Lascivious
Jack and Aidan met up at the Foundation Bar, a fun tiki bar in Milwaukee. Harrison was traveling with Justin in London, closing on some projects. Now that things were back to some form of normal, Aidan and Jack would go on the occasional date. Harrison was cool with it, as long as things didn’t go too far like they did before. With Aidan now in a relationship with Dillon, the danger of Jack and Aidan getting too intense seemed to be over.
They sat at a table in a dark corner of the small, but popular bar. They were drinking one of those giant drinks made for multiple people. Each of the drank from a straw, often face to face and very cozy. It was a fun night and they were getting flirty, as they would normally do. Aidan had a lot of news to share with Jack.
“Man, you are a lifesaver…again. Jimmy is over the moon at what you guys did to keep him from having to go back home. That kid is really something else. I really dig him.”
“I hate to say it, but money does fix a lot of things. A greedy bitch like his stepmother was easy to persuade. His father didn’t seem too happy, but he’s so henpecked that he didn’t have a say in the matter. Fuck them. Jimmy is better off here with a mentor like you.”
“I still can’t believe that I’m someone he looks up to. I still haven’t figured my own shit out.”
“You’re doing just fine. I am especially happy that you and Dillon are together. Dillon is…well, you know…he’s very fucking important to me. Seeing him as happy as he is, makes me very happy. I think you two are a pretty unique couple, in a good way. And now you and Harrison can commiserate about the ancient old men you fuck.”
“You kill me. Oh, um, can I ask how much it cost you to make Jimmy’s parents go away?”
“Well, Wagner is a prick. He hated that woman. He and her argued constantly. It is amazing we got the deal done. But, he had a great idea. His cunt of a stepmother really didn’t deserve to be set for life. We only gave her $250,000.”
“Seriously? That’s it? I put that much in Jimmy’s bank account for him to fuck around with.”
“Ah, but there’s more. That certainly wasn’t enough for her to not pursue anything, so Wagner set up her two girls with massive trust accounts. Those two girls will never have to worry about anything. They each have $100 million that will be completely theirs when they turn 18. They are going to need it for the therapy they will have to go through thanks to their cunty mother.”
“That’s fucking amazing. Everytime I hear about you doing something like that, it gets me hard.”
“You get hard when the wind blows. Oh, there’s one other thing that you might need to check up on. Jimmy has to contact his father at least once a week. It could be a text to say hello, a phone call, an email or just a card in the mail. He needs to keep his father involved in his life somehow. The poor sap almost cried when I put that in the contract.”
“It must fucking suck to be so weak. I’ll make sure Jimmy keeps in touch with his dad. I’ll make sure it is something meaningful too. I wish I could talk to my dad. Ok, enough about the brat. I have something else to talk to you about. Something that might not go well.”
Jack knew this moment was coming. “You want out of the campaign.”
Aidan was stunned. He couldn’t believe Jack beat him to the punch. “Are you fucking serious? God damn it Jack! How did you know? What the fuck? Was I that obvious?”
“No, it wasn’t that. You’ve been through a lot recently. Since I am also getting the help I need in therapy, I know how it can change your perspective. I know you really want to do this, but I also know you agreed to it during a time that you wanted to make me happy. I’m fine with it. I know who can jump right in and I think we can still make incredible plans for you.”
“Fuck you, Jack. Do you know how much I have been stressing about telling you. And fuck it if Dillon and Natalia weren’t right. You aren’t mad at me. I thought for sure I would piss you off.”
“Forcing you to stay in the race, or getting all angry over you making a decision that is best for you are not things I would do. If it was only three weeks until election day, I’m sure I’d be a little upset. We can fix this and still win big. Marco Padano is going to be the guy now. He’ll clean up in the primary and the Republicans won’t have a candidate. There is something I will ask you to consider.”
“What, Jack. I’ll do whatever I have to.”
“I want you to work on his campaign, get to know what it is all about. You made some big impressions on some people and you have a lot to learn. Once he’s in office, I think you should go work for him. Get your sexy feet wet.”
“Jack, you’re fucking awesome. You can worship my sexy fucking feet all night if you want.”
“I was planning on worshiping a lot more than your feet.”
“We need to suck this drink down so you can start sucking my dick.”
It took them longer than they anticipated to finish their huge tiki drink, but they did. Once they got back to the penthouse, they were all over each other. Within minutes, Aidan had Jack pressed up against the giant window and was pounding away at him. He was fucking Jack forcefully and roughly, just as he liked it. If there was anyone Aidan didn’t have to hold back with, it was Jack. As the night wore on, Aidan used Jack hard, fucking and fisting him, throat fucking him, choking him and snacking him around. Jack pushed Aidan to get out his anger and to use him as his punching bag. Aidan loved that there were no limits with Jack.
It was late and this violent romp had been going on for a couple of hours. Aidan’s stamina was still in full effect. Jack was wearing down, but wanted to keep feeling the pain Aidan was giving him. It was one of the most intense nights they ever had together. In their final fuck of the night, Aidan sneered as he grabbed Jack by the arm and threw him to the floor in front of the staircase.
“Come on, fucker! Get up on those fucking stairs.” Aidan commanded. Jack said nothing and crawled up a few steps before Aidan was standing over him, pulling his head up by his hair and essentially dragging him up a few more steps. He slammed Jack against the stairs and roughly flipped him over, firmly planting his lips on Jack’s. “God fucking damn, Jack. I wish I cold fucking tear you to pieces. AAARRGGHHH, you make me fucking crazy!”
Jack loved how Aidan kissed him and how he talked to him. He sometimes wished he could let him go through with whatever demented thing was going through his head. Much like when Blaze owns him, he is willing to let them do anything at all.
“Do whatever you want to me you sick fucker.” Jack snapped at Aidan as he broke their kiss, pulled back, and slapped Jack in the face. Before he could say anything else, Aidan was lip locked with Jack again. He was being super aggressive. Not that he wasn’t all night, but this was extra. Aidan was feeling his deep love for Jack and his anger. When they mixed, it was beyond wild.
Aidan climbed up a few steps, his cock was covered in the stench of fucking Jack so much and was rock hard, oozing precum. Jack swallowed the whole of his cock like nothing and went right to work blowing Aidan – something he was pretty fucking awesome at. Jack could deep throat cock like no one else. On some nights, he’d work slowly, getting Aidan eased into his cock worship. THat wasn’t going to happen tonight. Aidan took control and rage fucked Jack’s face. He was harsh, roughly grabbing Jack’s tiny balls and squeezing them, pulling and twisting on them in the process. Jack loved how much it hurt.
Aidan abruptly yanked his cock out of Jack’s mouth, pissing on his face for a bit. Jack held his mouth open to catch and swallow as much as he could. Aidan leaned down just enough to shove his tongue down Jack’s throat. He grabbed onto Jack’s throat pretty tightly. As he pressed on Jack’s neck, he stopped kissing him. He just stared right into his eyes. The intensity on his face was blinding. Aidan seemed possessed, glaring at Jack with a dark, disturbing look. His usually sparkling eyes were like pools of ink and blood. Jack came hard just seeing the rage Aidan had in him. Aidan violently flipped Jack around pushing his face into a stair.
“I love to use your fucking ass.” Aidan said in a low, raspy voice. His calmness was eerie. “God, I want to fuck you up so fucking much.” He whispered in Jack’s ear. Aidan grabbed onto Jack’s hips and pulled them up just enough so his ass was arched up. He dropped to his knees and spread his ass apart and dug his tongue right into his abused asshole. His tongue darted in and out, circling and digging and licking. It was intense. Jack pushed out just enough to give him his rosebud to suck on. Aidan moaned his satisfaction as he fucked Jack’s prolapse with his mouth. He finally spit on the swollen, red hole and stood up.
Aidan aimed his cock right at Jack’s well-eaten hole. Jack could feel his precum-covered cock pressing against his hole as he pushed right in, pushing his rosebud back inside. Aidan didn’t hold back. He shoved his cock – all 11 thick inches of it – all the way into Jack, hard. Jack shrieked in pain from the force. That just encouraged him to do it again. He kept thrusting into Jack faster and harder - the way Aidan was known for fucking. He had Jack uncomfortably pressed against the stairs with one arm and his knees. He was holding tightly onto his hip with the other as he rape-fucked Jack with all of his might.
This rough fucking continued for a while, easily 15 minutes or more. Aidan had stamina, there was almost no limit to how long he could go. He was finally feeling his energy wane, hours after they had started. Finally, Jack felt Aidan thrust one last time and held his cock inside him. He twisted Jack’s head around so he could see his face. He held it there as he just stared at Jack. Aidan’s piercing stare was focused right into Jack’s eyes. It was like he could see inside of him, like he could see his soul. His rage eased up.
Aidan slid his hands up and down Jack’s chest, feeling his modest body. He kept sliding his hands up and down with more and more pressure, using his nails and digging into him. He never broke his stare, his cock just buried deep inside him. Aidan’s hands eventually made it around Jack’s throat. He slowly tightened them. Jack didn’t move, his heart was beating out of his chest. He just wished Aidan would crack and go too far. It seems no amount of therapy will cure Jack of his perverted death wish.
Slowly, Aidan started to fuck Jack. It was a slow deliberate fuck, easing his cock all the way out and right back in again. He never lost his rhythm or let the intensity of his stare ease up. He squeezed his hands more tightly. Jack could feel his breathing becoming more labored. His face was changing color, his eyes were getting hazy. Finally, Aidan lessened his grip and Jack could feel the blood rush, get all lightheaded, and then he’d tighten them again. He held this grip as he increased the pace of his fucking. He started to go faster and faster, deeper and deeper, as he held onto Jack’s neck with a firm grip.
Jack felt lightheaded. Aidan was holding on too tight. Jack let out a barely audible, raspy noise. Not knowing if it was protest or encouragement, Aidan ignored it and kept pounding away at Jack with even more intensity, if that was even possible. Jack’s back was hurting from being pushed against the stairs, his throat was numb and he felt he was fading. Aidan finally made one last thrust and let out a growl at the top of his lungs as he simultaneously let go of Jack’s neck and shot a fire hose of cum into him. Jack could feel his monster cock pulsing as he shot stream after stream. He felt the warmth of Adain’s cum coating my insides and the rush of blood flowing back to his head. After Aidan finished filling Jack’s ass, pulled out and stepped back, almost losing his balance and falling down the stairs. He leaned back on the rail, breathing heavily.
Jack couldn’t move. He was completely wiped out by this wild fuck. Incredibly, Aidan still wasn’t done. He knelt down again and leaned forward, grabbing Jack’s still hard cock. He took his little cock into his mouth and started sucking him gently, but intensely. Aidan was determined to make Jack cum for the first time all night. This wasn’t too difficult given how much Jack had been edged to this point. He let out a loud yelp and just unloaded into his boy’s mouth. Aidan sucked and slurped Jack’s cum as if it would save his life. He sucked every last drop out of Jack and then stood up, offering his hand. He helped Jack up and then helped get Jack up to bed. Once in bed, Aidan crawled over Jack and laid down on top of him. He kissed Jack and then just rested his head on Jack’s chest and cuddled him. They both just laid there breathing heavily, sweating, trying to come back to life.
After what seemed like hours, but was only about ten minutes, Aidan said hoarsley, “holy fucking Christ dude. What the fuck was that?”
“I’m not sure I know. That was all you. Fuck. I can’t explain it. I have no complaints. Well, maybe not stairs next time. My fucking back is killing me. I am kinda old, you know.”
“I know. I wanted you. Badly. Not just like usual. I wanted to own you. Fuck, Jack. You say you are old, but I don’t know anyone who could handle what I just did.”
“You fucking owned me dude. You totally fucking owned me. I thought you were going to end me.”
“I know. Sorry. I wouldn’t hurt you like that. Or would I? You weren’t scared? Because now I’m a little freaked out that I almost fucking strangled you.” Aidan looked at the bruises on Jack[s neck. “Damn. That’s bad, Jack. You’re too important to me. I just…I… kinda lost control. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I need to get some fucking control.”
“You’re fine. You stopped when you needed to. I’m not going to say I wanted you to. I need a drink. I’ll go get some beers.”
“Jack, are you serious? You weren’t going to even try to stop me? Are you ok? That’s…fuck, Jack. I don’t want you to…die.”
“Hey, don’t worry. I didn’t die and I won’t die anytime soon. It’s a weird fucking thing about me. I mean, it's fucking mental illness. I guess I need to tell you the story about this place. Tonight isn’t the first time I almost died here. Wait! I didn’t almost die. It was fine. You caught yourself. We’re good.” Jack got up to go downstairs and get their beers.
“You need to bring up something way fucking stronger than beer.”
***
When Jack returned, he told Aidan the story of how he met Alex and what he did to him in the pool and how he wanted Alex to kill him, and how it happened in that penthouse. He told him about the death wish he once had and how he’s found ways to deal with it, and try to heal.
“Look, Aidan, I want to live. I finally feel like I have something to live for. Harrison. You. Blaze, Calista. You get the picture. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Please, let’s not do that again Jack. I couldn’t live with myself if I did that to you.”
They cuddled each other in bed, drinking and smoking, getting down to a more cozy level. Jack felt bad that he slipped into his old self and pushed Aidan into his bad place. As soon as Jack thinks he’s gotten past his issues, they somehow crop up again.
“I’m sorry, Aidan. It was really fucking wrong of me to put you through that.”
“We’re good Jack. I love you too much to be mad at you. I’m not going to lie. That was fucking awesome.”
Not knowing what else to say, Jack just leaned in on Aidan and kissed him. They passionately made out with one another for a few minutes. When they pulled back, Jack ran his hand through Aidan’s thick hair and smiled at him.
“I think you and I are going to be alright, Aidan.”
“I hope so, Jack.” Aidan said as he nuzzled his face into Jack’s neck. They laid still and silent for a long time. Despite being completely wiped out, neither of them could sleep.
***
Some of Harrison’s ideas are being turned into real projects. With Justin’s focus on environmentally sustainable buildings, Harrison has been incredibly skilled at designing major projects. If he didn’t have to go through the educational motions, Harrison was almost ready to be a full scale architect.
Justin has become sort of a mentor to Harrison, guiding him through the business just as he was by Jack. The more Harrison gets involved in the real work of the firm, the less he is involved in being the office slut, not that he doesn’t provide his special services whenever he can. Justin, and Wesley take full advantage of Harrison’s other skill set.
They traveled to London to close on a few big projects. Justin and Harrison had just wrapped up a meeting with their London team and were sitting at the bar at the Ham Yard Hotel, one of the hotels in the firm’s portfolio.
“You constantly impress me, boy. I don’t know how you are so knowledgeable about this shit, but damn, you talk circles around people who have been doing this for years.” Justin said proudly as he sipped his drink.
“Between you and Jack and some of the guys in the office, I have some of the best teachers.”
“Yeah, but you know stuff we haven’t taught you. You’re like a sustainability Rain Man. Your designs are super fucking cool too. No twenty-one year old architecture student is having his ideas realized like you are.”
“Well, thanks. I’m really enjoying this. I wish I didn’t lose my sketchbook when I was homeless. I’ve been drawing buildings and stuff since I was little.”
“I’m proud of the work you’re doing and also impressed that you can do so much while taking so much cock. You are a super talent.” Justin said as he gave Harrison a gentle punch in his arm. “Did Jack tell you about his surprise for you?”
“Surprise? No. What surprise?”
“Jack said you’ve been wanting to meet someone famous. He set something up for you. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, you are going by yourself. I have no interest in going to a loud ass hip hop concert.”
“What? Hip hop? What concert am I going to?” Harrison was becoming really excited. “Mod Sun? Shaboozey? Oh, shit, Kid LAROI?”
“I have no idea who the fuck any of those people are. You’re going to see Machine Gun Kelly.”
Harrison stood up and put his hands on the top of his head. His face lit up. “Are you fucking serious? MACHINE GUN KELLY?!?!?! No fucking way. He’s not even touring!”
“Fuck if I know what the deal is.” Justin was scrolling through his phone. He found the message and forwarded it to Harrison. “All the details are there. If we were going to see the Pet Shop Boys, I’d be going with you.”
“I’d be totally fucking into that too. I can’t believe I’m going to see MGK. This is fucking wild!” Harrison started reading the email. “Holy fuck! It’s an invitation only pop up show! Justin, this is the coolest shit ever. Are you sure you can’t bring yourself to join me?”
“I would rather be fucked with a rusty chain saw.”
“Um, a little fucking extreme, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, well, the show is tomorrow. I will count you out of any meetings on Friday. And do me a favor? Please be careful with the party drugs. I don’t need to tell Jack we need to pick you up from the morgue. Please?”
“Yes, I will be careful. I’ll stick to booze. Maybe some coke. Or a little E. Anyway, I’ll be careful.”
“How much dick do you have lined up for tonight? Your phone has been dinging all evening.”
“I could keep pretty busy. Um, unless you have another idea? I mean, this is a work trip, so I am responsible for certain, uh, services, right?” Harrison gives Justin a lustful look. “I had plenty of fun last night with a couple of brit boys.”
“With all the fresh cock you could have and you still want to play with me?”
“Dude. You are hot as fuck and honestly, no one is going to open me up like you will with that fucking beast.”
“Ok, then.” Justin stood up and downed his drink, then stepped away from the bar. “I’ll expect you to be on your knees at my door in 30 minutes. You’ll get extra points if you’re naked.”
Harrison was good at following directions, especially when it came to sex. As asked by Justin, he knelt down naked outside his hotel room at the designated time, his clothes in a plastic bag next to him. A woman walked by and gave him an interested glance, smiling playfully at him. Harrison politely returned her smile before turning his attention back to the door. He wasn't sure if he should knock or continue waiting, but he didn't have to decide because Justin opened the door for him. He towered over Harrison, dressed in a loud silk blouse with bold patterns and skin-tight pink pants. Despite being so sexually masculine, an aggressive and dominant top, Justin presented himself like a flamboyant femme. As Harrison started to enter the room, Justin placed a hand on his head and stopped him. "Stay right there, boy," he commanded.
“Justin, we can’t do this. People will walk by and see us.”
“Well, then they’ll see what a great cocksucker you are.”
“Justin, please. We could get in serious trouble. I don’t want to end up in a British jail.”
“Oh really?” Justin teased as he began to close the door. “I’m sure there are plenty of guys on Grindr who would be happy to have you suck them off tonight.”
Harrison quickly put his hand up to stop the door from closing. “Fine! I’ll do whatever you want.”
Justin patted Harrison on the head affectionately as he unzipped his pants and revealed his massive member. They had a special kind of relationship where they could push each other to new limits. "You're ready for this."
Harrison's hands trembled as he wrapped them around Justin's thick cock. He knew what was expected of him, but it seemed impossible. "No way, Justin. You know I can't do that."
Justin chuckled and ran a hand through Harrison's hair. "Don't be such a wimp. I know you can handle it. If anyone can take my dick, it's you."
Harrison knew the task at hand would be a challenge. Justin's impressive length was already dripping with precum, making his head slick and inviting. As Harrison looked up in amazement at the massive 15-inch cock in front of him, he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation. Wrapping both hands around a third of the way down, Harrison started to lap up the sweet precum with enthusiasm. "I can't believe how freakishly big this thing is, you're like a fucking mutant." Harrison exclaimed.
But that didn't deter him from wanting to please Justin. Their friendship, mentorship, and Justin being an incredible fuck all made Harrison eager to please him. Even though Justin was rough and dominant, he handled Harrison with care, knowing that he could do things with him that other guys couldn't handle.
With determination, Harrison opened his mouth as wide as possible, readying himself for the first attempt at taking Justin's cock in his mouth. Most guys struggled to deepthroat Justin's size, but Harrison was one of the few who could handle even a third of it. And while others hit their limit at the thickest part - about 4 inches thick - Harrison had taken more of Justin's cock down his throat than anyone else, even Jack.
Harrison continued attempting to conquer Justin's massive pole. He had developed his own method for handling the beast and was determined to be the first boy to succeed in getting more than halfway down. After struggling for a while, Harrison pulled away, gasping for air. "Holy shit, Justin. Can we go back inside now?"
Justin laughed and replied, "no way, boy. You can only come inside when you can take at least six inches of this beast." He let out another chuckle and added, "oh, do I need to get you high first?"
Harrison protested, "my teeth will hurt no matter whose cock it is. I'm trying to be good this trip, remember?" He reached up again and wrapped both hands around Justin's nearly fully erect shaft, running his tongue along the underside until he reached the tip, which was already dripping with precum. He used his tongue to lick it all up, also using it to lubricate his mouth. Justin let out a moan as Harrison slowly took the massive head into his mouth and gently sucked on it. He swirled his tongue around the head, causing Justin to buck slightly.
Harrison's hand tightened around the veiny pole in front of him, causing Justin to moan and move his hips in perfect rhythm. With each stroke, Harrison could feel Justin's cock responding, growing harder and thicker until it was fully erect. As they worked together towards their goal, Harrison eagerly took the thick, girthy member into his mouth, sucking and licking it while letting his tongue do most of the work. By now, he had more than six inches of Justin’s cock in his mouth.
Lost in the moment, Harrison forgot that they were still in the hallway. Suddenly, he heard a door open and two cute boys walked down the hall, stopping to stare at the scene in front of them. Without hesitation, Justin invited them to join in on the fun. "Hey guys, I'm sure he'll suck your cocks too. Just stop by later and you can have him when I'm done," he said with a mischievous grin.
“Bloody hell, is there gonna be anything left of him after that massive todger gives him a go?” One boy exclaimed, eyeing the scene with disbelief. His hand was in his pants, stroking his own member.
“Check out his knob. It’s massive too!” His friend chimed in, also fondling himself.
“If you want a go at him, come back later. Take him to your room. He’ll do whatever you want.”
With Justin's horse cock still filling his mouth, Harrison shot him a snarky look. Despite this, he couldn't help but find the two boys kind of cute. Just as this exchange was happening, the woman from earlier appeared once again. "This hotel is just delightful," she exclaimed.
Justin grabbed Harrison by his hair and pulled him into his room. "Enough of that, let's go," he said dismissively to the onlookers.
"Fucking hell, Justin," Harrison grumbled as he rubbed his aching jaw. "I didn't sign up for this show and tell session or to be pimped out." He collapsed onto the bed, clearly displeased and pouty
“That was absolutely hilarious.” Justin chuckled as he sat down on the bed and gave Harrison's ass a friendly smack. “Come on, don't be such a baby. Admit it, you had a great time. You love being the center of attention. And what you were doing...it was impressive.”
Harrison flipped onto his back and sat up, facing Justin. “It's my ultimate goal to take your massive dick all the way into my mouth, even if it kills me. But damn, it will be worth it.” He playfully smacked Justin's cock, causing him to jump back in surprise. “I love performing for an audience, just maybe not in the fucking hallway of a hotel.”
“I enjoyed the attention from people watching us. I'm not usually into public sex, but it was fun how much they wanted to see you in action. Let's be real, you are one hot piece of ass.”
“Speaking of my ass, how about fuck the shit out of me now?”
“Oh, I'm going to fuck you. Rough and hard.”
“Yes, that's exactly what I want.” Harrison pulled Justin closer to him, “I want you to go harder than ever.”
“You ready, boy?” Justin flipped Harrison over and lifted his hips up so he was doggy style. As he pressed his large head against Harrison's stretched hole, there was little resistance. Harrison could feel it, he wanted it, he begged for it.
“FUCK! Justin! Give it to me! FUCK ME GODDAMN IT!!”
With all his strength, Justin pushed himself deep into Harrison. An initial scream escaped from Harrison's lips before he moaned in pure ecstasy. Justin held still, allowing Harrison to adjust to the massive intrusion inside him.
“Justin! JUST DO IT!” Harrison pleaded. “I know you're not a pussy, fuck me! PLEASE FUCK ME!”
Justin's unrelenting gaze bore into Harrison, his body tensed with intense desire as he thrust into the boy beneath him. Harrison's eyes rolled back in his head, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain. The primal grunts and moans that escaped from his lips only drove Justin's rough instincts further, spurring him to push harder and fuck deeper.
"I'm going to destroy you," Justin growled, reveling in the rush of power that came with inflicting both pain and pleasure. He didn't care about hurting Harrison; he knew the boy could take it. Giving in fully to his darker desires, Justin pounded mercilessly, not holding back for a single moment. The wild howls and cries of ecstasy from Harrison only fueled his insatiable hunger.
With each forceful thrust, Justin lifted Harrison off the bed, using him like a ragdoll as he slammed him down on his cock again and again. Desperately trying to hold on, Harrison clung to Justin as if he were a lifeline. But Justin's grip was unyielding, leaving bruises on Harrison's skin as he used him like a human fleshlight, plunging deep inside until they both reached their climax in a wild and violent release.
“Holy fucking hell!” Harrison screamed, his voice echoing throughout the room.
“Oh fuck...fuck...FUUUCK!!”
Justin pumped his hot seed into Harrison like a powerful fire hose. The intense pleasure shot through the boy’s body as Justin filled him up. There was so much cum that it overflowed from Harrison's stretched hole and dripped down his legs. Justin pulled out, leaving an emptiness where his cock belonged. His cum seeped out of Harrison's gaping hole and just drooled everywhere. Justin threw Harrison onto the bed, and as he slid against the smooth surface, Harrison climaxed in an explosive release.
"Wow, that was fucking incredible," said Harrison, panting heavily.
"I love fucking you, Harry. You're the best fucking bottom," replied Justin with a satisfied grin.
***
Harrison showed up at the MOTH Club. He was greeted by the bouncers as if her were the most important person ever. He was escorted to a seating area that was just off the front of the stage. It was obviously a VIP area. Harrison felt weird there by himself, so he walked around the club and invited random people to join him.
There was no opener. Once the lights went down, MGK stepped onto the stage and began his set. He didn’;t just sing what everyone knew, he tried new stuff. He was amazing. Harrison salivated watching the hot rapper perform. MGK, also known as Colson Baker, was beyond amazing. At several points during the show, he looked over at Harrison. Jack had set things up, including letting MGK know exactly who Harrison was.
MGK stopped for a brief intermission. He walked over to Harrison and introduced himself. “Hey there. I’m Colson. You must be Harrison.”
“Um, uh, um, yeah. I am, uh, Harrrrrii…sssson. Oh my fucking god.”
“Are you ok? I’;m no differnet than any other person here.”
“Uh, no. You’re the hottest fukcing person here.”
“I’ll be looking for you when the show is over. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Oh my fucking god.” Harrison was beside himslef. The ranbdos he was sitting with were blown away. “You know MGK!?!”
“I guess I do.” Harrison said. “ Well, my fucking husband does.”
“Can we meet him too?”
“I guess I can make that happen.”
When the show was over, Colson walked up to Harrison. “Hey hottie.”
“Hey! Can I introduce you to my friends?” Harrison made sure the girls and boys he was with got to have their MGK time. Colson was more than generous with his time.
“Jack told me you were adorable. He’s so fucking wrong.”
Harrison looked at Colson with confusion. “Wrong?”
“Yeah. He was way off.” Colson brushed his hand down Harrison’s face. “You are fucking hot as fuck. Beautiful, actually. Fuck. Jack, I owe you.”
“Um, ok. I’m not all that. You, though. Fuck.”
“Wanna come to my hotel?”
***
As they step into Colson's hotel room, Harrison lets out a sigh of relief. The star's intoxicating scent fills the air, a combination of sweat and patchouli that arouses Harrison.
"Whew, I'm knackered," Harrison exclaims as he flops onto the luxurious sofa in the room. Colson can't help but chuckle at Harrison's drunken behavior, his eyes following the movement of Harrison as he sprawls out on the soft cushions. It's an enticing sight that stirs something within Colson.
"What did you say?" Colson teases, clearly enjoying Harrison's antics.
"I picked it up on this trip," Harrison explains. "It means I'm completely drained."
"Well, I hope you're not too knackered," Colson replies with a playful grin as he pours them each a generous glass of whiskey.
Harrison laughs warmly, shaking his head as his sharp gray eyes meet Colson's just as he hands him a cold glass. "I'm never that exhausted, mate," he clarifies with a grateful smile.
"You're still trying to sound like a Brit, and it's absolutely adorable. As if you weren't already cute enough," jokes Colson, playfully ruffling Harrison's long dirty blonde hair and enjoying the softness beneath his fingers. Harrison feigns annoyance but can't help smiling as Colson finally lets go of his hair and disappears into the bedroom.
Harrison takes small sips of the amber liquid in his glass, keeping an eye on Colson through the corner of his eye as he emerges from the bedroom with comfortable clothes in hand. Colson tosses a baggy t-shirt and jogging bottoms at Harrison, hitting him square in the face. Harrison scowls playfully as Colson laughs and puts on his own shirt.
“Wanker,” Harrison mutters under his breath as he tears his eyes away from Colson's tattooed, well-defined chest. He can't help but feel the urge to run his fingers over every dip and curve of his body, wanting to explore every inch of his toned physique.
Colson watches with hypnotic fascination as Harrison stands up and removes his shirt, revealing his own toned form. A low groan escapes his lips as he runs a trembling hand through his hair. His gaze lingers on Harrison's exposed skin, unable to resist the sight.
As Harrison's nimble fingers work on unbuttoning his jeans, Colson swallows and holds his breath in anticipation. He can't help but stare at Harrison's bare chest, lost in the moment.
Unable to resist any longer, Colson steps closer until their bodies are pressed together, causing Harrison to gasp in surprise. The warmth of their bare skin against each other sends shivers down Colson's spine, and he accidentally brushes against Harrison's hardening length with his hand. "What...what are you doing?" Harrison stammers nervously, barely above a whisper. Their heavy breathing fills the otherwise silent room, and Harrison's cheeks flush red at the closeness between them.
“You know why we’re here, boy. I want you,” Colson says in a low growl, his warm breath hitting the back of Harrison’s neck as he smirks with satisfaction. A shiver runs through Harrison as he groans softly in response. “You want me too, don’t you?” Colson trails his fingers along Harrison’s spine, enjoying the way the young man’s body responds to his touch with goosebumps and arching movements.
Harrison inhales sharply, his chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement as Colson’s rough hands wrap around his waist and trace teasing patterns on his hips. “Is this okay?” Colson asks in a breathy voice, placing a gentle kiss on Harrison's shoulder and exploring the soft, exposed skin with his fingertips.
Harrison slowly whispers, "Fuck yeah, it is," leaning his head back to rest on Colson's broad shoulder. The intoxicating aroma of Colson's scent surrounds him as he takes a deep breath. Colson leans in, kissing Harrison gently on the lips before pulling away and planting another quick one on his jawline. "I can't believe I'm here alone with Machine Gun Kelly," Harrison says, exhaling shakily as he relaxes against Colson's chest. His strong, calloused hands glide teasingly over Harrison's toned stomach.
Colson expertly maneuvers Harrison in his arms, and the boy blinks up at him as he unbuttons and slides down his jeans. Then, he wraps his large hands around the bare skin of Harrison's thighs. With a firm grip, Colson lifts Harrison off the ground, causing him to squeal in surprise before instinctively wrapping his legs around Colson's waist
Colson's lips meet Harrison's in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining with each other. As Harrison moans softly, Colson tightens his grip on his thighs and deepens the kiss. He savors the taste of the boy on his tongue, savoring every moment as he explores the wet heat between his lips. With a satisfied whimper, Harrison succumbs to the pleasure of the kiss.
Colson effortlessly carries him into the bedroom of his suite, not breaking their kiss for a second. He lays Harrison gently on the bed and continues to deepen the kiss with hunger. His eyes roam hungrily over Harrison's toned body, admiring his beauty as he lies sprawled across the bed. The sight of Harrison's long hair falling messily across the pillows, his flushed face and ragged breaths only add to Colson's desire for him. With dark gray eyes fixed on Colson, Harrison becomes a captivating image burned into Colson's memory forever.
A low growl escapes from the blonde's throat, a predatory glint in his captivating blue eyes as he slowly climbs onto the bed, his decorated nails grazing the inside of Harrison's thigh, leaving behind faint scratches on the sensitive skin. Harrison leans back onto the pillows, moaning softly under the presence of this man who seems like a dream.
Colson gently cups Harrison's cheek, adoration shining in his blue eyes as he hovers over Harrison's tiny body. "You are so beautiful," Colson whispers tenderly, lightly tracing the smooth flesh of Harrison's lower lip with his rough thumb.
Harrison playfully takes Colson's thumb between his lips, causing the blonde to release a shaky breath. His pupils dilate and his cheeks flush pink as he watches his digit disappear into Harrison's mouth. Colson shivers as Harrison's teeth gently nip at the tip of his thumb, luring it further into the wet heat of his skilled mouth. Their eyes lock, and Colson groans in pleasure before pressing his forehead against Harrison's.
With arousal swirling in his gut, Colson's thumb slips out of Harrison's mouth with a cute pop. The wet digit glistens in the dimly lit room, still resting against Harrison's lip. He gazes up at Colson and tenderly presses a kiss to his thumb before pulling him down for a sweet kiss, his hands tangled in Colson's spiky locks.
Colson lets out a low, guttural moan as he kisses Harrison deeply, his hands tangled in his thick hair. He tugs on it roughly, exposing the soft skin of his neck. Harrison gasps at the sharp pain but can't help but moan as Colson trails wet kisses down his neck, the stubble on his face leaving red marks on his fair skin. "Fuck," Harrison breathes out as Colson sucks a bruise into his delicate skin, his tongue soothingly tracing over the mark.
"I don’t know if I can hold back much longer," Colson whispers hoarsely against Harrison's neck, grinding his arousal against Harrison's thigh. He clings onto him tightly, nails scratching at the inked flesh as they writhe together.
Harrison lets out a desperate whine as he grinds his hips against Colson's, their hard erections brushing each other. Their fingers tangle together, and Colson holds Harrison's hands above his head while searching his startling blue eyes.
"Are you sure?" Colson asks cautiously, keeping one hand firmly on Harrison's wrists and the other gripping his hip tightly. Colson can't resist any longer and leans down to claim Harrison's lips in a rough kiss, groaning into his mouth as they thrust against each other.
"I am so fucking sure," Harrison whispers softly, the atmosphere between them turning intimate with those words. "I'll do anything with you. Anything at all." His voice is filled with desire and longing as he gazes up at Colson.
“Anything?” Colson asks without any hesitation, Colson knows there isn’t anything he wouldn't do for this boy. He leans in and plants a tender kiss on Harrison's forehead, filled with love and adoration. Swiftly, he switches their positions so that Harrison is now straddling his waist, using his hands to steady himself against Colson's bare chest.
"You're perfect," Colson says in awe as his eyes roam over Harrison's body.
"Please," Harrison pleads as Colson effortlessly removes his pants and discards them haphazardly. His fingers play with the waistband of Harrison's boxers, his focus solely on the boy in front of him. Harrison kisses him messily.
"Please fuck me, Colson," Harrison begs breathlessly, enjoying the feeling of him trembling beneath him.
Colson lets out a low growl, his words dripping with lust as he flips Harrison onto his back. He leans down, pressing his muscular body against Harrison's, their breaths mingling as they both laugh in excitement.
They quickly strip off their remaining clothes, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Colson cups Harrison's cheek, his own body shaking with desire as he hovers over him.
"Do you trust me?" Colson asks softly, Harrison's hot breaths grazing his lips. "Jack did, so I do."
At the mention of Jack, Colson can't help but smile. He and Jack have shared some unforgettable moments together. "You've been talking about Jack all night," he teases.
Harrison lets out an embarrassed laugh. "I can't help it. I love him more than anything. Jack is literally everything to me. Every. Fucking. Thing."
A dazzling smile lights up Colson's face, “I fucking love hearing that. It is so fucking sweet.” Harrison can feel his heart flutter in response. A smile forms on his own lips as he leans in to kiss Colson. The blonde trails slow kisses and bites down Harrison's stomach, leaving a trail of little bruises in his wake.
"Collllsssson," Harrison moans, arching his hips for more friction.
"Mmm, I love it when you say my name like that," Colson purrs, gazing up at Harrison with wet lips. He takes Harrison's length into his mouth, savoring the salty taste of precum as his tongue teases the flushed head. Blue eyes locked on Harrison's, he savors every sensation.
“Fucking hell!” Harrison gasps as Colson takes him deep in his mouth, the heat and tightness almost too much to handle. With slender hands tangled in Colson's hair, Harrison can't help but tug harshly as Colson moans around him, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.
"This is insane," Harrison pants, thrusting into Colson's mouth as he struggles to keep control. He looks down at Colson, who is eagerly taking him in, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze.
Colson pulls back with a loud slurp, teasing Harrison's cock with his tongue before crawling up his body. "You're incredible," he growls possessively, wiping his mouth on his hand before capturing Harrison's lips in a fierce kiss.
Harrison moans, still tasting himself on Colson's tongue as it invades his mouth. He whimpers and writhes beneath him. “Colllllssssooonnnn…”
"Mmmm, I got you, Harrison," Colson murmurs softly, reaching for a bottle of lube from the nightstand next to his bed. He kneels between Harrison's legs, pushing gently at his thighs, encouraging him to open wider. As a slick finger teases his entrance, Harrison shivers with pleasure. Colson slowly works the finger past his sphincter, stretching and preparing him before adding a second finger. Colson is impressed by how easily he can access Harrison's insides.
Harrison eagerly pushes down on the fingers, unable to get enough as he rides them expertly. Colson plants gentle kisses on his trembling thighs, “you’re so fucking beautiful…” he whispers. He watches in awe as Harrison takes in a third finger, and then a fourth. "Do you want me to fuck you or fist you?" Colson asks with a smirk, teasingly offering both options.
Harrison's whole body shudders as Colson's skilled fingers tease his prostate, causing him to arch off the bed and gasp for air. "B-B-B-B-Both," Harrison stutters out, desperately begging for any kind of stimulation from Colson.
The blonde leans over Harrison, bracing his hands on either side of his head. "Are you sure?" he asks, the tip of his massive cock catching on Harrison's stretched hole.
"Fuck. Yes. Fuck…please, Colson," Harrison pleads, wrapping his arms tightly around Colson's back and pulling him closer. Colson gives in to a burning kiss, pouring all his emotions into this one moment with Harrison, hoping that he understands whatever Colson couldn't bring himself to say. As Colson gradually inches in, Harrison gasps hotly into his mouth, feeling intense pleasure mixed with slight pain as Colson's substantial length stretches him open. "Fuuuuuck…" Harrison whimpers, hiding his flushed face in the crook of Colson's neck.
Colson pauses, placing a comforting hand on Harrison's shoulder and gently playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. "It's okay, I've got you," he whispers soothingly as he reassures Harrison, even though it's unnecessary.
"Don't hold back," Harrison pleads softly into Colson's neck. As Colson slowly moves against him, the warmth between their bodies intensifies and Harrison can't help but make wrecked noises of pleasure escape his sinful lips. "Harder. Please. Harder." He moans, throwing his head back in ecstasy, his chest and throat flushing red from exertion.
Colson sets a relentless pace, his body trembling with exertion as he strains to hold on. “Damn, I’m not gonna last…damn it!!” Harrison's nails dig into Colson's back, causing sharp pains that only heighten the sensation.
"Fuck, Colson!" Harrison cries out in pleasure, his body arching off the bed as he reaches his climax. Colson lets out a deep groan and captures Harrison's lips in a passionate kiss, thrusting harder and deeper before finally exploding inside of him.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Colson pants and curses, rolling their bodies until Harrison is draped across his chest. He runs his fingers through Harrison's thick hair, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath against his chest.
Harrison gazes up at Colson with sparkling gray eyes, a happy smile on his lips. "That was fucking amazing," he whispers, placing a gentle kiss on Colson's open mouth.
Colson squints down at the smiling boy, taking in his disheveled appearance and the bruises scattered across his skin. A proud smile tugs at his lips as he notices the satisfied gleam in Harrison's eyes. "You're mine…well, for now you are," Colson growls contentedly, wrapping a strong arm around Harrison's waist and pulling him protectively against his chest as they bask in their post-coital bliss.
"I'm yours," Harrison murmurs sleepily, planting soft kisses on Colson's sweaty chest. Colson smiles warmly and strokes Harrison's hair, delighting in the weight of Harrison's relaxed body against his own.
“Colson? I, um, I gotta say, this wasn’t what I expected.” Colson looked at Harrison with a bit of concern. “Oh, no! This was so much fucking better. I mean, I thought you were just gonna rail me and send me on my way. You’re, um, much more real than that.”
“Don’t believe all the shit you see online.”
“So, um, are you busy tomorrow, I, uh, have been given a free pass. Maybe we can hang out? You know, we can fuck or we can do other fun stuff that might mean we have to wear clothes or something.”
“I would love to hang with you.” Colson looked at Harrison affectionately. “Don’t be mad, but I owe Jack big time for you. You are fucking awesome.”
“This was a favor Jack did for me. He knows me so fucking well. I think he probably knows you well too.”
“Jack is like no other human on the planet. He knows just what we all need. He fucking got my career started. I fucking love him.”
“He is the most unfuckingbelieveable human ever.”
