Desperate Enemies 3 by Adam Carpenter Read Free Book Online Page B

don't tell me you're turning into one of those judgmental types about morality. . . I know you better than that.”
    Edgar laughed, the first time he had laughed aloud in at least three days.
    “I know,” he agreed. “But, Jack, people look down on us gays anyway. Why give them another excuse to hate us? They see us jumping from bed to bed with no regard for who we hurt in the process and it makes it easier to look down on us.”
    “I don't know what you've been doing,” teased Jack, “but I haven't been jumping from bed to bed. Not for a few years now.”
    “I don't mean us. Ha, the stabilizing force of Eldon Court,” said Edgar. “I mean. . .”
    “I know what you mean,” replied Jack. “You mean that you'd rather we be seen as gay without the world nosing into our sex lives.”
    “Exactly,” said Edgar, “and I don't think our young friends and neighbors seem to understand that their actions have a greater impact on the way we're viewed by the world. And, particularly now. . . here. . . we've torn ourselves apart from the inside.”
    “Eddy,” replied Jack, “we were once young and promiscuous. . . judging them that way is unfair. Do I disagree with all of the lies and cheating and house-hopping that's been going on around here? Of course. . . but we can't blame youthful lust for what's been happening here in Wonderland.”
    Edgar bowed his head and exhaled loudly.
    “I know,” he relented. “It just seems like, when what we need is to present a united front, it turns out we can't even trust one another.”
    “You can trust me ,” replied Jack. He squeezed Edgar's hands.
    “Promise?” asked Edgar, smiling.
    “I know what will make you feel better.”
    Edgar looked up into the mischievous face of his partner and couldn't help but feel a stirring in his slacks. For a brief second he thought of declining, thought that he was in no mood for sex, but he knew there was no escaping Jack's seduction. The growing erection in his pants seemed to punctuate this point and he sat back on the sofa and tugged at Jack's jeans.
    “What did you have in mind?” he asked.
    Without reply, Jack knelt down in front of his partner and unzipped the fly on Edgar's khakis. Edgar smiled and watched as Jack freed his now stiff cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.
    “Have I ever told you that you have an enormous cock?”
    “About a million times,” replied Edgar, “but I don't mind.”
    Jack smiled at Edgar and then took his swollen cock, swallowing it in one quick motion. Edgar exhaled softly at the warm sensation of Jack's throat on his meat. He could feel his nipples becoming erect despite the heat emanating from the fireplace.
    “Oh, yeah,” he whispered, pushing Jack's head further down on his shaft, “suck that dick.”
    Jack's head bobbed up and down on Edgar's shaft, occasionally stopping to work on the pulsing head, paying attention to the piss slit, which he licked with abandon, causing Edgar to moan loudly.
    “Shit, baby,” moaned Edgar, “that feels so good.”
    Jack licked down the side of Edgar's shaft and began licking his balls, which were pulled out of the fly, too. Edgar, now desperate to be free of his clothing, pulled the jersey he was wearing off, exposing a surprisingly fit torso for a man in his mid-forties. Following his partner's suggestion, Jack stood and stripped off his sweat pants and tee-shirt and was suddenly naked, his uncut cock already oozing pre-come. Edgar kicked his pants and underwear to one side and took Jack's stiff fatty into his mouth, lapping up the clear liquid that dripped from the end.
    “Oh, Eddy,” he said through heavy breaths.
    Edgar sucked on Jack's cock, deep throating the fleshy tool, relishing the smell and taste of his lover. Then, without warning, he spun Jack around and began licking his asshole, inhaling the scent of his partner's flesh.
    “Aw, yeah,” groaned Jack, “eat me.”
    Edgar's tongue worked hungrily at the tight hole, licking and