beaded above Julian’s glistening lips. “Your turn, cowboy,” he said, easing Alan’s briefs down to reveal a thick erection and swirls of dark, kinked curls. Without thinking I reached down and buried my hand in the mass of hair to stroke at him. There was a freckle just above his balls, I knew, that marked a sensitive spot for my lover-massaging it could make him come in seconds. I leaned against him, fingering the slight bump, and giggled into his shoulder as his cock straightened beneath my touch. Alan reached for my own erection, warming the damp skin, rolling the tip of my dick in the palm of his hand. This time Julian took Alan in, his lips sliding up my lover’s length until they met my hand, then easing back to suck at the swollen cockhead. When he did it again, I stopped rubbing Alan long enough to wipe the sweat from Julian’s upper lip. He glanced at me, eyes dancing with light or liquor, or both. For 297
a moment I almost forgot that we were in a crowded public restroom, getting it on in a cramped bathroom stall, but someone slammed against the door beside me and brought me back to reality. Julian banged a fist on the door and yelled out, “Can’t you see we’re busy here?”
I giggled again, a little high from the smoke that lingered in the restroom. It stung my eyes and throat and made my head swoon. I wanted Alan’s mouth on me again, I wanted his hands on my body, and I curled into him, turning his face towards mine to claim a hungry kiss. “Fuck me,” I whispered into him. “Here, now, please.”
“I thought this was about getting a double blow,” he replied. “If you want to call it off …”
But Julian pried us apart. “Not ‘til I get paid,” he said, taking my dick in one hand and Alan’s in the other. He held them up between us, licked one red head then the other, and made us shuffle closer so he could lace his fingers together, trapping us between his sweaty palms. On his knees now, Julian pressed my erection alongside Alan’s, stroked us against each other. Then he licked out again, his tongue flickering between the tips of our dicks, before his wide mouth closed over us both.
He took us in fairly deep-I felt his lips about halfway down my shaft, massaging my length. His tongue kept rubbing between Alan and me, reaching down as far as he could lick and then up to our weeping slits. My tender cockhead bumped against the roof of his mouth, against the back of his throat, against Alan’s tip. Julian’s hands kept up a steady rhythm, one working at the base of our erections, the other fondling our balls. He would take me in his palm and finger Alan, then roll our nuts together before concentrating on Alan for a bit. I hoped that he would move a little farther back-I wanted something in me, something hard and unyielding, I wanted the fullness of intercourse and I didn’t think I could wait until we got home. I kept spreading my legs, hoping he’d get the point and work a finger back to my quivering hole, but he was too busy with our cocks and balls to focus on anything else.
Alan knew me so well. Pulling me towards him, he licked his tongue between my lips, arms encircling my waist to hold me close. Julian’s hair tickled my lower stomach where he worked between us. As Alan leaned into our kiss, he ran a finger between my buttocks to rim my puckered skin. I arched back into his hand and his middle finger eased inside me. I bucked into Julian, eager to fuck and get fucked at the same time. I wanted more than one finger, though-I wanted the hard cock that rubbed against mine, I wanted my lover’s dick as far inside of me as it could go, slick with another’s spit. And I wanted Julian to drink me down as I came. “Alan,” I sighed against him. I could barely pull away from his insistent lips long enough to speak. “Please.”
Fisting a hand in Julian’s hair, Alan shoved him away from us. “Change of plans,”
he said, turning me around in his arms. I felt his wet erection slide between my buttocks and then he filled me completely. I reached out to grip the hook on the stall door with both hands, legs spreading as wide as my pants would let them go, as Alan eased me back onto him. To Julian, he asked, “Can we do it this way instead? Don’t worry, you’ll still get paid.”
Julian, kneeling before me, nodded. His wide mouth opened and I thrust into it as Alan pounded into me from behind. The soft lips stroked my length as he sucked at me, his hand easing between my legs now to play with both of our balls. Each thrust elicited a tiny
rocked into my ass and Julian kneaded my cock with his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Between the two men I lost myself, forgetting who and where I was, forgetting everything but the sex and the lust and the pleasure of skin on skin. Then I came, a rush of release that surprised me with its intensity, and I let out a guttural shout, a resounding
I held onto the hook, head down, gasping for breath. Below me, Julian grinned as he wiped my juices from his chin and face. Behind me, Alan leaned against my back, his hands rubbing my stomach and hips in soothing, familiar patterns like he did every time we had sex.
The door of the stall rattled and I looked up to find a scruffy, bearded face peering down at us. “What’s a guy gotta do around here to get invited to the party?” he wanted to know.
Laughter filled the restroom, and I grinned as Julian stood up to face the man.
“I’m running a special tonight,” he said. “Thirty bucks for two. You got a friend?”
“Hell,” the stranger said with a grin, “I got a whole room full of them right here.”
HE STARTED IT!
Kurt’s skinny hips were writhing inside his tight jeans, his bare chest shining with sweat as he walked toward me through a cloud of smoke. He reached out a hand and I took it, just as a thumping noise tore the dream from my head. I woke quickly, a little surprised to find my hand inside my underwear, even more surprised at how wet my fingers were. Even after three years Kurt still wouldn’t let me be.
I curled into a ball and summoned up the awesome power of my slightly hung-over mind to drive away whoever was at my door. Then the knock sounded again, louder and quicker, so I groaned, blew my mussed up hair out of my eyes and slid my fingers out from whence they came.
I stomped to the front door, utterly pissed. If I had to dream about sex with my ex, I could at least have gotten to the sex! Especially when it was the one thing Kurt always did well.
“Someone better be in big trouble, or…someone’s…gonna be in
Hey, it was 7 o’clock BC-before coffee-and there was no obligation on me to make sense.
I felt my jaw drop as I swung the door open. “Kurt?”
“Hey, Aunt Nicole.”
“Shit! Ben!” God, he looked like his uncle, only younger…and prettier. I almost leapt up into his arms as I hugged him, realizing too late that my wet fingers were all over his neck. “Oh. Who’s your friend?”
“This is Harley Briggs, Aunt Nicole. He’s in the reserves with me.”
“Hi, Harley.”
“Hello, Ms. Michaud.”
Harley was a little shorter than Ben, probably about six foot even, with dark hair, a slight caramel tinge to his skin, maybe some Oriental blood back a generation or two.
He had a real military bearing about him, but that didn’t stop me from scooping him into a hug. “Any friend of Ben’s is an ex-nephew of mine.”
I felt him stiffen in my arms for a second, then relax. His hands pressed against my back lightly, like he’d just finished reading ‘Hugging…for Dummies.’
“Well come in, come in. You’re making the place look tidy.”
Ben cast an appraising eye over the paisley carpet and the peeling paint of the hallway. “No chance of that.”
I blew him a raspberry. “Can’t help it. This is all I can afford, now.”
Ben’s jaw hardened as he walked in. “I’m real sorry about that.”
“Your uncle didn’t trust banks.” I shrugged with far more indifference than I felt.
