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“Hot?” I cut in and he smirks.
Looking to his left then his right, taking in the sight of guys all the fuck over each other, he peers back at me and nods.
I laugh. And then I kiss him.
And we dance.
It’s a bit less of dancing than it is almost trying to fuck with our clothes on, though not so graphic. It’s sensual, exotic. It’s meaningful and it feels magnificent.
We end up drinking our penis drinks and ordering two more, both of us giggling at our purple tongues by the time they’re gone. I really just love that we don’t have to be anyone else here. Even if we didn’t already feel inclined to be ourselves in day-to-day life, it’s nice knowing we could come here and justbe. We can be two men who dance and kiss and give each other the googly eyes without having to worry about getting looks. Without having to be on edge, wondering if it’ll be a day when someone makes a comment.
I can’t pretend it doesn’t happen. Not often, which is amazing, and yet still sad that it happens at all. But here and now, we rule the world.
It makes me feel powerful, and happy.
It makes me fucking horny.
So when Ben slurs, “You ready to go, baby?” With his face tucked into the crook of my neck, I decide I need more of him right the hell now. I can’t wait until we get back to the hotel.
I nod slowly and he straightens up, paying our bar tab and taking my hand. He walks us to the exit of the club, bidding our silent farewells to the party that’s still raging even though it’s after two in the morning. When we get outside, into the slightly cooled air of the late June evening, we start walking, past the rest of the crowd, who are making the sidewalk their own party spot.
We’re only a ten-minute walk from the hotel, but as soon as I spot a dimly lit alleyway, I push Ben around its corner.
“Ryan, what are you—”
I stop his words with my lips, running my hands over the curves of his pectoral muscles through his shirt, feeling him up while I devour his delicious mouth and rub our crotches together. He seems startled, but only for a moment before he’s giving in to me, grabbing my ass in two large handfuls.
“I’m so fucking lucky,” I purr into his mouth. “I have the hottest wife, and the fuckinghottesthusband.”
“I think I’m the lucky one,” he rasps, our hardened dicks grinding together through our pants. The feeling is sublime.
“Call it a tie?” I breathe in between fierce kisses.
We’re not far from the street, and it would be very easy for anyone walking by to watch what we’re doing, but for the second time today, we don’t seem to care who sees us. It’s like part of the Pride experience… Fucking around for potential voyeurs. I’m totally fine with it.
“Benjamin,” my voice comes out ragged as my fingers go for the zipper on his shorts. It slides down while we pant together, eyes locked.
“Mmm…” his eyelids droop when I pull his cock out, stroking it in my fist.
Then I drop to my knees on the pavement and his eyes pop back open.
“Fuck my mouth,” I plead with my gaze shimmering up at him, in between drooling over the sight of him, huge and hard right in front of my face.
He blinks. “What if someone sees?” His weak argument is met with a shrug of my shoulders while I lick warm lines up and down his shaft, savoring hisBenflavor, like clean flesh and hot man. “We could get arrested for this you know…” His fingers rake through my hair, gripping until I grunt.
“As long as you come down my throat, I don’t really fucking care where we end the night.”
I slide him deep into my mouth and he groans, my eyes popping up to his. He covers his mouth with his hand, and I think it’sbeyondsexy, that he can’t be quiet with me.
I keep watching him, and him me while I suck, stuffing his girth between my lips, sheathing my teeth as best I can, tongue sliding. My head bobs and he pushes me, crown passing my gag reflex which I desperately try to ignore.
“Fuck, Ryan…” his head lolls back against the brick wall. “You suck me so good, baby.” He grazes his fingers along my jaw. “You like having my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
I try to nod, already dizzy with lust, saliva collecting to fall from my lips. I swallow it, swallowing on Ben’s dick, to which he releases a jagged sound.
“You’ve always wanted my cock in your mouth, huh?” He keeps running his dirty words, and it’s driving me nuts. I have to rub myself over my pants because I need some relief. “Even when you weren’t supposed to… you dreamt about sucking the cum out of me and swallowing every last drop. Didn’t you?”
I groan around his dick, the truth in his words prompting me to suck and suck some more, until my jaw is numb and my brain is hazy. I reach for his balls with my free hand, caressing them the way I know he goes crazy for, and sure enough, he starts trembling above me. His hand is gripping the back of my neck, holding me in place while he flicks his hips, fucking my throat harder and deeper. It borders on rough, but Iloveit so damn much, frantically unzipping my shorts to tug my dick out so I can jerk off while I suck my husband dry.
