It was a simple comment, just a compliment that he had one of the best asses I'd ever seen, male or female. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love tits, I love pussy, I love asses on women, and that all equals up to one thing.
I. Love. Women.
But it doesn't stop me from eyeing guys I spent more time with than my own fucking family. And besides, David's ass in tight jeans should be classified as one of the wonders of the world.
I'd said it out of the blue, sitting there with my guitar in my lap, on my couch as we were taking a small break from writing. Before I knew it, David was in my lap and kissing me like he was trying to deep throat me through my tonsils.
He pulled back long enough to push my guitar out of my lap before his lips attacked mine again. I felt a groan work its way up from my chest, his lips greedily stealing it as he kissed me like he hadn't seen me in over a year.
David once asked me if I was gay. I had told him no, but I did like to dabble. I'm not above being so close minded as to think I couldn't enjoy screwing around with a guy.
I hadn't paid attention to the gleam he had gotten in his eyes, but as he's kissing me and tangling his tongue with mine, it occurs to me that I really don't give a shit about that gleam or what I had even said.
He pulls back, panting and gasping as I grind against him, rubbing our cocks together and reveling in the way he squirms closer. I lean, nipping and sucking on his neck before kissing him again, my hand finding its way to the front of his pants, groping him and squeezing the bulge there, vaguely hearing his gasp before he kisses me harder.
David's tongue does amazing things just while he's kissing me, I find out, and I can't help but wonder about how it'll feel when he's sucking my dick. I groan into his mouth, winding my tongue around his and squeezing him more as he wiggles and groans.
We pull back for a moment as he unbuttons my jeans, sliding the zipper down as his hand slid into my pants, working the pants down, stroking me firmly. David's hands know how to make me gasp and arch, his lips sliding along my neck, nipping and sucking as he strokes me faster.
I groan, tilting my head as his hand keeps moving, it's one of those moments that you know you'll do anything, just as long as that person keeps doing their actions. His hands are fucking perfect to jerk someone off. I'm convinced that his hands are another wonder of the world.
He slides out of my lap; still stroking. I can feel warm and moist breath over the head of my cock a second before that moist breath turns into wet suction. All I can see over my lap is blonde, but I can feel him sucking enthusiastically.
Moaning, I tangle my fingers in his hair, letting him guide the rhythm because he's doing quite well for himself. His mouth sinks lower over me, and I groan, fingers tightening around the thick strands when I feel his nose against my groin, the harsh constriction of his throat as he swallows.
David moans, pulling up as I gasp thickly, the vibrations making me shudder as I tug him up, panting. He's looking up at me, eyes hooded and lips swollen and I add that picture to the list of, "things about David that should be a wonder of the world."
"What?" he says softly, stroking me slowly as I groan, trying to not simply lose my load right here as he watches me. David's not stupid, he knows how close I am, he squeezes his hand, bringing another gasp from me as he lowers his head again.
I groan, pulling him off my cock and urging him into my lap. Greedily, he tangles his fingers in my hair, dragging me close and kissing me hard, his hips grinding into mine. We kiss for a moment more, dragging our lips away only when I feel like I'm gonna come all over both of us.
"Fuck...Fuck me," he whimpers, panting harshly as he untangles those long fingers from my hair, tugging his shirt off.
"I don't have lube," I whisper, nipping along his neck and sucking. I taste the sweat and the salt of it makes me lick more, trailing down to bite along the juncture. He shivers against me. Soft whimpers in my ear raise goosebumps along my skin.
"I do," he says simply, getting up from my lap without another word, wandering over to his bag that I had teased him about earlier. I watch him dig around in the bag before coming up with a tube and a triumphant grin.
David shimmies out of his pants, coming toward me as I pull my shirt off, my jeans soon coming off the rest of the way. He squeezes some of the lube into his hand, slicking my cock up for me as I arch off of the couch. I'm making some sort of noise from the back of my throat, hell if I can tell if I'm actually saying something.
Squeezing one last time, he grabs my hand, slicking up two of my fingers. I'm watching him and I can't help it. He rises up, knees braced on either side of my lap. Our cocks are rubbing against each other, both of us moaning softly as my fingers slide into him.
He gasps, pressing his chest against mine, rocking his hips. I thrust my fingers harder, feeling him gasp again before I hear it. David's face is buried in my neck as he shudders and clings to me.
I curl my fingers, hearing his deep groan, the sound heady and thick as it's muffled by my neck.
David's noises are something that I feel like putting on the list of wonders of the world...I think I'm up to three now.
Pulling back, he arches and whimpers as I curl my fingers again, sliding them out slowly as David wiggles closer to me. I lift him up, carefully and slowly guiding my cock into him, moaning with him as he sinks down on me the rest of the way.
I start rocking my hips, grinning to myself at his gasp. We start rocking together, finding a rhythm as his hand slips down to stroke himself in time with my thrusts, his groans getting louder as I fuck him harder.
I'm not aware that I'm groaning or even making noise as I wrap my hand around him, stroking faster and keeping time with the thrusts of my hips as David clutches to my shoulders. I can feel his nails digging into the skin with a sharp bite that makes me lean forward, nipping along David's neck.
He's shivering against me, shuddering actually, as I kiss him hard, tangling our tongues together as I keep stroking him, pausing every now and then to squeeze. I pull back, nipping and sucking on his lower lip before kissing him again, feeling his entire body stiffen.
David tears his lips away, a violent shudder wracking him as he wails, come spurting over my hand. He's clamped down on me, a gasping yelp working up from my chest as I come, oblivious to anything but the way his nails are digging into my shoulders and the way he feels when he shudders around me.
I relax, panting harshly as he leans against me, fingers loosening as we take a moment to catch our breath, his head tucking itself into my neck after a moment.
"I...I thought you dabbled," he says, grinning as I snort breathlessly.
"Consider this dabbling. A lot. I'm not gay though," I tell him, grinning as our old joke comes into play. He snorts this time.
"Dabbling is jerking each other off and maybe blowing. Not fucking," he says, pulling up with a grin at me.
"Then I guess I get to change the rules. Now, get up off my lap and I'll really show you some dabbling upstairs."
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