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

touched my arsehole. He slipped the tip inside so easily, gently wiggling as he teased my puckered opening. I couldn’t resist pushing back a little, enjoying the warm sweep of his pointed tongue. Pressing his hands harder into my hips, he grunted as he tongue-fucked me. It wasn’t long before both of us were covered in mud and sweat. He toyed with me, licked me, his insistence forcing me further forward over the dryer. Just as I got used to his pace, he pulled his tongue away from me. I looked back to see what he was doing and I caught his eye as he slipped a finger inside his mouth. 
    Watching his thick digit ease slowly out from between his lips, I groaned without him even touching me. Turning back to the wall, he began rubbing his saliva-wet finger over my puckered hole. His tongue was back, joining his finger in gentle play. As much as I loved his tongue on me, I wanted him to put his finger inside me. But, he made me wait. He always enjoyed keeping me on edge. His other hand reached around and grabbed my cock, rubbing his thick fist up and down my erection. It was the first time he had touched my stiff dick, and I looked down to see a pearl of fluid emerge. His thumb ran over the slit, forcing another drop to the surface. 
    After another slow rim around my arse, the tip of his finger slid inside me. His intrusion nearly knocked me off balance, my feet slipping on the wet floor. The combination of his hand on my cock and his finger in my arse was driving me crazy. His fist wrapped around me tighter, jerking me with his slow and deliberate rhythm. I tried to steady myself by putting my elbows on the vibrating dryer but my knees were still weak. His finger was in constant motion, never really stopping. As soon as the tip was almost completely out, he eased right back in. I felt his teeth sink into my arse cheek, the sharp pinch forcing a scream from my throat. My arse contracted around his finger, my cock aching for release. My heart pounded nearly as hard as the rain, a crack of lightning piercing through the black clouds. 
    The sound of our two wet bodies moving together; the smell of him, me and mud overwhelmed me. I groaned in disappointment when he let go of my cock. He turned me around, his dirty face now inches from my hard cock. His eyes fixed on mine, as his finger slid back into my arse. I waited, this time to feel his mouth on me. But, again he played with me, made me wait for what I needed so desperately. I tried to stay calm, but it wasn’t working. Somehow I managed to put words together.
    ‘Suck my dick, Jake. Please.’
    ‘God, Kevin, you’re so impatient.’
    His fist was back on my cock, more precome forming on the tip. Jake stuck out his sweet tongue and licked it away from the slit. With a wink, he closed his mouth over the head of my dick. I looked down at his rain slicked hair, mud and grass still clinging to the blond strands. I couldn’t resist running my hands through it, getting more of the mess all over me. My inner neat-freak had been struck silent. Dirt and grime was suddenly the sexiest thing I could think of. The head of my cock hit the back of his throat just as the finger in my arse wiggled slightly. I let out an involuntary groan, clutching Jake’s head for balance. My hips couldn’t decide which way to go. Every time I pushed forward into his mouth, his finger pulled out of my puckered hole. When I slid back onto his finger, his mouth eased off my cock. I was so close to coming, and I was just about to tell him so. But, before I could form the words, Jake released my cock and stood up. 
    We stood amidst the damage, both panting, both hard. Mud and water had made their way everywhere, including the walls. His smile was the same as it was before; that of a happy, messy boy. Neither of us spoke for a moment, our bodies edgy and waiting. I decided to break the silence and the tension.
    ‘I think it’s your turn to do the laundry, Jake. I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you join me after you throw these filthy things in the washer?’
    ‘I promise I’ll clean it up later, Kevin.’
    ‘Oh really?’
    ‘I swear. Now, how about I join you in that shower?’
    He leaned forward to kiss me, but I moved my head away at the last moment. Jake was having none of it, grabbing my head and dragging me back into a deep kiss. I let myself rest against his chest, forgetting all about the mess all around us. I shook my head, surveying the scene one last time before I let