Page 24 of Hidden Desires
Licking his lower lip, Ace gripped his cock even harder, then began moving it up and down.
If this was the one and only time he ever got to jerk off Blade, he was going to make it the best god damn hand job the man had ever received.
He wanted to ruin the man. Make sure that all future hand jobs were nothing compared to the mind-altering orgasm he was about to give him. He knew it was mean, but what did he care? He had fantasized about playing with this man’s dick since he first laid eyes on him.
Behind his jeans, Ace’s cock had never been so hard. He wanted nothing more than to pull out his own dick and work them both off together.
No.Something that gay might spook the studly biker and force him to come back to his hetero senses.
No. Tonight was going to be all about Blade. Making him feel so fucking good that he had no choice but to ask for a second session.
Plus… he could always jerk off later to the raw footage.
A wicked smirk pulled at the side of Ace’s face. The thought of watching that video got his blood boiling.
Above him, Blade let out another moan. This one was deep and dripping with ecstasy.
Ace looked up and into Blade’s lust-filled eyes.
“You like that?” Ace whispered, already knowing the answer. He squeezed Blade’s cock, loving the girthy feel in his palm.
The strung-out man nodded.
Eyes heavy and lustful, Blade watched as Ace continued his assault. Long, deep strokes, mixed in with short and fast ones as well.
Blade’s breathing quickened.
His balls began to tighten.
“I… I’m… almost.” Blade’s breathing hitched.
The man was a goner. There was no turning back now.
Blade let out a roar as thick streams of cum shot onto his flexing belly.
The man jerked beneath him, riding out his orgasm as Ace continued to milk his cock.
He wasn’t stopping until Blade’s balls were empty and he was completely ruined.
This was a historic event and deserved the proper care and attention that only a man who had fantasized about this very moment for the past ten years could give.
Some might say it’s unhealthy to obsess over a man for so long, but who were they to cast judgment? They weren’t here, right now, working over the sexiest dick he had ever seen.
Once Blade’s body stopped convulsing, Ace finally released his grip and let the man’s cock slip from his hand.
That was the hottest thing he had ever done.
“Umm… I’ll get you a washcloth,” Ace mumbled, trying to ignore that nagging feeling in his stomach telling him that this would probably never happen again.
“Ah… sure,” Blade muttered, staring down at the pool of cum collecting on his belly.
Yup, the man was suffering from cum-fog remorse.
It was an affliction that all men suffered from.
The moment their balls were drained and they had shot their load, men were suddenly able to see through the horny fog in their brains, and the reality of their actions always set in. It was that stunning realization that often made men freak out and head for the nearest exit.
Thankfully, his balls were full, so he was still able to enjoy the stunning act for what it was—a hot hand-job session with the man of his dreams.
