A Long, Hard Life

I'm just a bachelor
I'm looking for a partner
Someone who knows how to ride
Without even falling off
Gotta be compatible
Takes me to my limits
Girl when I break you off
I promise that you won't want to get off

If you're horny let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it

Sitting here flossing
Peepin' your steelo
Just once if I have the chance
The things I would do to you
You and your body
Every single portion
Send chills up and down your spine
Juices flowing down your thigh

– "Pony" by Ginuwine

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The elevator doors opened into the penthouse suite at the hotel and ahead of us squatted an unexpected figure. Zeke, the valet, from earlier, with spiky red hair and a devilish smile.

He looked to be in his early twenties, dressed to entice in a shimmering black muscle shirt at least two sizes too small. His nipples strained visibly against the fabric while slabs of pectoral muscle and broad shoulders stretched the shirt skin tight across his chest. His cobblestone abs bulged through the lower part leading the eye to distressed blue jeans tight enough to accentuate both a swoon-worthy package and an ass to die for. He covered his feet with cute red trainers with rainbow laces. Lastly, he wore fire opal studs in each earlobe with two additional rings in his left lobe. They added a bit of rakish charm to his fox-like features. Eyes the color of gas flame sparkled with mischief as he rose to his feet.

"Allo, allo, allo!" He greeted us with a cheerful Aussie accent. "It looks like I'm just in time for the party! You gents look good enough to eat!"

"Funny you should say that, Snack Cake." I pinched his nipples through his shirt and pulled him down for a tongue rolling kiss. He met my ardor with equal fire, adding sparks of his own with a sexy growl and playful nips with his teeth.

"Oh, I like you," he purred. "You get right to business!"

"I'm just getting started," I licked my lips and hooked a finger through his belt loop, tugging Zeke along like a beloved rag doll while I considered this new development.

It had been a long day with marching in the Melbourne gay pride festival, dinner at Moxie's, dancing at Sircuit, and lastly, taking on all comers at the bathhouse Wet. I considered taking in a late meal, curling up in bed with my Danish princes, and watching stupid movies until we fell asleep. I  forgot how Anton invited Zeke to join us after he got off work. I pondered what to do next.

I pulled Zeke to a stop in front of the window wall overlooking the city lights of Melbourne. He took in the sight with a look of childlike awe. Shadows and light played in the blue fire of his eyes to beautiful effect. His hair shimmered in lustrous spikes of reddish gold mixed with burnished copper and strands of fiery bronze. The fire opals in his ears cast rays of light as he moved.

Zeke grunted as I tugged on his jeans clasp. He looked down, momentarily confused when he met my gaze. He saw what I was up to and immediately beamed with pure, libidinous glee. He granted consent with an unequivocal nod, opening himself to my pleasure.

Zeke planted his feet widely apart and thrust his hips boldly forward. He threaded his fingers in my hair, watching as I tugged the top button on his jeans loose and worked the metal zipper down, exposing the prize beneath.

I peeled his pants and underwear down revealing a cock to rival my princes in proportions. Zeke's spear sprang free of its confines and left a wet kiss on my chin. I wrapped his thickness in both of my hands, savoring the excited beat of his heart within his hot, tumescent flesh. I marveled that I could not touch fingers around his circumference but the true treasure awaited below.

The size of Zeke's balls stunned me at first glance. I had never seen such a raw and vital display of masculine virility. His nuts hung shiny and full like tangerines bursting with juice.  Fine coppery hair covered them in a wispy thatch, growing thicker inside his crack. The hair grew in a neatly trimmed arrow pattern that pointed up his belly.

Zeke shucked his shirt revealing a solid, muscular frame with a light dusting of coppery hair forming a downward arrow between his pecs. It spread from there in a manner reminiscent of a peacock fan across the luscious swell of his chest muscles, swirling around  ample areolas, and leading my eye to thick nests of pheromone-rich hair in his armpits. Zeke's face, upper arms, and shoulders appeared baby smooth while his forearms continued the pattern of hair. His legs were another matter.

Light coppery hair covered Zeke's thighs, growing thicker as it traveled down his legs until his calves conjured images of a satyr or a faun. To my surprise, hair sprouted from his toes in true Tolkien fashion.

I stripped this hot forest god with wonderstruck lust. "You're fucking gorgeous, Zeke."

"Thanks!" He ducked modestly. He studied my face in turn and the more he looked, the more intrigued he became.

He seemed to make up his mind about what to say but then he spotted something that confused him. This happened several times before he smiled a warm, genuine smile. "You're a treasure chest, mate."

"A treasure chest? Why is that?" I asked, perplexed.

"You're everything a guy could want in a convenient little package."

I ducked away with a modest smile this time. I suspected he played that line before but it worked anyway. Zeke had thoroughly charmed me.

Nearby, Anton unzipped while talking to Room Service. I asked whether or not they were still serving dinner and called out, "I'm starving! I'd like a porterhouse steak, medium rare, with loads of sautéed mushrooms, a loaded baked potato, and grilled veggies. Hot tea too, whatever pairs best with bleeding cow."

Emil gave voice to the lift of Anton's eyebrow. "Chonay, that is very fattening!"

"Don't read too much into it. I burned a lot of calories today." I peered warningly. He read into it anyway with predictable results.

"YES!!!" He fistbumped a smiling Anton, blasted "Pony" over the sound system, forcing Anton to plug his ear and leave the room in order to finish our order. Emil broke into his best Magic Mike striptease to celebrate, much to our guest's catcalling approval.

"You gents are nutters!" Zeke laughed as clothing flew everywhere.

"Says the guy who flirted with us."

I placed a kiss on Zeke's fuzzy belly, enjoying the jump of muscle beneath his skin. I continued from there to kiss along the length of his hardness. He whipped his gaze from ogling Emil in time to watch me kiss the weeping eye of his glans.

His shaft jumped, thickening and stretching to greater length in his gasp of excitement. His cock spat a long string of his natural lubricant. I caught it with a serpentine flick and rolled it across my tongue with the grave attention of a connoisseur, finally smiling. "You taste like salted caramel with a zing of ozone. Bottle this, you'll die a rich man."

"Oh, but it's only available during special events, hot and fresh from the tap." He grinned.

"More for me!" I sucked the crown of his cock between moistened lips and pulled him in deep with long twirls of my tongue. I coaxed Zeke into feeding me more of his unique flavor with teasing flicks, sweeps under his foreskin, and kittenish, nursing suction. He rewarded me with a string of salty curses and lust-fogged pleas never, ever to stop.

"Why would I do that? You taste too good. I'm never giving this up." I teased. I drove him whimpering to the edge of climax once, twice, and now three times. He pulled my hair, pushed his hips, anything to bury his cock in my hot oral paradise once again but I proved strong enough to thwart him.

"Oh, fuck, please?" He whined.

"Please…what?" I tormented him.

His pained expression, the hazy, desperate need in his eyes, the flush of arousal breaking across his skin with a sheen of sweat, the sheer sight of Zeke having utterly lost control of his senses, surrendering to his deepest, most primal impulse nearly shattered me. I now understood the power Anton held over me. This was how I acted when we made love.

I did this to Zeke. I drove him to the brink of madness. I felt utterly in command of another human being, the thrill intoxicated me. The trust he placed in my hands humbled me. I wanted him to enjoy this sweet moment in my care because no one guaranteed tomorrow.

"Please, let me cum?" He begged with a shuddering breath.

I pumped his cock with aching slowness, suspending him at the teetering brink of orgasm. "But Zeke," I said, "What if I want you to fuck me?"

Instantly, the helpless victim tensed like a wolf smelling blood. "Let me fuck you!" He demanded.

"I don't take orders, Zeke." I frowned, giving him a hard tug. He gasped. I almost went too far. It hit the mark. The wolf bared its belly to me, whining.

"Please, please let me fuck you? I need to cum!"

"I'm not letting you put this thing in me if you're going to pop off first thing. If you fuck me, you're going to last all night. There won't be a next time if you screw up." I licked his cock slit and he nearly pissed a strand of clean, electrically charged lube down my hungry throat.

He gave me a shaky nod and stepped back into Emil's waiting embrace. Meanwhile, Anton stripped me before Zeke. The hot ginger snack cake devoured me with his eyes.

"You look good in control," Anton whispered, licking my ear, eliciting a thrilling tingle inside me. I curled into him until I hissed quietly against his ear.

"I have no idea what came over me!" My flush of embarrassment traveled deep into my chest.

"He's a natural sub. He woke your Dom side. He needs training, so do you."

I knew what Anton meant by "training" and  I broke into a trembling sweat, shockingly close to climax from words alone.

I lost track of time while tormenting my hot ginger snack cake. The aromas of perfectly seared steak dragged a demanding growl from my stomach. We paused to eat in the nude.

We fell into an easy conversation. Zeke told us about his life following the surf circuit. He worked odd jobs until he saved enough money to get to the next tournament. He then surfed and fucked until he needed money for the next leg in his journey.

"I cleaned up for this job." He rubbed his smooth chin. "They used to call me 'Pan' on the beach."

"'Pan' suits you," I smiled. "You're a hot, sexy forest god."

"Go figure," he laughed. "I suck at nature."

"Where are you off to next?" Anton asked and Zeke took a while to answer.

"I dunno," he shrugged. "I've been away from the circuit for a couple of years. It isn't what it used to be, you know? This job is the nicest I've had so far. I kind of got used to cleaning up, right? I think I want something sharp and respectable. It'll come to me. Anyway, thanks for footing the bill for this spread. You gents are alright."

"It's nothing," Anton waved off the expense.

"He means that. Our mother is paying for everything. Call it her wedding gift to us." Emil snickered.

"So, are you blokes together?" Zeke gestured between me and the brothers. I tensed, thinking how easily our words could end up in a tabloid spread. Anton took the initiative to explain.

"Chonay and I are together."

Cheeky Emil added, "I'm with Chonay too."

"We're brothers," they blurted out together.

"We share everything," Anton cleared his throat at Emil, who propped on his chin smugly.

"That's wild! You do you, right? You sure as fuck look happier than a lot of married people I know."

"I could be happier," I spooned my dessert idly. Anton and Emil looked stricken until I finished. I continued stirring my creamy cobbler as I peered at Zeke.

"I want to put this on your hairy little asshole and eat it all up."

"You're serious?" He grinned.

"As a heart attack." I fixed him with a sexy leer. He lept into immediate action.

"Fuck all, but let's do it!"

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Author Note: I write in a fantasy world where sexually transmitted diseases do not exist but in the real world, PrEP before you play and glove it before you love it. Carry on gentlemen!