St. Claire

"You're going to actually sunbathed this time, right?" I smirked.

"If you will, yes." He grinned. "Now lie back with me and let's watch the clouds pass by."

Clouds? Since when he had ever been interested in clouds? I wondered at this as I did as he asked. It was then that I realized my mistake. I'd chosen the wrong shorts...well I'd misjudged how revealing they were when I was sweaty. The cotton clung to me tightly and since I was freeballing it...well I was exposed to all who might walk by. Fortunately, no one was on the beach with us.

"You get excited easily, don't you?" Paul teased.

He didn't seem bothered by it at all, and his lingering eyes only made it worse for me. "Well, I'm..."

"Don't be embarrassed." Paul said. "I've seen it before, remember." His gaze turned heated and it singed me to the core.

"Yeah, I know." I tried to laugh it off.

I figured humor would mask the lust I felt. How would I explain my throbbing erection to him? That was the question that burned through my mind at the moment. How could he not know now that he turns me on?

I found myself wishing I had a woman present. Then again, I didn't. If I allowed my body to tell him how much I desired him, then it would be up to him to decide how this weekend went. That was the reasoning in my mind. I feared he'd just up and quit. Another scenario would be that he'd accept my bisexuality but wouldn't reciprocate, preferring to be simply friends and work mates. Okay, I was technically his boss so work mates was a little stupid really.

"You getting hard out on Ship Island might prove a little disruptive, don't you think?" He mused.

"Shut up!" I eyerolled him.

He laughed and the next thing I knew his leg was pressed against mine. I was feeling his smooth, hairless flesh against my hairy leg. This graceful touch proved intoxicating and I had to force myself to breathe as his hand found my thigh.

"Just brushing the sand off." He smiled.

It was bull, for I didn't have sand on my leg. He just wanted to touch me.

"I need a shower." I said and moved to get up.

We didn't speak as we crossed the highway and headed back to the house. We'd spent an hour out on the beach and I hadn't realized it, not till now when I saw just how far the sun had gone down.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and slipped out of my shorts and t-shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a man that I barely recognized. I no longer had that youthfully lean build. I was getting a little pudgy in the midsection. I wasn't fat by any means. I could still see the abs that I worked hard at keeping. And yet, the belly just seemed fuller. I knew it was the sedentary office life I now lived. It was also age and the natural progression of things. It bothered me because Paul wouldn't find this attractive. I just knew he wouldn't. And yet, he had touched me. He wanted to touch me. His hand had lingered upon my leg for minutes and there'd been no brushing. I followed the thin line of dark hair that ran down the middle of my stomach. I didn't have much in the way of chest hair. My torso was hairless, except for that one line and the hair that adorned my lower stomach and groin. Amy had insisted on shaving my legs for years, but we both had decided to let some things go. Subsequently, I had hair on my legs once more and she no longer complained about it. She did insist that I keep my pubic hair trimmed short. She hated getting the hair in her mouth. So, I kept that trimmed. As for the pudginess, it was swimming and the gym for now on. If I was to seduce Paul and keep him as a lover, then I wanted the body that would entice him.

"Christian, I'm going to start the grill!" Paul called up from below.

"Ok!" I yelled back. "Oh well...enough of this vanity shit." I hissed and made my way to the shower.

Minutes later, I was downstairs and he was in the kitchen seasoning the steaks.

"You cook?" I was quite surprised. Since he moved in, I'd never seen him do as much as boil water. That was how much Amy had spoiled his ass.

"I can do a lot of things, Christian." He smiled with a look that sent my cock throbbing. "You just never seemed to be interested in me."

"How can you say that?" I inquired as I walked to the fridge and grabbed a cold can of Coke Zero, my choice of poison of late.

"It's all about business." He said as he stood back, revealing that gorgeous body of his. He wore nothing but a pair of shorts, not the ones he'd worn to the beach. No, these were black and even more slim in fit, as if that were possible. It was now that I could see the silhouette in glare of the late evening sun that pierced the trees and shone right into the kitchen and upon him. "You never seem to be interested in me personally."

"Oh, I am Paul." I said.

It must have been the way I said it, for he now gave me a quizzical look. "You have a funny way of showing it." He smiled and ran his fingers through his dusty brown hair that was still wet from his shower.

"I'm showing it the only way I know." I told him.

I couldn't help but see his gaze fall away to my waist. I had put on shorts too and like him I was shirtless. It was still hot and the air conditioning was on the fritz at the moment. Sweat coated my recently showered skin. That was okay because such heat only accentuated my sexual hunger.

"Is that why you arranged this weekend, then?" He asked.

"Me...arranged?" I was confused.

"Amy hates work things like this and always gets out of them. Now suddenly she ups and just leaves on one?"

"I guess." I managed as he inched towards me.

"How were you going to get to know me, Christian?"

"I don't understand..." I tried to respond but I choked on my words. Paul was really close now.

"Did you think that I wouldn't get what you've been trying to do?"

"Trying to do?" I was really confused.

"Seduction is an artform, Christian." He said and smiled as his face came within inches of mine. "You suck at it."

"Really?" I was shocked. I'd seduced countless women.

"Yes, really." He placed his hand upon my trembling stomach. "You've slept with most of the women at the company, haven't you?"

"I have not." I said defensively.

His smile never wavered. "You've never slept with the men though."

"As I said, I'm particular." I countered even as I quaked under his persistent touch.

"I guess I'm your type then." He reached my shorts.

"Yes." I breathed as he slid his hand inside. His touch took my breath away. "You know I don't like men, right?"

"And yet, you're touching me in the most inappropriate of ways."

"I said I don't like men." He retorted. "I didn't say I didn't like you."

"You want to have sex with me, then?"

"Let's just say I'm curious." He whispered before kissing my chest and then running his tongue over my right nipple before moving to the left one.

"You know if we do this...well it'll change things."

"Shouldn't you have thought of that before you began your childish games of seduction?" He countered as he gripped my rock-hard cock in his hand.

"Childish?"

"Don't you think it was childish parading all those women in front of me, orchestrating your make-out sessions at times I'd be there to walk in on you. You wanted me to see, didn't you? Or did you expect that I'd join you, thus making it easier to lure me into sex with you? Was that the motive? Was that the end game?"

"I wanted you." I said. "I want you now."

I kissed him before he could respond. He wasn't expecting that, I could tell. He stiffened in my grip and to make things worse for him I slid my hands down his shorts, feeling the smooth warmth of his ass.

"Christian!" He breathed.

"Don't fight it." I whispered.

He didn't. I withdrew my hands and gripped his ass on the outside of his shorts, forcing him against me, his hips against mine, his raging erection against mine. Before I could find my voice to say another word, I unloaded in my shorts. I needed more control I realized, and yet I was losing it with Paul. I wanted to lose it all.

"Let's get these off, shall we?" He proposed as he dropped to his knees and yanked my shorts down.

The smell of my desire was potent and my cock was throbbing as cum seeped from the soiled head. And yet, Paul took it in hand without hesitation and began messaging me, milking more of my cum, cum that he let fall onto this tongue.

"You taste good." He told me seconds before he placed the head of my cock against is lips. He peered up at me before swallowing it whole. His nose pressed against my stomach, and yet he didn't gag, not yet anyway.

"Christian!"

Within the span of a heartbeat, Paul was gone. The kitchen was gone too. Dazed, I found myself still in my bedroom. Actually, I was sitting on the bed and the towel was on the floor beside me. I glanced up confusedly and saw Paul looming over me bearing an expression mixed with amusement and concern. "Paul...?"

"You've been up here for over an hour." He said. "I've already cooked the steaks. They're on the stove cooling."

"Oh, I guess I was daydreaming." I said apologetically, and yet made no move from the bed. Here I was, nude and hard in front of his eyes, and those pretty, blue eyes of his just couldn't keep from wandering south.

"You've been doing that a lot here lately." He said with a slight blush to his pale cheeks.

I couldn't help but notice that he wore the black shorts I'd envisioned in my dreaming. How in the hell was that possible? I also noticed that his lean body was all hot and sweaty and as a result the shorts clung to his skin. His bulge was clearly visible in the light from the bathroom. Otherwise, the bedroom was dark, for the sun had all but given way to night.

"I guess I've been distracted." I explained.

It was a foolish response, for something in his expression told me he knew it was more than that. He knew that I wasn't saying what I really wanted to say. He knew that I didn't have the courage to.

He nodded and made to leave, but he didn't. He paused and faced me once more. He was clearly conflicted now. "I've a confession to make." He started as a sudden nervousness took ahold of him. He ran his hand through his loose, messed-up hair that he hadn't obviously combed since showering. It was dry but it had dampened again from the sweat and the near-intolerable humidity.

"Stupid air conditioning!"

"What is it?" I uttered softly with a voice that brimmed with barely contained emotion.

"I've not been honest."

"Okay?" I was confused now, more than I'd been before for sure.

"I've not been honest about how I've been feeling...well feeling towards you."

My heart was racing now. "Tell me." I voiced softly again, but with a measure of urgency underlining it.

"I don't normally.... well... you know..." He paused briefly, "I'm not into guys..."

"That's ok." I said wanting to be encouraging but yet I was on pins and needles. It wasn't exactly the direction I desired for him, and yet it harkened back to my dreaming.

"However, I have feelings for you, Christian."

"You do?" I replied a little disbelievingly.

"It's more of a crush, I suppose." He inched closer.

"What do you want?" I barely managed to voice.

"I want to have sex with you."

"Is that all?"

"No, but I know you like playing the field. I know nothing permanent is possible with you."

"You don't know that." I told him. "I might surprise you."

"Amy will probably kill me."

"She'll more likely fuck you till you can't walk straight." I countered.

He was on his knees before me and he placed his hands upon my legs. Already, my cock was achingly erect. The head was seeping pre-cum. The full load was just waiting for the right stimulation.

"Would you like that?"

"Like what?" I responded shallowly.

His mouth was inches from my cock's head. "Me fucking your wife."

"You can fuck her all you want...just as long as you fuck me too."

I couldn't believe I said that, but I had and it obviously pleased him. "You feel the same thing, then?" He asked. "All those arranged encounters that you've been creating...encounters where I'd catch you with one woman or another...they were for my benefit, then?"

"Yes, stupidly, childishly so." I said.

"You just wanted me to see you naked, didn't you?"

"I guess on a subconscious level, yes." I whispered as he began licking the head, savoring the taste of the pre-cum that coated it, all slick and salty. The aroma was potent. Desire filled the room, feeding our need.

"So, it wasn't to prove that you were straight, then?"

"You mean to discourage any potential attraction on your part?" I laughed as he slipped my head into his mouth.

"It did cross my mind." He smirked.

"What convinced you to take this step, then?"

"Amy told me you were crushing on me." He smiled.

"What?" I was shocked.

"Why do you think she went to Little Rock?" He smiled. "Hell, why do you think she asked me to move in with you to begin with?" He added before he swallowed me whole. He went so deep that his nose pressed into my skin.

"I should have known." I manage between breathless groans. He had a wicked tongue.

He pulled back and looked at me. "She hates that kind of thing. You should have suspected an agenda in the works."

He smiled again before he swallowed my head and began to run his tongue over the tip and down the sides, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through me. The skin of a cock was so sensitive, so delicate, and a hot tongue like his was like rocket fuel for the rocket poised for launch. Launch I did. I exploded into his mouth and over his face.

"You want this?" He asked.

"Yes." I said in a broken voice.

He hadn't even wiped his face. My cum still coated it as he stood up before me. He made no move as I ran my hands over his stomach, feeling its living firmness. He quaked with each movement of my fingers. I felt everyone as I gripped the waistband of his shorts. He was so hard that the thin fabric barely contained it's bulk. It was angled down and as I pulled on them, it sprang out right at mouth level. It was as if it wanted me to suck it and suck it I did. I didn't wait a second to slide it into mouth, tasting its warm, sweaty saltiness. It was so good that I withdrew to the point where I could lick the head as he'd done to me. Pre-cum seeped out and I devoured it all, and all the while he groaned loudly as he gripped my head. His fingers buried themselves into my black, wavy hair. They felt good as I worked his cock, which throbbed now in my mouth. He was near climax and I slowed it down, preparing for the cum that would soon flood my mouth. I slide my tongue down the shaft and then worked my way back up. I did this several times and finally, just as I was once more at his head, he exploded. It was so much cum that I choked as it filled the back of my throat. Cum even escaped my mouth and coated my cheeks and chin. Once I stopped choking, I began to milk him for more, and each groan told me that he had a little more to give. He gave. Another load spewed out and I swallowed it. No, I devoured it. I was that hungry.

"Are you ready for what comes next?" I asked him.

He nodded yes, but his face looked worried. "I've never..."

"You're a virgin, then?" I smiled.

He affirmed with another nod.

"I'll take it easy on you." I promised. I got up and guided him onto the bed. I maneuvered him onto his back. Amy had started liking anal sex so we had a bottle of lubricant in the nightstand. We had condoms too. She demanded their use because she didn't want to suck a cock that had been inside someone's ass, including her own. I didn't blame her on that. "Condom or no condom?"

"No condom." He said huskily now.

"Good, I want to fill your tight hole with cum." I smiled wickedly at him.

I lubed my cock into arousal and moved into him, so close that his legs were pressed into my body. I gripped one and positioned my cock's head at the edge of his anus. He quavered as I pressed it inside him, slowly pushing it in as far as it could go. He grunted and squirmed with every inch and that pleased me to no end.

"You are tight." I said pleasurably. "I'm going to enjoy breaking your ass in." I mused. "This is going to become a regular thing, you know."

"I know." He nodded. "I want this too. I want to be your lover."

"It's not just me." I warned him.

"It's Amy too." He said. "I told her I'd give myself to her too."

"Did you now?" I studied him. It occurred to me that this had been in the works for a while. "Have you been with her?"

"No, she wanted to wait till I was yours." He told me between soft whimpers.

I kept my cock in place, letting it settle a bit and for him to become used to the intrusive pain. There was always the pain, but at some point it became pleasurable, so much so that one began to welcome it, even to desire it and only it. That was when you knew a lover had become an anal lover.

"She's such a good girl." I muttered as I began to pull back, pulling to the point that my head remained just within his anal opening. "I'm going to fuck you now, Paul."

"Okay." He said more with his eyes than with his words.

"I'm going to make you mine now."

"Please." He begged.

And so, it began...the breaking of Paul. With each thrust I felt him give. I felt him surrender. By the time I exploded inside him, he'd become the slut he said he wanted to be, over and over again as I'd hammered his ass into climax. Yes, I'd started out slow, but to be honest.... I couldn't help myself. I wanted him. I wanted him desperately and so I pushed the limit with him. I pushed past his inhibitions and I was proven right. He'd begged for more. He'd begged for another load. I provided that load, filling his anus with so much cum that it was overflowing.

"Now, are you ready for those steaks?" I asked him through a very satisfied smile.

"More than you know." He croaked and laid back on the mattress, so exhausted he couldn't move.

♂

The steaks were surprisingly still warm as I got the potatoes ready for baking. We had to have something with them, right? I wasn't in a salad mood and neither was Paul. After they were in the oven, I leaned against the counter, staring out at the night-shrouded front lawn and the cars that were passing by on the highway. It was hot, stifling so, and I didn't put on anything but a pair of shorts. I had a feeling when I slid them on that they wouldn't be on for long. Paul came up behind me and I felt his cock pressing into my backside before sliding between my partially parted legs.

"I take it you're hungry, huh?" I teased.

"Ravenously." He whispered huskily into my ear even as his hands slid my shorts down, all the while kissing me upon the neck and shoulders.

"The steaks are going to be cold by the time we actually eat." I joked.

"We have a microwave, and an air fryer." He pointed out as he ran his hands over my hips and then my cock.

I instantly hardened at his touch and at the feel of his throbbing head that rested against my ass now. I felt the heat of it, and the wetness. "You ready for this?" I asked.

He was a virgin in anal sex. I'd already broke in his, and now it was his turn to venture into uncharted anal waters. Ok...bad pun. What could I say, really? I was lousy at humor. I took ahold of him and discovered that he'd lubed up. It was then his fingers pressed against my anus. I felt the coolness of the lubricant. Amy loved the icy hotness of it and always sought that brand. I braced myself as he slid his fingers inside me, two at once.

"How bold." I murmured as he droved them in deep.

"Why not?" He mused. "Fortune befriends the bold."

"Interesting." I gasped as Paul withdrew his fingers till they were poised at the entrance. He kept them there for what seemed minutes before he finally shoved them in, hard this time.