Welcome to the conclusion of Blowing Hot & Cold. I hope you enjoy the end up Don's story!
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BLOWING HOT & COLD; By Tucker McCallahan:
“Wake up.”
Don heard the voice, and didn’t
recognize it. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Eric, the blond HVAC guy,
standing over him. Don shivered. It felt like he was lying in a meat locker.
Troy appeared next to Eric.
“Cold enough for you?” Troy’s
voice sounded funny, husky. Don blinked and realized it probably sounded that
way because Eric’s hand was down the front of Troy’s shorts, slowly sliding up
and down an obvious hard-on.
“Yeah,” Don said, sitting up.
“It’s cold in here.”
As Don watched, Troy and Eric
came together, their mouths open as their tongues tangled in a kiss hot enough
to melt ice. Their bodies collided; bare chests meeting in a sensual press an
instant before their hips connected. Troy’s hands found Eric’s ass, gripping
and fondling. Eric mewled like a lovesick cat. He slung a well-muscled leg
around Troy’s waist, grinding against him as the kiss deepened.
Don was riveted. Watching two
beautiful men make out in real life was hotter than any porn he owned. Warm
lips hit his shoulder and his whole body jumped. Jesse knelt beside him.
“We’re all off the clock for
an hour.” Jesse gave Don a searching look. “We could spend it here, with you …”
Don’s head spun. He had to be
dreaming. Either that or he was on the most fucked up episode of Punk’d that
MTV had ever filmed, and Ashton Kutcher was going to jump out of the closet at
any minute. Don looked around but saw no sign this was a joke or a prank. Jesse
just smiled, tugged his shirt over his head, and removed the silly SpongeBob
Band-Aid he wore. Sure enough, two tiny gold rings pierced Jesse’s eyebrow. Don
stifled a groan.
“Stay,” Don said.
“Good.” Jesse leaned forward.
His hand went straight to the bulge in Don’s shorts. “You are so my type …”
Jesse’s fingers curled around
Don’s dick, which responded in predictable fashion. It turned to steel. Jesse
leaned in and brushed his lips along the soft skin of Don’s throat, his tongue
darting out to taste and tease as he trailed the tip along Don’s jaw. Jesse’s
mouth moved with deliberate intent to the edge of Don’s ear, teeth nipping the
lobe.
“Wanna fuck me, baby?” Jesse
whispered.
“Like he’s gonna say no,”
Troy said.
With Jesse in his lap, Don had
almost completely forgotten about the two HVAC guys. Eric was on his knees, his
face buried in Troy’s unzipped shorts. Eyes closed and face beatific as he
bobbed and sucked, Eric worshipped the dick in his mouth like it was a holy
object. Jesse looked at Eric, then up at Troy, and finally back at Don, his
face plaintive.
“Say yes?”
This time Don groaned out
loud. He was positive his poor dick was going to explode if it didn’t split in
two first. What he should do was throw all three of the men out of his house.
Then he could masturbate furiously before texting his husband for a lunchtime
chat.
Or he could get naked and
turn his living room into the kind of scene he’d only ever witnessed in gay
porn.
Don gazed at the rapturous
looks on both Troy and Eric’s faces. Then he glanced at Jesse, who was still
waiting for an answer. With a silent apology to Kyle for not including him in
this, Don made his decision.
“Yes.”
Jesse’s smile was like
sunshine: bright, blinding, and warm. He sat up and started peeling out of his
insanely sexy jeans.
“Break out condoms and lube,
baby. We’re wasting time.” Jesse hadn’t
been wearing any underwear, and after kicking the jeans to the floor, he
stretched out in front of Don gorgeously nude and hard.
Don ran for bedroom. He had
to look at the date on the condoms to make sure they hadn’t expired; it had
been that long since he and Kyle had made love. Anticipation curled in his
stomach like a pit viper, spitting sparks of arousal upward that soaked into every
part of his body like a delicious poison. The idea that he was doing something
bad added an undeniable thrill. There was no way Don was letting this
opportunity slip through his fingers.
No way in hell.
Don returned to the living
room, shedding his clothes as he went. Jesse had sprawled out on the couch, one
leg up over an arm. His dick was beautiful, ideal in length and width with a
thin sheath of foreskin covering the head. The only thing more perfect was the
sweet little star Don could see peeking out from between Jesse’s buttocks.
Don knelt beside Jesse and
laid a chaste kiss on the inside of his upraised thigh. Squirting a liberal
amount of lube onto his fingers, Don slid inside Jesse with ease. The heat and
clasp of Jesse’s channel made Don shake and sweat. He bit his lip, eyes closing
as he fought for calm. At this rate he would come before they even got to the
sex.
Jesse whimpered. His foreskin
rolled back as he got harder, the broad shiny head of his cock glistening in
the afternoon sunlight. As Don’s fingers feathered over Jesse’s prostate, beads
of clear fluid welled up out of his tiny slit like tears.
“Do it,” Jesse whispered. “Just
do it!”
“You sure?”
“Please …”
Don stood up and walked around
behind the couch. He reached down, grabbed Jesse’s slender legs, and hauled him
ass first up over the back of the couch so that he hung head down, his legs up
over Don’s shoulders.
“Oh my fucking God,” Jesse
groaned as the blood rushed to his head.
“He ain’t fucking God, dude.”
Troy, still on the receiving end of a blow job, laughed as he glanced at Don. “You’re
really gonna fuck him like that? That’s insane.”
Jesse’s dick was so hard it
lay up on his belly, pointing at his face, and it stayed that way as Don
breached Jesse and slid all the way inside him. Don froze as Jesse’s body rippled
and clenched around him. It was like a million elastic belts tightening around
Don’s dick at once, and he prayed to God he wouldn’t trip.
“Eric, climb up next to dude
there and sixty-nine with him while he’s getting fucked,” Troy said.
Eric obeyed Troy’s orders.
Jesse’s dick jumped, bumping against Eric’s lips and leaving a smear of shiny
liquid behind. Jesse cried out under Don, his body writhing. Eric growled and
lunged, capturing Jesse and swallowing him whole. Jesse’s mouth dropped open as
he cried out again, and Eric shoved his hard cock between Jesse’s pretty lips.
They clamped shut and he sucked Eric strong and hard.
Troy moved up behind Don. As Don
thrust in and out of Jesse’s unbelievable moist heat, Troy dropped light kisses
along Don’s shoulders and upper back. Big hands roamed Don’s torso, fingernails
scratching over nips and through the bit of hair in the center of Don’s chest.
As Don moved faster Troy’s kisses got more aggressive, becoming licks, nibbles,
and bites.
Don’s head spun, tingles and
chills racing over his skin. This was the single hottest thing he’d ever done.
His eyes locked onto Eric’s mouth wrapped around Jesse’s dick, his face so
close to where Don slammed down into Jesse’s body over and over again. Every
time Don bottomed out, Jesse tightened around him. He was driving Don crazy.
Troy’s mouth moved lower and
lower on Don’s back, meandering right and left, over his spine, along a love
handle, across a kidney. Then Troy’s tongue swirled around and swabbed Don’s
tailbone.
“Oh Christ! Don’t. I’ll come,”
Don groaned.
It had been so long since Don
had real sex, and Jesse felt incredible. Eric’s icy blue eyes swiveled up to
stare at Don. The little fucker grinned around Jesse’s dick. The assault on his
body and senses was just too much. Clenching his teeth, Don let the world
spiral away. Pleasure rushed up like a warm blanket to cover and smother him as
he came into the condom.
Reality returned as Don caught
his breath, his senses coming back online one at a time. He felt strangely
disconnected. Then Troy licked him again. His hot wet tongue disappeared and
Troy’s entire body pressed against Don’s back, his mouth by Don’s ear.
“Get rid of that condom. Your
ass is mine.”
Don was covered in sweat, still
tingly from his orgasm. He wasn’t sure he was up for another round. Then Troy’s
big hands palmed and kneaded Don’s ass.
“You know you want me to eat
you out.”
Don almost fainted. Kyle
hadn’t rimmed or topped Don in over a year. Jesse and Eric had collapsed,
boneless, on the couch; Don looked down at Jesse.
“You good?” Don asked.
“Oh yeah,” Jesse breathed.
“You’re kidding, right?” Eric
smirked. “He came twice.”
Jesse’s cheeks turned pink as
the men chuckled. Don bent down and brushed his mouth over Jesse’s. Troy took
advantage of Don’s position and gripped Don’s soft ass cheeks, spreading him
wide. Before Don had even finished kissing Jesse, Troy’s tongue swiped over
Don’s tight little hole.
“Oh sweet God!” Don arched
his hips and shoved his ass back.
“Yeah… that’s what I
thought.” Troy’s chuckle was low and evil. He wiped his chin, grabbed Don by
the hips, and pulled him up into an embrace. “Come on.”
Don went without an argument.
Troy motioned and Eric hopped off the sofa, following them to the center of the
room.
“You know what to do,” Troy
said. Eric nodded. “And you,” Troy tapped Don’s ass, “need to relax. You’re way
too tense.”
Don was so surprised that he
laughed. The last thing he considered himself was tense. Troy hauled him close,
his sexy black chest fur rubbing against Don’s chest and his hard dick poking
Don’s hip. Both men moaned. Don reached down and wrapped his fingers around
Troy’s silky shaft, loving the weight of it in his hand.
Arms over Don’s shoulders,
Troy applied gentle pressure until Don went down on his knees, then Troy turned
and followed him down. It was a little
awkward being on the floor, and damn cold with the air conditioning on high,
but when Troy’s tongue traced the upper curve of his ass, Don’s entire body
flushed hotter than Hades.
“I like the sounds he makes,”
Eric said.
“If you can talk, you’re not
doing your job,” Troy snapped, his tongue scant inches from where Don wanted it
most.
Eric slid under Don and quick
as a snake strike, he swallowed Don’s semi-erect cock to the root. Don yelped
and cursed. Troy spread Don wide again and teased the soft puckered flesh
around his hole with the tip of his tongue. God … the sensation of it! That
soft, wet heat slowly penetrating him as Troy worked his tongue past the tight
ring of muscle …
“He’s hard again.” Eric’s
hand circled Don’s thick cock. In one calculated motion, Eric slid Don’s cock into
his mouth and down his throat.
Troy mumbled something Don
didn’t hear before grabbing the lube. One long finger slid effortlessly deep
and plunged in and out as Troy licked and sucked, his tongue spearing into Don
like he was a condemned man’s last supper.
Nothing could feel better
than what Troy and Eric were doing. Don blushed bright red as he heard the
sounds he was making, rocking on his knees between the two men.
“You look so fucking hot.”
Don looked up to see Jesse,
nude and beautiful, standing over him as he pulled and stroked a very nice erection.
Don didn’t even think; he opened his mouth and accepted Jesse’s perfect dick.
“Don’t bite him.”
It was the only warning Don
got. The latex-covered tip of Troy’s cock replaced his mouth and pressed into Don’s
open, well-rimmed hole. Eric’s sucking intensified, and Don bore down, pushing
back to meet Troy as he tried to escape Eric’s mouth. He didn’t want to come
yet, for Christ’s sake, and the boy had a mouth like a Dyson.
“Suck me, baby.” Jesse ran
his fingers through Don’s hair. “God, you’ve got a hot fucking mouth.”
Don held on to Jesse’s hips
as Troy slid balls deep. Troy wasted no time finding a rhythm, and Don got lost
in the fuck. His body moved mindlessly, impaling itself on Troy, fucking Eric’s
mouth, and sucking Jesse.
Jesse came first, pulling
free of Don’s mouth with a gasping sigh. His first shot hit Don right across
the throat, the heat of it like a whip’s lash. He caught the next spurt of
salty sweet pleasure on his tongue, but the last few didn’t have the distance
and fell to the floor.
Jesse’s orgasm triggered
Don’s. Like a fire in the pit of his stomach, as soon as it got oxygen, it roared
to life and consumed him. Don came so hard little black dots danced in his
field of vision. Eric choked as Don spurted into his throat again and again.
Troy pulled free of Don’s
body in a move that left him feeling empty. The condom hit the floor with a wet
splat and another warm, fragrant load landed on the small of Don’s back.
The four men sat on the floor getting their breath back. The
whole living room reeked of male sex. Don had the passing thought that he
needed to clean the carpet and do something with the condoms. Then he wondered
if Eric ever had an orgasm, and glanced over to see Troy kissing him, slow and
deep, their entwined fingers running through a sticky puddle on Eric’s belly.
So that was a yes.
“You guys want a shower?” Don
stood up. Jesse eyed him. How had Don missed the curved barbell through Jesse’s
navel? He was damn sexy.
“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”
Troy stood and pulled Eric up. “Then we gotta get back to the shop. We’re uh,
gonna have to bill for extra time out here.”
Don laughed at the look on
Jesse’s face. The insurance adjuster sighed. “Yeah … OK. Put it down to storm complications.”
“You got it.”
Don showed them to the
bathroom and got them towels. When he got back to the living room, it was
empty, no sign of Jesse anywhere. Don surveyed the mess he still had to clean
up and saw a pink form on the antique buffet table. Jesse’s business card lay
on top of it. He picked it up and flipped it over. Yep: a phone number in a
pretty, loopy scrawl with, “In case you need anything!” written underneath it.
Losing that card wasn’t even
an option.
Don tucked the card in his
wallet. Just as he’d finished putting the room to rights, Troy and Eric
emerged. Troy very professionally gave Don a receipt.
“Thirty day guarantee on
parts and labor.” He smirked at Don. “I personally guarantee customer
satisfaction.”
Don laughed, and shook Troy’s
hand when he offered it. Once again Troy shook hands like it was some kind of
naughty foreplay. He and Eric strode out into the early afternoon sun. Don shut
the door behind them.
For several long seconds he
leaned against the door with his eyes closed. Then he stood up and shook his
head. His phone rang, with a glance at the display, he saw his husband was
calling.
“Hey!”
“Hi honey,” Kyle said. “How
are you?”
“I’m good.” Don glanced down
and wrinkled his nose. “I need a shower.”
“Didn’t you take one this
morning?”
“Yeah….”
“Did Bryan or Chuck send
anybody by?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“So we have A/C?”
“Affirmative, sir.”
Kyle laughed. “You’re in a
weird mood.”
“You have no idea.”
“I bet I do.”
“You think?” Don couldn’t keep
the skepticism from his voice.
“Uh huh. Bryan promised he’d
send somebody special to service you, baby.”
“Uh…” Don blinked, surprise
mingling with shock. Kyle… planned it all?
“So you had a good morning?”
“Yeah,” Don murmured. “I have a story for you
when you get home.”
“I can’t wait.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, Donny. So, so
much.”
Don ended the call, and with
a smile, went to take another long, hot shower in the icy cold air
conditioning.
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