Jory Strong: Two Spirits

Trey’s breath caught at the intensity of Tenino’s gaze, the purpose written on his face. His heart thundered in his ears as his lips parted slightly and his penis pulsed. He didn’t fight when Tenino pushed him backward onto the couch cushions. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to stretch out, to have Tenino position himself on top, groin to groin, hard cocks lined up, separated only by soft material.

“You still want to claim you aren’t gay?” Tenino asked, his lips a breath away from Trey’s.

Trey shivered, nearly moaned as exquisite sensation surged through him in molten waves of needy heat. His hips lifted, his cock rubbed against Tenino’s in silent acknowledgement, but Tenino didn’t relent.

“I can cuff you, work a confession out of you if that’s what it takes,” Tenino threatened, his breathing a little ragged, his hips bucking. “Answer my question, Trey. You still want to claim you aren’t gay?”

“No,” Trey whispered and couldn’t stop himself from admitting everything though he knew Tenino was smart enough to have guessed. “I’m gay. But I’ve never acted on it before.”

Tenino’s smile was dark, nearly feral. “You ready to?”

Trey answered by lifting his head and pressing his lips to Tenino’s, by swallowing Tenino’s moan of surprised pleasure.

Firm lips yielded but Tenino made Trey fight for control of the kiss. Tongues slid against one another, cocks straining, leaking.

Emotion swamped Trey. If there’d been even a hint of a doubt about his sexuality remaining, it burned away in the heat scorching him.

It felt so good to have Tenino lying on top of him, their cocks pressing together as their tongues thrust and retreated, tangled. It felt better than anything he’d ever experienced, so profoundly right he knew he’d never look for pleasure in a woman’s arms again.

His hands went to Tenino’s hair, undid the braid. His heart thrilled at the way Tenino shivered at having his hair played with.

Trey swallowed Tenino’s groan and wanted to coax more of them from him. His fingers combed through black, silky locks, the tips sliding over deeply tanned skin and firm muscles.

Tenino’s hips jerked in response. He roughly freed Trey’s ponytail, his elbows sliding forward so more of his weight was on Trey. His fingers tangled in Trey’s hair, their grip radiating power, desire, possessiveness as his tongue grew more dominant, more insistent.

Trey moaned, shuddered. Lust pulsed between the two of them in time with the rapid, thundering beat of their hearts. His hands slid underneath the waistband of Tenino’s sweats, encountered only taut, smooth buttocks.

Tenino lifted his mouth from Trey’s. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said, rolling onto an elbow, reaching down to grab the bottom of Trey’s t-shirt and pull it up.

The need to feel skin against skin had Trey’s hands leaving their exploration of Tenino’s buttocks. The shirt was tugged off. Pure pleasure coursed through him when Tenino reclaimed his earlier position and their chests touched, heated flesh to heated flesh.

More arousal escaped through the slitted tip of Trey’s penis. He wanted to push his sweats downward, do the same to Tenino’s. For the first time in his life, Trey felt empowered, emboldened by the rigid length of his cock, the erection he’d gotten because of another man.

Tenino’s lips covered his again, the kiss carnal, forceful, and Trey speared his fingers through Tenino’s hair, loved the way Tenino didn’t hold back. Tiny hardened nipples touched, rubbed against each other, sent icy-hot spikes of torturous pleasure straight to Trey’s penis. He groaned when the kiss ended, nearly whimpered when Tenino kissed downward, found an ultrasensitive nipple and bit.

“Please,” Trey gasped, arching his back, tightening his fingers on Tenino’s hair, not even sure what he was asking for.

Dark satisfaction glittered in Tenino’s eyes. His smile said he understood what Trey wanted and intended to give it to him.

Tenino’s tongue swirled over the nipple, his teeth demonstrating just how close pain and pleasure were to one another.

Trey’s hips jerked. He spread his legs and felt his face heat at the unconscious invitation to be fucked he’d just issued. Feelings of vulnerability fluttered through his chest but didn’t have time to spread as Tenino’s firm lips and wet tongue continued to trail downward.

Anticipation built, a need so pervasive that when Tenino’s hand reached the waistband of Trey’s sweats, he lifted and in one smooth movement his pants were off and his cock was free.

“Please,” he moaned again as Tenino’s breath struck naked flesh. Repeated it when a firm masculine hand gripped him.

“I like the sound of you begging,” Tenino said, tightening his fingers, making Trey’s buttocks clench and his hips surge upward so he thrust through the fist of Tenino’s hand.

Tenino’s silky hair caressed Trey’s thighs, teasing over his belly. It made Trey lightheaded to see Tenino between his legs, mouth so close to where he was desperate to feel it.

Trey moaned, remembered the times he’d closed his eyes when a woman took him between her lips, the times he pretended it was a man instead, then felt guilt and shame afterward when he was limp, spent. Never again, he promised himself. Never again.

He cried out, shuddered as Tenino’s tongue lashed him, as Tenino’s mouth closed around his cock head. There was no hesitation in Tenino. There was nothing soft in his touch, in the stroke of his tongue or the pull of his lips.

Take no prisoners.

The thought came to Trey as Tenino sent wave after wave of exquisite agony and unbearable pleasure through his cock, as he panted, writhed, tangled his fingers in raven-black hair and began begging again, uncaring about anything but gaining release.

Trey thought he might die when Tenino’s free hand found his testicles, prevented him from spewing his seed. “Let me come,” he gasped.

Tenino answered Trey’s pleas by sucking mercilessly, by rubbing his tongue over Trey’s cock head. He knew what was driving him, what was making him draw out every sound of pleasure he could from Trey.

His instincts were dark and primitive, something he’d never experienced with any other lover. He wanted Trey. Now. Forever. And if making Trey a slave to passion was what it took to keep him there after Patricia Veron was taken into custody, then so be it.

“Let me come and I’ll go down on you,” Trey said, his breathing fast, his voice husky.

The promise of having Trey on his knees, of fucking through utterly kissable lips as he gripped long blond strands of hair, shredded Tenino’s control. He took Trey deeper, swallowed, reveled at the way Trey’s body shuddered, jerked in violent release before going lax, his thighs still spread, a virgin yet to be taken.

Tenino rolled to his feet, stripping the sweatpants off. He stayed standing as blue eyes traveled over him appreciatively, grew heated at the sight of his cock full and proud against his abdomen.

Without a word Trey slid from the couch, his movement smooth, masculine, reminding Tenino of a lithe, golden panther. Trey’s fingers gripped Tenino’s cock. His breath whispered over the exposed tip and sent lust roaring through Tenino.

“You’re not circumcised,” Trey said.

A drop of arousal escaped, winked from the tip of Tenino’s penis as the foreskin pulled back further. He was tempted to ask if being uncircumcised bothered Trey, but Trey killed the words by ducking his head, licking over Tenino’s ultrasensitive cock head.

He grunted, dug his fingers into Trey’s hair as he’d fantasized about in the shower. “Don’t tease,” he said, and knew it was the wrong thing to say when Trey smiled.