Strings Attached

“Oops. I missed.”

“Suck my dick!”

“So bossy.”

“Please, suck my dick.”

In response, I just ran my hands up and down his muscular thighs. The hair there was dark too, though it wasn’t thick. His cock twitched again. I wanted to taste all of him—everywhere. I wanted to swallow down his load, but I also didn’t want him to come until I was buried in his ass. “So…” I wrapped my fist around him. “Many…” Stroke. Watched as the muscles in his neck tightened. “Things I want to do to you.”

“Do them. All of them. Right now before I do them to you instead.”

My balls ached. My stomach felt light, but the desire for him was heavy and heady. As much as I wanted to draw this out, I was dying to taste him too.

I took W to the back of my throat. His skin was salty, his scent musky mixed with soap. He cried out, his hand in my hair tightening as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. I really loved sucking dick, had since the first time I’d done it. Each time his erection hit the back of my throat, I swallowed around him, let him use me as he fucked my face, visions dancing in my eyes of doing the same to him.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna come. If we don’t stop, I’m gonna lose it,” he panted.

I pulled off him with a pop, removed his shoes, and then his pants and underwear that had been around his thighs. When I shoved to my feet, W had already taken care of his shirt, and then he was kneeling, shaking fingers at my button and zipper.

We both worked to strip me out of my clothes, W not taking nearly as much time as I did before he swallowed my cock down. The hot, wet suction of his mouth made my whole body tighten and my muscles shake as I fought the urge to fuck into him.

His fingers dug into my ass, teased my crease, before he looked up at me, all doe-eyed, his hair hanging over his forehead, and for some reason, I had a flashback of his fierceness when he’d defended what he wanted to do with his life. He was…such a contradiction, and I craved knowing more even though that wouldn’t happen. I’d head back to Atlanta and never see him again.

As good as his mouth felt, I was dying to get inside him. “I want your ass,” I gritted out. He must have been just as eager because a second later he was on his feet. I swatted his left butt cheek. “Get on the bed.”

“Wow…I kind of feel like you’re going for that whole daddy vibe right now.” He wagged his eyebrows.

“Oh God no. Please don’t say that.” I wasn’t the guy to knock anyone else’s kink, but being called daddy wasn’t mine. I actually wanted to forget the seventeen-year age difference between us and just focus on enjoying W.

“It’s hot in porn,” he added, “but not my thing in real life.” Still, he did as I said and walked over to the bed, his dick bobbing up and down. I got a condom and lube from my bag—because even though this hadn’t been my plan when I’d come to Chapel Hill, it was never bad to be prepared. That’s what I’d told my son from day one. Sex was fun and felt good, and it was hard to walk away from it when you and the other person both wanted it. I’d basically taken out stock in a condom company when he was a teenager, always wanting him to know that when he was ready, both he and his partner should be protected. I didn’t regret having him and never would, but the timing could have been better, and I’d wanted more for him.

W lay on his back, slowly stroking his erection. I nearly stumbled at the sight, my sac tightening. He was beautiful, and Christ, did I want him.

I tossed the supplies onto the mattress, climbed on top of him, looking down before kissing him. We rutted against each other, flesh on flesh, hot cock against hot cock, my mouth devouring his the whole time.

His hands traveled down my body, over the hills of my ass and then back up again. W wrapped his legs around me and said, “You’ve got a hot body.”

“I like to run.”

He grinned. “That’s funny. Me too.”

“In a different world, maybe we’d jog together sometime.”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

After leaning down for one more kiss, I pushed up to my knees. My cock was leaking, eager and ready to be in his ass. I slicked my fingers with lube, pushed one inside while W held his legs back.

“Yeah, fuck yeah. You can push two in. I use a dildo fairly often, so it shouldn’t take much to get me ready.”