“No,” I tell him. “I don’t.”
Orlando pushes his body to mine. My hand drifts down the side of his neck, to his broad chest, and then over his bicep as he stays pressed to me.
It feels strange. Hard and rough.
But good.
“Hell yeah,” he whispers, his hands on my meaty hips. “I’m so glad I messaged you.”
I can taste him. His scent is in my nose, musky, and my body responds to it, swelling.
His words hit my brain. “What? Messaged me?”
He leans back as his hand works its way to my crotch. “On Grindr,” he says.
He gropes my hard dick through my trousers, and I strangle a growl, aware someone could hear us. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I rasp. “Grindr?”
Orlando freezes, his hand flat to my throbbing erection. “That’s not you? We didn’t message about meeting here for an anonymous hookup?”
His words from earlier finally make sense.
Shit.
“Hell no.” I’m sweating, pained with how much I want to thrust my dick against his hand. With another strangled growl, I grab his shoulder. “I’m straight.”
He strokes my dick again. “Straight and hard and fat, from what I can tell.”
The pressure of his hand feels so good; it’s hard to think about anything else.
I pull him to me, huffing, done with talking and ready to get to action becausefuck, his hand feels amazing.“That’s right,” I whisper into his ear. “Straight and hard and fat. You ready to be the first man to suck it?”
Orlando puts his mouth to my ear, too. “I don’t know how you always think of the perfect things to say,” he says and grips my cock hard, bolting pleasure through me.
When Orlando goes to his knees, blood rushes to my dick. I’m hot with the need for more, and I grope at his shoulders and the back of his head as he smashes his face to my crotch. Working my pants open, he nuzzles my erection through my boxer briefs. “Hell yeah.”
“Quiet,” I grunt under my breath. “No getting us caught with your big mouth.” I thrust my dick against his face, enjoying the burn of his faint stubble. “That’s for me to use.”
He tilts his eyes up to me, showing me his approval as he groans softly. Knowing I can turn on a young guy like him does something nice for my ego, and I enjoy the attention as I lean into it.
“Suck it,” I tell him, voice quiet as I keep up the dirty talk. “Suck my big dick like you’re starving for it.”
Orlando pulls my pants and underwear down, freeing my erection. He doesn’t waste any time. He wraps his fist around my base and brings my wet crown to his mouth.
Soft heat curls through me, the sensation of his lips impossibly good.
I buck lightly, pushing my rigid cock deeper into the heat of his mouth. With one hand on the back of Orlando’s head, I guide us together, in and out.
Ecstasy rips me apart. It’s been so long. This feels familiar and entirely new at the same time.
His grip is rough on my cock, and he sucks me a little too hard, his free hand buried in his pants. My dick is wet with saliva, and I’m dripping precum, but even lubed up, the pull and lick of his blowjob sparks with friction.
He pulls his teeth lightly along my shaft, and I wince as I pull my dick back. “Watch it,” I cough out, pain searing me with the pleasure.
“Sorry,” he whispers and pulls my dick in again. He goes back to sucking, but much softer, and when he tries to swirl his tongue, my erection falls out of his mouth.
Fucking hell.
I take his face in my hand. “Like this,” I say, feeding it to him. My cock slides back between his lips, and I sink into the warmth, throbbing hard as I hold myself there, still.
