Page 10 of No Pucks

“Would I have brought it up if I was?” I say, not sure there’s another way to convince him, short of calling my ex, and I don’t really want her to know I have a thing for men.

At least, not before I’m ready to share it with the world. Knowing her, she’d leak it and say me being gay is the reason for the divorce, not her own fucking actions.

“Then you should embrace that side of yourself and fuck my throat.” He searches my face before he thrusts his hands under my shirt to pull it off. His touch sparks my body alive, bringing it back from the coma it has fallen into the last five years. I press into him, chasing a high I thought I’d forgotten.

“I am.” I run my hands over his skin, around his hips, to his firm ass.

“Then why did you stop me?” he breathes over my lips.

“I want more.”

“What do you want?” He says it like a challenge.

“I want to see all of you,” I say, emboldened by lust.

His lips twist, widening his grin as he reaches for his belt.

My attention stays glued to his fingers, watching as he slowly pulls the leather from the loops and hooks it around his neck. I barely keep it together. If he’d done that with my dick in his mouth, I’d have lost it for sure.

“What else do you want?” He shoves down his slacks and steps out of them, leaving him in just tight boxer briefs that barely hide his cock.

“Right now, you in my lap.” I’d love to fuck him against a wall, but my bad knee won’t last standing holding his weight for long, and I want to enjoy this.

He steps back, waiting.

I give in to the impulse and grab him by the thighs, picking him up. I’m lucky I’ve got five or six inches on him and a whole lot of muscle, or this would fuck up my knee. But I shove all those thoughts away. I want to forget what my life has come to for one night.

He whimpers as he wraps his arms around my neck, lips meeting mine.

“Like that?” I carry him to the sofa, half falling into the seat with him straddling me.

“Very much. I love how much bigger you are than me.” He grinds his ass over my dick, sending a wave of pleasure down my spine.

I groan into his mouth. “I do too.” Size difference has always been my thing. I love manhandling, but I’m finding it even hotter with a guy, maybe because I know he could put up a fight if he wanted to.

He rolls his ass again, and I dig my blunt nails into his skin.

What would it feel like to be inside him? Balls deep as he clenches?

“These need to go.” I curl my fingers into the hem, peeling them down his ass.

“Then take them off.”

I growl, getting back to my feet, my bad leg warning me about getting up too fast. I ignore it, planning on enjoying this to its full extent, damn the consequences. I toss him on the sofa and rip the last scrap of fabric off his body, but I don’t stop there. Igrab his hair with one hand and my cock with the other while I half kneel with my good knee, half straddle his face on the couch.

His pupils are huge in the low light, brimming with lust. “Feed me and don’t hold back.”

“Can you handle it?”

“I don’t have a gag reflex. You can come all the way down my throat.”

I groan and push between his lips. His eyes roll back in his head as he takes me into his throat, sucking like his life depends on it. His lips stretch around my girth, and he tilts his head back, allowing me deeper. I rock my hips, taking my time, wanting to live in this moment forever. He digs his nails into my thighs, encouraging me with his stifled moans. I can’t hold back any longer, and I start fucking his gorgeous face. His fingers explore my body, running through my dark hair, thumbs brushing nipples. He touches me like I’m a work of art to be adored. I’ve never in my life had anyone treat me this way.

He hollows his cheeks, swallowing around me as his eyes roll back in his head. Is he getting off on this as much as I am? The thought pushes me over the edge. I slam forward, cock pulsing while ecstasy explodes through me. I’m entirely consumed with pleasure, fucking my cum deeper down his throat.

Finally, I sit back on my heels, still half straddling his chest as I gulp for air. He licks his lips with a euphoric smile. “You fuck like a god.”

“You suck cock like a god. Christ. I’ve never had a blow job that good in my life.”

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