More Than Mates by Jimmy “Boom” Semtex
- NICK ARMBRISTER/JBS
- May 25, 2020
- 3 min read
More Than Mates
by Jimmy “Boom” Semtex
Jimmy "Boom" Semtex is a new writer of alternative poetry, fiction and erotica. With real life characters and situations and hot steamy sex scenes, the three short stories in More Than Mates are new and original. Times of Plenty is about a gay couple and the sex club they go to. Join Brian and Kev as they enjoy a night of adult fun. More Than Once is about Kev and Joe, a mixed race couple and their exploits of hedonism. Mr Fluff is a cops and bad guy story with a difference, featuring lots of action when France meets Jonny. Over 18s only due to adult content.
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Brian embraced Andy while Jeff took Kev in his arms to kiss away. Sex had started, yippee! Bring it on. Arm in arm, four people kissed passionately for many minutes, happily finding out about each other; who liked what, if tongues were allowed, a wet or a dry kiss, if groping was okay while they kissed. Tick all the boxes and it was fucky fucky time.
Things were looking good for Jeff and Kev. They got down to it, almost lying down on the plush leather seats, snogging and feeling every bit of their bodies. Kev gripped Jeff’s cock through his trousers and slowly wanked him off in his pants. He put his fingers on Kev’s dick to play with him and to gauge his most private area. Was he shaved or not, any piercings down there?
Brian got off with Andy in much the same way but they remained sitting, with Andy perched on his knee kissing him deeply while he lifted up his miniskirt, got his cock out and started to fuck him. He wanted to get laid so bad. Nice and slowly he moved up and down upon Brian’s hard cock as he gently made love to Andy. A nice new man who he’d not experienced before but was doing so now!
Time advanced at crawl. Kev and Jeff stopped kissing and stood up to strip naked before lying down to make love and caress one another’s most intimate places. Nobody objected. Several other couples were making love on the floor, by the bar or on other leather seats, in full view of everyone.
Tickling and sucking, Lincoln carried on after his man had cum and swallowed it all, sucking him dry. For five more prick teasing minutes he gobbled cock. Finally it was over; he brought his head up and commented cheekily, “You like it then my dear?” “Damn right! Let me suck you now,” whispered Joe, swapping roles. Lincoln leant back and let Joe take down his jogging trousers to reveal his nice brown cock. It was already hard ready to be sucked. Veins stood out along the length of it and a single twitch of his member showed he was ready to be gobbled off. With his bare muscular legs naked against the seat, Linc looked unbelievably fit. Joe held onto his lover’s upper leg and put the dick in his mouth. It tasted salty but he didn’t mind, it added to the fun. Slowly he licked and probed with his tongue on the tip, biting the bell end with his teeth and then slowly wanking with his free hand. This would make Lincoln come sooner and add to his pleasure, he liked it done this way and never complained.
Why doesn’t the cop call back and try to intimidate me while he tries to get me? Is he using the silent treatment? Confusion slowly came upon France. He could be up against an experienced cop, not a rookie. Squinting through the bad light he struggled to find the cop; it was no use. The bastard had vanished! There he is! I can see the smuggler. He looks a handy man, definitely black, with a gun in his hand. I was right, he’s armed and dangerous. You’re for it now, cunt! Carpet Fluff planned, acting immediately. He leapt upon the unsuspecting crouching figure, from behind. “Stay still motherfucker. You’re nicked!” whispered the cop, putting a bear hug on the criminal. Not a shot had been fired! “Suck my cock, cop!” France struggled to say, his voice faint due to fingers closing around his throat. He was unable to move. “You want that, do you? You criminal cunt, I hate drug smugglers and now you’re in my custody. How about you suck my dick? You cunt!” replied the cop, snatching the gun off the black man and throwing it into the trees. He remembered where it fell, for evidence. “Keep still while I cuff you to a tree. Move and you’re a dead drug smuggler,” threatened Carpet Fluff. He meant it! “Okay, okay you win. I’m not moving. You win. Ouch, the cuffs hurt!”
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