Crossroads Revisited (7 page)

“I know you’re sore, and that’s the
point. I want you to feel every thing tenfold so you’ll remember to study every
night.”

“I will, I promise.”

“Your promises don’t mean shit anymore.”

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

“I don’t think I will.”

Shit
, he mouthed
silently.

“You just said you can’t take much more,
so I’m getting mixed messages. Do you want me to or not?”

“Yes,” he whispered. And then louder,
“Yes.”

He felt Frank’s cock at his entrance and
sighed with relief. How could he possibly want that big boy inside him after
all he’d been through today? And yet, he did, more than anything.

“Say it.  Tell me you want my cock
inside you.”

“I do.”

He pushed it in an inch. “You do what?”

“Want your cock inside me, want you to
fuck me.”

“Tell me you acted worse than an
immature idiot.”

“Oh, Christ, when?”

“Tonight, when you barged into my
bedroom and assumed I fucked another man.”

On the brink of some endless chasm, the
words registered slowly. “What? You didn’t fuck him?”

“No, pretty boy, I only fuck you.”

Gooseflesh rose on every inch of his
skin. A network of nerve endings from the waist down launched into full alert.
He tried to stifle the groans bubbling up from his gut. He felt Frank push in
to the hilt and bawled louder than a calf. “Oh, my God.”

“Did you ever think anything could feel
so good? Your ass is quivering uncontrollably.” Frank reached underneath his
hips and found his cock. Rand couldn’t believe the fire ripping through him so
soon. Hot and hard, he panted through a series of ragged breaths. Frank slid
his hand up and down his erection, squeezing and milking it while slamming into
his ass.

“I want to feel you come. Come on,
pretty boy, show me how much you love having your ass fucked.”

Rand felt his hips thrust frenetically.
Mindless with pain and pleasure, he left his body and visited some spiritual
plane. So close…he was almost there. He cried and begged as the heat shot
through him like a maelstrom. Then he begged some more. “Don’t stop, God,
please don’t stop.”

The world spun and the ligaments in his
body tightened. He felt his groin and abdomen convulse as if a demon from hell
took hold of his insides with a big hand and stroked some unnamed internal
organ. Hoarse, rough cries tore from his throat. Caught up in a tidal wave of
heat, Frank’s name escaped, and he hated himself for saying it. Over and over
it spewed forth and he had no way of stopping it.

He swore, he cried, and bucked like a
wild pony. An image of himself spread out with Frank’s cock in his ass while
the man stroked him rose, sending ripple after ripple of decadent chills down
his spine. He bore down and pushed forward with his hips at the same time,
writhing and straining like a person in the throes of a fit. He catapulted into
climax. Fire ripped through his penis as though someone jammed a hot poker down
his slit.

Finally, his cock stopped spurting and
he fell into the mattress, his body covered in a thick mist of perspiration.
Gasping for air like a fish out of water, dizziness and a lightheaded aura
circled around him. Pure, unadulterated bliss rushed over him in giant waves.
He’d never felt anything so mind-blowing euphoric. 

Vaguely aware of Frank pulling out of
his ass, and less aware of Frank untying the ropes at his ankles and wrists, he
shrunk into the mattress. Frank pulled the pillows out and Rand curled into a
fetal position and passed out from exhaustion.

“Four times,” Frank whispered.

Chapter Six

Rand awoke with a shiver. The sheet had
slipped to the end of the bed and the curtains on the window flapped in the
wind. Reaching for the covers, his hand made contact with a warm
body―Frank’s. He snuggled into the warmth.

“You were snoring,” Frank said.

“No shit. I wonder why.”

“You want to talk about my visitor now?”

“I thought you asked him over because
you don’t want me to get too attached to you. You’re afraid of that, aren’t
you, Frank?”

“Stop. You’re getting in over your
head.”

“Okay, Chicken Little.”

Frank drew a deep breath. “Don’t let it
go to your head, but I’m not interested in fucking anyone else.”

“You mean that?”

“I said don’t let it go to your head.
Now, climb up on my stomach, face toward my cock.”

Eager to please him after that
admission, he obeyed immediately.

“Feel how hard I am for you now, pretty
boy?”

The moon slipped out from behind a cloud,
exposing Frank’s thick, long cock. He could almost see the elongated thick,
blue veins running the length of it. The huge, mushroom-shaped tip loomed dark
purple. 

“Suck it. Show me how much you want me,
and spread your legs.”

Rand dropped to his stomach and spread
his legs out at Frank’s sides. He took only the head into his mouth and sucked,
drawing it through his teeth slowly. Rand’s confidence soared when Frank’s hips
arched upward.

“Swallow it, the whole thing, and suck
me harder. When I tell you to stop, you stop, right away.”

Rand sucked greedily, taking the whole
length in until it hit the back of his throat. He moaned when Frank took a hold
of his balls and pulled his sacs downward and pinched the loose skin. Christ,
the man knew every trick in the book, knew how to wring him inside out and back
again with all his wicked skills. Rand had a hard time concentrating on the
slick, warm penis in his mouth while Frank stretched and tugged on his balls.
The man’s cock expanded and hammered in sync with Rand’s heart. Frank’s body
tensed and a low growl came from his throat.

Rand stopped briefly. “Like that, Frank?
Am I sucking hard enough, too much, what?”

“You’re a hungry little bastard, aren’t
you?”

“Rand scraped his teeth over the tip,
about to swallow him again when Frank said, “Stop, right now and get on your
stomach.”

Rand’s heart skipped a beat.

“Bring your knees up underneath you and
leave your hands out at your sides.” Frank reached over and turned the dim lamp
on beside the bed, dragging it down toward his ass. Chills ran down Rand’s
spine. “Bring those knees in tight and raise your ass up high in the air. Good
boy, now tuck your chin down and spread your cheeks.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Grab your cheeks with
your hands and open yourself up, all the way.”

A tremor coursed through him. Christ,
Frank wanted to watch his cock go in. Rand moved his hands to his butt and spread
his cheeks.

“Wider, pull them apart all the way.
That’s better. Now you hold them, no matter what. Don’t let go of your ass.”

A finger went in and Rand sucked in a
breath. Deadly quiet behind him, Frank worked his finger in and out, rotating
it around until Rand thought he’d die from the sensations.

“I’m putting three in you now. Hold
still.”

“Oh, God,” he said, when he twisted
three fingers in and drove them home.”

Beneath him, his own cock swelled and
throbbed. Oh, God, was he going to come again? He didn’t think he had anything
left to spurt.

“Feel good with three fingers up your
ass?” Frank said.

Panting hard, Rand nodded.

“Oh, no. You’re not getting off that
easy. Say it, tell me how it feels?”

“So fucking good, I can’t stand it. I’m
so hard again, it’s unbelievable,” Rand said, stunned over the way his cock
begged for release again.

“Don’t come until I tell you. I want you
to come with my cock inside you.”

“Stop fingering me or I’m gonna spurt.”

“Your sphincter is rebelling. Relax. I
want total submission.”

“Please, Frank, fuck me. I can’t wait
much longer. My penis is leaking all over the place and I’m trying to hold it
back, but it wants to spit.”

“Hold those cheeks open, I want to see
my cock going in.”

Frank took his fingers out and Rand felt
the tip of his cock at his anal opening. He drew a deep breath and waited for
the plunge. He felt the pressure and then the thick head pushed its way in,
stretching him wider than he’d ever been. Pain shot through his groin
accompanied by an echo of pleasure. 

“Yes, yes, oh God, yes,” he said, nearly
mindless.

Frank pulled the tip out and pushed it
in again over and over, without sinking past the head. Rand imagined his deep
blue eyes glazed over as he tormented him and watched his own cock slip in and
out of his ass.

“You want it, pretty boy? “

He nodded and rubbed his sweaty forehead
on the sheets. “Oh, my God, please don’t tease me. Shove it all the way in.”

Frank took hold of his hips and drove in
deep. Rand cried out and clutched the bed sheets, the pleasure blinding him.

Frank rode him harder than a wild
stallion, so hard, Rand’s body moved forward on the bed and his head met the
head rail. He’d pull out almost completely and slam into him. Rand rocked back
against him until their balls met. He wanted more. Deeper. Harder. Before long,
he begged, cried out, and strained beneath him like a wild animal caught in a
trap. Frank reached around and took his cock in his hand and milked it hard in
perfect rhythm with the thrusts of his hips. Low groans came from Frank’s
throat, something Rand hadn’t heard before.

“You have the most exquisite ass. So
tight, so warm. No one pleases me like you do, Rand.”

Had he called him by name instead of
pretty boy? During sex? Rand exploded, his semen shooting into the bed. He lost
pace with his breathing as the warm cum spurted from him in an endless stream
of thick cream. He felt Frank’s release in his ass, hot and thick. Long minutes
later, Frank pulled out, and rolled to the side.

Rand pulled the blankets around his chin
and scooted to the opposite side. “Stay over there for the rest of the night.
I’m dying here.”

“I won’t touch you,” Frank rasped, “but
we need to talk.”

“About what?”

“A family friend died last night.”

He sat up in bed. “Who?”

“Thomas Kincaid.”

He lost pace with his breathing again.
“Tom? How?”

“Found him in the river this morning.”

Rand hesitated, allowing images of Tom
to flit through his mind. A gentle, timid child, on more than one occasion Rand
had come to his defense. A kid others loved to pick on for no specific reason,
just because Tom never stood up for himself.  “Who told you?”

“The FBI agent who left his bloody shirt
in my sink and made a hasty retreat after you challenged his sexual gender. And
your mother.”

“Oh, God, poor Martha.”

“Yeah, she’s not doing well. Funeral is
Thursday, but the woman insists on attending the parents’ meeting tomorrow
night.”

“Are you going?”

“Yep, and so are you.” Frank rose from
bed and returned moments later with one glass of water, the Jack Daniels, and a
shot glass. He handed the water to him and filled the shot glass. Downing it
one gulp, he poured another. “Did you personally know the men who died?”

“What do you mean by
personally
?”

Frank sloshed down the second shot. “I
don’t mean in that way, although they were gay, weren’t they?”

“I knew Thomas well, the second one,
Jamie, as an acquaintance, and the others only in passing at college.” He
paused again to think about the one commonality—all gay. “Yes, the word on the
street, they were gay.”

“Hmm, seems more than coincidental,
huh?”

“You think it’s a gang of gay-haters?”

“I don’t think it’s a gang.”

A knot twisted in his stomach, reminding
him of a coiled pit viper about to unfurl. “Why not?”

“No visible signs of trauma. If it was a
hate crime, where are the bruises, cuts, blood?”

“You know exactly how they died, don’t
you? Apollo from the FBI told you.”

A laugh spewed from Frank’s throat as he
filled the shot glass again. “Hayworth is a handsome man.”

“You gonna drink the whole fucking
bottle?”

Rand caught himself studying Frank out
of the corner of his eyes. Ribbons of moonlight danced through the bedroom,
illuminating his broad shoulders, ripped biceps and hard stomach. Common words
didn’t begin to describe Frank’s beauty—the magnificent, rugged features and
fathomless blue eyes, not to mention the body parts below the sheet.

“I might after the day I had.” Frank
opened the drawer on the nightstand and tucked the Glock under his pillow. “I’m
going to ask you a question. If ever I needed the truth, it’s now. I’m not mad,
I just need it straight up.”