30. Diesel
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DIESEL
L ight drifting in from the partially opened curtain landed on Diesel’s back, warming his skin and reminding him that the secrets of the dark were no longer protected by the shadows of the night. This was why booty calls left before sunrise. Because once that sun came up, everyone was faced with the harsh realities of life.
Lying there, he gently caressed the arm that was draped over his body. His back was to the man he had just spent the last three hours sharing pleasures and orgasms with.
Now, in the harsh light of reality, he was faced with two choices: pretend like this was just another one-night stand—be cocky and rude and hope that the man didn’t see through all of his bullshit—or be honest. Tell the man who has spent the last few days… hell, even few weeks being nothing but nice to him that he, in fact, might, possibly, maybe, for sure have feelings for the sexy retired Abercrombie model.
He wasn’t sure what to do. His mind was telling him to play it off as no big deal. It was just another night of shared orgasms and no different than any other one-night stand that he’d had in the past. Get up and leave before anyone gets the wrong impression.
His heart, on the other hand, was telling him a different story. This, right here, was not like all the other one-night stands. This man, the one with his arm around you, holding you and comforting you, has the potential of becoming something great. He took care of you when you were sick. He asks you for help and listens when you talk. He even asks you questions and takes an interest in your life and the things that you do. Hell, how many guys have looked at you with such passionate desire while riding your dick?
There was a moment last night, while their eyes were locked together, that Diesel swore he felt his soul being pulled into Zero’s eyes. The way he was looking at him made him want to crawl inside his body and live there forever.
The only problem was that if he listened to his heart and discovered that he was wrong, he would be left with nothing but shattered pieces of a heart he didn’t know still existed.
Apparently, Bruno was guarding a lot more than just his person. The fucker was also hiding his heart.
Brushing down Zero’s arm hair, Diesel tried to ignore the fluttering feeling deep in his chest. He loved touching the grown man’s skin.
Behind him, Zero’s body jerked as if startled in a dream. He wrapped his arm tighter around Diesel and pulled his body closer to his.
Diesel couldn’t help but smile. He liked being someone’s comfort human.
“Jesus. I think you broke my ass,” Zero grumbled against Diesel’s ear.
Diesel chuckled softly in his captor’s arms.
“Hey, I was told to just shut up and lie there. If anything, I think it was your ass that broke my dick,” Diesel argued back.
Now it was Zero’s turn to chuckle.
“Touché. Morning, sexy,” he said, leaning forward and giving Diesel a gentle kiss on his neck. Another first for Diesel.
Usually, guys were so focused on sucking his dick that very few wanted to waste time leaning upward and giving him a kiss. When it came down to priorities, most people chose to worship his cock than be intimate with his other body parts.
Diesel closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the euphoric feeling of being cuddled by a sexy, warm man.
“This is nice,” Zero whispered. He tightened his arms around Diesel before nestling his face in the crook of his neck.
Usually, when Diesel hooked up with clients, it was rough and impersonal. Clients usually wanted that bad boy, stoner persona—the type who would throw you down on the bed and pound you until you were a blubbering mess of a man. They didn’t want sweet or romantic or to cuddle after he painted their faces with his cum. They wanted a high-energy fuck fest that would leave them mindless and thinking of nothing but how much their ass was sore.
But lying here in Zero’s arms, he felt an intimacy he had never felt before with another person—man or woman. Yes, he’d cuddled before with Jared, but that was a best friend, comfort thing. There was nothing sexual about it, and he didn’t feel any desires or uncontrollable urges when lying next to Jared.
Was he… falling in love?
His brain was screaming for him to get the fuck out of the bed and go hook up with some rando immediately, but his heart was telling him to stay where he was. To lean into the feeling and enjoy the warmth coursing through his body.
He had never felt this way before. The need to be close to someone. Feel their breath on his body. Feel their warm skin against his.
Rolling over, he turned to face Zero.
“Morning, shit for brains,” he whispered, giving him a teasing smile.
Zero chuckled and began drawing circles with his thumb against Diesel’s naked back. God, he loved that.
“Where’s the lube?” Diesel asked, catching Zero off guard.
His eyebrows shot up, appearing excited and confused.
Zero fumbled behind his back, reaching blindly for the bottle of lube sitting on the nightstand by the bed. He shoved it into Diesel’s hand, not daring to say a word.
“Condom?”
Eyes going wide, he looked terrified for a moment.
“I… I… sorry, man. My ass is too sore for another pounding,” Zero stuttered, looking as though he had just lost first prize in a beer-guzzling challenge.
“It’s always about you, you selfish prick,” Diesel said, reaching under the covers and gripping Zero’s semi. He began tugging on it, loving the feel of the man’s cock getting hard and thick in his hand. “This morning is all about me and my prostate getting some one-on-one time with that big dick of yours.”
A wicked smile cut across Zero’s face. There was also a hint of relief in those eyes. Diesel felt a sense of pride, knowing that he was able to fuck a man so hard that he needed a day to recover between poundings.
“Big dick?” Zero asked, picking up the lube from where Diesel had placed it on the bed. He yanked down the blanket in one swift ta-da !
He poured some lube onto his fingers and began applying it to Diesel’s ass.
“My dick is normal six-foot-two man dick. You’ll still be able to walk after I finish with you. Your dick is freak of nature, porn star dick that should come with its own warning label.”
Diesel chuckled as he backed his ass up onto Zero’s fingers.
“I’ll give you credit. Not many guys are able to take the big guy without some major prep time. But you, you took that hog like a champ!”
Now it was Zero’s turn to chuckle.
“So, how do you like it?” Zero asked, adding three fingers to Diesel’s hole and working open his tight ass.
Diesel ripped open the condom with his teeth and began rolling the latex down the man’s length. Fuck, his dick looked good. It was perfect. A solid eight inches with a nice mushroom head. He pulled the tip of the condom and admired the pulsing thick vein that ran down the length of his shaft and ended at his perfectly trimmed balls.
God, he couldn’t wait to lick and suck on those gorgeous nutsacks. But not today. Today, he was going to ride that cock until the man’s balls were drained, and his eyes were stuck in the back of his head.
“I told you, this morning is all about me. You’re going to lie there and take it while I ride your dick till my ass is good and sore.” With that, Diesel threw his leg over Zero’s hips and lined his cock up with his hole.
Slowly, he began to sink down onto the man’s hard shaft, loving the ache and sting as his ass stretched out around the man’s hefty cock.
Smirking down at a lustful Zero, Diesel pressed his palms down against the man’s chest and began riding his cock long and deep.
Diesel loved sex, be it with a man or woman, but there was something about being fucked by a man that was always so much hotter for him.
“Jesus, you look so fucking hot, riding my dick,” Zero huffed out, gripping Diesel’s hips and moving in rhythm with his strokes.
“Yeah? You like watching me work that dick? Taking it nice and deep? Feeling your cock throb inside my hole?”
Zero’s eyes dilated. He tightened his grip around Diesel’s waist and began pumping his dick up into his ass.
Each brush against his prostate sent a new surge of pleasure shooting through his balls and right to his dick. God, this man knew how to fuck!
“I thought I was the one who was supposed to be doing all the work?” Diesel teased.
A carnal growl emerged beneath him seconds before Zero’s arm wrapped itself around his waist, flipping them both over on the bed.
Zero thrust his body hard against Diesel’s, causing his cock to bury itself deeper inside his ass.
“Fuck!” Diesel shouted as a flood of pleasure shot through his body when Zero’s dick slid across his prostate.
Staring up at Zero, his eyes were black, and his tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth. He looked like a sex-starved convict who had just been released from prison and hadn’t busted a nut in at least five years.
Diesel loved the carnal look in the man’s eyes. He never felt sexier or more desired before in his life.
“Sorry, I need to pound that ass of yours,” Zero growled.
“Then take it, big boy,” Diesel egged on, hoping he wasn’t going to regret it later.
Letting out another growl, like a man possessed, Zero grabbed Diesel by the hips and flipped him over once again so that he was now up on all fours.
“You asked for it,” Zero snarled before jamming his dick back inside Diesel’s tight hole.
Diesel let out a yelp, more out of surprise than pain. He loved being manhandled and getting fucked by a man who took what he wanted. There was something to be said about sex and aggression. The more aggressive, the more Diesel was on board.
Shoving Diesel’s face down into the pillow, Zero snapped his hips and began fucking him hard without mercy.
Gripping the sheets beneath him, Diesel rode out the pleasure exploding from his balls.
Grunting and huffing, Zero pounded his ass like a man fucking for gold at the Olympics.
“Dude, you don’t know how fucking sexy your ass cheeks look bouncing up against me while fucking you doggy style.”
Diesel smiled into the pillow. He knew. He had watched videos of himself being fucked on previous occasions—for research purposes, of course—and was impressed with how hot his ass looked when being pounded nice and hard.
“Oh yeah, right there.” Diesel moaned as Zero’s cock assaulted his prostate once again.
The man was quickly becoming his new favorite toy.
His balls tightened as Zero dug his fingers into his hips once again. Diesel reached down between his legs and began jerking his cock, riding the waves of pleasure building in his balls.
“Holy fuck!” Zero shouted, snapping his hips forward and unloading into the condom.
Hearing the sinful sounds coming from Zero’s mouth threw Diesel over the edge. He shot his load, not caring where it landed. Sticky, cum-covered sheets were a later problem.
Once they both stopped shaking, they fell onto the bed in a pile of sweaty limbs and naked parts.
Slowly, Zero pulled out of Diesel’s sore ass and tied off the condom before dropping it on the floor next to the bed. Another one of later’s problems.
Barely able to lift his head, Diesel cracked open a lid and smiled at the gasping hunk of man lying on top of him.
“Not too shabby for a man with a broken ass,” Diesel joked, grinning like a stupid imbecile.
Zero choked out a laugh, then kissed the top of Diesel’s shoulder.
“Thanks. I was highly motivated by a perfect ass offering itself to me for my own pleasure.”
Zero chuckled when Diesel smacked his ass from behind.
Yeah, he could definitely get used to mornings like these. He smiled and let the warmth of Zero’s arms take him away once again.