Page 68 of Totally Wrecked
“No, no I’d not say that either, exactly. That suggests there are only two options.”
There’s silence for a moment, then Gray clears his throat. “Did you know there is a Samoan term, fa’afafine. It refers to third gender people.”
“Well look how enlightened the Samoans are! One of my best lovers ever was a trans man. Maybe I’d call myself pansexual. If a person is hot, and sweet, and good company, then I may well want to sleep with them.”
Gray grunts but doesn’t reply.
“And sometimes if someone is mysterious, quiet, and intriguing, I also want to sleep with them,” I add. Let him chew on that for a moment.
What he does is swim closer to me, then half pull his body out of the water. From the waist down he is still in the hot pool.
“What’s your tattoo about?”
His hand touches my back briefly.
“That’s the Leannán Sídhe. She’s a fairy, but she likes to take humans as lovers. When she does, she inspires them to great heights, but then kills them stone dead before they can realize their dreams.”
“Grim.”
“Yeah, she’s a real bitch.”
“Why’d you get it?”
“To remind me to be careful when falling in love. But I fecking got it on my back, didn’t I? So I never see, and still fall in love too fast.”
Our eyes meet but neither of us say a word. My fucking cock goes into overdrive again as I glance down at the washboard belly and think about what the water is hiding.
Fuck it. I move the angle of my body, so in the gloomy cave Gray can see the outline of my cock. Maybe the light will catch the bead of pre-cum I can feel forming on the tip. I imagine the pre-cum dripping slickly down each ridge of my piercings. What I wouldn’t give to have Gray’s tongue chasing it.
There was movement in the pool, and Gray pulls himself onto the ledge, bringing with him the biggest, thickest, most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. His tree trunk thighs are tense and his breathing rapid. Gray’s cock is pointing up to my face, like it’s begging for my mouth.
And then there is his hot, musky smell; it’s making me powerless. I drop onto my knees, not even noticing the hard rock floor, and take his shaft in one hand. When I roll my tongue over his crown, I can taste his own sweet, clear pre-cum.
I look up at him.
He has his eyes closed.
“You are going to want to watch this,” I tell him.
Holding the thick rod in my hand, I flick my tongue up and down, my toes curling with pleasure. I hear Gray’s breath stutter, so I get lower and squeeze his cock while I lap at his nutsack. His hands come down and grip my hair.
Oh yeah, baby.
Working my mouth from balls to his cock base, I nuzzle in the golden pubes that I knew would be there.
I can hear him gasping, I feel so fecking powerful making this beautiful man gasp. I trail my hand around his crack and his buttocks tense, sweet innocent. I bear down on his cock like a starving man, trying to take his thick length all the way to the back of my throat. I gag a couple of times— this is like swallowing a 5lb salami—but after a moment Gray hits all the way to the back of my throat and he groans.
It’s delightful, and there is a shift in our dynamic. Instead of me sucking him off, now he is fucking my face. The struggle for breath is real, and I swirl my finger around his tight asshole, drool running down my chin.
“I can’t…” Gray croaks, and suddenly I am choking on hot cum as it floods my throat. I keep myself open and take it all. Gray’s shudders slow, and his hands, buried deep in my hair, release their grip.
I pull away and sit back on my heels (knees a bit fecking stiff, got to admit).
“Hey,” I say, standing up.
“Hey,” he says quietly, so quietly.
I move to within a hair's breadth of him.“Kiss me?” I ask.
