9. Wylie #3
Diego nodded and seemed to not want to talk about himself too much, so Pamela and Wylie carried the conversation, catching up on their mutual friends and acquaintances, until Rita piped up with, “You boys wanna head over to Caladesi Island? Wind’s pretty low right now. Water’s not too choppy.”
Wylie glanced over at Diego, who shrugged and gave a nod, and it was decided.
Pamela pulled up the anchor while Rita directed her where to store it, even though Pamela already knew.
Rita liked to embody her role of boat captain to the fullest, and Pamela was sweet about indulging her as first mate.
Rita then steered the boat northward with Pamela acting as navigator while the boys sat in the back.
Diego marveled at all the development along the coast, and they each picked out their favorite mansions if they ever, by some miracle, became filthy rich.
“I’ll buy us that one when I make it big,” Wylie said to Diego, pointing at a white stucco mansion with Spanish-style tile roofing, big windows, and a massive infinity pool.
“Oh yeah, when I’m your wifey?” Diego teased.
“Yeah, you can spend all day working out and cleaning the windows naked. I’ll get you some nice knee pads for scrubbing the floors. With this warm weather, you can be naked all the time.”
Diego shook his head as if the idea was ridiculous, but now it was all Wylie could think about, Diego on his hands and knees with that perfect ass up in the air, just begging to be railed.
“Your imagination is so…vivid,” Diego said.
“I’m a dreamer.”
“Maybe I’ll be the one to strike it rich,” Diego said.
“I’ll gladly be the one on my knees, so long as you let me hit it later.”
Diego’s response was to go deathly quiet and stare back at Wylie with an expression that set Wylie’s skin on fire. Diego seemed about to say something more when they were interrupted by an announcement from their captain.
“Y’all want to stop here for a bit?”
They’d approached the part of the island that was only accessible by boat, practically deserted except for an older man throwing a frisbee in the shallow water to his labrador.
That dog was probably having the best day of its life.
Would Diego want to adopt a dog with him one day, or possibly a cat? He’d put a pin in it for later.
Wylie gave Rita a thumbs up, and she started giving Pamela directions on how and where to drop the anchor. Pamela, now tipsy, only laughed. “Babe, I got it. I promise.”
Wylie turned to Diego. “Wanna go explore?”
Diego nodded in response, so Wylie jumped off the boat and into the water with Diego close behind him.
Once on the beach, the older man waved hello and started back toward his own boat with the dog paddling right behind him.
Wylie knew of a spot just around the bend where there was a smaller, more secluded beach and he led Diego there. No people or boats in sight.
Wylie turned to Diego, the most beautiful man he’d ever known, and said without any preamble whatsoever, “My turn. Let me suck your dick.”
Diego’s jaw dropped and he gaped back at him. “What about romance? What about foreplay and kissing and cuddling after sex?” he teased with a playful smile.
“Yeah, we can do all that later, but I want a taste of that dick before anyone else gets here.” Time was of the essence after all.
Diego reached down but stalled at the waistband of his trunks. “Hold on. How many guys have you brought here to suck off,” Diego asked as if this was a regular occurrence.
“None, I swear. Most men don’t even make it to the stage of meeting my friends, but you’re sweet.” He held one hand over his heart for emphasis.
“I’m not sweet,” Diego argued.
Wylie rolled his eyes. “That’s right, you’re a real stubborn prick. You want to get your dick sucked or not?”
Diego shook his head, feigning disappointment, but yanked down his swim trunks in two seconds flat. “Take yours off too,” Diego demanded. “I’m not the only one getting caught out here butt-ass naked.”
“Fine, but we’ll have to tell the Coast Guard that we thought this was a nude beach,” Wylie said, rising to the occasion.
He kicked off his bathing suit and sauntered over, dropping to his knees in the sand almost immediately.
Diego was already hard and slowly stroking himself to full mast. He had a thick, cut cock that leaned a little to one side and was as gorgeous as the rest of him.
What must it be like to be a prime example of masculine perfection? Wylie would never know.
“You’re so handsome,” Wylie said, rubbing his hands along Diego’s toned thighs while getting licks in wherever he could. He caught Diego’s index finger in his mouth and sucked that down too, rolling his tongue around the digit like he’d soon be doing to his dick.
“Damn,” Diego uttered, gripping Wylie’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ve never gotten a blow job from someone with a tongue piercing. You look good down there on your knees.”
“Pretty sure I look good when I’m standing too,” Wylie said.
“Yeah, but I like it better when your mouth’s full. Less chatter.”
Smiling, Wylie engulfed the man’s cock into his mouth, lovingly stroking with his tongue, letting it slide right in to the back of his throat where it notched in so nicely.
His gag reflex almost kicked in, which made Diego retreat, but Wylie grabbed hold of Diego’s fine ass and held him there, his throat spasming around the head a few times before accepting the intrusion.
“Figures you can deep-throat too,” Diego said almost begrudgingly and then punctuated that with a deep, serrated groan.
Wylie was intent on dazzling the other man with his impressive cock-sucking abilities, honed from years of practice.
He’d sucked a lot of dicks in his lifetime and enjoyed the erotic pleasure in general, but something about watching this sarcastic, stoic man slowly lose control really did it for him.
Diego bit his lower lip, trying to stifle his moans while looking down at him, eyes glazed and heavy-lidded like he was caught in some otherworld of pleasure.
Diego’s ass muscles clenched as he thrust lightly into Wylie’s mouth, building confidence and taking ownership.
Wylie wanted to reach for his own aching dick, but he needed two hands to keep the man above him in line.
And besides, watching Diego slowly let go of his inhibitions demanded his full attention.
“Wy,” the man grumbled in a tone that sounded like a complaint. “Fuck, it feels good. That mouth.”
Wylie’s hands were already full of Diego’s ass, and with one finger, he brushed along the cleft, seeking a point of entrance.
Diego relaxed long enough to let him in, and Wylie nudged against the man’s hot, clenched asshole.
The little star pulsed and contracted against Wylie’s fingertip.
If he’d had lube, he’d try to get at Diego’s prostate while sucking him off, but that was the sort of thing where you really should ask first, impossible to do with a mouth full of dick.
Meanwhile, Diego was completely lost to the rhythm of thrusting into Wylie’s mouth. Normally so silent, Wylie doubled his efforts while Diego narrated his oncoming climax. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come. Any second now. Shit, Wylie, get ready for it…”
And then Wylie was choking on what felt like a bucket of cum.
He sucked that shit down like a raw oyster, swallowing more than seemed possible for one load.
He continued to cradle Diego’s cock on his tongue while the man’s shoulders slumped forward, and he slowly came back to himself.
His sensual mouth curved into a grin. Wylie pulled off and gave the head of his cock a little peck of affection.
“You like that?” Wylie asked, a bit smug.
“Yeah, I liked that. What’s not to like?”
Wylie stood and thought about asking Diego to return the favor, but he wanted something else instead. “Turn around,” he instructed.
Diego shot him a suspicious look, but did as he was told.
Wrapping an arm around Diego’s chest to grip one of his mounded pecs, Wylie held onto him firmly and licked the warm, salty skin of his shoulder.
“Mmm, you taste good,” Wylie murmured, trailing his tongue up Diego’s neck to suck on the curve.
Diego reached back and grabbed a fistful of Wylie’s hair, tugging at the root.
“Yeah, baby,” Wylie encouraged. With one arm still gripping Diego, his other hand grabbed hold of his own leaking dick and he pumped vigorously, grateful for the precum to soften the sting.
His fist kept brushing up against Diego’s hip, and Wylie’s gaze caught on the tribal tattoo and lower, the soft upper swells of Diego’s ass.
Lost in the scent and taste of the man in front of him, he imagined fucking Diego from behind, the squeeze of his muscle around his dick as it struggled to take him.
Watching his cock shuttle in and out between those smooth, meaty cheeks.
He bet that shit was tight. Would Diego be quiet and stoic during sex or would he moan his pleasure out loud?
These were questions he needed answered.
“You ever been fucked before?” Wylie whispered into Diego’s ear, not giving him an inch of relief from his iron embrace.
“No. Well, once, but it didn’t really count.” Diego swallowed while pushing back against him, offering a grounding support to Wylie’s thrusts.
“Didn’t count?” Wylie asked, perplexed. Diego didn’t answer right away, so Wylie continued, “Bet you’d like it. Bet you’d love it. I’d make you feel so good. I’d take such good care of you, baby. God, I wanna fuck you so bad.”