Page 13 of The Swap Masquerade

I tried to take everything in, the way their skin, slick with sweat, slid against each other, the way the gorgeous man stroked his partner’s cock, flicking his wrist when he reached the tip which elicited a guttural moan from the blond every single time. I took in the gorgeous man’s strong jaw line, the movement of his throat when he swallowed, and how long his eyelashes were as his eyes fluttered shut beneath the eyeholes of his mask.

The noises the blond was making began to change, signaling he was nearing the end. He folded himself back over the stool, burying his face in his arms, and letting out a long groan as his partner’s cock went hard and deep within him. I stood there, unable to move away, not that I wanted to anyway. This was without a doubt the most erotic experience of my life.

Before I knew what was happening, the sexy man beside me was gripping the back of my neck and pulling me in. I had just enough time to see the heated intention in his eyes before his lips slammed down over mine. Holy fucking shit! He was kissing me. I was being kissed. My very first kiss with a man.

My knees went weak, my head spinning out of control as he thrust his tongue inside my mouth and all I could think was FINALLY and YES. I had no idea what to do so I followed his lead, dipping and swirling my tongue around his and drinking him in. He tasted like the sweetest honey and I knew immediately it was a taste I could become addicted to.

I could feel his body rocking as he continued to fuck, but the blond faded away from my consciousness, along with everything else in the room. Nothing else existed outside the two of us. I never wanted the kiss to end, but then he did something I hadn’t been expecting. He latched onto my tongue and began sucking it as if it were a cock.

And that was all it took. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids, streaks of red, purple, blue, and green. My fingers curled around his bicep, my nails digging into his skin and I cried out as an orgasm, more powerful than anything I’d ever achieved on my own, crashed over me like waves against the rocks at high tide. I barely registered his grunt of surprise and the way his body’s movements sped up, his strong fingers gripping the back of my neck. Then he was moaning long and loud against my lips and holy hell, he was coming too.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw him staring at me, an odd expression in those gray orbs. I didn’t take the time to try and decipher what the look in his eyes might mean. Instead, I turned and ran, across the room, up the stairs, and out the front door, not stopping until I’d made it inside the safety of my car. My chest heaved with my labored breaths and I tore the mask off my face. The evening air immediately began to cool my skin.

It was impossible to make sense of everything I was feeling in that moment. In shock over my first sexual experience, embarrassed I’d come in my pants, jealous I hadn’t been the one beneath him…You name it, I was feeling it. Except that wasn’t exactly true. I reached up and flipped open the visor mirror so I could see my lips. They felt swollen and bruised and were still a little wet from the man’s kisses. I touched them almost reverently as I replayed that kiss in my mind. No, there was one thing I wasn’t feeling. I wasn’t feeling any regret.

Chapter 5

GAVIN

I leaned back in my chair and propped my feet up on the deck railing as I sipped my coffee and looked out over my back yard. A squirrel ran across the top of the wooden fence before leaping onto the low-hanging branch of a nearby tree. Minutes before, the morning sun had risen over the top of the neighbor’s roof and I sighed as I felt its warmth on my face. It was beginning to look like another beautiful day.

A door opening to my right grabbed my attention and I turned my head in time to see Mrs. Sweeny, dressed in a bathrobe, stepping out of her house with Muffin. Muffin was the Sweenys’ new dachshund puppy. They’d only had her about a month and were still working on the whole housebreaking thing. I watched as she walked to the middle of the yard, cooing softly to the wiggling pup before setting her down in the grass.

As Muffin got to work, sniffing all around for the perfect spot, Mrs. Sweeny glanced up, noticing me for the first time. She smiled and waved. “Good morning, Gavin!”

“Good morning to you too. How’s the training going?” I raised my cup, pointing it in the direction of the pup.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. She’ll do great for about three days, just long enough for us to think she’s figured it out, but then it’s right back to having accidents.”

“Aww, she’ll catch on eventually. She’s a smart one.”

As if to prove my point, Muffin turned around in a circle three times and then squatted. Mrs. Sweeny clapped her hands together excitedly. As soon as Muffin was finished, she swooped her up in her arms, kissing the puppy all over her face. She was beaming as she turned to wave goodbye. I could hear her praising Muffin as she headed back inside.

The sounds of the Donaldson family going through their morning routine could be heard through their open windows. With six children ranging in ages from fourteen to two and a half, they couldn’t help but be a loud and boisterous family. Soon, they’d be rushing out the door, late for whichever kid’s ballgame they needed to get to. Bill and Jackie were always rushing around to get the kids somewhere they needed to be. I wasn’t sure how they did it, but they seemed happy and so did the kids.

My thoughts turned to my two best friends. Soon, they’d have a baby of their own and then they’d be the ones chasing a small child around the house and taking them to doctor appointments and playdates. We’d FaceTimed the night before and they’d caught me up on everything that had been going on with them at work and with the adoption process. Their meeting with the baby’s birth mother had gone well and she’d confirmed that she indeed wanted them to have her baby. I was thrilled for them. They were genuinely good, honest, hardworking, and compassionate men and I knew they’d be incredible parents.

Seeing them on my phone the night before, I’d noticed a change in them. Of course, they were excited and happy, but there was something else that probably few people, other than me, would have picked up on since we’d known each other most of our lives. It was the way they looked at each other, the tone of voice when they talked to each other. It spoke of love and commitment that went way beyond their marriage vows. It was a new bond forged between two people who were committed to caring for another human being. A bond shared by two people who had so much love between them that they simply needed another person to share it all with.

Sitting there now, I wondered what it must be like to have your life, your very soul completely intertwined with another. What would it be like to share my life and my dreams with someone else? With a sigh, I stood up. Maybe someday I’d get a chance to find out, but for the time being, I had other things to focus on, one of which I was going to be late for if I didn’t get my ass in gear.

I walked back inside, setting my cup in the sink to wash later then emptied the last of the coffee pot into a travel mug. I would need all the caffeine I could get for the day I had planned. Building a house was grueling work but adding my students who would need to be taught what to do into the mix and I definitely had my work cut out for me. I didn’t mind the extra work though. Instead, I was looking forward to it. Having my students there simply meant that the project I’d worked so hard to put together was finally underway.

Smiling at the thought, I grabbed my keys off the counter and headed out the door. I was whistling as I climbed behind the wheel of my car and started the engine, but as I turned to back out of my driveway, something on the back seat caught my eye. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat as I recognized the mask I’d worn to the party.

The leather felt cool in my hands as I traced the red laced stitching along the edges with my thumb. Looking at it brought back a flood of memories from that night. The heat, the sweat, the sounds of sex rising above the sultry music. As usual, the party was top-notch. All the swap masquerades I’d ever been to had been held at exquisite homes, thrown by people who knew how to work hard and play even harder.

The latest party had been no different. Designer surroundings, expensive liquor, and plenty of sexy, male bodies to indulge in. Even with the number of parties I’d attended, there was never a shortage of new things to see. Guests were always coming up with creative and innovative ways to bring themselves and their partners the greatest pleasure and watching it all play out never failed to turn me on. Or at least it usually did.

This past Saturday, however, I’d struggled to get into any of it. Maybe it was from working a long week or perhaps it was because of my recent talk with Curtis and John, but whatever the reason, the party simply hadn’t been doing anything for me. Deep down, I knew I’d gone there hoping to meet someone I could connect with, but within a few minutes of talking to him, it was clear the man I’d been partnered with was not going to be it.

He’d been cute, with blond hair, green eyes, and a killer smile, but he also showed no interests outside of lifting weights. Which he talked about the entire time we wandered around the house. I’d been hoping a touch of voyeurism might help get me in the mood, but it was hard to concentrate with him going on about protein shakes and iron supplements right in my ear.

Finally, we’d ended up in the basement where I was finally able to get aroused by some of the kinkier things going on down there. Taking advantage of the moment and not wanting the night to be a total bust, I’d dragged my partner to a quiet corner and began making out with him. Suddenly, he was all hands and lips and tongue, and I’d had to spin him away from me when I’d felt my erection starting to wane. That’s when I saw him.

He was a few inches taller than me with short chestnut colored hair, tanned skin, as if he’d recently spent a lot of time outdoors, and nice, full lips that looked like they’d been designed specifically for kissing. His teal-toned shirt matched his mask flawlessly, the thin material hinting at the muscles beneath. His pants were tight, showing off his perfectly rounded butt and his legs seemed to go on for miles. Picturing those long limbs wrapped around my waist sent a jolt of lust straight to my cock and with that, I was ready to go.

At first, he’d seemed disturbed by whatever he’d been watching, but then he’d turned and the two of us had locked eyes. I had no idea who he was or what he truly looked like, hidden as we were beneath our masks, but there was something about him that made it impossible for me to look away. If tension could be cut with a knife, then it would take a fucking chainsaw to get through the force of our stare. I’d never experienced anything like it before in my life.

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