4. Danny
I was in heaven.
I literally thought I had died and went to paradise—or some horny, pervy, lustful version of it. That’s how wonderful my life was at the moment.
Jeff and I were lovers. Well, ‘lovers’ in the sense that I had been sucking him off every day (sometimes multiple times) for almost a month and he never even kissed me, but still. It was all good. It was worth it.
I sucked his cock as he reclined on the couch in his living room, watching TV; in the kitchen, under the table, while he was eating or working; in his marital bed, where he straddled my chest and thrust into my mouth with abandon; in the shower, after I washed him head to toe, exploring his beefy body with my hands and my lips. At first, he wanted my mouth only on his cock or his balls. But lately, he’d given me more freedom. I started sucking on his nipples, licking his hairy armpits, nibbling his firm, round butt cheeks—even sneaking a few licks at his asscrack.
He didn’t want to admit it, but I knew he liked it when I did all those things, those small signs of adoration that felt amazing as much as they boosted his ego. His nipples were especially sensitive, so hard and protruding from his hairy chest, and he started pushing my head toward them on his own accord. Soon, everything below the neck was open for my oral examination, and I used it to the full extent, never even expecting him to return the favor.
The farthest he’d go during our naked romps was grabbing my head to better fuck my mouth. Sometimes, though, after he would come, he’d go sweet and mellow on me, and start to rub my shoulders or stroke my hair like a lover would. Of course, he would stop the second he would realize what he was doing. But I still cherished those moments of rare affection and intimacy.
Then again, he was getting kind of handsy with my ass lately—squeezing it, slapping it as I slurped his cock, even rubbing my hole once. I figured it was only a matter of time before he actually fingered me, and I did all I could to encourage him: wiggle my ass at his face while I sucked him, position myself so that he had access to it at all times, or even taking his hand and placing it down there when he was too far gone to fight me.
It all paid off one day when, as I bent over his lying body, blowing him in his bed, I felt his finger probing my hole. I moaned around the hard organ in my mouth and swallowed it all the way in, showing my appreciation. But after a few tentative strokes, the finger disappeared. My disappointment lasted only for a moment, because the next thing I knew, the finger returned, this time lubed with his spit, pushing into me.
It drove me abso-fucking-lutely wild. My whole body shivered as his finger worked its way inside me, and I went to town on his cock like I never did before. It pleased him, because I heard him hiss above me and his dick throbbed in my mouth like a goddamn vibrator.
“Yeah, you little slut,” he said, almost growling. “Swallow that cock like a good little cocksucker you are… Yeah, like that… Mmmm… Oh yeah… You like it when I play with your ass? Yeah? You want me to push deeper? Faster? Or how about…” Another digit joined the first one, and he began to finger-fuck my hole for real. Whenever he grazed my prostate, I thought I’d faint from pleasure. I whined, which only made him hornier.
Unable to control myself any longer, I came without even touching my dick, and seeing it, he came too. Like always, I swallowed every last drop of his cum, and continued to slobber on his cock afterward, until it went soft in my mouth.
When I finally let it go, I pulled my shorts up, sat on my knees beside him, and appraised his naked body, satiated and sprawled over the sheets of his king-sized bed. He had a strange expression on his face, like he was studying me.
“So,” he said. “You liked that? Me fingering your hole?”
“Yes!” I blurted out emphatically. “It’s the best—except for having a real cock inside.” This pushed him to contemplative silence, so I went on, playing on his curiosity. “I haven’t been fucked in the ass for a very long time. I miss it so much. The feeling of a big, hard cock pushing into me and spreading my hole… God, it drives me wild just thinking about it.”
He scratched his beard. “Huh. So gay guys really do enjoy that stuff?”
“Well, bottoms like me do. Or vers guys. But some are strictly tops and never take a cock up the ass. In the end, everyone gets exactly what they want.”
“I can’t even remember the last time I had anal. I think it was with one of my girlfriends before I met my ex-wife. She was the only one who let me fuck her in the ass—just once or twice. She didn’t particularly like it, but she did it for me. Then we broke up, and…” He waved his hand. “Anyway. Guess women are wired a bit differently. Or maybe my cock’s too big.”
“It is big,” I said, looking at his manhood resting on his stomach, “but even so, I’d love to ride it. I’d love to have it inside me, to have you pound me with it. When I jerk off in my room at night, I fantasize about it.”
My words made his cock grow again like I knew they would. Even though I was aware that he wasn’t attracted to me, he was at least intrigued by the idea of fucking my ass. After a month of constant blowjobs, his cock craved something new, something more. And here was the opportunity he might never find again. “Maybe…” he started. “Maybe, I don’t know, we could try it?”
“Please, Daddy,” I said looking at him, using my best impression of a lost puppy to stir his domineering side and goad him on. “Use me as you want. Put your big dick in my tight hole and fuck me hard.”
My words worked like magic, and his cock rose to its full size, veins bulging, head glistening from precum. He took it in his hand and started playing with it, pulling the foreskin down and up, then stretching the string of precum from the tip with his finger. “Are you sure you can take it?”
“Yes,” I said, breathless from desire. “I’ve been practicing with toys.” I didn’t mention that none of my butt plugs or dildos matched his size, but as long as we had plenty of lube and started slow, I was confident I could manage. Not wanting to seem presumptuous, I also didn’t mention that I’ve been douching myself every day for the past week or so, hoping that his newfound interest in my ass will someday bear fruit.
He got up from the bed, his cock bouncing with every move, and nodded for me to take a doggy-style position. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
Bingo!