16. Isaac
16
ISAAC
I insist on taking Tyler for the ice cream I’d promised when we left the house earlier this evening. It feels like a lot longer, but less than an hour has passed since Jimmy called. The rounds are quick, and I walked out with a thousand dollars in my pocket and Tyler’s big, hard cock pointing straight at me. That's a win-win if you ask me.
Considering how charged I tend to feel after a fight, I'm proud of myself for making it to the ice cream parlor without pulling over and throat fucking my poor, innocent Tyler. That would certainly be an advanced lesson, one that he may not be ready for. Then again, maybe he could throat fuck me. Maybe we can skip over a few chapters and I could sit on that big, thick cock of his.
Christ.
"What flavor did you get?" I ask, gesturing to his cone with my chin. I need to redirect my thoughts.
"Coconut salted caramel," he says. "Wanna try it?"
Setting my bowl aside, I take his cone from him. Instead of bringing it to my mouth, I hold it in front of his lips.
"Open," I tell him, and shudder a little as he does what I say.
He holds his tongue out, and I twirl the ice cream over the hot, pink surface. Then I lean forward and lick at the sweet treat before sucking his tongue into my mouth. He moans loud enough that I become aware of our surroundings. Several people are watching us with varying levels of astonishment, offense, and maybe some disgust. I'm sure it doesn’t help that my face looks like I let someone almost twice my size use it as a punching bag.
"Shit," Tyler curses to himself, looking down as his face flames.
I can't help but laugh and pull him up to stand so we can make a quick exit. "Sorry about that!" I yell over my shoulder. "The ice cream is just that good!"
It's freezing outside, but the cold air helps to sober me a little. We eat our ice cream on the walk back to my truck. Tyler asks me questions about how I got into fighting. The answer isn't very exciting. I was a troubled teen with no fear and a family to feed. Getting knocked around put decent money in my pockets, especially once I figured out how to play to the crowd. In some of the seedier fights, the show runners take bets throughout the fight. And who's going to bet on a kid that can't block a punch? I'd wait until the bets were in my favor, then unleash.
"When I was eighteen or nineteen, I fought this guy named Jax Keller and lost—spectacularly. After the fight, he followed me out. I thought for a moment that he was going to start some shit, because that happens sometimes—usually only after a win, though. But he approached me about what kind of training I had, which was none. I'd taken taekwondo as a kid, nothing serious. That was it. He offered to train me."
"That was nice of him."
"He didn't know it then, but Jax came around right when I needed it the most. The pressure of it all was getting to me. Jobs were hard to come by, and I wasn't making enough to make ends meet, much less get ahead. I started fighting out of desperation, and I was getting to a breaking point. Without him coming into my life when he did, I might have made some really bad choices. I'd be just another stereotype."
"Does he know that?"
"He did. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a few years back, and I'd sit with him during his treatments sometimes. We got a lot of time to talk.That's also how the idea for the gym got started. We'd sit around and plan stuff like it was a real place."
"And now it is."
"Yeah. Almost."
"I bet he'd be proud."
"I hope so," I say, blinking back tears as I get all misty-eyed. It's not like I'm so macho I don't think men should cry or anything, but that's not the vibe I was going for tonight. I'm happy to talk about Jax and tell Tyler more about my life and learn about his, but I need to change the subject, because there's a very important topic I feel we need to discuss. One that can't wait any longer.
"So, out of curiosity," I say, opening the passenger side door to my truck. "How many people did you accidentally assault with that massive hard-on you had tonight?"
"Oh my God, shut up!" Tyler yells, pushing me out of the way to climb in.
Grabbing his arm, I spin him to face me, pressing into him and taking his mouth in a rough kiss. He writhes while I rut into him until I'm sure we're in danger of being arrested. Releasing him to let him into the car, I give his ass a light squeeze and kiss the back of his thigh as he climbs in. The sight of his round little ass in his black skinny jeans has me making a clear plan for the rest of the night.
By the time we make it back to my place, I've been thinking too hard about all the things I want to do to him. I can barely feel the cold despite the temperature dropping by almost twenty degrees. Tyler's teeth are chattering, so I decide warming up in the showers is a great segue into our next lesson. I all but throw Tyler over my shoulder to get us there faster, remembering almost too late that his ribs are still healing. He doesn't protest or act like anything hurts, though. And I need him naked. Like, now.
Our clothes are half off and I've got my hand in Tyler's pants before we even make it into the restroom. His big cock is warm and firm and so fucking perfect. He's tripping as I'm walking him back, mouth fused to his, trying to get his tight pants off. As soon as he gets one leg and foot fully out, I pick him up and wrap his free leg around my waist, stepping on the end of the pants to pull them the rest of the way off. I'm still in my jeans by the time we get to the water and turn it on. While I'm adjusting the water, Tyler slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs and peels them down with my jeans. My cock bobs free as he shimmies the fabric down my thighs. A curse echoes off the tile when his mouth wraps around me and sucks hard.
" Fuuck, you're a quick learner. You've gotten— nnyggh —a little too— fuck —good at that." I'm panting within seconds, ready to spill down his throat. "I'm going to come–"
Tyler pulls off of me, stands and turns around. My sweet, innocent, shy kitten places both hands on the tile wall and juts his ass out, widening his legs and curving his spine to put himself on display—to offer his ass to me.
My breath catches on a choked groan, and it takes a second for my brain to catch up to what he wants. It's barely a breath later that my cum is painting his smooth, pale skin. The sight alone is enough to bring me to my knees, and I kneel behind him, hands cupping the perfect globes of his ass and pushing them apart to watch my cum trickle down his cleft. My breathing becomes labored the closer it gets to his tight, pink little hole. I watch in rapture until my release slowly trickles all the way down to his balls.
Leaning forward, I lick a stripe from the back of his balls, all the way up his crack, collecting my cum as I go. Tyler gasps and twists his body, trying to look back at what I'm doing. I open my mouth to let him see, watching the color of his deep blue irises get swallowed up by his pupils. I want to tell him I'm nowhere near done with him. I want to whisper all the dirty things I'm about to do to him, but I don't want to lose the load in my mouth. I have plans for it. Plans that involve getting as much of my cum inside him as possible.
Rather than tease him for much longer, I press my face between his soft cheeks and lick his asshole like the ice cream I sucked from his tongue. With each swipe, flick, and swirl of my tongue, I spread my mouthful of cum around his hole, getting him wet and soft for me. His body shakes, a rhythmic movement that I recognize as his hand frantically stroking his cock as I work.
"I know it feels good, kitten. But this is mine," I growl, batting his hand away.
Encouraging him to widen his stance a little more, I pull his cock down and suck it into my mouth from behind. I get it nice and sloppy wet with spit and cum, holding it straight down so I can lick him from tip to taint, then back up to his hole. It's puckering for me, clenching and releasing with each press of my tongue to get inside.
When the tip of my tongue finally breaches him, I shove it in as far as I can get it, relishing the full body shudder and cry from Tyler. His cock thickens and jerks in my hand, so close to coming in my hand. I stop stroking him, but keep fucking him with my tongue until Tyler is rocking back against my face. I replace my tongue with the tip of my index finger, licking along the back of his thigh up his cheek to gather more of my mess, then wrap my lips around his hole and spit my cum inside. Tyler curses and collapses forward, pressing his face to the tile and pushing his ass out even further. I keep feeding more cum inside him, spitting, then pushing it inside with my finger while he begs. My finger is moving in and out of his tight hole so smoothly, I add another, knowing the stretch might distract him from the edge for a little longer. Before I know it, Tyler is pushing back against my hand, fucking himself on my fingers making unintelligible demands for me to please let him come.
"You want to come on my fingers, with my cum stuffed up inside you, baby?"
He throws his head back, chest flat against the wall. "Please!"
Well, since he begs so prettily.
My fingers move back and forth over the soft nub of his prostate, I kiss my way down over his balls and shaft, licking at his tip before moving my head and shoulders between his legs to take him into the back of my throat. He rocks into my mouth, bends his knees to encourage my fingers deeper, moans long and low, but when the orgasm hits him, he buckles.
His knees give out, making him basically fall on my face. I support him with his legs over my shoulders, rocking him into my mouth as I milk his prostate with my fingers. His load shoots forcefully into the back of my throat, then he trembles and sobs as a second, smaller spurt of cum spills into my mouth. When the pulses of aftershocks have passed and I've sucked him clean, I gently lower him to my lap and cradle him while he comes down.
"Okay, now that was intense," he says in a breathy voice. "And I get it now."
"Get what?" I chuckle.
"The appeal of asses and holes and whatnot."
"Can't forget the whatnot," I say with a laugh, kissing him on the forehead.
"That felt like some kind of graduation. Like, what's next after that? What could possibly top that?"
"I think next… you should top me ."
His eyes widen, and he turns in my arms to face me.
"You want me to top you ?"
"That's what I said."
Tyler groans. "I think I might pass out."
"Go ahead, kitten. I've got you."
He doesn't pass out, but he does stare at me wide eyed for the rest of the night, even while he's cleaning and bandaging my cuts. Every time I start to speak, he presses his fingers to my lips and insists I'm not allowed to say another word, because his body can't handle being turned on right now.
I'm a good boy until we're about to drift off to sleep, Tyler's back spooned against my chest. I lean down and give his earlobe a soft kiss, then whisper low against the shell of his ear.
"I can't wait to have you inside me."
His aroused whimper helps guide me into the sweetest dreams.