30. Chapter 30
Chapter thirty
Chuck
Holy shit. I didn’t expect an actual massage . Chuck had gotten rubbed down more than a few times, both in a context like this and in getting an actual massage. In spite of feeling Robinson’s cock rubbing against him, this felt much more like the latter. And it felt good. The groans that slipped out of his mouth corroborated that. Robinson was certainly strong, and it felt like he was really working something out of his muscles.
Which also meant Chuck was apparently really tense. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had anything to work out. It also wasn’t all hard massage. Every time he worked into a knot, he would spend time rubbing softly across Chuck’s back, barely putting any pressure, and it was those moments that kept it from being just a proper massage, kept it firmly in the realm of foreplay. That, plus the hard dick that kept rubbing against Chuck’s back with every movement, milking out even more precum from his own cock. Have to apologize for leaving a giant wet spot on his bed.
Robinson shuffled back, off the bed, but his hands never broke contact. They slid back and Chuck tensed a moment, clenching his butt cheeks as Robinson approached. But he forced himself to relax just in time for soft fingers to run along his crack. Briefly, but they pressed in-between before he fanned out, working hard at the muscles of his ass.
“You like getting rimmed?”
Chuck felt like the words were moving through honey. Or like his brain was moving through honey. He knew this was a lead-up to sex, but somehow that frankness caused a disconnect in his head and he had to push past it. “It’s, um, been a minute. You don’t have to.”
“I don’t have to do any of this.” His fingers worked into Chuck’s ass again, pulling him apart, exposing him to the air and causing him to pucker. Didn’t slow or change Robinson’s trajectory at all, it seemed. “I want to eat your ass, as long as that’s something you’re into.”
Chuck nodded, then realized that might not translate that well. “Yes please?” He laughed at himself as the heat rose up his face. “Did I mention I’m terrible at dirty talk?”
“A polite bottom with a body and a dick like yours? I’m game.”
Before Chuck could make any other comment or response, he felt a new pressure against his ass cheeks. A sharp chin. A slight nose. Then moisture and more concentrated pressure as Robinson’s tongue pushed forward. It was instant ecstasy and Chuck was worried he was going to blow his load right there, with one lick against his hole.
Robinson didn’t seem to be planning on coming up for air, and it was fantastic. Chuck’s mind drifted now and then, wondering if he should have waxed or if he could moan without being self-conscious, but he didn’t let himself linger, forced himself back to the moment.
Which Robinson made easier. He was working deep into Chuck’s ass, playing with his hole, leaving it wet and slick. Every movement of his tongue was explosive and fiery and magical and somehow rough and smooth at the same time. Every time he pushed deeper, more and more of Chuck’s walls and worries shattered apart. When he felt Robinson push into him, every bit of reservation disintegrated. He moaned into the pillow, balled the sheets up on his fists, tried to resist the wave of his orgasm. He couldn’t cum this early. He didn’t want it to end .
His body had other ideas and his muscles all tensed. Just for a second, because there was no amount of control he could exert that could hold this back for even a moment. His body twitched as his balls pulled up, and not once did Robinson pull away. Chuck rode the waves of pressure as his cock throbbed out six, seven, eight, nine spurts into the bedsheets before he finally lost all sense of self.
It was only then that Robinson pulled away and, slowly, Chuck rolled over, exposing what was now basically a puddle of cum and precum. His cock was still semi-hard… and when he looked at Robinson standing there, still hard and still exposed, his face red and his cheeks and chin wet with spit…he twitched back to life, starting to swell up again.
Robinson moved closer and, rather than touching Chuck at all—which was probably best, until he stopped being so sensitive—he went for the puddle of cum, brought his mouth close, and lapped it up. Some of it clung to his lips, but he licked it away from there too, and his eyes were such a bright blue staring at Chuck…if he wasn’t living it in the moment, he’d have bet up and down it was a scene from a porno, not something actively happening to him.
But it was, and if he was honest and didn’t let his guilt cloud anything, it may have been the hottest thing he’d ever been witness to. His cock agreed and was basically all the way back to fully hard again.
“Hey.” Chuck grabbed Robinson’s shoulders and guided him down onto the bed, next to the leftover wet spot. “Let me take care of you for a minute.”
“I’m fine. Really.”
Chuck didn’t care, and he didn’t listen. He climbed over Robinson, then slid lower until he was hovering over Robinson’s belly button. He leaned in and kissed it, running his tongue around the edge of the dip and relishing in the soft skin. The way it gave to every angle of his face. The warmth that radiated out. The way his abdomen rose and dropped with each breath.
Chuck went lower, past the line impression left by his waistband, then lower still. His bush was trimmed and neat, and smelled like lemons. Still slightly damp, so it seemed like he must have showered recently. Of course he and Andrew didn’t always get impeccably clean before fooling around. They were married with kids, and that meant that sometimes, they had to fit sex into whatever gap they could find in their schedules. But Andrew always tried.
It was a weird thing to focus on, and Chuck knew it. But he had plenty of his own experiences, and had heard plenty of horror stories from other people, so he knew that someone taking the time to wash their junk wasn’t a given. And Robinson had. Someone who cared about him and his experience, not just on getting his rocks off.
Chuck brought his head lower. His stomach rippled with that weird anxiety. He’d never skydived before, but he figured it was the same thing: nervous but excited for the good time to come. Robinson was hard, and the slightest sheen of precum dripped down from his tip. Inviting.
Chuck took the invitation, wrapping his lips around Robinson’s cockhead. Robinson moaned and he thrust upward immediately, almost touching the back of Chuck’s throat in the process. But Chuck rode it out, tasting the salt on his tongue and feeling the surprisingly welcome pressure until Robinson’s hips dropped back to the bed.
Chuck followed him down, swallowing him to the base. Robinson was the perfect size, for head and for fucking. Not so long Chuck would have to stretch out his throat and not so thick he wouldn’t be able to handle it.
Another thought of Andrew drifted up as Chuck went back to Robinson’s tip, running his tongue around the ridge. It rose…and it didn’t consume. Instead, he was there, in a hotel room, sucking off the cute twink plumber who got along with his kids and cared about Chuck having a good time and was entirely too self-deprecating.
For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Chuck was present in this moment.
With Robinson.