Chapter Seventeen Adam
A fter that, I slid off the couch and sank down to the floor on my knees. Mateo, feeling my hands on his knees, spread his legs wide and made himself comfortable. This time, instead of holding back from what I wanted to do, I leaned forward and buried my face in his junk. His thick cock pressed against my cheek and nose as I licked him from taint to tip, savoring every inch of his beautiful uncut cock. I left my hands at my sides, worshiping his thick rod with just my lips and tongue. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before I took him into my mouth.
But I had a trick to show him that I’d been saving. Something he didn’t expect.
Leaning back, I slipped the first few inches of him into my mouth, just like any normal person would. But then I opened my throat and pushed further, not stopping until my nose was buried in the tuft of fur above his cock and my tongue lapped at his balls.
“H-Holy fuck!” Mateo moaned, grinding his cock deeper into my throat instinctively. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and worked my lips up and down the base of his shaft, forcing me to take every last inch of him. “Fucking christ that feels good!”
When he finally let me go, I came off his cock with a gasp, a trail of saliva connecting us.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked, clearly in awe of my deep throating talent.
“I’ve had some practice,” I sputtered. “But it just came sort of naturally to me.”
“Well fuck,” he laughed, grabbing me by the chin and forcing his lips against mine. “You are a talented boy, aren’t you?”
“Th-Thanks.”
“Do that a bit more and then I’ll return the favor.”
I nodded. “More than happy to.”
The next few minutes were spent in cock sucking bliss. I worked every last bit of that fat cock of his, showing him every secret talent I had. He really liked it when I could deep throat him and lick his balls at the same time. That seemed to drive him crazy. Maybe a little too crazy because it wasn’t long before he forced me back and pulled me up onto the couch beside him.
“Get on all fours,” he commanded. “And spread your legs.”
“O-Oh.” Things were moving a bit faster than I expected. But I was excited anyway. “Okay.”
I did as I was told, the top half of my body leaning against the back of the couch as I exposed my ass to anyone who might be looking. Mateo got up and stood behind me, his hands caressing the tensed muscles of my back. If I was being honest, I was a bit nervous. I hadn’t done anything like this in a long time.
“Relax,” he said, squeezing and massaging my back. “I’m not gonna just shove it in. I have to get you ready.”
“Get me ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
Mateo put his hands on my cheeks and spread them wide. I braced myself for the cold sensation of lube, but something else happened entirely. Instead of cold, there was a sudden wet warmth against my hole and hot breath. Then my entire mind went blank as I relaxed and sank against the couch.
“Fuck,” Mateo groaned, nipping at my butt. “You taste good.”
I couldn’t form words and Mateo didn’t wait for me to figure it out. Instead, he went back to his work, his tongue running long slow strokes over my tight neglected hole. I practically turned into a puddle as he worked me over. With one hand he spread me wide, while the other grasped my cock dangling between my legs. He stroked me in time with his licks, dipping down occasionally to suck the sensitive tip of my cock before he went back to my hole.
There were no thoughts in my brain as he worked. In fact, all I could do was moan against the couch, my face buried in the fabric. I barely noticed the click of the lube bottle as he pressed his tongue harder and harder against my hole. However, I did notice the slickness of his hand as it returned to my cock, the lube making the friction between us so much sweeter.
However, that was nothing compared to what I felt next.
Finally, with my tight ass relaxed enough, Mateo got to his feet. Without a word, he stepped forward, the head of his cock coming to rest against my ass. I moaned and pushed back, loving the feel of it grinding between my cheeks and over my hole. He reached out, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me back against his chest, his lips against my ear.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked. “I’m negative across the board.”
“I am too,” I replied, surprised by his question.
“What do you want me to do? Be honest.”
“I… I don’t want you to use a condom,” I said at last. “But…. don’t cum inside me, okay? I… I don’t think I’m ready for that quite yet…” I hung my head. “Sorry.”
He grabbed my neck, pulling me back against him with a growl.
“Do not apologize for setting boundaries.” He nibbled at my ear. “Thank you for telling me.”
I didn’t know what to say, so a simple mutter was all he got.
“When’s the last time you bottomed?”
His cock grinding against my ass made it hard to think. “ M-Months. At least.”
“Slow and steady it is then.”
With that, he kissed me once more and forced me down on the back of the couch. There was a loud slap followed by a stinging pain in my left buttcheek. However, it quickly melted into pleasure, and I moaned again as Mateo ground himself against me.
“Damn you have a nice ass.”
“Th-Thanks.”
“I’m gonna fuck it until you scream my name.”
My cock throbbed. I hoped he was telling the truth because I wanted that more than anything.
With a firm but gentle touch, Mateo gripped my waist, pulling me back until his cock rested snugly against my hole. He rocked his hips, grinding his thick head against me and sending shivers up my spine. My body wanted him, and it didn’t take much for his cockhead to slip in. However, like most things, he felt a lot bigger once I was trying to stuff him up my ass. But Mateo was patient, his hands massaging my back as he slowly slipped further and further inside.
It was with a soft pop that his crown finally slipped past my ring, and I let out a gasp of pleasure mixed with surprise.
“Alright?” he asked, stopping where he was.
“Uh-huh,” was all I could manage as I melted further against the couch.
My cock was so hard as it dangled between my legs. A quick glance down revealed a long string of pre-cum dripping onto the couch cushion. I had a passing thought to do something about that but forgot about it immediately as Mateo began to sink further inside me. The moment his ridge popped over my prostate, I nearly forgot my own name.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, threatening to consume my entire being. It had been so long since I bottomed that I forgot how enjoyable it could be. Then again, I couldn’t remember anyone else ever taking this sort of time and care with me. Mateo was gentle when he needed to be and hard in all the right places. I moaned against the back of the couch, voicing my delight for him to hear.
“You like that spot, don’t you?” he said, the grin in his voice obvious. “That’s what I was looking for. I can feel you tighten around me every time I do this .”
Mateo rocked his hips forward, grinding the head of his dick against my prostate. I let out a low groan, my body flexing involuntarily, just as he said.
“You… You found it so fast …”
“You’re easy to read,” he cooed. “I can feel every tense muscle, every hitched breath, and every throb of your cock. Making you cum is going to be like playing an old familiar song.”
God… why did he have to talk like that? I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on than I already was.
“Then play me,” I replied at last. “I… I need it.”
“Anything you say, baby.”
There were no more words as Mateo slowly began to make good on his promise. For a full minute he played with me, grinding his cock over my prostate at an agonizingly slow pace. But I couldn’t complain. The sensations were so intense that I wasn’t sure if I’d make it to the actual fucking. I felt like he was pushing me to the edge of oblivion, but never hard enough to go over the edge. And the ecstasy was so all-consuming that I could do little else but kneel there, letting him use my body in any way he pleased.
And boy did he use me. When he was finally done torturing my prostate, he allowed himself to slip down to the hilt, his massive cock stretching me to what felt like my limits. I moaned and groaned into the sofa, never lifting my head. I was so busy trying to remember to breathe and trying to stop myself from cumming that I could think of little else. His fingers traced over my skin as he rocked back and forth. They worked their way up to my shoulders, across my back, and down to my ass where he squeezed and moaned with satisfaction. A sharp slap across my left cheek caused me to jump, but the pain just turned me on even more.
I heard Mateo grin when I started to bounce back against him, eager for his thick cock to work its magic. He timed his thrusts just right to make sure our bodies collided with enough force to send a shockwave through my cock. I was leaking so much pre-cum all over the place, but I didn’t care. I just needed more and more of him.
With every small noise I made, Mateo took note, adjusting his technique to bring me more delight than I thought possible. Nobody had ever fucked me like him and for the first time in my life, I was starting to understand why some guys liked to bottom. With an observant top like Mateo, the experience was truly incredible. It made me wonder how many bottoms I’d done a disservice to over the years.
However, as Mateo’s pace began to increase, there was no time to berate myself for the mistakes of the past. Our mutual pleasure was reaching a fever pitch and there was no room left for other thoughts. The only thing that mattered was the orgasm we were both sprinting toward.
“Fuck…” Mateo growled. “I’m… so close.”
“Me too,” I replied, my cock still untouched thanks to his deliciously wonderful fucking.
“Flip over.”
Before I could answer, Mateo pulled his cock out, leaving me gaping and already missing his amazing girth. He grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my back, placing himself between my legs. Pushing his cock against mine, he took both of us in his fist and began to pump. Between the lube and the ridiculous amount of pre-cum I’d been making, we were slick within seconds.
“Fuck…” I moaned, rocking against him instinctively. “Fuck… that feels good.”
“I’m gonna cum,” he growled back.
“Me too.”
Not slowing his pace, Mateo and I ground our swollen cocks together under his hand. A shiver of delight ran down my spine as all the muscles in my body tensed. A familiar tingle gathered in my balls, and I knew I was about to blow. But I didn’t get there first.
Mateo, with a sudden cry, rocked his hips forward, his heavy balls drawing up as he spent himself all over my cock and belly. He didn’t stop stroking, but even if he did, I don’t think it would’ve mattered. The sudden heat of his cum coating my skin pushed me over the edge. With my teeth gritted and a hand gripping his thigh, I came right after him, my cum mixing with his as I coated my belly and chest.
Letting go of our cocks at last, Mateo leaned forward his body resting against mine with my legs hitched up over his hips. Both of us struggled to catch our breath. I lifted my arms, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him close, ignoring the mess between us.
“That was… really good,” I muttered, kissing his neck.
“Yeah,” he replied. “Thank you.”
I furrowed my brows, not sure why he was thanking me when he’d done all the work. Still, I couldn’t deny that it made my heart soar to hear those words.
“Thank you,” I said. “That might’ve been the best fucking I’ve ever had.” I kissed him again. “Can we do it again?”
“Give me ten minutes,” he laughed, kissing me back.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
His grip tightened on my thigh. “Good.”