Chapter 17
Pulling back, Bill lets Jamal’s wet dick slip free from his lips. He stands, already unzipping his slacks before Jamal realizes what he’s doing. “Man, right here?”
“I need you,” Bill says simply. Nothing else matters at the moment.
He drops his slacks to his feet and turns, tugging his briefs halfway down his thighs. As he leans over the countertop, his backside exposed, he feels something hard and hot and wet press against the crack in his ass—Jamal steps up behind Bill and, spreading Bill’s buttocks wide, rubs his slick dick between them. “Bareback?” Jamal asks, thrusting up Bill’s crevice again.
Bill feels Jamal’s nuts bump against his, a maddening sensation. “I got a condom in my wallet.” Then, remembering he dropped his pants, he adds, “On the floor.”
“Man,” Jamal whines playfully.
He shuffles back and stoops to retrieve the wallet from Bill’s pocket. He seems to take longer than he should—Bill’s all too aware of the fact he’s standing here in the back room of his store bare-assed, and there’s still a crowd up front waiting for him and Jamal to return. What’s Jamal looking for back there anyway? Over his shoulder, Bill calls, “Can’t you find it?”
Suddenly a warm tongue licks between his ass cheeks, delving into his anus. Bill rises up on tiptoes, his whole body coming alive. “Oh, God, yes,” he gasps as Jamal’s tongue snakes into him. His breath catches in his chest, his head spins—he feels faint. “Yes, yes, yes, that’s it. That’s it.”
Jamal licks up the crack of Bill’s ass and plants a kiss in the small of his back. Then he stands and, leaning over Bill, whispers, “Found it.”
“God,” Bill sighs. “Take me already, will you?”
Jamal has already put on the condom—Bill feels a cool wetness press between his buttocks as Jamal positions himself. Large hands hold Bill’s hips steady in a firm grip, thumbs rubbing Bill’s ass in opposing concentric circles, tugging his cheeks open then pushing them together, open again, together, open…
The fat tip of Jamal’s cock pokes his tight hole. The bright pain of entry dissolves as Jamal eases the full length of his dick inside Bill’s ass. With a moan of delight, Bill spreads his legs wide, his feet sliding easily on the tile floor to slide himself down on Jamal’s length. It goes in deep, all the way, until the root of Jamal’s shaft bumps up against Bill’s flat butt. Leaning facedown on the countertop, Bill reaches for his own erection with both hands—one squeezes his swollen cock while the other delves farther to cup both his ball sac and Jamal’s, butting up against it. “Yes,” he gasps, his breath fluttering a stack of old timecards from last week on the countertop nearby. “God, Jamal, fuck me, yes, yes!”
Jamal doesn’t pull out so much as wriggle in place—sex with him is different from anything Bill’s experienced before. His hips swivel with a dancer’s, grinding into Bill as if grooving to music. Each little movement screws him in tighter, and his curved cock knocks Bill’s prostate with a drumline rhythm that works Bill into a frenzy. Jamal falls into beat with the hip-hop music thudding the walls, pounding Bill’s ass with that same fast tempo that trips through the store’s sound system. Like the underlying harmony accompanying the song, Bill strokes his cock as Jamal fucks him, adding a slower counterpoint to the pace. Words escape him as his brain focuses on the pleasure surging through him; he’s lost in the music around him, the man within him, the cadence of lust filling him body and soul. Closing his eyes, he gives into Jamal completely as a guttural uh, uh, uhfrom his throat keeps time with their coupling.
Behind him, Jamal murmurs in a sultry, smoked-out voice. Nonsense words and desirous moans, mostly, but every now and then he says, “Uh-huh, that’s right, that’s it, take it in, take it in.” His hands are tight on Bill’s hips, holding his lover in place. When he widens his stance a little and leans down over the countertop, hips pistoning at a frantic pace, Bill feels Jamal’s weight on his back and knows he’s close to coming. They both are, but Bill gets there first, his cock spasming in his hand, his palm suddenly sticky. He massages his nuts as he milks out the orgasm, waiting for the rush of heat in his ass to tell him Jamal got off, too.
When it comes, it triggers another, more powerful climax, and Bill’s voice breaks with lust. “Fuck yeah.”
Jamal doesn’t withdraw right away. He leans heavily on Bill, exhausted, pinning Bill to the countertop and keeping him in place. His hands run up Bill’s sides, over his back, over his shoulders, then around Bill’s head to cradle it. Turning Bill’s face to one side, Jamal kisses the corner of Bill’s mouth tenderly. “Damn, I missed that.”
Bill shifts under him, unwilling to lose this moment of intimacy. He puckers his lips, enticing Jamal to kiss him again.