Edge of tension to last
Connor pressed his body against Jamie’s. He kissed him with desperation and passion. It was more than he could have ever wanted it to be, yet it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough. It felt sensual and hungry. It gave everything while taking everything.
Connor’s tongue ran across Jamie’s top lip. The man slightly parted his mouth, and Connor’s tongue slid inside. Jamie tried to pull away. Connor’s arm dropped to his lower back and pulled him tighter. He refused to let him go. Connor sucked his soul from his body.
Jamie’s knees grew weak. He was damn near ready to buckle under the passion of Connor’s kiss. The desire that pulled at him was unexpected. Instead of wanting to run away from those succulent lips, he felt drawn to them, and that scared the fuck out of him.
Jamie shoved Connor back. “Enough. You got it out of your system. Are we good now?”
Connor stared at him with heat in his eyes. He slowly licked his bottom lip as if he were still desperately trying to taste Jamie. His eyes flickered with a glint of warmth as they traced every inch and detail of Jamie’s body.
Jamie stood there under Connor’s soft yet intense glare. He felt vulnerable, naked, and exposed. It was like Connor could see past him and into his soul of souls.
“Why the fuck are you staring at me like that?” Jamie asked. The annoyance and frustration were clear in his voice.
Connor smirked. “Like what?”
The corner of Jamie’s lip lifted. He didn’t like mind games, and it felt like Connor was playing the greatest mind fuck of all time.
“Like what?” he repeated the question as if it wouldn’t sound like a mind fuck. “You know what, look, Connor McGill.”
“Obviously, I don’t,” Connor pushed back. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have asked, Jamie Robinson.”
“Like you wanna fuck me,” Jamie shouted as he tossed his hands into the air.
“Oh, that?” Connor smiled. He couldn’t deny that the kiss had turned him on and instantly sent blood rushing to his cock. He was an eighteen-year-old with a high sex drive. He was in his primal stages, and he wanted to do all the things any boy his age wanted to do.
“Yes, that,” Jamie confirmed. “We’re dudes. Dudes who fuck girls.”
“Oh, come off it, Jamie. Look around. You see any women lined up to take our cocks?” Connor raised his arms halfway toward the sky and spun around. There was seemingly no one around but the two of them.
They were the only two people there. They could possibly do anything without the judgment of others. The question was whether they both truly wanted to cross such a line. The line of desire and need seemed to be a very thin one that could blur easily.
Jamie shook his head. “So, that makes it okay? Since we are virtually alone, we just abandon reason and principle? This isn’t prison, and we aren’t fucking queer!”
“It may as well be,” Connor snapped. “We’re trapped. We can’t escape. We’ve been sentenced to life here without the possibility of parole. Drop the labels, Jamie. Because when in Rome…”
“When in Rome?” Jamie scoffed. “You want my dick that bad? Go ahead and bend over.” Jamie pointed past him at a log that was off to the side. “Bend over right now, and I’ll give it to you. No Vaseline. No lube. Just one big black angry ass dick! I’ll put it right in your ass!”
Connor closed the distance between them. The words excited him in a way that was thrilling and terrifying.
They stood face to face. Neither flinched, blinked, or backed down from the other one. Their eyes locked on one another. The silence and lust fueled by hormones brewed between them. Connor’s eyes dropped, and then a victorious smile spread across his face.
“Why is your dick hard?” He asked with a knowing tone.
“Fuck you,” Jamie snapped as his fist connected with Connor’s face.
Connor returned the blow. He punched Jamie directly in the face. The two men grappled with one another. They fell on the sand. The impact of their fall caused the sand to blow like dust in a storm. The scene was chaotic but typical of the two men.
They rolled, and Jamie ended on his back. Connor straddled him. His beefy, muscled body pinned Jamie into the sand. Jamie struggled to break free of his grasp. Connor shifted his weight a bit more.
“You damn neanderthal,” Jamie shouted at him.
“Tough words,” Connor said. He was enjoying himself.
He lowered his head toward Jamie’s face. Jamie growled and frowned underneath him. He wanted with everything in him to break free. Connor refused to let him go.
“Get your big beefy ass off me,” Jamie seethed.
“I think you like my beefy ass,” he hissed.
Connor wiggled his ass across Jamie’s cock. To his surprise and damn near delight, Jamie’s cock was still erect. Connor felt it throb against his massive glutes. The idea that he had such an effect on Jamie twisted his mind with dirty thoughts.
“I can feel you against me,” Connor gloated. “Your cock is rock hard, Jamie.”
Jamie’s eyes widened in horror. “I swear to God I’m gonna kick your fucking ass if you don’t get off of me.”
Connor chuckled. He was completely amused. Without notice, Jamie’s lips touched Connor’s lips. The initial shock wore off on Connor. He then returned the kiss. His lips dragged across Jamie’s lips. Connor slightly parted his soft pink lips, and Jamie’s tongue slipped inside his mouth.
Connor’s body relaxed as he melted into the steamy power of Jamie’s kiss. Their fingers intertwined. Connor’s cock pulsed. There was something in their kiss that was telling. Even if their words never revealed the truth, their kiss said it all.
Jamie bit down on Connor’s bottom lip. Connor’s eyes snapped open. They were met with Jamie’s intense glare. He tried to pull away, but Jamie refused to let his lip go. He groaned in both pain and pleasure. The pain ranked higher, but it was still inviting.
Jamie released his lip and shoved Connor off. The stud flipped off Jamie and landed on his back. Jamie stood up. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He turned and began to walk away.
Connor quickly got up and came behind him. He refused to let go. He had a point to prove. For Connor, exploring his sexuality without shame and fear with Jamie was like a dream come true. He wanted to take advantage of the shitty situation and make the most of it. He saw Jamie as an equal, as someone who stood their ground with him. He liked it more than he had ever realized.
“Where the fuck are you going, Jamie?” Connor asked as he ran after him.
“Away from you, Connor,” he told him as he stopped and turned around to face him.
Connor asked, “Why? Afraid you’ll love what I want to do with you?”
Jamie laughed one time. It was humorless. It was callous.
“Afraid? No,” Jamie answered. “What happened to you? You fall into the ocean, and suddenly you’re craving cock?’
“Maybe we both did. Your cock is still fucking hard, Jamie,” he pointed out.
Jamie’s heart shivered. He looked down, and the outline of his raging erection was perfectly visible. His cheeks puffed, and he quickly turned around to hide himself from exposure. It was too late, though. Connor had already seen what he needed to see. He stood directly behind Jamie.
Jamie could feel the warmth and lustful energy flow from Connor to him. He wanted to ignore it and pretend it didn’t pull him in. It was impossible to ignore it even though he knew it shouldn’t happen. They were straight, and now everything was being questioned.
“Could you feel it when we kissed?” Connor asked as he blew his breath on the back of Jamie’s neck.
Jamie’s voice trembled, “I want Connor the asshole back.” He fought to hold onto his heterosexuality.
Connor chuckled. “That wasn’t the question, Jamie Robinson. Could you feel the shift with us when we kissed?”
Connor removed Jamie’s shirt with no resistance.
Jamie reluctantly answered. “Yes. We’re…I’m…I’m not gay, dude.”
Connor slightly pulled Jamie back by his waist. Connor wanted to make sure that the man knew he had access to him. Connor then reached around and placed his hands over Jamie’s dark nipples. Jamie gasped as Connor began to twist and pull on his pointed friends. They quickly became erect. Jamie struggled to hold back his soft moans, but it was of no use.
“I love playing with the nipples. Mine are so sensitive. Are yours sensitive?”
Jamie didn’t answer, but his nipples were hard-wired directly to his cock. His dick roared with more life in his pants. His hips moved slightly as he pressed his ass back against Connor’s thick and hard dick.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. Your body is doing all the talking,” Connor whispered.
Jamie could feel it throbbing in Connor’s pants. He couldn’t believe that Connor McGill was practically manipulating his fucking body on an island in the middle of the damn ocean. Jamie shut his eyes tightly and moaned as Connor began to kiss his neck.
Connor moved his hand slowly and seductively down Jamie’s body. He reached the top of his pants. He unbuttoned them with ease. He couldn’t get over how amazing Jamie’s buns felt pressed against his cock.
Jamie breathed deeply. His heart raced and thumped in his chest. He wanted to be anywhere in the world other than with Connor. A lie he told himself.
Connor was changing him in ways he never thought he would be changed. The island had served him as the ultimate temptation.
“Connor,” he panted.
“Is that the way it sounds to have you moan my name? Should have touched you like this a long time ago.”
Jamie’s lips trembled. He was in such a compromising position. He liked it and hated it all in one take. Connor’s thick and masculine hands slid inside his pants. Jamie could feel his cock leaking in his underwear. He was soaked. Connor ran his hands over the front of Jamie’s underpants. He cuffed his growing bulge and gave it a precious squeeze.
Connor said in a teasing voice, “I always wondered which of us had the bigger dick.”
Jamie whimpered. He was like pudding in the hands of his enemy.
“Feel like we’re fucking even, Jamie,” he whispered as he kissed the man’s neck again. “Two big dick studs.”
Connor began to manipulate the head of Jamie’s cock. His movements were slow and deliberate. He ran his thumb over the gland repeatedly.
Jamie cried out with pleasure. He wrapped his hand around Connor’s wrist. He closed his eyes tightly. Connor was making him feel so good. He knew just how to touch him. Maybe it was because they were both boys. Maybe it was because Connor had been secretly sitting with male desires for so long. All Jamie knew was that he felt incredible.
Connor bit his bottom lip. He loved the feel of Jamie. There needed to be more for him. He started to grind his thick cock against Jamie’s perfect, fat bubble straight boy ass. The heat in his dick wanted to put its fire inside of Jamie. Connor wanted to take him more than he’d ever wanted to take anyone before. He moved his other hand down between Jamie’s legs and grazed his balls.
“See, Jamie, we can let go of societal norms and just be two guys who help each other feel good during this whole thing.” Connor tried to reason out his logic.
Jamie could feel his erection throb like the power of the sun. Connor had held him tightly and intimately. He held him like no one had ever held him before. It was intense and strong. Connor’s hand moved along the shaft of Jamie’s dick.
Jamie gasped at the feel of skin-to-skin bare contact. He began to pant and moan louder. Jamie started to work his hips. His thick and long cock slid back and forth in Connor’s tight fist. His ass pressed back and forth against Connor’s fat rod.
“Look at me,” Connor instructed him.
Jamie slightly turned his head, and their lips touched. They pressed them together, and their tongues wrestled. Connor stroked Jamie’s cock with perfect ease. He applied the right amount of pressure and pleasure. Every nerve ending burned within the stud. Connor pressed his member directly into the valley of Jamie’s anus.
Jamie’s body tingled. He was on the verge of one incredible orgasm. Connor could sense the impending eruption, and he completely released Jamie from his grasp, causing him to groan in frustration.
Jamie turned around and faced him. His chest rose and fell. Connor held up his hand. It was covered in Jamie’s thick precum. Connor smirked and walked away.
“YOU ASSHOLE!” Jamie shouted at him. Not because he had touched him, but because he had taken him to the edge and left him stranded there.
Connor took a lick of his hand. The taste of Jamie’s nectar blew everything out of his mind. They both found themselves at the edge of tension and could only hope for more opportunities to explore what was so clearly just beneath the surface.
TO BE CONTINUED
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