Ashley stared into to eyes that were taking in the situation in which they found themselves. He wished he could read Thomas’ mind. But he snapped out of it and thought, “I’m going to at least get something out of this before it’s over.”
He started the long, slow process of fucking Thomas’ pole, again. He loved the build-up almost as much as he did the finale.
Thomas watched as Ashley began riding his erection. Ashley would shut his eyes occasionally, moaning when he would lower himself until their crotches ground together. Thomas lay there, not knowing what his role was. Should he be more aggressive? Ashley was clearly enjoying himself. Ashley caressed his own nipples through the t-shirt as he rode up and down.
Thomas remembered the electricity he had experienced from the play on his nipples earlier. He remembered the seemingly direct connection between nipple and groin, nipple and cock. Only, this time, although Ashley was playing with his own nipples, Thomas could still feel the connection. Each time Ashley pinched or flicked a nipple, Thomas thought he could feel his own cock receive a jolt.
He also remembered the feeling of the ass play that had made him cum and thought about now much more pleasurable it would be if perhaps it was a dick, sliding in and out, rather than just a finger. A very gay way of thinking, he mused.
After a while, Ashley stopped and rolled off of Thomas. Thomas didn’t know if he was done. Had Ashley’s orgasm gone unnoticed? He hadn’t seen any cum being released from Ashley’s dick. But it would have been hard not to notice all of the strings and drops of precum on his stomach and Ashley’s own.
Ashley stood up and said, “Let’s go to bed.”
Again, Thomas didn’t know if that was an invitation for something more, or a request to get some more sleep. He swung his legs off the sofa and followed Ashley down the short hallway. He couldn’t help but notice Ashley’s tight butt wiggling in front of him, shiny from lube, precum, and a little sweat.
Thomas entered the bedroom trailing behind Ashley by a few feet. It was dimly lit by a single lamp on one of the nightstands. The room was tidy, if not a little effeminate. There was a smell, maybe flowers, roses, Thomas thought, although none were visible. In the center was a king sized bed with pale pink bedding, neatly folded down. There was a dressing table with a stool and mirror, and lighting like one would see in a theater dressing room. The lights was not on, though.
The room seemed spacious for the small cottage. Then Thomas remembered passing an office off the short hallway. Maybe the wall between had been demolished and moved a couple of feet to make this bedroom larger.
Thomas noticed various tubes, pots, compacts, and bottles of makeup, along with brushes, sponges, and other tools, very neatly organized. He had not noticed Ashley wearing any makeup earlier, so perhaps he kept it very subtle. However, he was not very observant, Thomas admitted.
Ashley crawled onto the king sized bed, into the center of it, and turning his head to look back at Thomas, beckoned him with his eyes and wiggling finger, pointing to the space between his spread legs. “Come here.”
So, it wasn’t over, yet. Thomas took the invitation and crawled up between Ashley’s legs. His erection had waned, being exposed to the coolness of the small air conditioned home. But it stiffened right up again when he took his place behind Ashley. He placed his hands in the small of Ashley’s back. Ashley reached back and led Thomas’ hardness back to his ass.
He pushed back. Thomas slid back in easily.
Ashley put his hands and arms down on the bed, over his head, with his ass pointed up in the air. He rocked back and forth, his little dick, partially limp began leaking more precum.
Thomas had not intentionally been holding back. He just hadn’t built up another load. Regardless, it felt magnificent to have his shaft in Ashley’s anus. This being his first time with another man, he continued to let Ashley control the action.
Ashley picked up the pace and Thomas had to adjust his grip, holding on to Ashley’s hips, as Ashley slammed back against him, thrusting backward and forward. Thomas leaned down and planted kisses on Ashley’s back and neck, as the bed rocked.
Ashley was approaching his own orgasm, but this position wasn’t working. It didn’t seem to be working for Thomas either, apparently. Ashley just wanted Thomas to fill his ass with cum, so he would finally leave. It was getting late, or rather, it was approaching early morning.
He stopped and pulled off of Thomas. He rolled over and put a pillow under the small of his back. He then pulled his knees up with his arms. “Fuck me, Thomas!”
Thomas laid down on top of Ashley, supporting most of his weight with his arms, next to Ashley’s head. He tilted to his right side and used his left hand to point his cock at Ashley’s gaping hole. It was obvious he would have to set the rhythm in this position.
He began pumping in and out of Ashley again, making love to him. His motions, slow and deliberate. He bent down towards Ashley’s face. He waited to watch Ashley’s reactions. At present, Ashley’s eyes were closed.
Ashley was conflicted. He had expected Thomas to leave after the earlier blow job. He didn’t. He had expected a pump and dump when he had tried nearly every position with Thomas fucking his ass. Still, Thomas was persistent in this “lovemaking” and showed no signs of wanting to leave.
Ashley opened his eyes to see Thomas’ face inches away from his.
“What?”
Thomas leaned in closer, staring into Ashley’s deep blue orbs. Finally noticing the hint of eyeshadow and eyeliner. The touch made him even more beautiful in Thomas’ mind.
Ashley lifted his head to close the final inch between their faces and to meet Thomas’ waiting lips. What started out as a kiss rapidly became a mutual tongue-fucking of each other’s mouth. They made out passionately, as Thomas continued making tender love to his ass. Ashley wrapped his arms around Thomas’ shoulders and neck pulling their mouths together. He wrapped his legs around Thomas’ waist, pulling him as deep as he could.
Thomas arched his back, creating some space between their torsos. He didn’t consciously do it, but he reached down and took hold of Ashley’s cock that had been trapped between them. It felt strange, but he enjoyed the sensation of touching this part of Ashley’s body. It was hard, yet soft. It was warm, no, hot. It was slippery. He stroked it and pumped out more precum.
Ashley was shocked, to say the least. Never in all of his sexual encounters with a “straight” man had anyone ever done this. It felt like an invasion of his space, but he liked it.
These actions were fucking with Ashley’s mind. They were also building towards a crescendo. He knew he was about to cum, but he wanted Thomas to climax, too. And the older gentleman seemed to be reluctant to cumming. They laid there fucking for what seemed like hours.
When he could hold back, no longer, he said, “pull out!”
Thomas, not knowing what was wrong, did so. Had he hurt Ashley?