“Then get back to sucking it,” he ordered, gently guiding me over his dick. I allowed him to force himself down my throat again and hold my head in place while he pumped. “Fuck yes. Jesus, that’s good.”
I reached around and pulled him deeper into my mouth, moving my hands over his rock-solid ass as I massaged his cheeks. Dirk had a big and solid butt with thick muscular thighs supporting it all. My hands dropped lower to the back of his legs and I slowly walked a finger closer to his asshole as his legs tightened with my advance. He didn’t pull away so I took it as a sign I had his permission to explore. My experience had taught me that some men, when getting their dicks sucked, loved their assholes played with.
I came off of his cock and stuck my finger in my mouth to slicken it with my saliva. “You okay, stud?” I asked before returning his cock to my needy mouth.
“More than okay,” he said, moving his legs apart slightly and giving me permission to play with his hole. “Finger my ass, boy,” he growled.
I did as he asked and slowly worked my finger into his ass as he clamped down and began pumping his cock into my waiting mouth. His dick head swelled the moment I entered and the deeper I went. My mouth became his personal toy as he pumped harder and faster, grinding his asshole on my finger. I wasn’t sure he wanted to release this soon but every indication was that he planned on riding my digit to an orgasm. I worried that he was all about getting his with no consideration for my needs, but he quickly reminded me that wasn’t his style.
“I’m gonna dump my load down your throat, boy, but don’t worry your sweet ass that I’m done for the day. I can be ready for that hot ass of yours immediately after,” he said, his breath hitching as he spoke. “And don’t touch your cock either. This show ain’t over by a long shot.”
“Mmmm,” I moaned with a mouthful of dick. Just the thought that Dirk knew I wanted his cock in my ass was hot. We’d spent the day circling each other and figuring out roles we didn’t even know might play out, and the moment he whipped his cock out, I knew he’d figured out mine. I liked cock in both of my holes and would work hard for it.
“That’s it,” he moaned, firmly holding my head as he maneuvered every inch as deep as he could get them. “I knew you’d be great.” Enough talking. I found his prostate and pressed harder against the hot spot. “Fuuucckkk,” he roared. “Holy fuck!” he yelled, his voice booming across the cabin interior.
His pumps came fast and aggressive. He was close. I kept the assault on his swollen button and he struggled to keep his hips going forward while he simultaneously needed to push back on my finger. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he growled through gritted teeth, his hands holding the side of my face out of fear he’d lose the connection. I wasn’t going anywhere as I waited for my reward. He was close and I continued to rub on his magic button while he moaned like an injured animal.
“Ugghhhh,” he groaned loudly. His legs tightened and his asshole clenched around my finger as he found his bliss in an instant. He kept my face pressed to his pubes as he unloaded in me. “Oh my fucking God!” His body tremored and I kept my place as he released every last drop in him…for now.
Dirk melted over me, supporting himself with his hands that were gripping my shoulders before he picked me up from a seated position and carried me to the bed. “Jesus, Cadet, you are strong.”
“Give me five minutes and I’ll show just how strong I am.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: Dirk
Isupposed that some guys were only capable of coming once and then needed hours, maybe even days, until they were ready for round two. I wasn’t one of those men.
I laid Blake gently down on the bed, removed his shorts, and then slid over the top of him, nesting between his legs and using my elbows as support to keep me from crushing him. “That was nice,” I said, looking down at his beautiful face. “I’m sorry if I was too forward, but you’re quite irresistible, Blake.”
“That was the best game of poker I’ve ever played,” he said. “But I’m not sure about something. Did I win or lose?” he joked, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me on top of him.
“You sure you can hold two hundred pounds?” I asked.
He tickled my sides and kissed my chin. “I’m stronger than I look.”
“What you look like is sexy, in my humble opinion,” I stated.
“I bet you say that to all the stranded hikers you lure to your sky-high sex lair.” Blake lifted his arms above his head and exposed his neck for me to explore. I had a thing for long and delicate necks and his was an extraordinary example for my weakness. I buried my mouth onto his skin and he shuddered underneath me.
I began to slowly pump into him as he moved his hips in acceptance of my hint. His legs wrapped around my waist and my cock slid between his ass cheeks. “I don’t have any condoms,” I confessed, worried it was game over before we even began.
I lifted my head to check on his expression, deciding to kiss him instead of wait for a response. He tasted like wine and heaven, a deadly combination for my weak defenses. Blake was a tender kisser and he let me lead, which was precisely what got me going. While I preferred masculine men in their everyday behavior, I favored my sexual partners to be more on the passive side of things. My need was simple: I wanted to lead in the bedroom. They could lead in every other aspect of our lives, but the bedroom was my domain.
“I haven’t had sex in nearly eighteen months,” he began. “And six of that was while in a supposed relationship,” he confessed. “I’ve also been tested three times since then because I was with a serial cheater.”
“I’ve had one date in two years. We didn’t have sex. Like I said, people think I’m boring,” I admitted. “My last test six months ago was negative. In fact, my doc suggested that if I’m not having sex, I didn’t need to bother with testing. That should show you how much of a loser I am.”
“I don’t see you that way,” he said. “If anything, I think you’re pretty awesome, and I’ve just met you.”
Blake smiled up at me and I couldn’t ignore the swelling of my heart. I’d hated him the moment I met him and here I was pouring my guts out to him. He was distant but I thought I understood why. I suspected that he needed human touch and to feel either wanted or safe. Maybe both. I saw myself as the type to provide both of his wants even if I didn’t know who he was.
“I get lonely out here, Blake,” I admitted from out of nowhere. “I do the job because I feel just as alone when I’m back in the city.”
“I get that,” he whispered, tearing up.
His pain was like a beacon to my need to protect. I assumed that perhaps he normally wasn’t an open person with his feelings. Maybe my insight came from witnessing him when he first arrived on the scene, or possibly I knew when I saw him through binoculars when he thought he was alone and gave into his anguish by screaming his agony to the forest.
Our mouths connected and we tenderly kissed. All of the feelings of loneliness evaporated with him near me, and the way he gave himself over to my advances made me desire him even more. I worried though. Blake admitted he was filled with pain and sorrow, and considering him as a source for companionship was most likely premature.
