Sunset Park (14 page)

David: I’ve been thinking dirty thoughts since I saw your profile. Your body is insane. And I like tall guys.

Raymond: send me another picture

Stupid. I knew what he looked like. But I wanted more. In this context. Showing off and trying to get a rise out of me. Even if he was faking it, the next picture made my mouth go dry. It was angled to show the lower half of his face, the smooth, pale skin stretching over his bare torso, and pants that were so low on his hips I could see a hint of blond pubic hair.

Raymond: did you just take that picture?

David: Yup.

Raymond: fuck

David: :) So… what are you into? Are you versatile—top/bottom both? Or one or the other?

I had no clue. All I could think about was begging for a picture of him with his pants pulled down lower. The memory of his dick, hard and ready and pressed against me as I pinned him to the floor, directed my hand to my belt buckle. I undid it, unzipped the fly, and squeezed myself while thinking about how long and thick his length had felt when erect.

Only when some of the pressure eased did I reply.

Raymond: both, i guess. ive never fucked a guy.

David: Have you been fucked?

Raymond: no. but i would try it

David: Are you serious?

The surprise was more David than Davy, but it didn’t matter. I was way past giving a damn.

Raymond: yea. seems like a good time.

David: Oh, it is. It really really… really is.

Raymond: u a bottom…?

David: Vers, but I prefer to bottom. I love being fucked hard. And being breeded is a constant fantasy. One day I really want to have a guy cum in my ass.

I slid my hand beneath the band of my underwear and wrapped my fingers around the base of my dick.

David: What about you? Do you think more about being a top or a bottom?

Raymond: top. shoving some twink slut down to his knees with his ass in the air. rubbing the head of my cock against his hole until he begs to have his ass stretched wide open.

David: Ohgod

Raymond: giving it to him hard. until he screams. begs for it. busting in his ass

Raymond: and then

Raymond: being flipped over so he can cum in mine

David: Fuck Ray

David: Im

David: Im so close….

The words sent an electric shock through my body. I groaned and the sound came out ragged.

A few feet away, David was probably sprawled in his bed with the sheets shoved down, his pants off entirely by now. Pumping his dick, panting, face red, and biting back moans.

I was gripping the phone so hard that it should have splintered in my grip. I stared at the screen, tried to type something, and failed. I couldn’t. I could only stare at the words and jerk off, and wish I could see him. Touch him.

David: Ray….

David: Come here

David: Please.

David

THE BLOOD
was rushing in my ears so loud that I felt Raymond’s presence more than I heard the door open. I didn’t even try to hide what I was doing. It hadn’t occurred to me that he might reject me or make a joke, or that he was only playing the game I’d initiated. It usually took several drinks to get me to this point, but a handful of words from Raymond, and I’d been a goner. He shredded every strand of my self-control, any sense of shame, with no effort at all.

And I wanted him to see me like this—pants shoved down with my hand running along my swollen cock. Insanely turned on because of him.

I met his eyes and swallowed heavily. He had no shirt on, his belt and fly hung open, and his hair was escaping the knot he had taken to wearing it in.

“This is your fault.” I stopped stroking myself and pressed my thumb against the sticky head of my dick. “For getting on Grindr at the same time as me.”

“It’s your fault for letting me test out my bi shit with you.” Raymond’s jeans slid down lower with each step, drooping down his thighs when he knelt at the edge of my bed. “And for being hot.”

I was close to shooting all over my stomach in front of him, but an explosion of butterflies tickled my stomach instead of the sharp ache of arousal. A breathless, nervous laugh tumbled out of me.

Raymond reached down to cup the bulge in his tight boxers. He wet his lips, eyes flicking between my face and my crotch, and scooted closer. “Don’t stop.”

“I have to or I’m going to come.”

“Fuck.” Raymond rubbed himself through his underwear. “What are we doing?”

“You’re the one experimenting. What do you want to do?”

My voice came out steady, almost calm, as though I didn’t want to beg him to touch me. Like I hadn’t been fantasizing about him coming into my room and putting his hands on me for the past month. Longer. Since the first time I saw him in person after spending over an hour on Facebook talking him into the meeting. I’d expected the dark eyes, strong jawline, and golden skin. I hadn’t expected all of the details that had made Raymond irresistible to me. His long, lean body, his messy hair, his smile.

Raymond tugged the band of my cotton pants, pulling them down lower. Inch after inch of my thighs were exposed to the warm air. He feasted on the sight, and I could tell he liked it. When they were nearly to the tops of my knees, his fingers dragged up to slide along my skin. I shuddered.

“What do you want, Raymond?”

“I want to watch you come.”

Make me come.

The words were almost out of my mouth, but I didn’t say them. Even with him caressing me and fucking me with his eyes, there was still a chance….

“C’mon….” Raymond rubbed his thumb against my hipbone. “I want to see your face when you bust.”

“Shit.”

It took no time. Thirty seconds of pumping my dick with our eyes locked, and I was shooting all over my torso, gasping and moaning with no regard for the volume of my voice. And he never looked away. He didn’t even jerk himself off. Just watched, seeming fascinated by the way my stomach sank and my chest heaved while I made a mess.

“Nice.”

I laughed again and dropped my hand to my side. It nudged my phone, sending it skittering over the side of the bed. Raymond’s fingers glided up higher, dragging through the spatter of semen. When he popped his fingers into his mouth, I couldn’t contain my gasp. “Oh God. You’re going to kill me.”

“This was your idea,” he pointed out. “And I like the taste.”

I wanted to know how he tasted. Every inch of him. But even with him doing what he wanted, I couldn’t find the courage to do the same. Not yet. So I just panted and gazed helplessly as he dipped his head down, hair curtaining his face, and licked me clean. I almost urged him to keep going, to kiss upward, press his lips to mine, but I didn’t. And as nice as it was to have the rough flat of his tongue mapping my stomach and chest, it just… wasn’t enough.

“Okay,” I said, voice wobbling. “My turn.”

Raymond licked his lips like a cat and hovered just over my face. The tease was more than I could take. I sat up and shoved him before flipping him over so he was on his back. He made no move to stop me when I yanked his jeans and boxers off. There wasn’t an ounce of modesty or shyness in his frame. Raymond knew how beautiful his body was—how impressive his thick, long cock was as it rested against his tight belly.

“Your turn to do what?” Raymond didn’t touch himself. “Watch me nut?”

“Yes.” I zeroed in on the damp, rounded tip of his dick. “Or… we can do something else.”

“Like what?”

“Anything. I’ll do anything you want.”

Raymond swallowed heavy enough for his Adam’s apple to bob, throat clicking. “I don’t know….”

“I could suck your dick, eat your ass—”

“Jesus, David!”

“—or play with it. Massage your p-spot.” Another trickle of liquid spilled from Raymond’s slit. I almost leaned in to lick it but stopped myself. He had to choose. I wouldn’t force anything on him. Who knew what would happen if you startled a semistraight boy? He was already looking skittish with his fingers plucking the sheet, his breathing becoming erratic. “You said you wanted to try that, didn’t you?”

“Yeah….”

“It will be fun.” I rubbed his knee, his thigh, pressed my thumb along his scrotum. He jumped, and I cupped the sac. “Shh,” I soothed. “Don’t get scared.”

“I’m not scared of shit.”

“You’re all tense,” I said, tone light, airy, nonchalant. Like we could stop and it would be all the same to me. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. This is for you. If you don’t want to try….”

“I do.” Raymond curled his hand around his shaft. “I’m horny, man. I need
something
.”

“Okay. Just don’t get weird on me if you don’t like it….”

“Stop talking and do it.”

I grinned at his impatience and pulled up my own pants so they weren’t constricting my movement. I knelt between his thighs the way he had just done with me and hooked my hands under his knees to push them back and up. “Put your hands here.”

Raymond arched his back, following my instructions and bringing his knees up toward his chest. His head dropped to my pillows as he held his thighs open with his knees in the air; dick, balls, and ass presented to me in a way that made me want to take a picture for later. He may have picked
jock
as one of his Grindr tribes, but Raymond’s body was so smooth and hairless that he looked more like a twink. A twink who would knock your teeth out if you called him one.

“You’re such a pretty boy.”

Raymond snorted and pushed my shoulder with one of his dangling feet. “Shut up and get me off.”

“Yes, sir.”

I leaned over him, our faces inches apart, and jerked open my bedside table. My hands were shaking, but I forced them still and tried hard not to look so eager and nervous with us so close. I concentrated on finding my tube of Wet, ignored the case holding my dildo, and nearly had a heart attack when his lips grazed my throat.

I froze, eyes jerking over to meet his. “Don’t,” I blurted.

Confusion flashed in his expression, but he only said, “Hurry up.”

Sitting back on my haunches, I uncapped the tube and dribbled lube over his dick and the seam of his ass. He hissed but didn’t alter his position. Ray’s obedience gave me a little thrill. Despite having just spurted everywhere, my dick twitched. It was like I was seventeen again. Even more so because I was salivating over giving a guy a hand job. That’s how I started—rubbing the thick gel over his dick, gripping it hard to relax him. He moaned softly and I answered the sound with one of my own. I couldn’t help it. He was glorious.

Inching closer, I slid my other hand over the back of his thigh and down. I massaged his crack and then his hole with the pads of my fingers. The lube smeared everywhere, coating my entire hand. I hesitated for a moment before I slid my index finger into his ass up to the knuckle. It clenched up around me, immediately trying to reject the probing digit.

“Relax,” I whispered. “It’s fine.”

“It feels weird.” Raymond’s breath came out in harsh bursts. “J-just keep touching my dick while you do it.”

“Are you sure?” I slid my finger in deeper, pulled it out, and repeated the motion. All the while, I pumped his dick, the lube helping my hand glide over it with ease. “I can stop.”

“No, don’t,” he gritted out. “Just shut the hell up.”

I smirked and fingered him faster, still twisting my hand around his shaft. He made a muffled sound, and I realized he was biting his lip. This could be my once-in-a-lifetime chance to touch him, and it wasn’t going to be spent with him silent and pretending he wasn’t going nuts. If he got to watch my expression when I came, I wanted to hear his dirty mouth. After those messages, I knew he had one.

I added another finger and curved them up, thrusting them inside with savage force until a cry tore out of him. I didn’t stop, even when his toes curled and he arched his back. Even when I felt his dick throbbing in my hand, the blood surging as his sac tightened up to press against my hand.

“Oh shit,” Raymond gasped.

“Good?” I could barely hear my own voice. It was buried beneath the wet, sloppy side of my lube-covered fingers plunging in and out of his ass, and my other hand blurring over his dick. “You want more?”

“Yes!” Raymond gripped the underside of his knees so hard that the skin whitened around his fingers. “Like that—oh
fuck
, right there,” he said raggedly.

I added a finger, half of my hand in his ass, and tormented his prostate without mercy. The illusion of being able to keep quiet shattered, and the sounds Raymond made had me feeling on the very precipice of control. My mouth hung open, my throat dry.

“
Fuck me
.” The words burst from Raymond’s lips. “Make me come.”

If he came, it was over. He’d collapse against the bed, laugh, and marvel at how fun it had been. Go try it with someone else.

Both of my hands slowed despite the frustrated growl he emitted, and when I felt his body snapping up to meet my ministrations as though he were on the edge of peaking, I pulled away.

“Wha—” Raymond’s voice was lost, ruined, and the effect was emphasized by the way his toes curled again. He released his knees and stared at me, incredulous. “What—why?”

“Not yet.”

“Wha—”

“Shh….” I rubbed his balls, squeezing gently, and watched his eyes roll back in his head. Every muscle in his body was coiled tight, and I memorized each line and vein, the V shape of his torso, and the way his dick was dribbling. My mouth watered. “You’ll get off… eventually.”

“Event—” Raymond broke off with a faint whimper when I ran my finger along the underside of his dick. I did it again, massaging the veins there and then teasing the crown. “God, David, why are you doing this to me?”