Xander #4
I had forgotten he was leaking, so when I stubbornly put him in my mouth, I was met with a faintly salty taste that, while not unpleasant, wasn’t what I’d expected.
Okay, so it wasn’t cum, but it was close enough that I could add ‘tasted another man’s cum’ to the list of things I had never done before this jackass came into my life.
And so far, all those new things ranged from ‘honestly not bad’ to outright ‘would do again…repeatedly.’
I didn’t know where sucking another man’s dick was going to fall on that scale though.
It wasn’t disturbing to have his dick in my mouth, or to slide it back to my throat where I struggled to hold back my gag reflex and wondered how the hell Colin had swallowed me whole without projectile vomiting.
It was pretty weird though; I would admit.
He continued to leak, so I was met with the occasional taste of him, and I had to admit that feeling the occasional throb as I did something right was actually pleasant.
Yet it was when I looked up at him that I realized I didn’t care if sucking dick was weird, not when Colin was staring at me like I was the best goddamn thing he’d seen in ages.
His face was pink, but he was watching me raptly, his lips parted as I clumsily bobbed on his cock.
The intensity of his gaze was uncomfortable and erotic.
Both were so strong I couldn’t help but pull my eyes away, squirming internally.
Eventually, I had to pull off. My throat could only be held off from gagging so much, but he didn’t seem to care as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss.
That at least was a little more familiar, and I couldn’t help the shiver down my back when my cock slid along his.
Part of me couldn’t believe I was actually there, doing that with him, but the rest of me couldn’t have cared less except to get more, so much more.
“Ever done anal?” he asked.
I wrinkled my nose. “No one has ever—”
“Like you fucking someone,” he said, wriggling out from under me to roll over, grabbing the condoms and lube. I wasn’t too shy to admit that my eyes followed his body, then locked onto his ass before he came back to the bed with the goods.
“Oh, uh…only a couple of times,” I admitted. “Not something I was into enough to ask, and well…it wasn’t exactly asked for.”
Lube was on his hand when it wrapped around my dick and gave a few strokes. “I can imagine why.”
I looked down and frowned. “Is it…I mean, I know it’s not little, but is it—”
“Too much? Nah,” he said, and I felt that same thrill of almost envy at how he reached down without the slightest hesitation or self-consciousness to push two fingers into himself. “Trust me, I can manage.”
From anyone else, that might not have been the most ringing endorsement.
It was Colin, though, and I was learning to look beyond the jokes, past the flippancy, and see what it was he was actually saying.
His tone was light, but there was an intensity in his eyes, and it wasn’t as if he had hesitated to shove his fingers inside himself.
What I was seeing was that if he could physically hop onto my dick with no preparation, he would have done it in an instant.
That thought hummed in my thoughts as I found myself enraptured by what he was doing.
It was like catching him in the showers jerking off, except it was on purpose.
He realized what was going on, and I tensed when his eyes caught mine as he pushed a third finger in, his other hand gripping my dick to slowly stroke it.
“Someone likes to watch,” he said with a chuckle that sounded like it came from the depths of his chest.
“Shut up,” I muttered, which we both knew wasn’t a denial.
“Something to keep in mind,” he said, then glanced over. “Condom time.”
For a moment, I considered suggesting we leave the condoms. It startled me, and I snatched one condom and tore it open.
I was bemused to see they were made for thicker dicks like mine so they wouldn’t strangle the shit out of my dick.
I wondered if they were the only condoms he had because he expected bigger dicks, or if he kept a few on hand just in case.
I found I didn’t like that last idea as I rolled the condom on while he fucked himself with his fingers.
I didn’t know where that uncomfortable sense of possession had come from, but it was new to me.
It had been years since I’d felt that ugly sense of possessiveness over someone; God, I’d been in my twenties.
But there it was all the same, and with an annoyed grunt, I lubed the condom to cover up the weird shit going on in my head.
It took a bit of force on my part, but the pressure won out and the head slid in, swallowed by him eagerly. Even through the condom, I couldn’t help but marvel at how warm he was inside. I followed it further in, pushing, and stopping when his hand came up to press against my chest.
“Forgot,” I grunted when I saw the look on his face. Not quite pained, but not comfortable either. “Sorry.”
His chuckle was a little thick; his fingers squeezing my chest. “I’ll take it as a compliment, Big Boss.”
“Fuck off,” I said. The asshole was so tight I actually felt my dick twitch at the nickname that was forever tainted because of him.
“Fuck me, more like,” he said, pulling his hand back. “Rock in slowly; that should help.”
I might have been the one fucking him, but no way was I going to argue with the direction he gave me.
I was a bastard through and through, but even a bastard could make sure they didn’t fucking hurt the person they were sleeping with.
I didn’t want him hurt; what I wanted was to feel him deep inside, to hear the way he sounded when I fucked him, to make his toes curl and his mind go blank with pleasure.
It turned out that rocking was better for both of us, making the path inside easier and a lot more pleasurable.
I filed that away for future use without even fighting the idea that there would be a future for that information.
We weren’t even done yet, and I could tell there would definitely be another time, and another, and another, and… then what?
I was thankful when I was buried inside him completely before I could go any further down that train of thought. It was enough of a distraction as I pulled back and felt his grip around me before pushing back in. He squirmed slightly, and I stopped what I was doing. “What?”
“So close,” he grunted, and when I frowned, he twisted and grabbed a pillow. “Help get this under me.”
“Oh, sure,” I said. It was something I’d done before, but I hadn’t known it applied to anal, let alone to men. I shoved the pillow under his hip. “Like that?”
“Let’s see,” he said, and still confused, I pushed forward and almost stopped when he groaned. “Oh, hell yeah.”
I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but I knew encouragement when I saw it, and the fact that he was enjoying himself was all I needed.
All that had happened was changing the angle which, as I started fucking him again, I could see made all the difference.
His sounds were louder as I worked up a good rhythm, finally moving with more ease now he wasn’t gripping me to death from the inside.
I was just glad he was having a good time because I was practically lightheaded from the pleasure building inside me as I picked up the pace.
I pushed forward as I gripped his knees and bent them toward him.
I shouldn’t have been surprised that the jerk was pretty bendy, and gripping the back of his knees gave me the opportunity to really fuck down into him.
Remembering how well he had responded to rougher treatment, I tested whether it extended to fucking.
I reached down and gripped the base of his throat, not enough to cut off any air, but with a grip that made his eyes flash to mine with a burning need.
When I snapped my hips forward to slam against him, he cried out and I realized he was trying to grind onto my cock.