I bet it bounces when you fuck him.
Not. The. Point.
While I’m distracted, he goes all in with one big push, and I have to step back to get my balance. I’m not about to let him win this round, so I simply grab his shoulders and shove him back against the wall, which has helpfully been cleared of the pesky towel rack, making it easy for me to pin him with my larger body. Less easy is ignoring the fact that his towel has gotten lost in the melee and his naked, weeping hard-on is pressing into my thigh.
“Motherfucker!” Roly struggles against me, smearing more of his precum on my skin. I lean down, our noses nearly touching. “Whatcha got going on there, Roly? Not so useless to you now, am I?”
“It doesn’t mean any fucking thing, you lumberjack jerk. I like being thrown around;it turns me on. And tonight? Gonna themotherof all Grindr hookups. I’ll make sure they know who to thank—mmph.”
Grindr, my ass. If anyone’s going to throw him around, it’s going to be me.
I lean in and take possession of those irritatingly full lips, kissing him with force, licking into his mouth as I roll my hips, grinding my hard cock against his body. Immediately he’s pulling me in closer, trying to find a source of friction for his needy cock, rutting up against my thigh, digging his thin fingers into the meaty parts of my shoulder, where I’m sure I’ll find bruises tomorrow.
“Ugh. I hate you so fucking much,” he says as he sucks my earlobe into his hot mouth, then follows the curve of my ear with the tip of his tongue. I didn’t think I could get any harder or more turned on, but that little fucked-up move makes my shorts unbearable, and Roly gasps when he feels it against his bare belly.
“Can’t fucking stand you,” I pant, angling to press and roll my hard-on against his.
“No shit,” he replies, wrapping his arm around my neck to pull me in for another plundering kiss.
We explore each other’s tonsils and violently dry hump, taking the years of hostility out on each other until Roly pulls away and slides back down to the floor. He drops his knees onto one of the fallen towels, his lewd brown eyes never leaving mine as he aggressively unzips me and yanks everything down to my ankles, taking me in all the way to the back of his throat.
Fuck him.
* * *
Roly
This asshole is the hottest piece of ass I’ve had in… forever. His shorts are pooled around his ankles, and he grabs the back of his polo, pulling it over his head, giving me the view I’d wanted at the boat party. He is masculinity perfected with his strong furry chest and beautiful round stomach, and Lord, I can’t help myself. I let my hands drift up and worship that manly belly of his, occasionally plucking at his fat, peaked nipples to keep him on his toes.
He was aggressive when we were kissing, but now that his cock is in my mouth, he’s shockingly gentle, testing out how deep he can go before giving me everything. It’s too bad that he hates me because he’s been on my list for so long, and I’ve been dying to suck on his dick. And it isglorious.
Man is agrower.
For years I’ve wondered what he tastes like, and after a day of running around with his kids, he tastes like salt and man. Fuck, he fills my mouth so good. The muscles in my throat relax, and I take him fully, all the way until my nose is buried into his dense pubic hair and my head nuzzles against the satisfying roundness of his belly. The moans and grunts coming from above are prideful gifts that I ferret away into my memory banks to jack off to later.
I remember the condoms and lube in my wallet, left over from last weekend’s frolicking, and I wonder if I can get him to fuck me. A growl from above steals my attention and rattles me with its vibration. He tries to warn me as his balls pull up tight, but I refuse to let go until he’s filling my throat. I swallow and suck and suck and swallow, obsessed with pulling every last bit of his cum from him.
He leans forward and supports his weight on a forearm, then looks down at me and covers his mouth with one of his large, masculine hands, like maybe he’s surprised (horrified?) at what we just did. God, I hope he has a short refractory period.
Only when his dick is soft do I let it go from my mouth. “You think you’ve got enough venom in there to fuck me, big guy? You don’t have to be nice. You can fuck me really hard. I like it that way.”
He shakes his head and looks heavenward, then finally down again with a sneer. “No no, darling I don’t do the fucking,” he says, leaning in close to my face. “I’m a big,fatbottom.”
My hand goes to my chest on a sharp, kinda squeaky inhale.
Oh,no.
This? Is how you ruin my year with one fucking sentence. I’m bereft. I’m genuinely, totally, deeply bereft. Dear goddess, I’m going to need a rescue inhaler.
Heath—a bottom?Who the fuck saw that coming?
Chapter Ten
Heath
I amsonot a bottom.
It’s just way too much fun to fuck with the little dude, and the shocked expression on Roly’s face was *chef’s kiss*perfect. He looked like I took away his favorite toy and told him that he couldn’t eat sugar anymore. It’s been three days since I shooed him out of my house, and I’m still laughing over that shit.
