Page 10 of Cleats and Pumps

Anton snorted, which was so out of character it made us both laugh. “Okay, good point. So, we’ve both been burned. I’m hesitant to get involved for many reasons, not just because of my past but because this will be an epic musical. I don’t want to jeopardize the creation and production. Does that make sense?” he asked.

I nodded, then leaned into his space. “It makes sense, but I’m not a child. I know how to manage my emotions, and my music has always been paramount. No matter how good you fuck, Anton, you won’t distract me from making this musical the best it can be.”

He choked, but was unable to hide a smile. “So, what say you? Shall we find out how good the fucking is?” This time, Anton didn’t hesitate, pulling me into him and kissing me so hard it was difficult to breathe.

It felt amazing to have Anton’s body pressed to mine. His deep kiss pulled moans of pleasure out of me before he pushed me back onto the couch, laid his slightly bigger body on top of mine, and ground his crotch into me.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he admitted, then crushed my mouth again before I could respond.

He undid my shirt, his mouth devouring me. I hadn’t necked with a guy since I was a college kid, wanting to feel what it was like to have my first hickey.

My cock strained against my pants, desperate for the man, all of him. He possessed me, controlling everything, and fuck, that was exactly what I wanted.

Finally, he pulled back and, taking me by the hand, pulled me up the stairs to his bedroom. I hadn’t seen it yet, but there was no time to admire the view. Anton had pulled his shirt off, and I whimpered at how beautiful his body was. Pecs that formed perfect half-moons under perky, delicious nipples.

A small scattering of the most delightful greying hair spotted his muscular form. “God, I want all of you,” I said as I stared at his body.

Anton smiled. “Then get naked, and you can have me.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I stripped as Anton did the same. We met in the middle, and I could’ve cried with pleasure at how good his body felt when it finally met with mine. His kisses were passionate. God, nothing I’d ever experienced felt as good, as right, as this did.

He finally tossed me onto his bed. His cock, bigger than I expected, fit perfectly next to mine. We dry-humped, drawingout the most intense pleasure as he kissed me and sucked my neck.

“I-I want to suck you,” I admitted, and Anton drew back.

“Same, can we sixty-nine?” he asked, and I nodded eagerly.

He chuckled as he positioned his body, crotch to my head, hovering above me. He took my cock into his mouth, and I yelped in delightful surprise at how good it felt.

His taint was lined up to my mouth, but suddenly, all I could think of was having my tongue in his ass and hearing him moan as he called my name. I repositioned his beautiful ass just enough that I had access to his hole and began to play with his pucker.

His sucking became more intense, telling me I was doing the right thing. When my tongue finally breached his hole, he lifted up and moaned in ecstasy. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Linc, fuck!”

Just hearing my name as he enjoyed the pleasure I was giving him was enough that I almost came from my extreme excitement.

I grabbed his hips, forced him up, so I had better access, and ate his ass hard, each lick, each breach causing him to moan that much louder.

“Fuck, I’m going to come if you keep that up,” he finally said, then moved off me. “Can… is it okay if I fuck you? I have condoms.”

“If you’re gentle—it’s been a while,” I said, not mentioning that ‘a while’ meant I’d only ever fucked myself a few times with a dildo I bought to try it out.

I also didn’t tell him my only real relationship had been with Greg, and I had been a top the entire time we’d been together.

He quickly went to his drawer and pulled out the condom and lube. “Lay back,” he whispered, leaning over to kiss me. “Let me take care of you like you did for me.”

I nodded, eyes half-closed in anticipation.

He lubed his fingers and began to work my hole. At first, I was tense, too tight, and afraid I wouldn’t be able to relax, but then Anton smiled at me. “Trust me, baby, let me take care of you.”

I didn’t have time to nod before Anton took me back into his mouth, sucking in time with the thrust of his fingers against my tight hole.

It only took a moment for my opening to give, and I felt the tell-tale burn of being breached. I pushed down, accepting what Anton was offering.

It only took a moment for the burn to turn to pleasure, and I felt myself relax into his thrusts. He pulled back and watched as he removed his finger and added two, then three fingers, stretching me and causing me to yearn for his cock like I’d never wanted one before.

“Fuck you’re a beautiful specimen,” he said, getting a chuckle out of me.

“Like a butterfly or a beetle?” I asked, and damn if he didn’t adjust his fingers so they hit my prostate, making me squirm.

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