“Can you please go?” I held the curtain around my chest, water dripping from my hair that he now saw and was trying to catch. “Are you thirsty?” The cat appeared, smoothly making his way into the bath to sit beside his friend and stare up at me. “Okay, Rufus, I know you don’t want any water. I think both of you can vamoose. Go on. Unless one of you can reach my phone, pull up my Pride playlist, and pick out Cyndi Lauper’s ‘True Colors’ for me?”
A quack and a steady, unseeing stare was their reply.
“Fine, I’ll get it myself. Do not peek at me!” I reached out, leaving the shower curtain drop, and snagged my phone. The cat got upset when a few drops of water hit his head, so he took off, and thankfully Ralph followed, talking steadily in duck as he waddled off. After queuing up some tunes, I tossed the phone back onto the toilet seat and commenced washing up. I lingered in the shower for a long time, trying to sort out the muddle inside my head.
“Can you save some hot water for me?”
I yelped in fright, nearly yanking the curtain off the oval rod as I jumped and tried to cover myself simultaneously.
“What is wrong with the people in this home!? First the duck and cat come in to peep at me, and now there you are, all silent and sneaky!” I jerked my head around the opening in the shower curtain to give Acosta a dirty look. “If you wanted to see my treats, all you have to do is ask.”
He held out a pair of underwear. Not mine. Oh no, not mine at all. These were tighty-whities. My face must have said it all.
“First off, the duck was in here hoping to get the tub filled up and have a swim.” I gaped at him. He raised a shoulder. “He’s a duck, and he likes to swim. Secondly, I’m not here to see your treats. I’ve already seen them. I brought you some clean underwear of mine. I’d forgotten to add them to the pile.”
“Eww.”
“They’re brand new.”
“Oh, I can tell. Still going with eww.” His lips flattened. “Sorry, I don’t wear those kinds of briefs. What kind of gay man are you to evenownundies that ugly?”
“The kind that shops at Discount Dollarama.”
“Ah. Well, okay, that’s fair. I suppose I can wear them once, but do not mention it to any of my friends.” Slipping back into the shower, I turned off the water and held out my hand for a towel. I waited, smiling, as he muttered under his breath, but finally dropped a towel into my damp hand.
“I’m not your valet,” he snarled, left the room with attitude, and pulled the door shut behind him with gusto. I snickered into the towel, dried off, and stepped out onto the pretty pink bathmat. Shuddering as I did so, I yanked the white cotton monstrosities up over my butt. They were a little baggy in the ass. Yuck. Just yuck. Still, I needed something to cover my backside while my clothes were drying.
I opened the door on the tiny dryer and chucked in my wet underwear after picking them up off the sink. The door swung open again. I spun around, ready to explain to the duck that I was not sharing a bath with him, only to find Acosta in the doorway with a pile of clothes. Oh yum. I saw flannel in the mound.
“Those look comfy,” I chirped, feeling much more myself now that I’d showered, gargled, and gotten some headache pills into me. “Have I ever mentioned how much I love flannel? Generally on other men, but I’m willing to wear it if the mood is right.” He continued staring at me. Hard. And hot. His sight roamed up and down my body, my skin still pink and warm from the shower. I let him look. Dick was also feeling better now, it seemed. He was getting fat inside my borrowed skivvies. That also did not go unnoticed. Acosta swallowed roughly, his throat working as his eyes stayed locked on my hardening cock. “Do you like what you see?” I asked in my most kittenish manner.
“Yes,” he whispered, dropping the clothes on the toilet seat, the worn jeans and flannel covering my phone, which muted “Rain on Me” by the queens known as Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande. “I shouldn’t, I know that, but God help me, I do love what I see.”
He seemed stuck to the floor, so I made the move. I’d never been exceptionally shy when it came to letting a man know that I desired him. Acosta already knew that, obviously, but I needed to show him that my yearning for him was still strong. When I was within touching range, he cupped my junk, making me gasp in pleasure. His strong fingers kneaded my balls. I inched closer, closer, and then even closer. We were chest-to-chest, our lips gliding over the other’s in soft, slow brushes.
“I want you to come down my throat,” he breathlessly panted as he rolled my sac in his work-rough hands.
“Yes, I want that too,” I managed to reply, stealing a quick, wet kiss before he sank to his knees. Head down, I watched as he kissed along the length of my prick, soft lips touching white cotton, till he reached the head tucked off to the side. His tongue darted out, pressing against the small wet spot on the front of the briefs. My dick jumped. My breathing doubled. “Oh shit, do that again.” He did. “Again,” I groaned, threading my fingers into his hair. He followed orders brilliantly, his mouth now glued to the tip of my cock, sucking on that patch of material for all he was worth. I stroked his scalp gently, cooing at him as he drove me mad second by second, until I was jabbering gibberish.
He didn’t ask for permission. He just nosed the band of those borrowed briefs down and gobbled down my dick. My hips punched forward, filling his mouth and throat with cock. His eyes rolled backward, his hands settling on my ass, cotton bunching as he kneaded my cheeks feverishly. I rocked in and out of his mouth, each stroke gaining more speed, fucking those bright pink lips of his wildly. He took every inch of me, time and again, pushing on my ass to drive me deeper. Eyes watering, spittle foaming at the corners of his mouth, brow damp with sweat, he was the most erotic and beautiful thing I had ever seen.
“I’m close…” I warned. He made a soft purring sound that vibrated through my cock to my balls. That was all it took. White light exploded at the base of my spine, my balls tightened, and my dick swelled. I flooded his mouth and throat. He hummed and swallowed greedily, working my balls with rough tugs that fired off even more tremors. “Oh…oh shit-fire!”
He pulled off, smiling, his lips smeared with cum. I dropped down to my knees as well, slanting my mouth over his as I tugged at his zipper. I found his prick, long and slick and hard as an iron bar, and I began stroking him off. He bucked into my fist, his tongue and mine sparring. It didn’t take him long to find his release. Warm cum coated my fingers and palm. I worked it over his fat cockhead, pulling whimpers from him that made my now flagging cock pulse slightly.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth before bringing my hand up for us to clean off. We both lapped at my fingers, our tongues touching between the slippery digits, then darting down to the palm. I fed him my thumb. Pupils blown and breathing ragged, he sucked it into this mouth wantonly. My free hand went to his jaw, stroking down to his neck, and then to his collarbone. “So beautiful.” I kissed my way to his clavicle, sucked a dark red mark on it, and licked a stripe back to his mouth.
“What is it about you?” he asked in a reedy voice between steamy kisses that went on and on until my knees started to protest.
“I’m just adorably cute.” We slithered to the ground, wound tightly around each other, my teeth rubbing along the cords of his long neck. Honestly, I could spend hours worshipping his throat, it was that pretty.
“Mm, you are cute. And annoyingly persistent,” he mused, going to his back, his shoulders on the bathmat, his eyes shining like a polished pewter pitcher. “This feels so wrong.”
“No, it feels good,” I teased, working on the buttons of his red checkered flannel shirt. Mm-mm-mm. “You feel good.” I kissed my way to his chest, flicking a dark brown nipple, smiling when it peaked for me. “This is not bad. This is good. Repeat after me. Sucking off Decker is good. Having Decker wreck my ass is good.”
He laughed, softly and quickly, but it was a laugh. Huzzah and hallelujah! He cupped my chin and led my mouth back to his. The dryer rolled along beside us as I wiggled myself between his long legs, eager for round two. Neither of us was stiff yet, but with a little more kissing we would be. I nipped at his swollen lower lip, then nibbled my way back to his perfect little nipples. After taking one between my lips, I closed my eyes and suckled hard. He began to wriggle about under me. Getting him hard was priority number one because I wanted his tight ass as a Christmas present. No bow or wrapping paper needed.
I groaned when he tugged on my earlobe. A sharp sort of laugh from the man I was trying to seduce made me curious. Most men didn’t laugh out loud when I was trying to woo them. I turned my head to playfully bite at his fingers. His finger felt weird. Flat and hard. I opened my eyes to see that I’d caught a duck bill instead. The duck was just as freaked out by my mouth on his bill as I was. We both flapped about. Ralph darted off with his wings outstretched like a goose, me jumping to my feet to dump several pints of antiseptic mouthwash into my mouth.
