“Do you like showing off for me?”
“Yes, I do,” I said, short on breath.
“Good. Now, pleasure yourself for me. Let me see how you get yourself off.”
I grabbed my cock and jacked off. “Fucking Christ, Alec.”
His grin got wider, and he leaned back to better stimulate his cock through his pants. We stared at each other, the tension closing my throat and making my body tingle. I bit my lip, both trying to look slutty, and because I had to do something. It felt like I needed to jump out of my skin, or fuck so hard I’d sleep for a week.
“Close your eyes, Blackwood. Picture your hottest fantasy while you touch yourself for me, and tell me what you see.”
There was something about being told what to do like that. Saying he wanted me to perform for his pleasure, in plainwords, was so fucking hot. I didn’t think twice and closed my eyes. There was only one fantasy.
“We’re lifting in this hotel’s gym. Every muscle in your body is working overtime, and you’re pumped as fuck. I’m spotting you on the bench. You’re covered in sweat, and need to take your shirt off.”
“That’s a memory, not a fantasy.”
I took hold of my nuts and pulled them away from my body. “You don’t stop at your shirt. Your chest hair is wet with sweat, running down your pecs, abs, and pelvis. You’re grunting like an animal. And you tell me how it’s so fucking hot in there and take your shorts off.”
“Mmm. Now we’re talking,” he growled.
“You keep working, and soon you have to take off your underwear too. You ask if I’m okay with it and I stammer ‘yes.’ You lift so hard you start to chub until you’re raging hard. My mouth is watering, staring at you, but before I make a move, you get up and tell me to come shower with you.”
“What happens in the shower?”
“I keep staring at your cock. You ask me if I like it, and I can’t lie. You touch yourself under the water. And then…”
“And then what, Blackwood? What happens next?”
“Then I fall to my knees and worship you. I touch your cock. Stroke it. Taste you. Suck on your nuts. Lick at the slit and swallow your pre-cum. Then I… and then I suck you. Blow you—suck a cock for the first time in my life. You fucking love it, moaning and telling me how good it feels.”
“Mmm. Fuck yeah, Blackwood. First cock to enter those lips.Fuckyeah.”
“I keep going until you can’t take it anymore. ‘Till you’re pulling your hair and pushing my head down. ‘Till you’re going crazy with pleasure. All because of me. And then… and then you come. Shoot a giant load right in my fucking mouth.”
“You want to taste my cum, Blackwood?”
“Yes.” I moaned so deep and true it rattled my body. I couldn’t help but open my eyes.
Alec had stripped nude while I was weaving my tale, and was masturbating on the corner of the bed. I was so absorbed in my dirty mind I didn’t hear him move a muscle. But when I did, I was mesmerized by Alec’s body, and cock. The prodigious pecs and biceps. The soft looking hair on his chest and abs. His wide open, tree trunk thighs, giving his crotch as much room as possible. And his package—thick and long with a manly bush and heavy, low-hanging balls pooling on the bed. Seeing it all in action as he pleasured himself was beyond what my feeble mind could conjure.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Alec smiled out of utter enjoyment and pleasure for the first time since we laughed at the bar. It only lasted a moment until he was serious again. He pointed between his legs and said, “C’mere. Get on your knees and look up at me.”
Never in my life had anyone spoken to me that way. Random strangers treated me with default respect. I’m tall, good looking, muscular, and charming enough to know when to flash a smile. I was used to getting what I wanted and telling others what to do, especially,specifically, in the bedroom.
I took Alec’s order like a monk obeying his holy text.
We were almost at eye level as I looked at him. His face was inscrutable. Wild lust and unbridled joy behind what appeared to be cool disinterest. A slight smirk grew as he stood, shifting the dynamic. Alec towered over me, and I knelt before him, all the while furiously jerking his massive cock right above my face.
Alec reached his free hand to my face and said, “Can I touch you?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, out of nowhere, but knowing it was the only true answer.
A chuckle escaped his nose. He caressed my cheek, then ran his fingers through my hair. His smirk always growing. Alec traced my cheekbone with his thumb until he got to my lips, circling them several times.
“Open.” I did, and he put his thumb in my mouth. “Suck.” I did that too, and once I closed my lips around him, droplets of his pre-cum flew off his cock and landed on my face. “Fuuuck,” he moaned.
