Voyeur

I hurry down the hall, almost running, a door creaks behind me, a cold, nervous sweat breaks out all over my body as I contemplate being caught. The door shuts, and I sigh, finally making it to the room that I have been hurrying to. 6a.

A room that I will soon be inside. A room that the object of my affection, desire, wet dreams, is soon to be returning to. I just hope he doesn't before I do what I want, need, to do in there.

I slip the key card into the slot with a shakey, sweaty hand and hold my breath as it opens, I sneak quickly inside, shut the door quietly and look around. It's dark but the moonlight is shining in through the open blinds, so the light can stay off, that cuts down on the chances of being caught too.

I sigh blissfully, taking in the straightness, the perfectness, of the hotel room I am in. His room is always pefect. Like him. Nothing can ever be out of place. I've always sneaked into his hotel room. It's like a sick, twisted, ritual. I can't NOT go into his room, and smell of his shirts, his pants, his boxers. I know. I need help. But I need him more.

Walking over to the bed, I sit down on the end of it, nearly collapsing in my excitement. I can't believe I'm here. In his room. Too bad he isn't in here fucking me until I scream. Now THAT is what I really want.

But for now, I suppose I'll have to be content to just be in the same room that he falls asleep in, walks around naked in, watches tv in, jacks off in.

That last thought really gets me, and my dick begins to harden. It's ridiculous how hard I grow just thinking about him. Wacking off. Sleeping. Taking a shower. Slipping his tight, sweaty, clinging clothes from his perfectly muscled frame.

A chill runs up and down my body, the sweat making it impossibly colder, but my hard-on still rages. That part's definately not cold, and not being affected by the chill that ran up my spine.

I don't think he'll be back anytime soon. He's with some girl, at some bar, well I know which bar it is, I followed him there earlier.

Yeah. So sue me. I'm obsessed with his God-like body, his chiseled good looks, and his razor sharp mind.

I can't get enough of him. I think about him 24 hours a day, and I masterbate to thoughts of him each night. I can't even fuck anyone else, I learned that lesson early on.

The last time I tried to fuck a girl, I called out his name, and it was so embarassing. She'd lain there, this inexplicably shocked look on her face, for only a moment, before pushing me off of her and leaping out of the bed. She stared down at me, lying there on the bed, the sheet half draped on my still hard cock and finally she'd mustered up the courage to grab her clothes and leave, leaving me with a raging hard-on and embarassment making my face glow fuscia.

I'm pathetic. I know I can't have him. I know he's very much straight. I know I'm bi. But dammit, I want him like I need water.

I sigh again, and kneel on the floor beside his open suitcase, pulling out a clean, crisp shirt that lay perfectly folded inside. Pulling it up to my face, I inhale the fresh scent. The scent of him.

God I need him. My dick needs him too, if the way it's throbbing with my every heart beat in my leather pants says anything about it.

Shit. My pants are too tight, and it's so hot in here. When did the AC go off? Or maybe it's all those steamy thoughts I'm thinking of him, that's making it unbearably hot in here. Whatever it was, I'm so hard, that I know I need some kind of release. And soon.

"He's not gonna be back. I can do something to relieve myself. If I hurry." I whisper to myself. Yes. I've taken up the habit of talking to myself. If anyone ever catches me, I'll be the laughing stock of everyone and be embarassed the shit out of by my friends. By him.

I give the door a sharp, nervous glance, then tug on my pants, nearly ripping them in my arroused state. Flipping them open, finally, I feel my cock spring out and enjoy the cool air of the room.

Ah yeah. That's it. That's what daddy likes.

My hand finds its familiar place, wrapping around my hardened dick like a prize, and slowly begins massaging the moistness of the sides.

Leather does that, you know.

But it's not all the leather.

I just about came all over myself from the amount of times I stared at him, watching him grind his hips into every woman he danced with. I had to leave the club. I was afraid I would do something I would regret. That or something he would regret.

Either way, I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

Shit. Thinking about that's making me even harder.

My hand moves a little faster, building up pressure. Ah yeah. Just a little more...

Oh fuck, someone's at the door. As if I don't know who that someone is.

I quickly throw his shirt back into his suitcase, pull up my pants over my achingly hard cock, and dive into the closet, quickly shutting the louvered doors, hiding me from the man coming in. From he who is now opening the door, turning on the light, and stepping inside.

I expect to see a blonde bimbo with him, or maybe a redhead or even a brunette. I'm partial to brunettes myself, er go my obesession with this raven haired Adonis.

A sigh bubbles from my lips before I can stop it, but thankfully he doesn't hear me, he's otherwise occupied.

I watch him shut the door, his muscular frame rests against it briefly, before pushing off toward the bed.

I notice he moves a little sluggish. His step a little awkward. I'm pretty sure he's a little more than tipsy. His pants incredibly fucking tight over that huge ass bulge that is nestled between his shapely, muscled legs. Shit. My hard-on fucking hurts now. And I reach down and adjust it between my legs, or try to as I sit there on a belt he'd no doubt tossed carelssly inside. Which was odd, he is never one to toss things carelessly anywhere.

I shrug, lift myself up and feel around for the object that's digging cruelly into the flesh of my ass. There it is. Damn, I hope it didn't poke a hole in the back of these pants. These are my favorite pair of leather pants.

I grip the leather strip in between my fingers, and suddenly am pitched forward into a fantasy world, where I see him tied up with the leather belt snuggly around his wrists, lying on the hotel bed, me standing over him, watching his sweaty body breathing sharply in desire, sweat rolling from his muscular frame, for ME.

I am shaken from this fantasy world as I hear the bathroom door close. Shit. I don't know what to do. Should I try to make a break for it? Should I stay here and wait until he comes out so I can make my escape when he finally falls asleep?

My problem's solved, when the bathroom door opens a minute or so later.

"Oh fuck me." My breath chokes me, my tongue dries up inside my head, my mouth drops open. Oh God damn that man. He's naked. He's walking around naked out there.

And he's so fucking hung it's not even funny.

I try to swallow over my swollen and dry tongue, it's difficult, but I do it. It sounds loudly, but he doesn't hear it, he just reaches for the covers of the bed, throws them down to the end, takes the two pillows and situates them so that he can lean back on them.

I wonder what he's doing. He can't be...No...No fucking way.

I watch in fascination, my dick begging to be touched, as he sits down on the bed, pulls his legs up and stretches them out, and leans back on those pillows, his lean body stretched, relaxed, his huge dick laying between his legs.

I see him pick up the remote, and sigh, he's not going to do what I want so desperately to watch him do.

He flips through a few channels and stops on one, after switching the volume up, he places the remote back onto the beside table and watches the tv, almost spellbound.

What's he looking at? I want so desperately to see what he's watching but then I see his dick begin to rise, hitting his stomach with a little slap, finally, as he grows harder and harder.

Now I know what he's watching. And I also hear the moans coming from the tv speakers.

The fucker's watching porn. Aw Jesus fucking Christ.

My own cock gets happier, as I watch him slowly move his hand to his hard dick, and I listen to the moans on the SpectraVision.

Oh God, I'm going to die. Kill me now.

Suddenly I wish I am out there with him, stroking his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum dripping from the head, sucking on him until he calls my name.

Oh sweet God. I can't stand this. I don't know how much more I can take.

Watching him, my breath becoming harder and harder to take in and push out, I begin to sweat, my back tingles, my legs tense, my dick becomes harder than I've ever known. And all I'm doing is watching him masterbate. Imagine what I'd feel like if I were fucking him, or sucking him, or him doing ANYTHING to me.

God.

So hard to breathe. I'm panting. Fucking panting. I swear to God if I get out of here, I'm going to wack off all fucking night, till my dick fucking bleeds or falls off or something. This shit's torture.

His hand moves up and down, slowly, I can see the skin of his cock glisten from the moisture of his palm, from the pre-cum he's rubbed into it with the motions of his hand. His face is a mask of pleasure, his eyes narrowed into slits as he watches the tv screen, his lips opening and getting a luscious tongue ran along them, wetting them.

Oh God. My pulse is faster than if I'm in the middle of running around the fucking hotel. Good God, sweet, sweet torture.

I lick my own lips and continue watching, I shift on the floor, my dick unbearably hard, aching for release. Maybe if I just rub it a little...

I re-open my pants, and let my dick spring from its confines. Now THAT feels better, I sigh to myself, and begin rubbing it slowly, quietly moaning, panting, my eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment.

It's so fucking hard to stay quiet when you're jacking off. I never knew that before, until just now, when I'm sitting here in the bottom of his closet rubbing my too hard dick, trying to stay as quiet as a fucking church mouse. I never knew I was so vocal during sex, or masterbation as the case is now, until just right now. I'm having to bite my lip so hard, I think it's bleeding.

My dick tingles, my palm and fingers clutching and pulling at it desperately trying to find release, as I watch his hand move faster, his breathing accelerates, his toes curl, his legs bend slightly at his perfect knees. God the man's perfect even when he's about to cum.

Suddenly he lets out a loud moan, a roar even, moaning something under his breath, that I don't catch, and white cum spurts out the tip of his dick, onto his fingers, and onto the sheets and his stomach.

My dick spasms and I feel myself cumming as well. All it took was seeing him find his release and here I am cumming all over my leather pants and hand inside of his hotel room closet.

I bite my lip hard, keeping myself from screaming out my pleasure, or screaming out his name, as I try to keep my eyes open to watch him still stroking his cock. Can't miss any of this priceless, once-in-a-lifetime, quality time with himself.

Thank God the tv's up so loud, he'd have heard me by now. What can I say? I'm vocal. I like to voice how I'm feeling when I cum. He seems to like to also. Another thing we have in common.

Too bad he doesn't have the one thing that I want him to have in common with me.

My cock is now flacid, my hand still grasping it, cum still covering it, as he lays there catching his breath, his hand still rubbing his dick.

Damn the man is still cumming, well not as much, but shit. I've never seen so much cum come out of a man before...not that I've watched men wacking off before. Just...damn...I don't cum that much. Not even that time I didn't get sex for a week.

Finally taking my hand off my spent cock, I slowly and quietly zip up my pants. Now all I have to do is wait for him to fall asleep so I can leave. So I can go to my room and rub the hell out of my dick, till I can't even walk. And clean myself up a little, I grimace, looking down at my cum covered hand.

Aw fuck it. I'm just going to rub it off on the carpet. Who'll notice? It's cream colored carpet anyway. What's a little more cream?

I sit there for a few minutes, watching him get off the bed, get a wet cloth, clean up his yummy mess...did I just say yummy? Yes. Yes I did. And I damned well bet my left nut that it's the most yummy thing ever in creation.

He sat back down on the bed, his eyes moving toward me, well toward the closet. I freeze in fear. Can he see me? There's no way, right? The doors are slatted, but only I can see out, no one can see in, can they?

I watch as he stands up, and walks a couple of steps toward the closet, where I am cowering in fear. Shit, please, go away. Don't come over here. GO AWAY!

He turns slightly when someone knocks at the door. I breathe a sigh of relief as he gives the closet door one last look, goes and grabs a white fluffy hotel robe, God I want to be that robe, ties it, then goes to the door after switching the tv off.

I hear the door creak open. "What the hell are you doing here? It's late..." God what a sexy voice he has.

"I'm sorry I just...needed someone to talk to...my roommate seems to be missing. You're the only one I have left to talk to." A timid little voice says.

I groan. That little prick. He's going to get my ass caught.

I hear a heavy sigh come from deep inside his chest as he opens the door wider and gestures for the blond to come in.

"Thanks, Kev." He murmurrs happily, flouncing over to the bed, and flopping down onto it.

Kevin groans, tightens the belt on his robe as he shuts the door with his foot and walks over to him, an expression of exasperation and dread overcoming his beautiful face.

"What is it, Nick, I have better things to do than sit here and talk to you all night." He says, sitting down next to Nick on the side of the bed.

Like masterbate and torture the fuck out of me, I think, never taking my eyes off the opening of his robe, which had spread a little farther when he sat down. I see something peeking.

Nick looks up at him with those trusting and empty, clueless eyes. "I just was wondering...what's wrong with him lately? He's all...distant or something. He won't talk to me, and we were gettin' so close...almost like best friends even." I roll my eyes, Nick is such a puppy, a stupid gullable, well-hung puppy.

Yes, I notice him all the time when he steps out of the shower with a teeny little towel on. I AM bi after all.

Kevin sighs, his broad shoulders rising then dropping under the thick cotton of the robe. "Nick, c'mon, you know how he is. He's just...like that. Don't think it's anything to do with you. He'll come around sooner or later. He's probably just having...women problems. We all have those." He scrunches up his nose and smiles that adorable grin of his.

I gasp. It's as if he knows what to do to torture the hell out of me. I fucking LOVE when he scrunches up his nose like that when he smiles. Shit. Every little thing he does is perfect. And he probably damn well knows it too.

Nick sits there thinking, that's a stretch but that's what he looks like he's doing, his cute little face screwed up in concentration. A look of understanding comes over him and he jumps up from the bed, a smile that nearly blinds me plasters itself on his bright little face, as he looks down at Kevin.

Damn happy little bitch, isn't he?

"Thanks, Kevvy, that's probably what it is. But I wonder where he is?" Puppy...er...I mean Nick says, scratching his blond head with a finger.

I groan and my eyes close. That stupid fuck.

My eyes open and I stare intently at them both as Kevin sits there watching Nick.

"I don't know. He'll probably be back later." No I won't, I'll get myself another damned room so I can be alone and have some "quality time" of my own, and I shift on the floor, feeling my dick reawaken slightly.

Shit. I'm getting hard looking at both of them now. That's great.

But I still want Kevin more than Nick. Although, I wouldn't exactly pass up on Nick if he offered to let me fuck him.

Kevin stands up, that robe's still parted slightly, and oh damn I see his huge cock peeking, he ushers Nick to the door. And Nick being...Nick, goes along with it, not caring or knowing that Kevin's kicking him out.

"Go to bed, Nick." He says, before shoving Nick out into the hallway and slamming the door in his face.

I hear Nick huff from behind the closed door, "Fine. Fuck you too, Kevin." I hear him stomp off toward our room and a door opens and slams.

The little fucker's pissed. I laugh silently picturing his eyes blazing, his face flushed, his body rigid. Okay. So now that's not funny. It's giving me a major woody here.

I shift again, adjust my crotch, and watch Kevin glance back at the door shaking his head slightly. Nick exasperates him more than anyone ever born. It's funny shit. Makes Kevin look insanely hot.

Okay. So EVERYTHING makes Kevin look insanely hot, but you get the idea.

Kevin shakes his head once more and casually sits down on the bed, him facing me. Well, facing the closet door anyway.

I see him slip his fingers into the knot at his waist, my breath quickens and the blood rushes to my dick. Shit, I'm never going to not be hard again around this sexy bitch. His long, supple fingers undo the knot, and slip the robe from his body.

Oh God. It's taking every ounce of energy in my body not to leap out of this closet and fucking rape him. Believe me, it's hard not to give into those carnal hungers. Especially where Kevin's concerned.

I swallow a moan as he situates himself on the bed, all stretched out, muscles rippling and moving beneath the surface of his tan, smooth, soft skin. I have to bite my fist, my cum flavored fist, to keep from groaning out loud, to keep from breathing ragged harsh breaths. It does very little to help, but it helps keep the sound down a bit anyway.

Suddenly Kevin swings around, his gaze intently locked on the door which I am hiding behind, biting my fist, choking, trying not to make a sound.

Kevin's long tongue flickers out against his lips, wetting them, getting me harder, making me bite my fist harder, but I can't tear my eyes away as he stands up, and walks toward the door in which I'm so eloquently behind.

Aw shit. He knows I'm here. Dammit.

I'm terrified. Does he know it's me? Or does he just sense someone here? Shit. Go away Kevin.

No don't go away.

Shit. I don't know what I want.

Well maybe I do.

Kevin's long limbed body finally stops just outside my hiding place, and now I'm eye to eye with his dick. Oh sweet God, I swallow back a whimper as the knob slowly turns and he pulls open one side of the closet. Not the side that I'm on.

My heart's nearly beating out of my chest as Kevin peers in that side, noting nothing out of the ordinary. Then again, he isn't looking at the carpet, where I wiped my cum not 10 minutes ago.

He walks to my side, and slowly opens the door, I sit in shock, glued to the spot I'm in.

The door creaks, and he opens it, and gazes down at me.

Oh dear God. Those brilliant green eyes are trained on me. Is that anger? Is that hate? What the hell is that anyway?

I swallow with difficulty. "Uh...hey, Kev, what's...up?" I chuckle nervously, twirling the end of my white wife beater between my thumb and forefinger. Yeah, you guessed it. With the hand that I'd cum all over. The hand that also now has red bite marks on it.

Kevin's eyes flare, green almost emerald. I can't tell if he's extremely pissed or what, but shit, those eyes are touching my soul. I think he can read my mind too.

This is so uncomfortable. He's not saying a damned word. What's he thinking?

Finally, he lets go of the door knob and walks over to the bed, sits down, and continues staring at me.

I take it upon myself to make my way to my feet, then clear my throat as his steely gaze is still trained on me.

Damn. The man could stare holes in metal.

"Well...what do you have to say for yourself, AJ?" He asks me finally, his eyes running up and down my nervously shifting form.

I swallow, twitching nervously in place. "Uh..." Shit. What do I say? Oh, I'm just obsessed with your ass, and came in here to smell your clothes and be around your things because I can't have you? That I have dreamed of fucking you, being fucked by you and when I saw you jack yourself off earlier, that was one of my dreams come true?

Oh hell no.

"Well...I sorta went to the wrong room. I had some drinks. You know how I am when I'm drunk. I can't find shit, or do shit, or uh...whatever normally. I'll just uh...go now. And leave you to your uh..business." I say, swallowing back a startled whimper as he stands up beside the bed.

My eyes roam his naked body, taking in every inch of him. And he just stares back at me.

"I don't believe you." His velvetty voice replies.

Oh shit. What's there to say now? "What do you...uh...mean?"

"Cut the bull shit, Alexander, I know damned well what you are doing in here, and what you were doing in my closet. Just fess up already and get it over with. You're only dragging out what could be so simple." He says, his face expressionless, his arms folded neatly across his bare chest, as he stands there, his legs apart, watching me closely.

"I wasn't doing anything! I just came to the wrong room, and when I heard someone open the door I panicked. What the hell could I do when you got naked and started wacking off? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. That's what. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room now. I'm...tired." I say, starting to walk toward the door.

There it is. Just a few more feet...

"Oh no you don't." His firm steely voice captures my attention, as his hand clamps down on my shoulder, halting my progress.

Shit.

I think I'm in trouble now.

I take a deep breath before I turn around, you need fresh air when facing death. I turn around, and look into his eyes. They're throwing green flames at me. That's something I've been on the end of a lot of times.

He's pissed. Don't know why I didn't expect something like this.

Oh well. What's he going to do?

His hand still lays on my shoulder, slightly gripping the strap of my beater, his warmth radiating through my skin. Damn is it hot in here, or is it just him?

It's him. Definately him.

I swallow over the lump in my throat, watching him through my heavy-lidded eyes, trying not to piss my pants in fear, or cream my pants because he's so fucking close to me. All I want to do is rub my dick up against his thigh, against his hard dick.

Oh hell. I'm so hard.

"Let me go, Kev. I'm sorry about...uh....that...but well, it's over. It's done. Just lemme go to my room, aight?" A chill makes its icy way up my spine and I shiver slightly in place, as his fingers delicately trace the line of the strap on my shirt.

He should really stop doing that.

Should really REALLY stop doing that.

I take a shakey breath. "Let. Go. Of. Me." I grit from between my clenched teeth. I can't take this much anymore.

His face creases into a...malicious grin. That's the only word I can think of to describe the look on his face. It's like he's planning something.

"No. I. Don't. Think. So. A.J." He murmurrs, his fingertips slipping underneathe my wife beater and caressing my hot skin.

Oh holy fuck.

Fingers. On my skin. It's so hot. Stop. No. Don't ever stop.

I shudder, my eyes glaze over, yes, I can feel them glazing over, and I know he knows what he's doing to me. Damn him. And he's still rubbing my skin with those long, elegant fingers of his. The same fingers that were touching that thick meat between his legs a few minutes ago.

"Don't...uh...make fun of me. Just lemme go, dammit." I try half-heartedly to break free of his grasp, but he's got a hold of me. And I really don't want him to let go of me. Not really.

Kevin's eyes peer down at me, his bushy eyebrows twitching comically, if I weren't scared shitless of this man, I'd be laughing my ass off at the expression on his face. But I AM scared shitless, and too arroused to move.

It's all his fault.

The smirk remains on his face, and I want to slap it off of it. He's so cocky...oh no, just thought about that cock. Right down there. Just inches away from my leather covered errection. Aw fuck.

I whimper, trying to pull away again, but dammit, he's got a grip like a damned vice. Why won't he let me go?

"Why won't you let me go?" I plead with him, my eyes open wide, staring into his fire and ice green ones.

His smirk disappears, his tongue slips out and washes those lips that I cannot for the life of me stop staring at, and he lets go of my wifebeater.

"Leave." He says, turning around, grabbing the robe, putting it on, and sinching the belt around his waist.

My jaw drops in shock, I'm rooted to the spot. "You're letting me go?"

He nods, his back to me. I shrug. What else can I do? He's telling me to leave. So...I leave.

I shut the door quietly, noting how quiet, reserved, and completely shut off Kevin has become. That was weird.

One minute he was latched onto me like a pit bull, the next he was practically booting my ass out the door.

I'm confused. Oh well. What can I do?

I shrug, making my way down the corridor, turn left, and head back to my room. Mine and Nick's room, that is.

Little prick's probably going to ask me a bitch load of questions. But I lie well.

And he believes anything I say anyway. He looks up to me, idolizes me. Or some shit.

I take out the card key to my room, just as I'm about to slide it into the slot, I hear a low moan inside.

Shit. Don't tell me Nick's already found someone and is fucking her right this minute. I need to get my shit together. As in right now.

Sighing, then taking a deep breath, I push the door open, ready to sneak inside and run out again with my shit tucked under my armpit. What I see when I open the door shocks me to say the least, but it also brings back a full-fledged errection that I have been fighting since Kevin grabbed a hold of me back there in his room.

Nick's lying on one of the beds, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed, his body completely naked and covered in sweat, his hand moving up and down over his extremely hard cock.

Holy shit. He is bigger than I thought he was.

My dick tingles in response, and my mouth waters, wanting a taste of that dick he's rubbing between his palm and fingers.

His hips rise off the bed in motion with his hand, and I groan out loud startling him from his jacking off.

He smiles at me, almost as if expecting me. "Hey, AJ. You wanna watch? Or you wanna help me with this?" His innocent little smile after that sexually charged remark, throws me through a loop for a few seconds.

Did he just ask me to help him with that?

"What?" My voice rasps, and I have to clear my throat because my voice squeaks like an overactive 13 year old's in puberty.

Nick sits up on the bed, his large hand idly caressing the sides of his dick. "You heard me. I asked if you wanted to help me with this, or if you wanted to just sit back and watch. Either way, I'm going to get off. I was just givin' you some choices."

The little fucker's good. I don't think I have the balls to ask someone to do that. Or maybe I do. Fuck if I know. I've never come upon a situation like this before.

"Uh..."

"Come on, AJ, come help me. I'm so hard. I bet your mouth feels so good." His eyes close and his hand continues its journey up and down his huge, blushing cock.

Damn and double damn.

"Well...since you asked so nicely..." I say, finally slamming the door behind me and walking toward the bed, watching his eyes open and that cute little innocent grin animate his face again.

"Goody. Then I can help you with your problem."

I groan, thinking about that hot mouth of his on my dick, or even his tight ass around my cock.

"Yeah. You can help me." I whisper, slipping my shoes, socks, wife-beater, and leather pants off, before crawling onto the end of the bed.

I'm almost too excited to even think straight. That's what this nice little puppy has done to me. All rational thought out the window. As if I've had any since watching Kevin wack off.

I watch Nick's hand move up and down his juicy cock, I tremble, wet my lips and stop his hand motion with one of mine.

"You're going to have to stop doing that if I'm going to help you with your little situation there." I smirk, bring his hand up to my mouth, and begin sucking on one of his digets, much in the way I am going to be sucking on his rock hard dick soon.

He moans, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head. Damn. If he reacts this way to me just sucking on his finger, what's he going to do when I work on his dick?

I swirl my tongue around his finger, and graze my teeth against it, causing him to moan out loud and buck his hips upward, nearly touching my own aching cock.

I let his finger slip out of my mouth, and crawl further up his body, my legs stradling his hips. Pulling his face to mine, I thrust my tongue into his mouth and nearly down his throat.

I have to hand it to him. He's got a really nice mouth, nice tongue and he handles me being the agressive, dominant one really well.

I may have to keep this little bitch around for a while. Bet he gives great head.

I moan, tugging at his bottom lip with my teeth, triggering a moan from him. I feel his hands slide up the backs of my thighs and rest on the curves of my ass.

Damn his hands feel good.

I growl into his mouth, as I begin attacking it again, nearly choking him with my tongue and its ferrocity. What can I say? He's bringing out the animal in me.

Add that to the fact that I want Kevin Richardson so bad I can almost taste it.

My insides tremble as one of his hot little hands moves from my ass, and slithers its way to my hard cock. He grasps it firmly in his hand, pumps it, and I have to grind into his hand. Because...damn that feels good. Better than my own hand, any day.

I'm grinding into his palm, moaning into his mouth, and I feel his huge dick digging into my stomach. Maybe I should help him with that?

Yeah. I'm feeling generous.

I unlatch my mouth from his, chuckle when he whimpers, and stop his hand. Damn, I really didn't want to do that.

"Now sit there, be still, and be a good boy." I whisper into his ear, my tongue snaking out and licking the shell of it. This causes him to shudder violently, his breath leaving his body in a squeaky moan.

"K', I'll be real good. You won't have to hurt me or anything." He smiles up at me, his eyes peering from behind some hair that had fallen over his eyes.

Damn, he's so cute. And damn if I'm not thinking about spanking this pretty bitch across my knees right now.

I clear my throat and gaze at him thoughtfully. Yeah. This one's a keeper, I think.

I reach down with my right hand and grasp that huge cock in my palm. Lightly I pump it, enjoying the moan that hisses from between his clenched teeth.

"You like that, Junior?" I ask, my hand continuing to tug at his hot dick.

"Oh yeah. I like it a lot. Keep doing that." He gasps, his hips rising underneathe me, his hands rising to grip my ass again.

Shit. He's got nice hands.

I grin and climb off him, scooting to the end of the bed. I sit there on my knees in between his spread legs and gaze at his huge cock as it twitches against his stomach.

Good God, the boy's hung. And incredibly hard.

I can't wait to taste that.

So...I don't.

I lean down, on my knees, my ass in the air, my hands braced on either side of his hips, and lick the tip of it. His hands reach out to thrust into my hair, as his hips rise up, bucking against me, trying to make me take in more of him.

I stop what I'm doing, much to his displeasure. "Nicky Nick, I don't want you touching me. I'll stop what I'm doing and you won't get what you need. Capiche?" I say, fingering the tip of his head.

Nick swallows. "Y...yeah. You might wanna tie me up then." My eyes bug out. He's offering to let me tie him up. Now I know I'm going to keep him.

I sit back on my heels, my chin cradled in the palm of my hand, my arms close against my chest. "Okay then."

I leap off the end of the bed, and run to my bag where I keep all my goodies. I have to have toys. For those long winter nights...

Yeah right. I just have toys to play with whenever. Screw winter. It's all year 'round baby.

I pull out two sets of fuzzy leopard print handcuffs, and grin to myself. This is going to be fun. Watching him strain against the cuffs, trying to get loose, as I make him scream my name, as I suck him down my throat.

I walk back to the bed, watching him watching me. His eyes are on my hard dick, and its movement as it bobbs with every step I'm taking.

I crawl back up onto the bed in between his legs, and latch one set of cuffs to the headboard. "Gimme your hand, Junior."

He raises his hand, a gleam in his eyes, willingly, and so trusting. And I secure him to the headboard. Same with the other hand.

And now he's under my mercy. He's all mine now.

"There. You're all pretty and tied up now." I pat him on the top of his blond head and move back to my position kneeling between his legs.

Taking the tip of my finger, I caress the head of his dick, licking my lips as it trembles and cries a tear of pre-cum. I give in to my desire to taste that drop. And shit, he tastes so good. I just have to keep licking at it.

He moans loudly, his arms pulling slightly against the cuffs, as I take the head of his cock into my mouth and suck on it, my lips wrapping tightly around it. Licking the underside, I know there's a vein there, I've explored it on my own dick, I press my tongue against the pulse point and continue licking.

I lick up and down the smooth sides, like it's a lollypop. It's my own personal lollypop to enjoy now.

Nick whimpers, his body tensing and writhing underneathe my mouth. I know what he wants, but I like teasing him. It's fun.

I nibble the head for a while, looking up at him, watching the play of emotions that cross his face. He can't take much more of my teasing, but he's not saying a word.

He's got a helluva lot more self control than I have. I'd have been begging by now.

His breathing is labored, as I finally begin to take more of him into my mouth. I feel his slippery cock enter my mouth, and I nearly groan in pleasure. I feel it hit the back of my throat, and stifle my gag reflex, just as it slips down my throat.

I slowly move my head up and down, grazing my teeth up and down his length, letting my tongue swirl around and around it. I deep throat him slowly, and gently, knowing that he wants me to go as fast as possible. But I don't want to do that. There would be no fun in that.

Slow and steady, my lips suck at his dick, taking him all the way down my throat, and I feel the urgency in him as he pushes his hips upward, against my mouth. His pants and moans are getting louder, I look up and see his face straining and covered in sweat.

I moan low in my throat, and he gasps at the vibration. I do it again, and get the same reaction. I decide to put the poor puppy out of his misery.

I begin sucking faster, and humming a melody that's been stuck in my head for days. His body trembles, his pulse races, and I feel his hips shift on the bed, his dick nearly smothering me, as he thrusts deep into my mouth.

I can feel his dick quivering, and finally he cums hot, fast, and deep into my mouth. I swallow all that I can, and feel some dribble down the side of my chin.

My hands caress his balls, as I milk his cock, and finally he's done. He's laying there with this look of utter relaxation and peace and satisfaction on his face, as he watches me lick my lips, tasting his salty cum.

"You like that, my little puppy? Did you like my mouth sucking you dry?" I asked him, grasping his thighs with my hands, crawling up to him, and licking his lips with my cum flavored tongue.

He shudders beneathe me. "Oh God yes." He whimpers, wanting me to kiss him.

So I do.

The flavor of our kiss will forever be engraved in my mind. Salty. Bitter. And sweet. All at the same time. But also filled with urgency.

I'm still hard.

I grind my hips into his and groan at the friction. My dick's so hard, and knowing that he just got off and I didn't is only pissing me off. I break the kiss harshly, my breathing ragged, my body humming from arrousal.

"I'm going to fuck you now." I murmur, kneeling between his legs, grabbing one of the pillows behind Nick's head, I hear his head hit the bed with a thud and an "ow", as I place the pillow underneathe his ass.

What a pretty ass it is. All smooth, white, firm. And that perfect little rosebud's nestled down there, in a tiny little patch of blond hair, as I stare at it.

My cock cries out for release, and I position my dick at his ass hole. I don't need lube, I'm so hard, that I'm leaking pre-cum all over the place. I think I'm lubed enough.

I look into his eyes just as I ease myself into his tightness. And oh God it's so good. So warm. So fucking tight. I could die in this heavenly house.

But I think I'll just fuck him senseless instead.

His eyes squint in slight pain, as mine shut in pleasure. And I sit there, wondering how long I can take being still in such tightness, as I watch him through glazed eyes.

"Fuck me, Bone. Fuck me, now." He says, breaking the silence and licking his sweaty upper lip.

Now I can't help but do what he says, being the nice guy I am.

I pull out of him, and then thrust back in, deep and hard. And oh my God, it's so good. So tight. I do it again, and again. And now I'm fucking him hard and fast. The bed's hitting the wall and the handcuffs are rattling against the bedposts.

"Oh fuck yeah. You're a tight little bitch. You feel so good around my dick." I said I'm vocal during sex, didn't I?

I can't keep quiet, feeling this good wet tightness wrapped around me like a warm glove. I moan, groan, talk dirty to him, growl. I say every curse word in the book and I near my climax, with him moving beneathe me, rocking those hips of his, helping me along.

"Oh God, Nicky, yeah....like that...oh fuck yeah...arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I yell out, my orgasm washing over my body, as my dick spurts its hot seed into his ass.

I few more thrusts, and I'm done. I fall on top of him, my dick still burried in his ass, softening, my sweat mingling with his sweat. God, I can't breathe. That was so good. Felt so good.

I feel myself growing tired, and softer, so I pull myself out of him, get the key to the handcuffs and release him. He rubs his wrists, his eyes drinking me in, then he pulls my weakened body to him, and kisses me like there's no tomorrow.

He's got great lips. But I already said that, didn't I?

The kiss ends, and he cuddles up with me in the small bed. He feels so good pressed against me like this. His dick against my ass, his chest against my back, his arm thrown across my body.

The last thoughts I have as I finally drift off to sleep are...too bad it's Nick and not Kevin I'm lying here with.







I was having the most wonderful dream. Kevin came to me, confessed to being in love with me, professed his undying devotion and we lived happily ever after. But then some dumb ass had to ruin that, move the bed and wake me up.

I was so happy until two seconds ago.

Whoever did that, is going down.

Shifting in the bed, I realize that someone threw a sheet over me during the couple of hours I was asleep, and then I realize something else.

Nick's gone.

Where the fuck is he?

"Puppy? Are you here?" I ask, yawning, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, sitting up and squinting around in the dark, trying to make out a blond figure anywhere in the room.

But I don't see a blond. I see a raven-haired God. And he's sitting on the end of the bed, staring at me, looking into my soul.

Shit. I'm dreaming again, aren't I?

I clear my throat uneasily, smoothing the sheet over my thighs. "Uh...where's Nick?" I ask, wondering why the hell Kevin's looking at me like that.

"He left."

"Oh."

He's Mr. Conversation tonight. I smirk inwardly, and try to think of something else to say, but shit, it's KEVIN. He's sitting right on the end of my bed, and I'm NAKED underneathe this sheet.

And now I have a hard-on. Again.

Damn him.

I shift in the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot, my dick tents the sheet I've got covering me, and I groan silently, trying to formulate a plan to get me away from this man that's so close to me.

"Uh...what are you doing here?" Nice going, Einstein. That's a winning question.

Kevin looks at me, then his eyes drop to the bulge in the sheet. "I sent Nick away so we could...talk." He says finally, his eyes raising to meet mine after a few seconds of staring at my hardened, sheet covered, dick.

Talk? About what? And stop staring at my dick, dammit, you're making it worse.

"Umm...talk about what?" I finally get out, pulling my legs up so that my arrousal is hidden from his stoney eyes.

He sighs, his shoulders droop in defeat, his eyes lower to the bed, and his hand picks at the end of the sheet.

"What were you really doing in my closet tonight?" He asks, forcing the question out, his eyes still on the sheet he's playing with.

I choke on my own spit. "I...uh...I told you already. I went to the...the wrong room, and then you came in and-"

He waves a hand, stopping my lie. "I know what you already told me. But I want the truth. Don't lie to me, Alex." His jaw sets itself in a firm line, and he stares at me.

My body blazes on fire. I'm so embarassed I don't even know what to do with myself. And shifting on the bed, my dick rubs against my drawn up thighs. Yeah. That really helped my errection.

"Uh...if I...if I tell you something...would you promise not to freak out, or get pissed or um...do anything irrational?" I rock in place on the bed, nervous.

Kevin sits there, stares at me, and nods silently, warry of me now.

Great. Be the big silent sexy bitch that you are. Make it harder on me why don't you?

I collect all the courage I have in me, clear my throat, and just throw it all out. "Okay. Umm...well for a umm few years now I've been obsessed with you. I kinda...uh...have feelings for you. I'm bi, but you probably already knew that. And I umm have this really wack ritual of sneaking into your room and umm smelling your clothes. I know. I'm sick. I'm sorry. I can't help it though!" I burry my head into my knees, and sit there, waiting for his reaction.

After about a minute of dead silence, I wonder what the hell he's doing, and I lift my head and peek up at him over the sheet that covers my knees.

His face is expressionless. Devoid of any emotion. But his eyes. Those are what gets me. They are flaring green. The brightest damn green I've ever seen in my life.

Okay. I think it's safe to say he's probably a little pissed...and freaked. Shit.

I wince slightly, anticipating him hitting me, or something. But nothing happens. He just sits there, staring me down, formulating something behind those deep eyes of his.

"Say something! Anything! I can't take this silence!" I finally burst out, unable to take the extreme quiet anymore.

Kevin blinks. "You want me to say something? Fine. I'll say something." He says, and I brace myself for harsh words, or a brutal attack on my person.

"I want you." He says quietly, his hands clenched in front of his body on his lap, his lips quivering a little.

My eyes widen. What in the fucking hell?

"You...you...what?!!?" I'm shocked out of my gourd. This is so fucking unexpected, that I'm shivering in...hell I don't know what I'm feeling.

"Yeah. I want you." He repeats. "Have since the damned day we met. Just didn't say anything, because I didn't want to scare you away. I didn't know if you could even feel the same way about me. And then I noticed little things. You looking at me strangely. You sneaking into my room. Yeah I knew about that." He smiles at me, amused, as I gasp in shock. And here I thought I was being all smooth and sneaky.

"You stalking off every time I dance with another woman, or anyone else. I just had to be sure. And then I figured out you were in my closet. I knew you were there, Alex, I knew as soon as I walked in the damned door. I smelled your smell. I'd know it anywhere. And I put on a little show for you. Which I know you liked." He smirks at me, gaining confidence as he speaks his deepest darkest desires aloud to me.

Who'd have thought Kevin Richardson was in lust with me? Go figure.

I clear my throat uncomfortably, my hands twitching nervously against the sheet, my heart in my stomach, yeah that's where that heartburn's coming from.

What do I do now? What do WE do now? Things just aren't going to be the same again, now that we've admitted...shit to each other.

My head drops back onto my knees and my eyes prick with tears. No, I will NOT fucking cry right now. This is not the time.

My shoulders heave from the deep breaths I'm taking to keep from bursting into tears, and I feel the bed move. I feel him move nearer to me, and then a large firm hand places itself on my bare shoulder.

Have I mentioned that his touch makes me melt?

"Are you okay, Alex?" His deep voice is husky and close to my bent head. He's so close to me. Ah damn, he's so close.

I lift my head up, eyes widening in surprise at his close proximety.

Well hello there, Mr. Richardson.

I lick my lips nervously, and lift up a hand and run it through my sleep tossled hair. "Uh...what now?" I ask, my eyes flickering unwillingly to his luscious lips, then to his burning emerald eyes.

"This." He says quietly, leaning toward me, closing the distance between us.

His lips near mine, his breath caresses my cheek. Holy shit, he's so close. And he's about to kiss me.

His firm lips finally brush mine, softly, teasingly, just a butterfly's touch. Dammit, I want more.

I groan deeply, clenching my fists around the sheet, my dick's really awake now. I think it's got a life of its own. That's my only explanation for its behavior as of late.

My lips cling to his, and his move over mine, taking over, dominating mine. I don't mind being dominated by him. He's too fucking hot not to submit to.

I finally give up on the sheet and burry my hands in his long mane of hair, bringing him as close as close can get. My dick is beyond excited, I think I may explode in another minute or so.

My legs relax, as my lips open and his tongue invades my mouth. I shudder meeting his tongue with my own, feeling him groaning low in his throat, his hands sliding up my thighs.

I break the kiss, gasping as one of his hands finds the apex of my thighs. And damn, he's got great hands. He rubs my errection through the sheet, I can feel the heat off of his hand, my dick twitches, and my legs spasm, as I buck inadvertantly up to meet his hand movements.

"Horny little bitch, aren't you?" He whispers into my mouth, as he thrusts his tongue back into it and now we're kissing again. Hot and sweet and heavy and...damn I can't breathe.

"Yeah. Horny for you, sexy bastard." I murmur, trying to relax, but not succeeding because his damned hand is rubbing my dick and making it hard for me to concentrate on anything else.

I grab his hand, pull it up to my mouth and lick his palm. I watch his eyes darken, and narrow with desire, his pulse speeds up as I nibble on his thumb. His mouth gapes open, a gasp falling out as I take his whole thumb into my mouth.

His skin's so salty. He tastes good. I know his dick'll taste good.

I notice him shuddering almost uncontrollably, and I glance down at his crotch, yeah I know, I can't help myself, but I'm in need here. I see how hard he is under his jeans, his cock strains against the material and damn I want to be those jeans. Or in those jeans.

I lick my lips, my hands are still buried in that long mane of hair he has, his hand's still busying itself with rubbing my cock, damn that feels good. I make myself let go of his hair, and stare into his eyes for a moment. I feel heat building up all over my body. It's so hot.

"It's hot in here." I mumble, my body sweating heavily, as I pant.

Kevin's eyes darken further. Didn't know they could get that dark of a green. His hand stops its motion and I groan, squeezing my eyes tightly shut in disappointment.

"You're right. It's very hot in here." He says, standing up and ripping his shirt off.

So much bare skin. Must...touch.

Hold yourself together, McLean, he's not even naked yet, and you're already losing it.

I bite back a breathy moan and let my eyes wander all over his taught, firm, muscled torso. God that man is stacked. In more ways than one.

I watch him unbuckle his belt, slowly unbutton his jeans, and slowly slip them down over his hips. He's teasing me. Dammit.

"Don't tease me, dammit." I growl, shifting in the bed, the sheet drifting down a little, revealing a hint of my pubic hair and hardened dick to his eyes.

I watch him swallow. Ha. Ha. I'm getting to him. That's good. At least I'm not the only one not totally in control here.

He blinks, shakes his head a little, I guess he's trying to recover that control that he's always got to have, and he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. He's slowly bringing them down, down, oh God yes, I see dark pubic hair there. Oh fuck yes. Keep going.

And now they're down and I see his huge cock. God it's enormous. Just seeing it from a distance earlier, I never saw how truly gifted he is. But damn.

I swallow, or try to, my damned tongue's stuck to the roof of my mouth. I guess he's got that affect on me. No. He DOES have that affect on me.

I clear my throat, watching his every move. He throws his boxers to the floor where his pants are, and stands there, stock still, watching me watching him.

Oh God that's hot. Watching him like this, his eyes glued to mine, his breathing erratic like mine...no wait, it's just mine that's erratic, his is fairly steady and even. Damn him and his self control.

Damn me and my lack there of.

I move my legs again, trying to get comfortable and the sheet slips down further, my cock springs out and slaps against the hard muscles in my stomach. Well...that does feel better. It was all cramped up under that sheet. And now Kevin's staring at my dick like he's never seen one before.

Funny. I was thinking the same thing about his huge monster dick, myself. Although, I have seen them before. Just none like his.

His tongue flickers out of his mouth and licks across his lips. My God.

My cock hardens further, oozing pre-cum from the tip and onto my stomach, I watch him watch the drop that's now on my stomach. Maybe he wants to help me with that...

"Hey...um...want me to help you with that?" He asks, glancing hungrily at my cock.

Did he read my mind, or what?

I glance down at myself, noting the deep red color my cock is. Damn, I'm hard, maybe I do need a little help..."Sure. If you think you can do anything about it." What a time for me to be cracking jokes. But, hey, whatever. It's like me to do shit like that at a time like this.

Or so I've been told.

Kevin's body shivers in anticipation, or was that mine? He takes two giant Kevin steps and he's standing before me, his cock in my face, his eyes glued to my dick, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides.

My eyes lock onto the hidden tattoo on his hip. Wow. That's pretty. Must...lick that.

What's he waiting for? I sure as hell don't want to wait anymore.

"What are you waiting for? I need to be sucked and I think I need it now." Damn. Since when did I get so talkative and forward with Kevin Richardson?

Kevin's eyes rise from my blushing dick to my face, his gaze taking in my glistening body, I'm sweating like hell, my burning skin, my heated gaze on him.

Just fucking do it already!

Ah yeah. That's it. Bend down and take my dick in your mouth. What a nice ass you have there Mr. Richardson. I just want to reach out and give it a squeeze...or a smack.

His warm tongue finally slips out and tickles the end of my dick. Oh shit. That's good, but it could be better.

I slip my hand into his hair and try to pull him down on my dick by the long, dark strands. He won't budge. Damn bitch.

I whimper, wanting him to fucking suck my dick down his throat. He just grins at me, looking up from his position kneeling on the floor, and touches the tip of my dick with the tip of his tongue. He tongues the slit, and my God, my dick and hips have minds of their own.

I can't stay still. I can't be quiet. I just want his fucking mouth on my dick already. Fucking sucking me until I can't think straight, walk straight, talk straight.

My dick's tingling. Fucking tingling from him tonguing me like that. His hands on the insides of my thighs as he slips that sheet off of me completely, are NOT helping the matter at ALL.

I can feel his firm hands, they massage my thighs, get close to my balls. Oh fuck. Breathe, McLean, breathe. He's just sucking the tip of your dick and massaging your balls. But, oh fuck.

His lips open slightly, bringing more of me inside his mouth. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. He's fucking licking the underside of my dick just where that vein is, just where that spot is that drives me completely up the wall. Oh fuck yes.

His tongue bathes that vein, searching it out, making it tingle, making my heart beat faster, and I know he can feel my pulse through my dick the way he's making use of that tongue on that vein.

My toes curl, and he apparently decides I need to be fucked with more, because he stops sucking on that vein and stands up.

"What...the...fuck....." I can't make a coherant sentence. It's a wonder I even got that out. He's got some talented lips and tongue and mouth and...oh God.

He crawls over my legs and his dick brushes my thigh. Was that lightening I just felt? He settles between my legs, pushing them apart further, his hands teasingly sliding up and down my thighs, brushing the sides of my balls, playing with the muscles of my stomach and tracing a path around my 69 tattoo. I think I'm going to die.

Fucking teasing bastard.

I hiss. "Stop. Fucking. Teasing. Me. You. Fucking. Shit." Now that's a good thing to say to the man that's been sucking my dick and pleasuring me, and is...or was about to continue sucking on me again.

He looks at me, his hands tracing random patterns idly on the insides of my thighs. "Hmmm...you have such a potty mouth, Alexander." But he grins, amazingly and beautifully. Damn that mouth is beautiful.

Shit. He's doing the nose scrunch thing again.

I can't utter a word, I think all the blood's rushed into my dick. I look down. Yep. Red. Filled with blood. No wonder I can't think straight. No oxygen or blood's getting to my brain. Well the brain in my head. Shit. The brain in my...aw fuck it. I don't need to fucking think anyway.

"Kevin." My voice issues a warning. Don't know what warning that is, but hell whatever works.

His bushy eyebrows raise, his eyes sparkle, his lips part. That teasing bastard. "Well, well, Alexander, no need to be mean. I'll help you out..." Why don't I like the tone of his voice?

Or that evil grin that's plastering itself on his face. Or that wicked gleam I detect in his eyes. What the hell does he have planned?

Kevin licks his lips, momentarily making me stop breathing. I think my heart's stopped beating. Shit.

"Lay down, Alex." He says, pulling me down on the bed, making me lay down. Forcing me is more accurate of a word. But I like him forcing me.

I don't fight. What the hell would I fight for? I let him take me down, his arms briefly brushing my chest as I am laid flat on the bed. My head's supported with a pillow, and I am laying here on the bed, trying to not cum, trying to stay still, trying not to look at that huge ass cock, with that huge ass woody.

It's not working. Dammit.

I can't not look at it. It's staring at me. Wanting me to suck it, to lick it, to rub it, to fuck it. Shit. I'm going to fucking cum just by thinking about Kevin's dick.

If at all possibly, Mr. Winky just grew harder and bigger. Yay for me on the last part.

Kevin stares at me, then down at my dick, then pushes himself back and I wonder what the hell he's...

"Oh Holy Fucking shit!" I scream, as my dick's taken in fully by his hot, sweet, talented mouth.

Oh my good God, that's the shit. Right there. Oh yeah. Suck it bitch.

I didn't know I could growl and scream at the same time. Kevin brings out the best in me.

I nearly start hyperventilating, my body quivers, my dick's thinking very happy thoughts as it gets sucked in and on by Kevin's hot mouth. He knows just how to do it right. Sucks on the head, takes it deep in his mouth, licks the sides, teases me with the scraping of his teeth, squeezes my balls, pumps the rest of my dick that he can't fit in his mouth with that nice big hand of his.

"I...oh fuck. Fucking suck my cock you dirty bitch!" I scream out, unable to keep my voice down.

I feel Kevin's amused laughter vibrating around my dick as he deep throats me. That's too much. Too much...

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttt!" I'm exploding. I'm cumming in his mouth, his tongue licks, and his lips suck all my cum down his throat. I feel him swallow it all, the constrictions of his throat make sweet movements against my dick.

Oh fuck that was good. And he's still sucking me. Milking me till I finally stop cumming.

Yeah. I'm done. I'm so fucking done.

I relax, my chest heaving, my body soaked with sweat. I can't even lift my fucking head from the pillow. I think he did something to me. Well he did do something to me. But shit. I feel like a newborn giraffe or something. I couldn't move if the fucking hotel was on fire.

I'm pretty sure I look high. My eyes feel watery and sandpapery. Why the hell do they feel like that? Oh yeah. Mind blowing orgasm. That'll do it every time.

I stare up at the ceiling. I can't even move my head to look at Kevin.

"My turn." He says, startling me from my silent reverie.

His turn? His turn for wha-?

OH!

Yeah. His turn.

I lift my head, with much effort, stare at Kevin thoughtfully and watch as he crawls off the bed and reaches into his pants pocket.

What the hell's he-?

Oh.

Lube.

That'd be good. I don't want him to ream me with his dry cock. Well not dry, just...not slippery...is that even the right word? Oh well, fuck it. I'm not an english major or nothing. See?

I watch him uncap the tube, squeeze some out onto those lean fingers of his, and then throw the tube down, rubbing the lube all up and down his dick.

His dick's huge. His dick's hard. And his dick's going to be inside me in a matter of seconds. God I hope I don't split open. Never had one that big in me before. Never expected to either.

Ah well. The price to pay for Kevin's dick in me. I probably won't be able to walk properly for a few days.

Make that a week. That thing's huge.

I watch him stroke his cock, his face tightening in pleasure, his hand moving reassuringly up and down his dick. Pre-cum drizzles out the tip, he just rubs it into the lube with his fingers, slowly, deliberately. And he knows I'm watching his every move.

Damn tease.

"Kevin."

He looks up from his cock, a look of concentration flittering across his features before he smiles at me.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck me already." I say, not beating around the bush. I never was one for playing around with important shit like...this.

Hey, getting fucked is really important.

Kevin's eyes smolder as he stares at me, his hand still sliding up and down his slippery cock.

"I'm definately going to fuck you...already." He says, smirking, taking his hand off his cock and climbing back onto the bed, his body between my legs.

Fuck, I love the way he feels between my legs. His smooth skin flush against mine, his eyes staring into mine, his hands...Oh damn. Those hands are working their way up my chest.

I think he's had lessons. There's no way someone could be this good at all these things he's good at and not have someone teach him to do them.

I mean, I'm damn good at a lot of things, but someone taught me all I know. Well some of it I learned from porn videos, and sneaking around hotels at night, and...yeah someone taught me all I know.

And now he's grinding his hard dick into mine, and I'm hard again. Really fucking hard. Electric hips, that's what I'll call those firm things rubbing against me. That's what they feel like. Electricity is running up my entire body, but mostly through my dick.

"Kevin. Fucking. Fuck me. For fuck's sake." I growl, my eyes narrowing a bit, staring up at Kevin.

I can't take his fucking teasing anymore. I raise my hips, helping him grind into mine easier, he gasps, his features tightening, his jaw slackening.

God he looks hot about now.

I pull his head down with my trembling hands, kiss the living shit out of him, and look into his eyes. "I said. Fucking fuck me, for fuck's sake." I growl again, thrusting up against him hard.

He moans, I feel the vibration roll through me, his hands plant themselves on either side of me, his eyes staring down at me, his hair hanging in his face.

He growls, licks his lips, he does that an awful damn lot, and then pushes off of me. Damn am I disappointed. I like feeling his weight pressing me into the mattress.

He steals a pillow from the other bed by placing one foot on the floor and leaning over to retrieve it. Wow, what a sight that is. His ass muscles clenching, his dick bobbing with his movement.

I think I'll just lay here and die. Watching his body move like that...Jesus fucking Christ.

He positions himself back on the bed, between my thighs. "Lift up your ass, Alex." He says, caressing the side of my hip.

I swallow. And of course I do what he wants. I lift my hips, and he slides the pillow underneathe my ass. That's different.

My hips are elevated, my dick's practically in my face and he's just sitting there on his heels, looking down at me, this inexplicable expression on his face. What the hell's he waiting on?

"Uh...Kev?"

He snaps out of his silence, shaking his head slightly. "Oh. Sorry, I kinda got distracted. You've got a nice cock there." He says, running a finger along the head of my cock.

Oh shit. "Ohhhhhhhh..." I moan, and his finger still teases me. So I grab that finger, stopping him from doing that.

"Fuck me, dammit. I can't wait any more." I pant, my hand locked around his evil finger tightly.

He brings my hand to his mouth, his lips moving over my fingers lightly licking with that tongue. Ah shit.

My eyes roll up into the back of my head, and a moan errupts from my lips. His lips kiss each of my fingers, slowly, lingeringly, and he watches me writhe on the bed.

"Goddammit." I let out a strangled breath.

His eyes dance with amusement. "Okay, okay. You're so impatient, Boner." He smirks, his eyes glancing over my hard as hell dick for a moment, before he lets my hand go, and moves closer to my hips, his dick grazing against mine as he slides down.

Such sweet friction that is.

His dick presses against the tight muscles of my ass hole, I suck in a deep breath anticipating his huge cock in me and pain.

I was right. He pushes into me slowly, and damn that hurts. His huge dick feels like it's spliting my ass open. A burning pain.

I'm no virgin, but shit, his dick's reaming me like no other.

I shift my hips, try to get comfortable, as he burries himself in my ass. I suck in a sharp breath as his dick hits my prostate. He's not even moving and he's already hit it.

He lays there, his eyes narrowed and trained on mine, watching for my reaction I suppose.

I grimace slightly. "Your cock's huge, Kev." I breathe, moving my hips up, causing him to groan.

"And your ass is so tight." He replies, pulling out slightly and thrusting back into me firmly.

I love being filled this way by Kevin's cock. He just needs to move faster. Damn slow Kentuckian bastard.

"Kev. Do it. Fuck me. Hard. Fast. NOW." I squirm beneathe him, my hands taking their rightful place on his firm, muscled ass.

His breath whooshes out and he pulls out again, only to ram himself back into me hard and fast. Oh yeah. Daddy likes that a lot.

I grasp his ass cheeks, my nails scrapping slightly across them, and he starts thrusting in and out of me fluidly, perfectly. He's filling me with that juicy dick of his. A dick I'll have to taste later, I make a mental note to do that, as he slams into me, brushing my prostate, causing me to not remember how to breathe.

Oh yeah, Richardson, fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Fuck me like you've never fucked before.

"Oh. I am. Shut up, McLean." He growls from between each thrust.

Ok. So I said that outloud. I have no recollection of that, but whatever.

I don't know how, but during all that grunting, moaning, screaming, yelling we are doing, I hear the door creak open. How I heard that I'll never understand.

I glance at the door, sweat stinging my eyes, Kevin's dick stinging my ass, and see a timid little blond head peak around the edge.

Puppy's back.

Nick looks at the bed, sees Kevin and me fucking and his jaw drops open. What a classic site that is, but I can't enjoy him looking shocked, because...all I want to enjoy is Kevin fucking me. And how he keeps hitting that damned prostate gland.

Nick slinks inside, shuts the door softly behind him, and takes a seat on the floor about 4 feet away from the bed that's rocking like crazy with Kevin's frenzied thrusts into me.

His eyes stare at us filled with amazement, and lust. And I see the bulge in his pants. He's getting hard just watching us fuck.

Maybe he enjoys our show?

Ok. No maybes about it. The fucker's REALLY enjoying our show, because he's opening up those pants and pulling out that dick of his to rub in his hand.

I don't think I'm the only one who likes to watch. Because he sure as hell is watching us intently. His bright little blue eyes glaze over, his hand moving up and down on that big dick of his, his posture tense.

Nick's dick definately rivals Kevin's dick for the biggest dick I've ever seen.

I moan, watching that hand slip quietly up and down, feeling Kevin's dick pounding inside of me, feeling the tip of his dick grazing my prostate.

I think I might cum again.

Ok. I don't think I will. I KNOW I will, because I feel that tingling in my dick and balls again. Damn, Kevin really knows how to fuck. I give him that much.

And I'll give him something else later. Much later, when I've recharged the old McLean batteries.

But for now....shit Kevin's dick feels so good in my ass. It's sliding in and out like it was made to be in me. And the way he's hitting that special spot. Oh fucking God damn, that's so fucking good.

My eyes are still trained on Nick, so I don't see Kevin gazing down at me curiously, and I don't realize anything until he begins to slow down.

I quickly avert my gaze back up to his, my forehead puckers. "What the hell are you doing? Don't slow down. Go faster."

"What the hell are you staring at?" He asks, his hips slowly grinding into mine, his dick ever so slightly sliding across that damned gland again.

I gasp loudly. "Uh...nothing."

He's not convinced. He turns slightly, his mane of hair slapping me in the face, his back muscles, ass muscles, and his dick, tensed as he moves for a look where I was looking.

His hips stop rocking and he lays there on me and inside me, still.

"Well, well. Nicky when'd you get here?" He asks, his dick twitching inside me. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was getting off on Nick watching us fuck.

Nick jumps slightly, his cute face blanching then turning the deepest shade of red possible, his hand stops its movement and he stares at Kevin. "Uh...I'm sorry...I didn't mean...I'll go.." He moves to get up but Kevin's booming voice stops him.

"No. Don't leave. You don't have to leave, sweetie. You can watch us. And then you and me and Alex here can have some real fun." His voice is soft, and he's being so nice to Nick.

Since when is he nice to Nick like that?

Nick grins brilliantly, his face folding easily into a smile as he sits back down and his dick flops against his bare stomach. "Okay." And there that hand goes, moving up and down his big hard cock, as he watches Kevin turn around and start fucking me again.

Hmm. Methinks there's something between Kevin and Nick. And that Kevin has a thing for people watching him fuck, or jack off, or whatever.

Daddy likes. Daddy really likes.

And daddy likes Kevin's dick fucking him in the ass. Oh yeah. That feels good.

Kevin's hips grind faster and harder into mine. He's putting on a show for Junior over there, but I don't mind, it's getting me off faster, making the fuck better. Making everything all better.

Kevin lets his head drop to the crook of my neck, his tongue flickers out and licks the salty sweat on my skin. I growl, tensing a little.

"You fucking tease." I say, moving my hips faster, tilting them so that he hits my prostate repeatedly. Oh yeah. Good God that's good.

"You know it." He murmurs into my ear, taking the lobe in his mouth and sucking as his hips pound into me erratically, searching for his release.

And here comes mine. Literally.

I feel my dick spasming, burning, my balls tingling. And oh yeah, I'm cumming all over Kevin's stomach and my chest.

I pant, watching Kevin rear up, his dick still ramming into me, his eyes squeeze shut tightly, his stallion-like mane wet with sweat and swirling madly around his head. He roars, and now he's cumming in my ass. I feel the hot, thick seed spurt into my ass, his cock rams into me one last time, and yeah...he's done now.

He falls onto my body, crushing me beneathe him, but that's okay, I like him pressing me into the mattress.

My arms clutch his shoulders tightly, I'm still reeling from my incredible orgasm, feeling him breathing raggedly, still inside me.

I sigh and look down at the foot of the bed where Nick's working frantically at his own dick, his face a mask of concentration, pain, angst.

And he's so fucking hot when he's about to cum. Even with his face cherry red like that.

His hand moves lightening fast, his breathing comes in frantic labored gasps, his eyes squeeze shut, and sweat runs down his face as he's about to cum.

"Keviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!!!!" He screams, his face clenching, his hips bucking up off the floor, his hand jerking hard and fast, and his cock spurting his hot cum all over his stomach, the floor, and his moving hand.

That was some hot shit. If I wasn't so tired, I'd be horny right about now. But that was still some hot shit.

I watch Nick's hand remove itself from his spent dick, and he falls backward onto the carpet, his legs still crossed, his dick falling flacid between his legs. And he's breathing so hard, I think he just ran a marathon.

I feel movement on top of me, and Kevin's now pulling out, ouch that hurts a little, and crawling off of me.

Why do I feel like my dog just died?

Maybe because that huge dick's just left me and I feel empty?

Yeah. That's it.

I sigh in disappointment, slowly pushing myself up on my arms and sitting up in the bed. Oh wow. I see stars and the room's spinning. I've never had an orgasm like this before.

I watch Kevin amble over to Nick, who's still lying on the floor like he's passed out, and that ass moves so nicely underneathe that firm skin of his. I can't wait to fuck that sweet ass.

My dick finds that thought appealing, it twitches a bit as it lays there plastered to my stomach in my cum.

Kevin kneels down, takes Nick in his arms, lifts him up and carries him over to where I am, then places him on the bed next to me. He removes Nick's socks and pants from his legs, and throws them in the pile with his own.

Is Nick his bitch or what? Seems like it.

Kevin stares down at both of us, me lying there staring back at him and Nick...well the bitch is asleep now. Completely fucked unconscious. Or wacked unconscious.

Kevin bends down, kisses Nick on the lips softly, and whispers something into his ear.

Sounded like, "Sleep well my little bitch." Hmm...guess they're lovers after all. That's a shocker. I didn't know Kevin was bi. But now I damned well do. After that great fuck...ooh yeah. Now I know.

I shudder at where my thoughts take me and glance up at Kevin through my eyelashes.

"So...what's next?" I ask curiously, yawning slightly, watching as Kevin walks around to my side of the bed and climbs in. It's a tight squeeze but he moves in between me and Nick, his body pressed tightly against mine. That feels nice.

Kevin kisses me tenderly on my lips as I turn to look at him. "We're going to have a lot of fun, that's what's next. Nick's my little bitch, and now so are you." He murmurs, his eyelids drooping a bit as he stares into my eyes.

Hmm. I never wanted to be anyone's bitch before, but the thought of being his is not completely out of the question. I think I'd like being his bitch actually.

I stare at him thoughtfully. "I think I might like that." I say, raising one of my hands and pushing the sweaty hair out of his eyes.

He leans into my touch, with a smile on his beautiful face, and kisses the palm of my hand as it passes over his lips.

Okay. That was nice.

I shudder and let my hand rest on his shoulder. "I think I might like that a lot." I whisper to myself, as he turns over so that he's lying on his back.

Nick mumbles something in his sleep and moves closer to Kevin, throwing one leg across Kevin's hip. I see Kevin grin, then rub Nick's leg, his hand resting on it after.

I move closer to Kevin as well, and throw one of my legs over his right leg. I can't be left out, now can I?

He opens his eyes and smiles over at me. He rubs my thigh, then closes his eyes and soon he's falling into unconsciousness, his fingers twitching slightly against my leg.

Yeah. Being Kevin's bitch won't be bad at all.

A smile curves my lips, my eyes close, and I snuggle into Kevin, thinking about being his bitch.

~End.