Author, Author Pt. 02

The first stop of my book tour was the Miami Book Fair. It was a giant affair that attracted dozens of authors and audiences in the hundreds. I did a solo reading event, then appeared on a panel along side Dennis Lehane and George Pelecanos, two giants of the genre. I felt like an interloper, but they were gracious and welcomed me as a peer. The Q and A session was lighthearted, and I bandied witticisms and critical insights with them for 90 minutes. The auditorium-sized crowd gave us a standing ovation at the end and flocked around each of us at the book signing table. It was a highlight of my professional life.

That evening, I sat at an ocean side Tiki Bar when a man slightly older than me took the next stool. He introduced himself as a fan and we started a pleasant conversation about books, mine in particular. The man -- Cole was his name -- was trim and almost luminescently tan. His hair was casually long and disheveled in the style of a surfer.

Out of the blue he said "You know, South Beach is famous for its gay nightlife. Have you ever made the scene?"

His slender fingers were manicured and dainty as they played atop my forearm. "Naw. I'm not into the club scene and the crowds."

His fingers disappeared and began to masterfully tease my thigh beneath the bar top. His grey eyes captured mine in a licentious leer as his moist tongue flicked his upper lip. I wondered if the protruding tongue was step two in the Gay Playbook, "Too bad. You would quickly gather a crowd there."

My cock began to stiffen and I did nothing to dissuade his attention as he continued, "Better yet, I would love to have you to myself. I would take that luscious body of yours and give you the time of your life." His fingers began to circle my swollen cock head. "I can say in all modesty that I have a splendid ass."

"In all modesty, you can say that?"

"Yes, Marc. I'm not bragging, merely repeating what men have said, too many for it to be untrue."

My cock was thrumming and I tried not to visibly squirm.

"I'm not doubting you, I just found it funny that you would say it that way." Cole made salacious sounds as I spoke. They were like randy purrs on a frequency that only a horn-dog could hear, subliminal signals that resonated with every nerve in my loins. I could feel a zillion ions in the space between us become charged with carnal electricity. Cole had reduced me to a horn-dog and I was in his thrall.

"Let's go," I said in a quivering gasp.

"Go where?"

"To my 18th floor room with ocean views," I stammered with the idiocy of a promotional pamphlet.

"Marc, the only view I'm interested in is your naked body and hard cock."

Using my backpack to conceal my hard-on, Cole and I scurried from the Tiki Bat to the elevators. Cole insisted we let the first elevator car go in hopes that we would have the next one to ourselves. We did, and when the door closed he moved in front of me and pressed himself to my groin. His ass felt lush and firm as he swaddled my cock between his cheeks and rocked it side to side. The elevator rushed us upward as ravenous blood engorged my cock, rising it within Cole's heavenly ass.

With a ding, the elevator came to a stop and the doors parted. We nearly broke into a trot down the hallway. Somehow, I retrieved my keycard and got the door open. Once inside, Cole threw his arms around me and our tongues were instantly locked in a winnowy, frantic dance. Our crotches joined in as my hands sought the bodacious plumpness of his ass. My fingers kneaded his flesh and pressed him more tightly. When we finally broke our kiss we were both panting for scarce breath.

He led me to the bedside as he deftly undid buttons and tossed my shirt aside. His mouth went to my nipple as his hands unfastened my pants. Gravity grabbed them and pulled them down. With one arm Cole held me close as his other hand gathered the tit he suckled. His slippery lips nibbled the nipple until it was hot with blood. His darting tongue soothed its fiery swelling. No one had every feasted on my nipple before. Strange jolts of pleasure shot through me as he chewed ravenously on the tender flesh.

Then Cole pushed me sprawling atop the mattress. Our eyes locked in a fevered stare as his hands wrenched off my jockeys. Then he tossed my kicks into the corner and stripped me of my socks. Only when he had me totally naked did his frenzy subside. His eyes made a slow survey of my body. They gaped at the sight. Leaning slightly forward, his hands rubbed my firm pecs. He moaned at their feel. My arms rose to meet him but he swatted them away.

"No," he admonished.

With slow grace, his fingertips traversed downward across my abs to the cradle of my crotch. My cock was hard and strained upward, but he would not touch it. Bending lower, he slowly inhaled the musk deeply into his lungs, then exhaled just as slowly, gently blowing tiny hot gusts over every inch of my throbbing manhood, letting me feel the heat of his passion. Finally, his fingertips traced across my cock as lightly as his breath. I writhed for more. He would not give it. Instead, he stood.

I could see the scheming behind his eyes as he gazed upon my flesh with the lecherous grin of a satyr. His shirt was tossed aside. His skin was burnt a perpetual bronze -- smooth, hairless, slightly fleshy. Deliberately, slowly, he unfastened his shorts and let them fall. Under them, he wore a golden, silky thong. Every inch of him was uniformly tan, indicating a nudist streak, and he was manscaped bare. His hard cock stretched the fabric taut.

His grin became wily as he slowly turned around revealing a perfect ass. The cheeks were sleek and bulbous, appearing voluptuous and firm, and were accented by the thong strap that disappeared into the deep cleft. Cole watched my reaction in the mirror as he made first one cheek, then the other dance, rising and jiggling in a licentious display of lewd dexterity. A forbidden thrill coursed through me.

"Like what you see?"

I couldn't stop staring. "Too many men were absolutely right." I teased. "Splendid as promised."

His fingers hooked the spaghetti straps and peeled the thong off. As he bent down, the bleached rosebud of his ass revealed itself and winked promiscuously. Then he turned. His hard shaft beckoned. Six inches long with a full, fleshy crown, as astonishingly tanned as the rest of him.

"Now lie in the middle of the bed," he commanded.

I did as I was told. In a kittenish crawl, Cole joined me. I reached for him. He took my wrists and pinned them over my head. His moist lips skirted atop mine. My mouth opened and my tongue emerged to play with his. Cole recoiled.

"No! Don't kiss me back. Just let me kiss you."

There seemed no choice but to comply as his succulent tongue bathed my lips in a teasing circuit. His mouth undulated upon mine as he twisted and toyed atop me. I was desperate to kiss him deeply but he forbade me. I ached to dance my tongue with his but he would not allow it. He permitted me only to moan and writhe beneath him.

He gathered both my wrists in one hand and reached for my cock with the other. As my lips became sloppy with his saliva, he caressed my cockhead and gently stroked my shaft. I moaned louder and strained upward, craving a mutual, hungry embrace. Still, he teased me and took pleasure in my lusting misery. Finally ...

"Now kiss me back."

My tongue leapt into his mouth and frolicked obscenely with his. With my arms still restrained, we exchanged the deepest, most desperate kiss of my life as he stroked my cock gracefully, masterfully. Our moans echoed off the walls. Our rutting snorts filled the air. A scent of pure smarmy musk filled the room.

"Do not move your arms," Cole commanded. His lips made a slow, wet trail downward. Again, he stopped at my nipples to slather each with nips and licks. Tremors of strange pleasure made me jump under his ministrations. Down, further, across my abs. "Marc, you are an Adonis." Then, moist kisses atop the tender crease where torso meets thigh. I squirmed as amorous tickles rocked my loins.

Finally, he arrived at my pulsing manhood. "Oh, Marc, what a beauty of a cock." He looked enraptured as he bathed my hardness with drool. He met my gaze with a mischievous wink. "Oh, boy," he said before sucking me deep in his luscious mouth.

With my arms splayed above me, I luxuriated in the ecstatic waves that his lips and tongue sent roiling up my spine. Cole bathed my crown with lush swirls of his tongue, noshed on the tender nerves of the base, and ravished my shaft deeply over and over again until I felt my splooge rise. "Not yet," I begged feebly.

He relented and made a slow return up my nakedness with luxurious stops at all the familiar places along the way. With closed eyes, I awaited his lips upon mine. Instead, he clenched my wrists with one hand and, with an insistent yet gentle hand, lifted my head, Startled, I opened my eyes to see his cock start to press against my lips. Never had I felt such a thing. It was soft and pliable, yet underneath it was hard as oak. What could I do? I had consented to join him in this bed. I had played along as he restrained my arms and subjected me to his will. I had allowed him to lavish me, head to cock, with promiscuous glee. How could I now refuse to return his pleasure? I opened my mouth.

What a strange sensation, both physically and emotionally. I felt violated but not by Cole. Though I was letting him dominate me, I was far stronger than him and could turn the tables in a heartbeat. Dominated not even by the dynamic. It was all a game, a game of pleasure, that I could quit at any moment. It was my volition that was being violated. My sexual self was surrendering, allowing the infidel libertine to breach the walls of my sexuality. I was relenting to Cole's fucking of my face.

My lips formed a tight cushioning portal, my tongue became a slick, swaddling cradle, and Cole began to pummel my mouth with his hard dick. Deeper and deeper, I accepted his cock, giving it a gooey passage. Cole was grunting, hunching, pounding my mouth with an abandon bred of dominance and lust. I looked up. His face was contorted into a grimace of exaltation and conquest. He began to utter between fevered gasps "Take that, and that, and that." It was all a game, but every game has limits.

My hands broke free and clutched his hips as I twisted and escaped. I slammed his naked body to the mattress with a speed that startled and scared him. He looked at me in consternation, unsure whether to be thrilled or afraid.

My shoulders captured his thighs and one arm pressed against his waist pinning him to the bed. For a long moment, our flared eyes locked as our gasps clashed against the silence. When my free hand suddenly snatched the base of his cock, I saw the uncertainty in Cole' stare. Then, I swept his cock into my mouth and started to pound his hard member with a frenzy that equaled the fervor with which he had fucked my face. Further and further beyond my lips I took him, feeling for the first time a man's phallus penetrating my throat. Accepting the pliant, hot, flesh in fleeting, tight plunges and finding a gratifying thrill in the sensation.

I pulled off his cock with an audible pop. Cole's head was cast back in a rapturous resignation. His head lifted and he look down with eyes clouded by ecstasy. I smiled in satisfaction as my ego swelled with an athlete's pride. I had executed a sexual finesse to perfection and rendered a man helpless with bliss.

I took a close, long look at the cock before me. It was bronzed by the sun and slightly veined. I ran my hand from the base to the puffy crown. Coated by my slobber, it actually shimmered in the sunlight streaming in the window. I chuckled at the perfection of the tan and made a mental note to ask Cole if he rotated it beneath the blazing sun like a pig on a spit to assure a uniform hue. I noted he was hairless and smooth, absent even the slightest stubble. His balls hung high and tight beneath his cock, curiously devoid of the sagging flesh of my scrotum.

"Like what you see?" I looked up. There was pride in Cole's eyes.

"This is the first time I've seen a penis up close. Yours is the first cock I've ever sucked." Before planting my tender lips on the cockhead, I added, "Or kissed."

Cole's whispered in disbelief, "Really?"

My tongue made a sloppy circuit of the pillowy flesh. It tasted earthy with a funky tang. I kissed the cumhole. "Yep."

"Well, what do you think?"

I gave it another long look. "I think it's beautiful. Now be quiet. I want to play with it some more."

He sighed as I ran my lips down the underside with my tongue skidding over the pulsing ridge. I nibbled at the base and felt powerful as Cole quivered beneath. I explored every centimeter of every angle of his cock with lips and tongue. With my juicy mouth, I slowly devoured the cushion of his cockhead as my hand caressed the length of his wet, slick shaft. Over and over, I traversed his flesh and was rewarded by his raptures gasps. My arm still pinned his waist to the mattress but the effort was not needed. The soft moans and gentle craning were the restraints that bound Cole to my will.

At long last, Cole stretched his hands to cup my chin and urge me upward. "I need to kiss you now," he said. I crawled up his naked body, Our lips met and our tongues danced. We held each other tightly as we became lost in a deep, soulful kiss. The dance included our stiff cocks which ground together. Our passion rolled us across the bed, tumbling over each other, clenching with arms and legs, with lips and tongues.

Suddenly, Cole broke loose and scrambled from the bed in search of his shorts. As he rummaged through his pockets. I rolled to the edge and took his glorious ass in my hands. Cole froze, then bent further forward. My eyes feasted as my hands kneaded the perfect plumpness. So full and round, his flesh was like velvet balloons within my caress. Between his spreading cheeks, his rosebud lay. Perfect, pristine, immaculate, it revealed itself tawny brown. I leaned closer and inhaled, and was surprised that it smelled clean with hints of clover douche.

Obeying a primitive impulse, I spread wide his cheeks and laid a kiss atop his entrance. It felt textured and soft, and tasted oddly delicious. Gathering saliva, I began to bathe that forbidden flesh with my tongue. Cole moaned with a depth of primal satisfaction I had never heard before. More saliva and I ran my tongue everywhere it could reach.

Gently we pivoted and Cole settled supine upon the mattress. With both hands, he reached back and spread his cheeks wide, revealing a sight unseen before. His hole gaped slightly. Pink and fulsome, it beckoned. I wetted my tongue again and practically dove into the cleft of flesh.

"Oh, Baby! Oh! Oh! Yes, Baby, yes!"

I slathered Cole's fundament with a frenzy, flitting my tongue deeper and deeper. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I wondered how I could do such a thing, lick someone's asshole? But in the ardor of the moment, I succumbed to a greedy lust and plundered that hole with my sloppy, insinuating tongue. Cole growled in libidinous glee.

Finally, he climbed from beneath my ministrations. "Lay down now," he commanded. I obeyed and spread out in the middle of the mattress, my engorged cock straining toward the heavens. In his hand was a packet. He tore it open, then squeezed the goo over and down my cock, spreading it around with his hand.

As he straddled me, he said "Oh Marc, you gorgeous man, get ready for a proper fucking."

You know you are in Miami when a gay man starts dancing a samba while riding your cock. With swaying hips, he rode forward and back, his torso undulating to the forbidden rhythm of homoerotic lust and the steamy grace of the tropical isles. His eyes were aflame with abandon and craving, and they gaped into mine with unwavering passion. His cock swayed in syncopation to the cadence of his hips, half a beat behind the tempo of his fuckery. His stiff rod began to stream a thread of cum that splattered my torso in metronomic flourishes, painting my skin in Jackson Pollack arcs of milky cream. My loins were awash with waves of pleasure. Too quickly, my loins threatened to boil over with ecstasy. Then ...

"Cole, stop," I gasped while clutching his churning hips. "Please. It's too much, too fast." I pulled him down to a kiss.

"Sorry, I get carried away."

"No. It was amazing. Glorious. I just want it to last."

As we drifted into a deep kiss, I rolled him over, my cock still buried deep within, then dragged him to the edge of the bed. When my feet found purchase on the floor he hooked his right leg over my shoulder with the other hooked around my waist so my cock could plunge deeper. We moaned with the meter of my long, slow strokes. My eyes wandered from his fevered gaze to the rocking of his hard cock. It was slick with smeared precum and I started to tease his cockhead with his own juices. His body shook with spasms of delight. I caressed his cock in time to my thrusts. His eyes clenched as his head was cast back in euphoric bliss. His core kegeled around my plunging cock. I couldn't resist the mounting ardor in my loins and my pace became quicker, more fervent. Another thread of cum started to spread from his cockhead and I worked it gently into his tender flesh. Our ardor rose. Our craving mounted. Suddenly, Cole began to convulse and cry out as spurts cum erupted from his cock. I could feel the clutching of his release and followed it with wracking ejaculations deep within his bowel.

I collapsed atop him and, once again, felt myself besmeared with his splooge. It made me laugh. "You bring new meaning to the term sloppy fuck."

"I do and I don't apologize because it's a good excuse to hop into the shower together."

We quickly plodded off and within a minute were under the steamy flow. Asses, cocks and scrotums were thoroughly cleansed with soapy hands and manhoods were caressed back into turgid splendor. Cole got behind my and began to probe my ass with his cock.

"No," I said.

"Not there yet?"

"To tell the truth, I can't even imagine doing that."

"Don't worry, you will. When you are ready to become the man you truly are."

We kissed, then I sank to my knees. "Does this count towards my manliness?"

I feasted on his cock until he was panting with excitement. Then he pulled away, leaned against the tiled wall and spread his cheeks. I fucked him from behind under the warm, streaming water, and when we were done, the wall in front of him was slick with his cum.