Hand on his face, I guide him, finding a rhythm again. “Take it like that,” I tell him as Orlando meets me. “No teeth. Suck my dick and think about how your team lost.”
He coughs his laugh, but keeps working me, sucking my shaft.
I paw at his head, wringing every moment of pleasure out of this as we fall back into rhythm. Maybe I’m an old grump, but I can still surprise myself. I’m still alive, my blood pumping hard.
I can still claim what I want, and in this fevered moment, I want him.
Pleasure throbs up my dick, stretching his mouth with every pump.
Orlando pulls back to talk, but he keeps his grip steady as he beats my dick, his own cock in his other hand. “Shoot in my mouth,” he gasps, lips raw and red. “I want to swallow you down.”
Grunting and happy to comply, I thrust into his mouth again and fuck his face harder, resisting the urge to enter his throat, since I’m pretty sure he can’t handle it. Riding that edge, I struggle to keep my voice under control. I’m aware we’re probably getting louder, but I’m so full of cum and pent-up desire, I can’t stop. My balls ache, Philly won, and I’m ready to burst.
I grind my crown to the roof of his mouth, shaking. My orgasm demands release, but I fight like hell to keep going. Orlando’s quaking body tells me how much he’s enjoying this, and at the edge of my climax, I drag out every second I can last.
My fingers tighten in his curly hair. He gives my cock another hard pump as he sucks my crown, and I ignite. Bucking hard into his mouth, I shoot semen.
My muscles turn to lava as pleasure erupts. Orlando shakes, too, jerking with his orgasm as I climax. It’s the exhausting, full release I didn’t know I was missing, and when I slide my cock back, cum is dripping from Orlando’s mouth.
He licks it up as he stands. Wobbly on his feet, he nearly falls against me, and I catch and steady him. “Easy there.”
He chuckles under his breath. He’s licked the cum from his lips, but I can see the sticky gleam.
Fuck. Why is that so goddamn hot?
When I remember we’re in the bar’s bathroom, reality easing back in, I pull my pants up, fixing myself. Orlando seems to become aware of himself again, too, and we quickly clean up.
“Damn,” he says, tossing a paper towel in the trash. “You have one fat cock, Troy.”
I let out a surprised huff as I wash my hands. “Sure.”
When I turn, he smooths down the front of my shirt, dragging his hands over my pecs. I’m warm and tingly from the orgasm, and the sensation surprises me, pulling at something buried deep behind my ribs.
I get a sense of myself again and step back.
He recovers his smile. “Still straight?”
I frown, not sure what to say to that. “Is that something that changes?”
He shrugs. “Who knows?” Carefully, Orlando leans back and peeks out the door. After a moment, he opens it enough to stick his head out properly.
“All clear?” I ask.
“All clear,” he agrees but steps back in, closing the door. “And honestly, I don’t have any cash with me, so I guess it’s a good thing you took me up on the other bet.” He flashes a smile. “Hey. Maybe we could exchange numbers? Do this somewhere with a bed next time, or at least not a toilet?”
“Uh, no,” I say quickly as I rub my hand over my face. “Sorry. Can’t.”
This was an exception to my regular life. A one-time thing.
He looks a little disappointed, but does a good job hiding it. “Okay. Well. Have a good life, I guess.”
“Yeah, you too,” I say, and he takes off immediately.
My head spins.
I wash my hands again. Wait another minute just to be safe and then glance in the mirror one last time.
“Pull it together, Frisk,” I grumble to myself and trudge out into the night.
