Story Two: It Starts with a Massage

“Keep doing that, and I'll do anything that you want,” Devon groaned.

Ajay chuckled as his big hands gave Devon's legs a firm massage. He was enjoying it as much as Devon. Seated on his knees, on the wide bed, and Devon stretched out in the pillows on his back, Ajay was in a perfect position to admire his naked lover. The man looked blissful, his blue eyes half closed and his lips smiling.

Naked as well, Ajay was also enjoying having Devon's foot rubbing the hard erection in his lap. That erection was longer than Devon's small foot, and thick and red against Devon's pale skin. Ajay was finding the contrast very erotic.

Ajay's finger found muscles knotted under Devon's leg and the man groaned as he applied pressure there and rubbed. “All of this was from dancing?”

Devon looked down his body with an expression that dared Ajay to criticize, even as he winced at the pain of the massage. “One dance step, over and over and over, again,” he affirmed. ”I never thought that photographer would be satisfied with his shots. Did I mention that it was on a mock up of a rooftop, at an angle, in fake rain, while I flung my arms about with an umbrella?”

“Several times.”

“I don't even know what all of that had to do with esprit de corps. That was the name of the piece.”

Ajay tried to puzzle it out and then decided that he would never understand artists. It was better to keep his mind on more important things, like the light dusting of golden hair on Devon's legs, the way the muscles were sliding and bunching under pale skin, and the sculpture perfect way each leg was formed. Most importantly was the hardening erection that Devon was beginning to sport.

Ajay knew intimately how that erection felt sliding into him, how Devon, so much smaller in body, compared to himself, could be strong enough to thoroughly make love to him, could caress him with strong hands and hold him in tight embraces while he staked his claim on Ajay's body. There was nothing small or weak about Devon's sexual drive or his masculinity. In bed, they were equals.

Devon's foot smoothed up and down Ajay's rock hard erection briskly. “What's your mind on?” he wondered with a leer.

Ajay reached and circled Devon's hot erection in his big hand. “I think it's the same thing that's on your mind.”

“A meeting of the minds,” Devon teased and then looked wolfish as he sat up and grabbed Ajay by the shoulders with both hands. “I think a meeting of the bodies would be so much better, though.”

Devon was never shy about what he wanted. Those hands pulled Ajay downward. Ajay didn't need words, especially to do something that he already wanted to do. Devon's hands smoothed over his muscled back, as if praising him, as Ajay took the man's erection into his mouth and began sucking on him.

As Devon bent over him, his golden braid snaked down past Ajay's shoulder. The hairs tickled Ajay's cheek as he bobbed his mouth up and down and swirled his tongue at Devon's tip. The man tasted... Ajay tried to find the words and failed. It was need, sex, and masculinity all rolled into one; a feeling as much as a true scent. It touched deep down inside of Ajay, pheromones triggering his own need, his own want for another man. This man to be exact.

Ajay came up for air and found Devon's lips. He pushed back until Devon was sprawled in the pillows beneath him. He then pushed his tongue past Devon's lips and teeth and did a dance with Devon's tongue. That seemed to add fuel to the growing fire within him. The need kicked into over drive, wanting one thing. It was an impulse that was almost a physical drum beat. Get inside. Get deep inside. He needed to make Devon his, completely.

Ajay's big fingers fumbled at Devon's braid, letting the hair loose. He spread it out, fine hairs catching on his callouses. So handsome, he thought. Devon was a man that everyone lined up to paint, to photograph, and to try to make their own. But Devon was his. He could see it in Devon's eyes, feel it in the way that his hands grabbed at Ajay, pumped Ajay's erection, and urged him down, wanting the same thing that Ajay wanted. It wasn't just sex, those eyes told him. It was body, heart, and soul.

Devon prepared them both, urgently, hands almost hurting as he tried to work quickly. When he turned over and went to hands and knees, facing away from Ajay, Ajay felt a momentary uncertainty. The sensual smile Devon tossed him over his shoulder reassured him.