Page 81 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

I hear his steps heading towards me and my cock twitches, leaking a bit of precum. Fuck. I’m so turned on I might explode.

Trav enters the bedroom, gazing at me like I’m the hen to his fox, and licks his fucking lips before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.

“Fuck, you look good, baby.”

My stomach flutters. Why do I love it so much when he calls me that?

Reaching down, I stroke my cock. “Need you so bad.”

Trav nods, tugging his sweatpants down. He didn’t put on any underwear after his shower, so I get an eyeful of his hard cock right away.

“See what you do to me?” He strokes his length. “Only you, Beau. I swear I’ve never been so into someone.”

“Same,” I grunt, not trusting my voice. “You gonna show off for me, baby?”

A grin tugs at his lips. “Gonna do my best for you.”

Trav stalks towards me, and when he crawls onto the bed, I let out a strange whimper. Fuck. I’m like a damn virgin all over again.

He runs his hands up and down my thighs. “Sometimes, at night, I close my eyes and think about these thighs wrapped around my head while I suck you.”

“Jesus.”

“I try to remember what your slutty little hole looks like. Good thing I get to see it again.”

I spread my legs a little wider and he crawls between them, hovering just above my dick.

“You sure you want this?”

I nod eagerly. “So sure.”

“Fuck.” Trav falls forward, crushing his mouth to mine, and I wrap my arms around him.

Every time we touch it feels like I’m coming up for air.

Our bodies rub together, our cocks grinding against each other, sticky with precum. Trav’s fingers trail down my chest, my stomach, then dip between my legs where he runs one up and down my slit.

Before I can offer the lube, he’s sliding down and kissing his way across my flesh. I’m not sure I can handle another blowjob. At this point, I’m so turned on that I might go too early. But I don’t have to worry about that as Trav shoves my legs up, exposing my hole to him.

“Fuuuck,” he moans, then dives right in.

“Oh Christ. Fuck.”

Travis hums. “So good, Beau. Perfect.”

He goes at me again, licking and sucking my hole. I’m nearly delirious when he adds his finger to the mix. I moan hard as my cock jerks, leaking more precum. Trav leans up to catch it on his tongue then goes back to my hole.

“Fuck,” I whimper. “Trav.”

“I got you, baby. Gonna make you feel so good.”

I grip the sheets, pumping my hips slowly, desperate for friction that I don’t get. What I do get is a second finger added. The sting is intense, but I love it and quickly want more.

“Is it good?” Travis asks.

“More,” I mumble. “Please, Trav. More.”

“Whatever you want.”