Page 16 of Fluffing the Stallion

This is what fantasies are made of.

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YURI

After we come down from our orgasm high, I slide off Clay’s body, feeling wetness on my belly. Looking down at him, I ask, “Did you come again?”

His face turns pink and he looks adorable and bashful. “Listening to you and tasting you … it was too much. I didn’t even have to touch my dick.”

My eyebrows shoot to my forehead. “Really?”

“Really. That’s never happened before.”

“Huh,” is all I say when I lay beside him, pulling him to my chest. We can clean up his cum later. For now, I want to sit and talk to Clay for a bit, figure some things out for whatever we’re planning on doing from here.

We’re silent for a bit longer, catching our breaths and getting comfortable. Then Clay asks, “What do you want with us, Yuri? Should we just wait until we know each other better before we decide?”

I nod against his head. “That’s the smartest thing to do. I know I want you and want to get to know you. But I want you to be sure. I’ve had boyfriends before; you haven’t. I want this to be right for you. If you just want to fool around, that’s fine. But I’ll tell you my intentions, so you know where I stand. I’m looking for something real, something that will last. And I want it with you.”

Clay nods his head. “I want that too. I don’t want to just fool around. I’m young, but I know what I want. But we can get to know each other to be sure.”

Smiling, I kiss the top of his head. We’re both young, but I don’t think that’s a reason to deny what we want. As I told Clay earlier, he shouldn’t worry about what societal norms say and I won’t either. Even if things don’t work out in the long run between me and Clay, I want to at least try. Like Bailey said, he might be my prince charming.

“Can I ask you something?” Clay asks.

“Always.”

“Do you … do you only stay on top? Well, not on top, but do you do the fucking only? Like your scenes. It’s called being a top, right?” Clay sighs and shakes his head. “I feel like I’m fucking this up.”

Chuckling, I give his hair one more kiss. “No, you’re fine. To answer your question, no, I don’t only top. I bottom sometimes. I haven’t in a while, but I’m vers. What do you think you’d want to do? Would you like to fuck me or have me fuck you?”

“Both. I want to fuck you. I like your ass. I like how it looks, all hairy and natural. In porn, I never see men with hairy asses. They’re always shaved or waxed or don’t have any hair there at all. But yours does and I can’t get enough of it. I want to see how it looks while my dick is inside you. I also want to try to take this up my ass. It’s so big, I know you’ll make me scream loud enough to wake the neighbors,” he says as he grabs my soft dick, stroking it twice. I’m hard almost instantly. His fucking hands are magic.

“Damn, are you sure you’ve never done this before? Your mouth is fucking filthy.”

He laughs, nuzzling closer to me. “I like being honest with you. It’s like I don’t have to pretend.”

“You don’t. Ever. Always be honest with me, baby.” The endearment glides off my tongue effortlessly. I don’t try to take it back.

Clay’s fingers trail over my body, his hand drifting under my shirt. “You have a good body. So fucking sexy. Your muscle definition is on point.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, you would know that. What do you say to helping me improve a little? You can take me to the gym, work out with me or make me some work out plans. I want to see what you can do.”

“Okay, yeah. I can do that.”

We lie in silence for a few beats. It’s a very comfortable silence, listening to each other breathe and touching wherever our hands land. His body feels so good. Not just because of the muscles, but because it’s Clay. He’s burrowed under my skin somehow, but I don’t want him to leave. I want to get closer to him as well.

I hear a grumbling noise and Clay groans, rolling away from me. Sitting up, Clay looks down at me and grins. “Dude, I need food. Coming twice in less than ten minutes took a lot of energy.” God, his stomach is loud. I almost thought it was construction next door with how loud it growled.

I laugh. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Take out? Doesn’t matter what. We can sit around and talk some more. I like talking to you.”

I pull him down for a light kiss that deepens, Clay throwing his leg over me and straddling my hips. Groaning, my hands drift down to his waist. I hold him there as I grind against him, our cocks brushing. God, it feels fucking amazing. For all the years I’ve been fucking the best in the business, they’ve never made me feel like this. If this is what I come home to after lackluster sex at work, sign me the fuck up now.

My hands drifting further down, I grip his thick ass, groaning into the kiss. I palm him, thrusting up to glide my leaking cock along his. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel his dick inside me.

Clay snatches his mouth away from mine, breathing heavily. “Jesus, Yuri. You have to stop or we’ll never leave this bed.”

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