Page 20 of Hearing Hank

“Not to play the comparing game,” Hank says as he gets up and starts putting the leftovers away, “but you don’t seem anywhere near as scared as I am.”

“I made myself a couple of promises around the time I turned thirty-five,” I tell him. “I wasn’t going to pretend to be something I wasn’t anymore, and if I found someone who lit me up all over, mind, body, and soul like you do, I was going to grab hold with both hands and never let go. I realized that life is way too short to play the what-if game. All we have is right now, and I want to spend right now with you.”

“That’s a hard mindset for a worrier to get into,” Hank tells me as he grabs drinks from the fridge. “Anxiety pretty much lives in the what-if space. Living in the now is still a pretty big challenge for me.”

“I get that,” I say, “I do. And it’s not that I don’t plan for the future. I have a 401k and everything. But if I live in a world that hasn’t happened yet, I miss the things right in front of me. And speaking of planning ahead, I don’t simply want to be with you right now, I’m pretty sure that I want to spend my retirement account with you too.”

I turn toward him and twine my hand around his neck and press my lips to his. He takes the unopened drinks and sets them down on a table, freeing up both his hands to grab me under my ass and lift me up against him. I cling to the back of his neck and wrap my legs around his waist. He breaks away from my mouth long enough to mutter, “Hang on,” and then shuffles us down the hall into the bedroom.

After a few run-ins with the door frame, we get into the bedroom and he drops me sort of gracelessly on the bed, “Sorry,” he says sheepishly, “that was a lot more romantic, and easier, in my head.”

I laugh. “I’m not sure anyone has ever tried to carry me. You get points for being able to pick me up at all.” I grab his hand and tug him down on top of me. Hank braces himself above me and carefully lowers his lips to mine. We kiss slowly and tenderly, running our hands over each other, and luxuriating in the feeling of being together. Finally Hank’s control breaks and he kisses me harder and lines his cock up with mine, rubbing us together through our pants and sending electricity racing up and down my spine.

“Clothes off,” I tell him and struggle to get myself out of my shirt. Hank flips open my button and unzips my pants, then he pulls my pants, briefs, and both my socks off in one long pull.

“That was slick,” I grin up at him, “but we’re very uneven now. You need less clothes.”

Hank’s still standing next to the bed, and I tug him closer so I can work on getting his pants off. It puts his dick right at eye level and gives me all sorts of ideas. The angle is all wrong though, so I slide off the side of the bed and kneel on the rug in front of him.

“Oh, fuck,” Hank groans above me as he runs his hands through my hair. I make quick work of shoving his pants down, trapping him in them at calf level. Still moving quickly I wrap my hand around his very hard cock. The tip is glistening with pre-cum already and I want it in my mouth so badly that I don’t have the patience for finesse. I sink him in as deep as my hand will let me and suck my way back off, making sure to catch under the ridge with my tongue. He growls and tightens his hands in my hair. I can feel his hips pulsing as he fights the urge to push me back down and fuck my face. I reach my free hand up and push against his where they grip my head, urging him on.

His eyes fly open and he quickly looks down to check with me. I give a small nod so he knows for sure that I want this, and then happily relax my neck and let him guide me. I keep my hand on him as a stop, because he’s fairly big, and I don’t love gagging. I know some guys like it, but it doesn’t do a thing for me, and I really want to enjoy this. The salty flavor of his precum spreads everywhere as he drags his cock faster and faster across my tongue. I wasn’t going to let him cum in my mouth, I wanted him inside my ass tonight, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. He feels so good to me, and I love the satisfied noises he’s making. I don’t want to stop sucking until he finishes.

I use my free hand to play with his balls, rolling them in my fingers and pulling down gently. As his thrusts get faster I let my fingers creep back and make delicate circles around his hole. When he doesn’t object I add some pressure, massaging and pressing on the skin behind his balls and at his hole. When I press the pad of my thumb against his hole he lets out a choked cry above me and his dick swells in my mouth as he cums, folding in half over me with the intensity.

I swallow everything he gives me and pull off gently since I’m sure he’s reached oversensitivity. Hank is collapsed half on and half off the bed, with part of his weight on me. I’m so turned on that I know I’ll only need a few pulls to come, so I reach for my own dick. When I start stroking Hank feels what I’m doing and gasps out, “No, stop. I want you to fuck me.”

We hadn’t ever talked about whether he was okay with it going the other way, and I’m a little surprised. I had assumed that he wouldn’t want to go there, but I had nothing at all to base that on.

“I’d love to get inside you,” I tell him, running a possessive hand over his ass, “but can we please get on the bed? My knees are going to be so mad at me if I stay on the floor much longer.”

Hank chuckles and crawls his way to the center of the bed, grabbing lube out of his nightstand on the way. He lays on his back in the middle of the bed, offering the lube to me, and I take a moment just to drink in his beauty. The perfectly rounded muscles of his shoulders, the lightly furred valley between his pecs, the smoothness of his stomach that gave way to a trail of slightly darker hair from his waist down.

I climb onto the bed too and settle between his knees. “Do you want to stay on your back?” I ask as I take the lube from him and lean down to give his right nipple a quick nibble.

He hums with pleasure before he answers me. “Yes, I want to watch your face. I love seeing you cum.”

In contrast with the first time we were in a bed together, everything is less immediate and frantic. I pour lube on my fingers and lean down to kiss Hank as I carefully slide the first finger inside him. He doesn’t even flinch, just moans with pleasure, and I’m positive that virgin or not, he’s played with his ass before.

“Do you have toys hidden around here that you use?” I whisper in his ear as I ease another finger in alongside the first.

“Yes,” Hank gasps, “we’ll have to get them out sometime. I have all sorts of ideas I want to try with you.”

Knowing that he knows how to relax and enjoy anal takes the last of my nerves away. I love topping, but I was afraid of not making it good for him. Now I can just enjoy him.

I spread my fingers and stretch a little more as I ease them out, then add some more lube to his hole before I slather my cock with it. Sitting back between Hanks’s knees I grab a pillow and hurriedly shove it under his ass, eager to get inside him. The arousal that had eased off a little while we moved came back full force suddenly and my hands are shaking with it.

The angle the pillow adds makes it simple for me to line my cockhead up with his hole, and with steady, slow pressure I work my way inside him. The squeeze of his muscles around me is glorious, and I’m fighting for control within seconds. I’m determined to hold on until Hank can cum again, but I’m not confident that I’m going to be able to. I hold still once I’m all the way in, but he’s impatient, twitching his hips under me.

“Are you good?” I ask him.

He answers my question indirectly, “Please, Lee, fuck me.”

I pull back out gently and plunge back in a lot harder.

“Yes!” Hank exclaims and reaches between us for his dick, which has made an impressive recovery.

I pick up the pace, leaning and angling up a little more until he makes a high-pitched grunt followed by a moan of satisfaction that says I’m hitting his prostate. That’s what I was after. I focus on making the head of my cock put as much pressure as possible there and try to hold off my orgasm long enough for him to cum first. I’m doing pretty well at delaying it until I look into his eyes. The wonder and love I see in them join with the heady emotions I’m already experiencing which flood through my body and send me over the edge with almost no warning.

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