Love and Sex

He grunted, as he shot his load deep in the boy's ass. He held still, feeling his dick throb up and down, pumping the boy full of his seed. He even held his breath a little, feeling the sweat dripping off his face, and chin. He let his breath out, slowly lowering himself over the boy's shaking, sweaty body. "Fuck, that was good. Fuck, I love you." 

Gabe almost completely covered Weston. He was 6'5" 260 pounds, and in the best shape of his life. He was about to turn 30, and never felt better. He pulled his leg up, and over the petite frame, and ran his fingers down the boy's chest. Weston was more on the thin side, just the way he liked. He had a full head of dark brown curly hair. Weston sighed deeply pressing back against Gabe's strong chest. He moaned, and pulled him as close as possible. "I love being inside you." He stayed hard for awhile, enjoying the warmth of Weston's tight little ass. He flexed his dick up and down, feeling the boy's sphincter tighten around him. "Fuck, I love when you do that." "Me too." Weston pulled his arms up, cupping his hands around Gabe's thick forearms. He could smell their sex in the air, and enjoyed it. Gabe was practically living with him, and he loved his musky scent being left in the sheets, bathroom, and living room. 

Gabe played rugby for a private, local team, and worked out regularly. He had an apartment downtown, but always ended up on the east side, at Weston's. They weren't together, but they were. Gabe liked it this way. He was out to his team, and friends, but would never bring a boy home to meet his parents. They were a business family, from the midwest, and it would be frowned upon. He always felt better when he was at Weston's. It was a small apartment, but cozy. 

Weston worked for an art gallery downtown, and was on commission. He'd been doing pretty well, but kept his expenses low, 'just in case'. He'd met Gabe out one night, and instantly fell in love. Gabe had everyone's attention, at all times. He'd run interference one night for Weston, and probably saved his life. Some homeless men had been pushing the boy around, and had already confiscated his phone, and jacket. He got the items back, and landed a few punches to a couple of the men, knocking a few teeth out, and almost breaking another's arm. He carried Weston home that night, and cleaned him up, putting him to bed, and stayed the night. Never met him before, never knew his name, until the next morning. It was the best thing he'd ever done. He'd actually fallen in love, but he'd never tell anyone.

Weston arched his back, stretching out his arms, and smiling. He felt Gabe tighten his grip around him, and gave in to his strength. They stayed in bed for the longest time. The sunlight had faded into dark, and the street lights were shining in circles through the windows. Weston felt the looseness of Gabe's grip, and sat up, feeling Gabe's softened dick pulling out of his ass. He felt the wetness, and slid to the edge of the bed, turning on the lamp on the side table. He turned back, admiring Gabe's dick, and pulling the sheets up over his naked body. 

He stepped into the hot steam of the shower, feeling the hot water pulse over his body. He stood in the middle, directly under the overhead spout, raining down on him. He felt a cool breeze, and then Gabe was standing over him, arms around his chest, running a hand down his back. "You wanna wash my stink off you?" "I just wanted to get a head start on getting ready for your party." "Aw babe, you should've woken me up." "I literally just stepped in. No worries." He turned around, reaching around Gabe's waist. They washed each other off, and stepped out, toweling each other off.

Weston wrapped a towel around Gabe's waist, pulling it back and forth, working his way down. He let go of one end, and toweled off in between his muscled thighs, and up under his balls, and shaft. Gabe started getting hard, and by the time Weston dried off his legs, and worked his way back up, all seven inches of Gabe's dick was looking right at him. "I think he wants a kiss." "I think he needs to go down. Do you even have any cum left? You soaked the sheets." "Babe, for you, I've got as many loads as you can take." Weston squirmed a little, and smiled. He had to admit, it was sexy the way Gabe liked to fuck constantly. One night he fucked him three times, and he couldn't even take it anymore. 

They went back to the bedroom, and started getting ready. Gabe stood naked by the closet, still hard. He was looking at what he had at Weston's, but most of it was casual, or workout stuff. He found one of Weston's v neck sweaters, and pulled it on, stretching it to the max. "How would this look?" He turned around, and Weston laughed. "You'll definitely get more attention. Also, you're still hard, and as tempting as that is, you should take care of it, before we leave." "Or you could take care of it?" Gabe furrowed his brows, and shrugged, looking sheepish. "I just took a shower, and I don't want a sticky mess in my pants, while I'm trying to dance."

Gabe stepped closer, as he grabbed his shaft. "I just need some assistance, smart ass." He grabbed Weston's hand, putting it on his warm shaft. "Please?" Weston rolled his eyes, playfully, and started to stroke his dick. Gabe put his hands behind his ass, and looked down, watching Weston's hands work over his dick. He had a thick bush, and treasure trail, and had hairy legs, which continued back behind his ass. He flexed his dick, watching the excitement grow on Weston's face. 

He was feeling closer and closer to cumming, as he glanced around looking for their towels. Weston followed Gabe's eyes, and saw the towels on the floor, but as he let go to reach over, he heard a quick gasp from Gabe, and felt the pulsing cum shooting against his stomach. "Fuck babe..." He looked up, seeing Gabe's eyes roll back in his head. He looked down, seeing a couple more spurts of cum, and then some drizzle, dropping to the floor. His stomach was covered, and his underwear were soaked with Gabe's cum. A familiar pungent odor rose to his nostrils. "Shit, I'm so sorry babe." "It's....It's ok." Weston didn't move. He felt sticky, and immediately pushed his underwear down, letting it drop to the messy floor.

Gabe cupped one hand around the head of his, still pulsing dick, and moved quickly, to grab the towels. He came back, and started mopping up Weston's crotch. He dropped the other towel to the floor, and worked his foot in a circular motion, soaking up what he could. Weston went back to the bathroom, and washed himself off at the sink. Gabe hurriedly got dressed, and came in, standing at the toilet to pee. His clear stream forcibly hit the water, and he felt a soothing rush through his urethra. "Fuck, I love a good piss after I cum." "You're a pig," Weston smiled and walked back to his room. He pulled on fresh underwear, and some dark jeans, and a sweater. He slipped on some loafers, and grabbed a jacket, while Gabe dug around for some socks. 

Weston was three sizes smaller, but their clothes often got mixed in the laundry. He didn't mind doing Gabe's laundry, but he didn't always have time to organize and separate them. He helped Gabe find socks, and they shut the lights off, on their way out. 

They got to the club, and went in through the back. Their friend Cameron owned the place, and waved for them to come up to the VIP area. The security guy opened the rope, and they walked up the short stairwell to the loungers. "Happy birthday bud!" Cam gave Gabe a hug. He smiled at Weston, turning to him, and giving him a short hug, and back pat. They sat, and Gabe and Cam talked about work, and the team stats for the next season. Weston was getting into the music, and watched for their friends. Liam arrived a couple minutes later, wearing a dotted shirt, and skinny tie, tucked into some ripped up skinny jeans. He joined the guys, and filled Weston in on what was going on.

"Just play it cool, but we're officially not together anymore." "That sucks! I'm sorry." Weston gave him a hug. "It's fine. I just need to meet more people, and stay busy. I'll be fine." They were talking, when Weston stopped, and stared toward the entrance. Liam turned to see what he was staring at. Jasper was walking in, with a tall, skinny blonde guy, in a sheer fitted shirt, and tuxedo pants, with some embellished loafers, and a fringed sash at his waist. He was beautiful, and glamorous. 

"I didn't know he was into fem guys." Weston tried not to contribute, but it just came out. "I didn't either," Liam loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top button. "What the fuck?" Weston shrugged. 

Liam didn't know Jasper would move on that quickly. Or maybe they were just friends? Jasper saw the guys, and waved. Gabe waved back, and nudged Weston excitedly. "Oh boy," Weston turned back to Liam, who was on his phone, pretending to not pay attention. "So, we're dancing then?" "I think I'll just stay for a little bit, and go." Liam looked mortified. "No..You're staying, and we're dancing." Jasper stood before them. "Hey guys, what's up?" Weston looked up and smiled, forcibly. "I don't know Jasper, what's up?" Jasper glanced over at Liam, who was still on his phone. "Yeah...Ok." He smiled, as Gabe stood up, and gave him a hug. "Thanks for coming out man!" "Yeah, no problem boss!" 

Jasper sat on the opposite side of Gabe, as he and Cameron continued their conversation. Cam excused himself after awhile, and said he had to greet some new guests he was trying to get to sponsor his club. He walked down the steps, and Jasper moved in closer to Gabe. They spoke in low tones, while Liam stayed on his phone, and Weston watched for more of their friends. Sam and Tony arrived together, holding hands, and joined the rest of the crew. They worked at the salon Gabe went to, to get his haircut regularly. Sam always gave him the best cuts, and he'd invited him and his boyfriend to join them.

"What are you doing here?!" Sam tapped Jasper's shoulder, as he looked up, shocked. "How do you two know each other?" Gabe asked. "He was just fucking my friend Theo this afternoon." Sam giggled, and threw his head back dramatically. He was very feminine, but had beautiful features. Liam's look changed from surprise to insulted, as he lowered his head, sending Weston a quick message: 'We literally broke up a couple hours ago.' Weston texted back: 'Wait, so he fucked someone while you were still together?' 'son of a bitch. I'm sorry, but I'm leaving.' Liam got up, and excused himself. "Wait," Jasper stood up and followed him down the stairs.  

Sam shrugged, and leaned down to hug Gabe. "Happy birthday sexy." Gabe smiled, and kissed Sam on the cheek. "How are you guys?" Tony smiled, and shook Gabe's hand. "Good, good. Sam and I got you a little something." He handed a small box to Gabe, who hurriedly opened it. He pulled out a vintage lapel pin, with a bird on it. "Fucking awesome!" he pinned his sweater, and hugged Tony and Sam. "Hey babe, you remember Sam?" He turned to reached for Weston's hand, who stood to greet them. "Yes, hi again!" The music was getting louder, and the guys all sat in the loungers, talking across the small sitting area. "Sorry about the drama!" Sam yelled, rolling his eyes. "It's fine, they've got their own thing going on," Gabe yelled back. Weston got up to go to the bathroom, and Gabe excused himself, and followed him down. 

The bathroom was a lot quieter, and they stood next to each other at the urinals. "What the fuck is going on with those two?" "Jasper broke up with Liam this afternoon, after fucking that boy barbie that he was with." "Yeah, what's up with that? That's not even his type." "I don't even know, but I'm staying out of it." They buttoned up and went to the sink, as one of the stalls opened, and Theo stepped out, smiling brightly at them.

"So I heard it's your birthday?" He looked up, winking at Gabe. "Yeah, dirty thirty." "Well happy birthday," he nudged Gabe. Weston turned away, toweling his hands off, and glancing at Gabe, as he walked out. Gabe followed closely behind, as he glanced back, seeing Theo adjusting his sash. 

"Babe," he followed closely behind Weston. "Do you think that guy is a prostitute?" "I have no idea, but he needs to back off." "Babe, he's not even my type." Weston turned and relaxed his face, feeling his cheeks flush. "I know, I just..." "You just nothing. It's fine. We can go if you want?" "No, it's your birthday, I'm a big boy. I'll be fine." Gabe smiled, "that's right. Let's go dance." 

The dance floor was packed, and they worked they're way to their favorite corner. Gabe was grinding hard against Weston's ass, and he could feel his dick hardening behind him. He turned back around, and stepped back, just enough. "Easy there, big boy." Gabe shrugged and smiled. "You make me excited." "Well, that's fine, but I don't want these little boys getting their minds full of ideas." Gabe giggled, and twirled Weston around, pulling him back against him.

They made their way back up to VIP, and saw that Liam had re joined them. Sam was straddled over Tony's lap, and they were making out, with Tony's hands down the back of Sam's pants. "I didn't think there was any room in there for more." Liam nudged Weston. "That's why God invented stretch denim." 

The night was coming to an end, and the boys all said goodbye to each other. Gabe pulled up, and Weston opened the door to get in. "Are you going to be alright?" He hugged Liam. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm glad he showed his true colors before it was a big investment of my time." "True." They hugged again, and Weston got in the car. 

Liam waved as they took off, and felt his phone vibrating. "Hello?" "Hey Liam, I'm sorry I hurt you." "You're not but it's ok. I'm still out, so I'll talk to you later." He ended the call, and turned to go back in, seeing Theo standing off to the side. "Hey boy, hey." Theo was smoking a cigarette, and as disgusting of a habit as it was, Liam couldn't help but notice how glamorous he was. "You're kind of a lot, aren't you?" "I'm enough is what I am." Theo stepped forward, unbuttoning another button of his shirt. "You wanna fuck?" "I'm...not really into all this," Liam waved his hand in a circular motion in front of Theo. Theo smiled, and shrugged. "It's fine. Little boys are trainable. I can work with this." He returned the gesture.

Liam walked past him, and into the club. He danced for a few songs, and then stepped down, finding a seat at one of the tables. "You're quite attractive," he turned to see an older Latino gentleman sitting near him. "Thank you." "Lorenzo," the man reached his hand out toward him. "Liam." "Are you here, solo, Liam?" "I am." "I enjoy the company of younger men." "I'm not a prostitute." Lorenzo laughed, "I'm not offering to pay for your time." "Oh, well, what did you have in mind?" "You can join me for an after club cuddle, and see where the evening takes us?" 

Lorenzo was quite handsome, and he was just in the mood to spend time with a stranger. He nodded, and stood up, Lorenzo following after. "I have a car here," Lorenzo handed his ticket to the valet. "Oh, I brought these," Liam pointed to his boots. Lorenzo let out a little laugh, and nodded. "What size do you wear?" "44" "Excellent." 

A G63 SUV pulled up, and the valet got out. Lorenzo opened the passenger door, and motioned for Liam to get in. Liam kept his cool, and got in. Lorenzo walked around, and got in the driver's side. "Do you like the Ritz?" "I've been there a few times. But like I said..." "I know you're not a prostitute." Liam smiled, and nodded, as they headed further downtown.