Page 36 of Rubbing One Out

In between frantic kissing, rubbing, and moans of pleasure, they managed to undress each other and fall onto the narrow guest bed naked.

Dae immediately took over, kissing Ben’s erogenous zones—his hip, the skin behind his ear, his collarbone. Ben lay sprawled beneath an insatiable man, one who took great delight in inciting every cell in Ben’s body to flame.

The warmth of Dae’s body, the soft entreaties he whispered in Ben’s ear, and the rhythmic movements of his hips against Ben’s most tender parts left Ben soaring to a place he never wanted to leave.

“Turn around,” Dae murmured and Ben gasped as he did so, and Dae spooned him from behind.

“Relax, I’m not going inside you. I want you to feel me, here,” Dae pressed at Ben’s taint. “Is that all right?”

Ben nodded, unable to speak. He pushed back against Dae as Dae’s cock slid between his cheeks, slick and heated, iron against flesh. Dae thrust unevenly for a while until they found their symphony, and between them, the delicious pressure of movements fitted together like instruments in an orchestra drove them both to a crescendo. Dae’s hand stroked Ben’s cock with increasingly erratic movements, and Ben’s breath stuttered in pauses to the melody they played.

“Oh,” Ben groaned as his balls constricted and his body flushed with heat. “I can’t hold on anymore… God, Dae.” His release spilled over them both, over Dae’s hand and onto the sheets. He gasped at the overwhelming sensation his orgasm caused as Dae panted behind him.

“You look so debauched when you come. So beautiful.” His thrusts were accompanied by a moan and a flash of wet heat exploding between Ben’s cheeks, coating his backside in Dae’s come. “Sweet mother of pearl, that was something else.”

Ben missed Dae’s warmth when his partner collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving. He turned onto his back to face Dae, whose face was flushed and gleamed with perspiration.

“You’re something else,” Ben said drowsily. “I thought my dick was going to take off.” He trailed fingers in the stickiness on Dae’s lower stomach then teasingly licked them clean. Dae’s pupils dilated as he watched. Ben loved the sense of power this little action gave him.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Dae shifted onto his side to stare into Ben’s eyes. “I’m making it my mission to find creative ways to make you scream my name as you do.”

“I don’t scream your name,” Ben pointed out in amusement. At least, I didn’t think I do.

Dae chuckled. “I’m not going to argue with you. I can assure you, when we come to do the Beloved Badger, or Breaking Crow, you’ll do more than scream my name. You’ll sob in sheer ecstasy and beg me to do it again.”

“Beloved Badger,” Ben mouthed. “What the hell is that?” He couldn’t deny the frisson of anticipation that threaded through his body like a red-hot wire.

Dae mimed zipping his lips, an evil glint in his eye. “Nope. You wait and see.”

Ben huffed then sighed in contentment when Dae snuggled in under his arms and laid a hand on his stomach. Ben chuckled.

“We can’t stay here all night. It’s not the most comfortable bed and the cleaners will be here early in the morning. Come on, we need to clean up and get going.”

Dae raised his head and huffed. “I was getting comfortable. Do we have to go now?”

“Yep. Come on, gorgeous. Let’s gather our stuff and get out of here.”

Ben stood and pulled Dae to his feet. They did some quick clean-up then Ben ushered Dae out of the offices and into the zoo grounds. The walk back to the car was pleasant. There was nothing Ben loved more than hearing the animals settling in for the night, or hearing the nocturnal ones chirping or growling. Or—was that the chitter-chatter of conversation? He frowned and listened carefully. It was coming from the aardvark enclosure they were walking past.

Perhaps someone had been left behind? Ben had often found kids hiding among the bushes along the path trying to sneak an after-hours preview of the animals. He nudged Dae, who was whistling softly under his breath.

“Give me a moment. I think someone’s hiding over there. Damn kids.”

Dae nodded sprightly and leaned against a lamppost along the path. “Go ahead. I’ll wait here.”

As Ben grew closer to the enclosure, the conversation grew louder. He still couldn’t see anyone though, but whoever it was, was female with a soft, light voice.

“I said to him, he can’t have it and he said, ‘Why not, it’s my bloody dinner, isn’t it?’” There was a tut-tutting sound. “I said, look, love, you can afford to lose a bit of weight so let the little ‘uns have the extra termites, all right? They need it more than you do.”

There was a strange trilling sound from another part of the enclosure and another voice spoke. This one was coarser and deeper. “My George is the same. He’s not only a lazy bugger, but he’s also a greedy one too. We ladies have our cross to bear with our men, don’t we?”

There was a snuffling sound and Ben leaned over the enclosure to get a better view. The area was dark, dimly lit only by a spotlight that remained on at night. Aardvarks were nocturnal and came out to forage. The only thing Ben saw were two aardvarks half in, half out of the light. Nothing was hiding there, or in the bushes around the enclosure.

How bizarre, he thought. Who the hell was speaking then?

One of the aardvarks looked up and stared at him. Ben squinted around to see better in case he’d missed anything.

“Well, would you look at that,” the lighter voice said. “We have a late-night visitor. He’s standing up there watching us. Bloody peeping Tom, I’d say. Hey, you up there. Mind your own business, will ya?”