Page 42 of Eternal Hoptimist

It took me a moment to follow the U-turn outta Fuckville to Conversationtown, but hey, if he wanted to talk Nintendo while we calmed down, I was game.

“The guys and I played Mario Kart nonstop in college, so we each got a character tattooed.”

Parker smiled absently as he traced it. “We both have dinosaurs on our bodies.” He turned and stuck his ass out. I cupped and squeezed his cheeks, grateful for the offering, but he swatted my hands away and pointed to a spot just below his left ass cheek. There was a beige birthmark shaped like a stegosaurus. I pushed him forward and kissed it. He laughed and tried to scramble back up onto his knees.

“Stop it, or I’ll get too hard again,” he said between laughs.

Grinning, I pulled him against me and wrapped my arms around his waist, rubbing his back as I kissed him slowly, deeply, lowering the intensity. Eventually, I slowed our kisses and held him until we reached a hardness below steel.

I gripped his dick and lined it with mine until our slits kissed.

“I thought you wanted my dicknothard enough to dent a tank,” he whined.

“Think about cleaning a garbage disposal or something.”

“Where the fuck did that come from?”

I dropped my forehead against his shoulder and laughed. “I have no idea. No judgment of shit I say in the bedroom.” I gave a faux stern expression.

“Got it, sir.” He scrunched his nose.

I laughed again. “Calling me sir isn’t your thing, huh?”

“I don’t think so. Daddy?” He shook his head.

“Daddy’s trying all sorts of things.”

His nose scrunched even more.

“You’re a good boy, being brave for me.”

He angled his head. “I think I like that more.”

“Maybe the praise, but not the age play?”

“Exactly!” He smiled. “How’d you know?”

While he was distracted, I worked my foreskin over the head of his dick.

“Wha—” His chin dropped to his chest and his mouth fell open. “Holy fuck.” Parker’s breathing grew quick as he watched my foreskin engulf his cockhead. “Docking?”

“Mm-hmm.” I lost the grip and had to re-fit my foreskin over him. Once I got it, I carefully thrust forward and back as I held our connection and his thick cock.

“That’s fucking hot.” He dropped his forehead against my shoulder. His cock grew harder, which made it difficult to keep going. At least our precum kept it slick.

I wasn’t sure if it offered much sensation, but it was sexy as hell to look at.

The only sounds were our combined jagged breaths as we kept our foreheads against the other’s shoulders.We quickly grew too hard for me to keep it going.

“I’ll never look at a finger trap the same again.”

I laughed and dropped back on my haunches.

He reached out and stroked my dick. The gentle graze of his fingers and his intense focus had me twisted in knots.

“Can I touch you?”

“You already are.”

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