The Most Beautiful Fucks

"What if the elevator starts again?" he asked.

"Who gives a fuck if it does?" I retorted. "We've got a scene to finish." His breath was hot against my neck. My own quickened in anticipation.

"What were we supposed to do again?" he murmured, getting into the game. He knew damn well what came next.

"Well," I began, grinning. "First you stripped me..." Blaine pulled down my pants, and my thick, pulsating cock slapped against his stomach. I tore the package with my teeth and slipped the rubber over my dick. I liked my condoms ribbed. "Then I picked you up by your ass, and..." Raising his powerful legs, I could feel the subtle movements of his thigh muscles working. I shoved him against the side of the elevator, hard. "...You gripped me with your legs...just like that...I thought, God, I was going to fuck you to the moon. It was unbelievable. Pretty soon..." I began rubbing my cock against the lightly furred entrance of Blaine's love tunnel, causing both of us to gasp. The seesaw motion set off a humming in my body as my foreskin peeled back to expose my cock head to heat and unbelievable sensations. The heady aroma of breeding males wafted through the thick, dark air. It was time to mate. "...I began pushing my cock...into your hot ass..." I spoke through gritted teeth, as my cock head nudged aside Blaine's cheeks, stretching his hole to allow me entry. Blaine gasped and dug his nails into my back. I knew it hurt. He'd ripped me open often enough. But I held steady with my mission, determined to take him, for my pleasure and for his. His sphincter muscles tightened over the width of my cock, then relaxed as it closed over the base of my head. I was in.

"God, you were tight," I breathed. Blaine's chest heaved speechlessly, and I covered his mouth with mine. I greeted his tongue for a brief duet, before I began sliding my shaft up his tunnel. His velvet innards seemed to pulse as I scraped his walls raw. I drove into the molten heat until my balls hung from his crevice. I wondered, in my testosterone-induced euphoria, if I could somehow drive my balls in as well. "Blaine," I whispered, burying my face in his sweaty neck. He was wet everywhere. I lifted my hands off his drenched ass and placed them on the wall behind him. Even the walls were sweating.

"Ty," he whispered back.

That was all the affirmation I needed. I pulled back, feeling his rectum blow me as I withdrew, then inhale again as I pushed back in. In and out, in and out, I was making his ass breathe. His body was coming to life.

Each thrust was a thrust of pure pleasure; each plunge produced a new sound. Whether it was the wet slap of my pelvis hitting his soaked cheeks or Blaine's grunts of gratification, I knew this was right. We were mating in the way only two men could mate. I was breeding my partner, engaging in an act of procreation without possibility of producing a mistake. I could die, of course, both of us from that blasted virus. But God, I wasn't going to die without Blaine. We'd sealed our fate on a ranch five years ago. Blaine was inside me, just as I was inside him now, fucking forever.

Our grunts were becoming louder. Blaine met my thrusts with thrusts of his own, using his steely legs and my body as leverage. His cock, having swelled to full size, was leaving a path of sticky precum along my belly. My arms strained, gripping his flexing shoulder muscles. His deep bellows echoed in the heavy air. So male, I thought. I knew each thrust promised a wilder pleasure, each grunt marking our growing proximity to oblivion. But I wasn't finished. There was more to be had.

I slowed my thrusts. Blaine, knowing what was to come next, did the same. It was hard for both of us, but we knew we could enjoy greater pleasure with a little patience. Eventually he relaxed his grip around my waist and set his legs down. My cock slid out with reluctant juices trailing in its wake.

"Ah. I remember now," sighed Blaine, his voice raspy from his cries. "I liked the next part. Too bad we don't got any horses."

"We can improvise," I said. I turned Blaine around so that his back was against me.

I heard the rustle of our clothes as he got down on all fours. "Like this?" he asked.

This man could read my mind. I got down on my knees behind him. "Yeah... Just like this."

"Hey, you remember the horse's name? He felt really good underneath me." I put my hands on either side of his waist.

"Starlight," I said, and plunged my cock into him.

"Starlight... that's right," he gasped.

In the next few minutes, or eons for all we knew, I pummelled him mercilessly with my cock. I leaned over and wrapped my arms around him so that my chest slid in the slick sweat of his back. I could feel the subtle movements of every muscle against me, all dancing to my tempo. I liked one muscle in particular. I gripped it. He groaned. "Like that?" I grunted. He moaned in agreement. I began stroking him, just a little.

Meanwhile, I mounted and fucked him like a dog entering a bitch in heat, rutting like the animals we were. I was marking territory, claiming ownership, quenching my most primeval instincts. I sank my fangs, lightly, into Blaine's shoulder. My mate howled, before twisting his neck for a kiss. I devoured him in the dark.

The pleasure was becoming intense. We were both groaning loudly now with each thrust. Anyone standing near enough on whatever floor we were at would know there were two males copulating on the elevator floor. But we were more than that. We were two men sharing our body, mind and souls. Healing.

"Next scene," I rasped, and let go of his cock. I pulled out.

"Fucking shit!" exclaimed Blaine, collapsing on his stomach. "I almost came!"

I leaned back, changing my position so that I was sitting on the floor, my cock pointing straight up. As we rested for a few minutes to catch our breath, I caressed up and down his leg, enjoying the feel of his matted hair. My Blaine.

"God, I want you," he said, his voice husky. He pushed me onto my back, straddling me. He gripped my cock and engulfed it easily in his body. His ass was relaxed and wet, but it was still tight like a valve, playing a tune so ancient it defied definition. Every one of my senses seemed heightened: I could smell the suffocating heat and overpowering pheromones; I could hear the sound of everything from our tumultuous cries to the occasional dripping of Blaine's sweat onto the metallic floor; I could feel his rough hands kneading my abdomen and the cycles of pressure and release as he grinded into my cock; I could taste his spit and the salt of his sweat as he leaned over and tongued me; I could almost see our sexual energy, pulsating and vibrating in this surreal world of our own making.

"I'm close, Ty!" Blaine yelled.

Quickly, I rolled him over and began pounding into him in earnest.

"Last scene!" I exalted.

He used his legs to impale himself upwards onto my cock, demanding the pleasure of release from torment. His muscular arms swam across the salty pools on my back. I drowned my thoughts in his wetness, while my cock burned in the furnace of his rectum. Searing flames coursed like lightning through my overheating cock, opening fissures to oblivion. Oh God, we were getting close.

"Don't leave me...don't leave me, ever!" I shouted.

"Not... in... this... life!" cried Blaine.

Suddenly, the world jolted. I vaguely realized that the lights had come on and the elevator had begun moving. We were too high in our fuck to know or care about something so mundane. Still, I appreciated the light. Now I could see Blaine as I plunged my cock into his hole, again and again. In those sparkling, blue-green eyes, I saw in that moment what I had never dreamt I'd ever see.

Forty-two, forty-three, forty-four...

"Ty..." God, I was close.

Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven...

"Ty!... Ty!... Ty!" I felt all the powers of the world concentrate in the base of my shaft. The eruption of this volcano, I knew, would shatter the fabrics of the universe.

Forty-eight, forty-nine...

A new life was waiting.

"Blay!"

"Ty!"

* * *

In the confines of the elevator of St. Boniface Tower, there were two simultaneous supernovas that day. One eruption came from the cock of Blaine Hall, hurled from his rigid staff to burst in milky ways across his universe, which he called Ty. The other, more contained but no less spectacular, came from the large pulsating cock of Tyler Olathe, just as he was plunging his steel one last time into the intolerably tight furnace of Blaine Hall. The combined sonic boom travelled through the elevator door to rattle the windows of the fifty-first floor of St. Boniface Tower. The aftershocks continued for some time, creating more sticky milky ways in their wake.

An eon later, the elevator dinged.

***

Gradually, as my convulsions died down, I became aware of my surroundings. The door of the elevator was open. Blaine and I looked curiously out into our new world. What kind of creatures would inhabit this place?

As it turned out, all of them were human, though they seemed to be in an oddly misty-eyed, sniffing-nose state. On closer inspection, we realized they were our closest friends: Curtis, Sandy, Brent, Mervin, and Anne. The exception was a bald, sharp-featured man dressed in a bright pink suit. The expression on his face was that of a triumphant general. We eyed this creature with suspicion.

"...After all," crooned the pink man into his cell, "what do you expect when you put two gay guys in a room together? ...Yes, thank you Rodney, you did a fabulous job. You're definitely my all-time favourite electrician...Of course you'll receive our latest Pool Boy video, I always keep my word... It was a pleasure...Well, I really must go now, thank you again Rodney. Ta ta!"

He snapped the cell phone shut with a click. I felt strangely violated.

"We heard everything, guys," said Curtis, shaking his head and smiling.

"It was so beautiful," sniffed Sandy. She blew her nose.

"God bless you, Dearies..." sighed Anne in her heavy Irish accent. "In me sixty years, I've never heard a lad or lass say the t'ings you two said, in the way you two said 'em."

I was beginning to feel embarrassed. "How...?"

"We substituted a high-frequency Ambix UV system for the security camera," offered Mervin.

"In other words, a spy-cam," Brent grinned. "Don't worry; it only broadcasted to Gary's office. Or so Gary says."

Our eyes swivelled to the man in the pink suit. Gary walked up to the elevator and sniffed expertly. He seemed thoughtful.

"Not bad, boys," he declared finally. "I've been meaning to ventilate this elevator for years." He examined his nails. "Well, that will be all for today, boys; no need to exhaust your tools at your age. I expect to see you two Tuesday morning at eight for the first scene of 'Bare Duets.' You don't want to disappoint me, now, do you?"

He frowned. "Dear Mary, I think I might have chipped a nail."

Without another word, he turned and sashayed into his office.