NSFW - Trevor - 1 {Gay}

     Hello good people, my name is Trevor. I'm a 33 year old 'straight' man and this is my story. While I hope you can find it all believable, to this day I still find it hard to believe, but here goes. Oh wait. Before we start, I have an admission to make. Later there is an incestuous part where I imply that I am under age, but I was actually 19 and a little on the stupid side about some things.

    About 5 years ago, I was out at dinner alone because my girlfriend had just broken up with me after a 7 year relationship. I am a fairly out going guy, and usually make friends pretty easily. This night I was off my usual game though. I just wanted to be left alone. Yes, I was a little depressed from having my girlfriend admit she was cheating on me. I'm not one of those gorgeous guys like in the magazine ads, but I'm not ugly either, and I'm no slouch in the bedroom, so I couldn't figure out why she had cheated and left. 

    Anyhow, as I said, I was out for dinner, sitting quietly, alone, munching my burger when a guy walks up to my table. He looked vaguely familiar, but I didn't know him.

    “I hate to bother you while you are eating, but is your name Trevor?” he said.

    “Yes, I'm Trevor. I don't think I know you, do I?” I said in reply.

    “No, we never met but I remember seeing you around in college a few years ago.” he said. “My name in Jack. I saw you sitting here alone and thought I would just come say hi.”

    “Good to meet you Jack, yeah I sort of remember seeing you around school. Man, that's been a long time ago. How have you been?” I said.

    “Not bad I guess. Working my ass off trying to get over being dumped a while back. How have you been?” Jack said.

    Now Jack wasn't what I would actually call a wonder to behold, but I could tell he was considered very good looking, which probably explains why we never met in college. I seem to remember him hanging out with a few of those model types back then. I never had the time to be super social in college because the classes I was taking were rather tough one. “Ahh, well we are in that same boat. I just got dumped a few days ago.” I said with a laugh.

    “Aw man, I'm sorry to hear that.” he said. “I got dumped about a week ago.” He said with a little laugh. “Guess I wasn't what he wanted to spend his life with after all.”

    I was taken aback at him saying he was gay. “Yeah, my girl decided she wanted something different too, I guess.” I said.

    “Yeah, it's a shame when people let you down like that. But I guess it's a part of life.” Jack said.

    “Yeah, I guess. But we'll both get over it before too long.” I said.

    “I guess.” I'm not sure why I said this next part. “I'm sure you already have plans, but how would you like to join me for a few drinks?” I figured we could talk about our being dumped, I guess, and maybe get to know one another, since I've never had anything against gay guys.

    “That sounds good man, but I need to make a quick stop first, if that's ok.” Jack said.

    “Sure thing.” I said, then gave him the name a bar I was thinking of checking out.

    “A sports bar? Not really my scene, how about something a little calmer?” he said then named another bar.

    “Ok. I've been there before. Nice place. See you there in what, an hour?” I said.

    “Sounds good. See you there.” he said with a smile and a wave. I went back to eating my dinner, and when I was finished, I got up to leave. I still had about 45 minutes to kill till he would meet me at this bar, so I just drove around for a while, then headed to the bar. I walked in and was soon seated at a table, and just as the waitress came by to get my order, Jack came sauntering in, spotted me and headed for my table. “Hey Trevor.”

    “Hey Jack, she's asking for orders. Get yours while you can.” I said. He ordered a screw driver and I got a rum and coke. After the waitress left, I asked, “Did you get your errand taken care of?” 

    “Yeah, but I think I'm going to have to pass on it. The rent is a bit more than I can actually afford.” He said rather glumly.

    “Oh man, that sucks. Where was the place?” I asked. He told me, and it was in my neighborhood. “I live not too far from there. I have a house not 2 blocks from there. It's a great neighborhood.” 

    “Really? Just think, we were almost neighbors.” he said with another smile.

    “Sounds like it. I may have to move before long myself. With her gone the rent is a little higher than I like, but I hate to give it up.” I said.

    “Well, maybe you will meet someone new, or get a room mate to make up for it.” he said.

    By now, we were both on our second drink, and I knew if I drank any more I would be in no condition to drive. “Man, I'm going to have to slow down on the drinks or I'll never make it home.” Then a thought hit me. “You know, we could go to my place and drink a while, if you want.” I could tell from the look on his face that he thought more of it than I meant, but I just let it slide.

    “Yeah, we could. I'd invite you to my place, but I live with my mom, and it's just a small 2 bedroom place.” he said. “And I don't normally drink around her.”

    “Just judging by the description, I think you could use a night away from her.” I said with a laugh. “You are welcome to stay in my spare room, if you want. That way you can get as drunk as you want and not have to deal with her.” Why I actually cared, I couldn't say, but I remember similar things from my past. Besides, I was a little lonely and it would be nice to have someone to talk to for a while. Someone who wasn't my friends and wouldn't tell me, 'Man you need to just get over it. Let's go to the bar, I'll be your wing man.' like they had already said. I know I didn't know him at all, but I had a feeling he was a good guy.

    “You know what dude? That sounds like a hell of a good idea. I could stand to tie one on without hearing from her about it. Thank you for the invite.” he said.

    “No problem dude. It'll be nice to have someone around the house again, for a change.” I said. I finished my drink. “You ready to head out?” 

    He turned up his drink and finished it. “Sure. Let's go.” He said. “I'll follow you.”

    Made sense to me. I got in my car and watched to see where he was parked, and waited till he had pulled out and he slowed to let me out in front of him. I drove home just hoping the booze wouldn't hit me too hard before I got home. There is a liquor store on the way to my place so I pulled in with Jack right behind me. I climbed out and walked to his car. As he rolled down the window, I said, “I got to thinking about it on the way, and didn't know if you wanted more screw drivers, or something else to drink. But all I have at home is more rum.”

    “Oh man, rum is fine. But since we are here.” he said as he slowly opened the door.

    We both headed into the store. I got a bottle of vodka and he got a bottle of tequila. I gave him a look. “Man, I can't drink that stuff. It really fucks me up.”

    “Me too.” He said with a smile.

    I noticed the guy behind the counter giving us both an odd look, but let it go and handed over the money for the booze. We headed back out to our cars, and finished the drive to my place. I climbed out and locked up my car, out of habit. Jack followed me to the door as I unlocked it and I stepped back to let him in. “Excuse the mess. I'm not a great house keeper.” I said.

    He looked around and noticed a little dust. “Man, this looks great to me.” Jack said. I told him 'Thank you', then lead him to the kitchen and took my rum and some ice out of the freezer and sat them beside the fridge then pointed to the 2nd cabinet over for glasses.

    “Tall or short for you?” He asked.

    “Short one for me.” I said as I opened the fridge to grab cokes and OJ. I noticed he grabbed a short one also. I mixed my drink a bit stiff, then stepped back to watch how me mixed his. His was mostly vodka and a splash of OJ, and I was like wow. “Like 'em stiff, do ya?”

    He gave me a bit of a dirty look, gave a quick glanced down at my crotch, then said, “The stiffer the better.” I had a laugh at that knowing that wasn't going to happen.

    I left everything sitting out on the counter, except the ice, and motioned him to the hall way to show him the spare bedroom. “I probably should change those sheets, they might be a little dusty.” I said as I headed to the linen closet, which was right next to the bathroom. I pointed into the bathroom and told him, 'Potty is here' then grabbed sheets and headed back to the spare room.

    “It's cool dude. A little dust never hurt anyone.” he said as he walked in and took the sheets from me and dropped them in the chair. “I'll change them when I get out of it tomorrow.”

    “If you are sure.”, I said patting the bed to see how much dust floated up.

    He flopped down on the bed without spilling a drop of his now half empty drink. “Oh man! This is comfy!”

    I'm not sure when he had unbuttoned his shirt, but I couldn't help checking out his entire body. Very nice body I thought to myself. I was surprised to find my cock growing, so I quickly turned and headed back to the living room. “Make yourself at home.” I shot over my shoulder.

    I sat on the couch and as I looked up, I noticed he had removed his shirt and his pants before heading to the living room to join me. Not the first guy I had seen in his underwear, or less, so it really didn't bother me. “Maybe I over stepped your 'make myself at home' comment. I'll go put my pants back on.”

    I thought about it a second, “No dude. You're fine. Not going to bother me one bit.” I said as I headed to the kitchen to fix another drink. He followed me and I noticed the tequila wasn't on the counter and wondered where it went. He stepped up next to me and then I felt something brush my ass as he stepped over to open the freezer. He reached in the freezer and pulled out the missing bottle, and waved it my direction. “Maybe after this one.” I said.

    He nodded then popped the top on it and poured some in his glass. “Think I'll swap over now.”, he said. As I turned to go back to the couch, he glanced down at my ass, and said, “Nice ass dude.”

    I grinned, but kept walking. I'm not used to being hit on, so I really didn't think he was hitting on me, and as he came to sit down next to me. I said, “Thanks.” and left it at that. As he crossed in front of me to get to the other end of the couch, I noticed his basket was more full than it had been earlier, but I still hadn't put 2 and 2 together yet. So yes, there is a more than half naked gay guy in my place, and I haven't yet realized he might have an interest in me yet. I'm oblivious, if you haven't figured it out yet.

    I looked his direction and noticed one hand on his drink the other on his crotch, “Want to watch some TV, or music or something?” I asked.

    He mumbled under his breath, 'Or something' then cleared his throat and said, “Either of those or we can just talk, it's up to you dude.”

    “Talking is always good dude. What should we talk about?” I said. I had a feeling he wanted to talk and I wasn't opposed to it.

    “If you are up to it, why did you and the girl split up?” he asked.

    I wasn't sure I wanted to start off with that particular topic, but decided it was ok. “I honestly have no idea. She was late getting here for a few days then walked in that last night and told me she had met someone new and had been seeing them the past few weeks. I was honestly flabbergasted about it. We had a good sex life, or so I thought, and I thought we were in love. I heard from a mutual friend yesterday that she was seeing some other girl now. Maybe she is a lesbian and I never knew it.”

    “Wow dude. I'm sorry to hear that.” he said with a look of almost pity on his face. “My X and I had been together about 2 years, but we fought more than any thing else. So in a way it was a relief when he decided to end it. Sadly, it was his place, so I had to move back to mom's place to stay a while. So, now at my age I'm single again.” He said the last like it was a deadly sin or something.

    “Well, sorry you two broke up and you had to go live with your mom. But even at your age, there is nothing wrong with being single. The world is your oyster, as my mom was always fond of saying.” I replied.

    “Yeah, for you maybe, but in my world, 30 is like 50. Makes it hard to meet new people who are looking for more than a fast fuck.” Jack said.

    “Well, you could always lie about your age if it's just a number they want. I mean, look at you! You got a nice face, a hell of a body and not that I'm any real judge but I'd dare say a large cock, if I can judge by the way your underwear fit. Plus, a nice ass. Maybe even better than my X's and she had a very nice ass.” I said as I felt my face turn red as fire.

    He eyed me up and down. “No need to be turning red, dude, there is nothing wrong with looking over another guys body. Hell, I would be looking you over a lot more if you were to get more comfortable.”

    Now it suddenly dawned on me that he was at least a little interested. “That might be a bit much, since I'm often nude around here. Not that it would be a bad thing for you, but I'm not sure I would be comfortable naked around another guy. I mean the gym is one thing, but here, I just don't know.”

    “What ever you feel is right dude, but I won't complain a bit.” he said with a grin. “Besides, I'm not planning to rape you or anything, I just don't mind seeing naked guys, or even almost naked ones.” I finished my drink and headed to get a refill. He was right behind me. “And I am good judge, and you DO have a very nice ass yourself.”

    I scoffed at what he had said. “Well, I think you are blind, myself. My ass is only decent, much like the rest of me.”

    He turned toward me and laid his hands on my shoulder to look me in the eyes, “I won't believe it's only decent until I see it for myself.” Then he dropped his hands to the buttons on my shirt and looked back into my eyes asking if he could unbutton my shirt. My eyes dropped down landing on his erectness, and I nodded my head slightly, letting him know it was ok. He slowly fumbled with the first couple of buttons then became more confident with slowly unbuttoning my shirt. 

    I stopped him as he slowly started to slip my shirt off. “Dude, I hope you aren't expecting to find perfection or something. I am far from perfect.” I said then pulled off my shirt letting my gaze drop to the floor again.

    “Well, you know. Perfect is in the eye of the beholder. Abs like mine take way too much work to maintain, and while you have a start to them, I think your chest is perfectly defined. And I love those tiny little nipples you have.” he said with a bit of a growl in his voice.

    I picked up my drink and turned it up then refilled my glass again. “I appreciate that.” I said. My face still pointed at the ground in embarrassment. I couldn't manage to lift it back up to look in his face. 

    He placed a hand under my chin and lifted my face up. “To me, what I see so far is perfect, and I'm sure the rest is too. I'm so sure, in fact, that I am already hard just thinking about jerking off to the memory of you.”

    My mouth fell open. “Really dude? You're going to jerk off to just seeing my chest?” At this point my adventurous nature came out to play, and I reached for the button on my pants. “Maybe I should show you the rest so you have a real reason the jerk off.”

    “If you do that I might not be able to wait till I go to bed to jerk off.” he smiled.

    As I unsnapped my pants and reached for the zipper, just to tease him, I managed my best smile and said, “Just one thing. You have to give me your HONEST appraisal of what you see, if I do this.” He nodded and swallowed. “And I mean HONEST. No BS.” 

    He reached up and crossed his heart, then reached out to take the flaps of my jeans in his hands. I kept my hands in place, not sure I wanted him to take control. I finally let my hands fall to my side and let him lower my jeans. I didn't notice that my underwear went with them. I stood there looking up at the ceiling, just waiting for the bad comments to start. “Well, I have to say. The only thing I see wrong is your bush needs to be trimmed. I love all the hair on your chest and especially that happy trail going down to that huge cock. Speaking of that cock, make me a promise, if it gets hard, I get to suck it for you.”

    He didn't touch my cock, but I felt him kneel down in front of me. I could feel his warm breath across my big balls, and looked down to see what he was up to, and noticed he was looking up at me waiting for me to step out of my jeans. I stumbled as I went to raise my foot to step out of my jeans, no longer caring if my underwear where missing. This brought my cock in firm contact with his face. I reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder to steady myself. I gave a slight shove to his head to get him away from my now growing cock. “I can't promise you any such thing.” I finally said. Once the first foot was free, I lifted my other foot and stepped the rest of the way out of my jeans and underwear. It suddenly dawned on me that he was as erect as I was and I was naked, and half hard in front of a gay guy who had offered to suck my dick.

    “How long since you had a good blow job?” he asked, still on his knees with his warm breath once again brushing my junk. He tilted his head back up to look in my eyes as he raised a hand up to almost touch my cock. 

    I looked away from him, thinking about his question and his offer. When I looked back at him, I took his hand in mine and lifted him up to a standing position. “Several months, and maybe even years. Only months since my last decent blowjob though.” I finally said. I handed him his drink, then picked up my own and downed it too. I took his hand again, and started walking. When I stopped, we were standing at my bedroom door. I froze wondering if I was really ok with letting him suck me off.

    “I've been told I give a great blowjob.” he said softly. “I'm pretty sure I can even swallow that big thing for you, if you want it.”

    It had been ages since anyone had swallowed me to the root. I soon realized that I did want this to happen. I wanted to feed him my big dick and let him swallow me to the root. The thought of getting a great blowjob had me leaking precum, and I suddenly felt a finger glide across the head of my cock. I glanced down and watched his hand as he lifted it to his lips to lick my precum off his fingers with a huge smile and a small groan. I had about decided to turn around and take him back to the couch and explain, or try to explain that I'm not gay. I have nothing against gay people, but I'm just not into sex with another guy. Until. Until I saw the look on his face when he got a taste of my precum. My mind was made up. I stepped into the bedroom and pulled him along with me. I stopped about a foot from my bed in shock at what I was about to do. “Damn! It's been a long time since I had someone swallow my cock, or even try. But I just don't know if I can actually do this or not.”

    The look on his face hadn't changed form that big smile. “It's ok dude. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard for this. It's just been a while since I saw someone with what I call a perfect body and cock. Never mind all that. That's just me being a greedy queen. Look, I know you're straight, I know this isn't your thing, and I know your defenses are low from all the alcohol, so let's just go back to the living room and talk. I won't try anything else on you like this, and I'm sorry I tried to push you into this.” The smile was gone and all I could see was honesty in his eyes.

©2025 Beau

Cuming soon! NSFW - Trevor - 1 {Gay} Hand written!

 Hey guys!

I hope you all enjoyed Cove Encounters! 

My next story is a little different. It is a hand written short story. I had a great time writing it and I hope you guys enjoy all 5 parts of it.

It took me a few weeks longer than I had anticipated to get this one done, but I'm very happy with it. The only problem is, lol, I can see that becoming a full book, so it was difficult to keep it as a short story, if you consider over 20,000 words short. lol

Comments welcome, and if you want more, leave comments saying so!

I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I did.

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NSFW - Cove Encounter - 2 {straight}

Jess groaned low in the back of his throat against Diane's lips as her nails raked downwards from chest muscles flexing tautly under thin cotton fabric until they caught sharply on belt loops straining at their limit over lean hips now flush against her own.

The bulge there throbbed insistently against her stomach and sent liquid heat rushing south to pool molten between trembling thighs clenching needfully around empty air. Diane whimpered into the kiss, a sound of pure want that only seemed to inflame Jess's hunger for more.

Large hands slid downwards over the curve of her ass squeezing appreciatively before gripping bruisingly, hard enough to leave finger-shaped marks behind later, as he ground himself against her rhythmically like some primal dance. Diane could feel every thick ridge and contour imprinting itself upon sensitive nerves screaming for friction through flimsy cotton barriers separating them still even as Jess's fingers curled into her backside with enough force to leave blooming bruises come morning. Diane gasped sharply against his mouth, hips bucking forward instinctively seeking more of that delicious pressure grinding so maddeningly just shy of where she needed him most.

Jess seemed determined to unravel the last tattered threads of her restraint one searing touch at a time until he'd peeled back every protective layer and laid bare all those secret yearnings Diane had never dared voice aloud. And heaven help her, but some darkly thrilling part deep inside craved surrendering herself utterly to this man's skillful seduction despite the glaring red warning lights flashing frantically in a corner of her mind.

Abruptly breaking their kiss with an obscene wet sound, Jess latched his mouth onto Diane's neck instead. Teeth and tongue worked feverishly over that sensitive patch just above her collarbone where pulse leapt wildly beneath taut skin as he marked her for all the world to see come dawn's light revealing she'd been well and thoroughly claimed by a stranger in the night.

"Bed," Jess growled against Diane's throat, voice gravel rough with barely restrained hunger. "Now." It wasn't so much a request as a demand delivered on an exhale that left goosebumps erupting across her flesh like spilled ink blooming darkly into parchment pale skin.

Diane knew she should protest the sheer arrogance of him assuming she'd just roll over and spread herself open for his taking without another word. But oh, how desperately every molten inch of her ached to do precisely that!

"I...I have a room at The Seabird Inn," she managed breathlessly instead after swallowing convulsively around the lump suddenly lodged in her throat. "Just down the beach."

Jess's answering grin flashed white and wicked under moonlight as he took one step back only so far as absolutely necessary to allow them both some pretense of breathing space before gripping Diane's hand firmly in his own larger one.

"Lead the way then, sweetheart." His voice dripped honey laced with sinful promise. "And I do hope you've got a king sized bed waiting for us there..."

The short walk back along that moonlit stretch of shore passed almost surrealistically hazy to Diane's lust-addled brain as if she wandered in some erotic fever dream rather than reality proper. Jess kept her hand clasped tightly within his own, occasionally pausing just long enough to press her up against the weathered wooden siding encasing The Seabird Inn and plunder her mouth again with a hunger that stole any lingering shreds of coherent thought.

By the time they finally reached Diane's room on the ground floor, tucked behind towering ferns shielding it from prying eyes, she could scarcely recall how to work the key card in fumbling fingers trembling violently now. Jess took pity and plucked said plastic rectangle smoothly out of her grasp before swiping them both inside with a soft electronic beep that sounded almost obscenely loud compared to their harsh pants mingling together.

No sooner had he kicked door shut firmly behind them than Diane found herself pinned none too gently against the wall, legs hoisted up high around Jess's trim waist as if they weighed nothing at all. She could feel every scorching inch of his arousal now grinding insistently into her aching core through two flimsy layers and it took every ounce of willpower left not to simply tear away those final barriers separating them.

"Fuck, I want you," Jess rasped against the shell of Diane's ear before nipping sharply at earlobe as if for punctuation. "Wanna bury myself so deep in this sweet cunt..." One hand slid down between their straining bodies only to cup her mound possessively through soaked cotton panties. "...until all you can do is scream my fuckin' name while I ruin it for any other man."

Diane keened loudly, head falling back against the wall with a dull thump that scarcely registered past the red haze of lust clouding out every rational thought beyond Yes yes pleasepleasepleasefuckme! She'd never been taken quite like this before - so roughly handled and filthy mouthed - but God help her it only inflamed those wicked cravings burning through her veins.

"I'm on birth control," she gasped out between panting breaths, hazy green eyes locking onto Jess's darkly heated gaze with newfound determination. "And I want you too...want your cock so fuckin' bad..." A shudder wracked Diane as she deliberately clenched down around that teasing hand still cupped over her clothed sex like a brand searing into tender flesh. "...so stop teasing and just take me already!"

Jess's answering growl rumbled deep in his chest before he seized the neckline of Diane's flimsy top with both hands, wrenching it apart violently to send buttons flying everywhere as ripe breasts bounced free mere inches from that sinful mouth now watering openly. The ruined garment was swiftly discarded onto floorboards beside them soon joined by Jess's own shirt, carelessly shrugged off and flung god knows where.

"Such a greedy little thing," he purred darkly, calloused hands coming up to roughly palm the heavy globes as thumbs circled around pebbled nipples until they strained almost painfully against his touch. "Can't wait for my cock splitting you open on it...fucking gagging for it like some two-bit whore."

Diane cried out sharply at that degrading slur even as liquid heat flooded her core, cunt clenching greedily around emptiness now positively dripping down trembling thighs. She knew she should be ashamed of the desperate need his filthy words evoked in her but oh how deliciously thrilling it felt to just let go and embrace this wanton creature he'd unleashed so effortlessly from within!

"Then fucking give it to me," Diane challenged breathlessly back, jade eyes flashing defiantly up at him as she arched into his kneading fingers like a cat in heat. "Shut your goddamn mouth for once and show me what that big cock can really do..."

Jess's answering grin flashed all teeth and wicked intent before he crashed their mouths together again brutally, plundering her depths with a tongue demanding utter surrender as both hands hooked into the waistband of Diane's panties. The flimsy scrap gave way like tissue paper beneath his strength until cool air kissed fevered skin just long enough for him to tear those ruined remnants away and cast them aside carelessly.

Then he was there, thick cockhead notching against slick folds already swollen with need as Jess gripped himself in a tight fist, rubbing that broad tip up and down Diane's dripping slit to coat it liberally in her own arousal. He paused briefly at the entrance of her clenching hole before surging forward brutally, spearing into hot velvet depths until he was balls deep inside her with one powerful thrust.

"Oh fuck!" Diane wailed loudly as she was stretched wide around his thick girth, back arching off the wall at this sudden intrusion. The brief moment of pain quickly gave way to intense pleasure radiating out from where they were now so intimately joined and she could only hang onto his broad shoulders for dear life while her inner muscles fluttered wildly in acceptance.

Jess set a relentless pace straightaway - pounding into Diane with deep, driving thrusts that struck against the very center of her being. Each forceful snap of hips jostled them both until sweat-slick skin slapped lewdly and breathy grunts mingled together obscenely in the charged air between their writhing bodies.

He angled his hips slightly to hit a spot inside she'd never known existed, reducing Diane to incoherent cries as her nails raked down Jess's muscular back. "Yes yes YES!" She chanted deliriously while clinging tighter still lest this intense sensation overwhelm and shatter the very core of who she was.

Jess drank in every desperate sound like a man starved before latching onto one bouncing nipple greedily, suckling hard as he bit down just shy of pain. One hand snaked between their sweat-slicked thighs to find Diane's throbbing clit swollen and aching for his touch - rubbing quick circles over the sensitive bundle until she keened sharply.

"Gonna come on my cock like a good girl?" Jess panted harshly against ripe curves as he doubled down his efforts, hips slamming into hers with punishing force now. "Fuckin' drench it and scream..."

Pressure coiled tighter in Diane's core at his filthy command until she teetered precariously right on the razor-sharp edge of rapture itself - suspended there by sheer willpower alone as he relentlessly drove her towards oblivion one thrust after another. Then that clever finger pressed just right against her clit and sent her flying apart completely.

Diane came with a guttural scream ripped straight from raw throat, vision whiting out behind fluttering eyelids while every nerve ending sang in blinding ecstasy. Her cunt rippled viciously around Jess's plundering length as it pulsed wave after wave of liquid release onto his pistoning cock and she could only hold on for dear life through the devastating intensity shaking her very foundations to their core.

Jess followed moments later with a hoarse shout, slamming home one last time before stilling deep inside Diane's spasming heat. Thick ropes of cum painted her insides as he emptied himself in long spurts against her womb, cock throbbing rhythmically while balls drew up tight beneath him - marking this wanton creature he had so thoroughly claimed.

They collapsed together onto the waiting bed soon after when Jess finally slipped free with a obscenely wet sound, both boneless and spent. Diane curled into his side as he wrapped strong arms around her protectively before pulling them flush against each other to bask in the afterglow of such a primal coupling under sweat-dampened sheets now tangled haphazardly at their feet.

No words passed between sated lovers content simply to share breath mingling together while fingers traced idle patterns over fevered skin. Outside, distant waves crashed ceaselessly against the rocky shore as if nature herself sang the ancient song of rutting lust fulfilled - a dark promise whispered only for those lost within its thrall. Yet here in this shadowed room they remained cocooned away from all else beyond each other until dawns light finally crept shy fingers across rumpled bedding to mark passing time.

By morning, Jess had already slipped silently out as if their heated coupling were naught more than some fevered dream conjured up by Diane's overactive imagination. Only the lingering scent of sex clinging stubbornly to sweat-sheened sheets hinted at his presence ever having been real at all - a bittersweet reminder she would carry away from this strange island town tucked secretly between thighs now forever marked as his own... Diane awoke slowly to find herself alone in the disheveled bed, sheets still warm and damp with the ghostly imprint of their shared passion. She stretched languidly like a sated cat before noticing Jess's absence, an odd mix of disappointment and relief washing over her.

Part of Diane wanted him there beside her - his strong arms wrapped possessively around her waist as he murmured low into hair still tousled from lovemaking. But the rational part knew this was for the best; a clean getaway before awkward mornings-after complicated matters further between two strangers unlikely to meet again after today.

She rose on unsteady legs, muscles protesting pleasurably at movements so soon post-coitus and made her way towards the shower in hopes of washing away lingering traces of their carnal encounter. Yet even as Diane stood beneath pounding hot water cascading over curves Jess had mapped with hands and mouth mere hours prior - his essence still coated slick folds intimately.

After toweling off, she dressed methodically back into rumpled clothes now stiff with dried sweat and salt spray before gathering scattered beach items left behind in the haze of lust the night before. Diane took one last look around room that had borne silent witness to their passionate coupling but yielded no further clues about Jess's whereabouts.

With a sigh, she descended creaking stairs out onto the quiet street already baking under unrelenting island sun overhead. The same salty breeze from yesterday teased strands loose once more as Diane walked aimlessly through winding alleyways now eerily empty compared to the festive atmosphere of the evening prior.

Rounding the corner by the waterfront tavern where their chance encounter first sparked into flame, a glint in the distance caught her eye - sunlight reflecting off something metallic tossed haphazardly atop weathered wooden railing. Diane approached cautiously until recognizing the small silver locket dangling from a chain there left behind likely belonging to the bartender's daughter Jess had mentioned.

Without hesitation she scooped it up, turning the piece over in thoughtful fingers as sudden realization struck home: this was no mere trinket but a tangible connection still linking them despite physical distance now stretching apart. An excuse perhaps - if Diane dared take a leap into the unknown and track down her enigmatic lover from last night's heated passion?

Heart pounding with newfound determination mixed liberally through lingering arousal, she set off purposefully back towards the island's lone police station where Jess said he worked to inquire after him under pretense of returning a misplaced item. Fate had brought them together once before in explosive fashion; what other secrets did destiny hold waiting just around next corner? Only one way found out...

©2025 Beau

When the AI takes a SHARP left, and stomps the gas....

Hey guys. Just thought maybe you would get a kick out of this, as both Narek and I did.

I was playing with an online "back story generator", and soon found it's little flaw. lol.

To keep this short, I only post an excerpt of the response but you can ask for more, if you desire. I won't give the website of this particular generator, so don't ask. This is the last "paragraph" after I told it recreate it. Starts off ok, right? Keep reading!

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In this spirited environment full of diverse personalities—not limited solely to romantic endeavors reflecting essential metamorphosis invited outpour revelation profound inquiries stimulating intrigue tied emotionally recognition following roads forged formerly hidden ambitions merged journey evolving quests explored unflinchingly uncorked heart throbs liberate whispered promises reconsolidated brighten seekers underrated emerges buoyantly coloring thrived colliding uplifting minds come back Circus? Yes! Join hands revamped extravagant explorers awakening enchanted dialogues reckon divinely adopting deliberate dances entranced flow claiming jubilation raise noise day after dream lift passions gracing continued adulthood albeit distinctly unravel thrilling game masculine storytelling imbued online horizons eerie candid bits scattered illustrations lending femininity curling artistry shining authentically glory blazing upon foundation solid dependence promising serenity explorable perceptions fueled robust reciprocative longings usher transformative generations coalesce–never let silence diminish resonance breathe loudly create legacies ensure destiny discovering love inspired mediums splendid streaming glowing reflections encompassing fantastical calls adoring charismatic embody retrieval equally concerned reclaim eagerness sinful including sugar-induced warm glows encouraging ultimate choice grant allows empowered shifts luxuriously traverse depart molding voices return envelop formidable new universals maturity awaits each manifestation realized vividly free witnessing breath counted blessing chance glorious previously categorized simply boudoirs street parades unrevealed achieving fullness surrender swoon entrap humanity circumnavigational allure burgeons applaud celebrate…

I underlined some of the hilarious (to me) parts. What I wonder is where the hell it came up with "Betty Davis" in it's rambling? 

Want to know what the prompt was that I used? Here it is: 

tall, light brown hair, gay but not out, very handsome, muscular but not bulky, very well endowed, hint of a southern accent, intelligent, independent, self sufficient, curious, love's to write highly explicit adult stories, loves disco and rock music

Maybe the cpu's were all snorting the same thing. lol. Narek thinks it was on acid. lol And no, this isn't my personal AI that I use to write stories.

Have a good laugh, if you think it' funny, or a good cry if you think it's just sad that an AI would go THAT far off the rails. Either way. Hope you enjoyed.

Thanks for reading.

Beau

NSFW - Cove Encounter - 1 {straight}

 The sun hung low and heavy in the sky, painting the small island town of Mariposa Cove in hues of amber and crimson as Jess strolled along the weathered planks of the boardwalk. The salty sea breeze carried whispers of secrets and forgotten dreams, mingling with the distant cries of seagulls circling lazily overhead.

Jess was a newcomer to this isolated haven, having arrived only days ago in search of solace from his troubled past. At twenty-two, he possessed an air of rugged Handsomeness - tanned skin stretched taut over lean muscles earned through years of physical labor under the scorching sun elsewhere; dark hair perpetually tousled by unseen winds hinting at a wild streak; eyes that held shadows suggesting untold stories etched behind their deep blue depths.

Lost in contemplation, Jess didn't immediately notice her when he first entered The Rusty Anchor. It was Mariposa's sole bar and grill, nestled between ramshackle buildings like the town's best kept secret. Dim lighting flickered over faded photographs adorning nicotine-stained walls - snapshots of happier times captured in silver gelatin prints now cracked with age.

Behind the worn mahogany counter stood Diane. Barely twenty-two summers old herself, yet radiating a quiet confidence that belied her youth, she moved with practiced ease pouring drafts and mixing cocktails for the smattering of patrons nursing their evening drinks at this early hour before twilight faded completely into night's embrace.

Jess slid onto an unoccupied stool directly across from where Diane worked. She glanced up briefly as he settled himself but said nothing, continuing to wipe down glasses with a well-worn rag in measured motions while her emerald eyes remained fixed on some distant point beyond him visible only through the grimy window behind his head.

"I'll have what they're having," Jess finally spoke after an extended silence between them broken solely by the muted clinking of ice cubes against glass and hushed murmurs from other patrons. Diane met his gaze then, jade eyes flickering over his face assessingly before she turned to pour a generous serving without asking twice whether he meant beer or liquor.

"Rough day?" Her voice carried an amused lilt as much as genuine curiosity when she slid the glass towards him on the polished wood surface separating them. Jess flashed her a crooked smile, taking a long pull from his drink before replying,

"You could say that." He set it down with deliberate care. "Just trying to figure out where I fit in around here."

Diane leaned forward slightly resting elbows atop the bar top as she studied him openly now, full lips curling into something akin to intrigue mixed liberally with wariness.

"Mariposa has a way of...sorting things out for you." Her words held an unspoken weight, a hint of secrets buried beneath sun-bleached sand and forgotten in tidal pools. "Stick around long enough, it'll tell you what you need to know about yourself too."

With that cryptic observation left hanging between them like smoke curling from the end of a spent cigarette butt flicked carelessly into the gutter outside The Rusty Anchor's faded red door, Diane straightened up and turned away purposefully. Leaving Jess alone with his drink and racing thoughts as shadows lengthened across the boardwalk just beyond those grimy windows as night descended on Mariposa Cove like a velvet cloak, The Rusty Anchor began to fill up. Fishermen in worn overalls swapped sea tales while nursing their whiskies, locals bellied up to the bar for Diane's signature concoctions. Yet amidst the growing din and clamor of glasses, her emerald eyes kept drifting back to Jess.

There was something about him - a raw edge beneath that rugged exterior, shadows lurking in those ice blue depths hinting at unspoken stories. It intrigued her, drew her in like the tide pulled towards Mariposa's shores each evening.

Hours slipped by marked only by clinking glasses and muted laughter until the bar emptied out save for Jess nursing his final drink of the night under Diane's watchful gaze from behind the counter now cluttered with empty tumblers. The air felt charged, heavy with unspoken tension stretching taut between them.

"You know," she began softly as she wiped down the mahogany surface before her with deliberate slowness to avoid breaking eye contact just yet. "Mariposa doesn't often take kindly to outsiders." 

A flicker of amusement danced at the corners of Jess's mouth even while weariness etched itself more deeply around those striking blue eyes. "Oh yeah? And what makes you think I'm an exception?" His voice, low and gravelly from hours of conversation under the bar lights' dim glow.

Diane felt a shiver run through her, something primal awakening beneath that casual question weighted with unspoken promise. Setting down her rag, she rounded the counter until mere inches separated their bodies now, jade eyes smoldering up at Jess as slender fingers traced playfully along his forearm.

"Because," she murmured silkily, "I have a feeling about you." Her gaze dropped pointedly to his lips before flickering back upward again. "Mariposa sees what it likes...and I think maybe..." 

She paused for effect, heart pounding wildly in her chest at the blatant boldness of this move while every fiber screamed caution - but Mariposa had always brought out a reckless streak she couldn't quite control around certain men like Jess. "Maybe you and me could make our own luck tonight." Jess's eyes darkened with a hunger that sent Diane's pulse racing as he leaned in closer until their breath mingled in the scant space between them. His voice dropped to nearly a whisper, roughened by desire. "And what exactly did you have in mind for us and this...luck?" 

Diane wet her lips slowly before answering, holding his gaze with brazen intensity she knew he couldn't misinterpret now that they stood teetering on the precipice of something raw and electric. Her hand slid from his arm to splay across his chest over the fabric of his shirt.

"I was thinking..." She had to pause for composure as her own breath hitched slightly at this bold flirtation spiraling out beyond anything she'd ever dared before with a patron, even one who set her nerves alight like Jess did. "My place is just upstairs...no one would bother us there."

Jess's hand came up slowly to tuck an errant lock of hair behind Diane's ear in a gesture almost tender despite the charged atmosphere crackling between their bodies now pressed so intimately close together at last under cover of The Rusty Anchor's faded red door and grimy windows reflecting back only darkness as Mariposa Cove slipped into its nightly slumber.

"I'd like that," he murmured, lips nearly brushing her ear with those low words dripping sensual promise. "Lead the way." 

Diane led him through a narrow doorway behind the bar to climb creaky wooden stairs illuminated by flickering bare bulbs. Each step seemed amplified in their shared silence broken only occasionally by Jess's heavy footsteps echoing Diane's own lighter tread as anticipation coiled hot and tight low in her belly.

She unlocked an unassuming door at the top of the landing revealing a small but cozy apartment, all worn furniture upholstered in faded floral prints and lace doilies. It spoke of someone's grandmotherly touch rather than any youthful occupant - except perhaps for Diane herself sprawled on that overstuffed sofa reading racy novels she hoped her dear departed abuela would forgive.

Jess seemed to fill the space as he stepped inside, broad shoulders nearly brushing each side wall while his gaze swept appraisingly across every detail. When those striking blue eyes finally landed back upon her face again, Diane felt a flush spread beneath her sun-kissed skin at their blatant appreciation of what they saw there.

"Nice place," Jess commented mildly as he shrugged off his jacket to drape it carelessly over the room's single armchair before turning towards her fully now. The air between them shifted imperceptibly with that casual motion, tension winding tighter still until Diane swore she could feel every breathless beat of her own racing heart.

"Thank you." She forced herself to respond calmly even as a tremor ran through her at his approach like the first warning shiver before thunder rumbled in an approaching storm. "I've grown quite fond of it."

Jess stopped mere inches away, close enough for Diane to catch that scent again - salt and something darkly masculine beneath which made her want to bury herself against him and breathe deeply until she drowned utterly on its intoxicating essence.

His large hands came up slowly as if he meant merely to rest them lightly upon the delicate bones of her shoulders. But then those long fingers curled deliberately around, kneading into taut muscle there while calloused thumbs rubbed firm circles over each collarbone peeking out from beneath a thin white top suddenly feeling far too flimsy against his deliberate touch.

"You're tense," Jess murmured lowly as if commenting on the weather rather than noting aloud an effect of his own proximity. His head dipped slightly to bring their mouths nearly level now, lips hovering just shy of brushing hers in blatant invitation yet still holding back that final point of no return they both teetered precariously upon.

Diane swallowed hard around a sudden tightness in her throat and nodded jerkily once before replying with breathless honesty. "You make me...nervous." Her tongue flicked out to wet lips gone suddenly dry as Jess watched the small movement like a predator stalking its prey through moonlit forest shadows.

"In a good way," she clarified quickly, jade eyes flickering up from his mouth to meet that heated gaze head on now even if her voice wavered slightly with barely concealed desire.

Jess's chuckle reverberated lowly against the scant distance still separating them until Diane felt it resonating deep within her own chest. "I'll take that as a compliment," he drawled, fingers sliding slowly upwards to skim along the slender column of her neck now flushed and warm beneath his touch.

"Though I think maybe..." Those wandering hands drifted outwards across cap sleeves stretched taut over toned shoulders before curling around fully behind Diane's back like steel bands suddenly pulling her flush against him without warning or gentleness. "We both know damned well it ain't just nerves between us right now."

Diane gasped sharply at the sudden contact, a sound swallowed up entirely by Jess's mouth claiming hers in an abrupt kiss that stole whatever breath remained trapped helplessly within her lungs crushed flat beneath his unyielding chest.

She melted against him instinctively even as rational thought screamed a warning deep inside her mind - this was moving too fast! They were strangers still despite the undeniable pull drawing them together like opposite ends of a magnet. And yet...

And yet, Diane found herself kissing Jess back fiercely after only that one stunned moment's hesitation. Her own hands fisted eagerly in his shirtfront dragging him impossibly closer even as she arched wantonly into every dominating sweep and slide of his clever tongue delving deep to lay claim over her mouth.

He tasted darkly masculine just like he smelled, all forbidden sin and dangerous promise threatening to drown her utterly if Diane let herself sink beneath those tempting waves. But oh how desperately she ached to do exactly that!

©2025 Beau

The next story "NSFW - Cove Encounter - 1 {straight}" cuming up soon

 Hey guys!

Let's start with wishes for a Happy Father's Day to the dads out there!

My next story isn't hand written, as I had expected in my previous note due to some hopefully temporary writing issues. Mainly the fact that I have a very difficult time writing short stories. So far that story is at 133 pages and has a word count of a mere 73,000+ words (book level is 75,000 - 100,000 words), where as this next AI story has a page count of like 8 and a word count of 4,200+ ish.

Anyhow, this time I opted to put the AI to yet another task. One I have not tried until now, and that is a straight story. As you may have determined, straight sex is not my personal preference so I can't judge for sure if this is one of my better works, but I think it is a pretty good one. Read it and leave your comments, but no flames if you hate it or think it isn't well written. A simple "Nope" or something similar will suffice. I look forward to reading your comments!

Thanks guys!

Enjoy

NSFW - Sunrise Encounter - 2 {gay}

Jeff blinked hard, his brow furrowing as questions began to swirl unbidden into his sleep-addled mind. Why would Duane have such intimate ink on a finger that wasn't typically visible? Unless...unless it held special significance for him perhaps with someone in his past life?

As if sensing Jeff's scrutiny even through the slumbered haze, Duane stirred then too and opened eyes to half mast blinking up at the other male curiously. "Mornin'..." came out a husky rasp as he stretched languidly beneath the sheets before pulling Jeff into an embrace once more.

"Didn't peg you for one who'd be studyin' me while I slept," Duane drawled teasing, voice still rough with remnants of sleep and something else. "Got somethin' particular on your mind sugar?"

Jeff flushed at being caught staring so blatantly but gestured towards the telling tattoo peeking out from beneath the sheets, tangled around their waists. "'Papa? What's that stand for?" His tone tried to remain casual even as curiosity burned in those hazel eyes.

Duane glanced down quickly and then back up, expression unreadable for a long moment before he sighed deeply running one calloused hand through tousled blond locks. He sat them both upright propped against the headboard reaching for his pack of cigarettes on the nightstand only to pause remembering they'd been smoked out in passion last eve.

"I reckon that's my past," Duane finally said around a heavy exhale, lighting up and taking a deep drag before continuing "There was this fella...back home. Name of Pap." He glanced at Jeff sidelong through wispy smoke curling from his mouth. 

"Had us quite the arrangement till he passed last year..." A shadow crossed Duane's handsome features then - grief, regret maybe? "'S why I left there to begin with after."

Jeff nodded slowly absorbing this revelation even as questions piled up in mind. What kind of "arrangement"? Who exactly was Pap and what role had he played in shaping the man now beside him?

But something about Duane's tone warned against prying too deep into wounds still healing, evident by tightness around his eyes, jaw clenched around the cigarette butt between his teeth.

Instead Jeff just leaned over to brush lips softly across that inked ring finger as if sealing a silent promise not to push further for now. "I'm sorry 'bout your loss," he murmured against warm skin before trailing his mouth up the inner arm until capturing Duane's in a slow, sensual kiss tasting faintly of cigarettes and something uniquely him.

Duane shivered visibly at the intimate contact and Jeff felt his own body responding to the proximity despite their intense coupling mere hours prior. He knew they needed more time...to talk openly about expectations, fears, hopes and dreams but for now this tender exploration would suffice building trust between them brick by careful brick...

Jeff settled back into bed pulling Duane down with him as he rolled onto his side facing the slightly younger man, one hand resting possessively over his hip bone. "Wanna shower together?" Jeff offered after a charged pause thickened by unspoken words hanging heavy in air.

Duane's eyes flashed at that suggestion and lips quirked upwards wickedly revealing dimples either missed before amidst scruffy stubble or simply too distracted to notice last night, lost as they'd been in passion's thrall. 

"I thought you'd never ask," he drawled, rolling over top of Jeff pinning him down with hips nestling perfectly at the juncture between thighs.

Jeff gasped sharply feeling that thick cock already half-hard and insistent against his sensitive folds from their earlier coupling as Duane leaned in close to nip sharply along his jawline before murmuring lowly "Let's see if we can't make some more memories 'fore I gotta head out..."

With those loaded words, he captured Jeff's mouth again plundering deep with a tongue tasting faintly of smoke and morning breath that somehow only heightened arousal. Large hands began to wander, mapping out the landscape they'd explored so thoroughly just hours before as Duane set about stoking embers into raging inferno once more... 

They stumbled to the bathroom in a tangle of limbs and heated kisses, hands groping greedily at every inch of exposed skin. The shower was already steaming by the time they climbed inside, hissing as the scalding water hit their sensitive flesh.

Jeff watched through hooded eyes as rivulets ran down Duane's sculpted chest and abs, tracing the lines he'd eagerly explored with fingers and tongue just hours ago. He reached out to run a hand along that tempting trail of hair leading from navel to groin before wrapping around an impressive erection already at full mast.

Duane groaned, head falling back against tiles as Jeff began stroking him slowly and teasingly, enjoying the power he had over this strong man reduced to putty in his hands. "Fuck...your hand feels so good," Duane panted reaching down himself to grasp Jeff's wrist guiding his rhythm faster and harder along his thick shaft.

But Jeff wasn't about to let him take control that easily not when they were both still tender and aching from their earlier marathon of passion, he had plans for them this morning too. He released Duane with a wicked grin moving instead to grab the soap lathering it between his palms until slick suds coated every inch.

Duane eyed Jeff warily as those slippery hands began roaming over broad shoulders, down muscular back and arms tracing each ridge of lean muscle appreciatively. "Whatcha up to now sugar?" he asked, his voice roughened with arousal even as hazel eyes glittered mischievously beneath wet lashes.

"Just want you nice 'n clean," Jeff purred lowly leaning in for a filthy kiss full of tongue and teeth before dropping suddenly to knees on shower floor. Duane's breath hitched loudly above him watching wide-eyed through steamy air as soapy hands slid up thick thighs pushing them further apart until he stood bared completely.

Jeff licked his lips at the sight, taking just a moment to admire how beautifully put together this man was before leaning in to mouth along inner thigh leaving open-mouthed kisses and love bites behind. He nuzzled into the coarse curls above that magnificent cock giving it an experimental lick from root to tip earning him another guttural groan.

"Mmm you taste even better than I imagined," Jeff murmured against flushed skin before taking just the swollen head past his lips suckling gently as he looked up at Duane through damp lashes. The effect was devastating, hazel eyes smoldering with desire and something deeper and more profound that made Duane's heart clench unexpectedly.

He tangled a hand into Jeff's wet hair encouraging him to take more even as warning bells began ringing distantly in mind this felt too intimate somehow, crossing lines they hadn't meant to blur but it was so hard to care when that warm mouth engulfed him so perfectly like he belonged there always...

Jeff could feel Duane trembling above, hips rocking subtly into the slick heat of his mouth and knew how close he must be after their exertions from before. So instead of taking pity, he doubled his efforts sucking harder, rolling his tongue around thick length as he pushed forward swallowing inch by hard inch until his nose brushed wiry curls.

"Oh fuck...Jeff..." Duane choked out eyes squeezing shut at the intense sensation even as fingers tightened their grip on damp locks guiding Jeff into a steady rhythm bobbing up and down his aching cock. Drool leaked from the corners of stretched lips, tears pricking behind eyelids but it was worth every second seeing this strong man undone above him lost to pleasure only he could give...

He knew Duane wouldn't last long not in his current state, so when Jeff felt that thick length throb and pulse against his tongue signaling impending release, he doubled his efforts again, sucking hard and fast wanting nothing more than for Duane to paint the back of his throat with hot cum.

"Jeff...I'm gonna...fuck..." Duane panted harshly above him, his warning falling on deaf ears as hips jerked erratically fucking into the welcoming mouth and desperately chasing climax. And then with a hoarse shout he was coming undone, cock pulsing and twitching as it spilled thick ropes of cum straight down Jeff's eager throat.

Jeff swallowed every last drop until Duane collapsed back against cool tiles, his chest heaving and gasping for air, hazel eyes glazed over in bliss. He knew they weren't done though not by a long shot, this was just the beginning of what promised to be an incredible day spent exploring each other inside and out...

Slowly rising on shaky legs Jeff reached up to cup Duane's face, tilting it down into a deep sensual kiss sharing his own unique flavor mingling with the lingering taste of cigarette smoke. When they finally broke apart both were panting softly, flushed cheeks tinged pink.

"Mmm you're pretty damn good at that," Duane praised gruffly swiping thumb across Jeff's swollen bottom lip before leaning in to nip sharply teasingly. "But I think it's my turn now..."

He spun them around so fast heads spinning, pinning Jeff against the slick tiles as he dropped down onto his knees without preamble spreading toned thighs wide apart exposing most intimate places still puffy and shiny with their mixed release from hours ago.

Jeff whimpered needily at the intense vulnerability of this position, bared completely to Duane's heated gaze, his body on full display for all its strengths and weaknesses. He felt exposed yet strangely safe in a way he hadn't experienced before like maybe...maybe here was where he truly belonged...

Duane took just a moment appreciating Jeff laid out so beautifully debauched before him, a work of art created by his own hands and mouth. The sight made something fierce swell up inside his chest cavity almost painful in its intensity.

Leaning forward slowly giving him time to pull away if he wanted (though from the desperate arching into contact it was clear that wouldn't be happening anytime soon) Duane pressed lips softly against Jeff's most sensitive flesh tasting traces of their lovemaking mingling with his own unique musk. 

Jeff cried out sharply fingers scrabbling for purchase on slick tile above as hot mouth encircled him completely without preamble or warning just like he had craved sinking down until nose brushed coarse curls at the apex of trembling thighs.

Duane hummed against tender skin sending delicious vibrations zinging up Jeff's spine curling his toes tightly in response. He set a steady rhythm then alternating between long slow licks and hard fast suckles to the swollen bud, occasionally dipping his tongue just slightly inside fluttering rim teasingly before pulling back out leaving him achingly empty.

It was maddeningly pleasurable torture pushing Jeff rapidly towards the edge again even as his over-sensitized body protested at this new onslaught. But Duane seemed determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from Jeff's trembling form as he relentlessly pleasured his lover with lips and tongue, coaxing out desperate whimpers and moans that echoed off the tiled walls surrounding them in their steamy cocoon.

Duane could feel Jeff's thighs quaking against his cheeks, knew he was close again already. He wanted to push him over that precipice once more, wanted to taste his release a second time on his tongue as it pulsed out of him hot and thick.

Releasing one thigh from the bruising grip of strong hands, Duane brought a hand up between Jeff's legs instead. His calloused fingers found what they sought - slick folds swollen with arousal but still clenching tight around nothing.

"Duane!" Jeff keened high in his throat at this new touch on top of everything else and Duane felt a surge of masculine pride seeing him come undone so beautifully, putting on an erotic show just for him.

Not breaking the rhythm of licks and suckles over sensitive flesh above, Duane slowly pressed one long finger into Jeff's fluttering hole alongside his busy tongue. He set up a steady thrust and retreat matching the bobbing motions as he took Jeff deep again and again.

Jeff was babbling incoherently now lost to everything but sensation and pleasure radiating out from where they were joined most intimately. His climax crashed over him with the force of a tidal wave, back arching almost painfully off the slick tile surface as his body clenched down rhythmically around invading finger.

Duane worked Jeff through it patiently until he collapsed boneless against the cool ceramic behind in the aftermath. Pulling off gently Duane rose to gather his lover into strong arms cradling him close under warm spray washing away evidence of their passionate encounter.

They lingered there awhile simply holding each other as water cascaded around them, trading languid kisses and soft caresses. No words were needed right then - everything that mattered had been said without speaking, in the language of touch.

Finally they reluctantly disentangled and finished rinsing off before shutting off the taps to step out onto fluffy towels warming on heated rack beside the shower stall.

Jeff reached for Duane as soon as he straightened up, tugging him down into another deep kiss pouring all his gratitude and affection into it. When they separated again both were breathing harder eyes dark with renewed desire.

"I think we'd better continue this somewhere more comfortable," Jeff murmured suggestively running teasing fingers through damp chest hair lower to brush over the growing bulge beneath the towel wrapped snugly around trim waistline.

Duane shuddered at his touch, mustache twitching as he flashed a wicked grin. "I like how you're thinkin'," he drawled in that slow Southern cadence Jeff found so damn sexy before capturing his mouth again and sweeping him up into strong arms to carry him out of the steamy bathroom towards the waiting bedroom beyond.

They tumbled onto the plush bed together in a tangle of damp limbs and fluffy towels, hands roaming greedily as they kissed with fervor. The last vestiges of clothing were impatiently shed until finally there was nothing left between them but bare skin.

Duane paused then hovering above Jeff's sprawled form taking him all in - flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips parted around panting breaths, hazel eyes glazed over and darkened by desire for him alone. The sheer openness of it stole his breath.

He felt a strange tightness in his chest that had nothing to do with exertion or arousal this time as he looked down at Jeff sprawled so trusting beneath him. A vulnerability shone through all the confidence and bravado, one Duane suspected not many got to see.

"Duane?" Jeff questioned softly reaching up to cup his jaw, questioningly sensing a shift in the mood between them.

Swallowing hard past a sudden tightness that had lodged itself there, Duane simply lowered down covering Jeff's mouth with his own in slow deep kiss. He tried to pour everything he couldn't quite articulate into it - gratitude for this chance, wonder at the connection blossoming between two lost souls reaching out to each other...

When they finally separated again both were left blinking back a sudden sheen of tears threatening to spill over onto flushed cheeks. No words passed between them but somehow Jeff seemed to understand all the same as he pulled Duane down into another embrace fitting their bodies together like puzzle pieces made for one another.

They lay tangled up in each other's arms then, basking in the afterglow, hands tracing idle patterns on sweat-slicked skin until breathing slowed and steadied. For a long moment there was only the sound of water dripping somewhere off in the distance of the bathroom they'd left behind mingling with their own steady heartbeats gradually slowing to match rhythm.

But even as drowsiness crept up threatening to pull him under into peaceful oblivion Duane knew he wouldn't sleep yet, not until Jeff did too. He had a feeling this was only the beginning of many more nights spent like this tangled in sheets together exploring boundaries and pushing limits.

And God help him but Duane couldn't wait to see where their newfound connection would lead them next on the journey towards something deeper than just fleeting physical release - though that certainly wasn't lacking between them either. No, there was an undeniable spark here promising so much more if they dared reach out and grasp it.

He smiled softly into damp curls resting atop Jeff's head as sleep finally claimed him too in a warm cocoon of safety and acceptance he'd never known before now with this man who challenged everything Duane thought he knew about himself. The future was uncertain but one thing remained crystal clear:

Whatever came next, they would face it together, hand-in-hand, hearts open to possibility no matter where the road might lead them winding through complexities love always promised in its wake...

©2025 Beau