Chapter 10 #2
“Yeah?” It’d been a while since I’d bottomed, but I was open to it. We’d shared our test results via email earlier today, so we could go without condoms if he was willing. I shivered at the thought. But.... “Not sure I can go two rounds in one night. I’m not twenty-two anymore.”
I felt his smile against my cheek as I licked his earlobe. “No worries. There’s always tomorrow morning.” He lifted one leg and wrapped it around my thigh, pressing harder into my cock.
“Ouch!” I stumbled back, bending forward to get my balls away from the pinch of his zipper.
Drake wasn’t expecting the move, and he hung off my shoulders as he tried to get his legs under him.
I didn’t have any leverage, and we went down.
Drake slamming to the hallway floor butt-first before I fell on top of him, pushing him flat.
I scrambled off of him. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head? Does anything hurt?”
Drake shook his head as he wiped his hand over his face. I relaxed when I saw he was grinning. “I’m fine. You’re the one who said Ouch . What happened?”
I grimaced and reached down to gently fondle my junk. No blood, thankfully. “Your zipper pinched my balls.”
His eyes went wide. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
His expression turned sly. “How can you be sure without a physical examination?”
I laughed. “How indeed. Want to take this to the bed?” I got to my feet and held out a hand to help him up.
He stood, letting the shorts fall to the floor before pulling them up again.
“Fucking boots.” Holding his shorts up around his thighs, he waddled to the bedroom and sat on the end of the bed.
He put his right foot across his knee and grasped the boot, but then he eyed me speculatively.
With a cheeky smile he leaned back on his elbows and raised his boot in the air, wiggling it in my direction. “Help, please.”
I shook my head at him, but I couldn’t stop smiling as I pulled off first one, then the other boot. I tossed them aside and ran my hands up his legs. “These shorts have been driving me crazy since this morning.”
“Good. Take them off.” He lifted his ass so I could slide the shorts down his long legs. I took my time peeling off his bright blue boxer-briefs to free his straining cock. It smacked against his belly, and he grunted.
Admiring Drake’s naked body, with his young, unlined skin, I stood up and toed off my shoes as I pushed my scrubs and boxers to my ankles before stepping out of them.
“Lube?” Drake scooted up the bed toward the pillows. “I’m on PrEP and you saw my test results. I’m good to go without condoms if you are.”
Fuck. I gave my cock a firm stroke. “Yeah.” My voice was rusty sounding. “Me too. I’ll get the lube.” I walked over to the nightstand and pulled out the bottle. Drake reached for it, but I held it back. “No, I want to.”
One side of his mouth curled up. “Knock yourself out.” He made a production of arranging the pillows under his head and hips while I got on the bed. I should probably have pulled the comforter down, but it could be washed.
Drake held his knees to his chest and watched me with glittering eyes as I warmed lube between my hands. His balls were high and tight. I needed to make sure I didn’t set him off with my fingers.
I circled his hole, and he relaxed his body, allowing me to slip one finger inside. “Fuck, you feel good.” I gripped the lube bottle tighter with my free hand so I wouldn’t jerk myself to orgasm before I could get inside him.
He wriggled his hips, trying to move toward me. “More. Hurry. I like a little burn.”
I kept my eyes on his as I entered him with two fingers. He moaned, and I wasn’t anywhere near his prostate.
“Put in the third. I need your cock.”
Not as much as I needed to be inside him. I gritted my teeth as I poured more lube on my hand, my cock hard enough I felt like I’d blow if I even touched it.
He took three fingers easily. “I’m ready. Do it.” His face was flushed, and sweat dampened the hair at his temples. He let go of one of his legs to grab my arm. “In me.” He practically bared his teeth.
I slid my fingers out of his body and wiped the excess lube on my cock. Drake pulled at my arm, as if he could drag me into his hole.
I grinned, pausing with my cockhead barely touching his entrance.
He bucked his hips to get closer, and I dragged a finger down the underside of his cock, enjoying his shout of frustration.
“You know, Drake, there’s a benefit to getting older.
I might not be able to get it up as many times per night as you, but there’s something I know I can do that you probably can’t. ”
I pushed in, just a little, just enough for my crown to slide into his hole. God, he felt so good.
Drake moaned, “Yes! More.”
I held still, resisting the urge to plunge completely into his writhing body. “Not yet. I haven’t finished telling you about my old guy superpower.”
He gave me a death stare. “How are you even able to have a conversation right now? Will you fuck me already?”
I pulled at his legs until they were over my shoulders, allowing him to impale himself on my cock and press his ass flush with my body.
I managed not to cry out at the feel of his heat surrounding me, but it was close.
I feigned a relaxed smile. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Drake.
Being older means I have stamina. I can do this all night without coming.
Maybe torment you with tiny little thrusts.
” I demonstrated by moving my hips only millimeters.
I laughed at his glare. “Or, I could fuck you at the wrong angle, so you’ll never quite get to the tipping point of your orgasm.” I gave a stronger thrust this time, but I kept the pressure away from his prostate.
He whined and wiggled his hips in a circle, trying to get my cock where he wanted it. Fuck, I didn’t have long before I came.
Drake’s fingers were still clamped around my bicep, but he used his other hand to grab his dick. “I don’t need you to come, asshole.” His eyes fell shut as he stroked.
I knocked his hand away and took over, finally giving him the friction he needed, inside and on his cock.
It took me three more thrusts to find the right angle, I knew I hit it when Drake shouted, his body bowing up toward me as he came.
Long spurts of cum drenched his chest and abs as he clenched around my cock, setting off my own orgasm.
After we’d stopped shuddering, we both relaxed, and I clasped him to my body, ignoring the cum squelching between us. He grimaced as I slid out of him, and his legs fell to either side of me.
I kissed him gently, then I stroked his sweaty hair off of his face. “Am I too heavy?”
“No.” He ran his hand over my shoulder. “But you’re kind of an asshole in bed.”
I laughed. “Don’t you think I’m an asshole out of bed too?”
He shrugged, looking down to where he was toying with my chest hair. “You’re not too bad.” His eyes flashed up to mine. “Sometimes. Unlike just now.” He tickled my side, not letting up until, laughing, I pulled him into a kiss.