Desperate Lovers by Adam Carpenter (good beach reads TXT) 📕

back, arms behind his head, squeezing the pillows. He wiggled and writhed, as though trying to escape, but moved his hips back up to meet Dane each time he pulled away. This straight boy was about the same length as Sawyer, Dane noted, but much thicker. A real mouthful.

Seconds later, Dane forgot all about his boyfriend. And was lost in lust.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh… Fuuuu-uuuck!”

Dane looked up at Dylan, just to make sure everything was all right. That’s when the surfer shouted, “Well, don’t stop!” Shrugging, Dane went back to work. Demanding actors!

Somewhere nearby, Katy Perry began to sing “I Kissed A Girl.”

Neither of the men on the bed noticed.

By the time the song stopped, DeMille was looking down at

Dane’s impressive dick, considering his next move. Then, slowly, he moved his face even with the formidable shaft. “This is so fucked up,” he muttered to himself. For a second, Dane feared that the guy might go psycho. But then Dylan laughed and swallowed Dane whole.

“Son of a –”

If this was his first time sucking dick, Dane would never have guessed it. Dylan threw himself into the task, occasionally choking in his enthusiasm. He pulled his mouth off Dane’s endowment and apologized.

“It’s all good. Really. It’s really good.” Dane decided to see if Dylan was willing to take this to the next level. “Feel like trying something new?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Can I … fuck you?”

Dylan looked at him doubtfully. This was pushing too far.

Fortunately, the surfer was too physically invested to just shut down the production. He wanted satisfaction.

“I’ve got a better idea. Let me fuck you.”

Dane paused, warily looking at the guy’s beer can of a cock.

Dylan sat up, kissed him hard on the mouth, and pleaded, “Let me fuck you, dude.” After a moment of reflection, Dane reached over for a condom and a bottle of lube. DeMille lay back, enjoying the attention as Dane carefully rolled the rubber onto his heavy cock and liberally applied lubricant. He put a little more into his hand and massaged it into his butthole. A second look convinced Dane to pour even more onto Dylan’s pole. The surfer started to rise, ready to take control, but Dane pushed him back. Straddling the guy’s thick torso, he slowly lowered his hips and impaled himself.

“Damn you’re tight!”

“Damn you’re big.”

Dylan’s thickness was stretching Dane’s ass to new proportions.

But after a minute, the discomfort subsided. He could only marvel at how Dylan filled him up. They kissed again. And then Dane started bounce, first with slow, even motions, then with shorter, more spirited gesticulations. Dylan hummed in baritone ecstasy, his arms flailing in the air, looking for something to grab onto. He found Dane’s hips and began pushing him down, into his groin. Dane was dizzy with desire.

“Oh God! Fuck me. Fuck me!”

Dylan rose, lifting Dane along with him. His powerful arms held his sex partner in mid-air, thrusting him again and again against his dick like a well-oiled machine. Dane’s mouth opened in a perfect O, but sound no longer came out. Then they fell against the bed, this time Dylan on top, throwing himself into the video director’s body. Their coupling was electric, ferocious, like two rams butting against each other in the wild.

Shouts and screams filled the air. Somehow, Dane’s right arm lashed out and knocked over one of the lamps. He couldn’t talk, he couldn’t think. He could barely move under the weight and animal convulsions of this straight stud that was reaming him for all he was worth.

Down the street, Jack Fish had had enough. He closed his bedroom window to shut out the erotic sounds. Edgar giggled.

Now Dane locked his legs around Dylan’s hips, not wanting to let the guy go, even for a second. This only energized DeMille who pumped his hips harder, building to a gut-wrenching climax.

“I’m gonna blast!” Obviously, he had seen his share of porn movies, for Dylan dutifully pulled out of Dane’s swollen hole, ripped off the condom and spewed a massive load over his co-star’s neck and face.

The orgasm seemed to last a full thirty seconds, making every vein on his muscular body stand out in protest. “Aaaaaaargh! Ah! Ah!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Dane began to jerk himself to a climax, encouraged by Dylan who massaged his own spooge into Dane’s chest and shoulders. “Let it go, dude. Come on.” Dylan accidentally hit Dane’s most erogenous spot, his left nipple. A second later, he came in a stream that shot off-camera.

“How was it?”

“We should do a sequel.”

After the cameras were turned off, Dane threw Dylan a towel and pointed the way to the bathroom where he could take a shower. As he crossed the room, the surfer saw a picture of Sawyer and Dane on the desk. “Who’s that?”

“That’s…”

Dylan’s voice was soft. “You’re not really straight, are you? Is that your boyfriend?”

“Yes…” The answer came out as if Dane weren’t certain. Then, coming to his senses, he repeated himself, “Yeah, that’s him. His name’s Sawyer.”

“You guys going to get married someday?” Dane looked puzzled.

“I heard on the news that they’re thinking of lifting the gay marriage ban.”

“Never thought about it before.”

Dylan nodded. “Wish I had someone special.” He smiled. Then whipped his towel at Dane’s ass. “A girl, though, dude! You’re good, but chicks really turn me on. Love tits.”

“You have some pretty nice ones yourself. Tits, I mean.”

Dylan laughed, rubbing his chest, and disappeared into the bathroom.

What happened next was a blur. The phone rang. Dane, waiting for Dylan to emerge from the shower, answered it.

“Hi, Hon.” It was Sawyer. He sounded excited. “I tried calling earlier. I’m about halfway home. Don’t go to bed. I have a lot to tell you.”

Dane could hear the car revving in the background, negotiating turns at speed. Sawyer was driving with the top open.

“How did it go with Troy?”

Sawyer laughed. “Got him drunk. He told me Converse is his uncle. But that’s not the least of it. I told him I’d invite him to a party sometime at my place but, oh, I wasn’t sure if I would still have a place because of this