CHAPTER ELEVEN #3
“So much about you turns me on, Nate. Your eyes are mesmerizing, but your mouth—I remember how you kissed me, your taste, how hungry you were for me.” Nate’s camera image was trembling.
“Are you touching yourself, handsome? Are you hard for me?” I heard his breathy moan of “Jack!” and saw the evidence, yes, he’d slid his hand into his sweats, and he was hard!
I continued, “I love the way you smell, woodsy and musky…and your smile…when you smile at me, I feel it in my balls.”
Nate’s hand kept a steady pumping rhythm as he stroked himself. “Fuhhhk, Jack!” He groaned like a wounded animal. “I could listen to you talking all day…your accents so sexy, you speak to me and my dick aches.”
“Let me see you. Take out that beautiful piece of meat and show me!” At hearing me say those words Nate groaned again and threw his head back to rest on the couch.
“You’re killin’ me, man!” He angled the camera down to show me the fat cut plum head peeking out over the waistband of his sweats.
There was already a pearl glistening on the tip.
“Damn,” I breathed out as my hand travelled down and gripped myself through the fabric of my jeans.
The anticipation was so delicious that I didn’t want to pull myself out quite yet.
“I wish I was there with you; I’d lick that salty jewel from your tip,” I admitted.
“Yeah, Jack, tell me what you’d do if you were here with me now.”
“See, I knew you were a natural,” I praised.
Nate let out a chuckle before I revealed, “I’d take you apart, kiss by kiss, strip you, and get on my knees.
I’d suck you to the back of my throat, and let you fuck my face.
You’d hold my head in place, control every thrust.” Nate groaned, gripped his balls, and squeezed, appearing desperate to slow things down.
The pride I felt at being able to do this to him with my voice was epic.
“Take off your sweats, babe. I wanna see all of you.”
“Wait, wait,” Nate said desperately, “Gonna take this into the spare room, I need some lube,” he said. The camera was shaky as Nate strode down a hallway.
“Why are you sleeping in the spare room?”
“Honestly, I wanna throw our mattress out of the window, but it would cause a traffic accident. So, I took another room. This place has six bedrooms. I’m spoiled for choice.
” Nate turned on the bedroom light and directed the phone to show me his surroundings.
The bedroom was large with more floor-to-ceiling windows that looked down on Manhattan, reminding me just how high up his penthouse was.
The building opposite wasn’t as tall so he wasn’t overlooked.
I’d never been a fan of skyscrapers; they gave me anxiety.
I was more of a house or cottage kind of guy.
I needed a garden to feel grounded; I needed the smell of soil, the grass beneath my feet.
I needed to be close to nature, and fresh air.
I could never live sky-high like Nate did.
His bed was made up with crisp white linens; the walls were white; the floor was white marble.
It was all quite clinical in a way, as if no one lived there.
Where was the colour, the art, the personality?
Nate loved theatre, music, the sea, and nothing I’d seen in the multi-million-dollar penthouse spoke of the real him, as if he’d muted himself for his husband’s more dominant personality to shine.
I removed my jeans and shorts and attached my phone to a tripod arm I kept beside the nightstand for occasions like this where I needed both hands. I was laid out, naked, one hand roaming over my chest, the other teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
“Look at you!” Nate groaned as he stared lust drunk into the camera. He’d removed his sweats and laid on his front. I’d made him feel so horny that he couldn’t help but frot against the duvet as he watched me.
“Look at that beautiful uncut dick. I’ve never sucked an uncut dick before,” he admitted.
I stroked, pulling the silken sheath of my foreskin over the plump head of my cock, up and down, up and down, giving him a show.
“Oh Jack…I’m gonna die if I don’t taste you!
” Nate groaned as he humped the mattress.
“Show me your ass,” he directed in a low growl.
“You like my ass?”
“Are you serious? Your ass is…perfect! I’ve thought about how good it would feel to part your cheeks and slide my tongue in there. Run my stubble over the sensitive skin. I’d eat you out for hours, make you crazy, wreck you, and still want more.”
“Oh, fuck yeah!” I was so turned-on!
“Yeah. I wonder about the kinds of sounds I could draw out of you. In my fantasy you’re on your knees presenting your ass to me…like a gift.”
I followed the cues, turning and getting on my hands and knees, ass to the camera.
“Like this?”
“Oh yeah, yeah, that’s it, look at that pretty pink hole,” Nate groaned, “Wait, I’ve gotta get some lube.” I couldn’t see him now, but I heard him get up, open a drawer, then the click of a lube bottle cap, the squirt, and then the snick-snick sound of him covering his length. I wiggled my ass.
“Come and take it if you want it!” I said.
“Oh man, I want it so bad,” he ground out before adding “Berlin, we’ll do it right, yeah. I want to open you up, rim you, and take you to the edge.”
“Oh god!” This man was driving me crazy! My dick was rigid and aching. “Deal. Will you let me fuck you too?” I turned back to the camera as I eased my hand down between my thighs, fisted my dick, and began stroking in earnest.
“Anything, you can do anything you want. I just want to feel your body against me, I wanna inhale you, kiss and lick your skin, make you moan. Fuck Jack; let me see what you’re doing with your cock. Show me.”
Burning with arousal I followed Nate’s command and sat up on my knees facing my phone camera.
I watched Nate; his eye’s blazing as his hand moved, stroking up and down, and his heavy balls jumped with the jerking motion.
Nate’s erection was cut, thick and veiny, clear pre-cum leaking from the delicious tip.
“Jack,” Nate said in a pleading breathy moan, “Looking at you fucking your fist…I think I’ve got a foreskin fetish,” he chuckled, “I’m not gonna…last long.” His eyes were half-lidded, and his bottom lip was puffy where he’d bitten it. The sounds he made ignited me like a firework.
“You’re so fucking beautiful Jack,” he sighed.
“I love the way you say my name…Say it again…” I demanded roughly as pleasure twisted and throbbed along every nerve, every vein. We were racing to climax. “Jack,” he whispered, “Oh Jack.” This was more than getting off together. This was an erotic bomb.
“Fuuhk—” Nate grimaced, before detonating, and spilling over his hand. Watching the eruption and finally seeing the ecstasy of his cum face, hearing his cries of release, it all burned through me and pushed me over the edge.
When I returned from my orgasm haze, I blearily looked at the phone screen to see Nate flushed his bright wide smile a little dopey. His jizz covered hand was still lazily stroking as if he could go again. The orgasm had blown my damn head off…I’d need a minute!
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