The Deserted House

The storm peaked and the wind thrashed at the windows making the panes rattle loudly. Thunder rolled overhead and the lightning flashed again and again, each bright strobe lighting the pair rutting like wild beasts on the stairs. Thom’s glorious tattoo screamed up at Seth, bright indigo and vibrant in the white glare of the lightning flashes. Seth fixed his eyes on it. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
“Fuck me.........fuck me hard, bitch!” Thom screamed, lost in the intensity of the hammering.
Seth pumped into him mercilessly, his cock thick and hard.

“Take it, motherfucker, take it!” he yelled at Thom, his hips smacking against Thom’s white arse. “You like cock..........so take it!”
“God yes! Give it to me hard.........harder!” Thom yelled, his backside thrusting up to meet Seth’s pounding hips.
The wind gusted and a window pane blew into the room showering the floor with shards of glittering glass.
“Oh fuck...…!” Seth screamed above the shrieking wind and claps of thunder. “I’m gonna come.......oh God!”

Seed surging relentlessly up from his balls, his hips shuddered at the force of his climax; he shoved himself so deep into Thom that his balls crushed themselves against Thom’s arse and his cock spewed its hot fluids deep into the biker. A blinding flash of lightning lit the room and a resounding smash of thunder followed it immediately. Thom shrieked as his milky juices shot out of his pulsing cock onto the carpeted stairs, stream after stream.
Seth collapsed over Thom’s back exhausted. Thom twisted his head around and kissed him on the mouth, his tongue writhing against Seth’s, moaning with the intensity of his ecstasy. Their tongues battled for supremacy.

Seth mouthed Thom’s lips roughly, sucking on his tongue, thrilling at the feel of the squirming muscle. Then Thom pulled away slowly, reluctant to withdraw from Seth’s delicious mouth. They stared into each-other’s eyes for a moment, savouring the warmth of fulfilment.
Then Thom’s face changed. His eyes grew dark and with a grunt he thrust his body hard against Seth’s, throwing him off his back. Seth’s cock slipped out of Thom and he fell back against the wall. Thom pushed himself off the stairs and hobbled away from Seth, his jeans still around his knees. He slid his jacket off and dumped it onto the table. He removed his shredded t-shirt and held it up for inspection.

“You tore my fucking shirt, arse-wipe!” he grumbled loudly and turned to face Seth, holding his t-shirt out to him. “This thing cost me forty quid and you just fucking ruined it!”
Seth pushed himself up off the stairs, pulled up his shorts and stood, a little shaky from the volcanic fucking, holding his jeans up to his waist with one hand. The storm seemed to be abating, the thunder more distant.
“So I’ll buy you a new one!” he said casually.

Thom bent down, untied his boots and kicked them off. He pushed his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them. He straightened and turned them over in his hands, inspecting the leather carefully. Seth’s cock twitched and started to thicken at the sight of Thom standing there completely naked. The man was a walking hard-on.
“What the fuck are you doing now?” Seth asked a little puzzled.
“I’m checking if you buggered these up too.” Thom answered offhandedly. He continued his inspection of the back of his leather jeans, studying the seam stitching. “These cost a fucking bomb!”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!!” Seth exclaimed. “What is it with you and that shit? The leather, the fucking rings?”

Seth walked over to Thom, his hand still clutching his own jeans closed; and snatched the leather jeans from Thom’s grasp. He tossed them onto the table casually. Thom’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “What the fuck...!” he began, but Seth cut him off.
“You’re more interested in your fucking clothes than in what just happened!” Seth berated.
“Oh, so you want to talk about it? Fuck that! Like I said, I’m not your poxy wife.” Thom rasped. “We fucked. End of.”

Seth shook his head, unable to understand Thom’s thinking. What had happened had been rough, violent but incredibly erotic, one of the wildest sexual encounters he had ever experienced and he wanted to talk about it, relive every second.
“Right! And here I was thinking it might have actually meant something!” Seth growled, his anger rising.
Thom looked at him, stunned, and then he started to laugh.
“You fucking wet pansy,” he snorted, “It was a fuck; no more, no less. Live with it. You want a score out of ten?”

His laughter echoed in the empty room. Seth’s anger built, like fiery lava welling up in a volcano.
“Stop it!” he snarled. Thom paused to breathe, looked at Seth’s livid face and another bray of laughter escaped him, pushing Seth to breaking point.
“Stop it, you bastard!” Seth shouted, his fury enveloping him like a hot blanket.

But Thom continued to laugh as if it was the wildest, funniest joke he’d ever heard. Seth lost his temper and flew at Thom, his hands reaching for his neck, but he’d forgotten about his jeans. They slipped down his legs to his knees. He tripped up and stumbled past Thom, who twisted out of his way and watched as Seth landed on the floor heavily. Thom stepped forward and casually planted his bare foot on the back of Seth’s neck. Seth found himself in a very awkward, humiliating position, face down on the floor on his chest and knees with his backside sticking up in the air.

“Payback time,” Thom grunted, his lust and cock rising simultaneously at the thought of having someone as strong as Seth clearly at his mercy. He bent and ripped Seth’s shorts down the back seam exposing his tanned arse. He spread Seth’s cheeks apart, spat heavily onto his hole and slid his thumb into Seth quickly. Seth, his head trapped under Thom’s unrelenting foot, shuddered at the feel of it and moaned softly, his anger forgotten. Thom pushed his other thumb into Seth’s arse and worked it around, loosening up Seth’s tight hole. Another shudder ran through Seth and his breathing quickened at the thought that he was about to be fucked by the savagely beautiful Thom.

“Now, you little shit, you’re going to learn what a frog-fuck is,” Thom grunted, his arousal at a peak. His cock throbbed hotly and he could feel his pre-come running down the underside of it. “You think you fucked me hard? I’ll teach you what hard really is.”
He spat on Seth’s arsehole again and moved closer to bend his cock down to Seth’s enticing chute. Keeping Seth’s head trapped under his foot, he pushed his length into him in one forceful thrust, pre-come oiling his way. Seth screamed at the thickness of him and started to shake uncontrollably. He was trapped, face down under Thom’s tread on the floor and for the first time in his life, he felt completely helpless and, to his surprise, he liked it.

Then Thom started to pump, short, sharp, downward thrusts that mashed Seth’s cheek into the floor. He matched his thrusts to the banging of an upstairs window which had come loose in its frame. The wind gusted against the side of the house, seeming to whisper; fuck him, fuck him... sibilantly.
“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it arsehole?” Thom rasped. “You want to fuck with me, huh? Well, this is where it gets you: a cock up your tight arse.”

“So fuck me, cocksucker. Fuck me like you mean it.” Seth heard his own voice, surprising himself. Thom grinned evilly. He was going to fuck the shit out of this prissy bugger if it killed him. He squeezed Seth’s arse cheeks as he thrust into him, marvelling at the golden colour of the skin and the fine hair that covered them. He rasped the claw ring over Seth’s cheek, leaving a red weal.
“Christ....!” Seth gasped, his voice muffled, “what the fuck.....that hurts!”

Thom grinned malevolently and raised another weal on Seth’s other cheek with the claw ring. Then he slid his hands across Seth’s globes until his thumbs were stopped by his pummelling cock and then, with another evil grin, he slid his thumbs into Seth next to his pumping cock. Seth screamed in protest at the sudden widening of his hole but he pushed his backside up, invitingly, needing to be possessed entirely. He reached under himself and grasped his cock in his fist. He started pumping it viciously, more turned on than he had been ten minutes before. Thom growled then, long and low and his thrusts became erratic. He removed his questing thumbs and started to pump into Seth as hard as he could. He could feel his juices pumping up through his groin, ready to flush out the inside of Seth’s bowels.
“Oh fuck.......fuck......!” Thom howled, his azure eyes wide and staring.

Then he came, hard and strong, his hips pounding against Seth’s golden arse. He threw his head back and screamed into the night, the wind answering with a long sighing moan. A moment later, Seth’s balls contacted and his creamy offering spurted all over the wooden floor.
Thom’s hips juddered to a slow stop. Seth could feel the still throbbing cock inside him, pulsing strongly, the hot flood of Thom’s come burning into his gut. Thom removed his restraining foot and slowly folded himself over Seth’s prone shaking body.
Neither of them made an effort to move yet. Their breathing slowed, and Thom let his body go limp, his entire weight supported by Seth who was still crouched awkwardly.

Then Thom became aware of a demanding pressure in his bladder. He pushed himself up and pulled his shrinking cock out of Seth’s wet arse-hole. A rivulet of his come followed it and ran down the back of Seth’s thigh. Thom stepped away, gripped his waning cock and gave it a shake, sending the clinging drops of his juices flying across the room. Seth rolled onto his side and looked up at him.
“You hurt me, fuck-nut!” he grumbled. “My neck is fucking sore!” Thom sniggered, the humour of the situation not lost on him.
“At least it’s not your arsehole,” he quipped.

The wind had died down and the rain had stopped. The storm had moved on, satisfied with the destruction it had caused in the area.
Thom turned and headed towards the door, padding across the room naked.

“Where the hell are you going now?” Seth asked as he stood up, his jeans dropping to his ankles. His cock, a little sad and drooping, still stuck out from his body prominently.
“To take a leak, not that it’s your business,” Thom countered, “and when I get back, you’re gonna suck the come right out of me, got it?”
Seth gave a small smile. The night was getting more and more interesting by the minute. A soft tremor traveled through his body from the threat, the thought of being fed that length of rigid flesh rousing him again.

Excerpt from “Riding Steel” co-authored by jacksilince and denel; soon to be available on Amazon and Kindle.