Xander #5
“Fucking…” I growled and fucked him in earnest. Our bodies crashed together as I held onto his neck, my body slamming against his as I tried to keep the angle that had worked before.
His smart mouth apparently didn’t work well when he was getting fucked, his cries coming out half strangled and his chest breaking out in a sweat.
His dick was half hard, flopping against his stomach, but he reached down and took hold of it, jerking himself off as he cried out.
I almost thought about stopping him, but hell, I was already too close.
I needed him to get off, to make a mess of himself.
After only another minute of fucking him into my mattress like it was my goal to break the damn thing, his body went rigid.
I could feel him tighten around me, trying to suck me into him as he cried out.
Cum splattered over his hand and arced up to his chest, gleaming in the light of my cabin.
My hips twitched before snapping back again, twice, three, four times before I let out an animalistic snarl and felt myself come hard.
I pulled free, making him grunt and yanked off the condom as the next spurts of my cum hit him.
To my shock, he found the strength to wrap his mouth around the head, and I groaned as I felt his tongue rub the underside as I filled his mouth.
His eyes were staring up at me, half lidded and my breath caught when I watched his throat work, swallowing what I gave him.
I panted. “That…had to taste awful.”
“I forgot you had a condom on a second before,” he said with a laugh, wiping his mouth. “Next time I’ll just let you point and shoot.”
“Next time,” I said with a snort.
He looked up at me, and I saw a flash of uncertainty. “Was it that bad?”
“No,” I admitted almost instantly. “Not at all, it was…kinda weird, but not bad.”
“That feels like a rave review coming from you,” he said with a snort. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No,” I grimaced as I found the condom and dropped it in the trash can next to my desk.
“Okay, lemme try this. Do you think you should talk about it?” he asked.
I glanced at him; he was sitting on the edge of the bed, as completely unfazed by his nudity as…well, as I was. I guess there was little point in being self-conscious around someone you’d just fucked into the mattress.
“Probably,” I grunted.
“Will you?”
“Probably not.”
He laughed. “So, are you going to keep denying that this is going to happen again?”
“No,” I said as I fished a couple of beers out of my fridge and handed him one, sitting on the bed next to him and opening mine. “It’s just…weird.”
“I mean,” he said, and I smirked when he read the label on the beer and nodded his approval, “you’ve spent your entire life being straight, right?”
“Right.”
“With no feelings for another guy?”
“Nope.”
“Not even a little, not even a moment that you pushed away?”
“I said no.”
He eyed me for a minute, and then nodded. “Then it makes sense.”
“None of this makes any sense,” I said, watching him take a drink. “I’m too old to be having a sexuality crisis.”
“Doesn’t have to be a crisis if you don’t want it to be,” he said as he stared ahead thoughtfully. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal. I won’t make it into one.”
“I…am attracted to you,” I admitted and then glared at him. “No smart-ass comments?”
He smiled. “Go ahead, I’ll be good.”
“That’s it,” I said with a snort. “You’re hot to me. I don’t know why, but you are. And the sex was…great.”
“It was.”
“Was it?”
“For me?”
“Yeah.”
“It was,” he said with a snort. “What does it say that I’m not at all surprised that once you figured out fucking me at a certain angle would drive me crazy, you went for it?”
“I have to ask,” I said, ignoring his question and whatever implication came with it. “What’s with you liking it rough and when I take control?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Big, strong guy like you? Holding me down and fucking me to my breaking point? It’s hot. I also like tying big guys like you up and fucking myself on you until you’re ready to murder me, then watching when I finally let you come.”
“I’d kill you,” I said, even as my traitorous dick stirred to life.
“No, you’d come hard,” he said with a laugh, then shook his head. “I’m not in the business of forcing shit like that on people. I just like…I don’t know, I guess you could call it power dynamics.”
“Huh,” I said thoughtfully. “You, uh…aren’t going to stay, are you?”
He bumped me with his shoulder. “I’m not going to give anyone a reason to gossip. Plus, you’d strangle me in the non-sexy way if I stuck around too long.”
“Probably,” I admitted, confused when I felt a flash of disappointment. “I don’t know what to say now.”
“So don’t say anything,” he said, and I blinked when he leaned over, closing his eyes as he pressed his face against my shoulder with a contented sigh. “We’ll just sit here for a bit while I bask in my orgasm and drink this good beer. Maybe my legs will work by then.”
That…worked.
So that’s what we did.
And if I missed him after he was gone, who had to know but me?