Chapter 3 #4
“Not one I like. I’ll have to buy a new one for you anyway.
In the meantime...” Gavin got up and went to his suitcase sitting on a large dresser.
“I’ve something in here.” He pulled out a blue-and-white, checkered handkerchief and tied it in a big knot.
“Bite this.” He stuck it in Johnny’s mouth.
“Wait.” Gavin went into the bathroom and came out with a long terrycloth belt that had apparently come from a robe.
He tied it around Johnny’s mouth with the handkerchief still in it.
“There—gagged.” Before he climbed back onto the bed, he grabbed his cock.
It seemed as if he squeezed it pretty hard when a clear drop pooled at the top.
Johnny wanted to lick it off but couldn’t get to it with the gag in place.
Gavin crawled over him and rubbed his dick across the gag. “I like this. Mm...give me your hands.”
Johnny complied at once, raising his hands. Gavin kissed both of his palms before shoving them behind Johnny’s head.
“Leave them behind your head. If you need to stop, you can touch me. Otherwise, keep them there. Understand?”
Johnny nodded.
“Good.” He slowly moved his body over Johnny’s until his face was level with Johnny’s cock. He kissed the tip of it. “I brought lube and condoms. I hoped we’d, you know, get here.”
Johnny groaned and let his eyes roll back.
Gavin fucking him! He’d been hoping for it, so he’d taken care of what needed to be done when he’d showered.
He’d still need lube and a stretch, though.
He didn’t need to tell Gavin that. In seconds, Gavin came back with a slick finger sliding into Johnny’s channel.
He moaned around the material in his mouth.
Gavin froze. “You can breathe, right?”
Johnny nodded his head furiously, wanting him to get on with the fingering.
Gavin didn’t disappoint him. He moved his fingers inside Johnny, searching for his spot.
It only took a moment to find it, and when he pushed on it, Johnny’s hips came up off the bed.
That only gave Gavin an excuse to hold Johnny captive.
He’d never been at someone else’s mercy like this before.
His hands might as well have been bound—he wouldn’t move them.
Johnny had the sensation of being helpless with the combination of Gavin’s command, his weight on Johnny’s hip, and his gag. He gave himself over to it.
Gavin pushed his finger in again. The more Gavin finger-fucked him, the harder his dick felt, and the more precum leaked from the tip. Johnny didn’t want it to ever end, but he wanted more—more friction on his cock and more fucking and Gavin’s thick cock pegging him like his fingers were.
“I know, baby. I’ve got you,” Gavin murmured. He leaned over and sucked Johnny’s cock a few times. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”
Johnny nodded. His eyes opened wide. He trusted Gavin. He wasn’t entirely sure how he could give in to him so easily, but he still let go, relishing the pleasure and wonder. Was this type of kink something he needed and hadn’t known it?
When Gavin had enough fun playing with Johnny’s cock and ass, he stopped and wiped his hands on a hotel towel.
Then he opened up a condom and rolled it over his cock.
He applied more lube and smeared a little more inside Johnny’s ass.
He held Johnny’s thighs back, so his knees almost pressed against his chest. “Okay?”
Johnny didn’t nod. He looked at Gavin with demanding eyes.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He lined up the head of his cock and pushed.
Johnny gasped, but it was muffled under the gag. Once he was fully seated, Gavin paused, letting Johnny adjust. He pulled back and pushed in slowly a few times. Johnny expected him to go all out any second, but he didn’t.
He rocked his pelvis and ran his hands across the backs of Johnny’s legs.
He squeezed his calf, then pulled his socks off and tossed them to the floor.
He massaged Johnny’s feet one at a time.
He held one for a moment, and then he sucked on his toe—the first one past the big toe.
It made Johnny squirm. He’d never had a foot fetish.
..or any fetish. He was rapidly developing a Gavin-fetish, though.
Gavin chuckled, then pushed forward, leaning over Johnny’s face, between his legs.
“I’d kiss you, but you seem to be...tied up.
” He smirked a little, but then his eyes rolled back in his head as Johnny squeezed his sphincter tightly.
The moment he relaxed a bit, Gavin began to move for real, pounding his ass.
In and out, Gavin hit his prostate with every stroke.
Johnny was going to explode without ever touching his dick.
Before he did, Gavin stopped. With a growl in his voice, he ordered Johnny to turn over.
“Lean up on your arms, baby. I want to see my cock sliding in and out of that sexy ass.” He grunted as he slid back inside.
“Squeeze me again, Johnny. Show me how much you want my cock. Yeah, like that.” Johnny squeezed in pulses and wiggled around.
Gavin smacked his ass. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby.” He grabbed Johnny’s hips and manhandled him back and forth, but Johnny took over the pace, leaning forward and shimmying back, squeezing his ass, and making Gavin groan. “Ah...there. There, Johnny, yeah.”
He smacked Johnny’s ass again before taking control.
Johnny pushed forward on his arms. The gag bugged him.
The material scraped against his tongue.
Gavin’s fingers dug into his hips hard enough to leave bruises.
He wanted to take it, wanted Gavin to be happy with their sex, but he rapidly lost interest—until Gavin brought the extra. Like everything else he did.
Gavin’s body pressed heavily against him.
He kissed between Johnny’s shoulder blades and wrapped his arms around his waist. He held Johnny up with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other.
He gave it a quick stroke, and Johnny stopped thinking about the gag, or Gavin’s grip, or anything else but bliss washing over him.
Gavin pumped his cock while fucking his ass, matching the pace, speeding up, sending Johnny to heaven.
He didn’t even think much about it when his knees came off the mattress.
Gavin squeezed his cock one last time and whispered in his ear, “Come for me.” That was all it took. Johnny came hard, seeing stars and breathing heavily. Gavin grunted behind him and lost his rhythm, letting Johnny know that he’d come too.
Johnny breathed hard around the gag, enjoying the soft kisses Gavin placed on his back.
“Mmm...Johnny, baby, so good. You’re amazing.
Perfect.” He wiped his hand on the towel beside the bed then tugged at the robe belt, untying it.
He rolled Johnny over and gently took the makeshift gag out of his mouth. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Johnny’s lids drooped, only half-open. Gavin kissed the side of his head and then his lips.
“Want some water or something?”
“Mmm...okay.”
Gavin found a bottle of water and brought it back to Johnny, helping him sit up to drink it. Afterward, he sat on the bed and pulled Johnny into his arms. “You were so perfect. How’d I get so lucky?”
Johnny snorted. “It wasn’t all that, Gavin.”
“Huh. You say that, but you’ve no idea how many guys do not want to be gagged or tied. Or have their ass smacked.”
“Their loss.”
“So, you enjoyed it? You’re sure?”
Johnny stretched up and kissed him on the lips then nuzzled under his chin, enjoying the feel of his beard against his nose.
It smelled like soft leather, better than the interior of his rental car, and a hint of soft fruit, maybe plum from his soap or cologne.
He hoped he’d get the chance to find out.
“I came so hard I saw stars. All the stars.”