Gay smut

Zachery (bottom)

The clubs music pounded in my ears, some random chick singing over the pulses of sound. But I didn't care for the environment, the people that milled about, writhing against each other. No, my only focus was on the man who slid a large sum of money into the waistband of my pants before his hands circled my waist and led me.

Several sets of doors passed, lights changing from varied violets and vermillions, anything to set the mood. Moans and pants and sensuous laughs could he heard, but I didn't bother with them. I only stared at my benefactor, at the devilish dark hair and trimmed beard, the strong column of his throat and adams apple, the sharp collarbone that was hidden by a dress shirt.

Oh I was gonna have fun undressing him.

The pale gray of his eyes settled on me but for a second until he was shouldering open a door and locking it behind us. Practically draping myself against him, I bit the lobe of his ear, eliciting a small, but intensely pleasing moan from his sculpted lips.

"Hello to you, too," he breathed, those same lips pressing against my neck. "I'm Zachery, but Zach works as well." I only smiled, hands already untucking his shirt from his pants, fingers working the buttons free.

My worker bees stilled as he cupped a hand around my nape, tilting my head up to him. My lips parted, small, lustful pants escaping as I waited for him to claim my mouth.

"I saw you and was already imagining everything I would do to your perfect body. You're easily the hottest man here, and with your muscles and my body structure, I'm sure we could get into a lot of interesting poses." I grinned with delight, excited that I managed to snag a dirty talker for tonight. He finally claimed my mouth, tongue sweeping against mine with submissive strokes. I almost pulled away as I realized this man was letting me win, but my core only started pounding as I realized what it might mean.

"Gods, I just want to be up against that wall, now," he demanded, forgoing the buttons of his shirt and just ripping it open. I surveyed the taut muscles and broad planes of his chest with nothing but appreciation, dark eyes tracing the sharp V that led to his cock.

I tore off my clothes in a similar fashion, the lust driving me insane. My manhood stood proud and erect with the need to be in Zachery, to enjoy the perfectly toned body for the hour he had purchased me.

My hands were already pumping my cock as I watched him finish undressing, his own popping free, the tip white with precum. I growled with satisfaction, prowling towards him before gripping his fine ass and slapping it. He bit my lip playfully, pulling and prodding at my own body.

I swung him up into my arms, our chests colliding as his legs were wrapped around my thin waist.

"How'd you know I was bottom?" he moaned, head falling onto my shoulder as I nipped his neck and ear, licking in all the right places.

I shoved him against the wall with a murmured "Because", my whole mind narrowing on the way our cocks rubbed together in this position. With Zach's back firmly pressed against the wall, I no longer needed to hold him, yet my hands continued to grip at his ass and thighs.

Both of us were panting with desire and lust, mouths open for moans and kissing and exploring the other's skin.

"I want you inside me already! Fuck me!" Zach cried, hips rolling against me in emphasis. Without preamble, I shoved into him, cock pulsing with ecstasy as I quickly pounded into him.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," he moaned, head thudding against the wall as his finger nails dug into my shoulder blades. "You're so big I thought you wouldn't fit in my tight ass," he said through his teeth before it ripped open in a pleasing shriek. My hips rolled against him, my cock in to the hilt as I adjusted our position.

He gasped. "Ah, fuck. You're so deep."

I groaned against his neck, resuming my rough thrusting into his nice ass. I felt him tightening around me.

"RIGHT THERE!" he practically screamed, and I slammed home as his fingernails drew bloody scratches across my back. He shivered as I spilled into him, but he was already placing his legs on the floor, suckling onto my nipples.

Gods it felt good. He felt good.

I only moaned, hands digging into his hair as he wrapped his dirty mouth onto my cock. He choked as I shoved in hard, already face-fucking him into another orgasm. His hand played with his own rod as I dimmed into his mouth with a final, growling moan.

"You're so quiet when you have your release, perhaps I need to turn you on more so you cum harder," Zach said.

I raised a brow, still panting slightly. But he only pushed me to the bed, and I plopped onto the velvet surface with a small gasp of surprise.

"I'm going to ride you until I have a hard time walking tomorrow," he promised, already situating himself above me. I chuckled, gripping his waist to guide him onto me.

Instead, he stayed firmly above me, despite my slight tuggings. He tutted.

"I paid for you, not the other way around, cowbow," Zachery said, leaning over me to brush a kiss against my neck. I smirked, letting the devil have better access to my neck.

He drew a taunting finger up my center from my cock to my forehead, and then quickly did the same thing again. But with his dick.

I hissed with pleasure, seeing a slight wet line across my torso from his precum. He only panted as he did it, hands pressing my shoulders into the bed, firmly holding me in place. I groaned, my own hands clutching his thighs like a lifeline as he pressed his cock against mine.

He held our dicks together and quickly started pumping into his hand, another finger digging into his own asshole and fingering himself. My hands were fisted in the bed sheets, trembling with the near orgasm as he stopped.

I growled, breathing roughly as I felt that peak slipping away.

"I'm going to fuck you now. Harder than we did against the wall." He settled onto my rod and started rolling his hips, hands splaying firmly onto my chest. And then he started bouncing. He moved lithely, his own cock bobbing as he rode me. That climax that'd slowly began to disappear came back full force, in fact, with more force than before.

Zach grinned through his moans as I finally growled my pleasure, fingers digging until his sides as I shoved myself deep into him.

"Ah, FUCK!" Zachery moaned as his release came too. My chest beat up and down a million miles per minute as I settled back onto the bed, gasping for breath.

But he kept going. Kept on rolling those damned hot hips, kept working my cock like a horse. For once, I actually shrieked a little as my whole dick clenched with the overpowering pleasure.

"Oh gods, please stop," I groaned. His hands placed mine above my head, and held them there so I couldn't stop him myself.

"Can't take it? Does it feel too good?" Zachery taunted, biting my lip. I would've nipped him back, but the rolling waves of hot lust and ecstasy shuddered through me, building with every thrust into him. He was so warm and wet, tight and pulsing around my cock. His body so perfectly tanned and complexion drunk with desire.

I couldn't stand it. He was on top, dancing on my dick as if his life depended on it. My core tightened.

I yelled. I yelled and shouted and snarled as a release barreled through me, a tsunami cresting and washing over endlessly. My heart thundered in my throat as I shuddered and became limp as a doll on the bed.

Luckily for me, my own climax caused Zachery to cum too, and he fell across my chest with a rough groan.

I was sweaty, and drained, and utterly lax on the sheets. I have stamina, and I have sexual prowess. But even I couldn't stand against that powerful of a climax.

Zachery unsheathed himself and flopped next to me, playing with the dark curls of my short hair.

"That was hot," he panted, "I think you're the best reaction I've ever gotten from doing that."

I could only manage a grunt, eyes already drooping shut.