Wolf Tales IX. Kate Douglas
this time. Not with this man. Not now.
“You won’t.” Luc slowly stood and rested his palms on Jake’s shoulders. “You can’t fail at anything, Jake. This is not a test.” He leaned his head close, rested his forehead against Jake’s. “And if it were, I can promise you, you’ve already passed.”
“I don’t understand.” Jake rolled his head back and forth against Luc’s and he felt his throat thicken, as if he might break down and cry. “I don’t understand any of this.”
Luc tilted his chin and kissed him again. Softly, gently. If he’d wanted to, Jake could have closed his eyes and imagined a woman’s lips on his.
But he desired Luc. Wanted it to be Luc’s mouth, Luc’s cock. His strong male body pressed close to Jake’s, showing him things he’d only imagined.
Neither of them said a word, but they pulled apart and slowly removed their clothing. When they were both naked, Jake expected to feel nervous or at the least, silly, standing here in the firelight, stark naked with the biggest boner he’d ever had in his life. Instead he felt a sense of communion, a feeling of connection, once again, to a man he’d known barely a week.
They stared, unabashedly studying one another. Luc was almost as tall, maybe six four to Jake’s six five, but broader in the chest, heavily muscled with a thick mat of dark hair that arrowed down to a flat belly.
His cock was huge—long and thick with heavy veins running the length of the shaft. Unlike Jake, he’d been cut, and the broad glans was shaped like a ripe plum and every bit as big.
Jake had never taken a man in his mouth before. At this moment, he had no other choice. He had to taste the thick bead of cream resting at the narrow slit, needed to feel the silky skin against his lips, the smooth crown filling his mouth, stretching his lips. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around Luc’s buttocks, pressed his face against his groin and inhaled the rich, musky scent of another man.
He knew what he liked when he got his own cock sucked. It was a simple enough thing to turn the process around, to run his tongue the full length of that thick shaft, to dip into the damp slit in the tip of the glans and sample the salty, almost bitter taste of Luc’s seed.
Jake lifted Luc’s sac in his hand, palming the hard orbs inside and rolling each nut between his fingers. Then he wrapped his lips around the slick crown and sucked. Luc groaned, thrust his hips forward, and tangled his fingers in Jake’s long hair.
Jake sucked him deeper, ran his tongue along the full length and tasted more of Luc’s seed. He wondered if he’d be able to swallow another man’s ejaculate, wondered if he even wanted to suck him until he came, but before he could decide, Luc pulled himself free of Jake’s mouth. Blowing as if he’d run a mile, Luc leaned over and rested his hands on Jake’s shoulders. His cock bobbed in front of Jake’s mouth, shiny with saliva. Slick and wet and unbelievably tempting.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Luc said. “Right? I thought you said you’d never done this before.”
Jake laughed and wiped the back of his hand across his lips. “Never. Why’d you want me to stop?” He should have felt awkward, kneeling in front of a naked man. Instead, he felt like laughing. He wanted to lean close and lick the white bubble off Luc’s cock. Wanted to, and so he did.
“Enough. Hold on. Shit…” Luc raised his head and stared into the darkness. “I knew it. He is trying to kill me.” Muttering, laughing, Luc leaned over and grabbed his pants, reached in the pocket and found a couple of foil packets. “You want top or bottom, because it doesn’t matter to me. Man, I am so ready to fuck.”
He grabbed his cock and stroked himself a couple times, totally at ease with his body. And huge. Really huge.
Jake blinked. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. Hadn’t thought of this at all, but he raised his head and realized he felt uncomfortable now on his knees, eye level with another man’s package. It was too real, too graphic. He stood up. Taller than Luc. That was a good thing. “I don’t know. I’ve never…”
“I have. Either’s fine with me. Sometimes for a first time, top’s easier, but whichever you decide, you can trust me.”
Trust me.
Jake hadn’t thought about drinking for a week. Hadn’t thought about killing himself, about the job, or death, or the fact he’d been on a downward spiral, ready to hit bottom.
All he’d thought about was sex. Sex and Luc, always in the same sentence, the same breath. “Bottom,” he said. “Show me what to do. What you like.”
They spread one of the sleeping bags on the ground and left the second one rolled up. Jake lay on his back with his knees bent and Luc shoved the rolled bag under his butt so it lifted him up. He felt awkward like this, but Luc said it was better. Not as vulnerable as he might feel on his hands and knees.
As exposed as he felt, Jake found that hard to believe. He lay there with his ass in the air, his knees bent and his feet flat to the ground. His cock and balls hung in the breeze, unprotected. He felt helpless and utterly defenseless.
Luc knelt between his legs. Jake expected him just to shove his cock inside. He waited for the pain because damn, he knew it would hurt, but Luc didn’t do anything of the sort. He stroked Jake’s thighs and ran his hands over his belly. He leaned forward until their bellies touched with their hard cocks trapped between them, hot and heavy and wet with pre-cum. Their nipples touched and their balls brushed together. Luc reached between their bodies and stroked Jake’s sac, slipped his hand lower to stroke his perineum. Then he gently ran his fingertip over Jake’s pucker, pressing, releasing, pressing until Jake was lifting his hips, anxious to meet Luc’s touch.
His legs quivered. Lightning stuck wherever Luc stroked him. Every nerve ending was charged but the most sensitive place wasn’t his cock, it was that tight little puckered hole in his ass. Luc was using some kind of lube because Jake was slick and soft down there and the muscle fluttered and clenched against Luc’s fingertip. When Luc shoved a finger inside, Jake was more than ready.
There was no pain. None at all.
Luc pressed deep. In and out, in again. Jake’s perception of sensation seemed to ramp higher than anything he’d ever experienced. He could have sworn he felt the ridges of Luc’s fingerprints, a tiny snag on his fingernail, a callus. Luc added another finger and Jake planted his feet, lifted his hips and pushed back against it, forcing Luc deep inside, until both of them were panting. Their chests billowed in and out and their hearts pounded, and they weren’t even fucking yet.
Luc backed away. Jake groaned with a sense of loss, of total abandonment, but Luc was back, his cock sheathed in latex. He bent Jake’s knees and pushed his legs close against his chest. Then he pressed his cock against Jake’s ass. Jake felt the thick head bump his buttocks. The tip of the condom felt slick, as if Luc had covered it with lube. It left a damp spot against the back of his thigh.
Luc grabbed himself and found his target. He shoved hard against Jake’s anus, pushing that big, broad cock of his against that tiny little hole.
Jake froze. His muscles clamped tight. There was no way in hell Luc was going to shove that monster up his ass, no way…
But Luc was stroking Jake again with his fingertips, easing the way in and relaxing the taut muscle. The soft brush of callused fingertips against nerve endings all ready to spark sent jolts of sensation racing through Jake. Before he could react, before he had time to consider the next step, Luc had replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock and pressed forward.
Needy, so damned aroused he couldn’t have stopped his body from reacting if he’d tried, Jake met him. He lifted his hips to Luc’s invasion, felt the tight muscle guarding his anus relax. He groaned with the long, dark slide of Luc’s cock deep inside his body, the sharp burn that was equal parts pain and pleasure when his sphincter stretched to accommodate Luc’s girth.
Luc slowly pressed forward. When the soft curl of his pubic hair tickled Jake’s butt, Luc held