AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Okay, kids, soooo many irons in the fire. Would there be interest in reading James' story and seeing him get what he so richly deserves? It's nearly finished.
Would there be interest in reading an original novel about Tony and Dane? That's nearly finished too.
Would there be interest in another original starring Milan and his fellow waiters as they confront supernatural badness with their dicks? I hope so, because that one will be available on Amazon soon!
I hope there is still interest in this story as well, as it will continue. I have many chapters in the can and from here I should be able to post more regularly.
And I am delighted to report that we get a new chapter of Errors and Omissions today too! My sister's chapter and mine much overlap. As always, twin little sister, collaborating with you is the best part of my day. (okay, when my husband unzipps ranks pretty high up there too)
A word about lemons. There is one within of a nature that I have never tackled before, and I readily admit that much in the way of the thoughts and emotions of the transexual character are pure supposition on my part. I in no way intended to offend anyone and if I have, I apologize sincerely.
As ever, big hugs and much fondness to my girls, Maureen, Rebecca, Kate and Miss Pauline.
The FF witch hunt appears to be over. I will continue to post here and move to AO3 as and when I have to. When/if I am forced to complete the relocation you can find me at - archiveofourown ~dot~ org. Then just do a search for Jtrue.
Anyone who has not read the incredible Equal & Opposite, or is not now reading the brilliance that is Errors & Omissions, or Enticements & Obstructions, all by OhJasperMyJasper, should go do so right now. Here is how you find them since the FF witch hunt removed Liz from this site - ohjaspermyjasper ~dot~ blogspot ~dot~ com.
WARNING:
This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
AU/AH/OC
All character names from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. The similarities end there.
Chapter 47: Busy Bathroom
"Oh my God," Jasper noticed them as well. He walked toward them and Edward naturally followed. "Tex? What are you doing here?" Jasper asked with a surprised smile. "I thought you didn't know Seth," he stepped into the cowboy's open arms.
"That was the case until a few months ago, Slick," Tex hugged Jasper tightly. "But then Wash did an interview with Seth at Garrett and Miss Melinda's gallery, and we all met then. Small world, I guess."
"You're not kidding!" Jasper finally pulled back. "So you're Wash," he turned to the man in the smoking jacket and offered his hand. "Or, sorry, do you prefer...?"
"Wash is fine," the dark haired man with Tex smiled as he shook Jasper's hand.
"I've heard a lot about you, so I feel like I know you already. I'm Jasper, or, if you prefer, you can call me Slick. He always does," Jasper gestured toward the cowboy with a tilt of his head.
"Slick it is," Wash agreed amiably. "I'm afraid it's how I know you, or of you. I've heard a lot about you too. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"It really is," Jasper was sincere. "And this is my Edward," he put a hand on Edward's bare back beneath the cape.
"Right, your Edward," Wash offered Edward his hand. "Really, what are the odds? Nice to meet you, Edward."
"Nice to meet you too, Wash," Edward shook the man's hand and turned to the cowboy. "You too, Tex."
"Edward," Tex drawled his name as they shook.
"Wash, Tex, welcome," Seth greeted as he and Garrett approached hand in hand. What they didn't know was how tightly Seth held his husband's hand.
"Thankya. Some place ya got here," Tex admired.
"It's a little torn apart right now," Seth looked around.
"Thank you, Tex. It suits us very well," Garrett was gracious. "What may we offer you to drink?" he gestured as Juan presented himself. Juan promptly listed the drink menu choices for them.
"Hoo, partner, I sure do wish I heard you say Bud Light somewhere in there," Tex expressed.
"Juan," Seth grasped the waiter's arm. "Bring him a Heineken."
"And I think perhaps I'll try a cider," Wash selected.
"Right away," Juan rushed off in the direction of the kitchen.
Seth and Garrett's eyebrows raised in unison as two people walked in behind Wash and Tex, who had been invited, but were not actually expected. The two new arrivals had entombed themselves in rolls upon rolls of toilet paper. Both thin, one was as tall as Jasper, while the other was shorter than Seth. The tall mummy had even taken the time to mummify his suit jacket separately so that he looked not just like a mummified body, but a mummified body in a suit. The little mummy had huge black rimmed glasses on her face with a gold chain that very much stood out where it lay around her neck atop her wrappings. Only their eyes, mouths, hands and feet were left unwrapped.
"Miles, Sylvia, how nice to see you," Garrett greeted. "So glad you could make it."
"We were in the neighborhood, Garrett," Miles shook Garrett's hand.
"I should say you were," Garrett laughed.
"Would you like me to open a chardonnay for you?" Seth put his arm around the little mummy.
"Would you be a dear?" Sylvia grasped Seth's hand. "Oh! The devil himself! Though," she put her hand on her chin as she looked Edward over and talked about him as if he were not standing right in front of her, "you don't expect the devil to be an attractive man, do you? It stands to reason, I suppose, if you think about it. An ugly monster wouldn't be able to tempt people into sin, would he?" she let her thoughts fall out of her mouth. "But a beautiful one... You know," Sylvia pointed up at Edward, "you look like that nice police officer I used to see over here."
"Park Ranger," Edward corrected and then shook his head. Why was he even bothering?
"And look! A golden angel come to save us!" Sylvia gestured grandly toward Jasper.
"Sylvia, my partner, Jasper," Edward introduced with a hand on the small of Jasper's bare back. "Jas, Sylvia and her husband Miles, from the other penthouse."
"Oh, nice to meet you," Jasper offered his hand.
"Jasper?" Sylvia took and just held his hand. "I don't think I've ever heard of an archangel named Jasper. But, nevermind, here you are! Now the question is, is he tempting you, or are you redeeming him?"
"I don't even try to resist his temptation. And we redeem each other," Jasper stated.
"Ah," Sylvia patted the hand she held. "And, is this my cowboy?"
"Miss Sylvia," Tex touched the brim of his hat.
"Oh, and look!" Sylvia reached for Wash's hand. "How lovely to see you again. Do you know my cowboy?"
"Intimately. He's my partner," Wash stated.
"Is he? Isn't that marvelous! What a pair you make," Sylvia patted his hand as well.
"Where are the waiters?" Garrett looked around. "Oh, Kiril," he reached out to the tall Russian as the blonde skeleton in bow tie and underwear approached. "Miles, what can we get you?"
"Anything red that you have open, Garrett," Miles was easy.
"Kiril," Seth took him aside, "open a shiraz for the big mummy and a chardonnay for the little one."
"Yes, Mr. Seth," Kiril headed off to obey.
"Gentlemen," Juan returned the moment Kiril departed, and presented Wash and Tex their bottles.
"Thank you so much," Wash smiled at Juan.
"Cheers, fellas," Tex held up his bottle and took a healthy swig.
"Keep 'em coming, Juan," Seth directed.
"I will, Mr. Seth," Juan agreed.
At the bar, Melinda noticed the mismatched set of mummies. "Is that Sylvia and her husband?" she asked. "Oh, and there's my cowboy. Excuse me. I need to get over there before Sylvia thinks he's her's again," Melinda announced and strode away.
"Why does everyone fight over that guy?" Justin asked with only mild interest. His attention was suddenly taken by one of the two twinks who bounced from the dance floor, right up to him.
"Ohh, bless me father," Wayne ran his hands over Justin's shirt clad chest. "I really do love to sin."
"I'm not the kind of priest who likes boys," Justin took hold of Wayne's wrists and as politely as possible, removed the younger man's hands from him.
"I would love to blow a hot priest!" Wayne enthused.
"Well, you're not gonna blow this priest," Justin stated,
Wayne's eyes lit up with a gasp. "We should have come as altar boys!"
"Right? Who knew?" Simon agreed.
"Hi, Milan," Wayne gushed as he all but laid over the bar. The priest he wanted to blow was suddenly forgotten.
"Mr. Wayne," Milan gave a sexy smile.
"How hot is that accent?" Wayne asked his cohort.
"He's hot," Simon agreed.
"Two more zombie for zombie?" Milan asked.
"Yes, please," Wayne looked through his lashes and gave his most flirty smile. "Say, how do you manage to keep that big, Czech dick in those tight, little underwear?" he could not help but notice and admire the bartender's bulging trunks.
"It like to get out," Milan shook and poured. "Into you," he added.
"You know how much my ass loves to pick up the Czech," Wayne stated.
"I like very much," Milan presented them with their drinks.
"Thank you," Wayne made a great demonstration of sensually capturing his straw with his tongue.
"Here ya go," Justin handed Wayne a cocktail napkin.
"What's this for?" Wayne didn't see it coming.
"You got a little drool on your chin," Justin teased with a perfectly straight face.
Roberto was in the act of taking a swig of his beer when Justin said that and laughed, choked and coughed all at the same time. He grabbed several napkins and held them to his face. "Fuck!" Roberto swore as he dabbed and wiped the beer foam that came out of his nose.
"That usually happens to me," Justin felt no remorse at all and took a swig of his own beer.
Across the living room, Edward leaned closer to Jasper. "I'm gonna run to the restroom," he informed quietly.
"Okay," Jasper gave his man a loving smile.
"Be right back," Edward gave his lover a soft kiss on his lips.
"I might follow you, if you don't mind," Wash heard where Edward was going and had the same need himself.
"Not at all," Edward stated and headed for the nearest powder room. He led the way across the living room and down the hall toward the media room turned harem. "Here we go."
"After you, please," Wash gestured.
"Okay," Edward briefly considered inviting the man to join him. They were both men after all, but sharing a bowl was not quite the same thing as standing at urinals side by side. Were it Emmett, Nasir, Seth or Garrett, he would have thought nothing of it, but this man was essentially a stranger. Edward didn't want to see the man's dick and wasn't interested in showing his to anyone aside from his partner. It was the kind of thing no one cared about after several beers, but he hadn't had that many yet.
Edward ducked inside and closed the door. He stepped up to the toilet and pulled the front of his underwear down with his spandex trunks. He hauled himself out, pulled his foreskin back, and aimed at the bowl.
Edward gave a sigh as he pissed out his ale and his thoughts naturally returned to Tex. He was very glad that he and Jasper had their soul baring, heart to heart discussion a couple of nights ago. This party would have been unbearable if he hadn't already known who Tex was, and particularly who he no longer was to Jasper. Edward would not ever forget the doctor who confronted him angrily back in Manhattan. That had been bad enough. He didn't know how he could handle a similar situation here, in his home town. But, Edward reflected, Tex was completely different. The doctor hadn't had a choice in his and Jasper's break up. The man was ready to fight as dirty as he needed, to try to get Jasper back. This cowboy on the other hand, whatever he'd once been, was now only a friend. And he was happily partnered with another. Jasper had said so, and now Edward had seen it with his own eyes. Edward knew deep down that Tex was not a threat to him, any more than Juan, Simon or Milan were a threat to Jasper. But while the man wasn't a threat, he still didn't want him too close to Jasper.
Edward tucked himself back into his small, tight spandex shorts and flushed. He would be much happier, and figured the man who waited on the other side of the door would too, as soon as they were back with their partners. "Next," Edward deliberately smiled as he emerged.
"Thank you," Wash put a friendly hand on Edward's caped shoulder as he passed. Wash went into the half bath and closed the door. Edward turned to head back to the party and found Seth suddenly before him.
"Edward, I'm so sorry," Seth wore genuine contrition on his face.
"About what?" Edward asked.
"I invited them to the party when I thought Jasper wasn't going to be here and then forgot all about it, especially with everything that went on last week. And then the DJ saw us all together and got the bright idea to play Cowboys and Angels," Seth wrung his hands. "She coerced them to dance."
"What?" Edward's brow darkened. He sidestepped Seth and headed back to the living room at a determined pace. Seth followed closely.
And sure enough, on the dance floor with Simon and Wayne, Zack and Troy, and Moose and Molly, were Tex and Jasper. There was a respectable distance between them and Jasper's arms were around Tex's neck. It was Tex's hands on the small of Jasper's bare back, beneath and between the base of Jasper's wings, that bothered Edward the most.
Edward slowly turned his head to look down at Seth. "You knew," he accused and didn't even realize that he made fists. "How?" Edward demanded. But he made the connection himself. "He's the cowboy whose picture you saw in his apartment when you went to see him in Rochester."
"And in his office when we visited him in New York," Seth stated. "That one time," he hastily added. "Just that one time. I would never have invited them if I knew Jasper was going to be here, I swear," Seth took hold of Edward's forearm. "Edward, you know how much I wanted, we all wanted," he quickly amended, "to see the two of you back together again. I would never do anything to sabotage that. Please don't read more into this than the DJ's fancy. They're only dancing together to humor her."
"You knew, and yet you still invited Jasper's ex lover here, into your home, to this party. What the fuck, Seth?" Edward spoke quietly, but his voice conveyed every ounce of his pain. "If Jasper hadn't flown out here this week, would you have told me? Or would you have simply introduced us and let me make a fool of myself? Up until a couple of nights ago, he knew about me, but I didn't know about him. I can only imagine how awkward the evening would have been. What were you thinking?"
"Edward, Sweetness, what's going on?" Garrett walked up to them. He hadn't heard any of their conversation, but their body language told him there was a problem. Garrett stepped close to his husband and put a supportive hand on Seth's bare shoulder.
"It was bad enough when I was blindsided with Jasper's ex in New York. I never expected another ambush would be orchestrated in my home town by my friends," Edward was undeterred by Garrett's presence.
"Jasper and Tex," Seth gestured toward the dance floor. "This isn't the first time they met," he explained and his tone left no question as to what kind of 'meeting' it was.
"What?" Garrett turned to look out onto the dance floor. He had no idea.
"I made a mistake. Edward, I'm so sorry," Seth apologized again.
"Alright, I'm not sure what, or how this happened, but we're all here now and there is no reason for this to change anything. Edward, I think you can see Seth regrets his actions, but whatever happened between Jasper and Tex is in the past. It's obviously over. Believe me, Tex is very much in love with Wash, and clearly Jasper is in love with you," Garrett spoke calmly and reasonably, ever the leader and peacemaker.
"Jasper loves you. Jasper is with you. Nothing and no one could ever change that. You have to know that," Seth grabbed Edward's forearm again.
"I know he loves me, Seth," Edward admitted with a defeated tone. "Doesn't make this any easier to watch, does it?" he pulled his arm away from the smaller man and headed for the bar.
"Oh, Honey," Seth pressed himself to his husband and wrapped his arms around his torso. "I messed up."
"Just to be clear, we knew that Tex and Jasper have been intimate?" Garrett asked as he gently rubbed his husband's bare back.
"Yes," Seth admitted.
"Why didn't I know that?" Garrett enquired.
"I should have shared that with you, Honey. I'm so sorry," Seth looked up into his husband's eyes. "I don't want to keep things from you. I don't keep things from you, but, I didn't even think about this. I especially don't want there to ever be things going on in this house that you don't know about. I'm sorry."
"And I appreciate that," Garrett held Seth's shoulders and gently massaged his collar bones with his thumbs. "I like Tex and I'm getting to know Wash, but why would we ever invite them into this house under the circumstances? Why would we do that to Edward?"
"We were talking with Wash at that stupid museum reception and I got carried away. I wasn't thinking at all," Seth shook his head. "And now it's only worse because Jasper is here. I feel terrible. I would never do anything to harm their relationship. No one wants to see them together and happy more than I do!"
"I know that," Garrett nodded, "but now we have forced Edward to face a man who has been with Jasper. I know how it makes me feel when we run into someone you've been with. And we did it to Edward here, in our home, where he should have been able to count on us."
"Oh, Honey, I know. I fucked up huge," Seth buried his face in Garrett's chest in his wide open shirt.
Garrett considered a moment as he rubbed Seth's back. "Would we have told him?"
"Would I have told Edward if Jasper wasn't here?" Seth looked up. "I didn't think about that in advance, because I totally forgot about inviting them, but I would have, Gar. I absolutely would have. I love Edward too much to do that to him. I couldn't stand it if Edward were here alone and laughing and drinking with Tex. That would have killed me."
Garrett gave a small smile and gently took hold of Seth's chin. "We need to be much more mindful of whom we invite to what."
"I know, Honey. You're completely right," Seth agreed. "Grandfather Spirit sent you to me to clean up my messes."
"Well, in this case," Garrett mused, "I think there is precious little I can do. Edward and Jasper will have to work this out between themselves. And we owe them an enormous apology."
"I know," Seth nodded. "I know. I'll apologize to both of them. I don't know how I'll make this up to them. I'll wash their cars for a month, naked in the cold rain, or something."
"No nakedness in the rain, please. That view is just for me," Garrett smiled and rubbed Seth's shoulders. "Let's get back out there."
"I love you, Gar," Seth slipped his arm around Garrett's waist as his husband's arm went around his shoulders.
"As I love you," Garrett pulled his husband closer and kissed the top of Seth's head as they walked together.
"You very tense, Mr. Edward," Milan observed with an inviting smile as Edward arrived at, and leaned heavily on, the end of his bar. What he wouldn't give to get a good hard fuck from this man just one more time.
"Just give me a pumpkin ale, Milan," Edward made it clear he was in no mood to flirt. The very last thing he needed right now was this past trick trying to get into his pants again.
"Here you are, Sir," Milan set the open bottle before Edward.
"Can't watch either, eh?" Wash leaned on the bar beside Edward. "I know he loves me and I trust him. Hell, between the two of us, I was the one who once left him and cheated, and ruined what we had. Still, it's hard to watch him dance with another man."
"You left him and cheated?" Edward could not imagine it. He had seen the love between them for himself. Leaving and/or cheating on Jasper was simply incomprehensible. "Why would you do that?"
"It's too long of a story," Wash shook his head. "May I have another cider, please?"
"Yes, Sir," Milan obeyed.
"Suffice it to say, I was an idiot who didn't appreciate what I had," Wash continued. "I thought I needed to leave him behind in order to be really happy. I could never have been more wrong. Thank you," he picked up his Strongbow and took a swig.
"I've never been happy without Jasper," Edward admitted. "I just didn't know how to behave, to show him what I felt, not until it was too late and I'd already lost him."
"Sounds like we're both very lucky men, then," Wash commiserated, "to get another chance, be able to begin again."
Cowboys and Angels finished at last and the DJ put on another slow song. It was just the kind of song that made a man want to hold the person he loved close while they danced. Edward held his breath. He couldn't look. It was only seconds, but seemed an eternity. Relief flooded Edward's every cell as he felt the body tuck into his side and hand slide over his shoulder in an only too familiar way. He closed his eyes and let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"Edward, would you like to dance with me?" Jasper asked his partner.
"Jas," Edward turned and pulled Jasper into his arms. "I would love to dance with you," he tucked his face into Jasper's neck and held him tightly.
"Good," Jasper pulled out of Edward's embrace after a moment and took his hand. "C'mon," he urged and led Edward to the dance floor.
Dane mustered the courage, fueled by the potent punch, to seek experienced counsel on a very important and intimate subject.
"Excuse me, Your Most Gracious and Imperial Majesty," Dane bowed before Garrett where he stood talking with Nasir. "May I have a private audience to seek your advice?"
"Asking like that, how could I ever refuse?" Garrett smiled and put a hand on Dane's shoulder. "Of course, Dane. Shall we retire to the study, or the hareem?"
"Oh, can we go to your hareem?" Dane liked the sound of that, especially for what he wanted to talk about.
"Excuse us, Nasir," Garrett put his arm around Dane.
"Actually," Dane took hold of the tails of Nasir's sash, "could you come too? I think you both could help me a lot."
"Of course I will," Nasir followed.
The wall sconces were on in the media room cum hareem, at a level not to be bright, but neither too dim.
"How can my fellow Sultan and I serve you?" Garrett asked as he and Nasir seated themselves in the sea of pillows.
"I need help with this," Dane pulled out his cell as he settled himself between them. He called up his pictures and showed them a shot of Tony naked and erect on their bed. He advanced to the next picture of a close up of Tony's big, Italian bone.
"I struggle to imagine what help you could possibly need," Garrett confessed.
"As do I," Nasir agreed.
"This man is perfection. Look at that cock," Dane gestured.
"He's a big boy," Garrett observed.
"He is much like Emmett," Nasir noted.
"And that's why I wanted to talk to you guys. I want to be able to treat this man the way he deserves to be treated," Dane began. "I've never been able to get all of Tony down my throat, and I very much want to be able to do that."
"Ah," Garrett nodded.
"We understand," Nasir put a hand on Dane's knee.
"If Tony is the same size as Emmett, how do you do it?" Dane asked Nasir. "And Seth is even bigger," he turned to Garrett.
"It is not without effort," Garrett confessed.
"Emmett is the largest man I have ever been with," Nasir revealed, "in more ways than one," he added with a smile. "I remember the very first night we were together. I salivated to strip his clothes from him. And when I did, Allah! My mouth waters even today."
"I can totally relate!" Dane enthused.
"We have similar taste," Nasir patted Dane's knee. "Emmett said that night that he wanted to see how a Muslim man sucks dick. I had to swallow him whole. How could I not? He is magnificent. I needed him down my throat."
"But, how do you do that?" Dane pressed.
"You have to relax your throat," Garrett instructed. "It takes practice. You have to work at it. You will encounter resistance, but you have to push past it. I was not able to service my husband properly the first time, that's for sure. Once you are able to slip him into your throat, you can take him to his balls."
"I'm sure Seth enjoys that!" Dane imagined.
"He very much does. And I enjoy doing it," Garrett nodded. "Seth is not only long, but quite thick as well. He stretches my jaw and it often forces a tear from my eye, but it is so worth it. It very much turns me on when I feel what that does to his body and hear the sounds he makes."
"I'm sure," Dane well understood.
"It is the same with Emmett," Nasir added with a smile.
"Have you two tried the sixty nine position?" Garrett enquired.
"We're a little mismatched, so that doesn't work exactly the same for us," Dane explained. "When we do that, he likes to prop his head on a pillow and rim me while I suck on him."
"I have done that with Seth a few times," Garrett's cock stirred at the memory. "Have you tried to take all of Tony while doing that?"
"I can take more of him that way, which I like, but I've never taken all of him," Dane confessed.
"I ask because it can be easier in that position," Garrett instructed.
"Yes," Nasir agreed.
"It's an easier angle. That was how I took Seth the first time," Garrett's cock continued to harden as he replayed the events in his head. "It was most satisfying when my nose reached his balls, especially the way he moaned."
"Yeah, I see what you mean. It would be easier that way," Dane figured. "Though, I would much rather be able to do it the other way, so my tongue is in the right place."
"When Emmett kneels between my legs and swallows me like that, I see the face of Allah," Nasir lifted his palm heavenward.
"I thought Seth said you weren't really a believer," Dane mused.
"When Emmett makes me come in his throat, I believe," Nasir stated.
"How big are you?" Dane questioned.
"I am as long as Emmett, but not at all as thick," Nasir answered honestly.
"Oh!" Dane hadn't expected that.
"Would you like to see?" Nasir offered with a grin.
"What I would really like to see is a demonstration!" Dane laughed.
"Habibi!" Nasir called.
"Garrett, would you mind sucking Seth off for me?" Dane asked.
"I have no doubt that my husband would be all too happy to let you watch me do that," Garrett gave a slow nod.
"I'm sure I would find it most educational," Dane enthused.
Garrett was about to deny the request when Seth and Emmett padded their bare feet into the room.
"Whatcha guys doin'?" Seth asked.
"We were having a deepthroat discussion," Garrett informed.
"You haven't been able to do that yet?" Seth asked his friend and coworker.
"No," Dane admitted, "but your husbands have been kind enough to give me some pointers."
"Wanna watch 'em do it?!" Seth enthused. He and Emmett looked at each other. Emmett gave a shrug and they both unbuttoned the side waist button of their open sided satin pants, and let them fall to the floor.
"No," Garrett protested.
"We do this in front of Nasir and Emmy all the time, Honey," Seth pointed out.
"Nasir and Emmett are busy themselves when that happens. We're not putting on a show," Garrett differentiated.
"But, Honey," Seth moved closer to Garrett and ran a hand over himself. "The King wants your attention."
"He shall get all the attention he so richly deserves, after the party," Garrett put his hands on his husband's dark thighs.
"He aches to feel your lips right now," Seth encircled his heavily hanging cock with thumb and forefinger and rolled his foreskin back. The big python began to expand at just the anticipation of Garrett's loving attention.
"I can see that he does," Garrett took hold of Seth's heavy meat and lifted it to his face. "My King," he gave Seth a reverent kiss on the serpent's exposed eye. And then pulled Seth's pants up, "will have to wait a few hours before I swallow him," Garrett finished his thought as he buttoned the waistband of Seth's pants.
"Ohh!" Seth folded his arms across his chest and stuck his bottom lip out in a dramatic pout.
"You are adorable," Garrett stood, took Seth's face gently in his hands, and bent to give him a loving kiss on his lips.
"I am so happy to be home," Nasir ran his hands up his husband's muscled and hairy thighs. Like Garrett, he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the sheathed head of Emmett's penis. "After the party, my habibi," Nasir pulled Emmett's pants up and buttoned them for him.
"Well, thank you, guys," Dane rose from the bed of pillows. "I hope to put your instructions to good use tonight!"
"Call me tomorrow," Seth put his arm around Dane's shoulders as they all walked out of the media room.
"I'll probably just text you. We have a big day tomorrow with his family and Ruckus," Dane advised.
"Oh, that's right, it's," Seth paused as he tried to remember, "Hocus Pocus Day or something."
"Ha!" Dane laughed. "Otherwise known as All Saints."
"Okay, well," Seth stopped in his tracks when he noticed that Milan was absent from the bar and Kiril had taken his place. "Where did Milan go?" he wondered aloud. Perhaps the bartender had simply taken a bathroom break. Surely that was all it was. There couldn't be more to it. Certainly not what had happened the last time Milan had gone missing from this bar during a party. He was relieved to see Edward standing with Jasper, Tex and Wash, his hand on the small of Jasper's back. Seth rolled his eyes at himself for even allowing such a ridiculous thought to enter his head.
"Seth!" Troy suddenly appeared. He looped an arm around the older man's neck as he all but hung on him. "What a great party!"
"Yeah!" Zack was right behind him. When it looked like Zack intended to lean on Seth as well, Emmett grabbed the thin young man around his waist and held Zack to his side.
"You know something. I think the spunch is piked!" Troy shared the secret he had discovered.
"Figured that out, did ya?" Seth smiled.
"Looks like you two have had quite a bit of it," Emmett observed. The more punch Troy and Zack drank, the more they danced their little asses off, and the more they danced their little asses off, the more punch they drank.
"You always have the best parties, Seth," Troy laid his head on Seth's shoulder.
"Honey, I think it might be time to put these harem boys to bed," Seth spoke to his Sultan while he rubbed Troy's back.
"No," Troy lifted his head and patted Seth's pec. "No. We have another party to go to."
"You're leaving my party to go someplace else?!" Seth gave faux indignation.
"It's Zoose and Macky's...," Troy giggled and waved a hand as he caught himself. "I mean, Moose and Zacky's friend Zark's party. Mmm-Mark's party. They all went to high school together."
"You're going to a straight party dressed like a harem boy?" Seth asked.
"I'm not going as a harem boy," Troy shook his head. "I'm going as a trophy boyfriend. Obviously."
"Who happens to be dressed like a harem boy," Emmett added.
"Zacky! What if they find out we're gay?!" Troy pretended to be alarmed.
"Here's a newsflash, Cupcakes," Moose walked into their midst. "Everybody already knows. Great party, Mr. Thompson," he offered his hand to Garrett.
"Thank you so much for coming, Moose. Drive safely. Take care of these two," Garrett bid as they shook.
"Real men eat cupcakes!" Troy poked Moose in his solid chest.
"Oh, yeah?" Moose pulled Troy away from Seth. "I'm gonna take you and your cupcake eatin' boyfriend here," he pulled Zack from Emmett to his other side, "by Mark's for a little while, before I pour your giggly, drunk asses back to your brother's house."
"Night," Emmett called as Moose hauled Troy and Zack toward Edward and Jasper.
"I should have kept a closer eye on them," Seth concluded.
"They'll be fine," Garrett put a reassuring hand on his husband's bare shoulder. "They work and study hard. They're just blowing off some steam. Shall we freshen our drinks?" he gestured toward the bar.
"Good idea, Garrett," Nasir put his arm around his best friend as they moved toward the bar together.
"Kiril, an Oktoberfest, a pumpkin ale, a Strongbow and a Laphroaig on ice, please," Garrett ordered from the relief bartender.
Seth noted Milan's continued absence and looked around for Wayne. When he didn't find Wayne with Simon, Seth nodded his conclusion to himself.
Each Sultan stood with his hand on the bare back of the harem boy he loved the most in all the world. Garrett rubbed Seth's upper back, while Nasir held his hand on the small of Emmett's broad and muscular back and just absently rubbed small circles with his thumb.
Nasir looked his buff and beautiful husband over appreciatively. "I do not know how I was able to resist you. I should take you back into the hareem and suck your cock."
"Okay!" Emmett agreed with a big dimpled smile.
"Not to make you come, just to feel your big cock in my throat," Nasir outlined. "In fact, I think I will take you back there a suck on you for a few minutes, every twenty minutes or so."
"I will never go soft. I will leak through these pants," Emmett listed facts. "Everyone will see me, and my balls will be visibly blue."
"I do not mind this," Nasir dismissed Emmett's objections as he took a sip of his scotch.
"I think that's a great idea!" Seth had heard.
"And Garrett should do the same to you," Nasir gestured with his tumbler.
"As long as I get to say when to stop," Seth negotiated.
"No," Nasir shook his head. "You get to say nothing. Tonight you are property."
"Actually, I think before those two think about leaving, we should apologize to them properly," Garrett looked at Edward and Jasper as he spoke.
"What happened?" Emmett asked, instantly concerned.
The fun Seth was having completely drained from his face. "I fucked up big," he admitted. He also knew that his husband was right. "I'll tell you later," Seth told Emmett as he took Garrett's hand and they walked away from the bar together.
"Edward, Jasper, do you have a moment?" Garrett asked as he and Seth approached.
"Sure," Edward answered amiably.
"Of course," Jasper smiled.
"Perhaps we can go somewhere more quiet," Garrett suggested with a gesture toward the hallway that led to the study and media room/hareem. Edward and Jasper followed along and when Seth wouldn't look up, Edward figured it out.
"Garrett, Seth, this isn't necessary," Edward began as they walked into the privacy of the hareem.
"No, it is," Seth countered as he turned and looked up at them. "I know I already told you, but I wanted to make sure Jasper heard this as well. I messed up. Jasper, I knew that you and Tex knew each other, and that you and he were more than friends. I didn't share that knowledge with Garrett, and then I invited Tex and Wash to the party, thinking it was fine because you had already told us you weren't going to be here."
Jasper furrowed his brow. He looked to Edward and back to Seth. "You knew about me and Tex? How?"
"I saw his pictures," Seth confessed. "In your apartment in Rochester and in your office in New York."
"My office?" Jasper puzzled. "Oh! Wow, I don't ever even think about that picture. It's been there for years," he realized aloud. Jasper turned to Edward to explain. "I took down most pictures of my friends when we got back together."
Edward smiled and nodded both his relief and confidence back to Jasper.
"How the hell did you put all that together without even talking to me?" Jasper demanded of Seth.
Seth just raised his eyebrows at the stupid question. He Saw. And they all knew it. He had Seen far more with much less evidence in the past.
"Oh, yeah," Jasper nodded. "Never mind."
"Seth didn't consider the awkward nature of the situation, regardless of whether you were going to be here or not," Garrett said to Jasper.
"I'm sorry, Edward. I would have told you, of course," Seth assured Edward.
"You would have told him without talking to me first?" Jasper clearly prickled at that.
"Well, I probably would have called you first," Seth tried to backtrack before he stopped and admitted defeat. He took a deep breath. "Okay, the truth is, I don't have a fucking clue what I would have done, because I totally dropped the ball and didn't consider the possible ramifications. No excuses. I'm just really, really sorry and I hope you know none of this was in any way intended to hurt either of you. I love you guys, both of you individually and most especially together."
"We all do," Garrett echoed as he rubbed Seth's back soothingly. "And as the co-host of tonight's party, I add my apology as well."
"You had nothing to do with this, Honey," Seth protested.
"We stand and fall together." Garrett said with finality.
"No one is falling here," Edward took Jasper's hand and took a moment to look into his eyes. "We know neither of you would ever deliberately do anything to hurt us, and tonight turned out fine. I may have overreacted at first," he admitted, "but nothing bad happened. As a matter of fact, that dance that Jasper had with Tex gave me and Wash a chance to get to know each other a little, so it was for the best."
"So we're okay?" Seth sought confirmation.
"We're all good," Edward assured.
"Are we all, all good?" Seth looked up at Jasper.
"Well, I'm super glad I told Edward about Tex a couple of nights ago, and didn't wait until his next New York visit, like I'd planned," Jasper reasoned, "but even without that, we would have been fine."
"Good!" Seth moved in and threw his arms around both Edward and Jasper. Edward lifted his arm for Garrett and their triple hug became four.
"This a private hugging session or can anybody join?" Justin spoke from the doorway to the media room turned harem. "We were just looking for a quiet spot where Mel could get off her feet, but I should have known there would be some kind of orgy going on in here."
"Orgy? I'll show you an orgy!" Seth slipped out of Garrett, Edward and Jasper's arms, and latched onto Justin. He rubbed his face against his brother-in-law's chest through the black Roman collared shirt while he reached around to grab Justin's ass. "Ugh, you're so overdressed!" Seth lamented. "First we have to get you out of these clothes!"
Melinda erupted in a fit of giggles and Justin just shook his head as Seth unbuttoned his shirt.
"Mel, the gays are undressing me now," Justin requested help.
"Have fun, Dear," Melinda gave him as much help as she usually did.
"Sweetness," Garrett spoke indulgently, "can we not molest my brother?"
"He said he wanted an orgy!" Seth was defended.
"I'm pretty sure I heard that differently," Garrett retorted patiently.
"But Justin would like to, wouldn't you, Justin? I can show you things you've never seen before," Seth purred up at Justin. Justin's shirt was open from his pants to his Roman collar and Seth ran his hands inside, over his brother-in-law's pecs.
"I've been in your hot tub with you naked, so I've seen, and shown you, way more than I wanted to already," Justin pulled Seth's hands out of his shirt. "Now go on, get back to my brother. Gar, you gotta keep closer tabs on your little Injun," he shook his head in mock disapproval as his wife giggled behind him. "Oof!" Justin reacted as Seth play punched him in the stomach through his open shirt.
"I'm sorry, I need the little girl's room," Melinda waved. She turned to head for the powder room still laughing.
"My bladder just had the same thought," Jasper said as he turned to follow her.
"You guys can share," Seth suggested. "Jasper's tall. He can use the sink!" he delivered his punch line.
"Hey, wait a minute," Justin began to protest as he rebuttoned his shirt. He didn't like the thought of another man flopping his dick out in his wife's face. "Oh, he's gay," Justin dismissed the thought just as quickly.
"I'll go get us something to snack on," Edward told Jasper with a light pat on his butt. "Meet me in the dining room?"
"I'll see you there," Jasper gave a small wave and walked out to seek another bathroom.
"I'll leave you guys to your orgy," Edward smirked at Justin as he headed in a different direction.
"Hey, Eddie," Emmett acknowledged as he and Nasir passed Edward. "So what happened? Everything okay?" Emmett was concerned.
"I am so stupid! You're not gonna believe what I did," Seth began and filled them in.
Out in the living room, Juan crossed to the corner that was the DJ booth, with a single drink on his tray.
"Dracula's kiss for the lady," Juan served Lightray's cocktail in a martini glass, just the way he knew she liked it.
"Thank you, baby boy," Lightray tucked a tip into the front of Juan's trunks and took the liberty of running her fingers over the thin material that covered Juan's resting cock and balls.
"Oh no, thank you," Juan smiled, grateful for both the tip and the attention. "Anyone else like something from the bar?"
Tony sat/leaned on the edge of the equipment cases and held Dane between his legs. They faced each other this time. Dane had his arms up around Tony's neck while Tony's hands rested on Dane's lower back. They enjoyed just smiling into each other's eyes.
"Boys, Dracula's kiss?" Lightray gestured with her glass and took a sip.
"Mmm," Tony smiled. "Dane's kiss."
And Dane was only too happy to give his man one. They didn't get too carried away. Tongues licked lips, teeth and fangs, but went no deeper as their mouths moved together.
"Not at the moment," Lightray answered Juan's question for them. "But don't go far," she gave him her most flirtatious smile.
"I'll swing back by," Juan returned her smile and headed off.
"Um, um, moma gonna get her some Mexican tonight," Lightray watched Juan walk away.
"Rach," Tony mimicked wiping the corner of his mouth, "ya got a little drool there."
"Mind what you got between your legs," Lightray gestured.
"Got a hot little vampire," Tony smiled at Dane as he ran both hands down onto his lover's butt.
"You two are so cute together, you make me sick," Lightray picked up her phone and took a shot of them.
"I want a pic too," Simon the zombie pulled his phone out of his tight and tiny daisy dukes. "Say, aren't you supposed to be natural enemies?" he captured a shot of the pale, shirtless, trim vampire in the also shirtless, big, muscular werewolf's arms.
"That's a myth," Dane stated. "Every vampire needs a big, hunky wolfman to suck."
"Does your vampire give good suck, Wolfman?" Simon asked.
"He gives good everything," Tony kept his eyes on Dane's as he answered.
"You guys are cute together," Simon agreed with the DJ's sentiment. Everyone in the room could see how in love Tony and Dane were.
They made Simon smile. And they made him horny. He walked away in the direction of the dining room and kitchen. Simon well remembered a set of very hot Brazilian twins that he had seen earlier, and especially the way they filled out their little uniform trunks. One could fuck his ass while the other fucked his face, and he didn't care who did which. Wayne was missing and so was his bartender of whom Wayne was so enamored. Simon knew his fellow zombie was chowing down on that big Czech dick right now. That is, if he didn't yet have it up his ass.
The DJ watched the hot little zombie disappear into the dining room and returned her attention to sweet, little Mexican waiter. She took a sip of her kiss and saw her chance as Juan set his tray on the bar and headed down the hall.
"Tony, cover for me for a few minutes?" Lightray set her drink down and snatched up her clutch.
"Sure, Rach," Tony agreed.
He and Dane moved closer to the console and this time Dane positioned himself in front of Tony with his back to the bigger man. Tony's arms just naturally encircled Dane while Dane slipped a hand behind him.
"Ohhh," Tony closed his eyes as Dane's fingers curled around his very pronounced bulge, down the left leg of his tight jeans.
"Mmm," Dane's mouth watered. "My Wolfman seems pretty big."
"A certain super sweet, super sexy vampire has been kissing me," Tony explained. "He turns me on," he bent to kiss the side of Dane's neck. "A lot."
"You turn me on too," Dane stated. "Especially when you're like this," he gave the big, trapped dick a squeeze.
"At this rate I'm going to explode in your face the second you take me out of these jeans," Tony warned.
"Then just be sure to hurry up and shove it in my mouth," Dane instructed.
"I might blow your head off," Tony teased.
"Drown me. Then fuck me," Dane bargained.
"Okay," Tony laughed and kissed the side of Dane's neck again. "And I didn't put on deodorant, just so you know."
"Ohhh, you should so not have told me that," Dane groped the aching hardness in the front of his own jeans.
"If I don't tell you, how will you know you should lick me there?" Tony continued to kiss his way up and down the side of Dane's pale neck.
"I'll stick my face there anyway, so I would have found out on my own, but now this whole room is gonna watch me lick your pits," Dane warned.
"Mmm, okay," Tony was agreeable. He ran one hand over Dane's flat abdomen and the other up Dane's thigh. And encountered very hard Dane in the front of the tight, black jeans. "Oh, fuck."
"I know," Dane agreed as he continued to grope the huge dick in the pantleg behind him and enjoyed Tony's hand as it did the same to him.
Lightray pursued her quarry down the front hall and caught up with Juan. The waiter slipped into the powder room as the pregnant Nun vacated it. Lightray waited for the Nun to head back into the hareem and tried the powder room doorknob. Just as she hoped, Juan hadn't locked it. Lightray slipped quickly inside.
"Oh!" Juan was surprised as he stood and pissed into the toilet. His trunks were hooked under his balls and his dark, uncut dick was in his hand. "Sorry. Just be a second," Juan made no move to cover himself or stop what he was doing. He assumed the DJ needed to use the facilities as well.
He was wrong. The only pipe Lightray was interested in, was the one in the waiter's hand. She clicked the lock to ensure no one else unexpectedly popped in the way she just had.
"No need to hurry on my account, Cutie," Lightray smiled. She set her small purse down on the granite vanity as she drew close to Juan.
"Oh, um," Juan was not expecting the hands that caressed his shoulders and abdomen.
"You're damn fine, ya know that?" Lightray ran her fingers through Juan's trimmed pubes.
"Thank you," Juan smiled sweetly as he finished pissing. He reached to flush the toilet and shook the last drops from his cock.
"I'll do that for you," Lightray ran her fingers down onto Juan's penis.
"Um, okay!" Juan giggled. He was gay and was not attracted to this woman, or at least, the woman she was now, but Juan wasn't opposed to being fondled by an admirer.
"Nice," Lightray rolled Juan's foreskin into place over his head and back off again.
They both watched her to that. She slowly stroked Juan in this way and smiled when the snake began to wake.
"That feels good," Juan stated the obvious.
"I love your cock," Lightray continued to gently stroke the growing organ. "I especially love your foreskin. Can I play with it?"
"If you want to," Juan allowed. He wasn't expecting her to step back and pull his underwear down to his feet.
"Turn around. Sit down," Lightray grabbed Juan's hips to turn him.
Juan pulled the seat down and complied. Lightray pulled his underwear free of his feet and tossed them aside.
"So nice," Lightray moved closer on her knees as Juan leaned back. He wasn't fully hard yet and it was easy for her to grasp him with her hand and roll ample skin over his head. She leaned in and pulled at Juan's foreskin with her lips and ever so lightly with her teeth.
"Mmm. I like that," Juan endorsed. "Oh!" he also was not expecting her tongue to thrust into the cowl of his foreskin. Lightray ran her tongue around the head of Juan's cock inside his foreskin and he almost instantly grew to full hardness.
"Oh, yeah," Lightray pulled back to admire the view. "Not such a baby boy after all," she licked her lips as she stroked Juan in her face. "You know you're gonna get your dick sucked right now, right?"
"Okay. If you want to," Juan giggled again. The grin was wiped off his face as his cock slid into the warm, wet embrace of her mouth. "Oh, wow," he felt her tongue caress his sensitive cum tube. "I've never had a girl go down on me before," Juan shared with wonderment.
Of course, Juan knew Lightray hadn't been born a female and Lightray knew that he knew it. Neither of them cared as Lightray took Juan in her throat.
While Milan had a slight downward curve to his big Czech dick, Juan had a distinct downward bend to his not as big, but still sizeable cock. Lightray found it easy to deepthroat him in this position.
"Ugh," Juan moaned as he slid down her throat.
She ran one hand up his trim body to his smooth and defined chest, and the other to fondle his balls.
"Ho, fuck!" Juan exclaimed as she tugged on his right nipple and his testicles as she began to suck him. He closed his eyes and held onto the seat beneath him as her mouth moved up and down his pole.
If Lightray had a God-given pussy, like she should have had, it would be wet from having this hot, dark skinned stud in her mouth. She massaged the whole of his shaft with her lips and concentrated on his cum tube with her tongue.
"Dios Mio," Juan hung his head to the side with his eyes closed as she curled his toes. Was it because this woman used to, or still did, have one herself that she knew so well how to treat a cock? Juan didn't know and in that moment didn't care. He was gay and attracted to men. Juan felt no attraction for the woman giving him head and if anyone had asked him prior to this moment, if he thought a woman could get him off, the answer would have been different.
Lightray would have closed her eyes, but the view was too good. She made a point to go all the way down on Juan each time and sucked his whole cock.
Juan opened his eyes as she pulled her mouth off of him and watched her lave his balls with the flat of her tongue. "Oh, yeah, lick my balls."
"You like that?" Lightray paused just long enough to ask with a satisfied smirk.
"Oh, yes," Juan moaned. His scrotum was very sensitive. He kept his sac cleanly shaved and loved what she was doing almost as much as he loved getting his ass plowed or his dick sucked.
Juan's balls had tightened up almost as soon as he was fully hard. Lightray couldn't suck on them properly like she wanted to, but she could run her tongue over and around them, and loved the moans she made him make.
"Ugh," Juan moaned as she ran her tongue up his cum tube and took the head of his snake in her mouth.
Lightray wrapped her hand around him and stroked his hard cock while she massaged his frenulum with her tongue. She loved the feel of his foreskin as it moved onto and back off of her tongue. And so did he. Juan had started to leak and as soon as Lightray tasted his sweet seepage on her tongue, took him back in her mouth.
"Hoh!" Juan's entire body tensed at the onslaught as she sucked and pumped his straining cock at the same time. "Fuck. Are you trying to make me come?" he thought she just wanted to play with his cock for a few minutes. She said she just wanted to play with his foreskin. This was far more than playing with his foreskin. The way her hand and mouth worked in unison up and down his pole drove him rapidly toward orgasm.
And Lightray briefly considered taking him like this. She loved brown skinned men and bet this one's juice would be delicious.
"Ugh, huh," Juan could not keep his body still as her sucking pumping drove him to the brink.
There was only one other man at this party tonight who was hotter than Juan in her eyes, and that was the very hunky police detective in his sleeveless prisoner scrubs. Roberto's bare muscular arms alone was enough to make her salivate. And the thought just made her suck that much harder on the Mexican she did have in her mouth. And wanted inside her.
"Dios, don't stop!" Juan pleaded as Lightray pulled off and let go of his throbbing bone. "I'm so close!"
"I'm sorry," Lightray stood up. "I need this perfect cock inside me," she kicked off her heels and reached under her short skirt to peel down her tights.
"What?" Juan wore a look of fear on his face. "Inside you, where? I've never done that before," he held himself and stroked slowly.
"Relax, Baby. In my ass," Lightray took a small tube of lube from her purse and poured a generous amount into her palm.
"Oh," Juan wasn't entirely relieved. "I've never done that before either," he admitted.
"You're a bottom? With a beautiful cock like this?" Lightray knelt down again and wrapped her lubey hands around his hardness.
"Ugh," Juan put his head back as her slick hands twisted around his straining cock.
Lightray smiled as she moved one hand over the other. She twisted her hands around him and stroked him.
"Fuck. You better get your lips back on me quick 'cause I'm about to blow," Juan warned.
"Oh, no, Baby," Lightray let go of him. She stood up and turned around to straddle him. She reached between her legs to hold him up as she squatted down.
"You don't want to face me?" Juan asked. When he rode a man, he much preferred to face him. Juan liked to see what he was doing to the guy inside him and to present himself to be played with while he rode his top's cock.
"No," Lightray answered simply. As much as she loved cock, she hated her own. She didn't want Juan to see it, or especially to touch it. She rubbed his lubed and precum slicked cockhead over her hole and held him while she let gravity push him through her anal ring.
"Oh!" Juan had never felt his head pop through a ring of anal muscle before and liked the way it gripped him.
"Like that?" Lightray looked over her shoulder as she let herself lower on him an inch.
"I think I do!" Juan was as surprised as anyone could be.
Juan loved to bottom. One of the best fucks he ever had in his life was when Edward Cullen laid him on his back on the vanity in this very powder room, with his ankles on Edward's shoulders. It was one year ago tonight. Edward had been dressed as a motorcycle cop. Edward remained in uniform and had only pulled his cock and balls out through the fly of his tight pants. He let Juan swallow him for only a moment before he stripped Juan naked and laid him on the vanity. Edward fucked him and jerked him off, and they came together.
Juan had never actually seen Edward naked, though he longed to do so. At Seth and Garrett's Oscar Party a year and a half ago, again in this very powder room, Juan had followed Edward inside, knelt while Edward leaned back on the vanity, and sucked a sweet, heavy load out of Edward's balls. And that first time as well, he had fished Edward's cock and balls out through the fly of his pants and underwear, but gone no further. He was actually envious of Milan who, as Milan told the story, at the informal gathering here in the penthouse on the eve of Seth and Garrett's wedding, Milan had taken Edward into the study and stripped him naked before slowly sucking him off. Milan said Edward was lightly furry and extra hot all over. Milan said that Edward held his head and fucked his throat when he finally came. Just the thought of Edward doing that made Juan throb and leak.
Into the DJ's asshole. Lightray moved herself up and down on his rock hard pole, working just a little bit more of him inside her each time.
"Oh, Baby boy, you feel so good inside me!" Lightray moaned.
"I like it too!" Juan agreed. He reached under her skirt to hold her hips while she bounced on the upper half of his cock.
Lightray stopped, let gravity force another two inches of his bone into her, and began to bounce on him again. "Hoooh."
"Ugh," Juan enjoyed it immensely.
The prostate Lightray shouldn't have been born with, allowed her to enjoy it just as much. Facing away from him this way and the way he was bent, pushed him into her prostate as she rode him. Lightray paused, sank down further onto his staff, and started to bounce again. "Oh, fuck, Baby," she moaned.
"Ugh," Juan continued to hold the hips under the skirt as she fucked herself on his throbbing cock. His balls drew up higher and tighter to the base of his cock. Juan didn't know how much more of this he could take.
And then she sped up.
"Ugh, hoh," Lightray whipped her hair around as she rode her Mexican stallion. His throbbing hardness pressed directly into her prostate. It made her knees weak, but she mustered the strength to go on. He felt too damn good inside her to stop.
"Ugh, Dios," Juan reclined as much as he was able beneath her, a helpless, but very willing participant in their coupling.
Lightray had strong thighs was at this moment very glad of it. She maintained her fast pace, but rather than small bounces, started to slide up and down almost the whole length of his cock as she fucked herself. "Ugh, fuck!"
"Ugh, fuck!" Juan echoed her sentiment. His entire body tensed as she propelled him toward orgasm again.
Lightray knew the hot Mexican beneath and inside her was going to make her come. She hated her own cock and couldn't wait to be rid of it. She hated to look at it or touch it even to piss and especially hated it when more came out of it than piss. Like what was about to happen right now. She quickly pulled one of the scarves from around her neck and grabbed the hated thing to catch her jizz. As much as she liked cum and would happily drink Juan's, she loathed her own.
"Oh, Dios! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come in you!" Juan warned as his tightened muscles trembled. Lightray continued to ride him as his throbbing, jabbing cock drove her to the edge as well.
"Ungh!" Juan closed his eyes and threw his head back as he lost it inside Lightray's ass.
The pulse of his weapon as it discharged inside her pushed her over the brink. "Huh! Ugh!" Lightray held the scarf around it tightly as she caught her creamy emission.
"Hoh!" Juan writhed beneath her as he continued to blast deep in her ass.
Lightray stilled, but while she no longer rode him, but the clutch of her internal convulsions as she came was just as good for him.
"Guh, uh," Juan moaned, squirmed, and spurted beneath her.
Lightray pulled herself up, sank back down until he was almost fully seated inside her, and then slowly pulled up again until she lifted off of him.
"Ho, fuck," Juan took hold of himself.
"That was a great fuck, Baby boy. Thanks," Lightray turned to smile down on him and threw her wadded, wet scarf into the trashcan.
"Thank you! I've never done that before!" Juan grinned up at her. He gave himself a long, final stroke and the last of his cum oozed out into a glob on his head.
Lightray couldn't resist. She knelt down between his legs and took him in her mouth.
"Ugh, yeah," Juan let go of himself as she gently nursed on his still very hard cock. "Wow," he expressed his wonderment at what a fantastic lover this woman was.
"Mmm," Lightray licked her lips as she relinquished his cock. "I knew you would taste good."
Juan rested where he was for a long moment and just watched her as she stood up and pulled her tights back on. Only once she had made herself presentable did Juan get up as well.
"Seth and Garrett have the best parties," Lightray handed Juan his small squarecut trunks.
"Yeah, they do," Juan agreed as he bent to step into his underwear. "I hope I see you again here," he tucked his half hard snake into his trunks.
"I do too," Lightray put a hand to his face and kissed him softly on his full lips. She then unlocked and opened the powder room door, and walked out.
Across the hall, a blonde zombie boy toy emerged from the study and walked with the DJ back toward the party. Juan and Milan walked out behind them and met each other in the hallway.
"I just fuck that boy," Milan stated with a smirk.
"I just fucked that girl," Juan informed and headed down the hallway to get back to work. A confused and befuddled Czech stood where Juan left him. Milan knew his coworker and friend was gay and very much a bottom.
"You do what?! Juan!" Milan called after him and moved to catch up.