Noah
I’m forty today.
And apparently, I have a boyfriend.
I felt like a total idiot asking him if that’s what he was, but I couldn’t take it anymore. He feels like mine, that’s for damn sure. And even though I know we have to keep what we have a secret, I want him to know he’s mine and I’m his.
And now, my boyfriend is doing his damnedest to drive me absolutely crazy. His tongue swiping over the head of my dick, sliding through my slit over and over.
“Chance,” I barely manage to croak out. My balls throb with the need to empty, and my cock jerks with every tease of his tongue. “Please.”
“Now, as much as I like to hear the great Coach Asher begging me . . .” He slowly stands up, and I glare at him as he teases me. “You don’t have to.”
He shoots a wink my way before removing his shirt and kicking off his shoes. He’s close enough to me that I can reach up and slide my hands over the ridges of his hard abdomen.
Ah, twenty-five.
I remember barely having to do a damn thing to keep abs almost as good as these. But I’m no slouch, and I know I look good for forty. Mostly because he reminds me every single chance he gets.
He turns away from me, and I’m not complaining as I get a good look at his round ass in his track pants. They hug him perfectly, but I want them off.
I try like hell to keep my hands at my sides. He’s in a teasing mood, and I guess I’ll let him do it for now.
The room is dark, except for the television illuminating the room, and the movie is up loud enough to hear the distraught campers while Friday the 13th plays in the background.
But my entire focus is on Chance.
His fingers tease the top of his pants, but he doesn’t pull them down. I stare at the muscles in his back as they flex. He slowly starts to pull them down enough to see the top of his underwear. The color is a bright red, and I immediately know he wore them just for me.
Kensley Red.
I have to grip the base of my cock through my briefs to control my desire when he lowers them even more and his creamy white ass is visible. I realize then they aren’t briefs but a jockstrap.
“Oh, holy fuck.”
I can sense him smirking even as he’s turned away from me. “You like it?”
I groan and grip my cock harder as I nod before realizing he can’t see me. “Show me more.”
He lowers his pants all the way down before kicking them off. He’s left in black socks and a red jock, his ass looking goddamn delectable. I’m itching to touch him, but I behave.
He turns around, and I can see the wet spot in the front of the jockstrap, and I grin at him, knowing he’s just as turned-on as I am. “You want me, Coach?” His voice is sultry and sexy as fuck as he walks toward me again, once again straddling my thighs.
“So fucking bad. You have no idea.”
He looks down at my lap, his finger dragging through the precum at the head of my dick, and then he brings his finger up to his lips, letting his tongue poke out. When he moans as he tastes me, I fucking lose it.
I grasp the back of his neck and pull him in for a deep, heated kiss that I feel all the way down to my damn toes. I’m desperate for him, and he moans loudly into my mouth as we rut together on the couch and kiss.
“How badly do you want me?” he asks, and I’m perplexed at the question as I pull back to look into his eyes, seeing a shyness there that I had no clue Chance possessed. He leans forward, nipping on my bottom lip. “Enough to be inside me?”
“Ngh,” is all I manage as my cock jerks between us, and his shyness quickly turns devilish as he realizes how badly I want that.
I grip his firm ass in my hands, kneading his flesh. “Is that a yes?”
I nod like an idiot, unable to form actual words. “You don’t have to do that just because it’s my birthday.”
He tosses his head back with a laugh, holding onto my shoulders and shaking his head at me. “Trust me . . .” One hand slowly slides down my body until he’s gripping me through the briefs I’m still wearing. “Having this big cock inside me will be a present for us both.”
I can’t think. My hands are gripping his ass so hard, I’m pretty sure it’ll leave a mark. “Please,” I say breathlessly and watch his eyes sparkle as his pupils blow wide.
He climbs off my lap, bending over to show off that glorious ass, and I nearly come right then. I groan loudly as he chuckles and reaches into the pocket of his pants, the red straps of the jock framing his ass perfectly.
I slide my briefs down and kick them away, my cock jutting up and happy to be free. My balls ache with the need to be inside him, and I know this won’t last long.
He walks back over to me, holding a condom in one hand and a lube packet in the other, but he doesn’t make a move. “I know we’ve had the safe-sex talk . . .” I nod stupidly as I look at the condom, hearing the silent question.
“It’s up to you. I trust you.”
Something flashes in his eyes, and I swear they go glossy. “I trust you too.” He tosses the condom and tears open the lube, squirting some into his hand as he climbs back on my lap.
It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, and I’ve never been with a man before, despite many fantasies, but I don’t feel nervous about the sex part. It’s everything else that’s knocking around in my head right now.
He’s my boyfriend. We technically started out as rivals. We can’t tell anyone, or we could both lose our jobs.
But his slick hand wraps around my shaft, and I nearly thrust us both off the couch with the way my hips jerk in his hold.
“Oh holy . . .” He strokes me slowly, getting me nice and lubed for him, but I have to stop him, grabbing hold of his wrist as my balls pull up tight and I nearly lose it.
“No more. I don’t want to come until I’m deep inside you.
” I smash my lips against his and thread my fingers through his hair.
“And I’m a little afraid of coming as soon as that happens. ”
He chuckles, but I’m deadly serious. “We can always go again.” He kisses my lips. “And again.” Another kiss. “And again.”
It’s my turn to laugh as I palm his ass cheeks. “Yeah, we aren’t all twenty-five here.”
Although he kind of makes me feel that way sometimes. Like I can’t get enough. He just clucks his tongue at me and shakes his head. “No matter what happens, it’s going to be the best I’ve ever had.” He kisses me hard again before breathing against my lips, “It already is.”
I nod in agreement because I feel the same way. When he reaches behind himself to start prepping, I grab his wrist yet again. “Show me.”
A devilish smile slides over his face as he turns away from me, still on my lap. I spread my thighs, which in turn spreads him wider, and stare at his pretty pink hole. “Oh, fuck.”
I palm one ass cheek, pulling it to the side for a better view as he reaches behind himself and teases his hole with one finger. And then two. Opening himself up for me as I watch.
My heart is beating so damn hard, and my eyes nearly cross when he adds a third. I grab the lube packet and put some on my fingers. “Can I?” I barely recognize my shaky voice, but I see his head nod as he removes his fingers and braces himself on my knees.
I start with one finger, reveling in the way his ass grips my finger and how tight and warm he is.
“Oh, holy shit.”
“I know,” he gasps, sounding delightfully breathless. “More.”
I add another finger before we’re both panting loudly, and I feel like I could come just like this. I don’t think he’s fairing much better.
“I need you.”
I remove my fingers from his ass and kiss the back of his neck as he leans into me. I wrap one arm around his chest and grip his shaft in my hand, giving him one slow stroke.
“Oh, God. Please. I need you inside me.”
“Turn around,” I say, and he complies, turning to face me and wrapping his arms around my neck as he tastes my lips. When he scoots forward and places my cock at his entrance, I close my eyes and try my best to think about anything else other than his tight heat slowly enveloping me.
He starts to lower himself down on my cock, inch by inch, as his lips find mine, and he whispers against my mouth, “Look at me.”
My eyes are squeezed tight. But when he says that, I open them, looking directly into his beautiful gaze and kiss him as I bottom out inside him.
“You feel so good,” he says in a long, drawn-out moan.
“You have no idea how good it feels to be inside you,” I say, squeezing his ass and pulling his cheeks apart to feel him stretched around me, my finger running around his rim. “Holy. Shit.”
He grins and then grabs onto my shoulders, lifting his body up and then lowering back down, making us both grunt and groan.
The pleasure feels almost too damn much.
We start to move together. I thrust up as he bobs on my lap.
One of his hands moves to my hair and grips it tight as we kiss and writhe together.
I kiss over his jaw and down his neck to his throat, sucking on his flesh as a flash of heat slides down my spine to my balls. “It’s too good. God, you feel so damn good wrapped around me. I don’t ever want to leave.”
“Don’t. Just stay inside me forever,” he says as he rides me, one of his hands disappearing between us as he strokes his hard cock under the jockstrap.
Holy shit, that’s so damn hot. I’m entranced by the sight.
When I watch his cum spurt from the tip and shoot everywhere, covering the jockstrap and both our bellies, I fucking lose it.
I thrust up into him over and over, coming deep inside and coating him with my cum.
It feels like an eternity before we catch our breath, and he leans his forehead against mine. We stay that way, with my softening cock inside him and my cum dripping down his balls. I can’t help but swirl my finger in the sticky mess. I love the feeling of my mark on him.
“Happy birthday, Coach.”
“I think forty is going to be really, really good,” I say honestly.
He kisses me softly before I slide carefully from his body, and he slides off my lap, removing the soiled jockstrap and taking my hand.
I stand up and kiss him again before we head silently through my bedroom to my shower.
We climb inside and kiss under the water as we wash. “Stay with me tonight,” I ask against his mouth.
“Are you sure?”
I nod because I need him here in my bed with me.
“What if someone sees?”
I shrug, so damn tired of caring about what the town thinks. I mean, I do, but I want this for myself more. I need it.
“Stay.”
He smiles at that with a nod, and I feel nothing but relief.
At least for tonight, he’ll be where he belongs.