Kiss and Tell

Chapter 16

Randy

I stood on the balcony, my hands on the railing, gazing at the tranquil waters of the lake, a towel around my hips. Behind me I heard the shower finish, and I had to smile. The scene brought back memories of one of my first sexual encounters. I’d arrived at his room after a long day of classes. My habit would have been to go back to my place first for a shower and a change of clothing, but he’d texted to say he’d had a few difficulties, and we could either cancel and reschedule, or move it up a bit.

I’d been so fucking horny, no way was I canceling.

As soon as I’d arrived, I told him to hold his horses because I was taking a shower whether he liked it or not. My good intentions of giving myself a thorough clean-up had backfired when he climbed into the enclosure with me.

I hadn’t asked Logan to join me in the shower. I wasn’t about to teach him bad habits, and shower sex ranked up there with fucking in the house when the parents were downstairs, and giving someone a blow job in a department store communal changing room.

A fresh unopened bottle of lube sat on the pillow, and in my nightstand drawer were a few toys, ready to be removed if required.

I didn’t think I’d need them. I wanted this to be a leisurely, sensual fuck where we got to enjoy each other, taking our time, doing whatever we wanted.

When the bathroom door opened, I turned to face him. Logan wore his towel low enough to reveal his tight black pubes, but the rest of his body was smooth. His nipples were two tiny dark discs of pebbled flesh, his abs defined, his waist narrow.

Judging by the bulge in his towel, he was ready for action.

He walked into the center of the room and stopped at the bed, his gaze on me.

I stepped inside, leaving the patio door open, and dropped my towel to the rug, releasing my erect shaft from its white fluffy prison.

“Oh God.” Logan’s gaze drifted lower, and he licked his lips.

I chuckled. “That’s definitely on the menu.” I ambled over to him and took him by the hand, leading him to the full-length mirror on the wall. I gently turned him to face it, then stood behind him, staring at his reflection. “Look at you,” I whispered. I reached around him to trail my fingers over his chest, noting how the skin surrounding his taut nipples pebbled even more.

He shivered. “Good thing I’m not ticklish.”

I moved lower, rubbing my thumb in a line down his torso, feeling the muscles jump. When I reached his towel, I discarded it, and his cock sprang up, about six inches and solid as a rock, the head taut and shiny, darker than the rest of him, but not as dark as the root of his shaft where it disappeared into a nest of black curls.

I stroked it with an unhurried motion, kissing his neck, his ear. Logan shuddered but gave a roll of his hips, signaling for more. I curled my fingers around its girth, squeezing it, reaching lower to cup his sac, and he laid his head back on my shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted, expelling shallow breaths. I explored his silken flesh with my hands, learning the feel of him, the smell of him.

He reached back, searching for my cock. “I want this.”

“Then turn around and it’s all yours.”

Logan sat on the edge of the bed, leaned forward, and took the head of my dick into his mouth. I held his head in my hands and closed my eyes, keeping him still while I rocked back and forth, enjoying the wet warmth that surrounded more and more of my shaft. It didn’t take long before Logan slid to his knees, his hands gripping my ass cheeks as he took me deeper. I stared at the line of his body, flaring from his waist into a rounded, firm ass, the cleft calling to me, tempting me…

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

He did as he was told, lowering himself onto his elbows and arching his back, and I was presented with the view of that pretty hole, dark and puckered, waiting for my tongue. I pried his cheeks apart and buried my face in that smooth crease, pressing my nose against his contracting pucker, breathing in the scent of him, which went straight to my cock.

“You smell so good,” I murmured before lapping his pucker and feeling him shudder through it. “Fuck, you taste good too.” I didn’t waste another second. I licked and kissed his hole, between kissing his ass cheeks and biting them, because not to do so would have been a crime. Logan bowed his head and rocked back, tugging on his dick as he moved, soft cries and moans escaping him.

I lost all track of time as I enjoyed him, probing him with fingers and tongue, warming his entrance, loosening it, getting him ready for me.

Logan glanced over his shoulder at me. “You can have too much of a good thing, y’know.”

I grinned. “Is that Logan-speak for ‘fuck me’?”

He rolled his eyes. “Duh.”

“Then lie on your back, with your ass on the edge of the mattress, legs up.”

Logan flipped himself over, and shuffled closer to the edge, gripping his ankles and rolling his ass up into the air, while I grabbed the lube, snapping it open.

I couldn’t resist tongue-fucking him, and he groaned. “Please, Randy. Have a little pity.”

I leaned over and cradled his face. “Has anyone ever kissed you a second after they rimmed you?”

Logan stared at me. “No, but don’t let that stop you.”

I claimed his lips in a fervent kiss, and he moaned into it. Then I straightened, slicked up my shaft, and grabbed his hips to tug him a little closer. I pointed my cock at his pucker. “Put it in you.”

His breathing rapid, Logan eased the head of my dick into him, pausing for a moment before taking more of it inside, while I moved an inch at a time, until at last I was buried to the hilt.

I held my breath. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” I waited for a sign from him to continue.

“That’s the biggest thing I’ve ever had in there,” Logan confessed. “And now that I’ve tried it, I don’t think I wanna go back.”

I bent over to kiss him, his legs resting against my shoulders. “So I’ve spoiled you for all other men?” I murmured against his lips.

He wrapped his arms around my neck. “Show me how good it can be?”

I began to move, taking my time, rolling my hips as fluidly as I could, keeping the motion sensual. His low moans punctuated my thrusts, and the sound went straight to my dick. It wasn’t long before I yearned to pick up the pace, but I reined in the impulse to impale him on my shaft.

This wasn’t about me. This was about Logan.

He tugged on his dick, his chest rising and falling, his eyes locked on mine, a faint sheen of sweat covering his pecs and abs.

“So good,” I whispered.

“Randy,” he entreated. “Please…”

“What do you need?”

He cupped my cheek. “Your dick feels so good inside me, but if you don’t fuck me into the mattress in the next few minutes, I may have to kill you.”

I laughed. “Oh, you got it.” I pulled free of him, climbed onto the bed, and bent him in half, his ankles on my shoulders, his ass in the air. “Clasp your hands together under your back. Like you were doing a shoulder stand.”

Logan blinked, but did as I’d instructed. I crouched over him, putting all my weight onto my hands on either side of him, and speared my cock all the way into him.

“Oh my fucking God.” Logan’s eyes were huge. “ That’s what I’m talking about.”

I nodded, thrusting into him, filling him with my dick, hips bucking, my balls resting on his ass as I drove my shaft deep. A moment later I slowed everything down, giving both of us a breather before speeding up again, slamming into him, our bodies smacking as I fucked him.

Then it was all change. I lay between his legs, rocking into him while we kissed, moving leisurely, stroking his chest and tweaking his little nubs, eliciting low cries of pleasure.

“Again, Randy. Fuck me again,” he pleaded.

I rolled his ass up off the mattress once more, dribbled more lube onto my shaft, mounted him, and filled him in one long thrust. Logan gave his dick frantic tugs, and I knew he was almost there. I bent him in half again, his knees at my ears, and fucked him, my cock spearing into his hole like a goddamn sewing machine.

Logan cried out as he came, his channel clinging to my shaft, his cum spattering his chin with force. The smell of him assaulted my nostrils, and I shot hard, my body trembling as I emptied my balls, my cock pulsing into him, throbbing inside him.

“Oh dear God, I feel you.”

When I knew he’d taken every last drop, I eased out of him and lay beside him on the bed. I cradled his nape with one hand, the other on his neck, feeling the beat of his heart as I kissed him, my leg hooked over his, my cock limp against his thigh.

“The next time I do this, there’s something I’d better remember.”

Logan gave me a puzzled glance. “What’s that?”

I inclined my head toward the windows. “To close the patio doors first?” I’d just provided my neighbors with a free audio show. Somehow I didn’t think the elderly couple next door would be amused or entertained. I got an occasional frosty glance during Pride when I hung my flag over the garage doors.

“Randy… How long before you can do this again?” Logan’s eyes sparkled. “I mean, someone did tell me once that older guys can’t manage more than once in one night, so I’ll understand if you—”

I stopped his words with a kiss, and he lay there, grinning.

“If you’re trying a little reverse psychology, you’re wasting your breath. I can go two rounds, even three. But I think there’s a lesson here for you, and it’s best you learn it now.”

“And what’s that?”

I smiled. “Don’t poke the bear.”

His grin didn’t falter. “And what if I wanted to poke the bear? Would he be up for that?”

I rolled on top of him, pinning him to the bed, both of us slick with sweat.

“Yes, he would. But that would depend on how fast you can get it up again.” I peered at him. “So how about it, preppy? Think you can manage it in the next thirty minutes?”

Logan laughed, and the sound lit me up inside.

“‘Preppy’? How does one hundred eighty seconds grab ya?”