“For two years.” I curled my hand around the back of his head. “Now, where were we?”
Little by little, buttons were undone, shirts, belts, pants and socks removed, until all that was left was our underwear. I waited for him to take them off, but he didn’t. Instead, he gently pushed me down again, before straddling me, propped up on his arms, bending low to kiss me. I couldn’t stop touching him. I stroked his arms, his nape, the back of his head, and all the while he undulated that lean body, his solid dick rubbing against mine, a reminder of where this was leading.
Where we both wanted it to go.
We kissed as he rocked against my cock, both of us feeding the other soft groans of pleasure. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth on mine. His kisses were a drug, I was heading for an overdose, and fuck, I just wanted more.
Chandler paused, his eyes glittering in the lamp light. “I wanna taste that cock.”
I chuckled. “Don’t let me stop you.” I caught my breath as he kissed his way down my torso, stopping when he reached my tight briefs. He rubbed my erection through the soft cotton, then pressed his face there, his nose right in against my balls, like he was inhaling me. My already stiff dick was poking above the waistband, and he kissed the head, before going back to nuzzling my balls, burying his nose in the crease between groin and thigh.
“You smell fucking amazing,” he whispered. Then he leisurely pulled down my briefs and tucked the fabric under my sac, revealing my heavy shaft and balls. “Oh my God, you are so big.”
“It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen it.” I arched my back as he brushed his chin down the length of my cock. “Fuck, that feels good.” The scratch of his almost-there beard on my bare dick was sexy as fuck.
“You like that?” Chandler rubbed his face over my cock, his glasses dislodging in the process. He tossed them onto the bed, and I spread for him. He lay between my thighs, licking my dick from its base to its tip, before taking it deep.
What followed was pure worship as he alternated between licking and sucking, his nose buried in my pubes as he swallowed me to the root. I stroked his head and murmured words of encouragement and delight.
In my entire life, no one had ever sucked my dick as good as Chandler. No one even came close.
Except now it was my turn to worship, and I knew exactly where I wanted to start—that delectable arse.
I grabbed hold of his hair where it was long on top, and forced him to look at me. “See that chair over there?” It was a high-backed affair covered in red velvet, with a long, wide seat and arms. “Go and kneel up on it, holding onto the back.”
Chandler was off the bed and onto the chair with an eagerness that made me laugh. He knelt on the padded seat, knees as far apart as he could, his arse tilted. He glanced at me over his shoulder. “Come on already.”
I let out a wry chuckle. “Someone’s impatient. What about taking things slow?”
He rolled his eyes. “What about sliding that huge cock into my ass?”
I laughed as I unhurriedly removed my briefs, my dick springing up and hitting my belly with its usual dull smack. Then I walked over to the chair.
“Just a sec.” I pointed to the mirror on the wall. “Turn the back of the chair toward it.”
I swear, his pupils enlarged almost instantly. “I like it.” He shifted the chair, then climbed back on, resuming his previous position, only this time his gaze was focused on his reflection.
I leaned over, and kissed between his shoulder blades. I laid a trail of kisses down his back, gently stroking the warm skin as I made my way lower, finally arriving at his briefs. His dark crease was visible through the taut white fabric, but I resisted the urge to remove them.
“That is one beautiful arse,” I commented, before pulling back the cotton and kissing the cheek beneath. I bit gently, and he groaned. “Just beautiful.” I bared more of his firm round flesh, kissing my way toward his crack.
“Stu.” My name was a soft whine.
Laughing quietly, I pulled down his briefs to just below the swell of his arse, then spread his cheeks and dove in, licking over his hole. Chandler automatically tilted his arse higher, and I buried my face in his crease, drinking in the rich smell of him, heady as fuck.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, open me up,” he moaned. He dug his fingers into the velvet, arching his back for me.
I couldn’t let it be said that I was not an obliging man.
I pulled his cheeks apart and fucked him with my tongue, accompanied by increasingly loud demands to eat his ass. I kept him spread like that while I licked over his pucker in slow passes, loving how he pushed back, eager for more. Loved how his hole loosened for me, getting him ready for my cock that ached to be inside his tight hole…
And my condoms were all the way over in the nightstand drawer.
Fuck it.
I paused, still stretching his hole wide, the pink entrance so inviting. “When was your last test?”
Chandler froze, then peered at me in the mirror. “I’m on PrEP.”
“Not what I asked.” So was I, but I needed to hear more.
“Last week.” He swallowed. “Results are on my phone. You wanna see?”
“Did you get the all-clear?”
“Yes,” he fired back. “How about you?”
“Two weeks ago. Same result. I’m on PrEP too.” And I badly wanted to be bare inside him.
His eyes were huge. “You want to?”
“Only if you do.” Because if he said no, that was just fine.
He said nothing, but stared at me, breathing fast. At last he inhaled deeply. “Then fuck me raw.”
I glanced down at my rigid cock, pre-cum already glistening at the slit. I knew there was a lot more where that came from.
“For fuck’s sake, get it in me then,” Chandler moaned. I stroked his back, then kissed it, moving down his spine to give his hole one more pass with my tongue. Then I couldn’t wait any longer.
I smeared the head of my dick and the shaft with pre-cum, before tearing open the packet and squeezing out yet more lubrication. Then I guided my slick cock between his cheeks, his briefs still in place. Slowly, I gave a gentle push, and sighed as his body sucked me in, so fucking tight around my cock. Chandler bowed his head briefly as he accepted the sensual intrusion, until I was all the way inside him.
“Oh yeah,” he said with a long, drawn-out sigh. “That feels so good.”
I leaned over him, my dick balls deep, and kissed the back of his neck. Chandler shivered, and I did it again, tugging gently on his earlobe with my teeth. Our gazes locked as we stared at the mirror, me not moving inside him. I kissed and sucked his neck as I began to move, just a gentle rocking of my hips. I massaged the back of his neck while I slid in and out of him, soft groans spilling from his lips.
“Fuck, Stu….” More shivers rippled through him, his breath leaving him in short, staccato bursts. I reached around to cup his throat while I sucked harder on his neck, knowing I would leave a mark.
My mark.
When his groans grew louder, I covered his mouth with my hand, and fuck, his eyes widened. He pushed back onto my dick, his moans muffled. I was panting now, aware of blood rushing through my ears, and the combination of my own breathlessness and the noises that poured from Chandler only served to heighten the eroticism.