I thought I wasn’t going to have any issue getting him to fuckaround once he knew where we both stood, but when he fled the bathroom, I wastotally thrown. What kind of guy doesn’t want a piece of ass when it’s offeredup to him like I offered up mine?
Clearly he’s attracted to me. I can’t imagine that raging bonerwas for someone else in that piece-of-shit bar.
When we reach his place, a one-story house in a subdivision, weget out and he glances around at his neighbor’s places, as if he’s worried oneof them will catch him bringing home his evening trick.
Considering how quiet he’s been, I’m a little unsure aboutwhat’s going to happen. He wants to fuck. Otherwise he wouldn’t have brought meback, but he’s uneasy about it. Ashamed. I’m not sure I want him like that.Normally, I wouldn’t fuck a guy who appears as conflicted as he does, but thefire between us, I’m not going to turn that down for anything…even if thatmeans he winds up punching me in my fucking face halfway through because hecan’t get this PTSD shit under wraps.
He leads me up the front porch and into the house.
It’s a nice place. More than nice. It’s OCD clean—something I’ma little shocked to see.
A living area with gray-upholstered sofas and chairs are placedin front of a wall-mounted large-screen TV. A few side tables have statues andsome interesting, thought-out décor on them. Nothing like my place, which Reesewould think was more like somewhere a frat guy might live.
On the other side of the room, a bar divides the kitchen fromthe rest of the place. A small stack of mail sits on the edge of the bar.
I wander inside behind Reese, glancing around, looking forpictures of his family or something. Some indication that he’s actually aperson. Nothing like that. Just some framed artwork. One of the pieces standsout more than the others. A gray framed painting hangs beside the TV. It lookslike the profile of a man gazing down.
Strange.
As he reaches the bar, he turns back to me and rests his handson his hips. His dick is still hard as a fucking rock. How can he maintain thatraging boner?
I approach him slowly, cautiously. If he wants to do this, heneeds to make the first move. He needs to show me he really wants to followthrough. Otherwise, I need to get an Uber and go home.
He sizes me up. He’s seen me plenty of times at work, so I can’timagine what the fuck he could be looking for now. When I realize he’s notgetting to this quickly, I try to make small talk. “That’s a cool picture,” Isay, referring to the one of the man’s profile.
He comes at me so swiftly I’m not sure if he’s going to kiss meor deck me, but I’m relieved when his lips crush against mine. He pushes me tothe side and shoves me against the wall like he did in the bathroom at the bar.He wraps his arm around me and presses his hand against my back, forcing mytorso tight against his.
His hard dick is stiff against my crotch. And I’m pissed thatwe’re still wearing clothes because I feel he should just be buried within myhole. Don’t know why that’s where my mind goes because I’m always the top, butReese seems like the kind of man who needs to dominate someone. And I’d love tobe the one whose ass he owned.
He pulls his hand from my back, grabs my arm, and spins mearound. Pushing my chest up against the wall, he reaches around and unbuttonsmy pants before yanking them down.
“God, you have the sexiest fucking ass in the world,” he says,feeling up and down my sides. He gropes at my flesh, his fingers tight againstme as he probes.
“It’s yours,” I say because I don’t give a fuck what he wants todo with it.
He squats, trailing his fingers down my obliques until his faceis right at my ass. As he grips onto my cheeks, I pull my shirt over my headand throw it aside.
He pushes my cheeks apart and spits on my hole before shovinghis face against it. He licks, exciting my nerves with a good rimjob.
“Well, you’re obviously no virgin,” I say.
“Tasted some good hole in my day.” He takes a moment beforereturning to his work.
I spread my legs as much as I can with my pants around myankles, and I arch my back so that my ass pushes even closer to his face,inviting him to take it as he pleases.
I glance back and catch him licking his forefinger and middlefinger before inserting them inside me. “I’m really tight,” I warn.
“Yeah, you are.” He’s excited about it. Like he’s eager to get insideme.
I’m worried about taking that big cock. As much as I’ve fuckedthese past few months, I haven’t bottomed once. And I’m also confused as fuckabout how his fake leg is going to work during all this.
As he massages his way into me, I let those worries go and enjoythe sensations he stirs. “Jesus fucking Christ!” I say. He stops pushing in,but I don’t want that. I think he mistook my eagerness for discomfort. “Thatfelt good,” I say. “Keep going. I need you to open me up.”
He licks my ring as he pushes farther in, moving his fingers ina half circle before going back the other way. He adds another finger.
“Holy fuck!” It stimulates me just right. The guy might bequiet, but he’s obviously no stranger to fucking.
“I just want you to be ready for my cock,” he says. “I want youto be able to take all of it.”
