A Hot Piece of … Art, Chapter 11 (NSFW)

Good Monday morning Story Orgiasts! It’s the last Monday in June (what?!?!) and I’ve got the final chapter of Charlie’s latest adventure all queued up for you. It’s bittersweet, I know, because I love hanging out with Charlie and all his crazy (and hot!) friends, but Charlie goes out with a “bang,” so to speak, so I think you’ll enjoy it. But no worries, a new story begins in July, something I think  you’re going to love just as much.

A few announcements before I turn you loose on the story.

My novella, Hired Muscle, is up for pre-order at Silver Publishing. It releases on Saturday, July 7. Click on over and queue it up today! Don’t  you just love that cover?

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Havan Fellows’s latest release, the 3rd book in her Synchronous Seductions series, Geoff’s Teddy, will release on 7/20 from Breathless Press. You can preorder a copy today!

Thanks as always to the lovely French lady, Jade Baiser, for our pic of the week. Le sigh…

A Hot Piece of … Art

Chapter Eleven

Hank Edwards

(c) 2012

 The final day Charlie and Billy were to spend at the art studio dawned clear and cool. They took turns taking sponge baths in the bathroom, cleaning up for their final sex visitors of the week. As Charlie stood looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, he found he was looking forward to 6:00 PM when his contract ended and he could get dressed and return to his small apartment. Maybe Rock would be there waiting to take him to dinner, or out to a club, or just for a walk on the beach to watch the sunset.

If anything, the past week had proven to Charlie that casual sex no longer interested him. He missed the connection he had with Rock, the conversation and laughter, the teasing and, of course, the sex. He really, really missed the sex.

There was a bigger crowd than they had seen the last few days. Maybe the police activity overnight had peaked people’s interests again. Charlie sat on his futon and looked around the studio, trying not to make eye contact with any of the patrons. Hawkington had taken down all of Rafael Fothergill’s paintings, leaving only bare white walls. The studio owner had said the blank walls were a statement, but Charlie suspected he hadn’t yet found a new artist to display in her place.

The door to the street opened and Rodrigo, the hot Latino cop, stepped in. He was dressed in a tight white tank top and blue jeans faded in all the right places. He looked spectacular, and the bright white flash of teeth as he grinned at Billy let Charlie know the man had recently gone in for a laser whitening treatment.

“Uh oh,” Billy said as he stretched out along his futon in a seductive pose. “Am I in trouble, officer?”

Rodrigo crossed the room in a few long strides, mounted the ladder, and then Billy himself.

“I’m here in an unofficial capacity,” Rodrigo said, his voice deep and his gaze never leaving Billy’s face. “As your final sexual visitor of the week.”

Billy smiled wide, then asked, “Do you know the password?”

Rodrigo leaned down until his lips were barely touching Billy’s, and then whispered just loud enough for Charlie to hear, “Wichita.”

Billy pulled Rodrigo down for a long, tongue heavy kiss, and when they finally came up for air, Charlie heard him say, “You could have said any word and I would have told you it was the right one.”

Rodrigo laughed before peeling off his tank top and then standing up beside Billy’s futon to toe off his shoes and shuck his jeans. He was nude in moments, his muscles pumped to perfection and his cock already hard.

“Dios mio,” Billy said and reached out to grab Rodrigo’s cock and tug him toward the futon. “Christmas is coming early this year!”

Charlie sighed as he and the dozens of art studio patrons watched Billy and Rodrigo roll back and forth across the futon. Rodrigo pulled the box of condoms Billy had brought with him from the side of the futon and slipped one on before turning Billy onto his belly and pulling his hips up so his ass stuck in the air. Billy met Charlie’s gaze and smiled at him as Rodrigo pumped into him slow and steady.

Rodrigo turned out to be quite the adventurous partner and moved Billy into a dozen different positions, including a complicated one that involved Rodrigo perched on the ladder and Billy holding onto him as he hung in the air above the mats. Finally, after 45 sweaty minutes, Rodrigo thrust hard into Billy and turned his face up to the ceiling as he unloaded into the condom deep inside Billy. A moment later, Rodrigo had caught his breath and, apparently, his erection once again as his hips started to move slowly, pumping into Billy at a steadily increasing rate.

“Sheesh,” Charlie muttered to himself. “Get a room.”

He ignored the fuckfest going on across the room as best he could by reading the same magazine he’d been perusing the last two days. When he grew bored with that, he looked at people in the crowd and tried to guess their first names.

And that was when he saw Rock.

Charlie sat up straight on his futon and smiled at the man who seemed to have materialized in the middle of a group of senior citizens that all stood in slack-jawed amazement as they watched Billy and Rodrigo go at each other. Rock stepped out of the group of seniors and lifted a portable speaker system over his head. Charlie saw that Rock’s iPod sat in the charging deck and, as he frowned, he heard the first notes of a song.

Chills skittered through him as he recognized the music. This was one of his favorite songs, light, romantic, and lovely, and Rock must have been paying closer attention over the months they’d known each other than Charlie had ever imagined to figure it out. Rock watched, listened, and cared. More than cared, it might appear from this …Say Anything tribute. It was an older song by k.d. lang, included on her album “Invincible Summer” from the year 2000, and Charlie laughed as it echoed around the art studio.

Then the mind spinning realization what this meant about Rock’s feelings for him fell on him like an avalanche. His chest started to burn and Charlie realized he had stopped breathing. He pulled in a deep breath as he listened to the words of the song and tried not to cry. [Hank note: See k.d. perform this live on YouTube by clicking here. Advance to 1:10 for her performance.]

Extraordinary Thing

Words and music by k.d. Lang and Abe Laboriel, Jr.

My ordinary days

Are spent inside the maze

Of never changing ways

Such ordinary days

My ordinary spin

Showed itself again

It never seems to end

Then you came waltzing in

Waltzing in

I’m falling…

I’m falling in

I never knew

The likes of you

Extraordinary thing

I do believe

You are indeed, an extraordinary thing

My ordinary game

Predictable and plain

Has never been the same

Since you came waltzing in

Waltzing in

I’m falling

I’m falling in…

 When the song ended, Rock crossed the room and climbed the ladder. He set aside the speaker system and a small bag to kneel in front of Charlie. Rock took Charlie’s hands in his and simply looked at him for a long, silent moment. Charlie felt the entire room looking at them and holding their breath as they waited to see what Rock’s first words would be.

Finally, Rock smiled and leaned a little closer to say, “Wichita.”

Charlie’s heart galloped and tears filled his eyes. “It’s you?”

“It’s me. I’m your final visitor.”

“But … how?”

“I talked to Sven the last time I was here. He thought it might make his point about love if your stay ended with me.” Rock kissed him, lips soft, the brush of his tongue sending a shiver through him. “I hope you’re not disappointed.”

Charlie was at a loss for words, but managed to say, “Um, no. Not disappointed at all. Not at all. I’m just … wow. Surprised.” He felt himself blushing and looked down, flustered and excited and nervous and needy. After a steadying breath, Charlie looked up into the calm depths of Rock’s brown eyes and asked, “How did you know that was one of my favorite songs?”

“I pay attention,” Rock replied and leaned in for another kiss.

The kiss started soft and gentle but quickly deepened. Rock’s tongue slipped between Charlie’s lips to caress his own. Rock reached down to take hold of Charlie’s erection and, as Rock stroked him, Charlie moaned and slid his hands inside Rock’s shirt, flicking his thumbs across his hard nipples.

“I’ve missed you, Farm Boy,” Rock said after breaking their kiss. “A lot.”

“I’ve really missed you, too,” Charlie assured him. “I can’t believe you set this up.”

“I wanted you to have a really nice ending to your crazy week.” Rock kissed him quickly. “And why am I not surprised you got tangled up in another mystery?”

“It wasn’t my fault,” Charlie said. “It just kind of happened while Billy and I were here.”

“Uh huh, right.” Rock shrugged out of his shirt and stood up, unzipping his shorts and letting them drop to the platform. He was nude underneath, his cock a strong, hard length of intent, and he stepped out of his flip flops then stretched out on top of Charlie.

Their kiss was deep and intense. All the connectivity Charlie had missed that week was here in Rock’s kiss. This man would forever be a part of his life, no matter if they stayed together. Charlie knew that Rock was more than a good friend, more than a boyfriend or a fuck buddy. Charlie had to face facts; he was in love with Rock Harding.

Rock pulled back and smiled down at him. “Ready to give them all a good show?”

Charlie smiled back. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Rock turned so his hips straddled Charlie’s head and, as Rock sucked Charlie’s cock, Charlie opened wide to take in Rock. He wrapped fingers around the base of Rock’s dick and then took hold of the man’s balls to pull them taut. Rock groaned around Charlie’s prick and the vibrations along the shaft felt good.

As he sucked Rock, Charlie stretched and fondled the man’s balls, then massaged the big muscles of his thighs and reached overhead to squeeze his calves. He loved Rock’s body, the firm muscles, broad shoulders, and hairy chest that Rock refused to shave or wax for any director.

Letting Rock’s dick slip from between his lips, Charlie scooted back a bit and put his hands on Rock’s hips, pulling them down until the man’s ass was right above his face. Charlie spread apart the hairy cheeks above him and ran his tongue around the furrowed muscles of his hole. As he rimmed Rock, Charlie felt his legs pulled up and back to expose his own asshole. A moment later, Rock’s whiskered jaw scratched over Charlie’s anus just before his tongue ran slowly up the crack of his ass and dipped into the center of his hole.

Charlie felt the damp heat of Rock’s big palms on his ass cheeks, the soft weight of his balls resting in the hollow of his throat, and the gentle tap of Rock’s dick against his chest. He thought about waking up next to Rock, feeling the weight of Rock’s arm around him, the warm, strong line of him pressed against his back, and he didn’t think he’d ever want to wake up alone again.

Then Rock got up and stood beside the futon to look down at him. His expression was intense as he fixed his brown eyes on Charlie before crouching down to grab a condom from the box on the platform and uncap the lube. Charlie smiled up at him and, when Rock was sheathed, slicked, and ready, lifted his legs. First, Rock slipped his index finger inside him, slicking him up. Then Rock positioned himself between Charlie’s legs, took hold of his ankles, and slowly, steadily, pushed into him.

The crowd standing around them took a collective breath and sighed.

When Rock lay fully inside him, he leaned down to kiss Charlie very gently on the mouth.

“I love you, Charlie Heggensford.”

Charlie’s heart rate doubled, tripled, threatened to beat faster than it did when he drank a double espresso. He smiled up at Rock and said, “I love you, too, Rock Harding.” Then he laughed and said quietly, “Or should I say, I love you, too, Darrell Cheever,” using Rock’s birth name the man had told him during their cruise to Acapulco.

Rock laughed and kissed him again. “You brat.”

“Maybe.”

Another kiss. “Ready?”

“Always.”

Rock straightened up, pulled back his hips, then pushed in again. Charlie closed his eyes, focused on the feeling of Rock stretching him open, filling him, completing him. Rock’s rhythm quickened, and Charlie grunted and moaned with each thrust. He heard Rock draw in a quick breath and knew he was close. Rock was big enough to touch all the important places with every stroke, and, before he knew it, Charlie himself was at the edge.

“I’m close,” he said with a gasp.

“Me too,” Rock replied. “Shoot it for me, baby.”

Charlie stroked himself to climax, shooting a heavy load up to his chest. Rock reached down to scoop up some of the cum, lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

The crowd standing around watching sighed as one.

Rock’s grip tightened around Charlie’s ankles, he tipped back his head, closed his eyes, and grunted as he pushed in deep one final time. Charlie felt the man’s hips jerk as he pumped his load into the condom. Then, sweaty and glowing, Rock leaned down to kiss Charlie on the mouth and slipped out of him.

“That was amazing,” Rock said. “Really, truly amazing.”

“I know.” Charlie put a hand against the side of Rock’s face and looked into his eyes. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For all of this. Convincing Sven to let you be my final visitor of the week, the song, and telling me you love me.”

Rock smiled. “I suggested it, but he paid me to do it. Figured he’d get a good crowd out of it.” Rock nodded to the people standing around talking and glancing up at them now and then.

“He paid you? How much?” Charlie asked.

“Enough to be able to take you out to a nice dinner after this,” Rock said. “Or, pay your cable bill for you.”

Charlie shook his head. “No. Keep it. Do something for yourself. I only want one thing.”

Rock kissed him and pulled him tight against his side. “Name it.”

“I want us to be exclusive.”

Rock raised his eyebrows. “You do know I work in gay porn, right? And you’re a fluffer?”

Charlie waved a hand in dismissal. “That’s work. I mean outside of work. I don’t want to see or be with anyone else. What about you?”

Rock kissed him on the forehead. “I haven’t been with anyone off the set since you and I met.”

Charlie blinked in surprise. “What? What about Cedric? You two were lovers when we met.”

“Not at that time. We lived together, but we weren’t fucking. That had dried up long before you and I met.” Rock kissed him on the forehead, then the tip of the nose, then the lips. “It’s always been you, Farm Boy. Never anyone else.”

Charlie snuggled into Rock’s armpit, breathed in the citrusy smell of Rock that was now so familiar, and put his arm across Rock’s chest. “You know, this week is ending up pretty damn good for having such a fucked up start to it.”

“Psst,” Billy called from his platform. “Psst, hey Charlie!”

Charlie looked up. “What?”

“I need a condom.”

Charlie frowned. “You had a whole box of them.”

Billy smiled and shrugged. “Rodrigo’s a sex machine, what can I say? Come on, toss me a condom.”

Charlie sighed and sat up. He grabbed the whole box and was about to toss it across the room when Rock put a hand on his arm. “Save a couple of those.”

Charlie smiled down at him. “Yeah?”

Rock smiled back. “Oh yeah.”

With a grin, Charlie tore off two condoms and dropped them on the futon mattress, then tossed the box to Billy. It spun in the air, bounced off Billy’s forehead, and landed on the floor.

“Dammit Charlie,” Billy muttered. There was hesitation as he stared forlornly down at the box, then, with a sigh, he got up and started down the ladder.

“Sorry!” Charlie curled up beside Rock once again and ran his fingers through his chest hair. “So, about these two condoms you asked me to hold onto…”

 ~~ * ~~

I hope you enjoyed this latest adventure with Charlie, Rock, and Billy. I’m sure Charlie and the gang will be back sometime in the near future, he’s still got a lot of trouble to get into. Be sure to come back next week for the start of an all new story that I hope will give you all kinds of shivers. And don’t forget our Road Trip stories begin the end of July and run all through August. Until then, hop on over to the other Story Orgy blogs with me for more hot, smexy reads. Ready? Here we go!

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5 Responses to A Hot Piece of … Art, Chapter 11 (NSFW)

  1. Havan says:

    A perfect ending…OMG I love it…will there be more of Rock and Charlie????

  2. Oh yum, delicious! The perfect ending. *dances around* I knew they were in love! Good, Charlie needs someone to keep an eye on him. Thanks for another sexy, fun story, Hank! Can’t wait to see what you have up your sleeve for next week. 🙂

  3. Sharon S says:

    awesome ending Hank!!!

  4. Frances says:

    AWW!!! I’m so happy now! Thank you Hank!