Chapter 2 #2
I blinked them open and looked up to his face to see if my realization had already become a reality.
Just then, he slid his dick into my mouth.
Both his hands gripped my cheeks to hold me in place.
He pushed in as deep as he could, gazing down on me with a curiosity that seemed to mix his wish to see what I’d look like with his dick in my mouth with his wonder at how far I could take him.
No camera. What a relief.
A fact that he couldn’t have known—one that would come in handy to reward him for keeping his word not to take pictures—was that I didn’t have a gag reflex. And he was just a second away from finding out.
His dick glided over my tongue until it was fully inside. I closed my lips around him, glancing up at him.
“You’re full of surprises, Brian.” His lips parted slightly in honest surprise. “If you can take me that deep, I assume you like it rough? Or do you need me to be gentle, despite that impressive skill?”
I wanted to speak, but he made no attempt to pull his dick back out. So, I raised my index finger to signal that I wanted to go with the first option.
The grin on his face turned wide. “Rough it is.” He adjusted his grip on my head, pulled his hips back slightly, and thrust his dick deep into my mouth to test how far he could go.
With each thrust, he moved faster, trying to go even deeper, but no matter how rough he got, he didn’t find a limit.
The whole time, we held eye contact. This was heaven.
He went at it for a few minutes before his mouth let out a nice, deep moan. “You want my load?”
“Uh-huh,” I grunted back, still unable to speak.
“Of course you do.” He thrust in twice more before pulling his dick out and wrapping his fingers around his shaft.
As he wanked himself, he rested his balls on my mouth, and I took the opportunity to lick them.
His mouth gaped open, and his head dropped to his chest as he pulled his hips back, aiming the tip of his cock at my face.
With a grunt, he shot a thick rope of cum.
It flew over my face, some landing in my hair, but most of it landed on my cheek.
He gripped my head and tilted it slightly, aiming the second rope at my other cheek, as if he was deliberately painting a picture on my face. The warm sensation was everything.
After he finished, he wiped his tip across my face to make sure it was covered completely.
My right hand shot to my crotch, quickly freeing my cock.
I wanted to cum while he was still there before he inevitably left and we never saw each other again.
That’s how these dates worked. This time would be no different, especially since we had an outside connection that should have kept us from doing this in the first place, so it wouldn’t be awkward if we ever saw each other again.
I couldn’t say I regret it, though. He had one of the best dicks I’ve tasted in my life, and seeing this unexpectedly dominant side of him was something that surprised me in the best way.
I closed my eyes, wanking myself as fast as I could, focusing solely on the sensation of his warm cock smearing his cum all over my face.
“Brian?” Theo asked, making me open my eyes. “Want me to help you out too?” He pulled his dick away from my face and scanned the room. His eyes settled on the bed behind me. “How about you lie down?”
“You don’t have to—”
“But I want to,” he cut in with that grin on his face again.
He stepped out of his jeans, which had been hanging around his ankles until then, crouched down, and licked over my cheek.
Leaning back, he stuck out his tongue, showing me the cum he had just scooped up before closing his mouth and swallowing it. My dick throbbed like crazy in my hand.
“I can’t just leave you like that.” He licked over my face again and again, his right hand fondling my chest, until he’d eaten all of his cum.
His fingers tugged at my shirt. As if I were wax in his hands, I lifted my arms and let him pull it off.
“Come on, Brian. Lie on the bed. It’ll be a lot more comfortable. ”
I stopped fighting it and pushed myself up onto the mattress. As I lay back, he pulled my pants off, his eyes already devouring my dick.
“No underwear either, I see. If that isn’t a hint.”
“I wore some during the photo shoot, though,” I said as if that was what was important right now.
“I know,” he said. “I had a little peek when you bent over that chair before you sat down to check if I set it up correctly.” His eyes snaked over my exposed body. “Sorry, not sorry.”
The mattress shook as he climbed on top of me, his legs framing mine. His right knee brushed against my hand, finally encouraging me to touch him. My fingers crawled up his leg, caressing the soft hairs covering his skin.
“Did you think about doing this earlier?” I asked.
“I thought about bending you over, yeah.” He grinned. My dick twitched and caught his attention. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one.”
He leaned down and licked my cock once before taking it into his mouth.
His right hand slung around my neck, gripping me firmly enough to be felt but not hard enough to choke or produce any marks someone might notice tomorrow.
My hands went to his head, stroking him gently as I gave in to the feeling of his mouth.
The last person to blow me was my ex, and he hadn’t even done it during the last year of our relationship.
Usually, I was the one giving head or holding my ass up if that was the preferred deal—not that I would complain about that.
I liked being gripped hard and used. If no one was interested in anything more than this, it still beat playing alone.
Though I must admit that Theo’s concern about whether I would come and enjoy it was a nice change of pace.
His tongue slid down my shaft and over my balls.
He gently pushed my legs apart and ran his tongue over my taint.
I pressed my lips together, suppressing a moan.
His left hand pressed into my thigh as he lifted my legs up to get full access to my ass.
Without any hesitation, I played along, pulling my legs toward my chest and presenting my hole to him.
If he wanted a second round, I wouldn’t mind being fucked by him.
Theo glanced past my dick to my face as if this were another one of those moments when he wished he had a camera with him. Seeing him down there, licking his lips with his dick still rock hard and peeking out between his legs, was equally memorable.
“Have you photographed people you’ve fucked before?” I asked.
“Who knows?” He teased me. “Changed your mind now?”
“No, I can’t have pictures like that floating around.”
“Nothing would be floating around if we used your camera. But that ship has sailed. I’m in the mood for something else now.
” He pushed himself up, sliding his dick between my ass cheeks as he lay on top of me, wedging my legs between us.
His mouth settled on mine, kissing me with a fervor that made me almost regret not giving in to his wish of taking dirty pictures together.
His arm reached past me to the bottle of lube and pack of condoms on the nightstand.
Within seconds, he rolled a condom onto his dick, poured some lube onto it, spread it everywhere, and brought the rest that stuck to his hand to my crack, massaging it in.
His fingers swirled around my hole until, without warning, he pushed one of them inside.
It glided in easily since I had prepared for that possibility before he arrived.
“Already stretched,” he said, pulling it out again. “Good boy.”
“I’m hardly a boy at my age.”
“Good toy it is, then.” He leaned over me, and not wasting another thought, slid his dick inside—not just his glans, but his entire shaft until his balls bounced against my ass cheeks. “Very good.”
His hips moved, bouncing in and out twice with care, but then he returned to the same roughness with which he had mouth-fucked me earlier.
He kissed me, chasing my tongue for three thrusts before pressing himself as close to me as possible as he fucked me as if I were his forever.
My head tipped back, my lips gaping open as I breathed hard, enjoying him using me like the toy he had just declared me to be.
My hands searched for his back, feeling his muscles move in sync with the rest of his body.
He pushed himself up, grabbed my legs, and fucked me harder. His right hand reached for my cock and started to jerk me off.
“I’m not going to stop until you shoot your load,” he announced.
“Makes me want to hold back longer.”
“Hardly possible.” His left arm let go of my leg and reached up to my chest. He dug his nails into my skin, slowly scratching me.
The slight pain that shot through me was novel, but somehow intensified everything: his musky scent lingering in my nose, his dick thrusting in and out of me, his hand gripping my cock hard as it moved up and down, the bed shaking, my hitching breath, and the approaching orgasm.
He was right. It was impossible to hold back.
Everything became so intense that for a moment I lost control.
Moans slipped out of me as cum rushed up my dick.
I tried to hold it back inside for half a second, but I couldn’t.
With a guttural grunt, I exploded, shooting cum all the way up to my nipples.
Theo’s eyes widened with pleasure as he watched me, his hand and dick slowing down but not stopping until the cum stopped leaking out of me.
“Want me to keep fucking you, or are you done?” he asked.
“Do you want to come again?”
He paused briefly, scrunching his nose. “That would take forever, to be honest. But I can keep fucking you, if you want to, now that we’re already at it.”
As much as I liked that prospect, I was exhausted from running around all day. Not to mention, this was the roughest—and therefore most draining—fuck I’d had in ages.
“I’m sorry for being old, but this was enough for one night. It was a splendid night, though,” I said, not wanting it to seem like I couldn’t wait for him to leave.
His gaze wandered down my cum-soaked chest, over my cock, which was still in his hand, and finally rested on my ass, which he was still filling out.
“Indeed,” he replied and pulled out, sitting back. “A splendid little surprise.”