Edgar Aeternum, Book 1: Tales of Aeternal Love (13 page)

Edgar shook hands with the two other men,
Tomas and Jon, exchanging the usual pleasantries before turning to
Sterling. The man extended his hand and Edgar shook it, enjoying
the firm grip and the hungry look in Sterling's eyes. Edgar figured
it wouldn't be too long before Sterling excused the two of them for
the evening.

"It's good to see you again, Edgar," Sterling
said, the quiet, powerful voice sending shivers through Edgar's
body. "Join us? We're watching the Basca - Ruiz match. So far, Ruiz
is kicking Basca's ass and Tomas is very sad."

"Yeah," Tomas chimed in, pulling a sad face.
"I have a hundred credits riding on this and this one," he gestured
at Jon, "is enjoying that fact more than is necessary."

"Ha!" Jon said. "If you can't stand the
heat..." he left the saying hanging.

"Wait until the next match," Tomas said.
"Andres is going to flatten Michaels and that hundred credits plus
some is coming right back to me."

"You wish," laughed Jon. "Andres couldn't
beat his shadow."

Sterling chuckled. "Those two," he said to
Edgar.

Edgar smiled. Tomas and Jon bet against each
other on everything, all in good fun. "Sure, I'll sit for a bit,"
he said to Sterling. The four men sat and Sterling signaled a
passing waiter.

"What's your flavor?" he asked Edgar as the
waiter approached.

"Scotch, neat," Edgar replied. Sterling
placed the order, along with a dirty martini for himself and two
beers for Tomas and Jon.

"How've you been," Sterling asked Edgar,
resting a big hand on Edgar's thigh.

Edgar thrilled at the touch. He looked at
Sterling and said, "Really good, thanks. Keeping busy with writing,
doing lots of running. How about you?"

"Well, you know, "Sterling replied, "Keeping
myself busy. My client list is almost at capacity and, if all goes
well, the last few slots will be filled by the end of the
month."

"That's great, Sterling!" Edgar said.
Sterling was a private personal trainer, one of the best, and a
full client list meant the man was not only busy, but raking in the
credits.

"Thanks, Edgar," Sterling said. "I'm having a
great time with it. I -" Basca chose that moment to make a
startling comeback and Ruiz lay on the mat, apparently knocked out.
The room exploded with a mix of cheers and expressions of
dismay.

"Pay up, buddy!" Tomas said, laughing.

Jon shook his head and chuckled. "Never even
saw it coming," he said. "Double or nothing on Andres -
Michaels?"

"Sure, why not," answered Tomas. "I'm always
glad to take your credits!"

"You're on!" Jon answered. "Prepare to lose
your credits!"

The waiter delivered the fresh round of
drinks and the foursome chatted and joked as they drank, waiting
for the next match. As always, the scotch was superb and Edgar
savored every sip. He was down to the last swallow when he felt
Sterling's hand move up his thigh to rub against his hard-on. Edgar
glanced at Sterling and the man downed the last third of his drink
in one gulp. The announcer's voice cut over the chatter in the
room, heralding the beginning of the next match. Sterling gave
Edgar's crotch one last squeeze and withdrew his hand.

Game time! I know that look. He's ready to
party. So am I; one more grope and I'd be on my knees under the
damn table. I am so fucking ready for this; I need his cock in me
and I need it now!

Indeed, Sterling was ready and he interrupted
Tomas and Jon's good-natured ribbing to announce that he and Edgar
would be leaving them. The other two men exchanged knowing glances
before turning to Edgar and Sterling.

Tomas spoke first. "Have fun, you two!" he
winked and licked his lips. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Jon jumped in, "That leaves 'em a pretty long
list to choose from, according to your wife!" He laughed as Tomas
gently punched him in the arm. "Care to take a bet on who comes
first?" he grinned.

Edgar threw his head back and laughed. He
enjoyed this type of joking with his friends. Sterling was smiling
like that cat that ate the canary and shaking his head. "The better
bet is on who comes the most times," he retorted.

This got a slightly surprised look from
Sterling that quickly became a hungry stare as the other two men
hooted and howled. "Alright, get on with it, you two! I wouldn't
take that bet if you were fronting me the credits!" Jon said.

"Seriously," added Tomas. "I expect I'll be
at work tomorrow morning by the time you two get done!"

Sterling and Edgar both stood, smiling. They
shook Tomas' and Jon's hands as the other two men stood. "It was
good seeing you," Edgar said. "Have fun with the match!"

"Yeah," Sterling joined in. "I hope you enjoy
your match as much as we're going to enjoy ours!" Edgar's cock
twitched and he felt the wetness of the first pre-cum slick his
cock head. The other two men laughed and waved Sterling and Edgar
away, sitting down and immediately getting lost in the new
match.

Edgar followed Sterling as he headed toward
the door leading out to the gaming area and, ultimately, to the
C-Zone, the club's nickname for the Carnal Entertainment Zone.

The doors to the
C-Zone barely shut behind them when Sterling spun, grabbed Edgar by
the lapels and pushed him to the nearest wall. He flattened his
palms against Edgar's broad shoulders and hungrily locked his mouth
to Edgar's. Once over the initial surprise, Edgar responded
eagerly, parting his lips and allowing Sterling's tongue inside. He
grabbed Sterling's firm ass, grinding the man's erection against
his own.

"I love 'em, but I never thought we'd get
away!" Sterling growled, pulling away. "I almost ripped your
clothes off and took you right there on the table!"

Edgar took Sterling's face in his hands and
said, "I wouldn't have complained. Hell, I was about to slide under
the table and blow you!"

"Hmmm…" Sterling sighed, once again ravishing
Edgar's hungry mouth with his own. "You want it here or would you
rather get a room?" he asked.

"A room, please," Edgar answered, his voice
tinged with arousal. "I don't want an audience for this."

Sterling grinned. "Agreed," he said. "Stay
here and I'll get us one." He grabbed Edgar's bulge, leaned in and
whispered, "I hope you're ready, boy. This," he gave a squeeze, "is
all mine tonight."

"Yes, sir," Edgar panted, squirming slightly.
He closed his eyes, lost in anticipation; Edgar felt Sterling
release his firm grip on hiss cock and opened them again in time to
see the man's firm bubble butt as he walked to the desk. As he
watched, he became aware of the other men in the anteroom; two
couples, each in their own world, kissing and groping oblivious to
the others. It was rare, but not unheard of, to fuck in the
anteroom; typically, members got private rooms or went to the
C-Zone's common area, a large room filled with various platforms,
beds and other bits of furniture on which to have sex. Edgar didn't
mind using the common room, but for Sterling, he wanted privacy.
There was something about the man that brought out Edgar's primal
side and he wanted no interruptions.

The object of his desire soon returned.
"C'mere," Sterling growled. Edgar complied, stopping in front of
Sterling, who pulled him in for a rough kiss. "I have our room. I
need a piss and when I get back, I expect to see you naked and on
your knees, boy."

"Yes, sir," Edgar replied, his submissive
side rising. "Whatever you want, sir."

"I just told you what I want, boy," Sterling
said. "I've got a nut waiting for that sweet mouth of yours. You
ready to take it?" He grabbed a handful of Edgar's hair.

"Yes, sir, all of it, sir," Edgar answered.
"Please give it to me."

"We're room number seven," Sterling said.
"Now go get ready for me!" He pushed Edgar away roughly and left
for the restroom.

Edgar hurried off to find room seven, each
step sending pleasure rushing through him as his hard cock rubbed
against his slacks. He found the room, palmed the door open and
stepped inside. It was a plain space, comfortably warm, the right
temperature for being naked; the only furniture was a bed and an
overstuffed chair. He quickly undressed, tossing his clothes in a
pile in the corner. Once naked, he dropped to his knees, palms on
his thighs and head down just the way Sterling liked it. He knew
from experience not to touch himself; not only would he come with
little effort, but Sterling insisted on controlling his orgasms
when they were together.

Edgar didn't have to wait long for Sterling;
a moment later, he walked through the door, stopping in front of
Edgar. He said nothing, merely unzipped his pants, pulled out his
drooling hard-on and smacked Edgar in the face with it. Grabbing
him by the hair, Sterling tilted Edgar's face up and ordered, "Suck
it!"

He quickly complied, opening wide and taking
Sterling's slick mushroom head between his lips. He moaned at the
sweet taste of the man, driving himself down Sterling's massive
cock until it filled his throat and his nose was buried in
Sterling's pubes. The musky scent elicited another moan causing
Sterling to gasp at the vibrations in Edgar's throat. "Yeeeaaah,"
Sterling sighed. "Just like that, boy."

Edgar held himself in place, milking
Sterling's rod with his throat. Finally, he pulled back for air,
flicking his tongue over the tip of Sterling's cock. "Mmmmm!" the
man grunted. Without warning, he grabbed Edgar's head with both
hands and shoved his cock in to the root. Edgar took it, enjoying
every moment, every inch of the man's assault on his mouth and
throat. Sterling found his rhythm, pumping in and out of Edgar's
mouth.

"Play with my balls," Sterling ordered, still
fucking Edgar's face, his thrusts picking up speed.

Edgar happily did so, rolling the man's
low-hangers in his hand then grasping his sack and gently tugging.
Sterling's body responded, his cock swelling a bit larger in
Edgar's mouth, breath coming a little faster. "Yeah, boy, suck my
fuckin' cock! Take it! Yank my balls; c'mon, do it!"

Recognizing the signs of Sterling's impending
orgasm, Edgar pulled harder on the man's ballsack, tightening his
grip and his lips. "Unnhh! Fuck yeah! Keep... ohh... keep going!
Unh, oh yeah!" Sterling was bucking his hips frantically, pounding
his cock hard into Edgar's throat. "Get ready, boy, it's coming!"
Sterling panted. "Right. Fucking. Now!" he shouted, pulling out.
The first volley of cum hit Edgar's tongue and he dove back onto
Sterling's cock, sucking just the head as the man continued to pump
his seed into Edgar's greedy mouth.

Edgar swallowed hungrily, enjoying the taste
of Sterling's seed and catching the overflow with his fingers.
Sterling pulled his pulsating cock out of Edgar's mouth and Edgar
licked any cum he'd missed from the head and shaft. "Yeah, get it
all like a good boy," Sterling said in a voice raspy with passion.
"Lick those fingers, too. I wanna taste it on your lips when I kiss
you!"

Edgar did as he was told, allowing Sterling
to help him up before surrendering to the man's deep kiss. True to
his word, Sterling dove into Edgar's mouth like a starving man into
a buffet. Edgar remembered to hold back a little of the man's cum
for him to taste; the flavor always drove him to further arousal.
Satisfied, Sterling broke the kiss and licked what little jizz
remained from Edgar's lips. "Good boy," he said softly, taking off
his own clothes. "Ready for round two?"

"Yes sir, please sir," Edgar answered. He
never knew what Sterling had in mind, only that it was likely not
going to be Edgar's orgasm; at least not until Sterling got his
second.

"Right answer!" Sterling stretched out on the
bed. "Get over here and sit on my face. I wanna eat that tight ass,
boy!" he barked.

Edgar felt a spasm deep inside at these
words; if Sterling was rimming, then a good, hard fuck would likely
follow and he wanted it badly. Obeying, he slowly eased himself
onto Sterling's tongue, facing away from the man's still erect cock
as he'd been taught. Sterling loved eating ass and it was never a
"quickie" with him; this position allowed the man to go as long as
he wanted without stopping for breath.

Sterling's strong hands parted Edgar's
cheeks, his tongue flicking out to taste the pink bud. He gave it a
few quick licks and stopped to remind Edgar, "Don't you dare touch
your cock, boy. That's my cock tonight and I say when you get to
play with it."

"Yes sir! I won't touch it, sir! Now please,
eat my ass, sir," the last came out a whimper.

"Eager! I like that, boy! Gimme that hole!"
Sterling pulled Edgar's ass closer into a true sitting position on
his exploring tongue. He slowly ran the tip over Edgar's slick hole
before locking onto the area around the tight bud with his lips and
thoroughly bathing it. Edgar heard him breathe in deeply, the
better to savor Edgar's sweet musk.

"Uhhnnnngg! Oh fuck!" Edgar cried out,
squirming against Sterling's face. "Oh God! Don't fuckin' stop,
sir!" Sterling's only response was to hold Edgar closer and plunge
his tongue into Edgar's twitching asshole. Edgar ground down harder
as Sterling spread his cheeks even farther apart. Edgar lapsed into
a string of near-unintelligible epithets punctuated by moans and
the sound of Sterling lapping at his hole.

Edgar was soaking the bed near Sterling's
head, copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from his cock as it
bounced off Sterling's forehead. He knew better than to touch it,
though; Sterling wasn't the I'll spank you and you'll enjoy it type
when it came to disobedience. If you earned punishment, it was
exactly that and no fun. For Edgar, it made the role-play even
hotter, if not sometimes difficult.

The oral assault on his ass continued,
driving him mad with lust. Sterling switched between hungry licks
and tongue-fucking his hole, all the while keeping Edgar pulled
close. After a good combination of lick-fuck, Edgar felt his orgasm
rising; between the Jamaican Blade and Sterling's tongue, he had no
hope of control. It took him two attempts to find his voice. "Sir!
I'm coming! Not, ahhh, touching! Promise! Agh fuck! Unnngghhh!" was
all he managed before shot after shot of hot cum streaked across
the room.