“What?” Carver said, tossing his button-up on the floor and undoing the fly of his pants. “I’m just catching up with you.”
“No, I don’t care, I just didn’t even get a word out of you first.”
“Okay, a word. Hello. Let’s fuck.”
The silver fox went over to the bed, then undid the robe and dropped it to the floor. Carver’s gaze went to his dick, which was actually bigger than it had looked in photos. In fact, it looked bigger than he wanted it to. He was going to put that inside his body? No, actually. Maybe not. Definitely not.
Silver Fox read his expression. “I’m a grower,” he said with obvious pride. “I was jerking off to your photos before you got here.”
“You’resoftin those photos?”
“Well, it’s a semi. This is the full monty.”
“Holy shit. You use Viagra, or something?”
“That’s actually kind of a rude question to ask someone my age,” said Silver Fox, but he was still smiling. His close-cropped beard made him resemble a sort of handsome gay Santa — a Miami Santa. “Boy, you’re a fine little piece of ass, aren’t you? Let me see the 360.” He spun his finger in the air.
Carver obediently turned in a full circle for him. Now they were getting into the good stuff. He just had to figure out how to politely tell this guy that he only wanted a fingerbanging, so to keep that sea monster away from him and out of his delicate orifices.
Silver Fox whistled at him. “You look like… Hmm. Sort of like if a young Tom Cruise was a strung-out Russian prostitute.”
“Fantastic. I’m thirty-six, to be clear.”
“That’s young enough.”
“Doesn’t feel like it.”
“That’s a nice Rolex, is it a Yacht-Master?”
“Day-Date in platinum.”
Silver Fox nodded in approval. “How much did that run you?”
“About seventy grand.” Carver gestured down his body with a flourish, then put his hands on his hips. “You planning on fucking me or robbing me?”
Silver Fox laughed. “The former,” he said, and patted the bed beside him.
Carver approached, and once he was close enough, Silver Fox reached out and hooked a finger in his briefs to pull them down and off him. Carver’s semi sprung free. Silver Fox inspected it,then reached up to clasp his hand around the base and give him a rough stroke. A throb of pleasure made Carver’s knees weaken. He knelt onto the bed and fell across it, bare ass in the air.
The silver fox bent over him, letting out one of those older-guy groans, which turned Carver off a little. He knew he had daddy issues, but they weren’t the kind of daddy issues that made him want to fuck guys his dad’s age. The appeal of guys his dad’s age was just that they knew what they were doing. Silver Fox proved him right about this a second later when he gave Carver’s ass a brief squeeze before teasing his fingers over his hole, then pressing them into his taint and starting to rub the sensitive muscles there.
Carver’s prostate throbbed in response, and he let out a groan. Silver Fox chuckled and gave his balls a light squeeze before returning to the massage. Carver went pliant and began to melt into the bed.
“Finger me,” he slurred after a while, once he’d started drooling and humping the mattress.
“You cleaned out?”
“Yes,” he snapped, even though he wasn’t and was just making an educated guess that there were no bullets in the chamber.
Silver Fox went away and came back. He shoved an open bottle of poppers in Carver’s face for him to sniff, then uncapped a bottle of lube and started warming some between his hands. Carver lay there, throbbing internally and externally, his mind wonderfully blank.
“You a pillow princess, or just a sissy?” Silver Fox said, teasing his asshole with his fingers again.
“Ghhh,” Carver said. “A sissy.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah… I fuck the shit out of my wife.” Twice a year, usually while drunk.
