Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a snippet from Brit Boys: With Toys boxed set which is on SPECIAL OFFER this week at just 99c/99p! That's a lot of sexy for your pennies...
My story, one of 8, is called Mile High Kink Club, this excerpt is taken from the beginning, just after Rhodri and Darius meet on a first date...
“Come on,” Rhodri said. “We’re going.”
“Where?” Darius paused. “I mean, where are we going, Sir?”
Rhodri smiled. “You’ll see.”
Darius pulled on a leather jacket, then Rhodri reached for him. He had no qualms about walking through the restaurant hand in hand. He was proud of his sexuality. He didn’t keep it hidden at home so why should he here? Besides, he was big enough to shut most people up with a stare should they decide to take offence.
Luckily Darius didn’t seem to mind holding hands either and pressed up close behind him as they weaved around the tables.
The feel of Darius’ small palm and delicate fingers turned Rhodri on all the more. Fuck. He was like a perfect china doll, all smooth skin, long limbs and eager cock.
He opened the door and stepped out into the cold night, his breath plumed around him. It was becoming difficult to stand up straight his dick was so hard. He glanced about. There were a few restaurants and a bar on the square but he knew straight ahead, in the direction he’d come from, there was just the place. “This way.”
“I have a house—”
Darius giggled as he jogged slightly to keep up with Rhodri’s large strides.
“That desperate, huh?”
“Yeah, and it’s not a laughing matter.”
“You should be. It’s all your fault.”
“How come?” He pouted.
Rhodri held in a groan. God, his sexy mouth all offended and pouty, it was nearly his undoing. “It’s your fault for being so damn gorgeous.”
“You think I’m gorgeous?”
“Yeah, now this way.” He steered them down a darker street lined with parked cars.
“Some people have called me weedy in the past,” Darius said. There was a slight shake in his voice, a vulnerability too.
“Some people don’t recognise beauty when they see it.”
Darius stopped suddenly, their hands still locked together. Rhodri drew to a halt and turned to him.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
Rhodri smiled. “Yeah, you got a problem with that?”
Darius shook his head.
Rhodri could resist no longer. He cupped Darius’ cheeks in his hands, slanted his head and kissed him.
Darius moaned softly and clung to his forearms.
The kiss deepened. Darius tasted of wine and a delicate fresh, open sea flavour that Rhodri could imagine getting addicted to. His tongue was soft and slick as it swept over his. Rhodri thought of it on his cock, hugging his shaft, tugging gently and taking him deep and deeper still.
“Oh sweet Jesus, give me strength,” Rhodri said, breaking the kiss.
“I think you have strength.” Through Rhodri’s blazer Darius squeezed his biceps.
Smiling, Rhodri ran his hands down Darius’ arms then up to his shoulders again. He adored the sense of fragility Darius’ body projected. It was something to be adored, treasured, worshipped and pleased.
Rhodri slid his palms over Darius’ chest then down to his belly. He was super slim and his abdomen tight with muscle. He slipped lower and cupped his palm over his cock.
“Mmm...” Darius said. “Yes, touch me.”
“Do you touch yourself?”
“Yes, of course.”
“What would you do if I ordered you not to?”
His eyes widened slightly, then, “I’d obey.”
“Good.” He stroked to the tip of his shaft, feeling his cockhead through his trousers. “But we can’t do anything here. Come on, this way.”
“Not far now.”
They stared walking again, then, after a few minutes, Rhodri saw what he was searching for. It was a small alley doused in darkness and appeared to lead to a couple of garages. There was a wheelie bin at the end and a bike with a missing wheel.
“Down here.” He pulled Darius along with him.
“This will have to do.” He stopped and rested his back on a brick wall. He’d no doubt get grit and dust on his blazer, but he didn’t care.
“It’s dark,” Darius said, stopping in front of him.
Rhodri ran his hand over Darius’ hair and stroked his cheek. He could only just make him out in the dim light. “That’s the idea. I don’t want us to be seen.”
“And why is that, Sir?” Darius’ voice had softened, as though he’d cottoned on to what was about to happen.
“Why do you think?”
“I need you to tell me, Sir. I need you to tell me why we’re here and what you want me to do.”
Oh, his pretty little sub voice went straight to Rhodri’s balls. “We’re here because it was obvious in that fancy restaurant that we had to find relief, fast. And this, my sweet sub, is the best your new Master can come up with right now.”
“If you’re happy I’m happy.”
Rhodri smiled. “I need one more thing, though.” He let his hands fall to his sides. This was the moment of truth. Would Darius be as good as he suspected? Could he walk the walk as well as talk the talk?
“What do you need?”
“I need you to get down on your knees, take out my cock and suck it. Suck it until I come down your throat, suck it until I tell you to stop.” Rhodri’s heart beat faster with each uttered word. His dick was damn painful now it was so hard.
“Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.”
Rhodri clenched his fists as Darius dropped to his knees. He hoped there wouldn’t be anything horrid on the floor, but it was only a fleeting thought because then he was aware of Darius’ hands on his belt buckle, freeing it and letting it hang open.
“That’s it,” he said, smoothing over his hair. God, he was doing it. This was perfect. So far so good. “Now take me out.”