A gay sex stories: Another Fire Ch. 02 – For Your Eyes Only “Tonight I’m doing an aftershow for your eyes only. Victoria Hotel restaurant, 10PM. I’ll be waiting.”
I was standing outside the building, hesitant. Cold January air was irritating my throat with every breath I took between the drags of my strawberry e-cig. The thought of running away kept pulsating in my head like an unwanted guest.
He messaged me out of nowhere a few hours before the concert. At first my heart jumped in excitement, eager to repeat the events of our previous night together. Then I started to wonder how he had found me on the Web. I had given him my name only. Was he secretly stalking me? Did he just want to hook up with an old lover? Or did he have some hidden agenda?
All my worries and doubts were thrown out of the window, when I recalled the way he had held me that night. Goosebumps came over my body for the sole thought of his fingers gripping me by the hips, his mouth marking my back with sinful kisses, his pulsating cock moving inside of me, over and over. I couldn’t let the chance pass through. My answer was short.
“Red wine, semi-sweet. See you there.”
And there I was, gathering all the courage to enter the building and welcome an old acquaintance. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to expect. All I knew was I needed his body next to mine.
Transparent automatic doors opened before me, and I entered the lobby. I fixed the tie wrapped around my neck, and smoothened the collar of my shirt, before turning my steps towards the restaurant. And there he was, sitting by the window, peeking at me with a smile.
He aged a little, got a few new wrinkles here and there. But it didn’t make him any less handsome. His hair was longer than when we had met last time, now forming a little bun at the back of his head.
“May I?” I asked, pointing at the chair in front of him.
“I’m glad you came, Max,” he answered shortly.
I laughed and responded “you know exactly what to do to make me come.”
“Oh, you’ll come more than once tonight, dear. I can assure you.”
He kept smiling at me, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. He poured me the wine. It was indeed red, semi-sweet, just as I had asked. On the table between us there was a round, wooden board of cheese in a fancy composition. It was all looking kind of expensive. Maybe a little too expensive for a pre-hook up drinking.
“Is this a date?” I asked half seriously, grabbing a piece of camembert.
“It can be, if that’s what you want.”
His answer baffled me, making my eyebrows raise. I covered my embarrassment with a short chuckle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Did you miss me?”
I sipped the wine, carefully tracking his reactions.
“I must admit…I thought of you from time to time.”
I smiled devilishly, sliding the shoe off of my foot and slowly tickling his leg under the table, starting from the ankle, up to the knee and finishing between his thighs.
“Did you think of me in your most intimate moments, huh?” I kept teasing, while my toes pressed to his groin.
He bravely moved forward to the edge of his seat, to increase the pressure on his private parts. He didn’t seem to bother that other people might have noticed.
“Yeah, I imagined the parts of you squeezing me with pleasure. I imagined your eyes begging me for more.”
His penis hardened, as I was rubbing it with my toes. His eyes were burning.
“Too bad you left without saying goodbye,” I sighed, looking him in the eye, and placed my foot back on the ground, disrupting our little moment.
“Yet you still answered my message today. You might have thought of me too, haven’t you?”
Oh I had thought about him. And no matter how hard I tried to forget, how many people I tried to date, how many nights I spent accompanied by other guys, he was still the one I had been thinking of. The mood when we were together was just different. The air was sparkling with anticipation, with sexual energy. No other chemistry could match our intangible connection. And I could finally feel it again after one and a half years since our first meeting…
“You know I have,” I responded bitterly. “Speaking of answering messages, how did you find me? I didn’t give you my full name.”
He straightened up on his chair and looked at me with a serious face.
“I… stalked you a little. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t.”
“How?” I kept asking with a stern voice.
He sighed heavily before finally answering “just don’t laugh at me… since you were present at the fan meeting that day, I figured you must have been a part of their Facebook group. I made a fake account and joined, just to read through the members list and find you.”
Something within me broke when he confessed it with a guilty face, and sad puppy eyes. The sound of my laugh echoed in the restaurant, making a few heads turn around at our table.
“So you joined your own fanclub?” I stuttered out, as soon as my laugh eased. “This is so fucked up. Did you read the posts though? Some girls from the group are simping to you so hard.”
“Don’t make me more embarrassed than I already am,” he asked with his tone of voice low, and his face red. “I left as soon as I spotted you among the others.”
“Oh boy…” I sighed, before finishing the first glass of wine.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?”
His voice became shy all of a sudden, as if he was scared of the answer. I wasn’t mad. In fact, I was happy he had reached out to me at all.
“Should I be mad? Facebook is a public domain, anyone can check my profile,” I replied, chewing a bit of hard cheese.
“Fair enough.”
I filled both of our glasses, and raised mine to make a toast.
“To the night, then.”
Our glasses met with a vibrant noise, and we drank with our eyes crossed. He was looking at me as if he wanted to devour me right then and there. If there was no one around, I was sure he would just fling himself at me.
“You’re not dating anyone right now, are you?” He asked.
“I’m not. And you?”
I couldn’t find peace in any of the relationships I had tried to build. In the end I just put everything on solo life and career, soothing desolation with occasional tinder dates.
“I’m free, more free than ever actually,” he answered, a glimpse of sadness flickered through his face.
“Did loneliness finally kick in?” I smiled ironically, remembering his words about not feeling lonely at all, back in the day.
“Perhaps… And what about you? Did you get over that girl you were grieving back then?”
I nodded, taking another bite of cheese. After hooking up with my handsome guitarist I got over Johannah quite easily. Still, I felt lost, not knowing what to do, not sure what I was looking for.
“I’m stable now. Living in my safe bubble of work-home routine. Only from time to time I roam around the city searching for some substitute for love.”
“Like tonight?”
“No… tonight’s a bit different.”
I placed my hand on the table and caressed his palm with my thumb, rhythmically putting and taking away the pressure. His eyes were focused on my face, the madness of unstoppable desire was clearly building within him. Until he turned his head towards the entrance of the restaurant, and a loud, irritated woman’s voice rang in our ears.
“There you are! What were you even thinking, leaving like that?”
Understanding that the woman was talking to my partner, I quickly moved my hand away, before realizing she probably had seen it anyway.
“Jane! What do you mean? I told you I won’t do an aftershow tonight.”
“But you didn’t tell me you planned to leave early. I was looking for you, everyone was worried. And why don’t you unmute your phone for fuck’s sake?”
The woman was gesticulating dynamically, while gazing at the musician with pure anger in her eyes.
He took out the phone from his pocket and admitted “Oh, you’re right… seven unanswered calls, you must have missed me a lot.”
She just shook her head in disbelief.
“You can be so charming when you care about something. Not long ago you begged me to work with you, and look how you’re acting now…”
“I’m sorry, Jane. I was in a hurry,” he sent her the most charming smile before changing the subject. “Max, this is my tour manager. Jane, this is Max, an old friend of mine.”
Jane’s cold blue eyes finally looked at me. She crossed her arms on the chest, checking me out from the tips of my shoes to the top of my head.
“An old friend?” she asked surprised, accenting the middle word. “Dear, didn’t you realize that you’re the only old person here? Well, you were always into youngsters, I guess…”
Youngsters? I was 26 at the time and did not consider myself particularly young. I blushed, but remained silent, not wanting to disturb their fiery word exchange.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he giggled, sipping the wine again.
“Whatever… I wanted to discuss Italian tour dates with you. Tomorrow’s the deadline, I need to know what to answer for the theaters.”
He nodded, “I’ll come to your room in a moment, and we’ll settle the final schedule. Let’s finalize it quickly. I don’t want you to bother me tomorrow.”
“Bother you?” she spluttered. “Sometimes I really regret taking this job. Okay, let’s be it. Just don’t make me wait too long,” she sighed, rubbing her temples to calm down. “Okay, I’ll get going. Good night, Max. Have fun.”
She smiled meaningfully and turned away, her blonde ponytail waving gracefully with every step she took.
I raised an eyebrow, peeking at my amused friend. He and the lady seemed to know each other quite well… maybe a little too well for a usual collaborators relationship. There was this specific spark between them during their word exchange.
“Are you always leaving like that, without a word?” I raised an eyebrow, admonitory.
“I just wanted to meet you so bad that I forgot to say goodbye to the crew, that’s it.”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, not convinced at all.
He shook his head with a smile “let’s drink it up. Jane won’t wait for me forever.”
We finished our wine and left the restaurant. After getting to the elevator he stood behind me, grabbing my hips and pressing his groin to my butt. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
“I prepared a small gift for you. It’s waiting on the bed. When I saw it in the store, I couldn’t stop imagining you in it, Max.”
I looked over my shoulder, surprised. Before I even had a chance to open my mouth, his lips met with mine, and I was violently pressed to the elevator’s wall. Our hands intertwined, our bodies clashed with each other. I hardened in an instant, when his warm bulge started to rub against my thigh.
He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to the wall, letting out a frustrated moan.
“I’m sorry… it’s been so long, and you make me indescribably horny.”
I grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look at me.
“I want you too. Go finish your business and be back soon.”
He nodded, and handed me a card to his room. We split our paths after leaving the elevator. The card reader in room 313 beeped, and came in, breathing out loudly, as if I was getting ready for something big.
There was indeed a black package wrapped with satin ribbon waiting for me on the bed. A short note attached to the gift was saying “wear me”. After unwrapping the present, a black harness revealed itself from the folds of decorative crepe paper.
I quickly washed myself in the bathroom and proceeded to untangle the straps of leather. He must have really thought it through and be quite confident of my arrival. Was it that obvious that I wanted to meet him again? Had he sensed it the last time, and figured I wouldn’t change my mind?
At first I wasn’t sure how to wear the items, but soon enough I figured that one piece was meant to be worn on the waist and around the thighs, similarly to a garter belt, and the other one was destined to be placed around the torso and over the shoulders.
Had he really imagined me in that kind of undergarments? I blushed, looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Black leather was tightly entwining my body, lining up with my muscles and tendons in a perfectly sensual manner. Silver rings strategically spaced around the clothing were tempting to grab. And I just couldn’t wait for him to use them to pull me closer…
A loud sound of knocking woke me up from thought. I rushed to the entrance. I peeked at my pale silhouette reflecting in the mirror over the hall dressing table one last time before cracking open the doors.
“Password?” I asked, smiling daringly at my hungry lover and keeping the doors ajar.
He peeked through the gap, admiring my half-naked body.
“Looking gorgeous…”
“Very good,” I answered, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling inside the room.
I pinned him down the wall, my tongue started exploring the insides of his mouth, my knee landed between his legs, pressing softly. His hands were wildly caressing my flesh, scratching, squeezing, in a desperate attempt not to leave an inch of his lover’s skin untouched.
He gently pushed me backwards, turned me around and throwed in the direction of a dressing table. My hands landed on the wall, with a mirror between them. I could see our bodies close, his face snuggled against my neck. He was inhaling my smell with his eyes closed. I felt his breath on my back, warm and sharp.
“Oh God you’re so perfect. And your smell is just…” he groaned.
“Driving you wild, old man? Huh?” I grinned, pressing my butt against his groin.
“You have no idea how much, kid” he said before getting on his knees.
I felt his fingers spreading my buttocks, and then his tongue dived in between them. My whole world spinned, a loud cry of pleasure escaped my mouth. He was rimming me like crazy, reaching inside with the greatest force his tongue could give.
I had a few male partners since we had met, but none of them had treated me that way. The feeling was out of this world. I hardened, leaking with precum. My face turned red, my hands were clenched, I wanted more.
“Ahh… it’s too good, ” I moaned. “Oh fuck me please, I can’t take it any longer.”
He rose from his knees, took a bottle of the lubricant from the table and spreaded the cool liquid around my hole. His lips were pressed hard to my neck, when he started fingering me. I was staring at the mirror stunned, with my mouth half-open. My hips were moving rhythmically, taking him deep. He soon found the right spot, and a feeling of warmth began to rise inside of my pelvis. I wanted him so bad…
“Put it in,” I begged, my eyes teary from all the pleasurable sensations. “I want you… inside.”
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he whispered to my ear. “If I enter now, I won’t stop.”
I touched his cheek, pulled him closer and turned my face back, so that our eyes were crossing.
“I want it now.”
He kissed me briefly and unzipped his jeans. My ass twitched, when I felt his hot cock between my buttocks. I was so horny I could come just like that, without him even entering me. I leaned my palms on the desk, and stuck out my butt, to hurry him.
He put it inside without hesitation, a look of bliss painted on his face as soon as his cock rambled inside. He did it so abruptly it hurt, but I didn’t care at all. I wanted it all – pain and pleasure, as long as it was shared with him.
He was fucking me violently, pulling my back by the harness for a better angle. It was different from the last time. We were both thirsty and confident the other party wanted it just as much.
I placed my knee on the counter, taking him even deeper. My vision was blurry, my breath short, I felt the orgasm building within me. He was looking at my reflection, thrusting fiercely. I let out a piercing moan, my body shivered, my legs got weak. A clear, long smudge of semen splashed over the mirror and the desk ahead of us. My ass was squeezing his dick over and over, as the pleasure spreaded throughout my whole body.
“Oh fuck,” I heard him grunt, before his cock started to pulsate inside of me. “Ahh…”
He rested his forehead on my shoulder, slowing down the pace. His fingers clenched around my shift, moving up and down, as it was slowly shrinking.
“So naughty…” he whispered still inside of me, and looked me in the eye in the mirror. “Squirting all over the place just like that.”
He covered his fingers with the remains of my seed and licked them with a perverse look on his face.
“What are you doing?” I chuckled.
“I can’t get enough of you, Max,” he answered, before finally sliding his dick out of my ass.
He turned me over, so now we were facing each other. He was still dressed, with his jeans unzipped, laying loosely on his hips. I sat on the table, pulling him close for a kiss. It was different now, gentle, full of affection.
“I’m sorry I left without a word the first time we met,” he whispered quietly. “I was scared. Hell, I’m still scared. But I don’t want us to end like this. Do you?”
His blue eyes were drilling me through, I could almost feel his anticipation vibrate in the air.
“I don’t know what it is I want… but I want it with you,” I answered.
He kissed me tenderly before we freezed in a tight embrace. His chest was warm, I could hear and feel his heart beating next to mine. I smelled the skin on his neck, it was steaming with the sweet mixture of sweat and cologne. Yet something was off…
“You didn’t smoke today?” I asked surprised. “You smell differently.”
“I quit.”
“An old man quitting smoking just like that?”
“Jane says it’s bad for my voice. She wouldn’t sign a contract with a smoking vocalist.”
He eased the embrace and started kissing my neck and torso. His tongue was pleasantly teasing my skin and nipples. I stroked his hair, untangling the ponytail at the back of his head.
“Jane seems to be close to you,” I noticed.
“Jealous?” he looked at me between the kisses. “Or interested?”
I turned my head away, blushing.
“Or both?” he laughed.
I stayed silent, wallowed in his soft caress. His fingers were wandering around my stomach. I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“I think you’re her type. When the tour is over, I may ask her to join us some time,” he stated, getting down to his knees.
“Are you into such things?”
“I’m into exploring,” he smiled, gazing at me from below.
He left me no time to gather thoughts. His lips parted, and in a blink of an eye my cock disappeared inside of his mouth. I gasped, clenching my fingers at the edge of the desk I was sitting on. He was sucking me hard, his eyes focused on my face. My shift started to enlarge, filling my lover’s mouth more and more.
The air was sparkling with his unstoppable thirst and my undying ecstacy. Our eyes gazed at each other through the thick haze of desire. It was a sweet trance we were caught in, inescapable and pure.
Soon enough he straightened up, grabbed me by the waist and positioned on the desk, so he could enter me once again. His body was pressing hard against mine. My hand automatically wandered down there, to continue what his lips had started.
Quickly gotten used to the sensation of him filling me, I was craving for more. Sticky with sweat and sperm, with my legs spread, my mind foggy from lust, I wanted that moment to last forever.
It was a desire I had never felt neither to anyone before, nor after I had met him. I didn’t quite understand the reasons for our eminent connection, yet let its power possess me every time we touched. Losing all control was a bliss in these moments of fierceful oblivion.
Seeing his face next to mine, hearing him moaning my name, feeling the strong grip of his palms around my body, absorbing the madness of his moves, I suspected the feeling was mutual.
“Max…” He groaned. “You’re so tight…”
He kissed me forcefully, our tongues caught in a wild dance of domination. His thrusts became sharp and erratic, when I figured he was near the edge. I tightened my muscles down there to intensify his orgasm. My fingers were scratching his back, and he was shivering.
Trying to get him there, I forgot about my own pleasure. But as soon as he finished, I felt him sliding out. Getting to his knees, he pulled me by the straps. I stood up, surprised, and looked down at him devouring my cock once again. This time he did it more brutally, taking it deeper than before. His eyes went teary, but he didn’t stop.
I grabbed him by the head and kept fucking his mouth, panting heavily. It didn’t take me long to come this time. And seeing him like this, vulnerable and subservient to my needs, I was sure I could come again and again.
When it was done, we were both a mess. I wiped the sperm off of his chin, laughing. He was staring at me with the look of self-complacency on his sweaty face.
“Are you proud of yourself?” I asked, giggling.
“Quite so,” he answered, grabbing me by the hand and entwining our fingers.
“Just look at all the mess you’ve done,” I pointed at our surroundings.
“And that’s exactly what I’m proud of,” he responded. “Come on now, I’m in the mood for a long bath.”
He helped me remove the harness, lavishing gentle kisses on my body. With his every gesture I could feel an indefinite longing for touch and affection. Something had definitely changed since our last encounter.
Did he really miss me? Or did he just yearn for some volatile feeling of infatuation? Inspiring, amusing, easy to exploit, and easy to erase if it becomes inconvenient. What was I to become? An artist’s muse, a short-lived caprice? A middle-aged guy’s treat and a golden mean for lonely nights?
“Why did you invite me here tonight?” I asked, when we were both in the water, sitting in front of each other.
He sighed heavily and looked at me with his blue, sad eyes.
“Since we had sex that night I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried meeting others, both men and women, but it was all empty. I constantly felt like something was missing.”
“Missing? And have you found it tonight?”
“Yes.” He leaned towards me and took my palms in his hands. “I don’t feel like I miss anything right now.”
“And what if you’ll miss it again?”
He might have considered me young, but I was old enough to understand that such violent delights have violent ends. One day there’s something, and then there’s nothing. The feeling gets lost, becomes an illusion, a shadow of the flame once bright that got charred to ashes.
“I don’t know, Max. Do you?”
He bowed to kiss my hands. I was looking at him full of dubiousness, but at the same time strangely at peace with my inner self.
“I’m just a man,” he continued. “I don’t know how it all ends. Why don’t we just float this river, and see where it gets us?”
I nodded. There were parts of me scared of that whole situation. But no matter how much I was afraid, there was something pushing me in his arms.
He leaned to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, absorbing his warmness.
“Come here,” he said, when we separated after a few seconds.
I turned around and sat between his legs, with my back pressed to his chest. He was caressing my body, and I rested my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes.
“Do you have plans for tomorrow?” He asked softly after a short moment of silence.
“I’m going to work at nine. I’ll be free by five. Why?”
“I’m staying here till Tuesday morning. Would you like to keep me company?”
The question surprised me. It really seemed he had planned everything out in hopes of meeting me again…
I sighed, a little puzzled, thinking about my work. At that time I was freshly employed as a designer in a furniture company. Taking a sick leave was tempting, but not very reasonable considering my position.
“No way I can take a day off just like that… I’m still on a trial period. But I may leave early if you’re polite enough to persuade me,” a feisty smile entered my lips, as I opened my eyes and turned around to see his face.
“Let’s move to the bedroom, I’ll use my persuasion methods there,” he replied with amusement.
Soon we left the bathroom. I pretty much jumped towards the bed, eager to continue our night. I noticed my partner reaching for something hidden in his suitcase at the other end of the room. He came towards me with a big smile on his face and a small wash bag in his hand.
“There’s something else I prepared for you,” he sat on the bed beside me.
I peeked at the bag he was holding, full of suspicion. He grabbed my chin and pulled me closer for a kiss.
“Relax dear, I’m sure you’ll love it.”
We kissed for a short while. My breath quickened, I was still hungry for more of his caress, his touch, his body.
“Let’s start with this one,” he unzipped the bag, taking out a round item.
“Is this a ring?”
He nodded, leaning over to touch my penis. He carefully placed the ring around my shaft, and then put the other part of the toy around my balls.
I felt him gently squeezing my intimate parts, as he rose to kiss me. His touch was intoxicating. Our tongues danced with each other once more, and I hardened in his hands, unable to resist the temptation.
He moved away from me, as soon as I started to enjoy myself. His eyes were shining. The excitement of what was yet to come was lingering in the air.
“Now turn around, let me see your beautiful ass,” he ordered, and I followed with no hesitation. “Splendid. Get down on your knees, hands on the head of the bed,” he continued to guide me. “And don’t look. It’s a surprise after all.”
I heard him unzipping the bag once again, taking something out of it, and opening the bottle of lubricant.
“Don’t move. I have something really nice for your little hole to embrace.”
“And it won’t be your cock, I suppose? That’s a shame,” I noticed, sticking out my butt and gazing at the wall.
He laughed quietly.
“You flatter me.”
I felt his long fingers spreading my buttocks, and then something hard entered me. I shivered, feeling the coldness of lubricant covering the toy. The thing was round and pretty small, but I could feel it was just the tip, while the rest of the toy was still outside.
He stopped for a while, and pushed the toy once again, making another segment dive inside me.
“Ha…” I panted, squeezing my eyelids, bending over the head of the bed. “What is this?”
Instead of answering, he put more pressure on the item. I felt it going deeper. Each part of the toy pushed inside of me seemed to be bigger than the previous one. I thought it must have been some sort of anal beads…
“Relax,” his whisper rang in my ears seductively. “There’s just two more balls, and then we’ll move on.”
“Move on?”
Before I finished my question, another ball slid in, making me moan. This time he didn’t give me a break and pulled the last part inside, making my body shiver. I could feel the toy touching my sweet spot, tickling it in an irritating manner. Enough to stimulate, but way too gentle to make me come any time soon.
“Good boy,” he praised me, pushing at the end of the toy, making me moan again. “Now that your sweet ass is all stuffed up, you may take care of mine.”
I turned around to face him. I was so focused on the thought of him fucking me inside out, that I completely disregarded an option of us switching. Moreover, I hadn’t even considered he would ask to switch roles. The last time it was due to my initiative. The look of surprise on my face must have been pretty noticeable.
“What’s wrong?” He asked. “Don’t be selfish, my ass needs a good fuck from time to time too. And I haven’t had one since I don’t know when.”
I smirked, pulling him closer. It’s not that I wasn’t interested. Topping was fun from time to time. And with the beads tingling my prostate, it might have become even more enjoyable.
“I’ll do my best to satisfy.”
I got low on my knees, trying not to lose eye contact with my lover. My tongue lazily wrapped around his hardening cock. For a bit I played with its tip, like it was a lollipop, before taking it in completely.
He was looking me in the eye with amazement, clearly admiring how smoothly my lips could deal with his large, swollen shaft.
I reached for the lubricant laying in the sheets beneath us, but he was quicker. He opened the bottle, while his cock was still slow-fucking me in the mouth. I reached out my hand, and he poured the sticky liquid over my fingers.
I quickly placed my hand between his legs and located his hole. I dived inside swiftly, trying to reach deep, straight to the magic spot.
He was breathing heavily with his lips parted, drops of sweat flowing down his forehead. I kept pushing his prostate, with my mouth full and moving steadily along his cock.
“Max…” He moaned. “You’re so good…”
I smiled, moving my face away, and slowly rising on my knees, so now we were both kneeling in front of each other.
I knew exactly how to treat him. Because that’s how I had fantasized about him pleasuring me.
“Let’s start doggy style. I want to bury myself deep inside that willing ass of yours,” I stated.
He turned around, and as soon as he did, I grabbed his hips, pulling him closer. I wanted to take it slow, but when my tip entered his hole, all of my strong will disappeared.
I rambled inside with no warning. I moaned, and he screamed. I wasn’t yet sure whether it was pure pain, or pleasure. I stopped for a while.
“Don’t hold back,” he mumbled. “I deserve it rough.”
“Hell, you do,” I answered gritting my teeth, and continued to fuck him.
Maybe it was childish of me, but I still held the grudge. After a fuck like this, I thought, he would think twice before disappearing without a word.
He was taking me deep, and soon I was sure he was enjoying himself. His low voice kept moaning my name each time I was touching the spot deep inside.
If it wasn’t our third round, and without the ring squeezing my private parts, I would have come already. The beads in my ass were moving slightly with every thrust I took. It was taking me to the edge. But I knew I couldn’t finish it just yet.
I was panting like an animal, bending over my partner, leaving wet kisses on his back. I pulled out, cautious not to ruin it all too early.
“Let’s change positions,” I suggested.
He turned around without uttering a word and pushed me lightly at the stack of pillows.
“You’re nearly there, aren’t you?” He asked amused. “Let me help.”
He sat on me, and I saw my cock disappearing inside of him in a blink of an eye. He leaned backwards to maximize his pleasure and started rocking up and down. Quiet moans were leaving his mouth, as I was rubbing his thighs, spread wide over my lap.
He was taking me slowly, focusing on his p-spot. His eyes were now closed, head thrown backwards. I thought he was looking handsome in that position, with his hairy chest and slim abs exposed.
His moves were now faster, his swollen penis was leaking with precum, bouncing in the air.
“Max,” he moaned, opening his eyes. “I’m… ahh…”
His hungry eyes seemed to sate at last, he was gazing at me in a state of bliss and fulfillment. He let out a big load of sperm without even touching his dick. His hole was squeezing me hard to the rhythm of his hips still moving up and down.
Watching him come with his ass clenched around my cock was probably the hottest view I had ever seen. I felt the urge to take it from here and stimulate him some more.
While he was still submerged in his pleasure, I rolled us over and continued to fuck him. My hands grabbed his ass and pulled his legs upwards, so I could thrust deeper.
He was staring at me with his eyes teary and hazy, and I was taking him restlessly. I grabbed his penis, which hadn’t deflated yet, and started to rub it aggressively. His sperm-covered chest and stomach were moving up and down rapidly, with every sharp breath he took.
“Oh God…” he gasped. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He was looking at me, biting his lower lip. His brows were furrowed, he was lost in the moment, waiting for the upcoming wave of pleasure.
His cock trembled in my hand, unloading another stream of seed. I felt his hole contracting and clenching around my shaft. I groaned with pleasure, thrusting deep and coming inside of him. Our bodies shivered in unison. I was slowing down the pace, until we freezed in a tight embrace.
We kissed, as if it was our last moment together. His lips were soft, welcoming. It was all so similar to the last time we had done it this way, and yet so different…
I kneeled down and took the ring off of my parts before throwing it to the bedside table.
“I hope it counts as a good fuck,” I smirked at my lover. “I milked you dry, old man.”
“Yes you did,” he replied with approval. “You clearly gained some experience since our first meeting.”
“I imagined us fucking so many times, that now I just know what to do.”
He sat down and reached his hand to caress my body. We were both sticky with sweat, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Did you jerk off fantasizing about me?”
“Yeah.”
He was boring into me, his blue eyes focused on my reactions. His fingers were now teasing my neck and collarbones. Was he eager to continue? After all we have just done?
“How did you imagine us most often?” He continued questioning.
“You fucking me. Hard. Dirty talking and stuff…”
“Stuff?” His eyebrows raised in anticipation.
I hesitated for a while before forming an answer. With anyone else I would have been ashamed to talk about such things. But for some reason, with him there was no shame. Maybe because when it comes to sex, I viewed him as a more perverted version of myself.
“Insulting me… verbally I mean,” I stuttered, blushing.
“Oh my, anything else? Specific positions?” His fingers were rubbing my nipple, as he was piercing me with his eyes.
“Me with my hands tied. You taking me however you please.”
“Verbal abuse and a bit of bondage?” He raised his eyebrows. “My my… I had no idea you might be into these. I’d love to see it.”
He embraced me with his strong arms and pulled in for a wild kiss before throwing me on the bed. I was laying at my back, staring at him with my legs spread wide. He looked at my ass, still stuffed with a toy he had placed in it. I almost forgot it was there after we finished fucking.
He leaned over and whispered to my ear “I haven’t shown you the most important thing about this toy.”
I felt his hand pressing at the end of the beads. A switch clicked and my hole filled with low vibrations. I gasped, clenching my hands at the sheets. I looked at him reproachfully.
“Don’t be mad. I wanted to save what’s best for later.”
“You just didn’t want me to come too quickly, did you?” I hissed.
“That’s one way of looking at this matter,” he laughed and reached to the pile of clothes on the floor.
When he stood up, I saw him holding the tie I had worn earlier that day. He came to me and wrapped the black fabric around my wrists, placing them above my head. We kissed, as he proceeded to tighten up the tie. His palm reached back to my butt. I felt him switching the device to stronger vibrations, and my cock was slowly waking up.
“I’ll be right back,” he declared, standing up. “I still need a few more minutes to get to action. I’m not a youngster anymore,” he looked meaningly at my hardening penis and left to the bathroom.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the vibrations, and moving my ass up and down, to work with the rhythm of the toy. My muscles were relaxed, all the sensations in my body were eclipsed by pure, serene pleasure.
When he was back, all cleaned up from the sweat and sperm we had shared, I looked at him with my eyes hazy and full of bliss. He smirked, leaning over me.
He kissed my whole torso, inch by inch, giving special attention to the nipples. His fingers were caressing my neck and arms, scratching them slightly. He was teasing me with utmost care, as if he was worshiping my body.
It was more of a relaxation session than an interlude to intense sex. But the way he was stroking me seemed just perfect at the time.
It didn’t matter much whether he was soft and caring, or rough and wild, I loved his touch all the same. And I wanted to experience everything he had in store.
“How do you like it Max?” He whispered, in-between the kisses.
“I love it,” I sighed, gazing at his blue eyes above me.
“Do you like me gentle?”
“Mhm…” I took a sigh.
“Or do you prefer me rough?” He growled, grabbing me by the ankles and throwing my legs in the air, to give my ass a loud snap.
I shouted, surprised at this sudden mood change. Before I could gather my thoughts and answer, he slapped me once more.
“Would you like it rough?” He hissed, pushing my legs to the chest, making my tendons hurt.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, please! Take me rough,” I screamed, and he finally eased the hold of my legs.
“That’s better,” he praised me. “Now get down on your knees.”
I sat down on the bed clumsily, my hands still tied with the tie. I kneeled down, looking upwards at my partner standing beside the bed. He was smiling at me with a look of superiority, content with his new dominant role.
He reached out to caress my cheek before grabbing me by the head and pushing it down, towards his penis.
“Suck it,” he commanded.
I was kneeling low, with my elbows immobile on the bed, and my ass up in the air. I took him in completely, sucking hard and growling, as it was getting larger in my mouth.
He was moving his hips, and I was taking him deep down my throat. My eyes were tearful, but I didn’t care.
“Stick out your butt more,” he groaned.
I could only imagine what kind of sights he had at that moment, with my body bent in such a sinful way.
I felt his hand on my butt, playing with the toy, pushing it deeper down my hole. I moaned, and started to move my hips as well. My cock was watering the sheets beneath me. I would have touched it for sure if only my hands were free.
“Did I let you rock your hips?” He asked angrily and slapped my buttocks hard. “Stay still, you little slut.”
I felt my insides squeeze, as a wave of pleasure went through my body. Slut? It sounded so peremptory, so domineering. It was risky of him to call me like that. I could have either felt offended, or turned on. But luckily, being his little slut made me even more horny.
He continued to penetrate both of my holes, and I stayed still, with my lips wide open and tears streaming slowly down my cheeks.
“You’re really into it,” he panted. “You have always dreamed of taking a taste of a man, while another cock is drilling you hard, haven’t you?”
I trembled, as he switched the vibrations to a higher mode. My head landed on the bed. His cock slid out of my mouth and I moaned loudly. The moment of pleasure didn’t last long, because my actions were followed by another slap.
“Did I tell you to stop?” I heard him groan. “Did I?” He hit me once more.
Pain and pleasure created an amazing mixture, making me want more. I didn’t move, breathing heavily.
“Lay down,” he commanded. “On your back.”
I changed position uneasily, being constantly distracted by the delightful vibration of a toy.
He grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed, bending over me. His hand was clenched around his penis, stimulating it. His eyes were devouring me.
“Why should I fuck a bratty boy like this, huh?” He asked, getting closer. “Disobedient sluts don’t deserve a good fuck.”
I was staring at him stunned. For a moment I thought he would just jerk off and leave me like that. Then I realized it was just a game to make me beg…
“Please,” I wept. “Please fuck me.”
“Why would I?”
“Because I’m yours. Please take care of your little slut, daddy.”
I couldn’t believe I had said that… At that moment my face must have been more red than the buttcheecks, so harshly treated by his hands.
It was a miracle he didn’t burst into laughter. Instead he just gave me a little smirk and placed his hand at the end of the anal beads. He switched off the vibration, and looked at me with a devilish smile.
“Push them out. Only then daddy will fuck you.”
That jerk! And I had thought I couldn’t get any more blushed…
I looked away embarrassed, and started to push on the beads. He placed a hand on my cheek, turning my head back to face him.
“I want you to look at me. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I did as he pleased. It was surprising, but pushing the toy out felt kind of good. He kept smiling slightly, as the balls were sliding out into his open palm.
“Good boy,” he whispered, when the last bead left my butt.
He threw the toy on the floor and leaned his knees at the edge of our bed. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
“Please, daddy,” I whispered with a smile. “Fuck your little slut.”
He didn’t hesitate any more. His cock slammed right between my legs. It didn’t even hurt much. He filled the empty space left by the beads just right.
I was lying there full of lust. He was taking it all with pure force, leaving me breathless, speechless, helpless.
His fingers wrapped around my penis and stroked it fast. I cried, gazing at his handsome face. He was fully focused on my pleasure. His chest was moving fast, his abs nice and hard, working restlessly along with his hips.
The warmth building in my pelvis was difficult to bear. I still wanted more.
“Harder, please,” I moaned pleadingly.
He sped up, raising my butt higher for better access. His hand was stimulating me uninterrupted.
“Ahh…” I moaned, losing it.
“Come for your daddy,” he groaned, bending over my body.
I threw my tied arms around his neck. We were so close to each other I could swear we were one.
My muscles clenched around his hard cock, making him moan with pleasure. Seeing a string of seed bursting out at my abdomen, he quickly slid out of my hole. His hand grabbed both of our cocks, rubbing them constantly, and soon he joined me in bliss.
I was all covered in sperm. Our pulsating cocks were still held tightly by his fingers. His hand was moving slowly, as our orgasms faded.
His eyes were full of desire. It seemed he liked our rough play. Without saying anything he slid out of my embrace and came down to lick the sperm off of my stomach. I shivered and sat down clumsily, unable to lean on my elbows in this position.
“What are you doing? You’ll get sick,” I scolded him.
“Why? It’s just our pleasure, a perfect blend. Don’t you find it hot?”
I tilted my head, looking at his tongue traveling down my abs.
“Getting sick because of licking too much sperm,” he shook his head. “Aren’t you silly?” He smirked, kneeling down by the bed.
I smiled, looking at his agile fingers untying the knot of fabric wrapped around my wrists.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he said. “If there’s anything you don’t like, just tell me. I’ll avoid it whenever we roleplay again.”
I shrugged my shoulders with a relaxed face.
“I can be your slut sometimes, and you can be my daddy. Fine by me.”
“Good to hear you understand it’s just a game we play.”
“Well, of course… I’m not a slut. But you are my daddy,” I winked at him, amused.
He jumped on me to steal a kiss and shook his head.
“Daddy of all the names? You make me feel older than I already am.”
“You can’t be that old…”
“I’ll be 42 this year.”
I made a shocked expression and blurted out “okay, you’re at the ripe old age, daddy.”
He started to tickle me aggressively, pressing me to the bed.
“Spit that out,” he ordered, laughing.
I grabbed him by the palms and immobilized them in a strong grip, grinning at him.
“We’re both grown up,” I replied, before kissing the knuckles of his hands. “You’re the most gorgeous taste to ever touch my tongue. With all the beautiful things your presence does to my body, I couldn’t care less about our age gap.”
He nodded, slightly surprised with my answer. It might have been a little too poetic, I thought. But what can one do, when overwhelmed with emotions…
“Thank you,” he returned the kiss, pulling my hands closer.
“But you’ll still be my daddy,” I whispered leaning over his shoulder. “From time to time at least.”
Not long after we were lying in bed, surrounded by complete darkness. He was caressing my chest, his face snuggled in my hair. The peacefulness of the scene felt just surreal. It was hard to imagine we had been fucking wildly just a few moments back.
“I’d like to ask you about something,” he whispered, breathing out heavily, as if the matter was difficult to discuss.
“If it’s about tomorrow, don’t worry. I’ll leave the office early to keep you company.”
“Sounds great,” he paused. “But I actually was thinking about something else, Max.”
“What is it?”
“A friend of mine is getting married in May. I was invited and… I’d like you to join me there. Would you like to go?”
My heart speeded up the pace. The heat spread over my stomach, now full of fluttering butterflies. So he was thinking about us seriously – this thought hit me like an avalanche. Seriously enough to introduce me to his friends… four months from now. That’s not what I had expected him to think about our little relationship.
“The party will take place in Italy,” he continued. “I know it’s a bit far from here, but I can cover the costs of your flight. Of course if you’re not interested, I’ll understand. We’re not very close after all…”
“Are we?” I asked rhetorically, turning my head towards him.
“Well, technically we’re just a little more than strangers, so…”
“I’m more than willing to go,” I kissed him briefly and switched back to my previous position, glad he couldn’t see the happiness on my face. “Thanks for asking.”
“Okay,” he whispered slightly off-guard.
It didn’t seem real, nor reasonable. How on earth could a common folk like me create something lasting longer than one night with someone this independent and remote. To make matters worse, an artist…