Page 27 of Gay Sex Club Collection

Anthony smiled, seemingly pleased by this compliment, and they started to dance again. . They pressed their bodies together from thigh to chest, wrapped their arms around each other so not a sliver of light got between them.

Ethan pulled back a little and looked down at Anthony. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Anthony whispered back, and when Ethan did, Anthony melted into him. I knew that feeling well. Of being kissed so perfectly, all you can do is melt. Anthony leaned into him, and Ethan being the taller of the two, held Anthony against him and kissed him for all his worth.

When they finally broke apart, I wondered if the power play had swapped sides. Anthony was dreamy-eyed and had kiss-swollen lips, and Ethan looked as though he knew damn well what he was doing kissing him like that.

But then Anthony slid a hand down between them and gripped Ethan’s huge cock through his breeches. He was clearly packing some serious inches because Anthony glanced up at him, his eyes wide and hungry. “Fuck.”

Ethan smiled knowingly. “Think you can take all of me?”

Anthony licked his lips. “Fuck yes.”

“Do you want it now?”

Anthony shook his head slowly. “You haven’t earned my ass yet.”

Ethan groaned, a turned on and frustrated sound. He turned Anthony around so he faced another couple who were fucking over a padded bench. Ethan gripped Anthony’s hips and pulled his ass against the ridgeline in his breeches. “Watch them,” he whispered in Anthony’s ear. He slowly rolled his hips. “They’re really hot. But I can fuck you better than that.”

Anthony’s head fell back against Ethan’s chest as he rocked his hips. He was hard now, a thick line of cock ran across his hip under his breeches. “Do you think so?”

“I know so.” Ethan’s voice was low and husky. “You’ll be so full of cock you’ll forget your own name.”

Anthony moaned and rolled his hips, rubbing his ass over Ethan’s cock.

“I’ll be up to my balls inside you,” Ethan told him. “And you’ll love every fucking inch.”

Anthony gasped, and Ethan gripped his hips harder. “Watch them fuck,” Ethan told him, his lips at Anthony’s ear. The couple on the padded bench had quite an audience now; the top straddled the bench and the bottom rode him, reverse cowboy. “He loves that dick in his ass,” Ethan said, “see the look on his face when it slides in and out. But that’s just a fuck. You know there’s more than just fucking to the act of sex, right? It’s about the whole body.”

Anthony nodded, rubbing his ass over the front Ethan’s breeches. “Do you want my whole body, or just my ass?”

Ethan smiled as he kissed Anthony’s neck. “If you grant me permission, I will worship every inch of you.”

Anthony swallowed hard.

“Do I have your permission?” Ethan asked. “Will you grant me your body?”

Anthony nodded, and Ethan spun him around and kissed him, hard. He wrapped his arms around him and I could see Ethan’s tongue delve into Anthony’s mouth. They kissed passionately where they stood on the dance floor, with wandering hands and rocking hips. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless.

“I want you on the bed,” Ethan said. “That way I can maneuver your body and find the spots that turn you on.”

Anthony bit his lip and nodded.

“And when I’m done with you, you’ll be thoroughly fucked,” Ethan murmured. He ran his hands up Anthony’s sides, over his chest, up his neck, and held his face in both hands. Their mouths almost touching. “I’ll fill you with so much cock and so much cum, and when I’m done, I’ll fuck you some more.”

Anthony’s eyes closed and his body melted into Ethan’s. “Yes.”

Ethan kissed him deeply but softer this time. And when the kiss ended, Ethan took Anthony’s hand and led him to the bed.

It was a king-sized centerpiece, with a supply of lubricants tossed onto the mattress—sturdy dark wood and a plain mattress fitted with a light protective cover that would be changed several times during the night. There was no other bedding. There was no need for them. This bed only had one purpose.

Anthony stood at the foot of the bed, facing the mattress, and Ethan stood behind him. He lifted up one of Anthony’s arms so it bent over his head, then Ethan ran his hands over Anthony’s chest, down to his slim waist, and grinded his cock against his ass. He kissed the back of Anthony’s neck. “Turn around.”

Anthony did.

One by one, Ethan undid Anthony’s shirt buttons, like each one was more prized than the last. His chest was bare and pale, and Ethan’s hands looked big and wide as they skimmed over the skin. Ethan thumbed Anthony’s nipples and bent down to lavish the pebbled flesh in his mouth. Finishing with his nipple, Ethan kissed up to gently scrape his teeth along Anthony’s collarbone.

Anthony’s head fell back as he allowed himself to just feel, but his hands were now fists in Ethan’s shirt. He was wanting now, pliable putty in Ethan’s very capable hands.

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