Page 64 of Provoking the Punter

“Neither of us had a clue what we were doing, and I might like it. I need to give myself a chance.”

“It’s okay not to like it.”

Garrett nodded, his lips brushing Chester’s. “Since I like your tongue and your fingers, I should like your dick.”

Chester smiled. “Logic doesn’t apply to sex. Now get on your hands and knees, so I can try again.”

Garrett turned over and offered his ass. Once again, Chester played with it, fingering his hole and then fucking him with his fingers. It was only when Garrett rocked back as though seeking more that he lined up his cock. This time he didn’t pause, as Garrett knew what to expect, and if he wanted to, he could pull away easily.

He didn’t. And he didn’t tighten up as Chester made shallow thrusts.

Chester kept caressing Garrett’s ass cheeks and his thighs, loving the way his muscles moved. “Better?”

“Different.”

Chester paused. “Different keep going or different stop?”

Garrett rocked backward. “Keep going.”

He wasn’t sure if that meant Garrett was tolerating it or enjoying it. He was enjoying fucking him. The heat of his channel; the way he moved.

Garrett dropped onto his elbows, as if trying to find the right position.

“You’re not feeling it.”

“I am definitely feeling it… I just don’t know if I’m gonna come like this.”

“How sad. I’ll just have to suck you off afterward.” He slid one hand beneath them to stroke Garrett’s still hard cock. “Or maybe you just need a little more.”

“Yeah.” He worked his hips, fucking Chester’s hand, and Chester let him set the rhythm, thrusting deep each time Garrett shifted back.

As the need to come tightened his balls, he didn’t try to draw their first time out. He let go with a groan, gripping Garrett’s hips to hold him still.

“Fuck…” Garrett dropped his head to the bed. “I was close.”

Chester took a breath and pulled out. “Give me ten seconds.”

In the ten seconds it took him to ditch the condom and wash his hands, Garrett had rolled onto his back and was stroking his cock. Chester kissed him and then took over, taking Garrett’s cock in his mouth. He slid his fingers beneath Garrett’s balls and massaged his taint.

Garrett didn’t last much more than another ten seconds, spilling onto his tongue with a groan. He swallowed and released him, working his way up Garrett’s body to kiss him.

“Sorry.” Garrett wrapped an arm around him, and Chester let himself be pulled down until he was lying on top of him.

“What for? For trying something?”

“When put like that…”

“That is how I am putting it.” Chester stared at him. “You wanted to try something, and I was very happy to oblige.”

Garrett smiled, his dimples deep shadows. “You’ve been obliging me a lot.”

“And I’m enjoying it.”

Garrett was exactly what he’d needed without even realizing. Perhaps Preston had a point about what he thought he wanted versus what he needed because he was struggling to find reasons why Garrett wasn’t what he wanted. Garrett was all he thought about. He’d watched an entire football game for the few minutes Garrett played.

“What’s that look for?” Garrett asked.

Chester smiled. “Nothing… just thinking.”

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