My hands rest on either side of his head as I pull back and slide in again. His eyes water, and there’s a lot of drool, but that’s the best kind of head. I like it messy where my partner is gagging on my cock.
Right as the arousing pressure builds, I slip out of his mouth, a long trail of saliva caught between my tip and his bottom lip. Extra hotness.
“Strip naked,” I tell him again as I slip out of my pants and underwear, kicking them away.
He’s breathless and wide-eyed as he stands and rushes out of his jeans and underwear.
“Good, now get into the bed, ass up.”
He does as he’s told and looks at me over his shoulder. I have to admit that Jason has a nice ass.
“Just use a condom, please,” he says.
“Always.”
I grab a condom and a lube packet from my wallet on the floor next to my slacks and drop them on the nightstand.
“Ready for me?” I ask to make sure I have his full consent.
“Yeah, so ready.”
I stand at the foot of the bed, stare at his ass, and stroke myself until I’m fully hard again. When my cock is ready, I open the condom wrapper and roll it on before climbing onto the bed. With the lube packet in hand, I open it, pour the contents into my hand, and spread it across my palms. Instead of working him open with one finger, I insert two. Jason grunts, bears down, and takes it.
“There you go… you’ll take my cock easily enough.”
After the third finger, I ask, “Ready for me?”
“Uh-huh…”
“Are you sure?”
He looks back at me, except his eyes are downcast and he’s frowning. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
He doesn’t look sure, so I eye him until he glances away. “Do it,” he orders.
“Yes, sir.”
After wiping my oiled hand on the hotel quilt, I line my cock up with his hole, work myself inside him about halfway before pulling back and sinking in all the way to the root.
“Hell, yeah,” I hiss.
Jason stays face down, ass up, and clinging to the sheets beneath him. I claw at his hips, pulling him toward me as I thrust into him deep and hard.
It takes me a longer time to come these days, so I mostly focus on his pleasure first, wiggling my hips to brush over his prostate. When I hit it, he groans and pushes his ass back for more.
Usually, I talk dirty to my partner, but I’m not up for it tonight. I only want to fuck, forget, and be done with it.
I close my eyes and just feel his tight heat around my cock, blocking out cruel mothers and long workdays. Once I sense the first threads of pressure, I lean forward, reach around my partner, and fist his cock, which is weeping at the tip.
“God, yeah… It’s so good,” he pants between my thrusts. “You’re good at this. I’m so close.”
Already? Interesting.
Sure enough, he squeezes the hell out of my cock and spills over my hand and onto the bed.
“Mhmphfmah…” he mumbles into the pillow as he comes.
When he’s finished, I wipe my hand on the sheets again and pound into his ass. My eyes are squeezed tightly, trying to get lost in the sex as I conjure up some fantasy, but nothing pushes me. Nothing gets me going.
