Page 7 of Riding Pine
Actually, it’s more of an exotic dance. An athletic, erotic performance that has me struggling to breathe and absently rubbing my dick.
He’s already stripped down, and his cock struggles to remain contained in the smallest pair of briefs I’ve seen on a man. With one elegant arch of his back, he forms a bridge in front of me, and I’m transfixed at the flexing, lean muscles of his body. If this is what yoga practice can do for some, I might need to take lessons. Or date more yoga teachers. Maybe both.
With supreme ease, he lifts his legs and holds himself in the handstand while splaying his legs in a split position.
“Take them off, Lukas.”
It takes my lust-addled brain a moment to realize he’s asking me to remove his underwear, and my voice squeaks.
“Okay.”
My shaking, eager hands dance at the waistband, and when I pull them down, er, up his legs, he closes his legs as I drag them off. Once removed, I toss them over my shoulder and salivate over the tightest peach of an ass I’ve ever had the privilege to get close to. Smoothing my hands over the flesh, he sighs with pleasure but holds the position.
“How long can you hold yourself up like that?”
“Longer than the average person.” He chuckles low. “Do it. I know you want to.”
Swallowing again, my hands knead the globes of his ass, and I allow my thumbs to graze his hole. He sighs again, but still stays in the position, unwavering.
Lowering my mouth to his flesh, I feather kisses and nips to his skin, testing his fortitude. Short gasps sound from his mouth, but he’s still not shaking or showing signs of needing a rest. So I go for it.
Spreading him open, I bury my face between his cheeks. My tongue laps and explores, drawing the most delicious sounds from Ben. My fingers flex into his firm flesh, squeezing and smoothing. It’s only then that I notice a waver in Ben’s strength. His moans and pleas not to stop are barely breathless, but his body trembles. He finally moves and rests his legs on my shoulders, squeezing his ankles around the back of my head and pulling me closer.
My gaze travels along his catlike body, still in awe that I’m eating him out while he holds a handstand, until I meet his heated gaze. He’s craned his neck over his back to watch me, and that look promises to set the sheets on fire. If we actually make it to the bed.
“Stay there,” he croaks, and in one fluid move, he lifts his legs off my shoulders, walks on his hands a few steps and lowers his legs to the ground.
With a deep breath, he turns and stalks towards me. His cheeks are rosy, and there’s a slight puff to his breath now. This is the best sex of my life, and I’m still partially clothed.
“I want to see what you’re packing, Lukas.” He takes my hand and pulls me up, running his hand down my chest and tweaking my nipples as he goes.
“You’re really forward when you want something, aren’t you?”
When he reaches my pants, he shoves his hands down over my ass and sinks to his knees as he pulls them down in one motion. “Why play games? Just tell it like it is.”
My hard-as-nails cock springs free, slapping my stomach, and his eyes light up.
“You’re a big dude.”
“Thanks?”
He laughs and stares up at me as his tongue flicks out, barely touching my dick.
“It’s a compliment.”
His voice is a purr as he nuzzles the line of my thigh and sucks one of my balls in his mouth. I know it’s a compliment. Some men aren’t size queens and shy away from me. But not Ben.
My fingers curl into the hair at the base of his neck, and Ben moans as he wraps his lips around me.
“Ben… you’re killing me.” I don’t think I’m exaggerating. My entire body quakes with pleasure. Every touch of his hand or mouth sends a zap to my balls. If my heart beats any faster, I might explode. So yeah, death could be imminent.
I’m frozen, watching every moment. His hand around my cock and the warmth of his mouth fan the fire to an alarming degree, and a slight panic grips me that I might blow too fast and embarrass myself.
“Ben…” I tug at his hair, and he slides his swollen lips slowly up my very hard cock.
“Yes? Want me to stop?”
“No, yes… goddammit. Stand up.”
