Page 27 of The Secret Experimentation
But Garret is here, I remind myself, and maybe it’s better if we take it slow. After all, this is just a temporary thing, right? He’s helping me to…explore this new side of me. And I don’t want to learn everything too soon. Not because I’m not ready for bigger stuff—only thinking about fucking Mel makes my cock as hard as stone—but because it will mean the end of this.
Still, I decide not to button up my shirt. I want to see that hunger in Mel’s eyes again.
I hate when women stare at me like I’m prey, but with Mel it’s different. I feel like I’m the prize.
He shamelessly told me from the beginning how much he wanted me. No empty games. Just straightforward talking and pure, undiluted desire.
I wonder if I can guess at all the wicked things he’s thinking while ogling me.Let’s find out then,a fun voice chuckles inside my head.
Unable to stifle the smile on my face, I push my blue trunks further down on my hips, giving a better view of the noticeable V disappearing under the fabric. Then I grab the tray and walk slowly to the beach.
This is going to befun.
Chapter 6
MEL
This is hell. And not the hot dream with sexy red demons, sensitive horns, and huge…forks. Nope. This is another kind of hell-dream. The one where the guy from your wettest fantasies, Matthew McConaughey and Keanu Reeves’s secret son—yes, I’m into older dudes—one moment is all over me, and the next is breadcrumbing me.
Two weeks have passed from the mutual jerk-off before we spent the best day ever on the beach. And since then, Russel started sending me sporadic, searing-hot texts to plan ourmeet-ups. We’ve been fooling around at my place or his every other day. And although we never spend the night together, we talk a lot and usually end up watching a movie or eating together—and the food is always incredible, even more the sounds and faces he makes when eating. It feels almost like we are more than whatever we are—my dangerous-thought tracking system is on and blaring crazily. Are we fuck buddies? More likely a recurrent hook-up. Because there are the times we’ve bumped into each other…outside. Around people. And his indifference toward me in these occasions is damn confusing and…unbearable.
Like yesterday. He was smoking outside Ink Me when Jordie and I arrived. He was such aPleasantvillesight, wearing a pair of perfectly ironed jeans that clung to his tree trunk legs like a worm to a hook. I’d memorized so well the amazing indent of his V-shaped muscles that like a perverted Superman, I could see it clearly through his light blue button-down. It made me swallow hard. My skin turned too hot. My face, neck, and ears flushed. My belly’s butterflies had butterflies. I wanted to climb him like a tree and attack him like a horny piranha. So, I deliberately focused on his blank expression while Jordie talked to him about something. I nodded, feigning interest, instead thinking about all the wicked things I was dying for him to do to me. Right at that moment I wanted to bury my face in his neck while he pinned me on that very wall and sunk his King Kong dong inside of me. Stretching me, filling me whole. I wanted to lick every inch of his delicious skin.
His eyes moved and bore into mine, and I could read all the dirty promises in there. But I was angry at him. At his iron control, while I could barely keep myself still around him. My resolve will disappear like Houdini when around him, and my inner slut takes over my brain. But I know he wants me as badly as I want him. At least when we are alone. Only when we are alone.
Like two days ago. He sent me a text saying he was near my house after he took care of some errands. And so I invited him to come—because I’m such a Mother Theresa kind soul. Sam was at work, and I just finished my last batch of dog biscuits to sell at a market next weekend. Five minutes after he walked inside my apartment we were all over each other. He sat on my sofa after we took off our clothes and I straddled him, slicking our cocks with lube. I’ve never beaten off with an uncut dick, and I wanted to have fun with his foreskin. When I told him, Russel growled, gripping my ass in his big hands. I knew he loves my butt. He’s always ogling it and molding it with his fingers every chance he gets—not even counting the spanking. The dark marks I sometimes find are proof enough. And mad as I am about him, I want more.
If I close my eyes I can still see that beast of a cock jutting up between us, flushed and leaking. The tip peeking hungrily out through the foreskin. I stared at it, moaning when my thumb stroked the slit.
Russel grunted. “Fuck, yeah.” His calluses digging more deeply into my ass cheeks.
I pulled the extra skin down, exposing only the silk head, covered in precum, red and needy. Mouthwatering.
I nudged the bundle of nerves further down on the underside and my fingers closed around the rest of his glorious thick, long dick. Fuck, it was so perfect. From the huge head that I’ve imagined countless times pounding my prostate till I black out from ecstasy, to the big, angry veins running down the length. I massaged it, enjoying the size and weight under my palm till more precum dribbled everywhere. That was when I scooched further away until our pink cock heads could kiss.
“Do you know what docking is, big guy?” I whisper, feeling out of breath already while starting to stretch the foreskin on his hard dick toward my cock.
He shook his head, panting like an animal in a cage, his eyes fixed on our cocks.
“It’s when you encase another guy’s dick inside your foreskin and then jerk them off together, surrounding them with the extra skin.” I was barely able to explain while my cock sunk inside Russel’s foreskin. It was a debauched sight. And when I started working our cocks together as one, my eyes almost crossed with ecstasy. Our combined precum flowing from our slits created a suction effect somewhat similar to a fleshlight. But warmer, dirtier, and so much hotter. The sensation of his cock stroking against mine while engulfed in his warm and soft skin was so intense that I couldn’t stop moaning. I’d never felt that level of pleasure in my entire life.
“Pixie.” Russel’s voice sounded so much gruffer than usual. And I fucking loved when he called me that.
“I’m inside you.”
“Yes…it feels so fucking good. Use both hands. Go faster.” He’s always so bossy, even though he has much less experience than me. But I fucking crave his dominance. In that moment, I would have done anything for him.Anything. The thought still terrorizes me. I’ve always been very adventurous in bed and kind of submissive, but somehow still cautious. With Russel, that just doesn’t matter. My body and mind just give him the reins.
His hand suddenly grabbed my nape and pulled my mouth to his. He kissed me savagely while his other hand kept thrusting my hips forward, pushing his bruising fingers hard into my soft butt. And I loved it like the slut I am, I kept plunging my cock into the silky skin, stroking our dicks together while Russel’s tongue was assaulting my mouth. The wet sounds of our wild kissing, and the dirty, slurping noises of our slicked-up lengths rubbing against each other made me cry into his mouth. I was overwhelmed by the profoundly intimate feeling of doing this for the first time. So deeply content to share it with him.
My two hands sped up their strokes and Russel stopped kissing me with a grunt. Our eyes fell at the same time on the lewd movements of my fingers, and I couldn’t hold on anymore. I came first. Suddenly my balls drew up, and I let out my load which increased as soon as I saw Russel’s foreskin swell with it, trying to keep my hot juice inside. Like it didn’t want to let it go.
“Jesus Christ! Don’t stop. Your warm jizz is all around my cock…fuuuuck!” Russel started bucking his hips like a mad man lost in chasing his own pleasure. His mouth was open, eyes closed, and he yanked me back and forth like a fuck toy. I felt the first hot spurt flooding and then saw it overflowing, rolling down my dick, falling on my balls.Holy Fuck!Russel’s groans and grunts pushed more seed from my drained balls. The wet sensation was mind-altering. And I kept working our still-hard dicks together, savoring our intermingled juices. When he suddenly pulled his hips back, releasing my dick and keeping my ass in place, he ground his big hard cock, still dripping cum, into my barely-there pubes, smearing his fluid all over them. Then he buried his nose in my neck, his stubble rough on my sensitive skin, deeply sniffing my scent. Lifting my arm, he then licked the sweaty skin under my armpit. He is really filthy in bed. Such a chasm from his tidy usual self. I am so into him that I find it intoxicating. Even worse, I find it cute.
“You always smell and taste so fucking good, Pixie,” he mumbled before pulling back. His spine pressed against the sofa again and he dropped his hand on my ass, squeezing. God, Russel was really obsessed with it.
I placed my hand on his big pec. I adore the intimacy just as much as the sex. Listening to our hearts race together. I’ve never seen any regret in Russel’s eyes. He always looks so comfortable to stay there with me, painted with both our seeds. Utterly blissed out. And looking into his sweet brown eyes, so open and vulnerable in that precious moment, I was feeling more than I should.
So I slid a hand between us and pulled the foreskin down Russel’s cock again. Which in response squirted more cum all over my fingers. Looking him straight in the eye again, I lifted those fingers and sucked them clean, slowly, being sure to moan all my pleasure.
