Rough Boys Ch. 07byroughboy18©
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All characters engaged in sexual acts in this story are at least eighteen years of age.
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"I can't believe I'm finally going to see him!" Nigel's voice reflected his exuberance. He couldn't remember the last time he had looked forward to something so much. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning.
Sean smiled, seeing his own excitement reflected in Nigel. "And I get to see my sweet bird soon too—I hope. This is going to be one hell of a party!"
The limo pulled to the curb and both men jumped out. Nigel checked the address on the old brick building, dashed up the stone steps, and pressed the number for Dani's apartment. After a brief conversation in which Dani let him know they'd be right down, he began to pace back and forth on the sidewalk.
Glancing at Sean, he saw the Irishman watching him with a knowing smirk. He stopped pacing and leaned against the limo, crossing his arms over his chest, trying very hard to look casual. He felt like a colony of beetles was crawling around in his belly.
Presently the door opened and Dani stepped out, followed closely by Ty. Nigel's heart skipped a beat. He stood up straight and uncrossed his arms, never taking his eyes off Dani. The blond paused on the top step and stared back at him.
Dani was wearing the new blue leather jeans Nigel had given him. They hung low on his hips, showing off a sliver of skin between the jeans and his tight black shirt. The shirt, cut like a muscle T, was made out of a slightly shiny, silky fabric. Nigel could not wait to run his hands over Dani's chest. He could see the hardness of his nipples outlined underneath the shirt. His cock started to throb.
God, he's perfect! "I had forgotten how gorgeous he is," he whispered to Sean out of the corner of his mouth.
Dani's storm-gray eyes stared back at him with a strange intensity, as if the youth were trying to look into his soul. Fear seemed to flicker around his eyes, reminding Nigel that he needed to be tender with his precious boy; he needed to make sure that he didn't hurt him again.
They had talked a lot on the phone and gotten to know each other. One of their more recent conversations put Nigel on his best behavior. The conversation had gone like this:
"Can I ask you a personal question, Dani?"
"I may not answer, but you can ask."
"How many people have you had sexual encounters with?"
"Sexual encounters?" Dani laughed nervously. "I assume you mean more than kissing. I figured out when I was fourteen that I was gay, so I've never had a sexual encounter with a woman. I've been with four guys willingly, and two—not so much."
Nigel was silent for a long moment digesting this information. Four was a shockingly low number to him, but it was the two unwilling encounters that disturbed him.
"Two different people forced themselves on you?" His tone held disbelief mixed with revulsion.
"Well, you were one of them!" Dani was indignant.
Nigel's heart twisted as the familiar remorse sliced into him like a razor. "Oh my God, Dani. I'm so sorry. I am so very sorry."
"I know. You've already said that—many times." Dani sighed. "I don't really want to talk about the other time. It was my own damn fault."
Nigel was silent and after a brief pause, Dani began to tell the story anyway.
"It happened a couple of weekends before I met you...."
"Shit!" Poor kid! "You'd just barely moved to the city."
"Yes. I got too drunk and flirted outrageously, then I followed him out to the bushes 'cause I thought he was going to get me high."
"Oh, Dani!" Nigel said sympathetically.
"He wanted to rape me, but I guess I talked him into a blow job instead. I really didn't want to, but he was lot bigger than me, and ... anyway, that's what happened."
"That bastard!" A deep fury burned within Nigel at the thought of someone forcing his meat into his boy's sweet mouth. "If I ever get my hands on him, I'll make him sorry he ever set eyes on you," he said between clenched teeth.
"You're one to talk! You stuck your fucking finger up my ass in front of a crowd of people!" Dani's voice was accusing.
Hot shame flushed Nigel's body. "Oh, God Dani! I can't believe what an arsehole I was." Every time Nigel thought about the incident he cringed at his own behavior. How could I have been such an arrogant arse ... to assume he wouldn't mind?
"Well, at least you didn't call me a whore when you were done."
Nigel gulped. He had almost done that. He had told Kaeden that he thought Dani was a rent boy. That conversation must not have gotten back to Dani.
Nigel almost apologized again, but Dani seemed like he was tired of hearing apologies. He'd just have to show Dani how sincere he was.
Another snippet of the conversation he'd had with Kaeden came back to him and he'd ventured to ask, "Of those four men you've been with, have you ever gone all the way?"
He heard Dani's sharp intake of breath, but his voice was strong when he answered, "No!"
Damn! Nigel's insides felt like jelly. I molested a virgin! Fuck me!
"Not even any anal play?"
"A little. No one's ever found my prostate before."
Oh! "But you liked it?"
"Under other circumstances, I would think most definitely." Dani paused. "Now it's your turn."
"How many 'sexual encounters' have you had? Ballpark, of course."
Aw shit! "Um ... a lot."
"I figured that out already!" Dani said sarcastically. "So how many is it ... 30? 100? 200?"
Nigel was silent, calculating. Let's see, I was fourteen when I lost my virginity. Things were pretty lean at first, but picked up after I started playing in a band, and really picked up after we got popular....
"More than 500?" Dani asked, clearly aghast.
"More than a thousand?" Dani's voice was high-pitched.
Sexual encounters ... probably. Actual sex, maybe not. "No, I don't think so."
Now, as Nigel stood staring lustfully at the object of his desire, he made a vow to himself to go slow. He wanted to show Dani just how wonderful sex could be.
Dani was still frozen on the top step, staring at him. Ty put a hand on Dani's arm and said something in his ear. That seemed to break Dani out of his spell and he continued down the steps toward them.
"Hey, Dani!" Nigel smiled at him warmly.
Dani grinned back. "Hi!"
Nigel motioned Dani into the back of the limo and followed him in.
"Sit up front with me, Ty," Sean said. "Let's give them some privacy."
Ty slid into the front seat, nodding politely to the uniformed driver. The limo was vast. Ty felt as if he were sitting on a large couch. There was plenty of room for the three of them even though the driver was not a small man, and Sean was huge.
Sean slid in next to him and introduced him to the driver, Kennedy. Ty observed that there was a dark partition between the front seat and the rest of the limo. He was a bit relieved that he couldn't see what was happening in back.
Just then he heard Nigel's English accent, low and husky, "Dani ... I've really looked forward to seeing you."
"Can you turn that off, please?" The tone of Sean's request left no doubt that it was a command.
"Yes, Sir," Kennedy said with a knowing grin, flipping one of the switches on the dashboard.
Ty shifted uncomfortably.
As the limo pulled away from the curb, Sean asked, "So, what would you like to do, smoke pot or snort coke?
"Er ... both!" Ty said happily.
Sean laughed. "A man after my own heart. I can tell you've already had a few beers."
"You can?" Ty was surprised and a little embarrassed.
"I can smell them on you."
"We're not supposed to drink up front, so you'll have to wait a while before you have another. Why don't we do some coke?"
Without waiting for a reply, Sean pulled a CD out of his pocket and handed it Ty with instructions, "Here, keep this level."
After Ty settled the CD case on his knee and made sure he had a firm grip on it, Sean deposited a small pile of coke onto the smooth plastic and began chopping. The white powder contrasted sharply with the yellow, red and black of Leather's demo CD case.
Ty's mouth watered.
"Dani, I've really looked forward to seeing you," Nigel's voice was low and husky. He could not keep the huge grin off his face.
"Me too." Dani responded in kind, with an ear-to-ear smile. His heart was pounding in his chest. He sat near the driver's side window and Nigel moved close. Dani was acutely aware of Nigel's warm thigh pressing against his. He smelled the drummer's unique scent ... less piney today, maybe because he hadn't started drinking gin yet, but just as devastating. He fought back the low moan of desire that threatened to rumble out of his throat, consciously focusing on the drummer's tawny eyes rather than his wide, sensual lips. He could not stop the swell of his cock—there was no force on earth that could keep it contained once he caught a whiff of Nigel.
Dani felt as if he had been struck dumb. He could not think of a thing to say to the gloriously sexy man who was now so close. All he could do was drink him in and grin like a fool. He would have felt considerably more self-conscious about his response, except Nigel seemed to be in almost the same state. The tall Englishman stared at Dani as if he were a long-lost lover, and a smile lit up his whole face.
They looked at each other giddily for several long minutes before Nigel finally said, "I know you're tired of hearing it, but I must apologize one more time in person. Dani, I never meant to hurt you. I'm such an idiot. I am so very sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"
"I already have," Dani said, reaching up a hand to stroke the stubble on Nigel's cheek.
Nigel turned his head slightly and kissed Dani's hand.
Dani sucked in his breath. His focus shifted to the luscious lips that had just graced his hand.
"May I kiss you, Dani?" Nigel asked.
The moment Nigel's lips touched his, Dani was lost. The outside world faded and his only awareness became sensation. The feel of the warm lips against his. The taste of that probing tongue. The clever hands that ran down his chest and swept around his back to pull him closer, and then moved forward again to tweak his nipples.
His moans, which he was barely aware of making, became whimpers of desire. His hips moved on their own accord, pushing his now throbbing cock forward, wanting to grind against the drummer. He hadn't quite lost his senses to the point of humping the sexy Brit, but he was close.
They broke apart briefly to gasp for air. Nigel put his sensuous lips next to Dani's ear and whispered huskily, "Dani ... you are unbelievably sexy ... so responsive." Nigel's fingers found Dani's crotch and expertly unfastened his fly.
It occurred to Dani to protest. Things were moving along very quickly. But his straining cock had been uncomfortable—crowded and hot—and it rejoiced in the freedom. We're alone. Why not? Lust had already melted his brain; any coherent protests were subsumed by the heat of his loins.
As his hard dick sprang out of its confines, Dani let out a small wail. Nigel leaned in for another kiss, and Dani attacked his mouth as if it were air and he was suffocating. He sucked hard on Nigel's tongue, moaning with desire. Once Nigel managed to extricate his tongue, he nipped and sucked on Dani's bottom lip. Dani thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock into the drummer's waiting hand.
As Nigel's long fingers began stroking his cock, every wet dream, every waking fantasy he'd recently had, was suddenly real. Nigel's hot breath tickled his ear. His hungry mouth sucked on his lobe. Those long, long fingers pulled on his cock, slowly, from base to tip.
Without warning an intense jolt of pleasure shot through Dani. He screamed as if in agony, the pleasure so intense it blinded him. He had no control over his body as it convulsed and spasmed. Cum splashed out in a great pulsing stream from his desperate cock.
He became aware of Nigel chuckling softly.
Fuck! Did I really just do that? Feeling his face growing red, he buried it in Nigel's hard shoulder and whimpered softly. He wasn't capable of anything more.
Several minutes later, when his breath was finally back to normal, he ventured to say, "Fuck! I didn't think I'd cum instantly. I'm sorry."
"It was beautiful," Nigel whispered, kissing the top of his head.
Dani found the strength to lift his head a little and look around. "Oh my God! My shirt!" His shirt was liberally covered with jism. Some was on his pants. Some was on Nigel's pants. Some was on the seat, the door, even a little on the window.
"Shit! It's everywhere!"
Nigel started to laugh, at first softly, then louder until finally he was shaking and roaring. Dani couldn't help but join him.
"I'm sorry," Nigel finally gasped, tears streaming out of his eyes. "I ... I guess I shouldn't have touched you."
"What am I going to do about my shirt?" Dani moaned when he finally stopped laughing enough to speak.
"Just take it off."
"I can't go shirtless to a fancy party!" Dani was aghast.
"Of course you can. Your chest is far finer than any clothing you could buy to cover it." He was already tugging on Dani's shirt trying to get it up over his head. A low purr came out of his throat as Dani's abs were exposed. He tore the shirt off Dani and dove in for a suckle on one of his dark nipples. Dani moaned and his cock sprang back to life. Just then, they felt the limo pulling over.
"Shit, we're already here!" Nigel's disappointment was keen.
'Fuck!" Dani began frantically mopping up cum with his discarded shirt, first from his pants then from Nigel's, then from the seat and the door. As the limo door opened wide Dani suddenly realized his pants were still unzipped. He dropped his shirt on the floor and yanked the zipper closed a fraction of a second before a grinning Tommy climbed in.
"Hey Nigel, Dani!" Tommy bobbed his head at them and eyed Dani's state of undress with a cocked eyebrow. "Ahem. Nice shirt." He took a seat across from Nigel.
Kaeden climbed in, spikes bouncing. "Dani! Sweetie!" he cried and squeezed between Tommy and Nigel to give Dani a tight hug and a kiss on his cheek.
Nigel let out a low, threatening rumble. He couldn't help it. Since Dani had admitted to only having had four lovers, he had wheedled details from him and discovered that Kaeden had been one of them. Even though Dani had assured him that they were strictly plutonic now, seeing Kaeden nuzzle his boy raised his hackles.
Kaeden shot him a look that said, Chill! He turned to Dani. Where's your shirt?" Just then he spied something that looked suspiciously like a shirt wadded up on the floor.
"Could I maybe borrow one of yours?" Dani asked.
"Of course, sweetie." Kaeden started to back out of the limo, but Nigel stopped him with a "Wait!"
"Dani I bought something for you. I'd be honored if you'd wear it tonight."
"You bought me a shirt?" Dani squeaked.
"Yes, well ... sort of. I like buying stuff for you, Dani."
Dani picked up on the "sort of," but before he had a chance to question him further, another boy climbed into the limo. He was a compact Latino with big puppy dog eyes and very white teeth. He was introduced as Juan.
He was followed closely by Sean and then Ty.
"Oh my God! It smells like spunk in here." Sean's bellow was followed by a hearty laugh. His gaze flicked quickly to Kaeden, drinking him in.
Dani turned bright red. So did Ty.
Nigel looked like he was about to say something, but he glanced at Dani and refrained. Instead he patted Dani's thigh comfortingly and smiled at Sean.
"We can cover up the smell with this," Sean produced a perfectly-rolled joint and waved it back and forth.
"Oh, please! You're going to smoke that in here? Do you have to?" Kaeden was clearly irritated.
"How many of you would like to smoke this now?" Sean asked, grinning evilly.
"Hell, yeah!" Tommy's enthusiastic yes drowned out Nigel's more subdued, "I'm in." Juan had also chimed in with an affirmative. Both Dani and Ty nodded their assent.
"Sorry, Little Bird," Sean pulled a lighter out of his pocket. "You're outnumbered. You can ride up front if it bothers you that much."
Kaeden made a frustrated sound. "I'll just crack the window." He was sitting next to the window across from Dani and now he rolled it down six inches or so and put his face near the opening.
"We have one more stop before we get to the hotel," Sean informed them. "We need to pick up a few more supplies."
Nigel slipped an arm around Dani's shoulder and pulled him close. He fit perfectly. All that bare, perfectly sculpted flesh, not to mention his sweet, musky scent, was driving him to distraction. His cock was achingly hard. He needed some relief soon; he couldn't wait until they got to the hotel. He nuzzled Dani's head and squeezed his bulging biceps.
Dani leaned into Nigel and sighed. He loved how comfortable he felt under the Englishman's arm. He rested his hand lightly on Nigel's solid thigh and breathed in his fantastic scent. In spite of the fact that he'd just had a rather impressive orgasm, he was hard again.
When they arrived at their next stop, Nigel disentangled from Dani and climbed out after Sean.
"Ty, do you want to come too?" Sean asked.
Ty looked up surprised. "Sure." He slid out as well.
Nigel looked at Sean curiously.
"I thought he might be interested in meeting these guys. I don't think they'll mind. I'll just say he's my little brother." Sean winked at Ty. He does kind of seem like a little brother.
He leaned into Nigel. "Did you see what Kaeden's wearing around his neck?"
"A cock ring."
"Good God, that's so hot! I can just picture him with that gold ring around his sweet, hard dick. It's too bad he's such a prude about drugs. He's obviously not a prude about sex."
Nigel nodded in agreement. "He looks awesome tonight." He could understand Sean's attraction to and frustration with the beautiful Asian femme. Kaeden was wearing short white shorts and a turquoise sequined tank top. His fingernails were painted in a sparkly turquoise; he wore long dangly earrings and high-heeled gold sandals.
Next time I get a chance to get on the Internet, I'll have to research cock rings, Ty thought. Sean had clearly meant his comment only for Nigel, but Ty had sharp ears. He had noticed Kaeden's necklace as well and now was glad he hadn't asked him about it.
Inside the limo, Kaeden looked at Dani. "So, like, the ride between your place and ours is probably less than ten minutes. Obviously you took advantage of that time."
Dani blushed furiously. "I know. I can't help it. I mean, we even spent the first five minutes just staring at each other. He barely touched me and it was all over! I'm so over my head! All I have to do is smell him or hear his voice and I'm fucking spurting like a fire hydrant."
Kaeden laughed. "My advice is, enjoy yourself but don't fall in love. Look at this as a short-term thing."
"Yeah, I don't figure it's going to last too long. I'm trying not to get emotionally involved. He's hard to resist though. He calls me three or four times a day."
"Really?" Tommy raised a tweezed eyebrow. "Nigel is a notorious sleep-around. And he's like chill. I'm amazed he's calling you so much. You must be quite the lay."
"I haven't slept with him yet."
"Oh, I see!" Tommy said softly.
When Dani looked at him questioningly he explained, "Maybe that's why. You know how some guys are—they're into you like crazy until you sleep with them and then they never call you again." Tommy looked sympathetic.