By
Annabel Bastione
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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Table of Contents
Tossing Caesar's Salad Excerpt
Bonus Story: The Captain and His Doctor
By
Annabel Bastione
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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Jerry entered the room filled with loud noises and gyrating bodies. He let a faint smile play across his lips as he casually mixed with the crowd. How long had it been since he went to a club? Jerry strained to remember, but decided to let it remain a mystery. Ever since he got together with Gary four months ago he was hooked on him. Gary was like a drug he could not get enough of, his kiss was intoxicating, his ass even more so. But like all casual relationships it came to an end too soon, with too many regrets. Jerry brushed the lingering memories of Gary aside, he was here tonight to get over him, to remind himself how of many other hot guys there were left in the sea of dancing bodies he was wading through. He strengthened his resolve, tonight he would not return home without feeling a hot manly ass push against his bulge.
"Whiskey on the rocks!" he called loudly, hoping the bartender heard him. Luckily he did, for Jerry saw the bartender dump some ice and Jack Daniel's into a glass, pushing it over to him.
The music is really too loud, he thought as he stared intensely at his glass, watching the steady beat of techno music cause the whiskey's surface to ripple continuously.
He downed the glass in a shot, like a man's man, slamming it on the counter. Paying his bill, he turned around and faced the sea of sweaty bodies again, many of them very bad dancers. Jerry glanced them, being a gay club he saw many guys pairing up with other guys and girls doing the same. There was hardly a man wandering the lonesome road of life on his own.
Jerry sighed. How did this go again? He mused. It had simply been too long since he stepped into a club like this. Many of his contacts had moved on, forgotten him. Well there were not to blame either for he himself had disappeared with Gary. It was difficult to start over, alone in a room full of strangers.
"Hey handsome, alone tonight?"
A deep baritone voice called out on his right. Jerry turned and faced the most magnificent man he had ever seen. He was tall, towering over Jerry, with muscular arms almost bursting forth from his tight shirt and his chiseled face carried the most striking eyes, the kind of eyes that showed that he was a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.
In the midst of all the noise and flurry of the club, this handsome stranger made fierce eye contact with Jerry, and he felt the whole world just melt away from the two of them. Jerry felt a stirring in his loins, he was on fire.
"I would be, until I met you," Jerry replied. He noticed a smile betraying the stranger's lips on hearing him.
The stranger leant into Jerry's personal space, shocking Jerry. This is too fast, he fervently thought as he unconsciously pulled back… right into the stranger's strong arms. Normally Jerry would be repulsed by such aggressive action, but something was different about this guy. He was so confident, so sure of himself. Jerry realized even if the stranger pulled him in for a kiss, he was uncertain if he could resist. Jerry felt the stranger leaning towards his ear, his breath felt so warm and his cologne smelled fresh with citrus undertones. Intoxicating.
"I'm Scott," the stranger whispered into Jerry's ear while he ran his hands all over Jerry's back, sending shocks through his body.
"Scott…" Jerry said, his voice trailing off while his mind marveled at what a beautiful name it was, especially fitting, for a beautiful man like you. Coming to his senses, Jerry replied, "I'm Jerry, Scott," repeating the name over and over again in his head.
"Let's dance," Scott's low voice washed over Jerry, filling him with an excitement he never felt before. This man was forceful in his desires, but Jerry found himself unable to resist anyway. Scott led the way, one hand holding on to Jerry as they made their way out onto the dance floor.
The booming beat surged through the both of them rhythmically as they got into the music and began to shake their bodies. On most occasions Jerry would be thought of as a great dancer. But here, no one seemed to care how well he danced, even Jerry himself did not bother to put in the effort, preferring to watch Scott's beautiful figure moving and shaking in front of him.
"Hey! You're actually a great dancer!" Scott said.
Jerry felt a rush as his cheeks blushed a bright red, thankfully no one could see in all the darkness. He was flattered, that someone as desirable as Scott would give him attention and shower him with compliments. Jerry was motivated to dance better; he started imitating the moves he had seen on famous routines. He turned around and shook his ass at Scott, making sure he saw and hoping he liked what he had seen.
"Dayum, that's one fine ass." Scott remarked. Without warning Scott grabbed Jerry by his hips and pushed his fine ass towards his raging bulge.
Jerry's eyes widened as he felt Scott harden against his ass. All of his senses told Jerry that Scott was huge, and he wanted more. Whatever reason left within Jerry left him as soon as he felt a wave of pleasure surging through his body. He had not climaxed even once since his break up with Gary and now, this handsome stranger that stirred his loins could afford him the sweet, sweet release he craved for so much.
Scott watched as Jerry turned around and reached down towards him, stroking his raging boner through the denim fabric. Damn it felt good, and if he played his cards right, he would could probably feel even better later.
"Excuse me my friend," Scott teased, "but are you flirting with me?"
Jerry smirked, "Well there's only one way we can find out."
The normally aggressive Scott was taken by surprise when a supposedly passive Jerry jumped in for a kiss. At last, Jerry thought, he could finally find out how Scott tasted.
Scott felt a wave of ecstasy as Jerry devoured his mouth, their tongues twisting and turning together, dancing as violently as the people around them. It was wet and sloppy, but strangely very arousing.
Their time on the dance floor was soon coming to an end, they both could feel it. Further dirty deeds were long overdue.
They left the dance floor, with Jerry taking the lead this time. Walking towards the bathroom, he saw people turn their heads, looking at the towering, handsome figure that was Scott with envious eyes. Jerry felt special. Every gay male in the room would have given an arm and a leg to get with Scott, and out of all these candidates, many of them more muscular and manlier than him, Scott had chosen Jerry. Jerry intended to make sure Scott did not regret his choice.
There was no 'your place or mine' talk; they both felt the heat rise from within them. Sex was inevitable, and it could not wait.
With one hand, the bathroom door slammed wide open. There stood Jerry in the doorway, more confident than he had ever felt in his life. Several guys in at the bathroom sinks turned their heads to find the source of the noise. Seeing the fire in Jerry's eyes, they understood, finishing their business and leaving as quickly as they could.
The two bathroom cubicles were all occupied. One rocked and shook, with sounds resembling two hot blooded males in heat emanating from it, the other seemed quiet in comparison. But a faint sound of conversation could be heard.
Scott took control this time, he kicked open the quieter cubicle, coming face to face with a balding man dressed in business casual, his smart phone in one hand, wearing an expression of surprise mixed in fear of the towering figure standing in front of him.
"Get out." Scott tersely said.
The man need no further instruction, he got up, pulled up his pants and took off.
"This is our special place." Scott continued, turning to Jerry, melting his heart. Scott can be so romantic, Jerry thought as he pushed Scott onto the toilet bowl, locking the cubicle door behind him. Finally, they could have some peace and quiet to themselves, with the exception of what seemed to be like two people fucking in a frenzy in the stall next door to help the mood.
Jerry jumped onto Scott's wide, solid lap, his arms locking the broad body in front of him in a tight embrace. Their lips met once again, the fire within them burning brighter than ever. Jerry's tongue wrestled furiously with Scott's. He sucked on his lower lip, before sticking his tongue in again. It was another wet, sloppy kiss, but sweeter than the last. Scott tasted of whiskey and dry gin, Jerry favorite spirits, motivating him to consume even more of Scott.
His chest feels so warm, so solid, Jerry thought as he ran his hands all over Scott. It excited him, sex with a random stranger in the toilet. Adventure and excitement beckoned. Yet the being before him somehow made him feel safe in his embrace. Jerry noticed Scott getting harder and harder beneath him, as did he. A hand slid down, unbuttoning Scott's jeans and undoing its zipper.
Taking Scott's long member out, Jerry was pleasantly surprised. He knew it was huge, but he did not expect it to be that big. It would be difficult to get this into his ass later, but when it did, the pleasure would be, oh so sweet. Naughty fantasies clouded Jerry's mind as Scott watched him kneel down and take the rod to his mouth.
Feeling himself in Jerry's mouth, Scott throbbed harder than ever. He had received many blowjobs before, but this one could quick possibly triumph every one of those he had. Jerry knew exactly what to do, licking when Scott's breathing got heavier, and sucking to calm him, teasing him. What a pro, Scott thought. The power to bring him to orgasm rested entirely on Jerry.
Not only was his rod taken care of, but Jerry also expertly used his hands to massage Scott's balls at the same time. Knowing what spots to press and caress, every second of Jerry's touch brought Scott even closer to orgasm.
Scott could barely concentrate on giving instructions. "Enough teasing, make me cum already." He managed to muster.
Jerry smiled, he had the power over his partner and he relished in it. Alright then, it felt like Scott could have the most explosive orgasm ever and Jerry wanted to take all of his seed in his mouth.
He moved his mouth forward for a deep throat. That warm, soft meaty feeling engulfing the entire length of his dick overwhelmed Scott. He tapped Jerry on the shoulder.
"I'm gonna come, move." Scott said in between breaths.
Jerry did not budge.
"I'm gonna come, MOVE!" Scott repeated, louder this time.
Scott's erect member was still engulfed in Jerry's hot mouth. Scott was frantic, did Jerry not hear him? In desperation, he tried one last time.
"JERRY! I'M GON- AHHH!" It was too late. Jerry felt Scott's body spasm as he went past the point of no return. Scott writhed on the spot, his throbbing member twitched rhythmically, spilling his hot, sticky seed straight down Jerry's throat.
Jerry swallowed what he could, but there was more cum squirted out than what his throat could take. Scott saw his cum leaking out the side of his mouth, dripping off down chin. It looked so hot Scott knew this was not the end of the night, but merely the beginning. When he finally stopped twitching, Jerry finally took the cock out of his mouth, licking his lips, making sure not to waste a single drop of Scott's precious liquid, never taking his eyes off Scott's beautiful face.
Scott did not expect Jerry to swallow, but now he wondered if he could see Jerry again after tonight. Jerry stood up, unzipping his pants to reveal a similarly long, erect member. It was glistening in pre-cum from all the earlier excitement.
"Now it's my turn." Jerry said matter-of-factly.
Scott needed no telling twice. It was only fair he repay the wondrous service he received. Besides, coming like that somehow made him wonder how it felt like to blow Jerry too.
Sitting down on the bowl, Scott leant forward. He lightly gripped Jerry's erect rod. A slight gasp escaped from Jerry, Scott gently stroked it, running his hands over the length of it, letting him get used to the feeling. He then opened his mouth wide, and buried the entire length of Jerry's cock into it at once, sucking it.
"HOLY SHIT!" Jerry cried before he could stop himself. It was a pleasant surprise, and an extremely pleasurable feeling. He felt his dick cry out in joy as it tingled inside Scott's hot mouth. Slowly, Scott started to move his mouth up and down along Jerry's shaft, soaking the member in his saliva. Jerry tasted wonderful, a slight musky scent reminding him that even a guy like Jerry could taste manly with his pants down.
"Ahh ahh." Scott beamed as he heard Jerry moan softly from his efforts. He was not as good at Jerry in his technique, but more than made up for it with his forcefulness. A hand reached for Jerry's balls, caressing them and pinching them suddenly for more stimulation. Jerry realized surprisingly that he enjoyed it a lot, and began to wonder if he was actually a masochist.
Another hand reached around, first running itself over Jerry's ass before giving a butt cheek a tight squeeze, spanking, pinching and pulling its soft flesh. This sensation sent Jerry to another level of pleasure, possibly planting the seeds of masochism in the garden of his mind.
"Yea…it feels good, doesn't it...?" Scott whispered, egging Jerry on. Still with Jerry's dick in his mouth, Scott's hand returned from Jerry's ass back to gripping the base of Jerry's shaft, jerking it off while he licked the head with his wet tongue. Jerry was on cloud nine, he fantasized how getting fucked by Scott's long thick dick would feel like, sending him even further to the edge of orgasm.
Soon, Jerry felt like he was about to come. His breathing became heavier as his body temperature went up. Scott could tell for he suddenly stopped and stood up. Jerry looked at him in confusion but understood immediately as Scott turned around, pulled down his jeans and bent over, exposing his hot ass.
"I want you to come all over my ass!" Scott ordered, shaking his hips slightly, teasing Jerry. Jerry agreed wholeheartedly as his hand reached for his dick, to jerk himself off.
Jerry groaned as he exploded, sending jet after jet of sticky hot man juice all over Scott's tight, fleshy ass. It splattered everywhere, much of it dripping down Scott's leg, and some slowly flowing down his crack. Scott smiled as he felt the warm liquid on his skin.
Pulling up his jeans and underwear, he let Jerry's seed soak into the fabric, wanting to keep it close to him for as long as possible. Scott turned around only to have his mouth taken by a fully clothed Jerry once again.
They kissed passionately in tight embrace, their arms stroking each other, groping, squeezing all manner of places on their bodies before reluctantly breaking their hug.
Jerry wanted his number bad, but did not know how to say it. One look in his eyes, and Scott understood, he reached in slowly into Jerry's pants pocket, giving Jerry's semi-erect rod a friendly stroke through the pocket fabric and took out the smart phone that lay within. Dialing in his digits, Scott looked back at Jerry who was smiling seductively at him, knowing that he was certain to call again.
Scott handed the phone back to Jerry and whispered, "I'll be waiting, you wanna get another drink?"
Jerry smiled as he replied, "A drink with the sexiest man I've ever met? How could refuse?"
END :)
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By
Annabel Bastione