First up, for Plum Celestial Moon, is a tale of John the leather daddy who really wants to bottom....
My inspiration can be found here and here. Enjoy!!
The pub was crowded, as it always was on a Friday night. By ten the crowd would have thinned out a little as the younger folk disappeared off to various clubs, thank god. Fuck, thought John, sometimes he felt every one of his forty years. When did that happen? When did he go from being the one in the club dancing and fucking til dawn, to being the one in the pub wishing for the crowd to leave? He didn’t miss the dancing, but sometimes he really missed the fucking. Trouble was, he’d realised a while back, that a fumble and shag with complete strangers just wasn’t working for him anymore. Frankly his hand, a dildo and a bit of Colby porn got the job done just as well. Maybe it was a mid-life crisis but he wanted more from a man than just a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Stick another one in there love,” he told Shelly the barmaid, “and have one yourself.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” Shelly pulled him a pint of his favourite bitter and took a shot of gin and juice for herself. “So, how’s it going love, you and Cole worked it out yet?”
John parked his arse on a bar-stool and sighed. “Ain’t going to happen love. I’m far too old for him and...” he trailed off. It really wasn’t the place to discuss his sexual preferences, or the fact that he was a six foot two, leather-wearing daddy who liked nothing more than spreading his legs and having his hole filled. Nobody ever looked at him and saw bottom. Really, Shelly did not need to know all that.
“And?” Shelly ignored the queue forming while she waited for his answer.
“And nothing. I’m just not his type.”
Raising her carefully plucked eyebrows Shelly shrugged. “I wouldn’t be so sure,” she said, before turning to the line of waiting customers.
Cole. Cole, Cole, Cole. The bane of John’s life at the moment. A hydraulics expert used by John’s welding company; he’d been a presence in their workshop everyday for over six months. That had meant about roughly five months and twenty-nine days of lusting on John’s part. The fact that Cole was gay as well made it even worse in a way – like a tantalising fruit just out of reach. More than ten years younger, toned rather than muscle-bound, and several inches shorter than John, the man was as hot as fuck and a total bottom. John didn’t want to stereo-type, he hated when people did that to him, but there was no-way Cole would want to top him, no matter how many wet dreams he’d had at the thought. Once he’d convinced the rest of his workers that just because they were both gay didn’t mean they were going to end up shagging, he’d had to spend the rest of the time convincing himself the same thing.
Grabbing his pint he nodded to Shelly and wove his way through the crowds, keeping an eye out for any familiar faces. It was the local so he knew a good proportion of the people in there, didn’t mean he wanted to spend time with most of them though. Fuck was he getting grumpy in his old age. Maybe Shane would be here, or Ade, at least he could have a decent conversation with them. Just as he thought it, he spotted Shane and headed over to the already crowded table.
Damn. Talk of the devil and he’d appear. Sitting next to Ade, perched on the end of a bench, was Cole. In his tight jeans and skimpy leather vest he looked hot as all buggery and John’s dick twitched in hope. Down boy, he thought. It ain’t gonna happen.
“John!” Shane greeted him, “might’ve known you’d appear just as I was about to get a round in. What’re you drinking.”
“Pint of bitter mate.” John downed the last of his previous pint.
“Hi John.” Cole looked up at him and John felt his groin tighten again. Was he wearing eyeliner? He groaned internally. Man he was so fucking hot.
“Shove up Ade,” Cole said. “Sit here John.” So John did, instantly aware of every inch of thigh that was wedged up against Cole.
Start it simple Cole, Cole told himself. God knows he’d spent six months trying to get this guy’s attention, if he didn’t get it tonight he was just going to have to give up, no matter how much he wanted the other man. Sometimes you had to get your pride back. Tonight was his last ditch effort. He’d gone all out and worn his sexiest gear, even if he did feel a bit of a twat sitting in the pub in what was essentially clubbing clothes. He’d be alright for another hour or so, until the pubs clubbers cleared off, then he’d stand out like a sore thumb amongst the well worn jeans and T-shirt brigade. Even John in his leather biker trousers and jacket looked like he fitted in better than Cole. If it meant he got John to shag him, it was worth the humiliation though.
“I managed to get that pipe work fitted up,” John was saying, “it’ll be ready for you to work on come Monday.” Cole nodded. Work talk, it might be boring to some, but he took pride in what he did and knew John appreciated the hours he put in to get a job finished. Most of the men in the work-shop did a bit of overtime, but more often than not it was him and John working late to try and get a job out on time.
Cole welcomed this. John was the boss, too many times he’d been with firms where the boss was the last in and first out, and then all pissed off when a job wasn’t finished on time. John led by example, never expected more of his men than he was willing to give and understood family obligations...especially his workers with small children. He was as fair a man as Cole had ever met and this formed a huge part of Cole’s attraction to him. God, the evenings they’d been alone in the workshop, John working hard to try and solve a tricky problem and get a machine out on time. He looked so damn hot in his overalls, with dirt and grime smeared all over him. The times he’d thought of taking him home and washing every last inch of him.... Cole stopped that train of thought before it started, a boner in skin tight jeans was agony.
Okay, so last chance, time to get flirting, fuck knows he’d even bottom for this guy and that NEVER happened.
“So that last pipe, it was a tight fit I had to grease it really well to get it in.” Cole knew it was a random statement but he was done with subtle. John looked up from where his gaze was fixed on the dark dregs of liquid in his glass.
Cole shrugged, moved closer and said, “You know, any big pipe that needs to fit in a tight hole. It can be tricky but use lots of lubricant and it is also....” He raised one eyebrow, brought his bottle of beer up to his mouth and took a swig, making sure he sucked round the top of the bottle in a way that was overtly suggestive. Not really a good move in a pub teeming with straight men. Thank god he had his back to the majority of the room and John was built like a brick shit house, cos he didn’t feel like getting his head kicked in tonight. Not that any of the blokes he was sat with could give a flying fuck who he fucked but...yeah, it might be 2014, but not everyone was quite so this century. There were twats everywhere he’d come to realise over the years, ignorant and afraid of the unknown. Pushing the thought out his head he concentrated on giving head to the bottle he was holding.
“Cole you wanker, are you trying to get us in a fight?”
Damn, he’d just caught John’s interest when Lee broke his attention to the task in hand. Ignoring Lee he moved the bottle away from his lips and murmured just loud enough for John to hear. “Of course holes and pipes are perhaps more your area of expertise, say I had a problem...would you be willing to help me out?”
The groan that John was unable to contain caused Cole’s dick to harden even more. He really needed to invest in less tight jeans. “Is that a yes? I...wouldn’t want an amateur doing this job. I need a professional.”
“Did you just call John a pro? Like a prostitute?”asked Ade, who always thought he was Ricky fucking Gervais after a couple of drinks. Cole was going to kill the wanker.
“He asked for a professional opinion on a job he needs doing. Which is why he asked me not you, cos he’s seen that half-arsed shit you call welding and knows my five year old niece could do better with half an hour’s instruction?” John didn’t raise his voice, but everybody knew that was all that would be said on the topic, at least within ear shot.
“I happen to be an expert.” Cole shivered at the words spoken so low only he could hear them. “I’m just wondering if I’m really the right person. I’m sure if you...kept looking...you’d find someone better.”
“Oh no. I’ve found the best, he just doesn’t do subtle apparently.” John harrumphed at that. “So, shall we go somewhere so I can show you the problem?” Cole asked, shivering at the sight of John’s intense gaze.
“If you’re sure, I’m definitely the man for the job.
John followed Cole out of the pub. Fuck morals and subtlety...tonight he’d hopefully fuck Cole. As much as he wanted the other man in him, he was willing to take any contact at all at this point, a guy couldn’t walk around as hot as all buggery and not expect a man to get turned on.
“My flat’s not far,” he said turning to Cole, “five minutes walking tops.”
“Lead the way.” So John did. He took the outside stairs to his flat above the gift shop and fumbled with the key in the lock. Cole’s hands, roaming round the tight leather clad across his arse, were not helping. God his touch felt good. After a lifetime he managed to get the door open and led the way into the small entrance hall. He’d barely shut the door when Cole had spun him round and pushed him smack against the wall. A hand found his crotch and rubbed the hardening mass there as a mouth closed over his. Despite his gentle appearance Cole was anything but. He bit at John’s lips and swept his tongue deep inside his mouth pushing his body hard against him. John’s insides turned to jelly as he let the other man take the lead.
“Bedroom?” The question was gruff, muttered between kisses as Cole’s fingers roughly tweaked John’s nipples. John pointed wordlessly to the bedroom door and followed Cole through.
Cole pushed him to the bed and followed him down, rutting against him like a dog in heat. “God you feel good.” The words floated into his mouth on a breath tasting of beer and man. He closed his eyes and moaned. Cole was so freaking hot like this.
“We need to get some of these clothes off,” John said, finally remembering how to talk. It had been far too long. How had ever thought that a dildo and hand could ever compare to the touch of another man.
“I agree.” John slid his hands under the leather vest Cole was wearing and pulled it up over his head. Every muscle underneath was smooth and defined. Not huge and bulging, but toned and so damn beautiful. He moved his hands up, skimming over a pierced nipple and causing the most delightful noise to be uttered from Cole’s mouth. Deciding he wanted to hear more of that, he pulled the other man back down and sucked the small nub, teasing the piercing with his teeth. Thrusting up, needing some kind of contact with his groin.
“We still need to do something about these clothes,” Cole uttered eventually. “As much as I like this, these jeans are going to be a pain to get off if I come in them first.” The thought that Cole was that turned on had John seriously close to coming in his own trousers.
Impatiently, they pulled at each other’s clothes, pulling off jeans and leather and well worn T-shirts. John had barely had time to appraise the beauty of Cole’s naked form, when a hot mouth closed over his dick, sucking and teasing like an expert. Teeth worried at the foreskin then lips pushed it back, sucking and tonguing the sensitive head beneath. John arched up into the touch, barely aware of his hands tugging the other man’s hair.
“Fuck I’d like to feel you inside me.” John couldn’t stop the words from spilling out and Cole stopped what he was doing.
Letting the hard dick slip from his lips he said, “You do?”
“So much. But don’t worry, I’ll top.” At that point in time, he needed Cole any way he could have him.
“No you fucking won’t. There is nothing I want more than to be buried balls deep in your arse.” John felt Cole’s cock throb as he said the words and moaned.
In answer Cole pushed up John’s legs and tongued the sensitive flesh of his balls. Heart pounding in his chest John gasped as the tongue trailed lower, until it was pushing against his opening. John’s whole body quivered as the strong muscle breached the entrance, pushing inside his body. Tongue and teeth teased and tormented until John was trembling with need and his cock was dripping with pre-come.
Cole pulled away and claimed his mouth again, kissing roughly, urgent and needy. “Lube?” he asked, and John pulled a condom and lubricant from his bedside drawers. He’d not even had a chance to taste Cole himself, he realised vaguely as a hard cock pushed against him. He opened his legs wider and the smaller man thrust in, and pain, then pleasure soared through John’s body.
As his body adjusted to the intrusion he thrust up, loving the feel being so full and the slap of Cole’s balls on his backside. He repeated the action, meeting Cole thrust-for-thrust. As they found a rhythm, rough and hard and so fucking good, John started to lose all concept of time and place. Smooth skin, and deceptively gentle eyes. Lithe muscles and a sense of being in charge. John let go. Cole was the pleasure and the pain. Cole was the need and the cure.
He own dick pulsed and throbbed with want, yearning for Cole’s touch. He left it alone until he could stand it no more. As Cole’s eyes darkened, pupils blown, shrouded in lust, John let his fist circle his cock and pump hard. Blackness engulfed him. A void of nothing but pulsing pleasure. His cock and arse were all of him at that moment in time. And all of him belonged to the lithe man on top of him, sweating and shuddering in his own world of pleasure.
Cole jolted once more, then gripped tight to the condom as he pulled out of John. The guy was a bottom. Fuck him if every single one of his dreams hadn’t just come true. He found the bathroom, disposed of the johnny and grabbed a flannel to clean up John. As he made his way back to the bedroom he had to pause. The man was beautiful. Muscled and strong and a chest covered in hair that trailed down to a cock that could only be called impressive even in its current flaccid state. Cole remembered the fullness in his mouth and hoped he’d get the chance to taste it again. His eyes trailed to the thick thighs and curve of muscled arse. He was everything Cole had ever wanted in a man, one night was not going to be enough, that he knew already. There were far too many ways he still wanted him.
As images of John bent over, arse reddened by handprints, then on his knees mouth full of Cole’s cock flashed into his head, he groaned and moved forward. Passing the cloth to John he climbed in beside him, claiming another kiss – this one more gentle than lustful.
“Please tell me this isn’t a one off?” he asked, not caring if he sounded needy.
“It’d better bloody not be.” John chucked the flannel into his laundry basket and returned Cole’s kiss. “I have plenty of plans for you yet.”
Good, thought Cole. But I bet I’ve got more.