Hi
everyone!
Thanks
for all the kind comments left on 07/22 for Firework Part II. Hope all of you enjoy part 3 of Kendall and
Chris’s story. I’m planning on turning
this short into a full-length title.
Andrew
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FIREWORKS
Part
III
by
Andrew Jericho
Kendall woke with Chris still lying on
his chest. He rubbed the back of his
hand across Chris’s cheek.
“Mmm.”
The young man stirred. “Not
yet. I don’t want last night to end.”
“It never will. Hold it in your heart.”
“In my soul.”
Kendall rolled his lover beneath
him. He took Chris’s lips in a
passionate kiss. Their tongues caressed.
Kendall rubbed the palms of his hands up and down Chris’s body.
He had woken with a raging hard-on. Satisfying his passions, and those of the man
beneath him, were Kendall’s only thoughts.
“Can’t get enough.” Kendall moaned between kisses. “Can I?”
Kendall’s pulse quickened. His
breathing became erratic.
“Are you asking permission to fuck me
again?”
Kendall nodded. He brushed his nose against Chris’s. Much to Kendall’s surprise, Chris rolled
Kendall over. His lover searched the
tangled sheets for the lube.
“Baby,” Kendall groaned.
Chris was straddling his torso. The young man rubbed lube down the shaft of
Kendall’s dick. Kendall arched his back
as Chris slide his rim over his cockhead.
“So fucking tight,” Kendall’s hands
grabbed Chris’s hips. His palms moved to
his lover’s buttocks. “Ride me,
Chris. Nice and slow.”
Kendall groaned again. The muscles of Chris’s ass were opening
around him. Kendall was sheathed deep
inside his partner’s body. Chris rode him slow, gradually increasing speed. With each downward movement of Chris’s body,
Kendall thrust upwards.
“Every damn muscle of your ass is
responding to my touch,” Kendall said.
He slapped Chris’s buttocks.
“Made for me. Only me.”
Kendall rolled Chris to his back. He slipped his dick back inside Chris’s
body. “I meant everything last night.”
“More enticement to get me to accept
your gift?” Chris asked.
Kendall wrapped Chris’s legs around his
waist. “I don’t entice. By the looks of
you lying beneath me, I wouldn’t have needed to anyway.”
Their lips met again. Hard kisses full of smoldering passions. Kendall’s ego swelled at the idea of Chris
being his partner. The young man ignited
whenever Kendall touched him. Raw
passion burned in the jockey’s eyes. A
young man. A spitfire. The Fourth of July was long forgotten. The leftover hot dogs and apple pie left
behind. Chris deserved all the promises
they had made the night before.
Their bodies were still joined. Kendall placed both hands beneath Chris’s
hips. He laid his full weight against
his lover’s flesh. Kendall began to move
his cock in rhythm.
“I’m in love with you.” Chris whispered against Kendall’s ear.
More than an ‘I love you.’ The sentiment sent all the blood from
Kendall’s body straight to his dick. He
swelled inside his lover. Kendall ground
him hips and bottomed out, completely filling what was offered. “I’ve been in love with you for a while,
too.”
“So hard.” Chris shifted beneath him. The young man’s hands clutched his back,
frantically rubbing his skin.
“Are you okay?” Kendall pulled out halfway. He studied the face beneath him.
“Yes.
Why did you stop?”
“Don’t want to hurt you.” Kendall thrust again, burying the shaft of
his dick back inside Chris’s anal cavity.
“Ah, fuck! Fuck.”
“Kendall!”
“Come with me.” Kendall grabbed a pillow shoving it beneath
Chris’s hips.
Chris gasped. “Right there.
Don’t stop! Don’t. Fucking.
Stop.”
Kendall slightly rolled off Chris’s
body. He lifted his lover’s leg, as he
pumped his dick against Chris’s prostate.
Over and fucking over again. The fireworks from last night exploded
behind Kendall’s eyes, as his come took hold of his body. Three rapid thrusts into Chris ended with
Kendall’s cum flooding out of his lover.
“Help me. Kendall!
Don’t leave me like this.
Kendall!” Chris writhed. A wild look in the jockey’s eyes pushed
Kendall to a point of desire he’d never shared with anyone.
Reaching between then, Kendall used his
cum to jack off his lover’s dick. “Shh…you’re
almost there.”
“Kendall!” Chris cried out. The young man’s hands rubbed his upper
thighs.
Kendall stroked hard and fast. His lips hovered above his lover’s
mouth. Kendall tugged on Chris’s bottom
lip. “Come, baby boy.”
Chris arched his back and moaned. He gasped and placed a hand over Kendall’s
fingertips. They both stroked Chris’s
cock. “Mmm. Fuck yes!”
Cum shot from Chris’s dick, coating
Kendall’s hand. Chris lay back against
the sheets. His pale skin was flushed
crimson.
“Fireworks?” Kendall asked.
“Yeah.”
Chris smiled. The young man still
lay on his back.
Kendall rose up on one elbow. He reached for some tissues on the
nightstand. He returned to care for
Chris’s trembling body. Kendall covered
his lover with a sheet. He smoothed the
damp locks of Chris’s hair. Kendall
reveled in the man. He allowed his heart
to beat in unison with another. A theory
only lovers could explain. Kendall
covered Chris’s face with gentle kisses.
The young man wound his arms around his neck. The affection was returned. Several minutes passed as they lay quietly in
each other’s arms.
“What time is it?” Chris broke the silence.
“Don’t know,” Kendall replied. “Power is
still off. Hot as hell in here.” Kendall reached for his watch next to the box
of tissues. “It’s nine in the morning.”
“I should get up. I need to clean out the fridge. Food is ruined. I need to check for damage downstairs. I need a shower. The horses at the track —”
“The horses at the track are fine.”
“I was going to go check on the ones
boarded there this afternoon. With the
forth being on a Friday, I wanted to make sure the handlers left enough food
for them over the weekend.”
“You okay?”
Chris didn’t answer. Instead he sat up and pulled the sheet around
him.
Kendall got out of bed and went to open
the French doors. A cool, but humid,
breeze filled the room. “Better?”
Kendall asked. He got back in bed. Kendall sat next to his lover. He put his arm around Chris’s shoulder. “Talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Chris
said. “This is intense. More than what I expected.”
Kendall kissed Chris’s upper arm. “Let it ignite Chris. Let it in your heart.”
“We’re from two different worlds.” Chris
waved his arm. “Look at this. I live in a two-bedroom apartment. Yesterday, I was your houseboy. I ride horses for a living. I haven’t raced anywhere else but here. I don’t want to be a kept man.”
“Did I hurt you? Kendall asked. He placed both of his palms on Chris’s
cheeks. “You excite me, Chris. If I went too far, or was too passionate, I’m
sorry.”
“No man has ever touched me with more
tenderness. It’s not that.”
Chris’s green eyes were staring into his
own. The intensity of the young man’s
emotions almost undid him. “I was saving this until tonight. I had a place picked out to properly ask
you.” Kendall laid a black jewelry box in Chris’s hand. He also slipped an envelope into his lover’s
fingers. “In last night’s passion, we
said a lot of things. When I asked you
to be my partner you said yes.”
“I’ve already accepted.”
“Have you let our love into your heart,
like I asked you to? Chris, this is our
world now. Here. This is home.
Our bed. Now, I don’t deny
someone has to do household chores.” Kendall
laughed.
“Shut up,” Chris replied. He elbowed Kendall in the side.
Kendall pushed Chris down against the
sheets. “I’ll do my share of household duties.
Including making sure you’re taken care of. Chris, you haven’t been my houseboy in a
while. You’re not a kept man. We’re partners…lovers.”
Chris opened the jewelry box. He took a deep breath. “Kendall.”
“I bought one for myself, too. It’s a matching set.”
Kendall eyed the solid gold bands with a
small diamond horseshoe set in each center.
Chris fingered both rings.
“I had them custom made,” Kendall said. “I fell in love with you first when I hired
you as my houseboy. The second time you
stole my heart was when I watched you race for the first time. It was raining that day. You won.
Mud on your boots and face. When
they led you into the winner’s circle, I wanted to take you into my bed. The sexiest man I’ve met. The way you handle yourself on a horse is
incredible. The passion in your eyes for
what you do. The trust between you and
the animal. You’re brought those same
traits into our relationship. I also
wanted to throw you down in the nearest stable that day and put my dick in you. The third time you captured my soul was last
night.
Kendall took one of the rings from the
box and slid it on his finger. “If
anyone should have reservations it’s me.
A twenty-two year old twink means more to me than anything else in this
work. Horseshoes are for good luck, too. I’m so damn lucky to have you in my life.”
Chris’s eyes glassed.
Kendall wiped away a stray tear on his
lover’s cheek. “Now open the card. There’s something else.”
Chris smiled and untucked the flap of
the envelope. The young man pulled out a
plain white card. He flipped through
several pictures of a black thoroughbred horse.”
“Now read the card,” Kendall said.
She’s yours, baby boy. Love, Kendall. Chris read the card out loud
and laid it next to the jewelry box in his lap.
“She’s never been raced,” Kendall
said. “A two-year-old filly. Her name is Firework.”
“I can’t accept this.”
“You can and you will. I bought her and she needs a jockey to race
her. You’re the best I know.”
“I have my own money, Kendall. I’ve been saving—”
“No more talking,” Kendall said. He covered Chris’s mouth with his own. We’re going on a road trip this weekend to
bring her home.” Chris’s mouth opened under the pressure of Kendall’s
lips. “I’m guessing you accept?”
“Do I have a choice?” Chris laughed
“Chris, you’re always had a choice. Just like when you walked into our house
yesterday afternoon and owned the fact you weren’t leaving until I took you. Now, we’ve got some packing to do.”
To
Be Continued…
~~~~
HARD
TIMES
Prison
Masters 1
[Erotic
Alternative Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, HEA]
Ace
Freeman is the president of Prison Masters, a BDSM club for gay males.
He’s in love with cellmate Tyler Chase and guard Paul Ryder. Ace is
Dominant, desiring to take both men as pets.
As
an experienced sub, Tyler wants to give submission to two Masters. He slips an
explicit drawing into Ace’s notebook. Later, he blurts out his affections for
Paul. Tyler hopes his actions will gain collars from both men.
Underneath
Paul’s shy and soft-spoken exterior lies a man who lives the BDSM lifestyle.
Paul is a switch. The guard desires a Master who can fulfill his need for no
limits, and a pet to dominate. However, Paul knows his desires for Ace and
Tyler have the potential to cost his job.
A
good Master cares for his pets. Ace believes that principle. Once a triad
begins to form, Ace needs to find a way to ensure their love will survive even
in the hard times.
Note:
This book contains double anal penetration.
http://www.bookstrand.com/hard-times
Story Excerpt:
Within two months, Ace was sleeping in
Carlos’s bunk every night. One month later, the handsome Latino whispered, Te
amo mi amor siempre. Ace still heard his tender voice. That was the first time
another man had declared love. Ace had to eat his own words. The same night, he
gave his body to the one who would become Master.
Carlos had been twice his age, but
neither man cared. I’ll always love you, Master. The sentiment filled Ace’s
mind. Tyler stirred, bringing him back to the present.
“Shh, baby,” Ace said. “Sleep. You’re
safe.”
For two years, Ace had felt safe in
Carlos’s arms, too. The Latino’s gentle touch kept him sane. Carlos had given
him the freedom to explore sexuality. From puberty, Ace had wanted to kiss
boys. As he grew, so did his desires. Carlos became his best friend, lover,
partner, and Master. Then one day, it was all over.
Carlos had been in charge of the Prison
Masters’s club. He hated the word “gang.” Carlos believed it incited violence.
The group was for gay men, including those interested in the BDSM lifestyle.
Submissives were also welcomed. A riot between Prison Masters and White Aryan
Resistance had broken out. Carlos was shanked. He bled out in Ace’s arms. Ace
still wore Master’s collar. More memories of the man he still loved filled his
thoughts.
*
* * *
“I’ve taught you well, pet.” Carlos’s
voice quivered in pain. He reached for Ace’s hand. “I’m so cold.”
“You’re all right. Master, stay awake!”
“Pet, you’re in charge now. You’ll make
a good Master, because you’ve known submission.”
“Hardly.”
“One last scene.”
“Anything, Master.”
“My last order—I bind your submission to
me. Never give it to another.”
“Never.”
“Mi amour—”
“Master? Master! Wake up! Dammit, don’t
leave me!”
*
* * *
Sometimes ten years ago seemed like
yesterday. At others, Carlos was a distant memory. Ace didn’t even have a
picture of him. The memories lived in his heart. He would always be in love
with Carlos Sanchez. Their final scene would be eternally played. Ace had never
given submission to another man. Carlos had symbolically bound them in that
dynamic forever. Out of respect for Master, he had never spoken of that moment
with anyone.
Ace had become a man in his Latin
lover’s arms. Carlos had made love to him first. Then, several months into the
commitment, they had negotiated their first scene. BDSM had saved Ace, mentally
and physically. The positive effects counteracted the negativity of prison
life. While it wasn’t completely negated, it made it bearable.
From the first time Carlos had put him
in subspace, Ace craved it. It hadn’t just been the cuffs on his hands and
ankles, or the way Carlos flogged him, but his lover’s dominant words. The
euphoria came slow, arriving like an evening tide. Once Ace surrendered to it,
every inch of flesh tingled. He experienced sensations of tunnel vision.
Carlos’s face was the only image visible. BDSM quickly became their preferred
form of lovemaking.
After Carlos’s death, Ace had assumed
leadership of Prison Masters. The club’s members accepted Ace without question.
Even though Ace had been Master’s pet, he was now a Dominant man. Since then,
he had experienced Domspace, but subspace would always find its way back. Many
nights, Ace recalled Carlos’s final order. Raw arousal burned through his body.
He would cuff himself, imagining it was Carlos’s hands buckling the leather.
The memories slipped him over the edge.
Some of the club’s older men defined him
as a switch. Others saw his dominance. Regardless he had earned their respect.
Members from rival gangs didn’t lay a hand on anything belonging to Master.
One afternoon, six months ago, Ace had
learned it was possible to be in love with three men—Carlos, Paul, and Tyler.
The twink in his arms ignited his dominance in ways no other man had, except
for Paul Ryder. Paul started work as a guard a year before Carlos’s death.
The blond-haired, soft-spoken man still
worked the midnight to noon shift. He was a decent guy, just trying to do his
job.
Prison Masters met each morning at
breakfast. The group had nearly two dozen members. Even though Paul was on
duty, he always seemed to be more interested in their meetings than guarding.
Paul had been friends with Carlos, so it was natural to continue the
camaraderie with Ace.
A year ago, Paul’s Dom had passed away,
leaving the handsome guard an emotional mess. A few months after the man’s
death, Ace had eased Paul’s pain, making him feel like a submissive again. Two
months before Tyler arrived, both men admitted their love, but held each other
at arm’s length. Ace knew it would cost Paul his job to become involved. What
type of life would they have with Paul dividing his time between prison and the
outside world? Ace feared the heartbreak.
Sure, he had been with other men besides
Paul and Tyler. He had fucked, made love, and even been Master to several
during play. Men transferred units, and some got paroled. Prison Masters
provided a safe, sane, and consensual place to play, but Carlos had whetted his
desires for more. While Carlos had awakened his submission, Tyler peaked his
dominance. Ace not only wanted to play with the young man, he wanted a
commitment again.
Adult:
Tyler hoped his eyes reflected the
desire in his body. Ace was buckling leather fur-lined cuffs around his wrists.
When Ace put the first restraint through one of the cuff’s D-rings, Tyler
whimpered. He arched his back off the bed.
“Hold still, pet.”
Ace finished threading the restraint
through the D-ring. Then, he slipped it around the gold metal bars of the
headboard. He repeated the process with the other cuff. Once Tyler was secured,
Ace pressed his mouth to his trembling lips.
“Making that drawing come true,” Ace
said.
“Both of you are my fantasy.”
“We know.”
Tyler’s dick ached. His lover’s
dominance fueled his submission. Tyler’s whimpers were muffled by a three-way
kiss. Tongues tangled. Lips moved against each other.
Paul finally broke away from the
kissing. “Always compared it to a gentle hug, keeping me in submission.” He
wound a strip of hemp rope around Tyler’s left forearm. Each twist created a
neat row. The guard tied the two ends in a center knot. Paul repeated the
action on the other arm.
The guard used longer pieces of rope on
Tyler’s upper thighs, repeating the same process. “There are many styles of
kinbaku.” Paul used the technique on his lower legs. He bound him from the
knees, down to his ankles, with rows and neatly placed knots. “Don’t want your
legs completely restrained together. Couldn’t fuck.”
“We’d fuck, Master,” Tyler replied.
Tyler had been restrained before, but
never in the intricate weavings of kinbaku. Paul was right, it was a gentle
hug. The sensation of the guard’s rope work, combined with Ace’s restraints,
pushed Tyler toward his inferno.
The young man couldn’t decide who was
hotter. Both men had smokin’ physiques. As their skin brushed his, Tyler’s
flesh tingled. Ace and Paul were back between his legs. Two sets of hands
caressed him. Lips skimmed his neck, shoulders, and chest. Paul took a nipple
into his mouth, teasing the hard peak with his tongue. Tyler cried out. Ace’s
hand smacked his ass.
“Get you warmed up,” Ace said.
“And worked up,” Paul said.
The guard moved down his body. His lover
bent his legs against his chest. Paul licked Tyler’s rim, circling the opening.
“Holy fuck,” Tyler spoke.
Paul sank his tongue inside Tyler’s ass.
“Are you Master’s slut?” Paul’s tongue teased his rim again. “Expect you to
answer me, if you want it back inside you.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Don’t forget again.”
The fullness of Paul’s tongue pressed
back inside. The guard’s fingertips kneaded his buttocks, keeping the cheeks
apart. Tyler whimpered. Ace’s hand spanked his ass again. Paul mirrored the
action on his other hip.
Tyler’s dick was rock hard, laying at an
angle against his abdomen. Each strike of his lovers’ hands produced a stream
of pre-cum. Ace was licking the juice from his cockhead.
“Put me in your mouth, Master,” Tyler
pleaded.
Ace hesitated, teasing his swollen head
with his tongue.
“Dammit, put me in your mouth!”
“Pets don’t make demands.”
Tyler smiled. “I’m a brat, remember?”
“Yeah, we know,” Paul replied. The guard
resumed fucking Tyler’s ass with his tongue.
Ace wrapped his mouth around his shaft.
Tyler writhed on the bed. He pulled at his restraints. The young man arched his
back off the bed. Ace pushed him back down.
“Love you, Master.”
“I love you, pet.”
After several swirls of Ace’s tongue on
the shaft, Tyler’s cock was removed from his lover’s mouth. Tyler protested,
yanking at his restraints.
“Yeah, you’re a brat,” Ace said, “a brat
who’s going to watch me get his other Master aroused.”
Tyler was trembling. A warm sweat broke
out over his skin. The base of his spine tingled as his release built. The
smack of hands on his ass cheeks, elicited another moan. He didn’t know how he
would survive watching Ace fuck Paul, but he damn sure knew it would keep the
inferno smoldering hot.
Ace pulled Paul to the center of the
bed. Both men knelt in front of Tyler.Hot. So fucking hot.
Ace’s tongue inside Paul’s mouth kept a steady stream of pre-cum running
down Tyler’s shaft. The guard’s moans sent electrical current to Tyler’s dick.
“Fuck him, Master.”
“Pet doesn’t like to just be taken. Have
to break that wall of shyness.”
Ace’s hands were caressing Paul’s body.
Fingertips smoothed the guard’s muscles. Tyler bit his lip when Ace’s
tenderness turned to smacks against their lover’s ass. Paul’s eyes closed in
pleasure.
“Master,” Paul said.
“Submit, pet.”
They touched each other with familiar
affection. The dynamic Ace shared with Paul went beyond Dominance and
submission. The couple shared a private passion. Tyler recalled his own
intimacy with the president of Prison Masters. Right now, that same man was
giving what another needed.
“Those needs I couldn’t satisfy before
won’t go unmet,” Ace said. He placed a finger against Paul’s mouth. “Don’t
speak.”
Paul brushed a hand against his eyes.
Tyler knew it was to hide tears.
“I love you, Master.”
“I love you, pet.”
Holy hell. Sweet Jesus. Ace put a ball
gag in Paul’s mouth. Tyler must have missed Ace dragging that out his duffel
bag, as well as white nylon rope, and the black flogger on the foot of the bed.
Ace turned Paul around, binding their
lover’s wrists behind his back. His partner was whispering into the guard’s
ear, with each twist of the rope. What was said was not important, but the look
on Paul’s face was. Damn. Holy Fuck. Paul was a little slut, too, in Master’s
arms.
Paul nodded. Ace picked up the flogger.
Tyler expected to see hard lashes against their lover’s back. Instead, Ace
wielded the implement in gentle strokes. The tails caressed Paul’s back in
erotic massage.
Restrained and bound, the fantasies of
Tyler’s drawings were coming true. Seeing his two Masters play was even better.
Paul was the hottest switch Tyler had ever known. The man slipped from
Dominance to submission smoothly. Tyler already had a taste of Paul. He wanted
more.
Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing, LGBTQ rights activist, humanitarian, and freelance journalist/photographer. His books explore gay men in real situations of life and love. Andrew blends romance, passion, and eroticism into all of his characters. He is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family. He enjoys photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries. All of Andrew’s work can be found at: http://andrewjericho.com/
