Free Love on Stage by Neil Plakcy

Miles was bucking beneath him and shooting his load. Gavin was proud to swallow it all.
    He squirmed around so that he was head-to-head with Miles, who was breathing heavily. “You going to be okay?” Gavin asked. “You being an older dude and all.”
    “I’ll show you older.” In a moment, Miles was up and had his hand on the mound of Gavin’s dick through his tight jeans. Gavin resisted helping as Miles fumbled them open.
    As soon as he could reach it, Miles began licking the pouch of Gavin’s briefs. His sudden burst of aggression fueled Gavin’s lust, and he felt his dick tensing with anticipation, the precum beginning to leak. Miles jerked down the waistband of Gavin’s briefs, and his dick jumped out.
    Miles looked up at Gavin for a moment, his eyes glazed with passion and lust, and Gavin’s heart leaped. Then, with a grin, Miles went back down and gobbled Gavin’s dick, taking the long, slim length of it in his mouth. That wet warmth was almost enough to put Gavin over the edge. Then Miles grabbed his balls and began to massage them and started an up-and-down motion on Gavin’s dick.
    Gavin began to whimper as his orgasm built. “Oh God, oh God, Miles,” he groaned. Then he shot the load he’d been wanting to ever since he felt Miles’s hand on his throat. Miles gulped and licked and swallowed whatever he could.
    Gavin leaned forward and kissed him, tasting the salt of his own cum on Miles’s lips. He slipped down beside Miles, feeling the heat rising from Miles’s body, and rested one long leg over Miles’s legs. His dick was pressed against the smooth skin of Miles’s hip. “I could stay like this forever,” Gavin said. He nuzzled his cheek against the grit on Miles’s chin.
    Miles didn’t answer, and it took Gavin a moment to realize that Miles had dropped off to sleep beside him.

The Limits of Language
     
    When Gavin awoke on Saturday morning, he was alone in a king-size bed that he knew immediately was not his own. He looked around groggily, but once he focused on the music posters above the bed, he knew just where he was.
    He heard the shower stop, and then Miles Goodwin walked into the bedroom, rubbing a towel over his head. Naked, he was a fine specimen, and Gavin took a moment to appraise what he’d only had a brief chance to study the night before. Miles had a stocky chest covered with a light furring and a healthy-size dick nestled in a tangle of pubic hair.
    “What?” Miles asked. He grabbed for a pair of shorts. “I know I have love handles.”
    “They call them that for a reason,” Gavin said, smiling. “Because I’d love to get a handle on them.”
    Miles stopped with the shorts still in his hand. “Really? You don’t mind that I’m not…you know, buff?”
    Gavin sat up in bed. “You look plenty buff for me.” It was true that Miles could stand to lose a few pounds and that a regular gym workout could sculpt his muscles. But none of that mattered to Gavin. After lusting after Miles for weeks, he’d finally had his chance to make the man’s lap rocket shoot off, and he couldn’t have been happier.
    He patted the bed next to him. “Why don’t you come join me, and I’ll show you just what I think about your body?”
    Miles grinned. “I’d love that. But I’ve got a recording session this morning, and I’ve got to get moving.”
    Gavin was disappointed.
    “But if you’re free tonight…” Miles said.
    Gavin bounced up from the bed like an eager puppy. “You bet.” His dick wagged as he hopped over to Miles, and they wrapped their naked bodies together. Over Miles’s shoulder, Gavin saw the clock. “Shoot. I’ve got to get to work too.”
    “Just pull the door shut when you leave,” Miles said as he turned to his bureau. Gavin was able to get a good look at Miles’s sweet ass, two rounded globes with a light dusting of brown hair. Miles stepped into a pair of briefs, then turned to look at him. “What?”
    “Just admiring the view,” Gavin