Chapter 8 | Cameron
Chapter 8
Cameron
I reached for my length and stroked it, watched him capturing his smooth unblemished face, as if he’d never shaved before, but he had. Sam sat back on his thighs, placed one of my legs over his shoulder, with his finger he placed in his mouth, when he pulled it out it was moist enough to place it on my hole, and ease his finger inside me with no problem to me. Then another finger.
“You’re tight. I didn’t expect you to be that tight. You haven’t had a man in years, why not?” he said smiling, as if he wanted to think I’d waited for him and he’d be the first to break this cherry. In fact I was waiting for a man like him, but he didn’t want to know that now, and I didn’t want to waste time and change the mood by telling him.
He leaned forward and with his mouth and spit, because I wasn’t prepared for this night, and I hadn’t anticipated getting a hotel room, therefore, I didn’t have any lube. Sam lubricated my hole by spitting in his hand and rubbing it on my tight ring. Then with both fingers deep inside, he moved them to open me up wide enough to take in his engorged penis.
As he pushed his fingers in, and pulled them out, again he smiled at me. He held a curious glance playing on his face watching my body. What was he thinking? I wondered. I wanted to know and yet I didn’t.
At first my instincts were to stop him from his probe, and tell him I’d been a top for most of my life. However, I didn’t want anything to ruin the moment. I hadn’t had a man next to me, heating me, exciting me, opening me up, and making my heart skip a beat, and whom I liked in over a year. I needed this young boy to the point where I’d take the obvious pain just to have him inside me. Pounding me causing me to feel what it had been like to receive instead of giving. Bringing me back to my youth.
Reminding me of that pleasure where a man could bring me to orgasm by hitting my prostate, and from stimulation from more than my cock.
With my legs hoisted up on his shoulders, and his palms wrapped around my thighs, my hole moist and pulsating, he pulled out his fingers, lined the head of his length on my circle, pushed his hips downward, then flicking his hips forward, and drove quick and deep inside my opening. I grunted from the hard intrusion. He didn’t see my pain, because I held the excruciating feeling to myself, by biting my bottom lip and tightened my hole.
When I squeezed my muscles around his cock, he moaned in pleasure as he pushed in and pulled out leaving his cock’s head buried around the rim.
I thought I’d feel embarrassed, but for some reason I didn’t. I didn’t think of Sam as a random dude I’d picked up for the night, and fucked him and headed home. I looked at him differently because I felt a connection I hadn’t in years. He was easy to like, and even easy to offer myself up to him, which I’d never done before. Hell, it had been a long time since I’d dated, if you could call this a date.
Sam was considerate, and didn’t prolong his entry into my waiting hole, but pushed through, and paused once he was buried deep inside my body, and it was then he said, “Is that better? I hope I didn’t hurt you.” His question had a sound of concern with sexy panting, when his eyes met mine.
“Yes. It’s good, I’m good. You didn’t hurt me,” my voice was soft and weak from the pain, but it quickly subsided as I began to forget that tight uncomfortable feeling of first entry. I focused on the boy in front of me, taking me, pushing hard against my ass, opening me up for him, not for anyone else, because I would never do this for another man but him. There was something different about Sam. There was truth and goodness in his concern and treatment of me. I needed that more than I needed anything else in my life, because I felt alone. Not that I didn’t have friends, but I was alone in my spirit since Brett had gone from my life and took most of it with him.
Sam’s eyes roamed over me, his mouth ajar, his breathing shallow and hard, the sexual starvation I had endured for more than a year finally consumed me. I closed my eyes and drifted as he drove into me hard over and over as he turned his face, and kissed my leg gently. I opened my eyes and touched his Adam’s apple with one hand, never releasing my grip on my bursting cock.
For some reason touching him gave me a pleasurable thrill, knowing he was real and I was being fucked within an inch of my life, and I enjoyed that too much. I moved my ass cheeks forward allowing him to fall deeper into me. With his long arms he reached for my hips, bringing me closer to tunnel inside me with his young hard cock.
He moaned from the pleasure it brought him, and he hit my prostate and I did everything to keep from coming too soon. I jerked my cock until my mind and body connected, and I yelled, “For fuck’s sake, Sam, you’re making me fall in love with you. I don’t know what to do next.”
“Have your orgasm with me.” He didn’t have to say more, because I opened my eyes and gazed at that handsome young man over me who reminded me of someone and immediately cum flew from the slit in my cock. My cum shot over on his chest, and down along my thighs, and I saw the smile on Sam’s face and then I felt the condom fill.
When I reached around and placed a hand on his tight ring of muscles, I felt his life’s force vibrating and it was as if he was giving it over to me.
I closed my eyes and allowed my senses to take over. I could smell his heated muscular body, and feel the sweat falling from his neck and chest onto my legs. I experienced the pulse of his hard wonderful cock vibrating inside my hole, and I tightened up to take the remains of his liquid. The pleasure that raced through couldn’t be contained, he was mine and I was his.
He fell into my arms after that, then I glanced over at him, and said, “Come home with me,” I blurted out, surprised at what I’d said. He turned to me, our bodies sweaty and wet from cum, and he peered at me as if something was wrong with me, and perhaps it was because I surprised myself.
“What did you say?”
“Come home with me? I don’t want you to leave me tomorrow. I want this night not to end.”
“Maybe you can afford to do that, but I have a new job I have to show up for and I need to prepare for it.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a buyer and seller of women’s products. I have to be in Dallas on Monday.”
“If I can get you to Dallas on Monday morning, will you come to my home Sunday, and stay with me that night?”
“Only if you can get me to Dallas like you said.”
“I have a jet and it will get you there, and—”
“What about my car?”
“I’ll pay someone to drive it there, and fly them back. If you have a friend that’s willing to do that for you, I’ll make sure it’s worth it to him.”
“You made me an offer I can’t refuse,” Sam said with a smile.
“That’s me. That’s what I do,” I said. I would have said and done anything to have him with me one more time. I hadn’t had a feeling like that since I could remember, and I didn’t want to lose it. I had to hold on to it as long as possible because I didn’t know when it would happen again.
Life changed in a second and the bad times lasted longer than the good. I was still trying to get over my loss.