Lost Paradise

They call him Siren. He moves his body like a song you can’t resist. He pulls you deep into his abyss; before you know it, you’re a treasure lost at sea. Many men have tried to resist but failed to resist his song. Paradise is the name of his ocean, and his depth is dark and deep. Beware, for all who’ve entered have become his victims, and if you’re not careful, you’ll become a member of Lost Paradise, too.

 The sunlight pierced into the bedroom and shined on my face. I woke up, and Asher’s spot in the bed was empty. I rolled over, and instantly, I was struck with vivid images of Siren fucking my husband. The images turned me on and broke my heart at the same time. I had spent all night trying to forget, but the memory plagued me.

 The shower water was running in the master bath. I found Asher standing under the shower. I admired his beautiful backside. The way the soap and water flowed down his backside was sexy. My sexual attraction to my husband started to come back.

 My cock stirred in my underwear. I quickly got naked and got in the shower. Asher was lost in his own world. He was startled by the feeling of me pressing my erection in between his soft cheeks.

 He jumped, “Siren?”

 It broke my heart hearing him call out Siren. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. We had been without sex for so long that he wouldn’t have expected it to be me.

 “Sorry to disappoint you, babe. It’s just your husband,” I kissed his shoulder lovingly.

 “I’m not disappointed. I’m happy it’s you. I was scared that Siren had maybe come back or something.” He turned around and wrapped his arms around my neck. “This is so much better.”

 I kissed him, and he kissed me back. Our cocks became fully erect and danced together. I picked

him up and placed his back against the tile. He wrapped his legs around my waist.

 As we kissed, I pushed two fingers inside his hole. He moaned in my mouth. I placed my cock at the entrance to his hole. His tunnel opened for me, and my cock slid into him. It was nice and tight around my penis. I moved in and out of him. Our lips connected, and we kissed over and over again.

 My mind was flooded with thoughts of him and Siren fucking. I became worked up by those thoughts, and I pounded my husband harder and faster. It was too much for me and was over within a few minutes. I flooded Asher with cum.

 Asher and I agreed never to mention or see Siren again. For three weeks, we got along blissfully. Our sex life returned. All I had to do was think about Asher and Siren, and my cock would become hard. Part of me, though, still craved a one-on-one experience with Siren.

I finally reached my breaking point one night. I had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. Each time I closed my eyes, I was in Lost Paradise, watching Siren dance on the stage. I needed to get him out of my system.

 Asher was sleeping peacefully on the side of me. It was a little after midnight. I snuck out of the house and headed for the club. When I entered, the place was busy. There was a pretty little twink on the stage, giving a hot strip tease.

 I scanned the room for Siren. After a few minutes, I spotted him. He was leading a client up to the second floor. I couldn’t see the guy’s face, but his body build was that of a jock. The stairs were blocked by security. I had to figure out a way to get up those stairs.

 A naked guy came and stood in front of me. He had long blonde hair and dark eyes. His cock was long and uncut. He was completely hairless and ripped with muscles.

 “Would you like for me to show you a good time?” His voice was deep and sexy.

 I chuckled, “Sure. Take me upstairs.”

“Do you know the rate for an upstairs experience?”

“I can afford it,” I said, very cocky.

 The man took my hand and led me up the stairs. We went down a long, dimly lit corridor. Rooms were on each side of the hall, and each door was closed. As we walked past a room, I could hear the moans coming from there.

At the end of the hall were two large doors. We entered those doors. Red lights lined the hall. People were fucking out in the open. The guy turned toward me.

“Clothing comes off at this point.” He said and held his hand out.

 I looked around. Everyone was busy fucking. No one was paying us any attention. I stripped out of my clothing. He led me into a small room. We found a locker and placed my things in it. Then he kissed me. I kissed him, but I didn’t want him.

 We walked back out into the hall. A hand grabbed my shoulder. I looked, and it was Siren. He quietly instructed me to keep quiet. He pulled me away from the guy I was with. I followed him through the crowd of people. Then we were down a maze of a hallway with purple lights.

 He brought me into a room with a pink light. There was a bed and a small sofa. Siren locked the door. We stood face to face. We both scanned each other’s body. My heart started to race, and my cock stirred. I wanted to fuck him badly.

 Siren smirked, “You came alone.”

 “Are you disappointed?” I asked him.

 Arrogantly, he said, “No. I knew you’d show up.”

 “How’d you know?”

 “I’ve been fucking Asher.” He giggled when he said it. It was as if it was a joke.

 I was speechless. To my understanding, they had fucked the one time. Siren was speaking as if it had become an ongoing thing.

 Shocked, Siren asked, “Asher didn’t tell you? He keeps saying he’s going to tell you.”

 Angrily I shouted, “You’re fucking lying.”

 “Am I? Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. The real question, Hunter, is why are you here? If it’s not about Asher, why are you here?” He sounded so damn seductive.

 “I don’t know.” I was defeated. I thought I knew what I wanted, but I had no idea.

 Siren ran his hand over my pecs, “You know the answer. Just say it. No one is here judging you. Why are you here when your husband is home alone?”

 I started to feel guilty. “This was a bad idea. I should leave.”

 I was about to walk out when Siren clapped his hands. “Playhouse” by Pretty Ricky started to play. Siren began to walk around me and slowly moved his hips to the song’s beat. He pressed his ass against my cock and made his cheeks bounce. He rolled his back and ran his lips across my neck.

 All the blood in my body rushed to my cock. I wanted him, and he knew it. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and I started to grind my cock into the split of his tight ass.

 I whispered in his ear, “I want to make you cum with my cock.”

 He turned around, and I quickly pulled him into a kiss. Our cocks rubbed against each other. He moved to his knees and took my swollen member into his talented mouth. As he sucked me off, he held my heavy balls.

 His mouth felt amazing. I grabbed the back of his head and started to fuck his mouth. His tongue attacked the head of my cock. He sent so much pleasure through my cock.

 He went and knelt on the sofa. He presented that sweet, beautiful ass of his to me. The way he was bent automatically had his cheeks spread. His pretty hole was on full display, and it looked divine. He ran my tongue across his taint and then tickled his hole.

He moaned for me. I pushed my tongue inside of him. He was tight and on fire. I allowed my tongue to stab into him. Siren jiggled his cheeks in my face. I palmed his round globes and buried my face entirely inside of him.

 His hole was dripping wet. I slid my finger inside of him. He was tight as fuck. I thought he was going to break my finger. It made me smile. His ass was hungry for my cock. I couldn’t wait anymore. I slid my bare cock into his hot tunnel without warning.

 Siren cried out, “Oh fuck!”

 Slowly, I penetrated his beautiful ass. He opened for me like a flower in July. I put one leg up on the side of him on the sofa and moved slightly faster. My fat balls rested perfectly on his taint.

 We both started to moan, and he rocked his body back and forth on my cock. Siren’s hole began to become loose, and my cock started sliding easier in and out of him.

 He had me sit down and started riding me like a bull. With my hands on his hips and his tongue in my mouth, he rode me like a cowboy in the wind. He bounced up and down, taking more of my cock than I thought possible. I didn’t want to be out fucked.

 I slammed my cock up into him. The room filled with our scent. Siren’s heavy cock smacked my stomach, and my balls clapped my taint. He worked my cock over and over again. Each time I felt his walls glide over the head of my penis, my toes curled. He was so gifted.

 “Fuck, Hunter, your dick feels so good,” he moaned.

 I smiled, “Yeah. You like my fuckin’ cock? Get back on your knees.”

 Siren had my ego swell with his compliment. He got on his knees, and I slid back into his mushy hole. Juices from his hole coated my cock and ran down his thighs. He moaned and groaned, and I panted. Nothing could stop us. I pounded him long and hard.

 Siren’s cheeks danced to the beat of my stroke. It was the most intoxicating sight to behold. He took dick so well. He felt so amazing. For half an hour, I showed him no mercy. I just slaughtered his exceptional ass.

 We fucked all over the room. Eventually, I was on my back again, and Siren was bouncing on my cock. I wanted him to cum desperately. I stroked his cock as he bounced on mine. Siren was leaking precum all over me. His cheeks were making a loud clapping sound each time he bounced down on my cock.

 My balls were drawing up. I knew I couldn’t keep going much longer. Siren knew it as well. He grabbed hold of my wrists and placed them above my head, and he rode me. He looked me deep in my eyes and put on the sexiest face I had ever seen.

 The muscles in his anus began to work on me. It was like a cock massage. I couldn’t fight him, and I couldn’t move. All I could do was lay there and let him have me. I was lost in his pleasure.

 I was owned by his pussy. He devoured me. I wanted him to keep devouring me repeatedly. It was the best feeling in the fucking world. My dick throbbed, and I erupted. I filled him with my hot load.

 He climbed off my cock and took it into his mouth. I nearly had a heart attack. My body exploded with all these weird sensations. Once he was done cleaning my cock he stood, and that’s when I noticed he had not cum. That euphoric feeling was quickly replaced by anger. Why wouldn’t he cum for me?

 I stood up, “You didn’t cum?”

 “I told you I don’t cum.” he said, unfazed by my apparent anger.

 “Bullshit,” I yelled, “I watched you cum when you fucked Asher.”

 “Instead of worrying about why I cum or don’t cum maybe you should be asking yourself why you’re competing with Asher. He deserves better than that,” he chastised me.

 I screamed, “Stay the fuck away from my husband! Do you understand me?” I was fucking angry.

 Siren giggled, “You want me to stay away from him?”

 “Are you fucking deaf? Isn’t that what I just said?” I was becoming more pissed off by the minute.

 With a serious face, Siren said, “I’ll stay away, but you have to wire 50k into my account.”

 “Are you insane? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

 “I’m the mother fucker who fuckin’ your husband. You want me to climb out his boy pussy, then pay me. Show me how much Asher really means to you. How much do you love him? Those are my terms, Hunter. You can afford it. You have a trust fund and a law firm. Those were your words to me the first I met you. Right?”

 I firmly and boldly said, “Listen to me, Siren, and listen to me well. I will fucking ruin you. Don’t fuck with me. You have no idea who I am. If you did, you’d know to fuck off. This won’t end well for you. Knowledge is power, buddy.”

 For a moment, the room was quiet. We had each other in a death stare. Then Siren started to laugh. For a full minute, he laughed as if Kevin Hart had just told him the funniest joke ever.

 Siren cleared his throat, “Hunter Sterling Kemp, born June 2, 1996, to Peter and Rebecca Kemp of the Kemps of Jackson, MS. Your family made their money from tobacco. You come from what they call old money. Your father died tragically in an automobile accident. You are married to Asher Timothy Van. Both his parents are into politics. His father is a sitting US Senator, and his mother is the Governor of Michigan. I could go further, but I believe my point has been made. In any case, allow me to leave you with this: knowledge is the foundation on which you build power. It isn’t power! Power is what you do with all the knowledge. I know way more about you than you will ever know about me. So, who has this power you speak of? Is it you, or is it me?”

 He ended his little tyrant with a chuckle, and I was speechless. Siren knew things I hadn’t expected him to know, and I knew absolutely nothing about him. He left me and disappeared into the darkness once again.

 The days following that encounter were frustrating. I made Asher change his number and blocked Siren’s number in his phone. I erased every trace of Siren from Asher’s phone. Asher didn’t fight me on it. He knew it was the right thing to do.

 Things slowly returned to normal for Asher and me. It wasn’t until my annual Attorneys of Atlanta party that I realized things would never be the same. Our home was packed with partygoers. Everyone was mingling and drinking champagne.

 I had been making my way around, being a great host. My husband was missing. I hadn’t seen him in a while and was worried about him. I checked his location on my phone. He was still in the house.

 Something told me to check upstairs. With every step I took up the stairs, I felt myself sink. For some reason, I felt like something was off. The primary bedroom was empty. I moved further down the hall to the guest bedroom.

 The door was ajar, the lights in the room were out, and I could hear voices. The first voice was indeed Asher. Then I listened to the second voice, knowing it was Siren. He had made his way into my home, and once again, Asher was the apple of his eye. I listened to them carefully.

 “You shouldn’t be here, Siren. Hunter doesn’t want me seeing you,” Asher whispered.

 “I missed you, Ash. Didn’t you miss me?” He asked my husband.

 “Of course I missed you. You’re all I think about,” Asher muttered.

 “I want you right now. Give yourself to me, Ash. Don’t think about Hunter. Just think about us and how we feel together.”

 The room went quiet briefly, and then I heard them kissing like mad lovers in the dark. I peeked my head in, and they were both already naked. The two studs were kissing, and Siren had a hand full of Asher’s round cheeks.

Asher moved to his knees and took Siren’s long hard cock into his mouth. He looked so hungry for Siren’s cock. Asher stuck his tongue out, and Siren slapped his cock on it. Just like before, I was frozen by the sight of them together. Instead of being enraged, I was once again turned on.

 Siren whimpered, “Suck my cock baby. Just like that.”

 Asher sucked and stroked Siren off at the same time. Siren’s glutes flexed as he fucked Asher’s mouth. The feeling must have been fantastic because he placed his hand on his ass to steady himself. Asher stood up, and Siren pushed him onto the bed.

 Siren took Asher’s leaking erection into his mouth. He moved his head up and down and Asher’s pole like a beast. Asher let out the most erotic moan ever. Siren slobbed over Asher’s penis and stroked his balls.

 Asher moaned, “Oh my God, Daddy.”

 Siren lifted Asher’s legs and exposed his pretty pink hole. Then, he placed his nose on Asher’s rosebud, inhaled, and licked it with his tongue. He buried his face in Asher’s hole. He rimmed him like every bottom deserves to be rimmed. It sounded like a dog drinking water. Only he was drinking my husband in a way I had never been able to do.

 Siren stood up and placed the head of his cock at Asher’s entrance. Slowly, he pushed the head in, and Asher moaned. I watched the head of Siren’s cock disappear in Asher, and then the rest of his shaft slid in.

 “You been keeping this pussy away from me.” Siren said to him as he moved his cock in and out of him.

 Asher cried out, “I’m sorry. I won’t keep it way anymore. You feel so fucking good inside of me.”

 Siren asked, “You love my cock?”

 “I love it so much,” Asher moaned.

 Siren moved faster in and out of Asher. Asher panted and moaned. His strokes sounded like waves crashing. Siren’s round cheeks bounced and clapped as he fucked Asher. His heavy balls pounded Asher’s cheeks.

 Siren spotted me in the doorway. I froze, unable to move or say anything. Siren winked at me, and my heart dropped to my stomach. He was letting me know he wasn’t going anywhere and could have my husband anytime he wanted.

 “I’m going to cum inside of you, Ash,” Siren said as he continued staring at me and fucking Asher, “you want my cum, Ash?”

 “Yes. Give me your load,” Asher moaned.

 Siren plowed himself deep inside Asher. He groaned loudly, and his glutes flexed rapidly. He flooded Asher with his creamy cum. He pulled his cock out, and his cum ran out of Asher. Siren licked his cum off Asher’s ass, and then he shoved his tongue in Asher’s mouth.

 They call him Siren. He moves his body like a song you can’t resist. He pulls you deep into his abyss; before you know it, you’re a treasure lost at sea. Asher was lost at sea, and I had no idea how to get him back.  

 TO BE CONTINUED