Making It Personal by Wells, C. (best non fiction books of all time txt) 📗

night.” He smiled widely and winked. “You’re so Ben and Oli’s type.” He looked at Will. “You have excellent taste, boy.”

Will gave Blake an apologetic look. “You’ll have to forgive Stephen. He finds it so difficult to rein in his inner Dom.” He grinned at Stephen who beamed.

“Come on in, you two. It’s freezing out here.” Stephen rubbed his arms vigorously. “Only ten days till Christmas, after all.” They stepped into the warm hallway and Stephen closed the heavy, ornate wooden door behind them. He led them toward the rear of the house. Blake could already hear the low, heavily percussive music which pulsed from the room. Once inside, Stephen directed them to several tables in the corner. “You can deposit your clothes there. As you can see, the party’s already started.”

Blake felt a brief stab of anxiety. This was really going to happen. Then he caught sight of Will’s face. Will was regarding him with such a warm look of understanding that it made his heart flutter. You can do this. Do it for Will. He gazed around the room with interest. The first thing that struck him was the smell. The air was redolent with the smell of leather and sweat—and something else. He sniffed up carefully. It reminded him of a cross between dirty sweat socks and something vaguely medicinal.

Will smirked and leaned closer. “Poppers, babe.” Aha. Ben spotted open cabinets piled high with towels, bottles of lube and various diverse toys. There were mirrors strategically placed around the room, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of plastic. A mini fridge stood in the corner.

There was little furniture in the room. What caught his eye immediately was the sling, suspended from a large, sturdy metal frame. What was even more eye-catching was the sling’s occupant. A stocky man, his chest a thick mat of hair, lay suspended in it, his feet in stirrups. His head lolled back as another tall man fed him his dick. Blake watched, mesmerized as the guy in the sling swallowed his dick whole: he could see his throat working as his partner thrust deep into him. But the most intriguing thing was what was taking place at the other end of the sling. Another man was slowly pushing a little white ball, which for all the world resembled a tiny snowball, into his anus.

“What is he doing?” Blake whispered, unable to look away. He’d never seen anything like this on his DVDs.

Will brought his mouth to Blake’s ear. “You know what Crisco is?” Blake nodded. “Well, they make it up into little balls and wrap them up, then put them in the fridge. It feels great when it’s shoved inside you and it’s really cold. But then it melts and voilà, you’re ready to rock ‘n’ roll.” Blake gave a chuckle. Now that was ingenious. But the sound died in his throat as he watched the guy encase his dick in a condom and then thrust into his suspended partner. The man in the sling groaned around the thick cock that filled his throat, his groans punctuated by each punishing thrust of the third guy’s shaft.

Blake dragged his eyes away from the sight and peered around the room. The lighting was low but enough to make out the varied activities taking place. In another corner, on a wide seat, a couple were heavily engrossed in kissing and touching each other. They still wore their underwear, but as Blake watched, their hands slid under tight fabric to caress prominent erections which were then pulled free. Any clothing didn’t stay on long after that.

Another couple were using a piece of equipment which resembled a picnic table, except that it was padded on the central raised bed with two pads on the lower sections. One guy had his knees there, his belly resting against the upper section. His wrists were shackled to the frame, his arse tilted high as another man plowed into him, grunting as he went balls-deep, his partner crying out in hoarse pleasure at each thrust. Blake was mesmerized.

All of a sudden he realized Will was tugging at him. “Clothes, Blake. You’re wearing far too many clothes.” Will’s eyes danced with amusement. Embarrassed to be caught ogling, Blake got out of his jeans, sweater and socks, leaving on his briefs. Beside him, Will stripped out of his clothes. With a shock, Blake saw that he’d gone commando. What was more interesting was that Will wasn’t hard.

“You okay?” Blake said in a low tone.

Will gazed into his eyes for a moment and then led him by the hand to a free standing bed, devoid of bedding. He pulled Blake onto the bed and wrapped his arms around him, stroking up his back. “Been waiting so long to do this again. Kiss me, babe.” Oh God. That husky voice went straight to Blake’s cock which hardened, pushing at the fabric of his briefs. Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, Blake sinking into it immediately. God, he’d missed this. Blake caressed Will’s body down to where his cock rose up now, thick and hard. Better. Will pushed into his hand, hips rocking as their kiss grew more intense.

A slick hand suddenly insinuated itself around Blake’s dick. He jumped slightly and broke the kiss with a gasp. Will let out a low noise of disappointment.

“Nice cock, really nice.” A rich, sexy voice spoke into Blake’s ear as that hand continued to tug him, flogging him gently. Blake was shocked into stillness. Will stared beyond him to the owner of the voice.

“Oli,” Will moaned softly. Before Blake could react, he was pulled gently onto his back, coming face to face with a nude young man maybe in his mid-twenties, with brown hair. Oli’s gaze traveled up and down his body, eyes hooded with lust.

“You must be Blake.” Before Blake could utter a word, his mouth was taken in a bruising kiss as Oli explored him greedily. The young man joined him on the