Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf
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Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf
Finding Beauty By Jamieson Wolf
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Finding Beauty Copyright© 2008 Jamieson Wolf ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐311‐8 Cover Artist: Dan Skinner Editor: Barbara Louise All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Cobblestone Press, LLC www.cobblestone‐press.com
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf
Dedication To my husband, who makes me feel beautiful. To Sandy, for your constant faith in me. And to Deanna. Without you, this story wouldn’t exist.
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf
Chapter One Beautiful. The one word repeated itself over and over in my head. It bounced around in my thoughts, playing tag with my emotions. Never before had I seen a man of such—there was no other word for it—such beauty. He had shoulder‐length brown hair, crystal‐clear green eyes, and supple lips surrounded by a day or two’s worth of stubble. The man was sensual. He was beautiful. He was Beauty. A large hard‐on filled the crotch of my faded jeans. My penis pressed against the fabric of my pants, stretching. It was as if the manʹs beauty had given birth to my erection. I didn’t even know the guy’s name. I was sitting on a bus, heading home, a paperback copy of Fitzgeraldʹs The Great Gatsby open on my lap. Thankfully, this concealed my hard cock. However, if I flexed my penis just a little bit, the book would move. This amused me, and I smiled. It wasn’t until the grin was firmly plastered on my face that I realized I was still looking at the man I had decided to call Beauty. It seemed odd, unorthodox, to call a man Beauty when the word was so obviously feminine. Men were not born to be beautiful. Men were born to be masculine. The man named Beauty smiled back at me, and there was nothing feminine about that smile. It simply was, formed by lips that seemed to
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf have been made for me to kiss. My heart skipped a beat. It wanted to explode inside my body, fluttering behind my rib cage like a caged sparrow or a hummingbird trapped in a prison. My erection grew harder. If I didn’t relieve myself soon, I feared there would be a lovely stain on the front of my pants, dark like water mixed with honey dropped onto clean cloth. I blushed at being caught and looked down, away. Before I did, however, I saw the man smile. White teeth against rose‐colored lips. I had made Beauty smile. His eyes flashed a clear sheen of green, and my breath caught in my throat. I imagined it was Beauty’s penis that was stopping the flow of air to my lungs. I could see it now, as the fly of Beauty’s pants unzipped. What was behind the layer of tough cotton? White undies, virginal, sacrificial underwear. I shook my head. I looked up. Beauty was staring at me. Had he seen the hot flash in my cheeks? I thought he had. The twinkle in his eyes said he was predisposed to mischief. Fun. Midnight cemetery séances. Chocolate milkshakes at three in the morning. Beauty stuck out his tongue at me. Shocked, I stuck my tongue out in return. And then Beauty laughed. It was the first sound I had heard him make, and it would be etched, sewn, into my head. It sounded like sex, a deep‐rooted desire that bubbled up to the surface like a geyser begging to be heard as well as felt. My erection was harder than ever. It seemed someone had poured cement or concrete into my shorts and formed something phallic out of it, filling my penis with a rock‐ness as opposed to a softness. Somewhere above me, a bell rang. My breath caught once more when I watched Beauty stand and walk toward me. He couldnʹt get off the bus here. I felt a momentary pang of loss, brief and painful, and then he was in front of me. He was even more beautiful up close. I wondered if I could ever be that beautiful, if I could ever be that gorgeous. I smiled at him, wondering if he would forget me after he left the bus. Beauty smiled back at me, leaned down. ʺYou want to go somewhere?ʺ he asked.
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf I hardened further at the sound of his voice, the timbre like honey dipped in sex, and I knew then that I wanted to hear him utter my name. I nodded. ʺSure.ʺ We didnʹt say anything else as we waited for the bus to stop. When it did, I got off with Beauty.. My heart beat fast in my chest, and I wondered where we were headed. He stopped and turned to face me. ʺAre you a top or a bottom?ʺ ʺI can be whatever you want me to be,ʺ I told him. He grinned. ʺYou got a name?ʺ ʺOwen.ʺ I tried not to sound nervous, tried not to give it away. ʺOwen.ʺ When he said my name, it felt like a caress. ʺCʹmon.ʺ He walked, and I trotted behind him, watching his ass move in his jeans, wishing I could see what he looked like without his clothes. I longed to touch his skin, to feel him touch mine. I followed him into a small apartment building. ʺDo you live here?ʺ I could think of nothing else to say. The beat of my heart filled my ears, and breathing was becoming difficult. I knew what was coming, wanted it. Wanted him. ʺYeah. My roommate’s out. Weʹll have the place to ourselves.” We stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed with a hiss. He pushed me up against the wall of the cab and crushed his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I tasted him—cigarettes and coffee and something sweet—and his hands gripped my cock, which was rock hard. ʺGod, you taste good.ʺ His breath was hot on my skin, and I kissed him back, tasted him again. ʺI donʹt normally pick guys up off of buses.ʺ I laughed nervously. ʺNeither do I.ʺ He kissed me again and this time, the hardness was gone, replaced with a soft urgency. When the elevator doors opened, he moved away and stepped out into the hallway. I followed him out and down the hall. We stood in front of an apartment door marked with the number 1306. He opened the door with a set of keys and I stepped inside, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. I had a moment to take in the spacious apartment with simple furnishings before he was on me.
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf He crushed his lips to mine, and I let him explore my mouth with his tongue. I felt hard muscle underneath his shirt, and I ripped the fabric out of his pants. “You taste so good,” he muttered. “So good.” He was already working at my belt, undoing my pants while I did the same for him. “I can’t wait,” he said. “I have to have you right here.” Beauty pulled his shirt off, and I saw how muscled he was: sharply defined pecs, two rose‐pink nipples like hard candy, and a scattering of chest hair that ran down to a treasure trail, thick and promising. I ran my fingers along it, pulling his pants down to free his erection. His cock was huge and hot in my hands, and he groaned loudly when I cupped my hands around his balls and grasped the shaft of his dick. He pulled my shirt off and lowered his mouth to one of my nipples while he pinched the other one, and I cried out. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said. “You’re so gorgeous.” I didn’t feel beautiful. I didn’t want to hear his words, didn’t want to hear his assurances. I brought his head up and kissed him again, took his cock in my hand. It was thick, and pre‐cum already dripped from its tip. I slicked my fingers with it and rubbed his cock, making him cry out. He went down on his knees and took my cock into his mouth with one swallow, running his tongue along my shaft. He ran one hand down the length of my dick as he took it into his mouth. Beauty flicked the head with the tip of his tongue, then took my cock into his mouth again, hot and wet. I was close, couldn’t hold on any longer. “I’m going to…” He took his mouth away from my cock and smiled up at me. “Come all over my face,” he said. His voice was husky, and his hot breath made my cock harder. He continued to stroke, to lick the tip and the head of my cock with his tongue. “Come for me,” he urged. “Come all over my face.” Beauty stroked my cock faster, harder. With a loud moan, I came in hot, thick spurts. He took most if it on his mouth but some splashed onto his cheeks, his chin. He wiped his face with his hand, licked my cum off his fingers, then took my still jerking cock into his mouth so he could taste
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf all of me. I was out of breath but he wasn’t done with me yet. He stood and kissed me. I tasted my cum in his mouth, tasted myself, hot and salty. His tongue thrust into my mouth, and I reached down to grab his cock. He pulled away. “No,” he said. “Better not. I’m so close, and I have plans for you.” He turned me around so that I faced the wall, and I heard him spit on his hand. He lubed up my asshole with his fingers, his saliva wet and hot, and my hole opened for him, wanting to welcome him. He stuck a finger inside of me, sliding it in slowly, probing my asshole with his finger, opening me slowly, sliding two fingers back in. It felt heavenly, and I wanted him inside me, wanted his cock in my ass. “You’re so tight,” he said. “So very tight. Are you ready for me, Owen?” His breath was hot on my neck. “Are you ready for me?” I felt the head of his cock, so large and hot, probe my asshole gently. He slid the head of his dick inside, letting my asshole close around it. I pushed back, wanting more of him. He slid further into me, slowly, until his cock was inside me, his shaft impaling me. Hot and hard, he let it sit there for a moment. I could feel it pulsing, blood thumping inside of it. I moaned softly when he began to move in a gentle rhythm, and I arched to meet his thrusts. “Oh, you’re so tight,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse, telling me he was close, that he was reaching the edge. My cock was growing hard again, and I began to stroke myself quickly, trying to match his thrusts. Sweat poured down into my eyes, but I did nothing to wipe it away. Instead, I pushed back each time he thrust, taking him deeper and deeper into me with each push. Beauty’s breathing became more and more labored, and he moaned softly, almost a whimper. “Oh God,” he whispered. His voice was so rough with need that he could barely get the words out. His cock felt like heaven inside of me. I clenched my asshole around his cock, making my hold tighter, and his breath caught in his throat. “Owen!” he huffed. “Oh God, Owen!”
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf With a groan, he pulled out and came all over my buttocks, hot, thick cum spurting from his cock. I increased the speed of my strokes, determined to come with him. “I’m close again,” I said. “I’m close.” “Let me see you come,” I turned, and he was stroking himself again, still hard, cum still dripping from the tip of his dick. “Come with me, Owen. Come with me.” I moaned loudly and came hard and fast, hot jets of cum that covered his abdomen, his cock. He took some of my cum and rubbed it along the head of his dick, stroking himself quickly, fiercely. With a gut‐ wrenching moan, he came again, thick spurts that covered my own penis, dripping down to my balls. We stood there for a moment, our bodies thrumming and throbbing with pleasure, and he kissed me. I could still taste my cum in his mouth. I returned his kiss, running my tongue along his lips. He laughed, let out a hot breath, and smiled at me. He looked at the cum dripping from our cocks, the sweat covering our bodies. “Fancy a shower?” he asked.
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Chapter Two I didn’t think I was beautiful. I just didn’t see it. Lots of people told me I was, that I was handsome, that I was gorgeous. But I just didn’t believe it. I hadn’t felt beautiful in a long time. Self‐esteem is a tricky mistress, and mine was a stone‐cold bitch. Beauty had made me feel wonderful, had helped free me from my insecurities, if only for a moment. I knew he would never call me, that I would never see him again. I had never learned his name. A lot of gay men were like that. A quick flash in the pan and then, “Thank you, Stan.” The truth was, I didn’t want to see him again. It would ruin the fantasy I kept in my head of our time together. I thought of Beauty’s cock in my ass, his tongue in my mouth, and sighed. A car honked at me while I crossed the street, away from his apartment, and I reminded myself to watch where I was going. It had rained while I had been enjoying Beauty’s body. The streets were covered in a patchwork of rainbow‐colored splotches after the rain. Wide purple arcs, shining yellow lines, curves, opals, brightness caressing the streets with color, passion. Flame brought to life, for a split second, an oil spill dream that tantalized the mind. The sky, a light gray after having unburdened itself of its watery secrets kept watch over me. I ambled down sidewalks and past coffee
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf houses. Conversation, snippets of these peopleʹs lives, slid past me, engulfed me in their world, even for that one split second. My feet took me towards Parliament Hill. Not knowing how I had ended up there and not really caring, I sat down on a bench, still wet with rain, and stiffened slightly when I felt the water soak through my pants to my underwear. The dampness chilled my skin, but also excited me. It made me feel naked. My bench was hidden from view, placed as it was behind a small wall of trees. I could hear the wind talking to the leaves, could almost hear the clouds shifting position, dancing with the wind, filling themselves up with moisture for their next release. If you thought about it, nature was very sexual. The cold air was making my nipples hard, erect. I had been horny before fucking my brains out with Beauty, and now I was even more so. I ran my hands along the front of my sweater, ran my fingers over my nipples. My cock responded, blood flowing into it, hardening, just like my nipples. I pinched the right nipple. A spasm of pleasure stung my body, and I drank it in. I had forgotten my book at Beauty’s and had to keep my hands occupied somehow. Idle hands are the devil’s playground. I stopped when I heard a rustle in the grass and carpet of leaves. The sound was coming from my left and getting louder. Someone was entering the clearing. I would no longer be alone. I sighed internally and wished I still had my book. Two men sat down at a bench about thirty paces from me. I was hidden by the trees, cocooned, but I slid further back along the bench, toward the trees. Shadows covered me, and I could smell the scent of pine, oak leaves, and crisp air. I watched as the two men sat close to each other, knees touching, eyes smiling. They were both beautiful. The one on the right was broad‐ shouldered and dark‐haired. His black eyes blinked and twinkled with laughter as he laughed at something his companion said. Full lips and dark curly hair resting on his shoulders gave the man a European look. I wondered idly whether or not he had any chest hair. His companion was slender and fair, with short‐cropped blond hair
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf sitting above crystal‐clear green eyes that seemed to be made of emeralds, smoked in fire, in dreams. Eyes you could get lost in, that could drill into you. Neither man could see me. I contented myself with watching them, studying them, cataloguing them to memory. I watched the dark‐haired man’s Adamʹs apple move up and down as he laughed, heard the deep baritone tones of his voice. Watched the blond‐haired man smile, one finger going up to his mouth, teeth nibbling on the soft skin on the underside of his finger, perhaps in a nervous gesture. I imagined tracing my tongue along the jaw line of the black‐haired man, feeling his stubble prick my tongue, savoring his lips, salty with sweat. Imagined taking the other manʹs tongue into my mouth, feeling the bumps and grooves of it as it moved around inside my mouth, tasting him. Then the two men began to kiss, throwing my heart into overdrive. A heady sense of wonder and lust slammed into my head with a rush. The two men inched closer together, lips barely touching. The black‐haired manʹs lips formed a pout, making his bottom lip look succulent. Delectable. They inched forward in slow motion movements. The trees still whispered through the leaves, and the sound created a musical backdrop for the scene. A soft, barely audible wwwwwsssseeeee filled the trees and shook more leaves to the ground. The black‐haired man took the otherʹs face in his hands and lowered his lips to his mouth. I decided the black‐haired man was Adonis. The blond one, he would be Eros. Both gods of lust. The names seemed appropriate. I became more aroused, firmer, as the kiss progressed. Their lips ground against each other, the kisses starting out as nibbles and progressing to soft sounds of longing held deep in throats. The kisses escalated, nibbles turning into licks and bites along the neck, deep in the crevice of the collarbone. I could feel their heat from where I sat, could see the steam rising off of their skin, heat billowing like smoke in the cool air. A moan emanated from deep in the throat of Eros as Adonis ran his tongue slowly along his neck, biting just under his earlobe. I could hardly
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf breathe, dared not to, held the air in, lest one of the men hear me, see me. I didnʹt mind the fear I was feeling. In fact, I welcomed it, encouraged it to run with lust through my veins, for even fear could be an aphrodisiac. Eros, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched, unbuttoned Adonis’ shirt, slowly revealing a soft, subtle mat of curly, dark chest hair. Adonis’ skin had color to it, coffee mixed with cream. Eros pulled the shirt open, revealing toned pecs and two dime‐sized nipples, pink and hard in the cold. The rose hue of the nipples stood out against the Adonis’ skin, and I longed to lower my mouth around one of them, nibbling and sucking, hearing the manʹs heart beat, feeling the pulse through the surface of my lips. Eros tweaked the other manʹs right nipple, pinching it, causing him to gasp. Eros lowered his lips to Adonis’ nipple and began to suck and bite. I stifled a moan just as Adonis released one—quiet, held back, reserved. I wondered vaguely what I could do to this man, this Adonis, to make him cry out, moan out loud with force. Such thoughts were the food of fantasies. Adonis let his head fall back, holding on to the other man’s back, his eyes closed in passion, in submission. Sublime contentment. I watched as Eros, still suckling at Adonis’ nipple, began to undo the other man’s pants, massaging his crotch lightly. Adonis wore pristine white underwear, and this somehow excited me more. It reminded me of perfection, purity, virginity. I stifled a gasp as the Eros man uncovered Adonisʹ cock. It popped up from the virginal white underwear, already hard and dripping a substance not unlike honey…or saliva. It was long and thick, and the heat of lust grew in my chest, making it tight and hard to breathe. A fire had been ignited in my belly, and I chose to release it. Slowly, so as not to attract attention to my actions, I unbuttoned my own jeans. My penis was already hard—pulsing, vibrating, throbbing. The wind still told secrets to the clouds, leaves rustled as the wind dipped down, and the air hushed as the Eros took the head of Adonisʹ cock in his mouth. Adonis cupped his hand around the back of the Eros’ head,
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf tangling his fingers in the otherʹs hair, pulling at it, forcing him down the shaft, gently, but forcefully. I could tell Adonis wanted more, wanted to feel his cock deep in the Eros’ throat, deep in the darkness of passion, excitement, lust. I pleasured my own cock in rhythm with them, every time Eros went down the shaft of Adonisʹ cock. My presence still unknown to them, they stroked together, up down, up down, up down. Eros removed his own dick from the confines of his pants, a bush of light brown pubic hair sprouting forth from the open mouth of the fly. Rock hard, he stroked himself as well, the three of us pumping in unison, up‐down, up‐down. The head of my cock pulsed with heat. My skin was hot, sweaty. Eros increased speed, his head bobbing up and down quickly, saliva dripping from his lips into the hair surrounding Adonisʹ penis, soaking it. Eros was getting close. He moaned deep in his throat, still sliding up and down Adonisʹ cock, and began to come in wide arches. His cum hit the leaves with a satisfying sound, as if it was raining once again. He increased speed once more, and then Adonis began to moan. He was going to come. I let my hand quicken, sliding up and down the shaft of my penis fast now, trying to match Adonis, wanting to come with him, to share that bond with him, to have that one moment of passion embedded in my brain, a picture burnt and fused to my retinas. Adonis gave one deep, quiet moan and opened his eyes. He looked straight at me, watching me stroke myself. And he smiled. I released a breath, smiled back. It was the smile that drove me over the edge of reason, and I stifled a groan deep in my throat just as I came, white rain for an autumnʹs day. Adonis, about to come himself, pulled his penis out of the Eros’ mouth, so that I could see him come, spurt, rain. He smiled at me again and winked. Eros never knew that what they had done had been witnessed. It made it more exciting, somehow, that it was a secret. A shared secret. I watched them get dressed again, put themselves away. They walked away from me, and I was left alone, contemplating beauty. My cock was still hard even after reaching climax, still solid. I
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf closed my eyes again and thought of Adonis, his face, his nipples. The sound of his voice. As I began to come again, stroking myself slowly, a soft rain began to fall, a mist, adding a soft hiss to compliment the whisper of the wind in the leaves. And I added one more sound to that cacophony of nature’s music. More white rain for a cool autumnʹs day. I was putting my cock back into my pants, zipping up, when my cell phone rang. I looked at the number. I answered. “Hello?” When the voice on the other end responded, I felt my heart beat faster. I hadn’t thought I would ever hear that voice again.
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Chapter Three He had grown. Gone was the lanky, thin boy I remembered. Marc had filled out some, put some meat on his bones. I saw him when I walked into the restaurant. I had showered and changed. Despite myself, I wanted to look good for him. I hardened at the mere thought of him and shook my head to clear it. ʺStopped eating carrots and lettuce?ʺ I called out. He looked up. His eyes, as blue as I remembered them, looked up at me, piercing my skin. ʺOwen.ʺ He smiled, and I grew warm. ʺYou remember that old diet?ʺ ʺYou wanted to lose weight. To attract women.ʺ I sat down across from him and felt myself wanting to touch him, to prove that he was real. ʺFat lot of good it did me then, huh?ʺ Marc said. ʺYeah, how about that.ʺ I thought back to the time that Marc had tried to show me his penis in the washroom. Yeah, fat lot of good, indeed, I thought acidly. ʺI hear you’re into men now.ʺ ʺYeah.ʺ He had the grace to look sheepish. ʺWe always knew you were.ʺ ʺHow nice.ʺ I almost spat the words. ʺToo bad I didn’t.ʺ ʺHow couldn’t you have known you were a fag?ʺ ʺHow come you didn’t?ʺ ʺTouché.ʺ ʺYeah, I thought that was a good call myself,ʺ I said proudly.
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf We were silent for a moment. The waiter came and took our orders. I ordered a grilled chicken Caesar salad, and he ordered a party platter. ʺGuess you’re the one trying to eat proper now, huh?ʺ he said. ʺLook, what is this about?ʺ ʺWhy did I want to meet you?ʺ ʺYeah,ʺ I said. ʺI wanted to see how you were.ʺ His voice was quiet, soft. ʺThat’s it?ʺ ʺYeah.ʺ ʺWhat about easing your conscience? Would that be part of it? Or was this just supposed to be about friendly chit‐chat?ʺ ʺDrop the tough guy act, all right? I just wanted to tell you I was sorry.ʺ I slammed my glass onto the table so hard that water splashed him in the face. ʺI spent my entire high school experience with a crush on you, you ridiculed me and tossed me out to dry when you realized I wasn’t popular enough for your grand high school expectations, and now that we’re both gay, you want to say you’re sorry? Do you realize how lame that sounds?ʺ In fact, I had measured every man against his beautiful face. When he looked at me, I had felt beautiful. Though it had been years since we had talked, I still craved his touch. I craved him. ʺI know it’s a little late in the game.ʺ He had the nerve to smile weakly. ʺA little late. God, do you have any idea, any idea at all, how much you crushed me?ʺ ʺIt was eight years ago, Owen.ʺ ʺYou don’t get it, do you?ʺ ʺYou certainly know how to hold grudges.ʺ ʺI don’t hold grudges.ʺ ʺThen what do you call this?ʺ I sighed. Took a sip of my water and lit a cigarette. ʺI wanted you so badly back then,ʺ I whispered. ʺEvery night I would go home and
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf picture you naked.ʺ I donʹt know why I said this, what made me open my mouth and spew this forth. But it was there on the table in front of us now, and there was nothing I could do about it. Marc smiled and leaned closer to me. ʺNaked, huh? What would you do to me if I was naked?ʺ I blushed, feeling myself redden. ʺI used to picture myself touching you all over, feeling your skin rub up against mine.ʺ My cock was getting hard at the very thought of touching him. The skinny boy I remembered had filled out some, and I knew there was muscle underneath his clothing, muscle that I longed to run my tongue along. ʺThatʹs it? Some skin action?ʺ His eyes teased me. ʺCome on, what would you really do to me? If you had me, what would you want to do?ʺ I looked down so I could get the words out. I was almost too embarrassed to tell him, but something in his eyes, a need as hot as mine, begged me to continue. ʺI would play with your anus, with my fingers and then my tongue, making you loose for me.ʺ ʺYouʹre a top?ʺ he asked. ʺIʹm whatever you want me to be.ʺ ʺGo on.ʺ ʺI would take the head of my cock and play with your asshole. I would tease it, making you moan, putting just the tip of my head in your ass, slowly, and then taking it out. I would do this until you begged me to put it in you.ʺ I felt a hand grab mine under the table. He led my hand to his crotch to where his cock was as hard as mine was. The length of it pressed against the cloth of his jeans, radiating heat as if his flesh were on fire. I wanted that fire inside of me, inside my mouth, filling me up. ʺYou were so gorgeous back then,ʺ I said to him. ʺI would have done anything to you.ʺ ʺAnd now?ʺ he whispered as I rubbed my fingers against him. ʺWhat do you think of me now?ʺ ʺI think youʹre beautiful.ʺ I could barely get the words out. They came out in a choked whisper, and I prepared myself for rejection. Marc motioned to the waiter to get the check.
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf ʺWhere are we going?ʺ I asked him. He only smiled as he took out some money and paid for the food. I concentrated on letting my hard cock soften; it wouldnʹt do to leave the restaurant with a raging hard‐on. As soon as we were outside, the cool air was like a whisper, like an awakening. I felt hot all over, as if at the slightest touch, I would unravel. I wanted it to be his touch. ʺWeʹre going to my place,ʺ he said. ʺIs that all right?ʺ I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He lived just down the street in an old brownstone apartment building. He unlocked the front door, and I went in, going up the stone steps that led to his apartment. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and he turned me around, pulling me to him. His hard body pressed against mine, and right then I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me, to have his hard body against mine. ʺWe have to get to your apartment,ʺ I said. ʺCanʹt wait,ʺ Marc grunted. ʺHere, right here.ʺ He pulled at my coat, and it fell along with his to the stairs. My shirt seemed to unbutton itself before falling away, my nipples growing hard in the cool air of the stairwell. ʺYouʹre so beautiful,ʺ he whispered. ʺSo beautiful.ʺ He lowered his mouth to my right nipple, and I my whole body caught fire. I wanted his skin against mine and pulled at his shirt, fumbled with his jeans, but he pushed my hands away. He pressed me down softly on the stairs and opened my jeans, cupping his hand around my balls and hard cock. ʺMarc,ʺ I whispered. Rising slightly, he took off his shirt, and I saw muscle in the soft light. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his chest, heedless of anyone who might come in at any moment. I think it heightened the sensation, heightened the need, the want of it. ʺIʹm so hard for you,ʺ he said. ʺIʹm so fucking hard.ʺ I undid his jeans and pulled out his cock, thick and long in my hand. It was hard as steel and throbbing. I took him in my mouth, feeling
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf him shudder, feeling the heat of him. He throbbed in my mouth, and I flicked the head of his penis with my tongue. He grunted deep in the back of his throat and pulled me upright, then slammed his lips into mine. He explored my mouth with his tongue while pulling my pants down to my knees, freeing my cock, which was harder than it had ever been. It was so hard that it hurt, and I relished the feel of his fingers as they wrapped around its length. He took me in his mouth, and I thought I would come right there, thought I would blow my load all the way down the back of his throat. He pulled his mouth away from my cock and smiled at me. ʺNot yet,ʺ he said. ʺDon’t you dare come yet. I need something from you first.ʺ He lubed up my cock with more spit and pulled his own pants down around his ankles, turning away from me. Even before he lowered his ass towards my cock, I knew what he wanted and was more than willing to give it to him. The bud of his asshole touched my cock and opened for me. He went slowly, letting the head work its way into his ass. Once the head had cleared, he went faster, taking the length of my shaft into him until he was down to the balls. He went back up and slowly back down until he got used to the size of me. ʺIʹve dreamed of fucking you,ʺ he said. ʺOf letting you fuck me. Iʹve dreamed of your cock inside me for years. You feel so big, Owen, so fucking big.ʺ I could barely talk, could barely form a word. ʺYouʹre so tight,ʺ I managed. ʺIʹve never bottomed,ʺ he grunted as he forced himself once more down the length of my shaft. ʺFirst time. For you, Owen.ʺ Soon, we were moving faster, our grunts becoming more frequent. I thrust harder and harder into him, grabbing him on either side, feeling his muscled ass slap into me, my balls slap against him. “I love you so much. God, Owen, I’ve always loved you…” I reached around and felt his cock, rock hard and pointing up. He groaned when I touched it, when I felt the precum that was at its tip.
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf ʺNo,ʺ he said. ʺI want to come in your mouth, let me come in your mouth.ʺ He increased speed, riding up and down on my cock. ʺIʹm going to come if you keep that up.ʺ I could barely get the words out. ʺIʹm going to come soon.ʺ ʺThatʹs the idea,ʺ he grunted. Then he clenched his ass, tightening around my cock, and I felt as if I had found Nirvana. ʺCome for me, Owen,ʺ he said. ʺCome for me. I want you. All of you.ʺ I erupted inside of him. As I came, I realized that for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful. The End
Finding Beauty by Jamieson Wolf
Author Bio Jamieson has been writing since a young age when he realized he could be writing instead of paying attention in school. Since then, he has created many worlds in which to live his fantasies and live out his dreams. He is the author of several novels which include The Ghost Mirror, The Hunted Series, Valentine, and several other works of non‐fiction. He currently lives in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada with his husband, Robert, and his cat, Mave, who thinks sheʹs people. You can find out more about Jamieson by visiting his web site http://www.jamiesonwolf.com or by checking out his blog at http://jamiesonwolf.blogspot.com.