that….” His cock seemed to get thicker, harder, and I knew he was close. I stroked him as fast as I could, licking and sucking him like it was the most incredible thing I’d ever tasted, because it was the most incredible thing I’d ever tasted.
Just when I thought there couldn’t possibly be any way to make this even hotter, his cock twitched against my tongue. Then again. If I hadn’t already come, that feeling alone would have sent me into the stratosphere.
“I’m—” He gasped. “Oh fuck, fuck, Dustin, I’m—” He cried out, and a second later, his cock twitched again and hot, salty-sweet liquid shot across my tongue.
Up until that moment, I hadn’t really thought about what it would be like for him to come in my mouth or how I would react, but when it happened, all I could think of was how incredible he looked and felt and tasted and sounded when he came.
When I looked up, wiping the corner of my mouth with my hand, he had his hand over his eyes. His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath.
I sat up and quickly got rid of the condom, then collapsed on the bed beside him.
Still holding his hand over his eyes as if shielding them from the light, he licked his lips, swallowed, then said, “Are you sure you’ve never sucked a guy off before?”
I laughed, running my fingertips across his chest, watching his skin quiver beneath my touch. “I think I’d know if I’d ever had a cock in my mouth.”
He moved his hand away then, looking at me. I swear to God, the man had tears in his eyes. It probably would have concerned me, but I remembered the way mine had welled up when he went down on me for the first time. I wasn’t alarmed. I just couldn’t believe I’d had that effect on him. He smiled. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“I don’t know, I think I’m still a bit awkward.” I kissed him gently. “Might need to practice a bit.”
“Please, I’ve been with guys who are way more experienced, and they don’t have a clue.” He paused. “But if you want to practice, I’ll gladly let you practice on me.”
“Really? You’d do that for me?”
“Let you fuck me and suck my cock until you refine your technique?” He rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. “Well, if I must. I’ll manage somehow.”
“Such a humanitarian.”
“I’m doing it for the good of mankind.”
“Whatever the reason, I just ask one thing.”
His eyebrows lifted. “What’s that?”
I kissed him, then whispered, “Keep doing it.”
M
Y WIFE had never been a fan of physical intimacy—not with me, anyway—and probably would have been perfectly happy if I’d slept someplace else. If we somehow managed to come together in our sleep, she made sure to separate herself from me as soon as she was awake, usually by way of an elbow to my chest.
In the months since my marriage had ended, I’d gone out with a few women, had a few one-night stands and even a few multi-night stands. One of the things I’d discovered along the way, something completely new to me, was the morning after. Specifically, waking up with my arms around someone and her body close to mine. The first time I woke up like that, I could have stayed that way for hours. It was heaven, plain and simple. Pure heaven.
Nothing, however, compared to waking up to the warmth of Brandon against me.
My arm was draped over his waist, his fingers loosely intertwined with mine. His hair was cool against my face, his back warm against my chest. Every time I inhaled, I caught his familiar masculine scent and the faint, mouthwatering smell of sweat and sex.
The fact that I was with a man instead of a woman didn’t even register. Nothing about this moment seemed strange or foreign. It was perfect.
I nuzzled the side of his neck and kissed his shoulder, smiling against his skin as he responded with a soft murmur and a shiver. He squeezed my hand, and I ran my thumb along his finger. He stirred a
Just when I thought there couldn’t possibly be any way to make this even hotter, his cock twitched against my tongue. Then again. If I hadn’t already come, that feeling alone would have sent me into the stratosphere.
“I’m—” He gasped. “Oh fuck, fuck, Dustin, I’m—” He cried out, and a second later, his cock twitched again and hot, salty-sweet liquid shot across my tongue.
Up until that moment, I hadn’t really thought about what it would be like for him to come in my mouth or how I would react, but when it happened, all I could think of was how incredible he looked and felt and tasted and sounded when he came.
When I looked up, wiping the corner of my mouth with my hand, he had his hand over his eyes. His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath.
I sat up and quickly got rid of the condom, then collapsed on the bed beside him.
Still holding his hand over his eyes as if shielding them from the light, he licked his lips, swallowed, then said, “Are you sure you’ve never sucked a guy off before?”
I laughed, running my fingertips across his chest, watching his skin quiver beneath my touch. “I think I’d know if I’d ever had a cock in my mouth.”
He moved his hand away then, looking at me. I swear to God, the man had tears in his eyes. It probably would have concerned me, but I remembered the way mine had welled up when he went down on me for the first time. I wasn’t alarmed. I just couldn’t believe I’d had that effect on him. He smiled. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“I don’t know, I think I’m still a bit awkward.” I kissed him gently. “Might need to practice a bit.”
“Please, I’ve been with guys who are way more experienced, and they don’t have a clue.” He paused. “But if you want to practice, I’ll gladly let you practice on me.”
“Really? You’d do that for me?”
“Let you fuck me and suck my cock until you refine your technique?” He rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. “Well, if I must. I’ll manage somehow.”
“Such a humanitarian.”
“I’m doing it for the good of mankind.”
“Whatever the reason, I just ask one thing.”
His eyebrows lifted. “What’s that?”
I kissed him, then whispered, “Keep doing it.”
M
Y WIFE had never been a fan of physical intimacy—not with me, anyway—and probably would have been perfectly happy if I’d slept someplace else. If we somehow managed to come together in our sleep, she made sure to separate herself from me as soon as she was awake, usually by way of an elbow to my chest.
In the months since my marriage had ended, I’d gone out with a few women, had a few one-night stands and even a few multi-night stands. One of the things I’d discovered along the way, something completely new to me, was the morning after. Specifically, waking up with my arms around someone and her body close to mine. The first time I woke up like that, I could have stayed that way for hours. It was heaven, plain and simple. Pure heaven.
Nothing, however, compared to waking up to the warmth of Brandon against me.
My arm was draped over his waist, his fingers loosely intertwined with mine. His hair was cool against my face, his back warm against my chest. Every time I inhaled, I caught his familiar masculine scent and the faint, mouthwatering smell of sweat and sex.
The fact that I was with a man instead of a woman didn’t even register. Nothing about this moment seemed strange or foreign. It was perfect.
I nuzzled the side of his neck and kissed his shoulder, smiling against his skin as he responded with a soft murmur and a shiver. He squeezed my hand, and I ran my thumb along his finger. He stirred a
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