Gay Fiction

cross-posted from: https://lemmynsfw.com/post/18919287

"Dude, you're totally overthinking this," Alex said, nudging me with his elbow. "It's just paint. Chill out."

I glanced around the crowded common room of our co-ed dorm. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting a carnival glow on the assembled students. Murals of abstract splashes and swirls adorned the walls, each one more chaotic than the last. The smell of acrylic paint mixed with the faint scent of sweat and exhilaration in the air.

Alex, my roommate and secret crush, stood beside me, holding a brush loaded with vibrant blue paint. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and a smirk played on his lips as he watched me squirm. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing heart.

"Alright, alright," I finally muttered, tearing my gaze away from his magnetic stare. "Let's get this over with."

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "That's the spirit. Now, strip off your shirt."

I hesitated for a moment, then shrugged out of my tee, tossing it onto a nearby chair. My bare skin prickled under the cool air, but it was nothing compared to the heat rising between us. Alex's eyes roved over my chest, lingering on my nipples before meeting my gaze once more.

"Ready?" he asked, voice thick with anticipation.

I nodded, unable to form words. He dipped the brush into the palette of colors laid out before us, then leaned in closer. The warmth of his breath ghosted over my skin as he began to paint.

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Earlier that evening, the dorm had erupted into chaos when someone suggested a 'Body Painting Night'. It had started innocently enough—a few friends gathering to unwind after midterms, a couple of drinks to loosen inhibitions. But as the night wore on, the atmosphere grew charged with excitement and unspoken desires.

I had watched, transfixed, as Alex volunteered to be the first canvas. Wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans, he had settled onto a makeshift stool, allowing anyone who wanted to take a turn at painting him. Laughter and cheers filled the room as strokes of color transformed his skin into a living masterpiece.

When it was my turn, I had almost backed out. The thought of others seeing me like that, vulnerable and exposed, made my stomach twist in knots. But Alex's encouraging smile had anchored me. "Come on, man," he had said, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "Don't be shy."

And so, here we were, the two of us alone amid the din of the party, our breaths mingling as Alex worked his brush across my chest. Each stroke was deliberate, calculated, as if he was mapping out more than just a design. My skin tingled under his touch, every sensation heightened by the knowledge that this was just the beginning.

"You okay over there?" Alex asked, his tone casual, yet there was an underlying tension in his voice.

"Yeah," I breathed, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. "Just... focus on the painting."

He chuckled again, a low, throaty sound that sent another wave of heat through me. "Oh, I'm focused," he murmured, his brush moving lower, skimming the edge of my abs. "Trust me."

My breath hitched, and I struggled to keep my composure. Every movement, every brushstroke seemed to carry the weight of unspoken words, of hidden feelings. And as the night progressed, it became clear that neither of us could ignore what was simmering between us any longer.

Alex's lips brushed against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. His whisper was a soft breath of air that set my nerves alight, the words barely audible over the noise of the party. "Let's take this somewhere private."

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing loudly in my ears. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, a mix of excitement and panic swirling inside me. The room seemed to tilt slightly, the world narrowing down to just Alex and his intent gaze. I nodded, unable to form any coherent words, my throat too dry to speak.

He smirked, a knowing look in his eyes, and without another word, he took my hand gently but firmly, leading me through the crowd. We navigated the maze of bodies, some still painting, others laughing or dancing, oblivious to the current that had just pulled us away from them. Alex's grip on my hand was reassuring, grounding me even as my mind raced with possibilities and fears.

We slipped out of the common room and into the quieter, more intimate space of our dorm hallway. The door to our room was only a few steps away, but it felt like an eternity. Every second closer brought with it a surge of anticipation, a cocktail of desire and trepidation that made my head spin.

As we entered the room, Alex closed the door behind us with a click, sealing us in our own bubble of privacy. The silence was deafening after the cacophony of the party, the absence of sound making every small noise—our breathing, the rustle of clothes—magnified tenfold.

"Here," Alex said, his voice carrying a newfound roughness that sent another shiver down my spine. He let go of my hand and stepped back, giving me space but not enough to feel distant. His eyes never left mine, searching, questioning, daring me to make the next move.

I swallowed hard, my tongue darting out to wet my suddenly parched lips. My hands, still trembling slightly, reached up to undo the top buttons of my shirt, hesitating for a moment before continuing. Each button undone revealed more of my chest, the painted colors that Alex had so meticulously applied now taking on a new layer of significance.

"Do you like it?" I asked quietly, almost shyly, as if the answer would determine the course of everything to come.

Alex's lips curled into a sly smile, and he took a step closer, his fingers brushing lightly against the painted design on my chest. "I do," he replied, his voice low and husky. "But I think it's missing something."

Before I could respond, his hands were on me again, this time sliding under the loosened fabric of my shirt. He tugged it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. My skin prickled at his touch, goosebumps rising where his fingers traced patterns along my sides.

"Turn around," he instructed, his tone brooking no argument.

I obeyed, feeling a thrill of submission mixed with an overwhelming need to please him. My back was to him now, the cool air of the room touching places that had been warmed by his proximity. I heard him move closer, the soft rustle of fabric indicating he was undressing as well.

His hands returned to my body, this time much bolder, running up and down my arms before settling on my shoulders. He kneaded the muscles there, his thumbs pressing deeply into the tension that had been building all night. I groaned softly, the sensation both soothing and electrifying.

"You're so tense," he murmured, his voice a warm breath against my neck. "Let me help with that."

With one hand still massaging my shoulder, his other hand dipped lower, skimming over my abs and then lower still, teasing the waistband of my pants. I sucked in a breath, my hips involuntarily bucking towards his touch.

"Easy," he chuckled, his fingers tightening briefly on my skin. "We have all night."

His words were a promise, a dare, and a reassurance all at once. I bit my lip, trying to focus on the sensations rather than the whirlwind of emotions threatening to overtake me. His hand moved back up, tracing slow circles around my nipples, which had hardened in response to his ministrations.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice commanding yet inviting. "What do you need right now?"

I turned my head slightly, meeting his gaze over my shoulder. The intensity in his eyes made my breath catch in my throat. "I want... I need you," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

He rewarded my admission with a soft kiss pressed to the nape of my neck, his lips lingering against my skin. "Good," he murmured, his hand moving to cup my erection through the fabric of my pants. "Because I want you too."

His words, combined with the firm pressure of his hand, sent a jolt of arousal through me. I groaned, my body arching into his touch. His fingers deftly unzipped my pants, pushing them down my hips until they pooled at my ankles.

"Lift your foot," he instructed, his voice steady despite the intense look in his eyes.

I did as he asked, stepping out of my pants and kicking them aside. Now fully exposed, I felt a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration. Alex's eyes raked over me, taking in the sight, and I saw a flicker of hunger in his expression.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his hand returning to my cock, stroking me slowly. "Absolutely beautiful."

The praise made my cheeks flush, but I couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through me. His touch was calculated, each stroke deliberate, driving me closer to the edge. I could feel myself tightening, the coil of desire winding tighter and tighter.

"Alex..." I breathed, my voice cracking with the effort to maintain control.

"Shh," he soothed, his thumb flicking over the tip of my cock, spreading pre-cum in a glistening trail. "Just feel. Let it happen."

His words were a permission slip, an invitation to surrender to the sensations overwhelming me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the rhythm of his hand, the way it moved, the heat of his palm against my skin. Each stroke pushed me closer to the brink, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I lost myself completely.

"Alex, I'm close," I warned, my voice strained with effort.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he gave me a single, final command. "Come for me, Jake. Let go."

cross-posted from: https://lemmynsfw.com/post/18513388

cross-posted from: https://lemmynsfw.com/post/18513281

I wipe the sweat from my brow, my muscles aching from the hours of labor. The sun is high in the sky, beating down on the construction site, turning the air into a thick, humid haze. I glance around at my coworkers—six of us, all gay, all hardworking men who take pride in our craft. There’s a camaraderie here that goes beyond the usual brotherhood of the job site. We’ve shared more than just tools and jokes; we’ve shared stories, secrets, and sometimes even each other.

Today, though, something different is in the air. As I finish up nailing the last piece of siding onto the house we’ve been working on for weeks, I hear the sound of a car pulling up. I turn to see a sleek black SUV rolling to a stop just outside the fence. A moment later, the driver’s door opens, and out steps a man. He’s dressed in a tailored suit, looking every bit the polished professional, but there’s something about him that makes me pause. Something...familiar.

He strides over to the foreman, shaking his hand and nodding as they exchange words. My heart skips a beat when I realize who it is. It’s Mark—my college ex. The one who got away. The one I never quite stopped thinking about.

Mark glances around the site, his eyes sweeping over the crew. When they land on me, there’s a flicker of recognition, followed by a slow, knowing smile. My breath catches in my throat. It’s been years since we last saw each other, but some things never change. Like the way he still has that effect on me.

“Hey, Dave,” I hear someone call out, snapping me out of my reverie. It’s Tony, one of the guys from the crew, standing by the work trailer with a smirk on his face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Everything okay?”

I force a laugh, trying to shake off the strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. “Yeah, yeah. Just remembered something I forgot to do. You know how it is.”

Tony raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press the issue. Instead, he gestures toward the cooler sitting next to him. “Break time, bro. Grab a drink.”

I nod, grateful for the distraction, and make my way over to the cooler. I pull out a bottle of water, taking a long, refreshing gulp. As I’m sipping, I watch Mark from the corner of my eye. He’s walking the site now, inspecting the work with an eagle eye. But every so often, his gaze drifts back to me, and that same smile plays on his lips.

The rest of the crew gathers around, joking and laughing as they grab their drinks. Carlos, the newest guy on the team, pulls out a bag of sandwiches from the cooler, tossing them around. “Who’s hungry?” he calls out, his voice light and teasing.

“I could eat,” Nick replies, reaching for one of the sandwiches. He unwraps it and takes a big bite, chewing thoughtfully before adding, “So, who’s this client anyway? Seem pretty hot.”

There’s a chorus of agreement from the guys. They start talking among themselves, speculating about Mark’s history, his tastes, the kind of vibe he gives off. I stay quiet, pretending to be engrossed in my sandwich, but my ears are tuned to every word.

“You think he’s single?” Tony asks, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

“Only one way to find out,” Carlos says with a grin, leaning back against the work trailer. “Invite him over.”

The suggestion hangs in the air for a moment, everyone considering it. Then, without warning, Mark starts walking in our direction. The conversation dies down, and all eyes turn to him.

“Afternoon, gentlemen,” he says as he approaches, his voice smooth and confident. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all,” Tony replies, stepping forward to shake Mark’s hand. “We were just taking a break. Tony, by the way. And these are the guys.”

One by one, the crew introduces themselves, each handshake accompanied by a quick assessment. Mark’s smile broadens as he exchanges pleasantries, his eyes lingering a little too long on each of us. When it’s my turn, I extend my hand, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Dave,” I say, keeping my grip firm despite the electric shock that courses through me at the contact.

Mark’s eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the wheels turning behind them. “Dave,” he repeats, almost musing. “Good to see you again.”

There’s a beat of silence, tension humming between us. Then, Carlos breaks the spell with a chuckle. “Why don’t you join us, Mr. High-and-Mighty? We’ve got plenty of food and drink if you’re interested.”

Mark hesitates for only a moment before nodding. “Sounds great. Thank you.”

He steps closer, making himself comfortable among us. As he does, I feel a strange mix of dread and anticipation. This isn’t how I imagined our reunion going. But then again, maybe this is exactly what I needed—a chance to see if the spark is still there, or if it was just a figment of my imagination.

Mark settles down beside me, his arm brushing against mine as he reaches for a sandwich. I try to focus on my own food, but the proximity is doing things to me I haven’t felt in years. I can feel the heat of his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne, hear the low hum of his voice as he engages in small talk with the others.

“So, what brings you out to the site today?” Nick asks, his curiosity piqued.

Mark takes a bite of his sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before responding. “Just wanted to check in on the progress. Make sure everything’s on track.” He pauses, his eyes flicking to me. “And maybe catch up with an old friend.”

The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. The crew picks up on the subtext, their conversations dying down as they wait to see how I’ll respond. I clear my throat, trying to act nonchalant.

“Well, you picked a good day to visit,” I say, attempting to keep my voice light. “We’re pretty much done for the week. Just a few finishing touches left.”

Mark nods, his gaze never leaving mine. “Good to hear. I’m glad to see you’re doing well, Dave.”

There it is again—that spark, that connection. It’s like he’s laying claim to something that’s always been ours. And suddenly, I’m no longer just one of the crew. I’m the center of attention, the object of desire both past and present.

The others seem to sense the shift in the atmosphere, their eyes darting between Mark and me, waiting for the next move. Carlos clears his throat, breaking the silence.

“So, uh, Dave,” he says, his tone light but probing. “You and Mark go way back, huh?”

I force a smile, trying to play it off. “Yeah, we did some school projects together. We’ve kept in touch over the years.”

Carlos grins, clearly picking up on the undercurrents. “Well, it’s good to have friends in high places. Maybe you can put in a good word for us.”

Mark chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m sure you guys are doing just fine on your own. But I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

As the conversation continues, I can feel the tension mounting. Every glance, every brush of skin, every double entendre feels like a step closer to something inevitable. And then, without warning, Mark leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Can we talk later?” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. “Alone.”

My heart races, my body thrumming with anticipation. I nod, barely able to form a coherent thought. “Yeah,” I manage to say, my voice husky. “Sure.”

Mark pulls back, giving me a knowing smile. The rest of the crew is watching us now, their smiles wide and mischievous. Tony nudges me, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Looks like you’ve got some catching up to do,” he teases, giving me a playful shove. “Don’t worry about us. We’ll hold down the fort.”

The others chime in, their voices teasing but supportive. It’s clear they’re onboard with whatever’s about to happen, and a part of me wonders if this is just another chapter in our ongoing saga.

As the crew continues their banter, I glance at Mark, feeling the weight of his gaze. There’s a question in his eyes, one that needs answering. And suddenly, the choice is mine. Do I step back into the past, or do I forge a new path forward?

“What do you say, Dave?” Mark asks, his voice low and inviting. “Care to show me around?”

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the construction site. The metal beams and scaffolding glinted in the light, creating sharp contrasts against the blue sky. The air was filled with the scent of fresh concrete and sweat, a heady mix that only added to the intensity of the moment.

"Alright, boys," Tony called out, his voice carrying over the din of the workday. "Let's take a break."

We all gathered around, grabbing bottles of water and wiping the grime from our faces. Mark stood a few feet away, his eyes locked on Dave. The tension between them was palpable, a live wire sparking between their bodies. I could see the curiosity in Tony's eyes, the way he looked from Mark to Dave and back again. Carlos was more subtle, his gaze shifting from one to the other as if trying to gauge the situation. Nick just watched, his expression unreadable, but I knew him well enough to see the wheels turning in his mind.

Mark broke the silence first. "Dave, can we talk?" he asked, his voice low but steady.

Dave nodded, his jaw tight. "Yeah, sure."

They walked off together, leaving the rest of us to watch them go. Tony smirked and nudged me with his elbow. "Looks like our boy Mark has some unfinished business."

I chuckled, feeling the heat of anticipation pooling in my gut. "Oh, you think so?"

Tony grinned, his green eyes sparkling mischievously. "Come on, man. You don't see the way they were looking at each other? It's like a goddamn soap opera."

Carlos leaned in, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "You think they're going to... you know?"

Nick snorted, taking a swig of his water. "If they are, they better not take too long. We've got work to do."

But even as he said it, I could see the interest in his eyes. We all did, really. And when Mark and Dave returned a few minutes later, there was something different in the air. A charged energy that made my skin tingle.

Mark cleared his throat, glancing around at the group. "Dave and I were talking, and..." He trailed off, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

Tony raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "And?"

Mark took a deep breath, meeting Tony's gaze. "We were thinking maybe we could, uh, speed things up a bit. Make the break a little more interesting."

My heart leaped into my throat. There was no mistaking what he meant, and the idea of it sent a shiver down my spine. I glanced at Carlos, who was watching Mark with wide eyes, and then at Nick, whose expression had softened into something almost eager.

Tony laughed, a low, rumbling sound that set my nerves on edge. "Well, I guess that answers that question." He turned to the rest of us, his grin devilish. "What do you guys say? Should we make this break one for the books?"

There was a chorus of agreement, everyone nodding eagerly. Even Nick, despite his earlier protests, seemed intrigued by the idea. And why wouldn't he be? The thought of six of us, all driven by the same hunger, the same desire, was enough to make my cock twitch in my pants.

Mark smiled, a slow, sultry curve of his lips that made my breath catch. "Good," he said, his voice thick with anticipation. "Then let's get started."

In an instant, the atmosphere changed. The playful banter gave way to something darker, more primal. Tony was the first to move, stepping closer to Mark and reaching out to cup his cheek. "You always did have a way of getting what you wanted," he murmured, his voice soft and intimate.

Mark closed his eyes, leaning into Tony's touch. "And you always knew how to give it to me."

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Carlos stepped forward next, his fingers trailing down Mark's arm until they met Tony's. The three of us formed a tight circle, our breaths mingling as we stared into each other's eyes.

I could feel the heat radiating from them, the tension coiling tighter with every passing second. My own hands trembled with need as I reached out, brushing my fingertips against Mark's chest. He shuddered, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

"Tony," Mark whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Take my shirt off."

Tony didn't hesitate. With deft fingers, he unbuttoned Mark's shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. Mark's chest was bare, his muscles flexing with every movement. His skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, and I could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to catch his breath.

Carlos moved closer, his gaze fixed on Mark's abdomen. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Mark's eyes darkened, and he reached out, tugging Carlos's shirt over his head. The fabric caught on his hair, pulling it into disarray before finally coming free. Carlos's chest was smooth and taut, his nipples pebble-hard as they pressed against the fabric of his undershirt.

Tony's hands moved lower, skimming over Mark's abs and dipping into the waistband of his pants. "These too," he breathed, his voice thick with lust.

Mark's breath hitched as Tony pushed his pants down, baring his hips and the erection straining beneath his boxer briefs. The sight of it made my mouth water, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have that hard length inside me.

Carlos stepped back, his eyes never leaving Mark's body. "Your turn," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my ears. But the look in Mark's eyes, so full of hunger and want, was enough to push me forward. With shaking hands, I undid my belt and slid my pants down, letting them pool at my ankles. My erection sprang free, bobbing heavily in the cool air.

Tony's eyes widened slightly, and he licked his lips. "Fuck, man," he muttered, his voice strained. "You weren't kidding about making this interesting."

Mark's gaze flicked to me, and he swallowed hard. "No," he agreed, his voice hoarse. "I wasn't."

The air between us crackled with electricity, each of us acutely aware of the others' presence. I could feel the weight of Carlos's stare, the heat of Tony's body mere inches away. My skin prickled with anticipation, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Mark reached out, his hand closing around my cock. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I groaned, my head falling back as I lost myself in the feel of his touch.

"Tony," Mark rasped, his voice tight with control. "Help me."

Tony didn't need to be told twice. He moved in, his hand wrapping around my shaft as he stroked in perfect sync with Mark. The dual friction was almost too much to bear, and I had to bite back a moan as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

Carlos watched, his dark eyes burning with intensity. "Please," he begged, his voice trembling. "Can I...?"

Mark didn't answer, but his grip tightened on my cock. Instead, he tilted his head, his eyes locking onto Carlos's. "Come here," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low growl.

Carlos obeyed without hesitation, moving closer until he was standing right beside Mark. The two of them were a study in contrasts—Mark's fair skin next to Carlos's olive tone, their bodies both sculpted yet different in their own ways.

Tony released my cock, his attention shifting to Carlos. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Carlos's nipple. The younger man gasped, his body arching into the touch.

"Tell me what you want," Tony whispered, his voice a seductive purr.

Carlos's eyes fluttered closed, his breath hitching. "Touch me," he pleaded. "Please."

Tony's fingers danced lower, tracing the line of Carlos's abs before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. Carlos's hips jerked forward, seeking more of that delicious pressure.

Mark's hand stilled on my cock, his thumb gliding over the sensitive head. "Look at us," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "All of us, together."

I forced my eyes open, my vision hazy with lust. The scene before me was nothing short of intoxicating. Tony was half-bent over Carlos, his hand buried in the younger man's pants while Mark's fingers worked magic on my aching shaft.

"Cum for me," Mark whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "Show me how much you want this."

The command was too much, the combination of their touches pushing me to the brink. I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, the rush of heat building in my core.

"Mark," I gasped, my voice breaking. "I'm gonna—"

"Yes," he urged, his voice urgent. "Do it."

With a cry, I came, ropes of cum shooting from my cock and landing on the ground below. The sensation was overwhelming, my body shuddering with the force of it.

Mark pulled his hand away, his fingers coated with my seed. He brought them to his lips, sucking them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.

"Now it's your turn," he murmured, his gaze shifting to Tony.

Tony's eyes gleamed with anticipation, his hand still working at Carlos's crotch. "Not yet," he replied, his voice low and husky. "First, I want to see him come."

Mark nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Alright. Let's give him what he wants."

Before I could fully process their words, Mark had shifted position, his mouth descending on Carlos's erection. The younger man's eyes flew open, his hands gripping Mark's hair as he thrust into the older man's mouth.

Tony's hand joined in, stroking Carlos's shaft in tandem with Mark's mouth. The sounds of their combined efforts filled the air, a symphony of moans and wet slurps that made my skin prickle with renewed arousal.

Carlos's face twisted with pleasure, his body arching off the ground as he approached his climax. "Oh God," he cried, his voice breaking. "I'm gonna—"

"Yes," Tony growled, his hand speeding up. "Give it to us."

Carlos came with a shout, his release painting Mark's chin and throat with thick, creamy ribbons of cum. Mark swallowed every drop, his expression one of pure indulgence as he relished the taste.

Tony pulled back, his own erection throbbing with need. "Your turn," he panted, his eyes locked on Mark's.

Mark grinned, his face still glazed with Carlos's cum. "Patience, Tony. We're not done here."

With that, he turned to me, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Will you help me?" he asked, his voice a silken promise.

I didn't hesitate. "Anything," I breathed, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Mark smiled, a slow, wicked curve of his lips. "Good. Because I have plans for you."

And I love Darren, Cash and Quinn. Sadly some cheap and pretty stupid drama between the main character and her love interest(s).