Logan
I’m staring deep into his eyes and cannot believe that his lips land on mine. My first reaction is to pull away—everything I’ve ever learned or been taught is telling me that this is wrong.
His body is incredible, as jacked as mine, but there is something different about touching another man’s body. I let my hands glide over him, feeling my own body react to it. This man is fucking gorgeous.
What the fuck!? What am I doing?
But I quickly melt into him. That is the best way to describe it—melting. Skin touching but not enough skin exposed. I feel excited, enthralled, confused, but also desperate. He tastes like something I’ve never experienced before in my life—not the sweet candy and roses of a woman, but the stern solidity of an oak tree.
Whatever it is, it’s wild, and I’m exhilarated.
I have to get his clothes off. I start pushing his blazer off his shoulders while he starts ripping off mine. We’re still kissing- mouths open, tongues dancing sloppily against one another’s.
Once both our pants are unzipped we pause each in our underwear. I take a step back and see that his hardness is almost breaking the soft fabric of his boxers. He notices my cock too, and grins.
Quickly our mouths collide again.
We start rubbing one another’s cocks and help each other undress. I grip his bare manhood—good god, the arousal I feel is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I’ve obviously gripped my own cock, but never another mans. It feels thick, and incredible.
Sean is slowly guiding me to my knees as we continue to give each other hand jobs. He takes control, and I’m loving it. He pulls back and stares at me, out of breath.
“Lie on the floor.”
“What?”
“Lie on the fucking floor, I’m going to suck you dry.”
I do as I’m told, and he quickly welcomes my cock into his mouth. My eyes roll back into my head as the wetness of his mouth gliding all over me sends shock waves throughout my body.
There’s definitely something to be said about getting a blow job from a man. After all, he has the same equipment, and knows the right buttons to push. This is the case with Sean—he moves his mouth up and down, swirling his tongue and playing with my balls at all the right moments.
I think I may burst when he spins himself around, and slowly lowers his cock into my open, gaping mouth. I pant from the pleasure of my own dick being sucked and fear I may faint at the sheer transcendence of sucking his.
He enters me, and I cannot believe what I have been missing.
He initially moves in and out slowly, but my forceful hand allows him to begin pumping in and out, using my mouth like a tight pussy. His moans are gorgeous and follow suit as he continues sucking me just as hard.
My body is a lightning storm. There is no way that this build up will last. Before I know it I feel like I am going to cum at any moment, his body begins shaking against mine as his dick pounds hard. I pump faster, encouraging him to cum.
He allows himself to empty entirely into me as he says my name with my cock in his mouth. I follow up after, releasing my load into him. My body feels like it is floating as we both slow down our sucking, eventually closing with a light kiss.
“Holy fuck, holy fuck,” I’m whispering with his legs on top of me.
“You can say that again.”
He replies, breathing heavily, almost surreal in his joy.
I sit up and rub his legs. He sits up as well and pulls me by my head, locking in a kiss, sharing our cum with one another like two baby birds.
I feel something in my chest like a harsh whip. Pulling away from him, I’m suddenly disgusted by what just occurred. I get my pants and shirt, quickly buttoning up.
“Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay man?”
I try to ignore him. The combination of pleasuring shame is making me want to throw up.
“Hey Logan.”
He is standing up now, still completely naked. He touches my shoulder.