Page 14 of His First Time
“Turn around.”
My asshole clenched. Squeezed and released, as if it was already hungry, already seeking something it knew was coming.
He wanted my ass.
And I wanted him to have it. I spun, toeing off my business shoes as fast as I could. I heard the leather scuff. Didn’t care. I gripped the waistband of my boxers and exhaled.
I pushed everything down in one go, dropping my suit pants and boxers to my shins, bending over completely and baring my ass to Tyler.
I kept myself in shape. Regular gym visits, jogging every evening, biking in the spring and fall, skiing in winter. I’m not ashamed of my body, not at all. But my ass has never seen the sun, not once, and it’s as virgin as an ass can get. I soap my crack, but I’ve never stuck either a finger or a razor in there. As I bent, I felt my ass hair tickle each cheek.
Fuck, I was exposed. Open, and on display. I stood slowly. My cock trembled, so fucking hard it was turning purple.
I tried for smooth as I stepped out of my dropped pants. I wanted to be suave, sexy. My boxers hooked on my foot, and I had to do the one-legged shake maneuver to get them off. I was too lightheaded for it and I stumbled, catching myself on the wall.
My navy-covered feet stole my gaze, and I ripped my socks off. Maybe white socks were acceptable in porn, but midnight calf-high business socks were not working here.
“Turn around.”
Ridiculously, I covered my cock. Both hands cupped around my seven inch cock like I could helmet it, hide it. I could hang a fucking wreath from it at this point. I could hammer nails with it.
He grinned at my modesty. False modesty, after baring my ass so brazenly to this man. “Let me see.”
I dropped my hands. I didn’t know what to do with them. They fluttered at my hips, fingers dancing against the sides of my thighs.
“Come here.” Tyler beckoned me to him, ordering me around with his soft commands. His voice had dropped, going hungrier, silkier. Every syllable grazed my skin and felt like a burn. Or a brand.
His gaze dropped, tracing down my body as I walked to him. Goosebumps erupted wherever he looked. I crossed my arm over my stomach as my belly button clenched.
He pulled my arm away. He sat on the edge of the couch, his face perfectly level with my cock. I stared down at him. He stared up at me.
“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I barked out a laugh. I was far from perfect. I was average, average in every way. Good enough to bring home a girl each night I tried, but I was never a man anyone threw panties and bras at. Or invited up to hotel rooms to fuck. I could get lost in a crowd easily. I wasn’t someone bartenders rushed to serve, or a man who got a room in a sold-out hotel on a stormy night.
“You are.” His hand closed around my cock, and my laughter turned to an almost pained hiss. His touch, as gentle as it was, was sweet, sweet torture on my swollen dick. I could cum in moments if I let myself go.
He leaned toward my crotch. I held my breath as his lips closed over my cock, as his wet tongue pressed against the base. As suction surrounded me, and his tongue stroked me, and every blowjob I’d ever had in my life instantly smeared into irrelevance as Tyler turned my world upside down. He stared up into my eyes as his cheeks hollowed. He took my entire length down to the root, and his tongue lapped at my shaft, stroking while he sucked andsucked.
His hands grabbed my ass cheeks. Both hands squeezed, solid, firm grips of ass in his palms. I thrust my hips forward. He moaned, his mouth stuffed with my cock.
His hands massaged both of my ass cheeks and pulled them open. I felt the hotel room’s air conditioning whisper against my hole. Then the brush of his finger.
I groaned. Tipped my head back. Spread my legs.
He pressed his finger against my ass again, this time stroking over my hole. Circled me. Pushed inside me, just a little bit.
I thrust back and forth between the suction of his mouth, the twist and pull of his tongue and throat, and the press of his finger. I was caught between the twin shots of pleasure he was shooting into my body. Like sex was a drug, and I’d just taken the biggest hit.Hit me again.
I teetered on an invisible line, clenching and clenching and holding back, desperate not to shoot my load down his throat. I didn’t want this to end too early. I didn’t want to look so desperate, so horny, that I’d shoot after a few sucks and his finger probing my hole. But I was. I was exactly that desperate.
He gripped me tighter, squeezed my ass, swallowed the head of my cock.
“I’m gonna-” I whimpered. “I can’t-”
His nose dug into my pubes as his throat worked my cockhead. I screamed, and his finger slid into my hole, slid inside me all the way. It felt like he was pressing against the base of my cock from the inside, tickling my balls from where they met my body. I screamed again. My fingers slid through his hair.
I exploded, my cum shooting down his throat, thick bursts of it that he swallowed. He kept sucking, vacuuming out my balls with his mouth. My eyes crossed, and I pitched forward, curling over him. Roaring sounded in my ears, a freight train barreling right for me. Heat and ice swept through me, waves that knocked me down, made my legs collapse as the world went dark.
