Tangled Sheets by Michael T. Ford Page B

what will please him, where to place his cock so that Ray can best service it. In time, he will become an expert at lovemaking, and I envy him the experiences he has yet to have. As he fucks Ray, Luis mouths his nuts as well, his lips picking up the heavy balls and exploring them. I know that Ray will not be able to hold off much longer, so I tell Luis, “Fuck him.”
    The word is harsh and strikes Luis like a hand across his face. I know that he has never done this, taken another man, and that he is not sure how it is done. But something buried deeply inside him calls out, and his body responds. He pulls the dildo completely out of Ray’s chute, then positions himself between his legs. Ray makes no move to stop him, and I know he wants this as much as I do, wants to be this man’s first.
    Luis puts Ray’s legs over his shoulders and points his cock at his asshole. He does not know to go slowly, and plunges fiercely into Ray’s depths. Even though his ass has been loosened by the dildo, Luis’s width is hard to take, and Ray’s breath escapes from him in a sharp gasp. But Luis has begun, and he can’t stop. He pulls out and slams himself again into Ray’s hole, their skins colliding with a smacking sound. St. Christopher is dashed repeatedly against his chest as he thrusts quickly and savagely, his big tool plowing into Ray repeatedly, his hands gripped tightly around Ray’s ankles.
    I know he will come quickly and begin to stroke my aching cock. I watch his ass dimple and release as he pumps Ray’s hole and think how beautiful the two of them are. Ray’s head is thrown back on the pillows, his mouth open as his breath comes ragged and short. I have fucked him like this many times, and I know the sweet warmth of his ass well. But seeing him from the outside, as a spectator, I can take in the whole of him as he responds to the dick inside him, watch as he succumbs to the cock in his ass.
    As Luis continues his thrusts, Ray shoots his load, splatters of white scattering across the bed like stars. His skin is streaked with his jism, long splashes of it crisscrossing his chest, speckles of it clinging to his hair and dotting his face. Luis sees it, too, and comes. Although his shot erupts deep inside Ray’s ass, it is no less spectacular, waves of pleasure rippling across his face and seeming to roll through his whole body as he experiences his first time with another man and finds that it is what he has been waiting his whole life for.
    I come thinking about his joy, a torrent spouting up onto my belly as I lean back and release the pressure in my overloaded nuts. As the drops of cum hit my chest and begin to slip down toward my crotch, I see Luis pull out of Ray. He rolls onto his back, a smile pulling at his mouth and his still-hard cock flat against his belly, and I know that the game has just begun.

The Blue Dragon

    I was sitting at my favorite sushi bar one night, watching the chef form the rice, and the opening of this story came to me. I find food very sensual, and I wanted to play with that theme a little. By the way, there really is a type of fish that can cause the eater to have hallucinations, although I’ve never tried it myself.

    T he first thing I noticed about him was his hands. The fingers were long and thin, the nails rounded and cut short. He was rolling a rice ball, scooping the sticky white grains from the big heated pot at his side and then shaping it in his palm until it was a perfect oblong. When he had it completed, he took a sliver of fish—pale pink with an edge of yellow fatty skin—and laid it over the waiting bed. He leaned over the counter and placed the fish on the small wooden board in front of me.
    â€œTuna,” he said simply. “You will like.”
    I nodded my thanks and picked the rice up with my chopsticks, lifting it carefully to my lips. The fish was fresh, with a hint of sea still on its skin, and melted into the