Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Round Robin--I think we need a title...

Jesus Christ, it was biggest he'd ever seen. In circumfrence and length. Jaxon scooted backward from the postion he'd landed in, on his butt, kicking dirt and rocks as he tried to get a better, to get away. That's what he was doing, fighting to get away from the thing. It would tear him in half if he let it anywhere near his body. Smooth and hard, it curved slightly upward and made Jaxon swallow with it's impressive nature.

"Damn," Luke Hillhouse said as he looked up at the thing that had sent his acquaintance Jaxon into such a spazz. Luke, peered over the tops of his sunglasses, his dark gaze gliding up and down the ancient monument before them. "The guy at the hotel said this statue was based on a living god. He said it dated from before the pyramids. Of course they have no proof and the locals won't let them do testing, but that's the legend. " Luke peered over the glasses again to Jaxon wo as still on his ass staring. "I wonder what the goddesses looked like. "

"I thought you were gay," Jaxon shot back. "Isn't that the whole point of Castro Travel? To give the GLBTQA community a friendly environment to travel under?"

Luke shrugged his well muscled shoulders and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his snug denim cut-offs. "Gay, straight, who needs labels?" Jaxon's stare was hard and accusing. "Fine," Luke said tersely. "Consider me part of the Q & A aspect--Questioning and Allied, okay?"

Before Jaxon could respond another man approached. "I wondered where you wandered off to."

Jaxon shot Luke a dirty look as his handsome friend stifled a chuckle. Turning from the nearly god-like form of Luke to the man who'd just arrived, Jaxon pasted a false smile on his face. The whole purpose of this trip was supposed to be to find some sort of spark in his relationship with Brad. Ten days spent travelling around the Mediterranean, when Brad's fair skin burned at even the mention of sun, when his sensitive stomach rebelled at the merest suggestion of seafood, when his palate preferred slabs of beef and potatoes instead of fine Italian cuisine... Jaxon wished, not for the first time, that Brad could be more like Luke.

"Sorry, we found ourselves fascinated by a god." Thankful not to have to stare his and Brad's rough relationship in the face, he turned his attention back to the statue.

"He certainly is, uh, well-endowed." Brad's gaze seemed glued to the statue's enormous phallus.

"Imagine taking it from a man like that." Jaxon inched closer to his lover and cupped one buttock, harder than usual from all the walking they'd done on their trip. He gave it a squeeze.

Brad gulped. A shudder wound its way down his spine.

Jaxon grinned. Perhaps there was hope for him and Brad yet. Over the top of his lover's tousled brown hair he caught Luke's hungry stare. Perhaps, the menu served three...

"Hey, Luke," Jaxon said, tracing a fingertip up Brad's spine. "I heard if you lick the statue's cock, it'll come to life and grant you a wish."

Brad turned and gave him a stern look. "You didn't hear any such thing."

"Did too." Jaxon pressed against Brad's back, inhaling the scent of his sweat. "The maid told me."

Luke looked thoughtful. "Actually, the guy I talked to said something like that. I don't think you had to lick it though. Just touch it."

Jaxon grinned. "I dare you."

Luke's eyes went wide. "Who, me?"

"Yeah." Resting his head against Brad's, Jaxon gave Luke his best challenging stare. "Come on, Luke. What's the harm?"

Luke turned, giving the statue a considering look, and Jaxon knew he had him. Yes! His secret wish to be the meat in a Brad-and-Jaxon sandwich is about to come true!

"All right," Luke said. "You're on." He squared his shoulders, stepped over the useless little fence around the statue, and stalked toward it...

Luke ran his fingers over the cool marble phallus that had them all fascinated. Thick as a beer can and longer than a ruler, it had each of them spellbound. What would it be like to spread for a man that well hung?

Painful most likely…

He’d take real flesh and blood appendages over false play-toys any day. Which brought him back to the couple waiting patiently for him to bend and run his tongue over the statue. He’d been fantasizing about Jaxon and Brad for the duration of their vacation. Who wouldn’t, when both men were hot as hell, and so adorably clueless about that same hotness? Their naiveté alone made his dick hard. All he could think about was kinky ways to corrupt them. Now seemed like as good a time as any.

Luke bent at the waist, waggling his ass at the men like a naughty puppy begging for a spanking, and extended his tongue toward the tip of the phallus. He pushed away thoughts of who else had tried this, and the germs engendered in the process, and moaned like a two-dollar whore as he licked the cold marble cockhead.

“Oh my God,” Brad cried from behind him. “I can’t believe you’re really doing that.”

Luke stood up straight and turned to face the men, who stood side by side staring at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Hey, you’re the ones who dared me to do it.”

Jaxon grinned. “But we didn’t think you’d actually do it. That thing has to be dirty.”

Luke shrugged and winked. “No more germy than sucking a real cock. Want me to give you a demonstration of that?”

“Don’t offer if you’re not willing to deliver.”

Jaxon’s tone was teasing, but his body went tense where it pressed into Brad's back. God, the verbal foreplay was making him hot. Not to mention what the hard ridge pressed against his ass was doing to him. Scorching!

This is why he’d agreed to the trip. He wanted the chance to rekindle his sex life with Jaxon, and the sparks were definitely starting to fly now. Still, Brad wasn’t sure if Luke was serious or merely playing. And yet the idea of having both Jaxon and Luke made his own cock sit up and beg for attention. While he had reservations about sharing Jaxon, maybe Luke was exactly what they needed.

“You’re the one who licked it, Luke. Should be your wish being granted, not Jaxon’s fantasy.” Brad wondered if his voice sounded deeper and sexier to anyone else or if it was his imagination.

Luke studied his expression and Brad’s whole body began to tingle under the intense scrutiny. The other man gave him a slow once over as Jaxon’s hands slid from his waist, gliding over his chest to tease his pebbled nipples.

“What if that was my wish?”

Luke took a step closer, and Brad’s heart began to pound against his ribs.

“Would you let me suck Jaxon’s cum down my throat?”

Another taunt, another step. Luke was killing him. Brad noticed a fine sheen of sweat coated Luke’s bronzed flesh. His mouth watered for a taste. He imagined sliding his tongue across all those hard planes and sharp angles.

“And what if I wanted you pounding into my ass at the same time?”

Hell yes! The idea sounded like heaven, and oh the visuals his mind was busy creating.

Luke stood just out of reach, but close enough Brad could smell his rich masculine scent. It made Brad think of spicy exotic seasonings, and long nights of fucking. He wasn’t able to suppress a deep moan.

With his hands on his narrow hips, Luke’s fingers framed the impressive bulge in his pants. Brad licked his dry lips. If Jaxon’s fingers clenching reflexively into his pecs was any indication, his lover was just as turned on.

“What about it? Would you grant my wish?”

"I can grant all of your wishes."

Luke shuddered as the deep softly accented voice came from behind and washed over him like the waves on the beach. He looked to his friends. Brad and Jaxon both stood stock still their eyes wide their mouths agape. They'd heard it too and he had the distinct feeling they were seeing the owner of the voice as well.

Swallowing hard Luke slowly turned and found his own jaw dropping. The statue was gone and in it's place was a gorgeous god of a man. A man whose full attention was upon him. "Why not finish what you started, hmmm?" the man said with a wicked grin.

Again Luke swallowed and forced his gaze from the man's perfect handsome face. His body was muscular but not musclebound. His skin was pale and had a most unusual sheen to it. His flesh and blood abs were as chiseled as the statue version had been and his cock. Well. It wasn't quite the monster it had been a moment ago but it was long and thick and stood out from from a thatch of dark coarse curls. The man pumped his hand along the rigid shaft, once, twice, a third time, each movement slow and calculating and when a drop of pearly pre-cum appeared Luke fell to his knees and licked it away with a leisurely flick of his tongue.

"Don't be shy," the man said to Jaxon and Brad as he ran his fingers through Luke's dark hair. "Join us."

Jaxon’s gaze darted from the now flesh and blood statue to Luke sucking greedily on the thick protruding cock, then back to the god like stranger. His erection throbbed and filled as far as his skin could stretch so it was nearly painful. He couldn’t stop his hips from pressing forward into Brad’s back, grinding into those tight cheeks.

“Are we hallucinating?” Brad’s voice was a whisper, mingling with the sweet slurping sounds coming from Jaxon. “Perhaps they put some sort of foreign drug into our food.”

“Who cares. Have you ever seen anything sexier?”

Brad chuckled. “Yeah, when you're down on your knees sucking me.”

Jaxon groaned. His hands slid over his lover’s chest until they cupped the hardened cock straining to break free from the material holding it captive. It was pleasing to know Brad felt that way.

The sexy stranger threw his head back and pumped his hips to Luke’s rhythm. “You only get one chance. It’s now or never.” His words were nearly groans, the sound exciting Jaxon even more than he thought was possible.


Now, now, now, Jaxon's mind screamed. The possibility of getting caught in public only added to the excitement. He did take a quick peek around though. This time of day most people were ensconced somewhere eating dinner and with the statue, er...god, in the far corner of the garden, Jaxon didn't see anyone. And right now he didn't give a flying fuck if they got caught.

Grabbing Brad's hand, he tugged them both closer. Luke took almost every inch of the god's cock as the former statue plunged in and out of his mouth.

"Strip," the god ordered, leaving no room for disobedience.

Who the hell would. Jaxon made short order of divesting himself of his clothes but from the corner of his eye he saw Brad standing still as a...well, a statue, damn it. His heart hammered. Maybe this wasn't what Brad wanted. Putting his hands on Brad's shoulders, Jaxon faced his lover, his heart in his throat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't find the concern he thought he'd see. What he did see was pure lust. Brad was practically drooling at watching Luke suck the god's cock.

"I won't tell you again," the god growled, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

Jaxon slipped his hands beneath Brad's shirt and lifted it off him, luxuriating in the feel of his lover's smooth skin and rock hard abs. He pressed his mouth to one of the nipples he'd uncovered, sucking the tight nub between his lips and biting gently on it. Brad's breath hissed out and he held Jaxon close against him with a hand tunneled in Jaxon's hair.

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