Page 16 of Experiments in Love
Yes, more conversations were going to be necessary.
But for the time being, I steered us in a less practical trajectory as he moaned and made my ache even worse. “I think we’ll start out with a small cock that will just nail your prostate and then we’ll work up to longer and thicker ones. Maybe I’ll find a shorter one that’s very thick so you can feel the difference? That could be fun.”
And I knew a club that had a variety of men who could be talked into a scene like that.
“I…I like fun.” Kennedy’s distracted, breathy answer said he was already enjoying himself.
“What did you like better? Are you jerking off to thinking about a short, fat one or a longer, thinner one? Or is it just the idea of being used and having so many cocks inside of you that’smaking you so excited?” His moan said I’d hit right on the mark with that one.
“I think…I’m probably…”
Worrying.
He was probably worrying.
“Are you jerking yourself off or fucking your hole?” If he couldn’t confess what he liked about the scene yet, we’d come at it another way.
“Both. I’m both.” He seemed to think there were more words in his sentences than there actually were. “Yes. Thank you.”
Leaning back against the pillows, I shoved down the sweats I’d changed into and wrapped my hand loosely around my dick. “I can’t wait to have you spread open and ready to be used. You’ll be doing your cock experiment, but I’m going to be in charge of how they fuck you.”
His needy sounds said I was on the right track, so I tightened my fist and took the fantasy deeper. “Fuck your hole faster. Feel them thrusting into you.”
Kennedy moaned and the sound made me picture him shaking as he fucked himself faster. “I…they’re…”
“They’re hard and so excited to see your sexy hole.” Trying to sound teasing and make him understand how erotic I found it, I didn’t hide what the fantasy was doing to me…letting him hear how turned on I was. “He’s got a short, thick cock, but it’s stretching you so good, isn’t it?”
Kennedy’s fingers hadn’t seemed overly long to me, so I had a feeling that would mirror his own movements…and it’d makethe real experience with the cock I was describing even more erotic for him.
“He’s nailing your prostate with every thrust and he’s going so fast. And just seeing how he’s making your cock swing and jerk is turning him on even more.” Imagining the scene was making my dick leak precum, but I tried to decide what Kennedy would find erotic.
“He grunts every time you clench around him and he loves the sounds you’re making as he nails your button.” Kennedy was probably on the right track with his logic, as long as that was his preference for penetration.
“He…he likes watching my cock?” Kennedy’s question left me with questions, but I knew the answer right away.
“He loves it and he loves seeing it bounce around, so it’s making him fuck you even harder.” Something about that had Kennedy sounding like his orgasm was right around the corner. “And I love the sounds he’s getting from you and watching your cock jump and beg for attention.”
And we were almost there.
“I can see precum beading at the tip and his big fingers are digging into your thighs.” Oh, he liked that. “It’s too tempting. My hand is around your cock, and I can feel him fucking you…and you’re making the sexiest and most desperate sounds.”
Just like he was at that moment…and like he’d made in the bar.
“I…you’ll…” Kennedy was trying to get something out but it wasn’t working. “Please…”
Please what?
We were going to have to work on him giving me more context clues at the very least.
What had I done at the table?
“Every time he thrusts into you, I’m going to jerk you off and just as you’re ready to come, I’m going to pinch your nipples.” Bingo. His needy gasps said I was right on target. “You’re getting cum all over my hand and the way you’re crying out is making me so hard. I might have to fuck you next. Maybe I’ll mark you with my cum? Hmm, cover your chest in my cum before I let anyone else try out your needy hole?”
The way Kennedy wailed out his orgasm said the idea was hot at the very least.
We’d see what happened in the real-world planning, but nothing in his reactions said he was changing his mind.
“You…” Taking in a shaky breath, Kennedy let it out slowly and sounded exhausted. “You want to come on me?”
