I have an idea for a story, but I’ve never written gay erotica before. But I know what I like and after reading a ton of it, here’s something I haven’t quite seen before. I would love comments and feedback. Thanks in advance for the read.
Josh DeLuca is 25, thick, wavy, dark hair and bright blue eyes. Striking eyes that catch everyone’s attention because of the contrast with that gorgeous dark hair. Josh attempts to tame his wild wavy Italian-Greek mane with hair product and manages a pretty decent job of it. He’s a writer. Short stories, plans for a novel. Josh isn’t a feminine, but he’s what one would describe as boyish. Not soft, but an open soul with an easy, gentle smile that always reaches his eyes. Kind. Especially when he sees his husband, Patrick Ryan
Patrick stands in complete contrast. The handsome Scot-Irish has thick red hair combed into a sexy Pompadour, longer on top shorter on the sides. Not strawberry blonde, but red Auburn with a hint of brown. Clean shaven, but very masculine. He doesn’t need facial hair to show he's a natural alpha. The man is a Viking. Patrick is a junior lawyer. At 27 he’s well on his way to partner and is widely regarded by his colleagues, judges, and opposing counsels alike. Patrick appreciates order. He’s not uptight or rigid about it, but he likes to plan and take care of those around him. Especially Josh. His Josh.
Three years into their relationship and two years after their wedding. Josh and Patrick have settled into a wonderful life together. Regular, loving and passionate sex. Diners together. No roving eyes. But…
Josh senses something in Patrick. One night after making love they hold one another, Josh‘s face on Patrick’s strong chest covered in dark reddish brown hair. This is Josh‘s favorite place in the world. And favorite time. Josh sighs and Patrick kisses his forehead, ask him what he thinking about. Josh chuckles. Patrick knows him so well. Josh asked his husband if he ever misses the other aspects of sex. Patrick is confused at first, not sure what Josh is driving at. Josh chuckles again, gently reminds him of their one ill faded attempt to swap positions. The lightbulb goes off and Patrick laughs, assures Josh. He doesn’t miss anything. Josh gives him everything he needs. Josh pulls himself off of his husband’s chest now. The smile gone, he looks deeply into Patrick’s eyes. But you were versatile when we met. We even had that boyfriend that was a top and you were the bottom. So I know you like it. Are you sure you don’t miss it? It’s just not something I can provide for you. Josh recounts the time Josh tried to top Patrick and how they both started to giggle halfway through, said no, and switched back. It’s just not them. Patrick pulls back now himself, a bit confused. So that didn’t work out, but that was a couple years ago. Where is this coming from? Josh answers he’s been thinking about it for a while. He asked Patrick to hear him out before responding. What would he think about opening the marriage with some very strong and set ground rules. He wants Patrick to be experience that side of sex again. He doesn’t want Patrick to ever resent him for not being able to be everything for him. Patrick tries to assuage Josh‘s concerns, but after some back-and-forth, Patrick finally asks what that would look like? Josh realizes that he was right. Patrick is missing something. Since he’s been with Josh, he’s been a strict top. Patrick is still hesitant. He seen and heard about other relationships go off the rails by this kind of thing. Josh counters that he’s also seen relationships implode because of built-up tension and someone cheats. The betrayal is worse than an open discussion about a partner’s needs. Josh kisses his husband softly and lovingly. The kiss lingers as a breathe in one another. Josh asked Patrick to be honest with him. Patrick knows he’s caught. He does admit to pleasuring himself to porn, imagining himself as the bottom. He thinks he can handle it that way. Josh says he isn’t so sure. He thinks that will only take care of the edge just so long. Neither wants the other to do anything he’s not into. Patrick insist if they are serious about this, they both get to experience other people, not just him getting his own needs met. So they have an honest but loving conversation about what the parameters would be if they were open it up. They would be safe, no bare backing. No risky behavior. It would always be outside the home at a hotel never at anyone’s home or Apartment. Optimally it would be somebody passing through town with zero risk. But most importantly— no repeats. Josh says he doesn’t need to know about it, it would actually prefer not knowing. Patrick agrees. Kind of don’t ask don’t tell but sticking to the ground rules.
Each is very judicious about acting on the openness. Patrick has sex with a visiting opposing lawyer after their case wraps, Patrick beating the other Attorney. The night before that Attorney is heading back home across the country, they meet at his hotel and have sex. Patrick bottoms for the first time in three and a half years and loves it. Of course they’re safe but when the guy bottoms out in Patrick, he’s in heaven. After a serious deep fucking the opposing lawyer fills the condom still deep in Patrick’s ass. They lay side-by-side heavy breathing for a few minutes, neither saying anything. Then the opposing lawyer leans over to kiss Patrick, but he respectfully begs off. Though it was hot as fuck and he’s so glad they did it, he's got to get home to his husband. Patrick doesn’t discuss this with Josh per the earlier discussion, but he has a kick in a step for weeks. The night after this first time outside the marriage, Patrick and Josh have the best sex that they’ve had in months. Complete intimacy. Raw fucking but lovemaking simultaneously. That night after Patrick makes love to his husband. He stays inside him after release. And they deep kiss. They stay that way for minutes, Patrick soaking in his own cum in his husband’s ass. The man he loves. Josh is in heaven and his eyes brighten when Patrick starts to slowly pump in and out again. This is gonna be a second load night! Josh‘s favorite! The connection only seems to have deepened by what Patrick got from the other guy.
A couple weeks later, Josh meet a guy at the gym. Handsome Persian man. Dark, course, curly hair black as night. Thick brow over deep coal Eyes. The opposite of his husband. And the opposite of Josh. They jerk off together in the steam room, but then the Persian wants more so they agree to get a hotel room. The Persian man resist the idea of a condom as he’s on Prep and Doxy, but Josh is adamant and he finally relents. They fuck, roughly. A bit too roughly for Josh’s comfort. Josh stops midway, pushes the guy off, apologizes and tell him he just wasn’t into it. It was too much. Too rough. He’s really sorry. Didn’t mean to lead him on and he feels like an asshole. Josh is kind because he doesn’t put it on the other guy for the missed connection. He takes ownership of it, even though the other guy was way too rough. The guy sulks a bit while Josh grabs his things and leaves. Josh goes home and doesn’t discuss it with Patrick but is comforted when Patrick spoons him as they sleep. This is where he belongs.
Josh gets a call from his brother who wants to come visit. Josh asks Patrick if that would be okay. Patrick knows they were very close but since he and Josh got together, they haven’t seen a lot of each other. Living in different parts of the country, Josh having a husband. Time got away from them. Patrick agrees, although silently he’s not thrilled as he doesn’t particularly care for the brother.
A young law clerk— the vision of a California surfing God but in business attire, starts at Patrick’s Firm. He’s clearly enamored with Patrick and takes every opportunity to flirt with him despite seeing Patrick’s ring. They run across one another in the break room getting coffee. The young clerk tries to strike up conversation, flirting. Patrick gently but firmly let him down. You see this isn’t what Patrick needs. He has the boyish guy next-door at home. The bottom. When he goes outside the marriage— in frequent as that may be – he needs something else. Of course he doesn’t say that to the clerk, he just lets him know he’s married.
But, opportunity it’s about to arise that will absolutely capture Patrick’s attention. A building is under construction next to Patrick’s law firm. He sees the same workmen on their breaks as he comes and goes from his office. He notices one particularly handsome blonde man. Very masculine, light blonde hair with a slightly darker blonde beard. Thick, long enough to run your fingers through and grab a hold of. That’s what Patrick thinks. Always dressed in sleeveless flannel tops and tight. Work pants with tools hanging from them in the various loops. Big, thick, steel-toed work boots. Tom of Finland come to life. He can’t stop looking at the guy. Josh texts Patrick at work on Friday and tells him he’s gonna be stuck at the library researching his new story. Tells him to get dinner on its own, sorry, babe. Patrick assures him it’s fine. When Patrick leaves for the day, a couple workmen are sitting on their trucks, drinking cheap canned beer from a old dirty cooler, and laughing. Clearly they are a couple into it. Patrick can't help but linger his gaze on the sexy, blonde guy and their eyes catch for a moment. Patrick adverts his and walks to his car. He gets a text from work and while he’s reading it waiting to open the car door, he hears someone behind him. Patrick turns and meets the grin of the sexy blonde stud. The blonde grunts hey man. Patrick gulps and nods his head. Hi. The sexy blonde's grin turns into a wide smile. Patrick’s dick twitches. This is an alpha. Patrick could tell this guy is a top without any words being exchanged, partly because the sexy blonde kept eyeing Patrick’s ass in his fitted designer suit. The contrast between the two men is stark. Order versus wild. White collar versus blue collar. This is an itch Patrick needs to scratch. The Blonde introduces himself. Clint. Patrick thinks of course he has to have a sexy, masculine name like that. Guys like that aren’t named Percy or Edwin. Clint asks him if he wants to have a beer with them after work. Got a full cooler of ice colds. Had long week and they deserve it. Patrick thanks for a moment. He hasn’t scratched this itch for months. His husband is working late. It’s not cheating. It’s just scratching an itch. Every time he’s had good sex with a top, he’s hHe’s come home to his husband a better man, a better lover. More attentive, sweeter. No distractions. No longings. Complete. Patrick says he’s not a beer on the back of a truck kind of guy. Clint frowns. But Patrick continues—there’s a great bar next-door. His treat. Clint smiles again, knowing the bar is in the lobby of a hotel. Lead the way stud.
Clint is everything Patrick could hope for. The total fucking stereotype in perfect form. Strong but not threatening, forceful, but not an ass. Direct. He takes charge of the situation and Patrick the alpha lets him. It’s a relief not to have to be running the show. To sit back and just enjoy the pleasure. Clint takes Patrick’s head in his hand, holds it firmly. Leans in and kisses him. He’s not soft, but it’s not animalistic. It’s just a real strong, fucking kiss, one masculine man to another masculine man. One Alpha to another. Clint firmly massages Patrick’s bulging pecs. Patrick shudders. After a minute Clint pulls back, smiling. He thinks he hasn’t. But Patrick turns the tables and flips Clint against the wall and kisses him just as firmly. He puts his hands in the sleeveless flannel shirt and gently but firmly pinches Clint's erect nipples. Clint’s eyes light up then immediately glaze over in lust as he realizes what he’s got here. He now more firmly pushes Patrick back against the wall, regaining the authoritative position. He runs his hands through the ginger Pompadour, stopping at the back, gripping the hair,firmly holding his head in place. Clint seizes his mouth, hungrily, taking his tongue, holding it in his own mouth as they lap back-and-forth. Clint pushes Patrick’s hands out of his shirt and he grabs both of Patrick’s pecs with his own. He kneads them like he was making dough all the while, keeping up the passion with the kiss. Patrick moans in pleasure. This is exactly what he needed. Right now, Patrick isn’t anywhere but here.
Chapter 2 coming soon.
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