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Hollywood
“Well isn’t this a sexy sight.”I slide my hand into Diesel’s curly hair. He sucks the tip of my dick into his mouth. I make a fist in his hair, moaning from the heat and wetness of his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the tip, his hand grips my ass. I thrust my hips forward, letting my cock slide to the back of his throat and back out. Before he can get me too worked up, I pull out of his mouth, wrap my fingers around the front of his throat and squeeze with the slightest pressure.
“Stand up,” I demand. He obeys. With my hand still on his neck, I bite his bottom lip, then suck it into my mouth. “As much as I loved watching you suck my dick, I’m ready to fuck your tight ass.”
I slide my free hand between his legs, teasing his hole. He tosses his head back with a moan. I latch my teeth onto his neck, biting and sucking his flesh into my mouth as I guide him back onto the bed. I move to the side table to grab a condom and lube and I’m back to the front of the bed. I start by covering my fingers in lube and slowly work them in his ass, getting him used to the feeling. I slide one finger out, then his body writhes against my touch as I slide two fingers back in, stretching him more. After a few minutes, I remove my fingers, earning a whimper from him at the emptiness.
“Scoot up the bed and spreadyour legs,” I whisper in his ear. He watches me tear the condom open with my teeth and slide it over my cock. I squirt more lube out, making sure my dick is covered, then rub some on Diesel’s ass. Climbing on the bed, I sit on my knees in front of him and rub the tip of my cock against his hole. “Are you ready?”
“As I’ve ever been,” he breathes out. I fan my hand across the front of his throat as I slowly slide my dick in his ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. I pause, letting him adjust to my size.
“Move, Dex,” he growls out. “I need you to fuck me.”
I move my hips, slowly at first. He’s got one hand on his cock while he grips the sheets with the other.
“Is that all you got?” He’s antagonizing me.
I give him a devilish smirk. “Faster, harder, or both?”
“You want me the way you want Tinsley?”
“Of course.” My brows knit together.
“Then fuck me like you do her.”
I pull out of him until only the tip of my dick is in his ass then slam back into him. I tighten my grip around his throat, reminding him who’s in charge as I pound into him. My balls tingle, letting me know I’m about to come. I thrust a few more times, each one harder than the last.
“Uhhh, Jared,” I groan out as I come, hard and fast. I pull out of, sliding down the bed and taking his cock in my mouth while I cup his balls in my hand. I let his dick hit the back of my throat and suck, massaging his balls. He delves his hands into my hair and grabs it. He meets the bobbing of my head with a thrust, making his cock go deeper in my throat and leaving it dripping with my spit.
“Fuck, Dex! I’m gonna come!”
I grab his ass, letting him know not to pull out of my mouth. I want to swallow every last drop. Two more thrusts and his hot cum is shooting down my throat. Once I’m sure I swallowed it all, I swirl my tongue around the tip, making sure I get every last drop.
“Holy shit,” Diesel says on a breath. “Who knew sex with another man could be so fuckin’ hot?”
I chuckle. “Don’t go gettin’ any ideas about any other guys.”
He rolls over so he’s straddling me. “You are the only guy I want. You and Tinsley are it for me.”
He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head, and crashes his mouth on mine. We fight for dominance with our tongues, making my dick bounce, ready to go again.
“Mmm, is someone a little insatiable today,” Diesel asks as his cock hardens against mine.
“Seems like I’m not the only one.” I nip at his lip.
“Round two?”
“As many rounds as you want.” I kiss him again
Another hour later, we’re both starving. We order pizza and search Netflix for a movie to watch.
“Tink sent us a text. Wren went into labor but Sketch told them to hold off on goin’ to the hospital,” Diesel tells me. “And the pizza is here.”
“I’ll go grab it.” I hop off the bed and slip on a pair of sweats. I walk out to the main room and Kicks walks in the front door with my pizza.
