“What do you need, beautiful?” he asks me, using that word again. “Can I get you ready?”
I think about the fact that I’ve only bottomed a few times before. It’s something I’ve always wanted to explore, but I’m sure Joey has way more experience than I do. Maybe it’s crazy of me to ask him for this, but I already have, and I definitely will not be taking that back. “Can you go slow?” I ask.
He holds my gaze as he nods. “Nice and easy,” he says and runs his hands up the back of my thighs as he lifts my legs.
I suck in a surprised breath, and he lowers his face to my cock. Just the thought of someone spending that much time up close with my butt makes me blush, but I bury all the shy feelings that are rising up.
Because I do want this, and as Joey’s hot breath teases my twitching cock and then blows to my crease, my hips buck toward him on their own.
Joey pulls my legs up over his shoulders, and as I fall back against the bed, he takes my cock between his lips. His room is barely decorated, like the rest of the house, but my eyes land on a map of the world framed above the dresser. I look down again to his tattoos, the phoenix on one arm and the old ship on another, then to his face.
His brow is creased as he swirls his tongue around my cock, and the rewarding heat of it drives me out of my mind. My sensitive head slides across his lips as he plays with my balls, lifting me at the hips, then pushes his fingers back to the outer rim of my hole.
I gasp as my whole body spasms. Earlier today, I wasn’t even sure if Joey was gay, and now he’s doing things I’ve never felt before.
I’m raw and bare in his hands. More naked than I’ve ever felt. Joey’s seen so much of me, but he’s still this mysterious, strong force, and I’m totally exposed for his pleasure.
I leak precum as he lifts me and spreads my cheek, then drags his tongue across my rim.
I can’t believe how good it feels, being exposed to him.
I can’t believe how much I trust this man I barely know.
Joey rims me, licking and kissing, his tongue entering just enough that I clench. The warm, soft pressure is unfamiliar, and it heats through me as the minutes pass and my cock twitches, untouched and painfully hard. “Lube and condoms in the nightstand,” he finally grunts, then kisses my tender, quivering hole again.
I reach back, fumbling until I hand him what he’s asked for. Joey squirts lube on his fingers, his eyes burning into mine. I start to paw forward, groping for his cock, but his fingers slide up against my hole first, and I fall back with another spasm and gasp.
“How’s that feel?” Joey rasps, pushing his fingers to my tight entrance.
I nod and look up, watching one of his hands move at my hole while the other slowly jerks his thick cock. He’s veiny and with a solid base of curly dark hair, framing his heavy balls and shaft. “Good,” I breathe. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah,” he grunts. “So fucking good.”
My hole squeezes as I think about him entering me, but when he keeps telling me how good I look and how beautiful and sexy I am, I finally untense. His slick fingers push in, opening me, and I moan out his name louder as coals burn at my base and my cock leaks on my abs.
“Joey,” I moan, pushing my hips down to take him further.
“You’re so tight,” he tells me. “Let me stretch you open.”
His fingers curl and I guess it must be my spot that he finds. I’ve never had pressure there before, but throbbing explosions of pleasure radiate out, and the pressure of his touch surges my building orgasm, swelling my cock. I push my hips down harder, desperate for more while I babble his name.
“Condom,” I gasp, squinting my eyes shut and scared I’m going to shoot just from his hand. “I’m ready!”
Joey doesn’t say anything, but I hear him slide the condom on and squirt some lube. A second later, I open my eyes, and he’s hovering where I can see his face. He looks hungry, like he needs this, and he spreads my legs to hitch me up to his hips.
“You tell me how fast you want it, beautiful. I’m going to fuck you until you come.”
My breath is ragged, and I’m not sure I could make words if I wanted to. Instead, I just watch Joey’s strong body position me. I try to breathe as he pushes his crown against my entrance, stretching my rim and filling me where his fingers were only a minute before. His shaft is thicker, though, and pulsing, and a flash of burning friction throws me back against the sheets.
“Easy,” Joey grunts. His hand lands on my cheeks, and he stays still, his cock pushing against my hole. “Easy, Milo.”
I whimper and lean up, and as I do, he sinks into me, stretching me wider. He’s thick, and the pressure builds everywhere as he pushes deeper and deeper. The spasms shaking me are so strong, I can barely support myself, but Joey lifts me and pulls me to his chest as he thrusts up.
“Like this,” I whisper into his ear, then kiss at his neck. “Fuck me like this.”
He plows up into me, then again, then again. My hole clenches down on him, and I can feel the orgasm that’s ready to break through. With an arm around my shoulders, he thrusts deep, then gently lowers me back against the bed. We kiss, and I paw at his back, inhaling his spicy scent while Joey’s cock slides in and out of my tight hole.
He likes me. He thinks I’m hot, and I can feel how much he wants this, and that gives me the confidence to burst through. I start to ride him back, whimpering his name, and I catch his eye.
