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

Jake lead me up the stairs, not caring about the muddy footprints we were no doubt leaving on the carpet. It took us for ever to get up the stairs, pausing every few seconds to steal more kisses, careful not to get any dirt on the walls. 
    Jake slipped on the lights and the shiny clean bathroom was just waiting for us to mess it up. He pushed me towards the white granite countertops, the clean porcelain of the sink soon smeared with my dirty fingerprints, followed by his. He pressed my palms down flat and nibbled on my earlobe, my eyes closed to the bright light above my head. When I found my composure, I was finally able to speak.
    ‘We’re making a mess in here too. I thought we came up here to get clean.’
    ‘I promise, Kevin. I will clean up every last speck of dirt in here too. Now quit worrying. Besides, I don’t think we’re quite done getting dirty yet, do you?’
    He put a finger to my chin, and turned me to look at him, crushing my mouth with his. He pulled back; the sparkle in his eyes was unmistakable. He released me, letting my head turn back to the light, our eyes meeting again in the mirror. He began grinding his cock into my arse cheeks, bending me further over the sink until I was resting on my forearms. I could feel him growing harder, his urgency clear in the sound of his ragged breath. 
    He watched me in the mirror as his hands moved down my sides, his left hand moving slowly lower until it was resting against my stomach right above my cock. His thumb traced circles over my stomach as his mouth continued to kiss and nibble my neck. I heard a drawer open and close, knowing that Jake was retrieving what he needed to fuck me. The cold lube made me jump as it dripped down between my cheeks, and I jumped again when I felt his finger start working in slow circles around my puckered hole. He eased inside me without effort, without resistance, sliding slowly all the way until there was no more for me to take. 
    Another finger slid inside me and Jake was still watching me, still holding my gaze in the mirror, but I had lost focus. Everything was blurred and hazy. His fingers were replaced by the head of his cock nudging against my arse, filling me up like he had so many times before. I closed my eyes just for a second and when I opened them again Jake was still looking at me, a grin back on his face. I felt like I had been on edge for ever, and he only made it worse when he wrapped his fist around my dick and started stroking me. 
    ‘Oh, fuck, Kev. I’ve been thinking about this all damn day. Practice couldn’t end fast enough. I couldn’t wait to come home and make you all filthy and then fuck your brains out.’
    I wanted to respond, but I couldn’t. His words hit like lightning, turning my stomach upside down. He fucked me slowly, then quickly, his pace uneven and maddening. He grabbed my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss, breaking our stare in the mirror. I nuzzled against his neck, enticed by the smell of him, the earthy smell he brought home with him, every little thing about him fuelling my fire. Jake pinched one of my nipples, sending a zip of pain and pleasure straight to my balls. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer, he was just too much.
    ‘Jake, I’m really close. I’m gonna come.’
    ‘Me too. Come for me, Kev. I want to watch you come.’
    My cock twitched in his hand, his fist not even making it back to the base before I was coming, shooting all over my nice clean sink. I cried out, but most of it got lost in his mouth, his kisses swallowing up the sound. It was seconds later that he shot, pounding into me just a little bit harder. I was sweaty and drained, as he pulled out of me, staggering back against the tile wall to keep himself from hitting the ground.
    I slumped against the counter, the cold granite feeling good against my sweaty chest. I heard the water turn on, the shower pounding out at full blast. Jake picked me up off the vanity and nearly carried me to the shower. The water was warm and I watched the last of the dirt and grime washing down the drain. Jake kissed me lightly, his hands running down my back as he pulled me close. 
    ‘So, it looks like I have a busy night of cleaning ahead of me, don’t I, Kevin?’
    ‘Damn right, Jake. And you can start with me.’

Tour Fling
by Mary Borsellino

    The days are long and the weather is scorching, this time of year, and the light that hits the waves is bright enough to almost hurt as it flares silver in