“You want me to be jealous”
Two people pressed together, sweat dripping off their firm tight bodies. Moans fill the air, along with the smell of sex in the afternoon. Ass clapping to the beat of the bed, rocking and thumping. The pulse races, and the heart beats faster. Legs spread further and wider than they’ve ever been. Nails digging into the flesh, leaving scars and traces of their afternoon delight. A sight that would turn on a self-respecting man within a 100-mile radius. What began as two perfect strangers coming together was slowly fading into something dazzling, electric, and powerful. It was no longer just any old affair. No, it was now an erotic affair!
How it began:
The fresh snow covered the city of Boston like a thick white blanket. Peyton Phillips had just finished his morning run. His days were better when he started them off with a run. The lobby of his building was quieter than usual for it to be a Monday morning. He rounded the corner of the lobby. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe what he saw.
Kai Jang was a 3RD generation Korean American. He and his boyfriend Thomas had moved into the building a few months earlier. Thomas’s job required them to move around often. Kai had just finished his morning workout in the gym. The grey sweatpants he was wearing hugged his curves, thighs, and round glutes. They sat up high and poked out but demanded attention from any man or woman who gazed upon it. His arms weren't overly muscled. They were toned, which complimented his athletic frame.
Kai felt the presence of someone. He quickly turned, and his eyes met Peyton for the first time. He snapped his head back forward. In that brief glance, he saw more than one would think. He had observed Peyton’s chocolate-smooth skin and dark, intense eyes. Those eyes could melt you. There was this air of mystery there that sent a slight chill down Kai’s spine. They were both roughly about the same height, medium tall, and those lips looked incredibly soft.
Peyton burned the image of Kai’s face to his memory. His porcelain skin glowed almost like an angel with his long, black, curly, shoulder-length hair. His face was square, but his lips looked almost like a pinkish-orange color. It made them look like a tasty dessert. His dark eyes were big and hopeful. There was an energy about him that could draw someone in. Peyton felt himself being drawn. The elevator finally arrived. They stepped inside and went to separate corners. Kai pressed his floor. He lived two floors under Peyton.
Kai asked, “What floor?” His voice was soft and eloquent. He sounded so soothing and poised.
Peyton cleared his throat, “Ten, please.” Peyton’s voice was deep and proper. There was something hidden behind Peyton’s voice that further intrigued Kai.
The ride was quiet, with both men stealing awkward glances at one another. There was undeniable tension brewing underneath the surface between them. Kai wanted to ask anything, just any question, but he decided against it. Peyton contemplated the appropriate thing to say to strike up a conversation. Nothing in his mind sounded right. He felt like a high school boy trying to find the right words to make a great first impression.
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Kai gave him a simple head nod and stepped off. Peyton cursed himself as he watched Kai walk away. The only bright spot was seeing Kai’s perfect ass bounce as he walked away.
“God, he has an amazing ass,” he said louder than he had intended.
“Thank you,” Kai shouted back.
The color drained from Peyton’s as the elevator doors closed. He thought the walking beauty was long gone. Kai couldn’t resist the urge to say something when he heard the comment. It made him feel good. His body was something he prided himself on. He took excellent care of himself.
Peyton walked down the hall to his apartment, replaying the events of the morning. Each time, he thought about the way the little beauty yelled thank you; it made him smile. He walked into the apartment with a smile on his face and his mind thinking solely on that brief albeit fascinating encounter.
“Hey, babe. How was your morning run,” Peyton’s husband Kendrick asked. It was so deep and smooth.
Peyton smiled, “It was good.”
The moment he looked at his husband, the daydream was gone. Peyton was a happily married man, and Kendrick was the love of his life. He had met the tall red-bone back in high school. They had gone through the fire, but they knew they were each other's endgame. Kendrick was the popular swim team captain who was closeted back then. Peyton was just a regular boy next door, but they understood each other. It also helped that Kendrick was devastatingly beautiful.
He was tall, with a body most envied from his years of swimming and weight training. Kendrick had captivating green eyes. It was always a shock to people to meet a black man with green eyes. Then there was his perfect sandy red-hair goatee, that low-cut faded hair, and a voice that could make your panties wet if you wore any. Of course, there was the appendage that hung between his legs. Kendrick was a gift from the gods!
Peyton wrapped his arms around Kendrick’s neck. His husband flashed him a brilliant, dazzling smile. There was no mistaking that they were in love. Kendrick licked his lips and kissed Peyton. The kiss was sensual and loving. Kendrick ran his hands down Peyton’s back and over the top of his ass.
Peyton pulled away and asked, “How much time do we have?”
“My Uber’s ten minutes out,” he answered.
“Time for a little something,” he said as he undid Kendrick’s belt and pants.
In one quick motion, his pants and underwear were at his ankles. His dick stood firm and erect. Standing at 9 1/2 inches, cut, thick, and throbbing. Peyton’s mouth watered for it like always. Kendrick knew his dick was pretty and long. He’d had enough people on it in life to know. His balls hung low, and the hair around his privates was all trimmed just the way Peyton liked. Kendrick would do anything for Peyton.
Peyton dropped to his knees and blew his warm breath on the head of Kendrick’s penis. It sent a chill through Kendrick. He let his lips drag up the underside of Kendrick’s dick. They both exhaled with such pleasure and appreciation for each other. As Peyton reached the head, he kissed it and slowly ran his tongue across the slit. Kendrick throbbed in anticipation. He reached out to grab Peyton’s hair, thinking he could force him to swallow that gorgeous cock. Peyton knocked his hand away.
Wagging his index finger and just above a whisper, Peyton said, “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. No touching unless I give you permission.”
“Bae, I need to nut.” He said with horny desperation that, honestly, made Peyton’s dick hard and his hole moisten.
Peyton stabbed the slit of Kendrick’s dick with his tongue. He moaned like a bitch in heat. Peyton opened my mouth and took just the fat helmet head of his cock in. He squeezed his jaws in a suction motion. His free hand slowly pulled on those heavy balls. The taste of precum attacked Peyton’s taste buds.
Just for the fun of it, Peyton made this slurping sound. Kendrick screamed, and they knew it was over. So, like a good husband, Peyton swallowed his entire dick. It pushed past his uvula. You know that little thing that sits in the back of your throat.
Kendrick’s dick swelled, and he grabbed Peyton’s head. He let his husband have his way that time. His dick exploded with the mass of the sun. His watery cum invaded Peyton’s mouth and went right down his throat. Never once did he gag or cough. He was used to that dick. It belonged to him and no one else.
“Fuck…. Jesus Christ…Fuck…Shit!” Kendrick exploded as his orgasm rocked through his body.
As he fired off ropes of cum, Peyton continued sucking his tasty dick. Kendrick’s breathing became rapid. He fired off more obscenities. He couldn’t get over how sensational it was every time. Peyton knew his way around Kendrick’s cock.
“Shit, I’m sensitive, bae,” he said as he pushed Peyton off his semi-erect penis. “You tryin’ to kill a nigga.”
“Maybe,” he said as he looked up at him with those dark, intense eyes.
Peyton stood up and gave Kendrick a dirty smile. He knew just how to get Kendrick to the edge and bring him back again. Kendrick stuffed his cock back inside his pants. Peyton went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
“Are you still going to the mixer tonight,” Kendrick asked.
Peyton nodded, “Yeah. I already deposited that check.”
“Well, at least it’s right here in the building, and you don’t have to be out in this damn snow.”
“I agree. How long are you gonna be gone for this time.” Peyton asked.
“Just two days. This client is being a hard ass on finalizing the terms of the deal.”
“Right. Before I forget, I did RSVP us for Seth & Steve’s wedding. I sent you the calendar invite. Accept and make sure you put the time in. It’s literally in four weeks. I sent your mom a watch from Tiffany’s for her birthday from us.”
Kendrick smiled, “What would I do without you?”
“Let’s not find out.”
They both chuckled at the little comment. Kendrick looked around to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. His phone vibrated. His Uber had arrived. He grabbed his things and planted a kiss on Peyton.
“My Uber’s downstairs. I’ll text you as soon as I land. I’m heading straight into a meeting, and I’ll call you tonight. Love you,” he said as he rushed out the door.
“Love you too,” Peyton replied.
Kai stepped out of the shower. His beautiful body was dripping wet as he dried his face and hair. He stepped into the bedroom and moisturized his body. As his hands glided along his soft skin, chills ran along the length of his arms and legs. He glanced out the window; the sun had gone down, and the moon was out.
He pulled out his laptop and took a seat at the foot of the bed. For some reason, he thought about the guy he had been on the elevator with earlier. Peyton had looked so intriguing, among other things. He wondered what his face had looked like when he said thank you. Suddenly, the idea of doing work went out the window. He wondered if the strange man would be at the mixer.
Kai slipped into a pair of slimmed fitted jeans and a black top. He stepped out of the bedroom and found his boyfriend, Thomas, online playing video games. Thomas worked hard and loved to unwind in front of the TV, playing games with friends.
“I was thinking about going to the mixer. You want to come with me,” he asked.
“Naw, I’m good. You have fun,” he said without breaking eye contact from the TV.
“Okay. I’m gonna head down naked,” he said, knowing it would get a rise out of Thomas.
“What,” Thomas said as he jumped up.
Thomas gave Kai a disapproving look before smiling at him. Thomas was a gorgeous ginger. His red, wavy hair rested at his shoulders. He had a partial red beard and stunning emerald eyes. The dude looked good standing there with his chest puffed out in a t-shirt and a pair of flimsy basketball shorts. There was a certain jockish appeal to him that couldn’t be ignored.
“You want me to be jealous, don’t you,” he asked.
Kai smiled, “Maybe a little.”
Thomas walked over and kissed him on the lips. It was soft, simple, and sweet. Thomas wasn’t the jealous type. He knew Kai loved him and that he’d never intentionally hurt him. Life is interesting like that because it’s always the ones who never intentionally try to hurt you who end up hurting you the most.
“Have fun tonight,” he said as he gave Kai a firm smack on the ass.
Kai left the apartment. During the entire ride down the elevator, his stomach was tied in knots. He kept thinking about Peyton. It was odd because they didn’t know each other, but he wanted to know him. He wondered if looking for the man was a smart move. The elevator doors opened. The lobby was full of tenants. Everyone was having a great time mingling and drinking.
He glanced around and figured he’d never find the guy in the crowd of people. “Loft Music” by The Weeknd was playing in the lobby. The mood was set just right. Just as he was about to press the button for the eighth floor, some people moved, and directly in his line of sight was the guy. Peyton was taking photos of people. He felt someone staring a hole through him. He stopped taking pictures and turned to his left, and his eyes met the eyes of the beauty from the morning.
For a moment, they just stared at one another. Peyton held his hand up and waved slowly at him. The elevator closed, and Peyton figured that was the end of it. Seconds later, the doors opened again, and the guy stepped off. He walked directly over to Peyton. With each step that drew them closer, they felt something growing between them.
They stood face to face. Their eyes were smiling at one another. No one else seemed to matter or be in the room. It was just the two of them staring down an unknown path. They were like a slow-burning candle. The flame that was burning was going to be impossible to blow out, and the only blowing these two were interested in was the blowing of one another.
“I’m Kai,” he extended his hand as he introduced himself.
“Kai? Nice to meet you. I’m Peyton,” he told him as he took hold of Kai’s hand.
Kai smiled and said, “I hope the rest of me is as nice as my ass!”
Peyton blushed, “I intend to find out, but something tells me… it is.”
They both smiled brighter than they had ever smiled before. They continued to shake each other’s hands. The night had just gotten better, and the road down the unknown path had officially begun. The path to an erotic affair!
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