When Dams are Broken Ch. 02

Kei stared at the sexy older man. His cheeks were flushed pink and he was breathless, probably from throating Kei's dick whole and sucking the fuck out of it like it had never been sucked before. His mind went back to the image of the Michael submissively looking up at him, begging to have his face fucked just a few minutes ago. It's hard to walk on sand with this boner, Kei thought. Thankfully, they were right in front of the hotel already.

Kei has always been a jealous man. A lot of his relationships failed because they told him he was too possessive. He didn't really know why. He was confident in himself, but he couldn't help but obsessively want his sexual partners only for himself. He was pretty good at sex so they agree at first, but they all start to feel suffocated at some point. He's been trying to get better at that for the past few years and he's been making great strides.

Then this happens with Michael. The beautiful, bi-curious man said he had a wife. These types of situations were normally still off-limits to him. The guy had a wife; he'd get fucking jealous and they'd both end up miserable.

Kei didn't expect himself to agree. But he did. He took Michael's hand and led him inside the luxurious beach-front hotel.

Kei stayed at a pretty expensive, high-end hotel, Michael observed. Every marble and furniture inside screamed luxury. They even had to take an elevator to get to the room. The younger man immediately pressed the button before pushing Michael on the wall, kissing his lips fiercely. He hurriedly unbuttoned the older man's polo as he pushed his own half-naked body completely onto his.

Michael whimpered as the younger man started groping at his chest and nipples, his polo now threatening to fall off from his slightly exposed shoulders. Good thing there weren't any people out in this hour.

Kei grunted, "When is this fucking elevator going to open?"

The older man felt breathless. He looked at the wolfish desire on Kei's expression. The gorgeous young man's previous polite, composed attitude was now completely gone as he drooled over Michael's body. He knew it was a bit pathetic, but he felt giddy at Kei's transparent lust for him.

He felt beautiful.

Michael felt a wave of courage and teasingly put his hands on the young man's crotch as he asked, "You said you.....found me hot. Awhile ago. Tell me, Kei."

Michael nervously gulped, but still continued, "Tell me what you thought when we locked eyes this morning."

Kei asked, confused, "I thought you didn't remember meeting eyes with me?"

"You're a fucking gorgeous man, from head to toe. Did you really think I wouldn't? I panicked and lied," Michael said in frustration.

The younger man laughed at the confession, biting his lip as he struggled to hide the joy in his eyes.

Michael fucking remembered him.

"I basically eye-fucked you blatantly; I looked at your body and wondered how you would taste like. How you would feel inside me. You were smiling...until you looked back at me. Why did you look at me, Kei?" Michael pressingly asked, his fingers sensually touching the rigid cock bulging through the pants. He felt Kei's breath hitch.

"I... don't know. I just saw your e-eyes and I couldn't help but stare--don't t-touch me there, baby. I can't even fucking walk right now," Kei whined as he scolded Michael's naughty hands.

Michael's hands continued wandering as he urged, "And?"

"A-and, I don't know, you were just so p-pretty. Fuck. You looked like you were enjoying the sand and the b-beach and I found that so fucking attractive. Then I saw t-that ass."

Michael was taken aback. His groping temporarily stopped.

Kei stuttered as he blushed, "You have a really p-pretty butt, okay? I HAD to look at it; look at you. You were just so beautiful. God, this is more embarrassing than I thought. Shit. Surely you noticed how happy I was when I m-met you again at the bonfire."

Michael felt the corners of his mouth uncontrollably rising at his cute, hilarious candor. He cackled.

Kei rolled his eyes in mock-derision as he slapped Michael's ass. The older man yelped in response.

"Let's see if you can still laugh with the pounding your ass would take tonight." Kei said as he kissed him gently on his eyelids.

Michael shuddered. The complete contrast of his lewd words and the sickeningly sweet gesture had his mind reeling and his knees weaker than it already was. His lips unconsciously parted and Kei took advantage as he invaded the older man's mouth with his tongue. He felt him brush against the corners of his teeth. Michael squirmed at the weird, ticklish sensation. It annoyed him somewhat that Kei was a great kisser. The young man was way bolder and skillful in making out than his middle-aged ass. Where was the justice?

He snapped back from his thoughts when Kei lightly bit at his tongue. the competitive Michael took that as a challenge and he made out with the man harder and more enthusiastically. Kei seemed to have noticed because he felt the young man smirk and amp up his tongue action in response.

Until the door of the elevator opened.

Kei smoothly grabbed his waist with his toned arms before dragging him inside. Michael didn't struggle and just continued kissing him, his hand on the man's neck and chest; the whole sequence looking more like a well-choreographed dance than two actual guys just struggling to stop themselves from fucking the shit out of each other on the elevator.

Michael obsessively looked at the gorgeous man's naked upper body again. He leaned in and aggressively licked him from his solar plexus to his collar bones. Michael tasted the edible oil--strawberry mint--along with what he assumed was Kei's salty sweat. It tastes so good, Michael thought distractedly. He saw the younger man hastily pushing a button from the corners of his eyes. He didn't see what floor number Kei pressed on the elevator clearly--he was too focused on the body in front of him; this work of art. Michael bit his lip as he played with the still oiled-up pecs.

"Wanna just do it here?" Kei asked jokingly.

"I'm not entirely against that honestly." Michael replied.

Kei stared blankly at him.

The elevator opened. Michael took his hand and whispered, "But, I'd rather do it in a bed for now. So take me to your room, lover boy."

Kei grinned.

"As you wish, sir." He pulled the older man's hand to meet his lips and kissed the back suavely like a gentleman. He then lead him by the hand.

He stopped at Room 203 as he got the key out from his pocket.

"We're finally fucking he--" Kei sighed in relief before being interrupted by Michael's burning kisses on his lips as he was pushed against his own door.

Kei grunted and aggressively hissed into his mouth as he flipped their position. He pushed the older man against the door with the weight of his own body while skillfully unlocking it with one hand.

He drew Michael into a tight embrace, never letting his lips separate from his, and tugged at the door-knob to open. Kei pushed him into the room as he ripped the older man's polo off of his shoulders, closing the door behind him with a kick as he haphazardly kneaded the body in his hands.

He whined, "Let's get started, baby. Fuck. Please."

Michael took his first breath in the air-conditioned room. He felt his head cool down a bit and said, "I want to take a bath first."

Kei said hurriedly, "No need for that. I really don't mind, Michael--"

"But I do."

A pause of silence suffused into the air before Kei finally replied, "Okay. Alright. I understand."

He backed off and gave Michael space.

Kei said, "I'll get you a towel. Everything else you'll need is probably inside. So....take your time."

Michael kissed him on the cheek gently and said, "I'll be back, alright?"

He then slightly patted Kei's noticeable bulge through his pants. The young man groaned in response before glaring at him.

Michael laughed as he hurriedly entered the bathroom. Kei was right; he had everything he needed here. All basic essentials were neatly placed in a cabinet. Except the towel.

The bathroom was pretty clean and organized; it was separated in two with a colored non-transparent glass in between. The whole thing looked luxurious, Michael thought as he cautiously moved in it for fear of breaking something. He went through the sliding glass door and was surprised at the perfectly square-shaped bathtub placed in the middle of it all, just beside the shower. This side of the glass wall was bigger than he initially thought.

Michael undressed. He turned on the shower and sighed as he felt the warmth diffuse on his skin. He started to rub soap all over his body, making sure every crevice, every inch of his skin was clean.

Michael heard someone knocking before entering.

"Hey, I got you the towel," Kei said behind the glass.

"Thanks, Kei. Just put it there."

The younger man saw Michael's shadow behind the blurred glass and gulped. Fuck. He felt his mind uncontrollably wander, fantasizing about the hot scene literally happening just a few feet away from him.

He couldn't help but imagine how the warm water was running through Michael's hair; how it was pouring down on his open mouth (let him have this), overflowing, as it eventually dribbles down his chin and throat. Some of the water will probably go through his beautifully proportionate shoulders, his trapezius....and the sensual arch of his back, made more prominent by his raised arms as his pretty fingers run through his soapy hair. Kei pictured the water smoothly stream further down his beautiful waist and in between his sexy ass crack--touching the entrance of the warm, puckered hole he so desperately wanted to make love to--before finally getting to flow on his fucking legs.

Kei felt breathless as he imagined the whole thing. He thought half-jokingly; that's probably what the quote, "Be water, my friend," means, right?

The younger man went back out from the bathroom and just sat there, waiting on his bed as his expression turned impatient. His legs couldn't help but fidget; he was pretty antsy. Kei practically felt like a child.

After a few minutes, he heard the bathroom door opening and his head instinctually turned to glance in that direction. Michael was standing there with a towel on top his wet head. The water slowly gathered to the tips of his hair and dripped down onto his half-naked body. Michael was only wearing his shorts. Fuck.

Kei stared heatedly at the sexy sight. He then observed Michael; the older man seemed much more calmer and as a consequence, more conscious of himself again.

Kei calmed down and spoke appreciatively with a lump in his throat, "Shit. You look....beautiful, all wet like that."

Michael sheepishly smiled and said, "Thanks."

Kei stared thoughtfully at the older man for a few seconds before finally deciding fo speak. He said, "Listen. I know it's scary. So don't take this the wrong way because I know you know how much I fucking want you," he took a deep breath and erratically looked down at the floor as he continued, "But it's up to you. I don't want you to regret anything when you wake up and I certainly want you to know that it's never too late to back off--"

"I want to, Kei."

Kei looked up at Michael's eyes. He hopefully asked, "Really?"

"Yeah. I didn't make this decision during the heat of the moment or because I was tipsy or whatever. I want this. I want you," Michael said simply.

Kei was taken aback for a while before grinning, "Well, I'm happy to give you all that I got."

Michael chuckled. He approached Kei slowly, taking off the wet towel from his hair and carefully folding it. He then put it on top of the bed before sitting down beside the young man. The older man's eyes shined with slight anticipation as the same flaming desire in him just awhile ago started to burn again.

Kei laughed at the cute scene of him folding the fabric; the older man was still so unusually polite in this situation. He leaned in to kiss Michael gently on his lips before moving away. He muttered a 'wait' as he got up from the bed and approached the cabinet. Kei opened one of the drawers and pulled out a bottle of lube.

Michael was confused. Why did he bring that on a vacation?

"Why do you have lube just lying around on your bag?"

Kei blushed at the question. He stuttered, "Um, because I...like p-playing with myself. Even on vacations. Actually, e-especially on vacations."

Michael chuckled, "Healthy boy. Is that good news for me?"

Kei quickly regained his cool and smirked, "I'd rather show you, honestly."

A slight pause visited the room. They both looked at each other, just basking in each other's presence. It was a calm, comfortable type of silence. The air didn't feel awkward at all, contrary to what most people would imagine--at least to Kei.

"I want to see." Michael suddenly said. Before Kei noticed, the man was already flushed with excitement as he continued, "I want to see you playing with yourself."

Kei smiled with a glint in his eye while approaching him.

He suddenly held Michael's neck a little bit roughly and whispered, "I don't think so, baby. You've played enough for today, don't you think so?"

He licked the corners of Michael's lips before continuing, "I gave you your fucking turn. Now, your 'healthy boy' wants his. So, tell me, Michael. Am I going to fucking get mine?"

Goosebumps rose all over Michael's body. He bit his lower lip, smiling towards the younger man as he whispered almost reverently, "Yes."

"Good boy," Kei complimented.

He pushed Michael down on the mattress and put pillows in the back of his head as he smiled.

"I told you I was going to fulfill your wildest fantasies. Now, relax, breathe, and enjoy as much as I am going to--rimming this fucking delicious ass," Kei said as he expertly licked single circles around Michael's nipples before he dragged his tongue all the way under--right on top of Michael's pubic region, planting kisses on the fabric of the shorts. He looked up at Michael, smirking, as he bit on the edge of the pants, pulling it down to the older man's thighs with his clenched teeth before taking it off completely with his hands. He threw the shorts in the floor as he took in the sexy sight in front of him.

Michael's cock was standing erect; it seemed just as neat and clean as the man. Along with the gentle curve and its slightly above-average size, it looked like a fucking meal, Kei thought as he licked his lips. He put his face under the beautiful cock, still locking eyes with Michael, as he smiled and inhaled. The older man shuddered at the look of lust on the young man's face.

He saw Kei gently take one lick. From the base to the head. While staring at him still.

Michael winced from the sudden stimulation.

"You taste so good, baby. I love this; what a beautiful cock." Kei said as he started sensually stroking it up and down. Michael sighed in pleasure while closing his eyes.

The younger man could see Michael's expression, scrunching up in pleasure as he gave him a handy blowjob. Kei was so fucking horny seeing it--he felt a little lightheaded. His cock was struggling inside his pants, craving release. He wanted Michael so bad right now. He wanted nothing more than to completely bury his cock inside this man and see him--hear him scream out his name.

But this is Michael's first time. More than he wanted the sweet release of an intense orgasm, he wanted Michael to just have a good time. He wanted a great, gentle, first experience for him. He wanted a night the man would definitely look fondly at for years to come.

He wanted to make this older man scream. Out of fucking pleasure. Make it so good for him that anyone else would seem unsatisfying. Make it so that Michael has no choice but to use Kei and his body, no one else, to feel good--Kei stopped himself from spiraling deeper into his possessive desire; this wasn't about him.

He took Michael's beautiful dick in his mouth. It was pretty girthy with a lot of length, but Kei had experience so he didn't struggle much.

"Shit..." Michael gasped under Kei's expert tongue. He saw the gorgeous, manly face slobber all over it with his saliva as he licked every inch of the cock-meat like it was melting ice cream. When the whole length was finally covered with a shiny sheen, the younger male started to pump the base and bob his head skillfully on the dick before eagerly licking the balls. He looked as if he was fucking having the time of his life sucking him off, the bi-curious man thought, and if that wasn't the hottest thing ever.

Michael groaned; he felt Kei going lower. He felt his wet tongue, gradually going underneath his balls to explore the area around his ass crack. He felt Kei's face near the cleft of his cheeks as he continued to lash his tongue indiscriminately in the area between.

Then he felt the young man's rummaging tongue finally make contact with his entrance; the older man shivered at the ticklish sensation. He started getting used to the light taps until he felt Kei's tongue lapping up at it eagerly like it was honey. Fuck.

Michael's body instinctively squirmed. It felt uncomfortably pleasurable. Like it was both relieving and creating an itch at the same time somewhere deep inside. And he wanted nothing more than something to fucking scratch it.

Michael's fingers ran through the younger man's hair as he pulled and buried him against his ass. He whimpered, "Kei...I want you inside me now...."

"We ain't even close, baby." The younger man replied.

Kei wantonly dived in deeper, rubbing his face all over the fat cheeks. Michael tasted so fucking good. He could worship this man's fucking ass all day. Kei inhaled, the older man smelled like a mix of soap--Kei's soap--and his own tantalizing bodily scent. He groaned as he continued tonguing the the older man's tasty asshole. The entrance constantly twitched under the tip of his tongue, threatening to squeeze whatever enters its vicinity. Eventually, his dick would feel this warmth, Kei thought. He took a breather and spat directly on it. The young man intoxicatingly watched as his foamy spit slowly dribble on the asshole's pinkish-brown pucker. His cock was as hard as iron at this point and Kei felt his whole body itch with desire to just fucking feel this hot, burning furnace around him, melting him with its heat completely. He hissed as he continued to salivate all over it, kissing it in every side. He fucking made out with it as intensely as he did with Michael awhile ago; constantly stimulating the area around the entrance with his lips while his tongue went in and out of the twitching hole again and again. And again. As if he was telling it to open up to him.

He felt Michael squirm under his tongue.

"Fuck...shiiit....Kei.....Kei...! Your t-tongue, shit." Michael's hand unconsciously let go of Kei's hair as his hands went up and clutched tightly unto the fabric next to his head. Kei groaned in response as he reached out and pulled it back to his side while continuing to rim Michael's puckered asshole.

The older man breathed deeply. Kei never let his hand go as he kept drowning Michael in deeper fucking pleasure. Fuck, this was so....romantic. Michael flushed at the realization. Kei was so intimate with the whole ordeal. The older man realized then that he couldn't be in better hands.

"I'm gonna use my fingers now. Any safe words, baby?" Kei asked as he opened the bottle of lube and put some on his fingers, coating it.

Michael said breathlessly, "Tequila."

Kei laughed before agreeing, "Alright."

He started gently prying Michael's puckered hole even more open with his fingers. He seemed oddly focused on Michael's expressions during, which made the older man feel slightly embarrassed and conscious of how he looked like.

"W-why are you looking?" he stuttered.