PHILLIP'S EXCERPTS
by
Alexander Cee
SMASHWORDS EDITION
* * * * *
PUBLISHED BY:
Alexander Cee on Smashwords
Phillip's Excerpts
Copyright © 2010 by Alexander Cee
All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.
This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional and come from the author’s wild and too vivid imagination. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.
Smashwords Edition License Notes
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work.
Warning: Sexual Content
* * * * *
Wedding Night
* * * * *
Thursdays Call
Sit Here
A ----?
Surprise
Right Now
#
Thursday’s Call
The constant ringing of the telephone broke through the quiet peacefulness of the room, and forced the sleeping occupant into a wakeful state.Groggily a lazy hand reached out for the offending object and brought it closer.
“Umm…hello,” a fuzzy voice mumbled into the receiver.
“Hi honey, it me,” the deep tone of a male voice whispered into his ear and Phillip opened one eye, to peer at the luminous clock, with its bright red numbers glaring 2:10 a.m.
“Shit, why are you calling so late?” he asked, rolling unto his back.
Phillip swept a hand across his face, and tried to brush away the lingering traces of sleep within him.
“I missed you Babe. Can I come over?” his caller said.
“It’s pretty late. I thought you had something to do tomorrow?” he answered.
“I always have something to do, but nothing is more important that you Sweetheart.”
“You’re very friendly tonight.”
“That’s because I want to see you, baby. Let me come over.” “And if I say yes, what do you plan to do with me?” Phillip questioned.
“I’ll make you purr Honey. Beg until you can’t take it any more. You’ll scream so loud, you’re sure to be hoarse the next day,” the rumbling voice growled.
“You are talking awful big this late at night.”
“Only to you Honey. Let me come over, you won’t be sitting comfortably for a whole week,” the voice promised.
Phillip purred loudly into the phone. Wanting to say yes, but he had an early morning meeting in the office, and sleep was something he was going to need.
“I wish I could,” he told him. “I’ve got a meeting in the morning.” “Then I’ll let you get back to sleep. Blow me a kiss and I let you go, Sweetie.”
Phillip was glad the room was showered with darkness, because his skin was suddenly hot and flushed with color. Silently he puckered his mouth, and let the small kissing sound passed his lips.
“Thank you, Darling,” and he too returned the little smacking sound. “Stay safe. Until next Thursday,” he whispered.
“Until next Thursday,” Phillip answered back, and slowly replaced the receiver onto its hook. Then slid deeper beneath the covers; closing his eyes and prayed for another sweet dream with his mysterious Thursday night caller.
#
Sit Here
For the umpteenth time Phillip glanced at the silver time piece on his pale, slim wrist.
Five more stops, he told himself and clenched his clammy hands in his lap. Only to see the large, shiny band of his father’s old wristwatch slide downward and be stopped by the almost squared ball of his curled fist.
He took a deep breath and let the air out slowly, trying his best to slow the rising beat of his heart. To calm the raging muscle back down to a steadier pace.
Four more stops, he noticed impatiently. Silently he wished the large automobile would speed up; ignoring the remaining stops and riders, between here and there. His special someone was patiently waiting.
Three more stop, flittered through his mind, as he watched a fifty something gentleman moved towards the exit. Get off already! Phillip’s mind screamed in frustration.
For the passed three months, he’d been watching an attractive patron get on and off the bus. He’d always wanted to talk with him but couldn’t, he was just to shy.
Two more stops. Deep breaths weren’t helping to alleviate the tension racing within his slim body, layered beneath many articles of clothing, as he tried unsuccessfully to hide that obvious fact.
The last one! Phillip looked expectantly out the window, as the bus slowed. It was his entry stop.
Yes, his mysterious dark hair stranger stood just outside the doors, waiting.
Excitedly Phillip took another deep breath of much needed air into his lungs, and secretly his eyes followed the stranger’s reflection in the wide glass window. Surprised his secret crush passed several empty seats, before coming to a stand beside him. Then a wide shoulder brushed against his shivering one, as his dreamboat sat down beside him.
Soft, sweet, honey brown eyes, turned towards Phillip and his secret love said, “Hello.”
#
A _ _ _ _?
They had just returned from having a wonderful dinner and his date had walked with him to the three steps outside his door.
“I had a good time tonight,” Phillip told his date.
“Me too, wanna do it again next weekend?
“Yeah, I would love to,” he agreed happily.
“Good. It’s a plan then. Same time?” his companion asked him, as he reached for both of Phillip’s hands and drew him closer.
“Okay.”
Shyly he raised his head and looked into the smiling face of his secret love. He held his breath as his partner raised a hand to his face; slowly he removed Phillip’s glasses and placed them into the breast pocket the blue cotton shirt.
He dare not move. His tower of a man moved in closer and Phillip held his breath. Excitedly he closed his eyes parted his lips, and felt the soft touch of his companion’s mouth, pressed against him in a …. .
#
Surprise
For the past two weeks Phillip had met up with his secret love Sam, every evening after work on the public bus. They had gotten to know a lot more about each other, and he was pleasantly surprise to find out his secret love and mystery caller were one of the same.
Three nights ago they had been on their first date and it was great. He’d taken him to a wonderful Japanese’s restaurant with a very intimate feel. They had a delicious meal of steam rice, steam vegetables, curry Udon, Tuna rolls and Beef Teriyaki. For dessert he had Kushidango (a sweet dumpling), while Sam had Green Tea ice cream.
(Sam had even spoon fed him some of his delicious ice cream).
#
The phone rang loudly breaking into Phillip’s deep thoughts. He rolled over and glanced at the call display. It was him, Sam. Hurriedly he placed both feet unto the floor and raised himself into a sitting position. A clammy hand reached for the telephone and raised the receiver to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Phillip?” Sam’s deep voice came clearly across the line.
“Yeah.”
“It’s me, Sam.”
“Hi Sam,” Phillip welcomed him, and swallowed the forming lump in his throat.
“Have you come to a decision,” he inquired, coming straight to the point.
“Yeah,” Phillip whispered and said nothing more.
“Well? Are you going to make me wait for your answer?”
He felt his shyness kicked in and he could not utter another word.
“Phillip?” nothing. “Are you still there?” the other man inquired on the other end.
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
Sam smiled too himself, recognizing Phillip’s problem with shyness. “If your answer is ‘Yes’, then moan for me. If it’s a ‘No’ then don’t say anything.
A low moan came across the line.
“Mmmm.”
“Good,” Sam said, and a smile could easily be heard in his satisfied tones. “You’re now going out with me.” He told him. “And you've agree to be my lover.”
“Yes.”
#
Right Now
“Come with me.”
“No. I was speaking with someone. Let go!” Phillip’s lowered voice hissed, as he adamantly refused the demanding order from his lover.
His face wore a defiant expression upon his boyishly handsome face, as he looked upon the attractive and frustrated face of his companion. He knew that expression on his partner’s face he’d seen it quiet a few times before. Sam was intensely aroused.
“Just shut up and come on,” he was told impatiently, just before his arm was grabbed rather roughly above the elbow, and he was pulled helplessly along the hall to the last door on his left.
“Sam, we just can’t walk_” Phillip started to say, as he tried unsuccessfully to pull his arm back and to return to the small group of people in the other room.
“I said stop it,” the grip on his arm tightened threateningly, wrinkling the expensive material of Phillip’s black Armani suit he’d recently purchased, just for tonight’s special occasion. His limb was tugged sharply and Phillip stumbled forward nearly falling. The sudden movement forced him to take a corrective step, by bracing an opened palm against Sam’s hard waist.
“You want me to fuck you right here?” his lover’s roughened voice questioned, not so quietly into the shell of Phillip’s right bright pink ear. Going even redder as Sam’s warm breath moved across the smooth skin, exposed from an earlier trip to the hair salon that same day.
Phillip subdued immediately but threw several quick glances around the small space, to see if they were indeed alone. Sighing with obvious relief, when he found there was no one else in the long hall besides them.
He knew it didn’t matter whether he behaved or not. He could see from Sam’s determined expression, it was already too late. His lover’s face stated clearly that he would willingly follow through with his words, and fucked him right there if he didn’t behave.
When Sam was that horny, proper etiquette meant nothing to him.
Phillip accepted he was going to be cornered and fucked until the sexual tension, within Sam’s amorous body found a satisfying release.
“Not here,” he begged, into the stressed face in front of him.
“Then come on,” Sam continued, placing a masculine hand squarely into the middle of his back and pushed Phillip’s retreating figure roughly through the opened doorway, of a serviced bathrooms set-aside for the guest’s use.
The door closed behind them with a resounding click and Phillip awkwardly rounded to his pushy companion, a strong display of defiance making him bring both arms up and folded them across his puffed up chest; trying to appear undaunted as his partner slid the lock into place and turned to face him, moving in closer.
“Sam, let’s not do this here. Let’s wait until we get home. We could do it as much as you want later, please,” Phillip promised and begged at the same time; doing his best to change the obvious outcome.
His handsome face appeared to be giving the hasty spoken words some thought. But as he came within arm’s reach, Sam suddenly took hold of the black leather belt around Phillip’s slim waist and hauled him forward, towards the solid wall of his hard muscular chest.
“Take your pant off,” he instructed in a flat voice. “You don’t want to crease them.”
“Sam_” Phillip’s hesitancy was obvious and his partner pushed it carelessly aside, crushing any words of refusal in their tracks. Within seconds Phillip was stripped of his navy blue silk boxers and crisp black cotton blend trousers, which were carelessly tossed onto the closed toilet seat.
He stood staring down at his bared legs in disbelieve, his semi erect cock peering through the overlapped edges of his white cotton Arrow shirt.
“Sam_” he started to say sternly. His attractive face carrying a rare frown, and both his arms were akimbo. But his words were cut off, when two thick fingers were shoved non-to gently into his mouth, stopping any further speech. Hot saliva spread across the intruding digits, lathering them as they were sucked and moistened within the darken cavity.
While Sam’s hungry lips glided across the span of Phillip’s pale, but warm chest to landed squarely onto his protruding nipple. He licked, nipped and teased the small nub, lavishing it with heaps of attention and brought it to stand proudly through the thin, white cotton material.
“Ooh…Sammy,” Phillip couldn’t stop those words from escaping.
That blasted man knew his nipples were his weak points and wet fingers slid from the darken circle of his mouth, making a straight path to the high round cheeks of Phillip’s tempting ass; circling the rim of the crinkled hole several times in order to relax the area, before he applied enough pressure that allowed him entrance.
Smaller hands grabbed onto the waistline cloth of Sam's white pristine shirt and winced in pain, when digit after digit entered him. Stretching and widen the small space, getting it ready for the hot steel to enter.
As the pain subsided, Phillip released his fingers from the wrinkled cloth and allowed Sam to turn him. Far enough that he now faced the porcelain sink behind him.
“Hold on, this is going to be hard and fast,” he whispered.
It was; Phillip gasp for air then slowly let his breath out, as he felt the throbbing rod pushed itself in, pressing determinably into the tight space, brushing and teased against the small gland within his tight hole.
Sensations raged within his body and he no longer cared, or refused to couple in someone else’s bathroom. All he wanted to do was blended with his lusty lover’s and get his damn rocks off.
Slim fingers griped the corners of the porcelain sink. So tight that the knuckles showed white and he stuck his tight ass out further, waiting for the quick heavy pounding which he was about to received.
A small groaned of rapture hummed in Sam’s throat, reverberating round the small space, with the first powerful and intrusive thrust, entering as deep as it could go.
Phillip’s greedy hole wanted it all and tried to hold onto the thick wood that had ripped into his opened channel. His already redden mouth bit down harshly upon his full lips, in order to stop the lewd words, trying desperately to escape.
One of Sam’s hot hands reached out and grasped Phillip’s penis, pumping it to the same rhythm that beat steadily against his arse, while continuously tweaking one of his nipples. It was plainly too much and had him laboring desperately for air. He was going to cum. Phillip felt the blood rushed to his cock within minutes of being entered. He felt like an active volcano about to erupt and forced hot magma through the widen hole in his penis.
“I’m cuming,” he tilted his head upwards, and begged to his partner. “Sammy?”
“Me too. Cum for me baby,” Sam murmured in his ear, and planted his lips firmly onto the upturned mouth.
It was too much for Phillip. His body was being bombarded everywhere. His mouth, his chest, cock and asshole, they were all on fire. It was a rich, sweet fire, which roared fiercely within him
“Mmmm, Sammm. Aaahhha!”
Hot sticky semen fled his body, shot out and smattered into several irregular white pools, between his feet. Splattering some of the thick liquid onto the floor and black freshly polish black leather wing tips, still on his feet.
Phillip’s body trembled fiercely with the powerful release. He tightened his hold on the hard surface beneath his hands, his balance precariously threatened and he labored for air.
He felt the fullness of the deposit Sam had left within him, as a small leakage trailed down his leg, but he didn’t mind the inconvenience. He like the knowledge that his lover wanted him so strongly, and secretly held that happiness close within his heart. No matter how much he denied it, Phillip always allowed his Samuel to win in the end.
When Sam pulled himself out he felt a moment of being lost, which quickly subsided as his lover helped him to straighten. Then he turned him around within the comforts of his strong arms and pulled the trembling body onto the warmth of his wide chest, to rest upon the crispness of his white cotton shirt. While one hand gently massaged the tensed area of his lover’s lower back.
“You okay,” Sam asked, feeling the tremors receding.
“Hmmm,” Phillip replied with a nod to his head and rubbed his face against the solidness of his partner’s body.
A small comforting kiss landed squarely upon his forehead and he lifted his face to Sam’s smiling mouth. In a quiet voice he was reminded of where they where.
“Our host must be wondering what happened to us?”
Phillip had forgotten where they were and quickly shoved himself away from his the enclosed arms. Not daring to look upon his partner’s relaxed face. He felt embarrassed.
Hurriedly he cleaned and redressed himself before Sam’s steady gaze. Keeping his eyes lowered, not wanting to see the small smirk he felt sure had crossed those full sexy lips.
Sam stood quietly to one side, waited patiently until his lover had finished arranging his clothing in a proper order. Then he pulled Phillip’s body back into his arms, and placed another small contented kiss upon those parted upturned lips.
“Thank you, Sweetheart,” Sam whispered softly, before he opened the door and ushered Phillip through the doorway once more. His arm draped casually around the slim waist, as they both walked down the hall, towards the loud music and conversing voices.
#
BIOGRAPHY:
Alexander Cee is a gifted and talented person, who started writing at the tender age of three years old.
The author really enjoys writing and story telling. This is something that comes forth naturally and with each book the reader is given an almost voyageur feeling, as they read and enjoy these wonderfully written stories.
This published author has credits to the name. Their latest work are ‘WHOSE BEEN SLEEPING IN ME BED' is a short story with a Goldie Lock’s twist.
It’s about a cop who is forced to go on a vacation, subsequently becomes lost in the forest and stumbles upon shelter for the night, in a beautiful lodging.
‘LOCKER ROOM’ is another short story about the forming of a relationship between a younger black man, a laid off older white man, and how they came to meet. Be warned this short story is very steamy.
With diverse and exciting stories like these let’s hope many more are forth coming.
#
Download all at:
http://stores.lulu.com/acee2bookstore
http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/alexandercee
Check my blog @
Meet me on twitter@
Read my fan fics @
http://tigermalt.livejournal.com
* * * * *