“Holy fuck,” he mutters, threading his hands through my hair as I bob up and down on his dick like it’s my favorite treat. Because it really is. His skin is salty and sweet, his muscles firm. He loses his mind when I take him this deep. His mouth gets filthy, and I love that my lips and hands and tongue make sweet Booker swear like a sailor.
I pop my lips off his dick and look up to see his eyes half-closed and his mouth open. Fuck, that’s a turn-on. Tracing my hands down abs that look like an artist sculpted them, I tease the hair at the base of his cock before my hand wanders lower, cupping his balls.
“Jesus, Ian.”
“Say it again,” I command.
“Jesus,” he mutters, thrusting into my touch.
“Nope. The good Lord can’t help you now. But I can.”
“Ian,” he moans, and all my blood rushes south. My dick twitches against my thigh, eager to join the party. But I have other plans first.
I grab the bottle of lube from the end table. Because we’re two horny guys who have the house to ourselves for a few more hours, so yes, there’s lube on the end table. Drenching my finger, I slip it back between his legs, coaxing his legs to spread a little wider. “That’s it,” I praise, “Spread your legs wide, babe.”
He follows orders, and as a reward, I sink my mouth back down on his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, Ian. Holy…I’m gonna…”
I suck him deep once more, before coming up for air. “Not quite yet, babe. I have plans for you. Trust me?”
“Always. Especially with your lips around my dick.”
God, his dirty-for-me mouth will be the death of me. I take him deep again, up and down, hollowing my cheeks and sucking just hard enough to make him pant. And just when he can’t take it anymore, I trace his hole with my slicked-up finger.
That bare caress, that ghost of a touch, that suggestion of so fucking much more sends him flying. He grips my shoulders as his body shakes from the power of his orgasm. His dick pulses, and I swallow every drop.
Pulling back, I can see that he looks sated, but we’re not done yet. I stand on slightly shaky legs and my cock strains toward him, eager for his touch. I grip myself and stroke as Booker looks on, his eyes heavy with lust.
“You have any energy left?” I ask, a smile playing at my lips.
“I think I can rally,” he says, his hand covering mine.
“As good as that feels,” I tell him, my voice straining. “I want you, Booker.”
“I…”
Standing, I grab the lube and hand it to him, before grabbing my shirt, tossing it on the couch cushion, and bending over. “Fuck me with your hand, Booker,” I tell him, widening my stance while my dick begs for release.
Booker moves to stand behind me, his larger body covering mine as he traces his finger down my back.
I thrust my ass out further, unafraid to let him know exactly what I want.
“Fuck, Ian. You look so good,” he says, his voice a little hoarse.
“I’m gonna look even better with your fingers in my ass, fucking me like I’ve earned it. Come on, Booker, I need you.”
“Oh, shit,” he mutters, his inhale sharp. “I…fuck. You’re making me hard again, Ian.”
A smile of satisfaction spreads across my lips. “That’s the idea, babe. But we’ll save that advanced lesson for later, ok?”
“God, yes. Ok to everything. Just… just tell me what to do.”
I don’t know if he knows it, but those words are like catnip to me.
“Soak your fingers in lube, babe. Get them nice and wet. Dripping wet.”
I hear all the telltale signs, and it shouldn’t, but it sends a thrill through me that I’m Booker’s first for just about everything. I don’t really subscribe to the notion of virginity, but there’s something thrilling about experiencing firsts with someone.
