Ruthlessly His (3 page)

He feels my arms and brushes his fingers over my nipples. His cock isn’t fully hard like mine but it’s well on its way. It’s heavy and smooth, webbed with pretty veins. His big balls hang down; they look engorged. I take a picture of his cock. It’s perfect.

“Enough pictures,” he says. I nod, as if to say but what now? We’re opposite each other…

Naked.

Aroused.

He steps into his spacious shower. I look at myself in the mirror. My face is flushed. “Are you coming?” he calls out. I swallow and then follow him. His ass is smooth. His glute muscles are outlined. Colt turns around and our cocks bump. I’ve been rock hard for half an hour. His large, semi-erect cock bounces as the hot shower water runs off it. I reach out to touch it, looking at his face for a reaction. He gently smiles and nods at me, giving permission. I squeeze it, then I head for the balls and hold them in my hands. Large, like the rest of him.

Colt holds the back of my neck and puts his lips onto mine. I go slightly on my tiptoes as the shower water drums on my head. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. Our tongues dance and I bite at his lips. I hook my feet behind his back. He tastes like whiskey and lust.

“Shit,” he says. “I need to double-lock the front door. Nancy used to sneak into the house when I was home sometimes—to catch me cheating.”

“I thought you never cheated,” I say.

He gives me a look.

“Ah, she’s crazy,” I say. “Got it.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” he says, and puts me down.

Once again, I’m left alone with my hard cock. I don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose but I’m getting teased to my limit. My balls are even starting to ache. After a few minutes, I get worried about him. I wrap a towel around my waist and sneak out into the corridor. “Colt?” I whisper. “You there?” I hear talking downstairs, and I tiptoe over. It’s only Colt’s voice that I can hear. It’s conversational too. I tuck my towel into itself and head down the stairs.

I haven’t had a chance to look around yet. The gym seemed kind of plain looking, but I guess that’s Colt’s domain. I think Nancy must have gone
a bit nuts with the place. By the time I walk down the hallway, I’ve passed two mini-baskets of potpourri.

Colt’s in the kitchen on the house phone. He’s wearing a robe and he raises his eyebrows when he sees me naked in the towel. He writes something down on a post-it note, work call, it says. I feel a little silly in this towel now. I go upstairs and get changed.

Colt stays on the phone for a while and I’m collecting my bags and things in the living room when he finally comes off. “Hey, Leo,” he says, standing in the doorway. “I’m so sorry about that. It was urgent team stuff but that’s no excuse.”

“Yeah sure, no problem. I guess I really should book that cab then.”

Colt smirks. “Not a chance. I promised you a shower.”

“You did?” I ask.

“I heavily implied one, then.” He laughs, and I start to feel at ease.

“Come on.” He motions for me to follow him and then sprints up the stairs. When I get to the top, I see his robe on the hallway carpet and the shower turns on.

This is it.

The steam from the shower is billowing out from the bathroom door. Colt must have it turned all the way up. “Get in here,” he calls out. He turns the shower off but it stays steamy and warm. I slip out of my clothes while he opens something from the shelf. It’s a jar of coconut oil. I slip out of my last piece of clothing and we look each other over—we grin. “Do you use this stuff?” I ask.

“This vegan guy at work got me to try it and I’m obsessed with it.”

“You don’t seem like the beauty product type.”

“Hey, don’t stereotype me.” He glares. “This stuff is great for muscle stretch marks.”

“Are you trying to sell me a jar?” I ask.

“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Come over here,” he says. I walk over and he spins me around. He starts rubbing the tops of my shoulders with coconut oil. It feels warm and smooth and does actually smell quite nice. Colt keeps massaging my shoulders and then the top of my back.

“Right?” he asks.

“Anything feels good if you massage someone with it,” I slur. Colt leans forwards to rub it over my arms and his cock pushes against my ass.
Mmm. I nearly forgot where this was heading.

Colt works down my back and rubs the oil into my ass. “Hey,” I say. “I’m going to be all slimy.”

“I can work with that,” he says. Colt leads me into the shower, and I put my hands up against the wall. He spreads my legs and pulls my hips back so my ass sticks out. My asshole is smooth from shaving it earlier this week. Colt keeps massaging my butt. He squeezes and pushes into the muscle. He runs a lubed finger over my hole and my cock gently throbs. The ring of muscle inside my ass is tight and I’m nervous.

Will he break me?

“It works as lube too,” he says. His two big fingers start to rub around my asshole. “How does that feel?” I just moan in response. He pushes harder and I can feel my sphincter stretching to accommodate them.
First the tips, then right down to his knuckles. My ass tightens around his fingers. My cock is bouncing with my heartbeat and my balls deeply ache. I feel an urge inside myself. I know what I want.

What I need.

I reach back for his cock. It’s fully hard now. He grabs my hand and gently twists it behind my back. My other arm balances myself against the bathroom wall. I moan. I can hear him jerking his cock, lubing it up. “Yes,” I cry. “Please!” Colt puts it between my cheeks and grinds himself against me. My body is shivering all over and my breath is jittery. I don’t know if I can take his whole cock but I don’t care. I’m so turned on that my ass feels looser, ready for anything. I want him to penetrate me. I want to feel it pulse as he
cums deep inside of me.

He pushes the head of it against my asshole. I push my ass back towards him and take a deep breath and then let it all out. I’m still getting whole-body shudders. Colt pulls me against him. His cock slides into me. He pulls back and then pushes it all the way in.

Right to the hilt
.

My bum bounces off his hard abs. Colt starts fucking me. My asshole clenches as my cock twitches. I look down to see a slither of pre-cum leaking out. Each thrust hits against my prostate. There’s no way for his big cock not to hit my prostate. He’s milking the pre-cum out of me every time he pulls me back and it slides deep inside. I’m getting fucked silly. I almost laugh and then stop myself. My emotions are fucked right now. I can’t focus on anything. All that exists is his cock, sliding around inside my sensitive ass and making me tingle.

Colt reaches around and holds my cock. He doesn’t jerk it. He just holds it, squeezes it,
plays with it. He’s moaning too now. I realize that I’ve been groaning the whole time. My speech is jumbled, I beg for more, for him to never stop. He gives me a handjob to the rhythm of his thrusts. Our cocks are jerked in sync, his hand around mine, my ass around his.

I can feel my orgasm starting, deep inside me. A sweet hurt, pulsing from an unknown place. “I’m going to cum,” I stutter between my breaths. Colt changes his thrusting, pulls me back slower now, building his own orgasm. I can feel every inch of his cock, the bulbous head gliding against the soft walls inside my ass. His fingers dig into my hips, and his cock goes stiff. Colt’s breathing gets all stuttered just like mine. Out of my cock comes the first spurt of watery semen, followed by pearly white ropes.
I cum hard all over the wall. My ass clenches tightly around Colt’s penis as he joins my orgasm, filling me up.

He holds me there, as the final drops of cum leave his cock. I can never get used to the feeling of
cumming with something inside my ass. It’s just so different than anything else. My asshole is softly aching. It’s gently stretched to accommodate him.

The air smells like coconut. I have
sea-legs, or semen-legs… Either way, I think I’m going to fall. Colt catches me and says, “Woah there. You okay?”

“Yes,” I slur. “Dizzy.” Colt picks me up in his arms and carries me to his bedroom. Everything is white like the outside of the house. His bed is triple-king-sized, the size of a small room. There’s a black and white photo of him and Nancy on the far wall. My cock is still twitching occasionally. Colt pulls the covers over me. I’m wet from the lube and the shower. My skin is a little sticky. I can feel
the cum in and around my ass. I feel giddy, and I grin as I close my eyes just for a second. I wonder if Colt is going to join me but before I see him again, I fall into a lovely post-orgasm sleep.

* * *

The sun is bright and startling. I’m in Colt’s bed, but where is he? Then it hits me…

I just slept the night at a subject’s house.

I didn’t even get the job done. Well, I got a few portrait shots against the white bathroom wall but the magazine won’t want that. I got some nude shots for my consumption though—that makes me happy. The magazine wanted the family spread.
Hot coach and loving family. There’s not even a family now. They won’t like that at all.

“Colt?” I call out, still in bed. I must have left my clothes in the bathroom. I get up to find them.

It still smells like coconut oil in here, and cum of course. The shower wall is slightly stained from where I climaxed. I get dressed and head downstairs.

I hear Colt talking in his office. He’s looking out the window and speaking quickly into the phone.
Something about his assistant coach quitting. He hangs up and turns around.

I fold my arms in front of my chest. “I wasn’t snooping,” I say. He stares. “Sorry if I disturbed you,” I add.

Colt smirks. “Work trouble,” he says. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I should get going,” I say and head to the living room for my bags. I pick them up and turn around. Colt is in the doorway.

“Leo, do you want to grab coffee? I’ll give you a lift to the station after.”

I know I should keep my mouth shut, but I can’t help myself. “I really liked—” I stop myself. “Everything?” I bumble.

He smiles a little. I get the feeling he’s really not much of a talker.

Colt drives us to this small coffee shop in the center of Cold Spring. We both grab lattes.

“I had fun last night,” I say, seeing if I can get him to talk about it. He looks around, checking for something. There are a few people reading papers, drinking, and talking.

He replies quietly, “Me too.”

“That’s good,” I say and he looks around again.

“Do… do you mind if we change the subject?” he says and shrugs his shoulders. He puts on a demeanor of sorts—something in his face changes. “What made you chose photography?” The words come out weird.

I shoot him a weird look. “Sure,” I say. “Are you okay?”

“I can’t be with you right now.”

“I don’t understand,” I say.

“I need to hide a little.
Because of how things are. This is just coffee.”

“What was last night?” I ask, and put my hand on his. “Just a shower?”

He flinches away. He seems nervous—nothing like the man he was last night. “This was a bad idea. I’m a public figure and—”

My heart pounds in my chest; I look down in disgust. “Just take me to the station,” I say, annoyed.

“No, look. I want to have coffee,” he says, and looks over his shoulder again.

“No one can hear us,” I hiss. “Why are you being such a jerk?”

“This isn’t New York. These people here, I know them. That guy in the corner sold me a truck. The woman at the counter has a daughter who hangs out with my daughter.”

“I don’t even know what you’re trying to say.” His words are messing everything up. He’s conflicted. My physical feelings are just as strong, but something else is fading. We had such great chemistry and now, who knows.

The Range Rover is silent on the way to the station.

When we pull up, Colt turns to me. “Wait,” he says. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“Whatever. I get that you’re a big time football coach but that doesn’t mean we can’t drink a fucking cup of coffee together. You looked like someone had a gun on you back there.”

“You don’t know what it’s like out here,” he says. “I could lose my job. I have a wife, a family. Fuck, well, I had a wife. I have a daughter.”

“How old is she?” I ask.

“Seventeen.”

“Then I'm guessing she'd rather see the real you rather than the public figure you're pretending to be,” I say.

Colt rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t mean I can be—whatever.”

“Doesn’t mean that you can be—what? You can’t be yourself? Because of what people might think?”

“It’s complicated. Don’t pretend you don’t understand.” Colt shakes his head, as if to say no more. He puts his hand on my leg. “I want to see you again.”

“Whatever, Coach Smith. Come see me in the city if you really mean it.” I get out and shut the door. I don’t look back until I’m at the ticket office, and when I do, Colt’s car is gone.

A week goes by. I set up some blind dates but don’t go through with them. Hell, I can't go through with them. When I’m about to fall asleep at night, all I can think about is Colt’s bed, and my coconut oiled body laying there, my asshole sweetly aching. The connection we had was so powerful, so raw, like, his body fit mine so perfectly, right down to his massive cock and my willing ass. I don’t normally get that on first dates—ever. We were two interlocking puzzle pieces—and the puzzle was a perfect orgasm.