31. Chapter 31
Chapter thirty-one
Robinson
There was head, and then there was Head with a capital H.
This was Head with a capital H for sure. Robinson could count on one hand the number of times he’d gotten a blow job so intense. His thighs quivered and his jaw hung open, and he couldn’t stop either of them. He couldn’t move a god damn part of his body on his own, so he simply stared up at the ceiling and felt Chuck enveloping his dick, running his tongue along his shaft, digging soft hands into Robinson’s shaking thighs.
After a few minutes that were not nearly long enough, Chuck pulled all the way off with a soft pop as Robinson’s dick came free, and Robinson could finally muster enough control of his body to look up and see Chuck. Red eyes, a sheen of sweat, mouth slightly open and glistening wet. When his eyes met Robinson’s, he smiled and swiped some hair out of his face. “Hi.”
Robinson couldn’t help but smile back. “Now I get a hi? Feels like the kind of thing that should happen when you show up, not after you swallow my dick.” Robinson adjusted himself just low enough that he could reach Chuck’s lips with his own. He tasted of sex and soap and sweat, and Robinson ate it up, his tongue driving forward and tangling with Chuck’s. But unfortunately, Robinson’s back was a plumber’s back, not a porn star’s, so he had to break it off and lean away all too soon.
Chuck flopped over next to him. Robinson shifted so he could look Chuck in the eye. “You good?”
Chuck’s smile changed. Softened. He ran his fingers over Robinson’s head, the touch gentle. “I am.”
“Because I know you said you want the distraction, but if you change your mind, I’m good.”
Chuck’s fingers drifted across Robinson’s chest, down his belly, and wrapped firmly around his dick, tightening every muscle in Robinson’s body all at once. Chuck’s grin took on a mischievous glint. “You don’t seem good. You seem ready to blow your load.”
“And I can…handle that on my own.” In that moment, Robinson would rather light himself on fire than spend another night jerking off in the shower, but if Chuck said he was done, Robinson would respect that. Then go shopping for lighter fluid.
“So can I. But I tested out that new shower attachment. Hate to go to that trouble and not have us both get some use out of it.”
Robinson bit down on his lower lip, then nodded. “I’m not going to say no, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Good.” Chuck scooted toward the edge of the bed, then bent his head back so he made eye contact with Robinson. Upside down, but eye contact nonetheless. “Because I actually have a night and a bedroom to myself, and…I don’t want to let that go to waste.”
There wasn’t any hesitation in his words, no mincing or equivocating. And his expression, even upside down, landed somewhere between desperate and excited. Wasn’t often that a guy seemed to be looking forward to Robinson fucking him that much. It shot a pulse through Robinson’s dick, another gush of precum, and convinced him to get off the bed and get to work.
He grabbed the condoms and the bottle of lube he’d bought from the drawer of the nightstand and, as he walked around to the edge of the bed, between Chuck’s legs, he rolled on a condom and slicked his shaft. Then he spread some over Chuck’s dick and stroked a little bit, teasing him just a bit longer and harder.
Chuck lifted his legs, and Robinson had to admit, he was impressed by the flexibility there. Robinson was a doggy-style fan when he bottomed not because he hated making eye contact during sex, but because kicking his legs up and grabbing his ankles was a near impossibility. Chuck seemed to have no issue, exposing his hole and the dark hair slicked by Robinson’s rimming beforehand.
Robinson lubed up his middle finger, then pressed gently, holding eye contact with Chuck the whole time as he slid inside. It was easier than he might have expected, given Chuck hadn’t been with anyone in a while. I guess he’s just that ready . Watching his face was more than simply a gauge of comfort or discomfort. A flush spread from his chest to the top of his forehead as Robinson sank his finger inside, swirled it around. Chuck’s jaw dropped open and his eyes briefly rolled back. Even when his mouth closed again, his tongue kept flicking out over his lips. When Robinson added a second finger to the warm interior, Chuck’s back arched up off the bed and he whimpered . A forty-something year-old man was putty in Robinson’s hands.
That high was enough to push forward. Robinson slid his fingers out and positioned himself, rubbing his hands up and down Chuck’s abdomen, feeling all that hair scrub against his palms. “You ready?”
Chuck nodded, panting. “Please.”
Robinson wouldn’t deny a pleading man if he could provide some relief. He stroked himself a few times more to make sure that he was fully hard, then positioned his dick-head against the slick entrance. A bit of pressure, rocking his hips. Almost as easily as the finger, his tip popped inside and Robinson nearly nutted right there. In spite of the ease, Chuck was so tight . So warm, almost hot inside. So smooth. So ready and willing, groaning alone with Robinson in that hotel room, words half-forming before falling from his lips.
“Fu-”
“Go-”
“Ha-”
Robinson could only guess at those words, but the tone was clear. Gruff and begging at the same time. Robinson pressed forward until he was fully buried in Chuck’s ass. Then he pulled back and even those half-formed words fell to nothing more than guttural panting and rasping. Robinson took hold of Chuck’s legs, and Chuck took the opportunity, playing with his nipple with one hand and stroking himself with the other.
Robinson watched, felt Chuck’s hole tighten and loosen as he pleasured himself, and thrust in harder, faster. He could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer than Chuck had during that rimming session, and he absolutely didn’t care in the least. He sped up, and the stretch in his muscles felt so welcome, like scratching an itch deep in the small of his back.
His own hole puckered and flames began to lick up, filling him from his feet, up his legs, flooding his dick with heat and excitement. Even as it built there, telling him to release. Robinson held back as long as he could while the flames burned away all his thoughts, filled his chest and belly, vibrated down into his arms and fingers. He began to feel lighter than air, and he wasn’t breathing anymore. His knees nearly gave out…and he finally released.
The flames gushed from his dick into the condom and he collapsed forward. Chuck’s legs fell against his back as Robinson tried to find anything in the room to focus on. He thought he should reach for Chuck’s dick and help him finish again, but his arm wouldn’t move. He wanted to play with Chuck’s other nipple, pull on it with his teeth, lap at it with his tongue, but that seemed impossible as he spurted into his condom.
It took a second or a minute or an hour for Robinson to finish. Time lost all meaning, but when he finally found control of his body again, he backed up enough that he slid out, eliciting one gasp from Chuck. He slid the condom off and tied it before tossing it in the trash.
Then turned to see Chuck’s face wet, chest heaving. He was finishing himself off…and crying.