Page 68 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

His eyes shine with such intensity, my breath hitches. They tell me he wants to come hard, he wants to shout out, but he also wants to be loved and not be let down. Like me, he’s a lost soul struggling to stay afloat, a spirit broken again and again and now silently looking for a meaning to simply exist.

My heart bleeds for this man, but it’s also full of a love I have not known in a long time. Love I can share if he’s the right one.

Wanting to show him my attraction is not all about sex, I move my hand to his taut pectorals, stroking them with a finger following the deep lines between them. Fuck, he’s such perfection, I need to have a taste. I lean down and tease a nipple with the tip of my tongue, then the other, gently nibbling the erect bud and sucking it in. His skin tastes salty, the ensnaring scent of male filling my nostrils.

He shudders, ragged puffs of air escaping his parted lips.

I run my hand down to the tight, warm muscles of his glistening stomach and draw the contour of each washboard ridge. Then hook a finger into the waistband of his briefs and pull them down over his hips, uncovering a furious boner. Thick, firm, and so needy it’s jerking. My fucking God, what a sight.

I press my raging hard-on against the stage in an attempt to soothe the pain. Then lean down to place a gentle kiss on the mushroom-shaped head of his cock before going in for an assault—not in a mean way, but a little rough, because I want him to be swept over the top like a roller-coaster wagon shooting into the air.

I close one hand around the base of his hard rod and grab his sac with the other. I stroke the full length of the firm, velvety shaft up to its bulbous head and down, milking and pulling his foreskin back and forth, all the while massaging his balls. The sounds of pleasure erupting from his throat encourage me to bend down again and let my tongue glide back and forth along the veined underside. I lick up to the tip and swirl it around in small circles like a slow dance, each stroke leaving a wet trace on his stretched skin. I tease and toy with the tip, curling my tongue around and dipping into its wet slit. Salivating for more, I take him into my mouth and suck him in and out, then form a tight ring with my closed lips before letting it glide out again. I pump up and down the shaft before taking the tip into my mouth again and swallow as far as my throat can take, adjusting the angle of my neck so I can take him in deeper. The thick cockhead bumps the back of my throat.

To increase his pleasure, I move a finger to the small, puckered hole in the slit of his ass, circle the hole and apply light pressure. When I think he’s gotten used to the intrusion, I dip my knuckle past his ring muscle into his tight, hot depth. He tenses against my finger, but I work the ring with slow moves until he’s relaxed enough for me to push deeper, curling my finger upward and stroking the flesh inside.

There! He bucks and groans, his pelvis lifting in the air. His pulsating cock fills my mouth with warm, creamy semen.

I swallow mouthful after mouthful, his cum thick and salty on my tongue. So fucking erotic. His orgasm has heat rushing through my hard dick and warm pre-cum leaking into my briefs. Fuck, too soon. My balls are so full I’m about to burst, but I want to wait. I hold my breath and savor the amazing feeling, though, leaking more. Heart pounding a wild beat, I let his cock slip out of my mouth and straighten.

Sweat rolls down my body. My shirt sticks to my clammy skin, so I lift my arms to take it off, damp heat drifting from my armpits.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he groans, panting. Sweat pebbling on his face, his gaze roams over my naked torso, followed by a wicked grin that says he likes my looks. Guess I don’t need to be beefy as hell to please him. I work out just enough to look natural.

“Are you ready for the main course?” I unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and show him my cock in my fist, twitching with excitement. Drops of pre-cum drip from the tip. “I’ll let you have the honors.” I find a rubber pack in a pocket and hand it to him, before letting my jeans and boxers drop to my feet.

“You’re amazing. So, so hot.” Voice husky, he laughs and licks his lips with a glowing stare. That’s all I want, for him to feel great. Better than great, I’m going to devote the rest of my life to make him a happy man.

Dick still hard, he scoots over to the edge of the platform, jumps down, and kisses me. Our lips melt together, his tongue meeting mine and curling around it.

With a happy chuckle, he rolls the condom on his cock, gathers drops of cum from mine, and smears it on the rubber before pushing me to lean against the stage. Jesus, this is unreal. Just at the thought of his cock penetrating me, my ring muscle contracts.

Trembling with need, I stretch one arm ahead of me on the stage floor and wrap the other around my burning length.

The firm tip of his cock pokes at my hole. I brace for the invasion, but he eases into me inch by inch, stretching me with care. When the hard head passes my ring, my nerve endings come alive, a sting of pain shooting outward. He waits for me to relax before he lets his slick shaft glide further in. Halfway in, he grabs my hips and shoves deeper, burying his cock completely.

I let out a gasp, my inner muscles clamping around his shaft, enhancing our friction, and heightening my arousal. Feels so good with my ass stretched. He fills me so nicely, giving me an incredible sensation. I’m tense and full at the same time, can’t believe how well we fit. My core tingles with need. To come even harder, I rub my cock base-to-tip with long, urgent strokes in the same rhythm, on and on.

He rides me with such ease, pulling in and out with slow, calculated moves and almost slipping out before thrusting in again. He groans and pushes deeper, faster, and I relish the feel of his thick cock gliding in and out of me at a quick, rhythmic pace, pumping me over and over. Sweat slicks our linked bodies, each rough movement making his balls slap my butt cheeks and slamming me against the stage. It doesn’t stop me from giving myself a major jack-off. That, combined with the friction against my ring muscle and the gliding sensation of fullness in my ass, is going to make me come so hard. I’m going to be blown away like crazy.

His rapid breaths fill my ears. He’s chasing a new orgasm. I couldn’t be happier for him, I want him to experience this again and again.

My body trembles. My balls ache. The more he increases the speed and friction inside my ass, the harder I’m going to explode. I gulp air, bracing. Then climb higher and higher until I have to spray all of that burning cum out of my cock.

Oh, it’s happening! Heat shoots through me, and I blow up with a cry. Arching my back, squeezing him with my ass, I release all the searing hotness from inside my balls and shoot long spurts onto the stage wall.

He convulses at the same time, growling to the fucking silence around us.

It takes me a long moment to come to. And when I do, I laugh, leaning back against my lover’s large, heaving chest and looking up to the domed ceiling of the theater where he was supposed to perform for an ecstatic audience tonight.

The cheeky harlequin did perform all right—he seduced me to the moon and back with his act—but the truth is, he is now mine, all mine.

The End

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