The week of 58 porn - part 3/5
(And yet even less worksafe)
Joe was wearing ruffles, and on him it looked manly, perfectly acceptable and sexy as hell. Leonard had been staring at them running from the collar to the bottom hem of the teal shirt, edging the sleeves, tickling Joe's wrists every time he moved his hands. The shirt was barely-buttoned, showing the small crucifix and not enough of Joe's pecs. It was torture. Leonard wanted to run his hands under it, and find out whether the barbell through Joe's left nipple was present and accounted for. But Joe had insisted on finishing the cleaning first and had firmly declined all offers of help.
Leonard watched him move around the empty bar, turning the chairs and mopping the floor, until he gathered the cleaning supplies and disappeared into the staff room in the back. Leonard shifted on the barstool, adjusting himself. He'd been hard for the last half an hour just watching Joe work.
He thought that coming over early and for once deciding against desecrating the bathroom would give them a chance to have a good talk. And they had had a pleasant conversation, not that Leonard could remember anything about it other than the way Joe's collar framed his Adam's apple and the way his jeans cupped his ass as he thrust the mop across the floor…
"Leeen!" came the call from the staff room. "C'mere, I've got something to show you."
The sight was truly amazing. Joe was sitting on a table, leaning back, his jeans pushed down past his knees, hand slowly stroking his hard cock. Leonard blinked, stunned for a brief second, and dove in for a kiss, nearly tripping on Joe's hobbled ankles. He stepped over the bunched-up jeans, and Joe's bare legs gripped his sides tightly under the unbuttoned suit jacket, pulling him closer.
Joe's hand was on him right away, slipping into the fly, squeezing hard through the silk boxers, and pulling his cock free. Leonard unbuttoned the ruffled shirt, smiling with anticipation, bucking his hips slightly into Joe's palm.
"Oh," he said, almost disappointed. "You're not wearing the barbell."
He attacked that nipple, sucking hard to convey his displeasure. Joe was wriggling entirely too much, so Leonard wrestled him back on the table and took his time, listening to gasps and giggles, ruthlessly using his teeth and tongue, slowly humping Joe's naked thigh.
"Len, Len, stop already, give it here," panted Joe. "C'mon."
Both Joe's hands, slippery with cream, slid all over his cock, root to tip, in maddening spiral motions, rubbing hard, too fast, and before Leonard realized what that might entail it was too late, he was coming, splattering semen over Joe's balls.
He caught his breath, watching Joe smile, shake his head and dab at the mess with wadded tissues. Leonard licked his dry lips, grabbed the cream, slicked his fingers and lowered Joe on his back again, pushing his legs higher to rest on his shoulders.
Fingers, warm, slippery and damp, touched his cheek just as he was about to grab Joe's cock with his lips.
"Hey, I have condoms. Different flavours. Cherry, cola…"
"No, I'll just - here…" he ducked lower, nipping at the shaft, lapping up traces of his sperm off Joe's soft scrotum. His fingers dipped into the warm place between Joe's ass cheeks, found the tight opening, tickled there. Joe moaned and flopped back on the table in surrender.
Leonard pushed a fingertip in, slowly swirled around, and Joe's ass clenched around him, holding tight; inner thigh muscles jumped against his cheek. His finger slipped deeper, exploring all that softness, warmth, sleek sensitive walls. He found the right place by touch and began stroking, steadily increasing the pressure.
"Fuck," gasped Joe, thumping his fist on the table. "Len. Oh, fuuuck."
"Is this good? Tell me how you like it," Leonard kissed the very root of Joe's cock, nuzzling away the pubic hair, and pressed his cheek into the palm that came up again to stroke his face.
"Uh," said Joe, "A-another one. Could do with another finger. And you can go a bit harder."
Leonard pulled out and pushed back in with two fingers, slowly stretching Joe wider, rubbed a thumb on his perineum and licked softly at his tightening balls. Joe's moans sounded almost like whimpers now, he kept squirming against the table, pulling on Leonard's hair, rocking himself further onto the fingers. His other hand flew to his cock, but Leonard pushed it down and covered the cockhead with his mouth, unable to resist. He silenced the half-hearted grunt of protest with a sharp stab of his fingers deeper in, and Joe bucked into his mouth, his legs shaking against Leonard's back.
"You're… Pull back this time, Christ - oh - like, right now. Now!"
Leonard complied, replaced his mouth with the hand and began to work it fast, his fingers slipping on saliva-wet skin. Joe's ass clamped around the fingers moving inside, tightening almost painfully, and he cried out, eyes shut, hands clutching at Leonard's moving wrist, cock incredibly hard for that split second before the orgasm.
Joe held him in place for some time, his jeans catching on the back of Leonard's jacket, hand still clamped around his wrist. Joe's semen was dripping down their fingers, soaking the ruffles on one sleeve; some was probably in Leonard's hair, by the feel of it.
"I hope it won't stain," said Leonard, surprising himself. "I really like this shirt."
"Thought you might," Joe lowered his legs and sat up, grabbed Leonard's head and dragged him closer for a hard, long kiss. "Right. Let's see if I can stand up yet…"
*
Len hovered as he locked up the bar, then fell into step beside him. They hadn't discussed it, or anything, at least, not in words, but Joe was okay with that. Len seemed like the kind of guy who would walk Joe home even if he lived an hour in the opposite direction, but after all of his little disappearing acts Joe honestly wasn't sure.
"You live up near campus?" he asked, to be safe.
"Hm? Oh, just up Rio Grande. Not far, really."
Joe nodded, reassured. He was very aware of Len's body next to him, the measured way he walked, as if restraining himself from going any faster. Joe found himself shortening his stride a little, enjoying the comfortable silence. It almost felt like they should be holding hands, which was weird in ways Joe didn't want to think about too closely. Besides, if he touched Len at all, they'd probably end up making out in an alley somewhere, and it was damn cold. He tucked his hands into his pockets.
"I really should apologize," Len said abruptly.
"For what?" Joe asked. "All the hot sex?"
Len blinked at him oddly, lips quirking:
"Well, my, ah, performance. I'm not usually so premature, it's just been a very long time, since I-"
"How long?" Joe asked, breaking two of his major Rules About Dating without even noticing.
"Um, two years. Give or take."
"Two years?" Joe said, aghast. He'd have guessed two months, maybe. "Good thing I found you when I did, then. It's gotta be bad karma to keep all that sexy to yourself."
He rolled his shoulders, still feeling the pleasant post-sex heaviness in every muscle. His body remembered it all so vividly: Len's lips wet on his skin, his fingers burning inside, moving in and out softly, precisely. And that fucking sexy mouth sliding over his cock…
"Seriously though. You're a hell of a good time," he said. "If that's what you call a bad performance..."
Len stopped under the streetlight, looking at Joe with a smile that made his cock twitch in his jeans. He reached out a hand, caught Joe's collar and gently tugged him closer. Joe fell gratefully into the kiss, cupping the cold curve of Len's ears in his pocket-warm palms.
By the time Len pulled back, his glasses were white with fog. He took them off and wiped them on his jacket. Without the glasses he was even hotter: his eyes seemed bigger, soft and a little unfocused, kind of like how he looked when Joe'd just made him come hard.
Joe licked his lips. "So, Saturday is my day off. You wanna get together maybe?" he asked.
Len paused and squinted at him, "A date?"
"Nah, nothing that fancy. I mostly just want to get you naked."
Len looked ready to start stripping right there.
"Excellent plan. We can save a lot on dry-cleaning that way."
Joe laughed aloud, earning himself another gorgeous smile.
"I'd love to see you on Saturday," Len said, leaning in, then stopped just before their lips touched. "And tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"Sounds good," Joe said against his mouth, squeezing Len's ass through thick wool of his long coat. His own ass was gradually freezing off, but he didn't want to let go yet. God, if they were teenagers Joe would have been hard for him again already.
"This is my street," Len said after some time, resettling his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Until tomorrow, then. Good night, Joe."
"'Night," Joe mumbled, watching Len's angular stride until he disappeared around the corner of Rio Grande. Joe shook himself a bit and finally noticed they'd been standing right next to his building all that time.
He should have invited Len in for a cup of coffee. That is, if they had any coffee, or clean cups, or no teenagers snoring in his room. Besides, it was past 3 am.
And, anyway, they had a date.
Helpful visual aid: ruffles
Joe was wearing ruffles, and on him it looked manly, perfectly acceptable and sexy as hell. Leonard had been staring at them running from the collar to the bottom hem of the teal shirt, edging the sleeves, tickling Joe's wrists every time he moved his hands. The shirt was barely-buttoned, showing the small crucifix and not enough of Joe's pecs. It was torture. Leonard wanted to run his hands under it, and find out whether the barbell through Joe's left nipple was present and accounted for. But Joe had insisted on finishing the cleaning first and had firmly declined all offers of help.
Leonard watched him move around the empty bar, turning the chairs and mopping the floor, until he gathered the cleaning supplies and disappeared into the staff room in the back. Leonard shifted on the barstool, adjusting himself. He'd been hard for the last half an hour just watching Joe work.
He thought that coming over early and for once deciding against desecrating the bathroom would give them a chance to have a good talk. And they had had a pleasant conversation, not that Leonard could remember anything about it other than the way Joe's collar framed his Adam's apple and the way his jeans cupped his ass as he thrust the mop across the floor…
"Leeen!" came the call from the staff room. "C'mere, I've got something to show you."
The sight was truly amazing. Joe was sitting on a table, leaning back, his jeans pushed down past his knees, hand slowly stroking his hard cock. Leonard blinked, stunned for a brief second, and dove in for a kiss, nearly tripping on Joe's hobbled ankles. He stepped over the bunched-up jeans, and Joe's bare legs gripped his sides tightly under the unbuttoned suit jacket, pulling him closer.
Joe's hand was on him right away, slipping into the fly, squeezing hard through the silk boxers, and pulling his cock free. Leonard unbuttoned the ruffled shirt, smiling with anticipation, bucking his hips slightly into Joe's palm.
"Oh," he said, almost disappointed. "You're not wearing the barbell."
He attacked that nipple, sucking hard to convey his displeasure. Joe was wriggling entirely too much, so Leonard wrestled him back on the table and took his time, listening to gasps and giggles, ruthlessly using his teeth and tongue, slowly humping Joe's naked thigh.
"Len, Len, stop already, give it here," panted Joe. "C'mon."
Both Joe's hands, slippery with cream, slid all over his cock, root to tip, in maddening spiral motions, rubbing hard, too fast, and before Leonard realized what that might entail it was too late, he was coming, splattering semen over Joe's balls.
He caught his breath, watching Joe smile, shake his head and dab at the mess with wadded tissues. Leonard licked his dry lips, grabbed the cream, slicked his fingers and lowered Joe on his back again, pushing his legs higher to rest on his shoulders.
Fingers, warm, slippery and damp, touched his cheek just as he was about to grab Joe's cock with his lips.
"Hey, I have condoms. Different flavours. Cherry, cola…"
"No, I'll just - here…" he ducked lower, nipping at the shaft, lapping up traces of his sperm off Joe's soft scrotum. His fingers dipped into the warm place between Joe's ass cheeks, found the tight opening, tickled there. Joe moaned and flopped back on the table in surrender.
Leonard pushed a fingertip in, slowly swirled around, and Joe's ass clenched around him, holding tight; inner thigh muscles jumped against his cheek. His finger slipped deeper, exploring all that softness, warmth, sleek sensitive walls. He found the right place by touch and began stroking, steadily increasing the pressure.
"Fuck," gasped Joe, thumping his fist on the table. "Len. Oh, fuuuck."
"Is this good? Tell me how you like it," Leonard kissed the very root of Joe's cock, nuzzling away the pubic hair, and pressed his cheek into the palm that came up again to stroke his face.
"Uh," said Joe, "A-another one. Could do with another finger. And you can go a bit harder."
Leonard pulled out and pushed back in with two fingers, slowly stretching Joe wider, rubbed a thumb on his perineum and licked softly at his tightening balls. Joe's moans sounded almost like whimpers now, he kept squirming against the table, pulling on Leonard's hair, rocking himself further onto the fingers. His other hand flew to his cock, but Leonard pushed it down and covered the cockhead with his mouth, unable to resist. He silenced the half-hearted grunt of protest with a sharp stab of his fingers deeper in, and Joe bucked into his mouth, his legs shaking against Leonard's back.
"You're… Pull back this time, Christ - oh - like, right now. Now!"
Leonard complied, replaced his mouth with the hand and began to work it fast, his fingers slipping on saliva-wet skin. Joe's ass clamped around the fingers moving inside, tightening almost painfully, and he cried out, eyes shut, hands clutching at Leonard's moving wrist, cock incredibly hard for that split second before the orgasm.
Joe held him in place for some time, his jeans catching on the back of Leonard's jacket, hand still clamped around his wrist. Joe's semen was dripping down their fingers, soaking the ruffles on one sleeve; some was probably in Leonard's hair, by the feel of it.
"I hope it won't stain," said Leonard, surprising himself. "I really like this shirt."
"Thought you might," Joe lowered his legs and sat up, grabbed Leonard's head and dragged him closer for a hard, long kiss. "Right. Let's see if I can stand up yet…"
*
Len hovered as he locked up the bar, then fell into step beside him. They hadn't discussed it, or anything, at least, not in words, but Joe was okay with that. Len seemed like the kind of guy who would walk Joe home even if he lived an hour in the opposite direction, but after all of his little disappearing acts Joe honestly wasn't sure.
"You live up near campus?" he asked, to be safe.
"Hm? Oh, just up Rio Grande. Not far, really."
Joe nodded, reassured. He was very aware of Len's body next to him, the measured way he walked, as if restraining himself from going any faster. Joe found himself shortening his stride a little, enjoying the comfortable silence. It almost felt like they should be holding hands, which was weird in ways Joe didn't want to think about too closely. Besides, if he touched Len at all, they'd probably end up making out in an alley somewhere, and it was damn cold. He tucked his hands into his pockets.
"I really should apologize," Len said abruptly.
"For what?" Joe asked. "All the hot sex?"
Len blinked at him oddly, lips quirking:
"Well, my, ah, performance. I'm not usually so premature, it's just been a very long time, since I-"
"How long?" Joe asked, breaking two of his major Rules About Dating without even noticing.
"Um, two years. Give or take."
"Two years?" Joe said, aghast. He'd have guessed two months, maybe. "Good thing I found you when I did, then. It's gotta be bad karma to keep all that sexy to yourself."
He rolled his shoulders, still feeling the pleasant post-sex heaviness in every muscle. His body remembered it all so vividly: Len's lips wet on his skin, his fingers burning inside, moving in and out softly, precisely. And that fucking sexy mouth sliding over his cock…
"Seriously though. You're a hell of a good time," he said. "If that's what you call a bad performance..."
Len stopped under the streetlight, looking at Joe with a smile that made his cock twitch in his jeans. He reached out a hand, caught Joe's collar and gently tugged him closer. Joe fell gratefully into the kiss, cupping the cold curve of Len's ears in his pocket-warm palms.
By the time Len pulled back, his glasses were white with fog. He took them off and wiped them on his jacket. Without the glasses he was even hotter: his eyes seemed bigger, soft and a little unfocused, kind of like how he looked when Joe'd just made him come hard.
Joe licked his lips. "So, Saturday is my day off. You wanna get together maybe?" he asked.
Len paused and squinted at him, "A date?"
"Nah, nothing that fancy. I mostly just want to get you naked."
Len looked ready to start stripping right there.
"Excellent plan. We can save a lot on dry-cleaning that way."
Joe laughed aloud, earning himself another gorgeous smile.
"I'd love to see you on Saturday," Len said, leaning in, then stopped just before their lips touched. "And tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"Sounds good," Joe said against his mouth, squeezing Len's ass through thick wool of his long coat. His own ass was gradually freezing off, but he didn't want to let go yet. God, if they were teenagers Joe would have been hard for him again already.
"This is my street," Len said after some time, resettling his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Until tomorrow, then. Good night, Joe."
"'Night," Joe mumbled, watching Len's angular stride until he disappeared around the corner of Rio Grande. Joe shook himself a bit and finally noticed they'd been standing right next to his building all that time.
He should have invited Len in for a cup of coffee. That is, if they had any coffee, or clean cups, or no teenagers snoring in his room. Besides, it was past 3 am.
And, anyway, they had a date.
Helpful visual aid: ruffles
