized blood. Under the towels, my client had left his whiskey-soaked clothing.
    I showered quickly, pulled on my clothes, and grabbed my empty shoulder holster. My client, a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and my .38 had disappeared.
    I could think of only one