Power Surge: Hot, dirty—and powerful
Surging competition leads to electrifying desire
Ridley and Sons; an electrician company founded by my grandfather. It was the only time where I can remember feeling truly part of a team. Sports had never been my thing. Sure, I'd played football in high school but so had a lot of other guys that weren't necessarily into sports so much as wanting to get a little exercise, please their parents, and get close to the cheerleaders.
That had never been my thing either. Cheerleaders. Girls in general. I thought it was my thing for a while when I was in high school. Until Cindy and I had found ourselves in a closet alone during a party. Someone had suggested a game of spin the bottle.
It had been beyond awkward. Cindy was all for it. I was good-looking for a young guy. Tall, dark hair, chiseled features, and a body I was proud of—muscular and lean. And I was popular. Being on the football team; that was an automatic perk. But as soon as Cindy laid her hands on me, my body's revolt against her touch had been swift. And embarrassing. She had stormed out of that closet, leaving me to sit in it—afraid to come out.
Talk about living through a metaphor.
I had assumed I would be into girls. I found them attractive enough, but truth be told, looking back, I had always been much more interested in the guys around me. I could remember—group showers had been agonizing. At first, I had thought, I was simply comparing my body to theirs. Height, muscle development, and definition— how high their asses sat upon their powerful thighs.
The size of their cocks.
… what they would feel like in my mouth.
Idiot.
I yanked the covering off the wire I was stripping. It was a simple job today installing new light fixtures in a renovated house. All the electrical housing was there. I had completed that weeks ago before the drywallers showed up. Today was just a matter of hanging chandeliers, attaching wall sconces, and ceiling lights, and affixing some exterior lights outside the doors.
We were lucky to have secured the job. For the past two generations, my family company had been the frontrunner in town. When you needed fast, reliable electrical work done, you called Ridley and Sons. But a new company had moved into town about seven months back and they were giving us a run for our money. Undercutting us at every turn. I had been doing my best to keep costs down so we could stay competitive, but the changes were making my life difficult.
My grandfather was long gone, and my dad had retired a few years back. It was up to me now, to keep the family business running. I had taken it in my stride best I could.
I pocketed my wire stripper.
Scott Tandy. That was my competitor's name. He had moved into town and put down roots, buying a home and setting up his business. Not sure if he was a first-time business owner, but he seemed to know what he was doing. And from what I had heard, he was a damned good electrician. That made competition with him even more infuriating. I couldn't tell potential clients that the reason his rates were cheaper than ours was that his work was inferior.
I would never lie about something like that. That's not how I run our business; how my dad and grandfather taught me to run our business. I was honest to a fault.
To your detriment.
My phone whistled. Text message. I pulled the phone from my pocket. It was my mom inviting me to my childhood home for dinner. I had been out on my own for nearly twenty years, but my mom didn't like the fact I was alone. Dinner invitations came often from her.
Not tonight, though. Tonight, I was grabbing a bite to eat at the pub and then doing a bit of cruising. It was Friday night, after all. And I was horny. One downfall of living on your own without a significant other, one had to go looking for a nice bit of cock out in the world.
I brushed my hands off on my jeans. It was quitting time. Still light out, though. I scrubbed my hands through my hair. Plenty of time for a shower to freshen up.
The pub was crowded but I managed to get a seat at the bar. I looked around but couldn't see anyone familiar which was unusual. I had grown up in that town. Everyone knew everyone. But recently, more and more, new people were moving into town, priced out of the housing market in the more popular, highly populated cities. Young families were willing to make the longer commute in order to participate in homeownership. Young families and competing electricians had found a new home in our quiet town on the outskirts of Tucson.
I took a sip of my beer. As soon as I finished dinner, I would be headed to the big city. It was possible I would hit a gay venue or two, but for the most part, Tucson was pretty accepting of the LGBTQ+ community, and you could usually find like-minded guys wherever you happened to settle for the night.
I tucked the giant burger I ordered away neatly, finished the last of my beer, and headed for the gents. I stopped partway across the floor once I was inside the door. I recognized the guy standing at the urinal. I had never spoken to him before, but I knew him. Scott Tandy, my competitor. My nemesis and pain in my ass. I had seen his face on the business cards he left behind on people's counters after giving them an estimate.
I released a heavy sigh and stepped up beside him. I peered over at him. I couldn't help but notice, even Scott's profile looked better than his business card picture.
"It's Cameron, isn't it?" Scott shook off then turned to face me. Now, normally, I wouldn't be keen to engage in a conversation while standing at a urinal, but Scott seemed undeterred by the sight of me finishing up and tucking everything back behind my fly.
"Yeah … Scott, right?"
Scott raised both hands in the air. "Just a sec." He headed for the sinks and dumped a copious amount of soap into his hand then lathered up. I joined him. After we had both dried our hands, he extended his hand toward me. "Let's try this again."
I took a firm hold of his hand, shaking it. "Pleasure to meet you." He smiled at me. His eyes crinkled near the corners, capturing my attention. They were blue with specks of grey, and his lashes … damn. Not only was the guy a talented electrician—he was gorgeous.
Scott's lips parted slightly before he spoke, exposing the tip of his tongue.
My cock warmed against my thigh at the sight of it.
"I've been meaning to stop by your office. Introduce myself." Scott tipped his head and a smirk pulled up one side of his face. "No reason we can't be friendly."
I swallowed—hard, my mouth suddenly going dry.
"No reason at all." I hitched a thumb toward the door. "Can I buy you a beer?"
Scott nodded. "Sure, yeah." He patted me on the shoulder as we headed for the doorway. "That would be great. You can fill me in on the history of your family business."
"So you can undercut me even further." I slid onto my seat at the bar. There was an empty stool beside me that Scott claimed. It was a tight fit. The pub really was packed. I would have preferred a table so I could sit across from my competition, not be leg against leg, shoulder to shoulder with him. His thigh touched mine and remained there.
"That's not my intention, Cameron, to undercut you. My evaluation of the market showed there is enough work for both of us. I'm not trying to put you out of business."
His hand was on my shoulder again.
"I appreciate that, but you're putting a lot of pressure on me to change the way we've done things for generations."
"Perhaps it's time to make some changes. I can help if you like."
I spun my glass on the bar top.
Why on earth would Scott offer to help me? And who says I couldn't figure things out on my own. Figure out ways to cut expenses. I had hired someone to keep the books, but I could easily do away with them if I took a course or two on bookkeeping. Plus, I could start ordering larger quantities of materials from the city rather than buying piece-meal in town.
I didn't need his help.
"No need. I'll adjust."
Scott gestured to the bartender for two beers and took a long swallow once they arrived. I couldn't help but watch the action of his throat as the beer filled it then descended. He set his glass down and turned to face me; his shimmering, wet lips nearly kissing my cheek.
I breathed in the scent of him. He smelled like soap, musk, and Old Spice.
"How long have you lived here?" Scott asked.
I shrugged. "All my life."
"That must be nice."
"Sometimes. Sometimes people are too nosy up in your business."
"Such as?"
I shook my head. "Nothing I want to discuss." Scott did not need to know my coming-out story. How the whole town had found out I was sneaking around with Bobby Fischer.
"Maybe another time." A smile lit up his face. That simple action had me adjusting my position on my barstool; my cock enamored by Scott's likeability.
"Sure … yeah." I took a slow draw on my beer. I could feel Scott's eyes on me, his breath dusting my cheek in incredible, warm gusts.
His gaze stayed on me. His breathing—soft and measured.
Something was happening. I was sure of it. Our friendly conversation had turned a corner. I lowered my beer and moved my elbow to touch his, my mind screaming at me to stop. This guy could very well be the reason my family business, the one that had been around for generations, was put under. Destroyed. He was the enemy. But my cock had taken over.
I couldn't help myself. Scott was giving off a certain vibe. One I had sensed many times before. The lingering side-glances. The licking of his lips. Even the deliberate resonance of his voice. Low and sultry; hushed as though we were in an intimate conversation.
I sucked in a breath, nearly choking on my beer.
… the way he was moving his thigh against mine.
"I don't want us to be enemies," Scott whispered directly into my ear.
I took another swallow of my beer, fighting to control my impulse to turn and take his mouth right there at the pub bar. Instead, I reached down and placed my hand on his thigh.
"Are we on the same page?" I thought it best to clarify. The last thing I needed was to be beaten up in the back alley behind the local pub by my competitor.
I relaxed when Scott nodded his head. The scramble for my wallet was next, my fingers fumbling with the bills before I managed to lay them out on the bar top. This was different than picking up some random guy in Tucson. This was someone known to me. Known to my family. Known to the community that had always been my home. This was dangerous.
The back alley was dark, only illuminated by a dim wattage lightbulb screwed into a light socket that never would have passed building code.
It was cool and a light mist was falling. The air was clean—invigorating.
After the door closed behind us, Scott pressed my back against the wall, the heel of his hand on my chest. He took a step toward me, pinning me to the stucco-encrusted exterior of the pub.
I sucked in a heaving breath. The power he had exerted upon me, forcing me against the wall, had my heart racing. I liked it rough. The rougher, the better.
I tipped my head back and looked up at him. Scott was three inches taller than me, at least; his shoulders broad, his hands like paws as they encircled my neck.
"Are you going to behave?" he snarled.
The most I could do was a moderate nod of my head. Words had escaped me. The last time a guy had taken over like this had been years back. I craved it, the handing over of control.
Please.
His hands still encompassing my throat, Scott attacked my mouth, his tongue forcing its way in, taking swipes, and engaging in a battle with my own. He gripped my neck tighter with his hands and forced his thigh between mine, pressing his muscled flesh against my cock.
I relaxed and let him explore.
He growled against my lips. Approval. I could feel the rumble straight down to my chest. My cock swelled, tenting my jeans. I must have undulated my hips because he released my throat with one hand and drove it down my body. His fist clenched my cock, squeezing it until I cried out.
He relinquished my mouth.
I clung to the wall for support, my fingers scraping over the rough surface.
I closed my eyes.
It was more a moan than a cry.
I wanted more.
The buckle of my belt tightened the leather strap then released it, jingling as it made its way to the tapered end. I tempered my urge to thrust my cock up against Scott's hand as he released the metal button and drew down the zipper. My cock sprung free as he spread the material of my jeans and pulled down on the band of my briefs. He tucked the band behind my balls forcing everything forward. The cool air rushed past the tip of my cock, making me squirm.
"I thought you said you were going to behave." Scott touched his finger to my chin and lifted my face until his gaze met mine.
"I will." I gazed up into his eyes. "I promise."
Scott ran his hand through my hair starting at my forehead and ending up top. He pushed down hard on my head, sinking me to my knees. The concrete was wet beneath me, soaking through my jeans. It was uncomfortable, the wet, but my hands made quick work of freeing Scott's cock from his pants. It was warm, smooth—and soft, presenting me with a challenge.
I ran my tongue beneath his shaft to free it from his balls and lapped his cock into my mouth. I cupped his balls in one hand and encircled his shaft with the other, pulling Scott's skin close to his body. His cockhead emerged, prodding the surface of my tongue.
"That's right," Scott whispered. "Get it nice and hard."
I hummed around his cock, running my tongue around its girth—circling the ridge around the head, and sucking his increasing length into the back of my throat.
He groaned and threw his head back.
The soft flesh I had started with was now hard, pulsing, and hot; a rod of iron encased in a velvety robe. I sucked hard from root to tip then released him, spit dribbling down my chin.
I rose to my feet when he placed his forefinger beneath my chin, indicating I should rise.
Obedience.
I was loving this.
"Drop your pants." Scott tugged at the band of my jeans. I obeyed with not a single moment of hesitation. Once they were down, he spun me to face the wall. A light tap with his hand had me spreading my legs. I placed my hands on the exterior wall of the pub, the stucco biting into my palms. I was his tonight. Competitor or not—for tonight, I was Scott's.
Scott's wet thumb slipped between my cheeks and caressed my hole, then dipped in. I gasped as he thrust it in all the way to the knuckle. His fingers were thick and gloriously rough; the calluses adding extra sensation as he pushed into me. I tipped my hips back, wanting more.
He growled then toyed with my earlobe, taking it in between his teeth.
"Behave."
It was all I could do not to whimper; his seductive voice echoing through my mind—turning my legs to jelly. I would continue to stand, though. Waiting—for him.
One hand on my shoulder, his thick cockhead pressed against my hole. It was wet, slick with spit. I braced my mind—relaxing my body. The searing heat as his cock passed the outer rim of my hole had me gasping for breath. I nearly kissed the coarse stucco to distract myself.
Scott's soothing sounds whispered across my ear.
With a grunt and a gust of air passing over his lips, he slid home, his balls pressing against mine, propelling my hard cock against the wall; the near piercing points of the stucco amplified by the rush of adrenaline racing through my body.
My discomfort must have been obvious because Scott pulled the front of my shirt down to offer my cock some protection.
"Don't want to damage such a beautiful cock."
"Appreciated."
Scott laughed in my ear then kissed it.
Hanging on tight to my thighs, Scott jammed his cock higher, raising me onto my toes. I lowered them back onto the ground and held them there as Scott thrust into me again. The shockwave rippled through my gut. I bent my knees, increasing the eye-watering ecstasy the next time his hips smashed against my ass. Perfection. Shutting my eyes, I rode wave after wave of his pummeling, sinking into the rhythm, basking in his total domination of my soul.
"You're more than what I was expecting." Scott's teeth closed on my shoulder, his hands gripping my hips. Increasing his speed, I had to fight to maintain my distance from the wall.
I groaned as he owned every bit of me, his cock driving harder and faster. He grunted in my ear and stilled, then surged up each time he spilled into me, slicking me up. The rain was coming down harder now, presenting a sharp contrast to the heat inside me.
"Where's your truck?" Scott withdrew and the sound of him zipping up had me scrambling to haul my pants back onto my hips.
"Out front on the street." I looked over my shoulder at him then turned to face him. He cupped my face in one hand and kissed me.
"Take me to it."
Containing my fiercely hard cock took some doing, but I eventually had everything tucked away in my jeans. The walk to my truck was entertaining, my cock hard—my ass leaking. My first try, I botched the simple task of unlocking my door.
Scott launched himself at me once we were inside the cab.
His fervor was hot—so incredibly animalistic.
"Slip these down." Scott tugged at the band of my jeans. I lifted my ass off the driver's seat and slipped my jeans and briefs onto my thighs; my cock aching for his touch.
A rumbling tapping on the roof, I looked out through the windshield. There was a torrential downpour obliterating anyone's view of us inside the cab. Small mercies. Scott leaned over and dropped his face into my lap, sucking my cock into his mouth. Fuck. I gripped the steering wheel and tipped my head back against the headrest. I wouldn't be able to hold out long.
I placed my hand on the back of Scott's head as he bobbed up and down slicking my cock up with his mouth. His tongue took swoops around my cockhead then dipped into the tip, lapping at the precum. I gripped tighter to the steering wheel. His lips closed around my shaft, sucking, then swallowed around my length. He backed off, pumping my cock in his fist.
His lips met my pubes, his tongue embracing my cock, his throat open and accepting, hot—wet. He retreated, sucking at the tip. Fucking hell. Back again, the tight suction created by his mouth caressing me, my cock tight and full. Both my hands found their way onto the ceiling as my hips lurched up, nearly smacking Scott's head into the steering wheel. I surged into him releasing string after string of cum, my ecstasy coating his tongue—filling his throat.
The low, hoarse sound I emitted reverberated throughout the cab.
Scott licked his lips as he pushed himself back into the passenger seat. A small amount of cum was coating his chin. He used a thumb to wipe it clean, then settled his thumb in his mouth.
"So …" Scott smiled at me. "I think we should head to my place."
More?
I had never been back to someone's place here in town. I tended to play in Tucson, not in my own backyard. But Scott intrigued me. I wanted to continue our evening somewhere quieter.
"Sure … yeah." I nodded my head like an idiot. I reached down to pull my pants back onto my ass, but Scott stopped me.
"Leave them." There was that smile of his again that lit up his eyes. "I want to see that gorgeous cock of yours while you're driving."
He placed his hand on my soft shaft, stroking it lightly. It was still sensitive but responded to his touch. It was half-hard by the time I pulled away from the curb headed for Scott's house.
I turned on the heat. The warm gust of air blasted past my cock. I gripped the steering wheel and tried to pay attention to Scott's directions.
What seemed like forever was realistically only 5 minutes until we pulled into his driveway. I was permitted to haul my jeans over my ass as we made our way to the front door.
Once inside, Scott pinned me to the wall and whispered to me that I needed to remove them; boots, jeans, briefs, and all. He stripped my shirt off over my head, leaving me naked in his front entry, my clothes scattered about the tile floor. He kissed me, devouring my mouth like a man starved for connection. I couldn't imagine why. He could have any man he wanted.
Scott lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to join my clothes.
"Bedroom." It was a demand to follow him. I kept up with him as he mounted the stairs and turned into a vast space filled with rustic oak furniture. The bed was enormous. One of those California kings. A play area where space wouldn't be a concern.
He pushed me toward the bedding until I was lying on my back staring up at him, my feet still on the floor, my hard cock perched above my stomach. He sunk to his knees and took it into his mouth, slowly this time; unhurried—savoring every bit of my flesh.
He rose to his feet and removed his boots and jeans, leaving him naked in the dim light. He hadn't been wearing underwear. The thought made my cock drool, releasing a strand of precum onto my pubes. I reached down and stroked it.
"Shimmy 'round." His voice was soft but commanding. I moved up the bed until my head was on the pillow. He lowered himself onto me, taking my mouth again. The longing was more obvious this time, his touch careful and soft. He held my face with both hands.
"I like you," he said against my lips, then kissed my chin. His mouth found its way onto my throat then along the crook of my neck—beneath my ear. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth then teased it with his teeth. "Don't take off after." He kissed me again. "I'd like to spend some time talking." I simply nodded. I hadn't thought I wanted more than a quick fuck, but this guy was growing on me. He was demanding but gentle—commanding but caring.
And that smile, the way it reached his eyes. He was stunning. I found myself craving more than just his physical attention.
I reached up and stroked his face. It was prickly and rough, a conscious decision on his part. And it looked good; the dark tinge of his whiskers contrasting with his dirty blond hair.
I ran my hands through his hair and brought him back to my lips. His hips thrust against mine, angling me into the bedding. I propelled my hips back toward him, reveling in the feel of his cock against mine.
Fucking perfection.
Scott groaned against my lips, then dove back in, destroying my ability to think straight. He surprised me when he struggled free, straddled my hips, and sunk onto my cock. I placed my hands on his hips as he descended fully.
I sucked in a breath as he undulated atop me, taking me in deep, rocking me against his gland, his cock bobbing above my stomach. I reached forward for it, but he stripped my hand away, then took both my hands in his, and pinned them above my head.
He was still in charge.
"Fuck me," he whispered in a deep, throaty voice that drove me wild. I bent my knees slightly, bracing my heels against the bed, and thrust upward. I could see his thigh muscles tighten as he fought to resist the rise away from the bed, driving me higher into him. He was heavy on me, but not too heavy. I managed to jackhammer up into him repeatedly, sending his eyes rolling back in his head. He was gorgeous, his thick eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.
His mouth popped open, his tongue licking his lips as he rode me. He released my hands and concentrated on his cock, spitting into his hand, and gliding it along his shaft. He matched the rhythm of my hips, his head tossed back, gripping his cock in his fist.
He exploded onto my stomach, then my chest; thick drops of beautiful cream littered across my skin, nestling in the hair. I drew a line through some of it with a finger then gripped onto his hips, hammering into him. The pressure built in my balls, the tingle rampaging through my gut. Can't hold off. I grunted as I released into him, jamming higher and higher each time I came.
Then there was that smile again, looking down at me. Scott leaned forward and kissed me then rolled off to lie beside me. He rose onto one elbow.
"Do you want a drink of anything?"
I sat up. "Water would be great." I couldn't take my eyes off Scott's ass as he left the room. An ass my cock had been pumping full of cum moments before.
I looked around the room. It whispered warm and comfortable.
Scott leaned against the doorframe watching me, a glass of water in his hand. He took a sip then walked toward me and handed it over. I tipped it to my lips, my gaze still following him.
"Do you think this is going to compromise our spirit of competition?" Scott tumbled back onto the bed, took the glass from me, and set it on the bedside table.
"That depends." I traced a finger along his cheek. "Are we going to keep this up?"
"I'm hoping so, Cameron Ridley."
"Well, then …" I smiled at him. "Consider me sleeping with the enemy."
I laid back, my head on the pillow, and closed my eyes. Scott drifted in beside me, his face against my shoulder, his hand on my chest.
Sleep came easily after that.
Despite the short time I had known him, lying there with Scott was something I could see myself doing for a long time to come.
I dreamed of him, his soft blue eyes—his smile.
Competition be damned.
I had fallen hard.
POWER SURGE; Copyright © 2021 by Gavin E. Black (Leigh Jarrett)