Chapter Nineteen
Nineteen
Christian
Cole Sanders has the largest penis I’ve ever seen.
He also seems to be made entirely of muscle, with hands the size of spades and thighs the circumference of Asher’s waist, but as he positions Asher over the arm of the couch and leans back to spit directly on his hole, I know I will still tackle him to the floor if he hurts him.
Though the man has been nothing but gentle so far, treating Asher like a piece of fragile glass that will shatter if handled too roughly.
They could not be more different, visually. Asher fine-boned, pretty, and delicate all over; Cole the very embodiment of physical masculinity. Together, it’s one of the most arousing things I’ve ever seen.
My next thought is one I’ve had often throughout my life, at all sorts of moments.
I’ve had it when I’m anxious about a speech I have to make or a meeting I have to attend.
I’ve had it while on the phone to my car insurance company, or while watching a stage of the Tour de France on TV.
And it is this: how did civilisation get to this?
2.8 million years of human evolution converging upon this moment: this beautiful, black-haired, blue-eyed boy having the largest dick I’ve ever seen pushed into his perfect asshole.
I’d laugh if I wasn’t so completely turned on.
Asher is sitting on the arm of the sofa now, back bent forward with his ass angled over the edge so his hole is open and ready to be filled.
“Fuck, look at this pretty hole… I can’t fucking wait to be in you.”
Asher turns his head to meet my eye. “I can’t wait either. Want you so fucking bad, daddy.”
Cole growls and leans in to kiss the back of his neck, then lowers Asher’s head to press his mouth to his at an upside down angle. Holding his chin, his cock pressed to the outside of Asher’s hole, he says in a desire-licked voice: “You gonna be a good boy for me, let me fuck you wide open?”
Asher nods. “Yes, I’ll be your good boy…
I’ll be so good for you.” He opens his mouth and Cole licks into it with a low moan.
Asher whines and wraps his hand around his own cock, which is hard against his stomach now.
I’m rock hard in my jeans, and I’m extremely grateful I’d had the foresight to sit behind the bar and not over by the TV where it had been suggested initially.
The moment Cole pushes into him, Asher’s eyes fly open wide. Cole is still holding his head, staring down into his face almost lovingly as he gently guides his cock into his body.
“That’s it, baby, you can take it. Fuck, you’re so tight, Asher.”
Asher is panting now, gorgeous body trembling with pleasure as he plays with his cock. Christ, he really does love this. When he meets my eyes again, he has the smallest hint of a smile on his face.
“That’s it, right there,” he says, biting his lip as Cole pistons in and out. “You feel so good, daddy. Fuck.”
“Yeah, you like how my dick feels inside you, baby?”
Asher nods. “Yes, I do.”
Cole’s thrusts begin to slow, turning to lazy pulls in and out of Asher’s body. When he pulls out entirely, I have to blink myself out of a trance, shifting to sit up straighter. “How about you wrap that pretty mouth around my dick, taste yourself on it.” He kisses Asher messily.
“Mmmm, yeah, okay.” He lets Cole manoeuvre him so he’s kneeling on the couch with his head where his arse had been a moment before.
As Cole guides his dick, glittering and gigantic, toward Asher’s open, wet mouth, he meets my eyes again, keeping our gazes locked even as Cole groans in pleasure at the feel of his throat.
The muscular man bends at the hips to reach toward Asher’s hole, then uses both hands to spread his cheeks and says, “Fuck, look at that pretty fucking hole.” He brings a hand to his mouth, sucking two fingers, then brings them to circle over the pink opening. “You want me back inside you, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” mumbles Asher around his dick.
“What a perfect little fuck hole.”
“Mmmmmh.”
When Cole lightly slaps Asher’s cheek, I stiffen, but as though sensing it, Asher pulls off Cole’s cock and gives me a reassuring smile before swallowing him again.
There’s a phone—Asher’s, I think—on the floor pointing up, and I can only imagine how good it must look.
Cole’s enormous dick pushing between Asher’s lips into his throat, throat filled and bobbing.
It’s dangerously depraved. Then Cole is pulling out and moving behind Asher, folding his large form on all fours so he can return to his hole, kissing and sucking noisily on it for a few moments.
I have to bite my tongue to stop from groaning aloud from want.
I list all the things I’m going to do to Asher the moment I get him alone, the way I’ll command him to spread himself for me, touch himself for me, the words I’ll coax from him.
I’ll make him beg for me. I’ll use his perfect little body until he can’t take anymore, until he’s mindless and broken from being fucked.
He’s writhing now, head dropped between his shoulders as he shoves back into Cole’s face. Suddenly, he lifts his head in my direction and smiles wickedly. His cheeks are bright cherry red now, gaze half-lidded and glittering with lust.
“Please fuck me. I need your dick inside me right fucking now…”
“Tell me how much you need it, beautiful, let me hear you say it.”
“I need it really fucking bad, daddy.”
I swallow. It’s getting harder to watch this because I’m extremely aroused now.
More aroused than I have any right to be in front of a complete stranger, and Asher has shown me at every opportunity how much he wishes it was me fucking him right now.
And Lord knows I wish it was. But I can’t bloody ejaculate here.
And if I get up and leave, he’ll think it’s for another reason altogether.
Cole climbs off the couch and stands, pulling Asher to him to kiss him long and deep, thick tattooed arms wrapping around his much smaller body.
They kiss for a long time, sexily and noisily, the unmistakable sound filling the suite.
When Cole hooks his hands under Asher’s arse and lifts him, Asher’s legs curl around to hook behind his back.
It looks to take no effort to hold Asher like this, and when he angles his dick up into his hole and begins to fuck him, I can only marvel at the strength on display.
It’s beautiful to watch, the contrast of their bodies, one large and marked with dark intricate designs set against the compact, smooth, pale-gold tangle of Asher’s limbs.
Asher likes this a lot, too, I can tell.
“That’s it, baby, bounce that pussy on my dick. Show me how much you love it.”
Asher complies, hips and thighs working together to give him the angle he needs.
He throws his head back, whining and panting, as Cole lifts and drops him in a sensual rhythm for what feels like a long time.
Then, gentle as a baby, and with his cock still deep inside him, he sets him down on the sofa and begins to fuck him slowly again.
Affectionate, he reaches up to push a tumble of dark hair away from Asher’s face.
He whispers, “You’re so pretty, baby. Look at you… ”
The angle I have is side-on, and so I see him smile lazily. “Thank you. You’re really hot, too.”
“Yeah? You think so?”
“I do,” Asher says softly, kissing him. When Cole closes his eyes and presses a tender kiss to Asher’s forehead, I feel a strange drop in my gut. “I like how you fuck me.”
Cole looks pleased. “I like fucking you, baby. So much. I wanna do it all the time…”
“You can do it whenever you want.”
I feel a second drop, heavy as a hangman’s noose.
Cole begins to speed up, reaching between them to take Asher’s dick in his hand, stroking smoothly.
Asher makes a delicious noise then, protesting at the pleasure almost. But I’m too distracted to enjoy it now.
The idea of this man fucking Asher whenever he wants to, of Asher liking it.
It’s just words, spoken for the camera; it’s my reaction to them that’s worrying me.
I’m pathologizing just why this is when Asher gasps, loud and pretty.
“I’m getting really close,” he tells Cole.
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
“Fuck… yeah… I’m gonna…”
“Let me see it, come for me, show me that load.”
Asher bucks up off the sofa as he comes, eyes squeezed closed as Cole milks him of his orgasm
“Shit, yes. Come around my cock.” He laughs a little. “Look at you. I bet it tastes so fucking good, baby.”
When he’s done, Asher swipes a finger through the mess on his stomach and holds it out to Cole.
Sucking it, he begins to fuck Asher in earnest. It doesn’t take him long, and just as I’m analysing how awful it’s going to be watching another man come inside of Asher, Cole pulls out.
He orgasms in loud, almost violent shudders which seem to last an eternity, and all the while, Asher gazes up at him, eyes glittering.
Laughing, Cole falls onto Asher’s chest and both of them let out deep, satisfied-sounding sighs.
“Well, that was really great,” he says.
“Mmmm. Yeah. We gotta do that again REAL soon,” Cole says, kissing Asher chastely on the cheek before climbing off him. I don’t realise I’m holding my breath until Cole springs up and claps his hands together in front of the camera and announces: “Annnnnd cut.”