Chapter 1 The Prince of Punk Rock
“Let’s just get one thing straight. If it gets weird for either of us, we stop. We throw this guy out of our bed. No questions asked. No explanations. Agreed?”
Jessi nodded, eagerly. “Agreed.”
That’s how it all started, two hours ago.
Tommy Blade hadn’t been with a man in a long time – too long – not since he met Jessi, over a year ago.
He never thought he would confess his secret desires to anyone, but Jessi wasn’t just anyone.
It didn’t matter that the hard muscles of a man’s body made his mouth water, or that the scent of a slightly sweaty man made him dizzy with excitement, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Jessi.
He still struggled with the truth. He still couldn’t find the courage to say the words out loud, but Jessi knew. She always knew what was going on in his head. They often shared silent gazes that transcended the spoken word. It was a connection that few people shared.
Tommy was forced to trust Jessi or else he risked losing her.
He was determined to make her his wife, even if it meant letting her see a side of him that he swore he would never let anyone see.
It was a side he kept tucked away, hidden from the world, brought to life only during the brief encounters with the men he surrendered to in the bedroom.
When Tommy met Jessi, he tried to forget about his obsession, but the broad chest of a handsome man always turned his head and made his insides yearn for physical contact.
The soft stubble against his cheek, the force behind a man’s kiss and the strength of a man’s hand on his body, were all things that sent his heart racing.
Exercising restraint was tough, but Tommy never acted on his desires.
Not since he met Jessi. Not until tonight.
The threesome was Jessi’s idea. She simply presented it as a viable solution for the both of them to find sexual fulfillment and let the scenario fester in his head. At first, he opposed the idea, but the scenario quickly ballooned into a full-length erotic fantasy that he couldn’t suppress.
He went to a gay bar, two towns away. It was the same pick-up joint he frequented before he met Jessi.
Its discreet location provided camouflage and anonymity.
From the outside it looked like an unoccupied building.
The windows were blackened out. There was no name displayed on the establishment to introduce itself to the world.
If the place had a name, it was never spoken.
It was an underground club and invitation was strictly by word of mouth.
The faces changed since the last time he was there, but the intention was still the same.
It wasn’t a place to socialize or partake in camaraderie or drop in for a drink on your way home.
It was a meeting place for men interested in casual sex.
The backroom served as a shanty for a quick encounter.
You could stop in, get your rocks off and be on your way in half an hour.
It was a smorgasbord of testosterone, a buffet of muscle and beefcake.
Tommy got hard the minute he laid eyes on the place.
He knew the secrets that transpired behind the facade of the ordinary-looking building.
Men flocked around him as soon as he walked through the door.
They always did. A guy once told him that it was the mixture of his rugged jaw and strong upper body, offset by the innocence of his big blue eyes that made him so attractive.
The ladies always said it was his long blond hair and the guitar.
It didn’t take Tommy long to pick someone he wanted to bring home. Less than an hour later, the three of them were in his bedroom. He still couldn’t believe they really went through with it.
Tommy never expected Jessi to get off watching him with another man . . . watching him get rammed in the ass by a total stranger . . . rammed so perfectly in the ass . . . rammed so deep that it felt like a cock was about to touch the back of his throat from the opposite end. But she did.
Now that it was over, and they were alone, there was silence.
He waited for Jessi to say something. Anything.
Each muted second that passed made his cheeks flush hotter.
When Jessi finally turned to look at him, she had a mischievous spark in her eyes.
She leaned closer to him, looked straight at him and said, “That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever done. ”