Troy sits up. He tucks his dick back in his boxers, considering me. “Are you telling me you want to do that? You want me to put my fist…”
I laugh. “No. Please. And seriously, never try. You have some of the biggest hands I’ve ever seen.”
He looks slightly pleased at that, then wrinkles his brow again. “Then why are you showing me porn?” he asks again.
My strength has returned enough that I get up and walk over to the mini-bar. Rain patters the window as I pour us each a little of the whiskey they stock.
“To help us figure out what we like. Anyway, we gotta talk about something while we wait for our dicks to get hard again,” I point out.
Troy takes the drink I hand him. “Do we, though?”
I sit back on the couch, pushing my foot against his as I get comfortable. This little window after an orgasm is the most relaxed I’ve seen Troy, and I intend to take advantage of his openness until we get back to action.
Plus, I’m sure he’s not talking about this stuff with anyone else. There might be strict boundaries on our arrangement, but I care about Troy, and I want to be there for him if I can be.
Instead of teasing him, I decide to try to meet him on his own level with some common sense and straight talk, no pun intended.
“Neither of us has been with a guy before. We’re exploring together. Might as well take advantage of the opportunity and figure out what we actually like while we’re doing it, right?”
Troy rubs his beard as he eyes me. He considers what I said long and hard before finally talking again.
“What kind of porn do you watch?”
“Mainly porn with old men,” I answer quickly and laugh. When he looks like he’s about to walk out of the hotel, I answer honestly. “Just kidding. I watch all kinds of porn. Lots of bi porn. Sometimes I like a little handcuffs or something. Or guys in uniforms. Doctor and nurse sometimes. Lesbian porn, I go through phases. There’s this one with a taxi…” I trail off when I realize Troy is grinding his jaw.
“I don’t know what I expected you to say.”
I laugh. “Tell me something you think is hot,” I tell him.
Troy looks right at me. “That’s not a problem,” he says. “I always know what I want in the moment. Like right now. I want to shove you down, slap my erection against your cock, stick my fingers in your mouth, and feel you come.” He smiles, satisfied with himself. “That what you’re looking for?”
I bite down on my bottom lip. That almost got me going again, but I’m not letting him off quite so easy. Instead, I push my body closer to Troy’s on the couch.
“Just my cock? Or are you getting an interest in cocks in general?” I wink at him. “Porn with three guys is pretty hot, too.”
Troy grunts. “I told you—I don’t share,” he says and grabs my hard dick as he sits up.
Pleasure pours through me, and I shake against him, but hold it together.
“I don’t know.” I thrust my dick against his hand. “Seems like I’m pretty good at getting you to do things you didn’t expect to do. Could be fun to see how far I can take it.”
Troy growls at me, and I grind my body up to his.
“I could definitely get you to tie me up.” I rut my dick against his hard bulge. “Might be able to tie you up.” I kiss at his neck. “But we can be more creative than that. I wonder if you’re powerful enough to get the keys to any of the stadiums?”
Troy pushes me backward, taking control. “I’m powerful enough,” he says evenly, “to do whatever the fuck I decide I want to do.”
Before I can say another word, he pulls me to him. I laugh as Troy gets me over his knees, using his considerable strength to hold me down, although I’m not fighting back as hard as I could.
“What the fuck?” I laugh and try to hit his arm away.
“This what you want?” Troy asks. “You want me to spank you just to see if you like it?”
I twist my head and look at him. “You don’t have the guts,” I challenge him, and Troy swats my ass.
I laugh and kick as the sting warms my ass, but it feels good, too.
“Maybe you wouldn’t shoot your mouth off so much if I gave you a red ass every time.”
