Happy happy Monday! Summer is heating up and so is Story Orgy. There are several goodies to share with you this week, so I’m going to just jump right to it. I hope you don’t mind.
The first is that right now is the Hot Summer Days free reads over at the GoodReads M/M Group. If you don’t already belong, you can go here… There are so many great authors participating, including myself. You don’t want to miss any of this yummy goodness, I guarantee that.
Next is that our very own Hank Edwards has a new Facebook page for his upcoming series Venom Valleys. Zombies and Cowboys...W00t! Be sure to drop in and pay a visit. Pssst…I “like” that page.
Ah yes. Guess what? Story Orgy needs your help. Another contest is underway and we’re sharing the fun in the anthology action with our readers!! It’s Christmas in July for the Story Orgy. We’re asking you to send in your three word prompt- person place and thing, for a Christmas themed antho to storyorgy(at)ymail(dot)com by July 31st.
Your SO authors will select their favorite prompt and spend the dog days of summer writing a seasonal romance using your prompts. Those who contribute the selected prompts will receive a copy of the anthology, prior to its release to the general public on Dec. 1st.
One entry per person will be accepted. Winners will be notified by email at the time of choice and announced the following Monday.
example: Person: dancer place: the mall thing: candy cane
Now, for a tidbit of news about my muse… (that has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?) JACK’S WAY IS OUT ON AUDIO on JULY 13th!! Woo-hoo! You heard me right –you can now LISTEN to Em’s tasty treat. Click on the link to go get your copy: Jack's Way - Audio. I’ll be first in line for this one!
Annnnd now…for Story Orgy Monday goodness!! This week’s picture prompt, selected by SO’s princess of pics, Jade has done it again! Check this one out. Mmm.
Whew! Moving right along…here’s the story you’ve been waiting for…
Grabbing his first aid kit, Clayton Frees blew three short blasts of his whistle to signal to Mitchell Landing, his fellow lifeguard, then dove into the water.
Clay heard the muffled echo as Mitch followed emergency protocol and blasted his whistle. One long blow signaled for the attention of the other swimmers. “Clear the pool! Get out of the pool!”
Clay’s emergency training was already underway as he assessed the situation. The swimmer’s body drifted listlessly, slowly sinking toward the bottom of the pool. He’s not breathing! Clay looped one arm under the victim’s pit and swam with all his might to poolside so Mitch could help raise the man’s body to a flat orange stretcher Mitch must have grabbed on his way to meet them.
Mitch secured the area and backed the crowd away as Clay checked the swimmer’s airway for obstructions.
He leaned over the man’s limp body to start resuscitation procedures but just as his lips touched the victim’s mouth, the guy’s eyes opened and a low sound vibrated against Clay’s lips. “Mmm.”
Mother fucker! It took every ounce of resolve Clay could muster to hold back his skyrocketing rage.
Propelling to his feet, Clay clenched his teeth and fury rumbled in his throat. “Mitch, I’m done here.” He flung the strap to the first aid kit over his shoulder and stormed off before he did something he would regret.
Clay stalked back around the pool to his assigned station and climbed up into his stand. Wound up and ready for the day to end, he drank his bottled water and watched Mitch deal with the trickster across the way. Okay. I still have a job to do. Focus. Clay talked himself down from the ledge he was on, drew in a deep breath, and put on his best smile.
“Excuse me, Sir. What time is it?” A young boy looked up with wide brown eyes, his brows scrunched slightly from the glare of the sun. “I’m supposed to meet mom at five.”
Leaning forward, Clay rested his elbows on his knees to get a little closer. “You better grab your goodies then. It looks like you and I both have less than ten minutes.” Clay smiled as the boy scampered away.
Peering across the pool, Clay saw that Mitch was more than ready to go. His replacement had already shown up. C’mon, Michelle. Where are you?
One more thorough scan for peril and Mitch already stood below Clay’s station, smiling wide behind dark sunglasses. “Tasha said Michelle is only a few minutes behind her. I’m headed for the shower. I’ll see you there.”
Clay’s entire body quivered. So fucking hot.
****
Clay heard the spray of a shower as he entered the locker room. Looking around, all he saw was a single stack of clothes on the bench and a towel hanging on a hook. “Mitch?”
“It’s me.” The man’s voice echoed off the tiled walls, sending tingly sensations all along Clay’s spine, making his heart skip a beat.
Mitch rounded the dividing wall wearing nothing but a pair of blue shower sandals. “We’re the only guys on duty today.” A naughty grin matched the gleam in his bright blue eyes. Ringlets of blond curled around his neck.
This guy is amazing. Every time Clay looked at Mitch, he couldn’t help but think of all the wonderful things he’d done and said. All the people he’d helped so selflessly. Not once had Clay ever heard Mitch complain, not even when stupid swimmers faked their own drowning.
“You’re like a Bald Eagle; courageous, independent, and strong. You know that?” Clay knew deep inside that Mitch was the one, a dream unfolding right before his eyes.
“And you’re the wind beneath my wings.” Mitch walked past with a wink, locked the door, and turned around. “So, where’s my breath of fresh air?”
Clay marveled at the splendor his Scandinavian friend presented as he swaggered toward him, water trickled from his hair along his chest to his nuts and down his leg. Leaving water to trail in the wake of his shoes.
Clay gazed at the inviting cock that swung to the left, then the right. “Are you even going to let me take a shower first?”
“Nope. We can both take one after I fuck that hot ass of yours.” Mitch stopped no more than a foot away.
Clay watched water pool under Mitch and run along the sloping tiles, headed for the drain. He immediately shimmied out of his Speedos.
“I know you want it. Your dick is bouncing around like a buoy in a storm.”
Clay surprised himself with his own eagerness. Reaching back with one hand and slapping his ass, he pointed with the other. “I want that beautiful cock as much as you want this sweet ass.”
Mitch took another step, closing the gap between them. The heat from Mitch’s stiff prick burned into Clay’s thigh.
“You remember the last time we did this?” Clay’s pitch dropped a notch.
“I sure do.” Mitch stepped forward with a grin, backing Clay with each step. “But this time you’re all mine.”
Flashes of the orgy set Clay’s desire ablaze. Memories of all the other guys fucking him on the bench just a few feet away made Clay’s head swim. The dizzying thoughts intensified his excitement as Mitch mashed his rigid cock into Clay’s. “Who needs all those other guys when I have you?”
Pinned against the wall, Clay slid down Mitch’s body until his face met the hot flesh of his lover. Clay reached between his legs and took his own cock in hand while he let Mitch’s thickness fill his mouth.
“Oh yes, suck that dick.”
Clay’s throat stretched around the stiffened flesh as Mitch leaned into him, trapping his head against the wall. Struggling to breathe through his nose, Clay groaned around the cock constricting his airway while still stroking his own.
Mitch’s long moan warned Clay. “You’re too damn good at that. I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”
Mitch pulled Clay up by his hair. “You know how you like it. Turn around.”
Clay turned to lean on the wall and spread his legs. “Fuck me hard and fast. Seed my ass.”
“That’s right. Stick your ass out.”
Clay felt Mitch’s warm spit run down into his ass crack, heating the nerves around his tender hole.
Bracing for the kind of fucking he knew was coming, the right side of Clay’s face chilled from the ceramic tiles on his warm suntanned skin.
“C’mon. Shove it in my tight hole.”
Without warning, Mitch speared his dick into Clay. “Bulls-eye!”
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Clay filled the locker room with breathy groans and heavy whispers.
Two long slow strokes drove Clay wild as his ass loosened to accommodate the ample amount of flesh filling the void.
“Oh God, you’re so damn tight.” Mitch’s hands held onto Clay’s waist as he increased his rhythm to a blinding speed, his hips snapping forward, skin slapping skin.
Through grunts of satisfaction, Mitch demanded, “Jack yourself off. Show me that load.”
“I won’t last. You’re too damned hot. You feel fucking incredible-”
Mitch insisted louder this time. “Hurry the fuck up. I can’t last either.”
Before Clay could even grab his own dick, Mitch had already reached around and palmed it himself.
“Holy shit! Fuck yes.” Clay whimpered as Mitch pummeled his gland in time with each stroke of his hand.
Clay’s whole body shuddered and his legs felt as though they would collapse. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Mitch grunted with one final thrust and Clay painted the aqua-blue tiles a milky pearl white as his ass caught fire from the pulsing cock deep in his bowels, releasing the cum Clay needed so badly.
Clay felt Mitch’s cock twitching its way to flaccidity as it slipped from his asshole. He turned around, cupped Mitch’s face into his hands and peered deep into blue eyes.
“Does this mean I’m cooking dinner tonight?”
~The End~
Holy hot summer days! I could go for a locker room buffet right about now…oh yeeeah *ahem*. Okay, follow me. The fun has just begun. It’s not an orgy unless you partake of all the other’s tasty treats. Let’s go – just click on the links:
Whooohoo- time to swap out this coffee for something a little cooler...like a bucket of ice water... Great story JR!
ReplyDeleteYep, yep...stellar as always, my muse! Love your boys...and I love the little taste of home and HEA for them at the end!!
ReplyDeleteDammit, I never even THOUGHT about faking a drowning at our city pool. Son of a ... oh well, at least I got to read a sizzling story today. Goes right well with this heat. Whew!
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