Thirty
LEO gave a loud groan as Alex fingered himself, those fingers sliding into his boy’s pink, glistening hole. Oh fuck… at this rate he would be shooting his load within seconds of getting inside Alex. He was wholly conscious of the spectacle the boy made as he prepared himself. All eyes were on him, and Leo couldn’t blame them—the boy was absolutely stunning. The long leash was still attached to his collar.
When Alex groaned and begged to be fucked, Leo moaned low and hard. He could hear the acute need in his boy’s voice, a need that pulled at him, demanded he take him, and take him hard. Leo stretched out on his back, holding his cock upright, steady.
“Now, boy—straddle me. Ride my cock.” He heard the murmurs begin and knew their source immediately. The men around him couldn’t have missed the fact he was about to fuck his boy bare, and he knew this spoke volumes about his relationship with Alex. He was effectively telling them he and his boy were exclusive.
Alex knelt over him, straddling his hips. Leo grabbed Alex, guiding the boy down onto his waiting cock. Although he couldn’t see Alex’s face, he knew his boy was in the grip of some strong emotion.
“Spread your cheeks, boy.” Alex’s hands were shaking as he spread himself wide, revealing his hole, which contracted, the tight pucker shiny with lube. Leo pressed against Alex’s entrance, biting back a moan as he slid, inch by glorious inch, into the tightest heat imaginable. Alex’s body was sucking him in. Ohhhh… that felt fucking unbelievable. “Oh my God, you’re tight, boy!”
Alex let out a long, harsh groan as he sank down all the way onto Leo’s cock. “Oh fuck, Sir!” Alex was panting. “Sir, you’re so fucking deep.” He started to roll his hips, riding Leo faster, lifting his body only to slam down once again, burying Leo’s shaft inside him, the head of his cock sliding over his gland. Alex shuddered. “Oh, right there, Sir!”
Leo pulled Alex down against his chest. Alex turned his head, desperately seeking Leo’s mouth, and Leo took his lips in an urgent kiss, tilting his hips to thrust up into his boy’s stretched ass. Leo grabbed Alex’s legs behind the knees, pulling them up toward his chest, spreading his boy wide. A chorus of approval met his ears as the men surrounding them took in the sight. Leo pistoned into Alex, his cock gliding into his ass with ease. Alex’s moans were coming thick and fast, a constant erotic soundtrack. “Grab your legs, boy!”
Alex obeyed immediately, and Leo ran his hands over his boy’s chest, holding him tightly, deepening the connection between them. He fucked up into Alex, hitting his gland with every thrust, feeling the tremors running through Alex.
“Do you like how my cock feels as it plows your tight ass, boy?”
Alex was shaking, panting breathlessly as Leo relentlessly reamed his ass. Leo exulted in the sensation as tight walls of muscle gripped his cock, tremors coursing through Alex as Leo pushed him ever closer to his climax.
Leo was so fucking close—and he was taking Alex with him.
ALEX was lost in a world of sensation.
The feel of Leo’s cock thrusting into him, slamming into his gland…. Leo running his hands over his chest, down his torso, finally reaching his cock, which was so hard. The first touch of Leo’s hand on his cock had Alex fighting the urge to come. Not yet!
And then Leo plowing into him, the rhythm relentless, not faltering for a second as he drove his cock deep into Alex’s ass. Oh fuck….
“That’s it, boy.” Leo’s voice was hoarse in his ear. “Come on my cock. Show these men who owns this ass.”
“You, Sir,” Alex sobbed. “Only you, Sir!”
“Damn straight, boy. Mine!” Leo let out a howl of triumph and then sped up, his hips rocking, holding Alex immobile. Alex lost himself once more as the world fuzzed out, shrinking until all he could feel was the slide of Leo’s cock into him, the watching men’s subdued cries of arousal becoming less distinct.
Oh…. This was new. This was…. Alex let himself go, let the world fall away, and soared.
OH HELL, yeah! Leo sensed the change in Alex immediately. His boy was in subspace, lost on some plane where all he could do was feel, and Leo’s heart leaped. Leo cried out as he felt Alex’s ass tighten around his cock like a vise. “Oh, yes!” He thrust into Alex as deeply as he could, his cock pulsing, and wrapped his hand around Alex’s throbbing shaft, which erupted in a fountain of come.
“Fuck him, fuck him good!”
The cries of those around them faded as Leo focused on the man in his arms, holding him tightly, feeling him tremble and shake as Leo’s orgasm hit with all the force of a runaway freight train.
Alex arched his back and cried out as he came, screaming a single word: “Master!”
The word hit Leo hard, slamming into him, annihilating him utterly. He gasped as their lips met, each man eagerly seeking the other. Leo devoured him, his tongue plunging deep as Alex cried out, the sounds swallowed by breathless kisses.
Leo broke the kiss, sensing Alex starting to come back to him, the word “Master” repeated softly, over and over. Leo stilled inside his boy, locked within him, as intimately connected as it was possible for two men to be. He stroked Alex’s chest and torso, the movement unhurried, bringing his boy back, until at last Leo’s cock slipped from its tight prison. Leo let out a low, guttural sound as come pulsed from Alex’s hole and trickled down over his limp cock. Alex murmured softly, and Leo held him, kissing his lips, his chin, cheeks, forehead, until finally he turned the boy to him and held him against him.
“You with me, boy?” Leo brushed hair from Alex’s eyes, gazing at him in wonder. Master…. Alex’s eyes finally focused on him, and Leo smiled. “Hi there, boy. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”
Alex held onto him, tilting up his face to be kissed. Leo was only too happy to oblige. The two men lay there entwined, Leo barely conscious of the murmurs of approval from their audience. He only had eyes for the boy in his arms.
ALEX sat on the sofa, gazing unseeing at the Christmas tree. His mind was still back in the club, reliving the whole incredible experience. There had been so much to take in, it had almost been a case of sensory overload. He shivered.
“Are you cold, boy?” Leo was standing by the sofa, gazing down at Alex with concern. Alex hadn’t even heard him approach, he’d been so engrossed in his thoughts.
He gave Leo a reassuring smile. “I’m fine,” he stressed. “Just thinking.”
Leo sat beside him, handing him a mug of green tea and vanilla, the familiar scent comforting. He stroked Alex’s thigh. “I’m so proud of you tonight.” Leo sat back against the cushions and held out an arm, inviting Alex to snuggle.
Alex put down his mug and moved over to him. The cuddles after they’d finished fucking had been phenomenal. Alex had come to look forward to snuggling with Leo after a scene, and quickly worked out it was an essential part of Leo’s aftercare. And he loved pressing up against the man, feeling those strong arms around him, protecting him. Alex tilted his face up, seeking a kiss. Leo didn’t disappoint: warm, soft lips met his, pressing firmly. Sounds of sheer contentment filled the air.
“Let’s go to bed, boy.” Leo kissed the top of his head tenderly. “I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms tonight.”
Oh, Alex was so in favor of that plan.
LEO had never been a big fan of Christmas… until now.
The day itself had been magical. There was simply no other word. A day of waking up with his beautiful boy in his arms. They had quickly progressed from loving kisses to Leo fucking Alex’s mouth, coming down his throat and having his cock cleaned up with soft licks. Now, that was the way to wake up.
They’d sat on the rug in their robes, exchanging gifts, the smell of freshly baked croissants and aromatic coffee filling the air, Christmas carols playing quietly. Alex had suddenly gotten this mischievous expression on his face, pulled Leo to his feet and tugged at him, both men laughing as he led the way to the bathroom. Under the hot cascade of water, Alex had braced himself against the tiles, ass tilted, and Leo had succumbed immediately to the offer, first with his tongue and then with his cock. They’d made slow, sweet love until they couldn’t take any more, and Leo had released deep inside his young lover with a yell while Alex cried out his name over and over again.
The rest of the day had been perfect, the atmosphere one of peace and utter contentment as they prepared a meal together amid much laughter. The high point for Leo, however, had been the look of joy on Alex’s face when his father rang. Alex had spent about ten minutes in conversation, and it had clearly been a good conversation. No mention was made of his mother, however, and Leo didn’t press him.
Leo had no one to call, since his parents had both died when he was eighteen, and although he’d spent a few years living with his grandparents, that particular door had been well and truly closed when Leo came out. Leo had long been used to it, but these few days had rekindled in him the magic of Christmas recalled from childhood. During recent years, he’d been in no mood to celebrate, preferring instead to hide himself away from his friends.
All that had changed. And there was only one possible explanation.
Alex had slowly and surely brought him back to life.