Page 15 of Torn
“What? What’s wrong? Just put it in me, please!” I pulled him forward by his thighs with my feet. He put a hand on my stomach to stop me.
He then took in a deep breath, teased my hole with the sheathed head of his cock. He pulled back, stroking himself. “I need to tell you something.”
“What? Can’t it wait?”
He shook his head, and sadness flickered across those fine features.
“What?” I asked. “Nothing you can say is going to stop that dick from going deep inside.”
“Are you sure?” He cocked his head. “How about the fact that I’m—”
I interrupted, knowing where this was going. It was the midnineties, and I was a very sexually active gay man. I knew what he was about to say, so I finished for him. “You’re HIV-positive.”
“Is that okay?”
“In the big scheme of things? No, I wish you didn’t have that virus in your system. But it doesn’t change what I want, where I want it, and when I want it, which isnow, dammit. You’ve got a rubber on, for Christ’s sake. The CDC says that’s a pretty good barrier. So, shove it in! And, for the love of God, pleasedon’tbe gentle.”
He grinned at me and shook his head. He needed no further encouragement. He slid the length of himself inside me with one mighty thrust, and there was no pain, only the most intense pleasure that made me cry out in what I recognized as an exhilarated scream.
The fucking was raw and intense, brutal. The headboard knocked against the wall so hard, I expected to see plaster dust in the air. The bed frame shook. The box springs squeaked. Both of us made a lot of noise until we realized—or rather, it was brought to our attention—that the window was wide open and the lights were on.
We’d also failed to draw either the draperies or the blinds.
When we heard the first voice from outside, we moved off the bed. I was on the floor on my hands and knees, with Walt behind me, when I heard a shout from the building across the way. “Keep it down, fellas. Some of us are trying to sleep.”
Walt kept pounding, his balls slapping against my ass.
A second later, there was a wolf whistle and applause floating up from the street below. A different voice shouted, “And some of us are enjoying the show. Bravo, fellas.”
I didn’t care. Walt didn’t care. He thrust faster and faster into me, and swear to God, I could feel the powerful spasms as he unloaded inside me, groaning. He gripped my hips so hard I thought the imprint of his fingers would be there for days. I looked down to see a puddle of come below my belly and my dick attached to it by a long strand of come. Is it good or bad when you’re so in the moment you don’t even realize you’re coming until you see the physical evidence?
Let’s call it good.
It was at that precise moment that Boutros burst into the room, the Egyptian in hot pursuit.
“Jesus Christ,” I heard one of them mumble.
“Playing leapfrog… again?” That time I knew who was speaking—Boutros—always with the quips!
I glanced over my shoulder, and over Walt, still in position behind me. I was heaving, not sure I’d ever be able to breathe again. The facility of my imagination, though, continued to work, and I saw myself and my latest paramour through Boutros’s eyes.
And I couldn’t help it. Despite my shortness of breath, I began to laugh, chuckling at first, and finally guffawing so hard, I collapsed to the carpet below me, rolling around in my own sticky-wet.
Walt became disengaged, naturally, and he joined me in my laughter, his head bouncing on my ass.
From the floor, I peered again at Boutros, staring slack-jawed at us with the Egyptian leering over his shoulder and actually licking his lips.
“Oh!” Boutros cried. “This is too delicious for words.”
“Shall we join them?” the Egyptian asked, eager.
Boutros appeared startled, as though he’d forgotten one of our hosts stood directly behind him. He turned for a moment and then gave him a little push. “Leave me alone, Anwar! I think I hear your husband calling.”
Anwar’s dark eyes widened, and he scurried away.
“Is it all right if I come in, then? I’m not going to get anything on me, am I?” Without waiting for an answer, Boutros slipped inside. He shut the door behind him.
I got up. Stooped to pick up my T-shirt from the floor and used it to wipe away the come on my chest and belly and to clear the lube out from the crack of my ass. I perched on the side of the bed.
