[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
Too painfully shy to approach men on his own, Curtis Carmody seeks the dating service’s help and is matched with Corey Atwood. Well-suited, they bond quickly and fall in love. But Corey is a public speaker, and Curtis is cowed by the public contact involved in banquet speeches and back-of-room sales.
Afraid that he is holding Corey back, Curtis contemplates breaking up with the man he loves so much. Corey suggests he try hypnosis to cure him of his affliction, and though several other supposed remedies have failed, Curtis agrees to give it a try.
He accompanies Corey on a trip to New York, where Corey is to give his biggest and most important speech yet. They have a wonderful mini-vacation, but Curtis is haunted by his concern that he is holding Corey back in his career. Then, the afternoon before the speech, Corey gets sick and develops laryngitis! Curtis has an audacious plan…but can he pull it off?
A Siren Erotic Romance
When they arrived at the auditorium at seven-thirty, Ben Winkler, in charge of the event, met them and introduced himself. A perfectly considerate gentleman, Ben made sure to include Curtis in his conversation and not leave him standing on the sidelines, ignored. “Are you a motivational speaker, too?” Ben asked.
“No, I’m not,” said Curtis, uncomfortable even in this one-on-one.
“No, not that either. I handcraft wooden windup toys for kids and unique fishing lures for fishermen and women.”
“Wow. How did you get into that?” Ben asked, and Curtis found himself in the position of having to answer at some length. But, as often happened, once he started talking, he got more comfortable, and talking about his career was a familiar subject that he warmed to with increasing enthusiasm as he went on. He talked at some length about the windup toys in particular.
“Wow,” Ben said again. “That’s quite a story. I bet you’d be a good speaker, too. Would you like to come address our group sometime in the future? I could find a spot in the calendar in a few months. Say, March?”
“Oh, I don’t do speeches!” Curtis was wide-eyed with fear as he answered.
“But you could. Think about it. Don’t just turn me down. Say ‘maybe,’ and we can talk again in a few weeks. Can I reach you through Curtis? This could be the start of a whole new sideline for you.”
The prospect terrified him, and that fear haunted him all through the rest of the evening. He missed huge chunks of Corey’s speech for obsessing over the worry that somehow Ben would demand that he give a speech, even though he knew that was a silly fear.
Of course, Curtis had heard Corey’s speech before, anyhow. Not only had Corey given essentially the same speech, with just a few minor modifications, a couple of weeks earlier, but he had practiced it at home countless times, with Curtis playing the part of the audience. Curtis almost knew the speech by heart!
When the talk was over, it came time to sell and sign books. Corey had set up his books on a table in the back of the room before the speech, and now he and Curtis moved to the back to wait for people to come talk to Corey and, hopefully, buy copies of his book. Curtis sat off to the side, watching but not taking part in the conversations and transactions. Nonetheless, a few people who were waiting their turns came up to him to ask if he was with Corey and then went on to engage him in further conversation. Curtis was very uncomfortable and wished he could make himself invisible.
At last, the last person had left the auditorium, and Curtis rejoined Corey to help him pack up the unsold books. “How did it go?” he asked.
Curtis put his hand out flat and waggled it side to side. “So-so,” he said. “Not great, not awful. I had hoped to sell more copies, but between what I sold and what they’re paying me, I covered our weekend expenses—the inn, food, skating, gasoline…. So I’d say we made out all right. We got a weekend minivacation that, in effect, didn’t cost us anything.”
“Thank you again for the weekend,” Curtis said, but instead of feeling up, he was feeling very glum. Haunted by his own reaction when Ben had suggested he give a speech, and aware that he could have been of help to Corey in the back-of-the-room sales if he hadn’t quailed from the public contact, Curtis was feeling very down on himself. In fact, he was even questioning his whole relationship with Corey. As wonderful as Corey was, he deserved a lover who could be a fully participating partner, who could be right there at his side, helping him with more than just carrying books to and from the car. This was something Curtis was sure he could never, never, never offer Corey. He felt like a failure. He felt like he was a drag on Corey. And he felt guilty. By remaining with Corey, was he holding him back from meeting someone better, someone who could offer all the things Curtis could not?
He went to bed that night with a very heavy heart.
Cupping Corey’s balls, Curtis hefted them in his palm. He enjoyed the squishy feel of the roiling mass as the hair-sprinkled sac lay against the ticklish skin of his hand. “Blow me. Suck me. I can’t take this!” Corey groaned in terrible need. Taking pity, Curtis returned his lips to the swollen crown of Corey’s hyperinflated cock.
But before he began to suck, he first had to loll his tongue around Corey’s corona. Curtis’s indolent tongue took its time bringing sweet, sexy sensations to Corey’s writhing body, but at last he’d had his fill of feeling his ridge, his snaking veins, his taut-skinned crown, and the bloated shaft of his cock, and he enveloped Corey’s apple-like knob within his lips’ grip and compressed his mouth tightly around a point about one-third of the way down his spongy stalk.
“Yessss!” Corey exulted. “Oh, oh god, yes, suck it! Suck it! Blow me!”
And Curtis did. He sucked. He started his slow but inexorable trip down Corey’s broad, thick, swollen dick until his lips were kissing the base of his stalk. And then he sucked his way back up again.
“Faster!” Corey urged.
But Curtis ignored him. He kept his lips tight and his suction deep, but Curtis moved excruciatingly slowly as his lips traversed the length of Corey’s dick from tip to base and back again.
Corey tried to take control of the act. He tried to raise the rate at which his greedy dick galloped in and out of Curtis’s mouth. Stuffing his gullet with his rampaging dick, Corey crammed Curtis full and shoved in as deep as he could get. But Curtis wouldn’t let him set the pace.
At length, however, Curtis relented, not because of Corey’s insistent urgings but entirely at the whim of his own need. He was growing increasingly horny and was desperate to bury his dick in either one of Corey’s hot holes. Although he hadn’t quite made up his mind which hole he wanted to claim as his prize, he knew that he had to get Corey off before he could satisfy his own need.
For a minute or two, he concentrated on Corey’s dickhead, while wrapping his hand around the shaft of Corey’s dick. As he sucked the bulbous corona and lapped it with his tongue, his hand demandingly jacked Corey’s shaft. But when he felt Corey’s dick start to swell with impending orgasm, he released his choke hold on Corey’s dick so that his lips could encompass the whole of it. Soon his slit was eye-to-eye with Curtis’s tonsils, then slithering beyond them, then buried deep in his gullet.
And then Curtis felt the telltale warmth seeping into the rubber down his throat. At the same time, he heard the strangled grunt that Corey emitted as his body stiffened in the throes of climax, and he knew his turn was almost here. He worked his throat muscles around Corey’s cock, milking him for every drop of jism in his balls. When Corey had spewed all of his jizz in that rubber, and his body had relaxed, Curtis backed off him, leaving his rapidly shrinking cock exposed to the air.
Corey pulled the rubber off and tied off the end, while Curtis made sure he was properly protected. Then he said, “I want you on your hands and knees.”
“Don’t you want me to suck you off?” Corey asked.
“Yes. Very much I do. But even more, I want to fuck you. So we’ll have to save the suck-off for another time.”
“Do you have K-Y in your pocket, too,” he asked, “or do we need to go upstairs?”
“No to both. We can do it the old-fashioned way.”
Corey presented his ass to Curtis, and he spit heartily onto Corey’s puckered hole. Then Curtis slipped a finger within the grip of Corey’s sphincter and worked the glob of spit all around his wrinkled muscle. As he lubed, he loosened, and finally Curtis deemed him ready for his assault.
“Ready or not,” he warned.
“Oh, I’m ready.”
“Then here I come.” Curtis positioned his seething dick at the entrance to Corey’s ass. He gave one short jab of his hips, and his dickhead popped through his sphincter and found itself lodged within the grasp of his clenching, clutching muscle.
“Mmmmmmm,” Corey purred.
“Mmmm-hmmmm,” Curtis echoed. Then he grunted as he shoved forward, and Corey echoed his grunt as Curtis hit bottom, bouncing his balls off Corey’s butt cheeks. For the next few minutes Curtis fucked him deep, driving his demanding dick into Corey’s churning, twisting ass. For his part, Corey bucked underneath him like an untamed stallion trying to lose a bronco-breaker. Curtis hung on for the ride of his life.