29. Chapter 29
Chapter twenty-nine
Robinson
If there was one thing in the world that Robinson could truly understand, it was needing an escape from your own brain. So he was happy to oblige Chuck’s need to escape. Especially since it didn’t involve any illicit substances.
As Chuck’s breath shuddered out, Robinson ran his hands all the way up under his polo, feeling hot skin and the too-tight muscles in his back and shoulders and some dampness, which made Robinson grin. “You nervous?”
“Hell yes. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.” Chuck’s back tensed further beneath Robinson’s fingers, and his voice strained and roughed at the same time. “There’s a better than likely chance that I’m going to cum fast and embarrass myself once we get started.”
Robinson held back his chuckle and instead ran his hands down and grabbed the bottom edge of Chuck’s shirt. “More cumshots is supposed to be a bad thing?” Then he stepped back a breath, just enough that, when he lifted up, Chuck’s shirt didn’t catch.
It took a second, but Chuck did lift his arms and let Robinson undress him, view him as he was revealed. He had a heavy treasure trail and a smattering of moles across his abdomen. His chest was flat and hairy, with burgundy nipples standing at attention already. Dense forests under his arms, and when he lifted them straight up above his head, the tension pulled just taut enough to see the barest whisper of his ribs pressed against the skin.
When it was off, Robinson tossed his shirt to the corner and took a full step back, really appreciating Chuck. For a second, before Chuck started shifting and drawing into himself and talking. “I haven’t exactly been taking care of myself.” He grabbed the skin on the side of his chest and pinched at it. “Not that I was ever a gym bunny, but—”
“My turn to interrupt.” Robinson moved back in and grabbed Chuck’s hand away from his chest. He brought it low, down to his crotch, and closed Chuck’s fingers around his cock. “Does it seem to you like I’m anything other than turned on?”
Chuck swallowed so hard, it almost sounded like a gasp or choking. “No. Seems, um, like you’re enjoying yourself.”
Robinson wasn’t exactly used to taking charge. He either ended up with guys who saw a twink and decided he was submissive, or with power bottoms. He didn’t have a problem with giving up control, but he could also recognize that Chuck needed someone with a firmer hand on the reins. “How about you lay down on the bed and I’ll rub your back? You seem tense.” He traced one finger down Chuck’s spine, following past his belt and the curve of his ass to drive his point home. “Probably best to take those off, though. For your comfort.”
Chuck licked at his lips, but he undid the belt and, fumbling and awkward, slid his pants down, revealing a pair of briefs that he filled out very well, in Robinson’s opinion. The thin, white fabric seemed to be barely containing his dick, and there was already a wet spot on the crotch from precum soaking through.
Chuck swallowed hard again. “Should I take these off too?”
“Whatever makes you most comfortable.” Robinson hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. “If you want, I can go first so you don’t have to feel so exposed.”
Chuck adopted the same posture, and when he slid his thumb under the band of his underwear, Robinson spotted his thick, dark bush. Then Chuck said, “Together?”
“Works for me.” After a breath, Robinson nodded and let his shorts fall, and Chuck shimmied his underwear down to his knees where they finally dropped to the floor.
Robinson didn’t even have to try to make Chuck feel better about what he was showing off. Chuck was thick, uncut, and probably eight inches, though Robinson wasn’t about to break out a ruler and make sure. Whatever the actual numbers, he was bigger than Robinson, that much was for sure.
Chuck’s face was pure red as he spread his arms low, down by his waist. “Ta-dah.”
“Ta-dah indeed.” Robinson could have happily gone to his knees there and sucked him off to his first orgasm, then gotten ready for round two. But he’d promised a massage, and Chuck probably needed a little more mental prep than…absolutely nothing.
But Chuck stepped up and ran his hands down Robinson’s sides, down his hips, and eventually gripped Robinson’s bare cock, stroking it slowly and rubbing his thumb over the tip. Electricity fired through Robinson, threatening to buckle his knees.
I guess I’m not too small for him . Robinson was…average. He didn’t have a problem being average, but he would have been lying if he said that there wasn’t a twinge of embarrassment when he was exposed to someone as well-hung as Chuck.
Robinson leaned in and parted his mouth, and Chuck took the invitation. He had some stubble on his cheeks and jaw and it grated so nicely against Robinson’s face. One hand cupped the back of Robinson’s head, holding him deeper into the kiss, while the other traced up and down his spine with feather-soft touches.
Chuck pulled away so fast that Robinson’s heart rate spiked. “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry. Nothing.” His breath shook with a slight laugh and he shook his head. “Weird nonsense breaking through.”
“I don’t think it’s weird nonsense. What’s up?”
He sighed. “Haven’t kissed anyone since Andrew. Don’t know why that’s the thing that set me off. We’re naked and I’m fondling you, but kissing is what does it?” He brought his shoulders up high, then let them drop in one hard fall. “I don’t want to invite my dead husband into the bed with us.”
Robinson could have lingered on it and tried to pick it apart, reassure Chuck that it was okay and they didn’t have to go through with this…but he’d said he wanted a chance to turn his brain off. So Robinson would oblige. Chuck knew what he needed the best of either of them, obviously.
Robinson walked over and grabbed Chuck’s hand, then led him to the bed. “Lay down on your front and let me help you relax. Then…whatever happens.”
Chuck laughed low and laid down, and Robinson took another moment to take in this new view. “You have a great ass.” It was round and pronounced, even laying down, the cheeks dusted over with dark hair.
Once again, Robinson resisted the urge to dive face-first into Chuck. He climbed on top of Chuck, straddling his hips, and leaned his body weight down, heels of his hands bearing against the tight shoulders until they started to give.