Page 34 of Enemy
The sudden proximity of his ass to my dick makes me forget the kiss, because all it takes is a slight shift of my hips for my cock to rub against his crack. It’s like a lick of fire, and I grab his hips, rolling my own up, as if I was already inside him and pushing deep into his tight virgin hole.
“Yeah... you’re right. It’s already growing,” I mumble and squeeze his ass, appreciating how juicy yet hard it is.
He’s fucking glorious on top of me, with a damn halo made out of the sun. Truly, an angel from hell. He pushes back that beautiful hair, shaking his head. “I hate giving you so many compliments, but you’ve gotsucha nice dick.”
Did he shift his ass against it on purpose, or is it just my horny brain reacting to the most minor movement?
“I can think of many other parts of you I could compliment,” I say and meet his gaze, moving my fingertips along his crack. I haven’t yet dived in but can already sense the heat waiting for me in his hole.
And I’ll be first there too. I’ll be the first to fuck him, make him moan and grind against my dick, and then I’ll come deep inside his tight body… What a fucking dream.
Clyde must have caught on to my meaning, but instead of smiling and pushing his perfect ass against my dick, his thighs tense and his gaze becomes hazy, like he’s staringthroughme. His breath quickens, but I’m not sure what to make of it, though it would sure as hell feel weird to continue, so I wave in front of his face.
“Hello, Earth to Clyde Turner? Anyone there?”
“I’m just… I… I’m pretty sure you wanna fuck my ass—”
“Yes.”
He groans, and I know it’s not for sex reasons, but the sound still has my dick interested. “And I… I don’t think I want that.”
“Why?” comes out of my mouth almost immediately, as I stroke the scar I left on his body, still very much aware my cock is so close to his ass.
I know it’s the end of it when he gets up, now standing over me. “I don’t feel like it,” he says with a shrug, and I can’t even see his face well, because the sun blinds me.
I suppose if he has no experience, it makes sense that he’d want to do it someplace more comfortable, with all the facilities, so I sit up and stroke his thigh. “I didn’t mean now.” Though I did.
He sighs, and I think I’ve calmed this moody beast. “…Okay. I wanna cool off, let’s go swimming.”
Clyde turns around, giving me the perfect view of his muscular back and the dimpled ass I can’t have. But we’ll get there. I’m sure we will.
“Wait for me,” I shout, rising from the blanket. My cock’s half-hard, but we have time, and I’m not afraid of a bit of cold water.
The first step in is like breaking through ice, and it takes all of my willpower not to shudder. Clyde is already halfway in and meets my gaze as he dips the rest of his body into the lake with an exhilarated yelp. In the bright sun, I can see the distorted image of his naked body quite clearly, and it distracts me so much that I don’t notice danger until Clyde sends a cool shower my way. Droplets hit my bare skin like shards of glass, and I stiffen, letting out an involuntary shriek.
“This one’s for stabbing me!” Clyde yells and laughs about it like it’s nothing when he sends another damn wave at me. I twist my toes in the sand at the bottom, but there is no dignified way to deal with this attack, so I let myself fall into the water. For a moment, every single muscle in my body—yes, even my sphincter—cramps in response to the sudden change in temperature, but as I emerge, the air feels balmy in comparison, and I dash at my foe, knocking him off his feet.
Clyde yelps a short, “Fuck!” before his head is underwater in a cloud of bubbles.
He pulls on my leg and I slip, falling back into the lake with my heart pounding. This is nothing like the fights we’ve had before. It’s not life and death, there’s no honor at stake, and no real damage will be done. We’re like two pups splashing around and biting each other’s ears.
I’m so… happy. As if there’s no world beyond this bubble of a clean lake on a sunny day. My belly is full, I’ve had some damn good whiskey, and now I’m fucking around in the water with a beautiful naked guy whowantsme.
I don’t know how much time passes, but I’m panting by the time I end up on my knees in the shallow water, and Clyde’s pumping his fist in the air about being the winner.
He strokes my head with a smirk. “Maybe you wanna stay there?” he asks and steps closer. His meaning becomes clear when I realize I’m face-to-dick with him, and I scramble to my feet, even though he has a real nice cock.
I grab his hips and grind them against me, trying to avert my thoughts from the sudden tension in my gut. The idea of a dick down my throat still has very little appeal to me, but I brush it off and lean down to rub my tongue against his puckered nipple.
Clyde laughs and throws his strong arms around my shoulders. “That tickles! What? You don’t want a taste?”
It is a fair question, even though I’d rather ignore it. “Nah, I’m not really into that,” I say and give his buttock a playful squeeze as we stand in knee-deep water, rubbing one another’s damp skin as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
Itfeelsnormal.
Clyde pets my head. He seems to really like that, but as the silence prolongs, I do worry my answer might cause an argument. Then again, if he can have boundaries and deny me stuff, I’m pretty sure I’m allowed preferences too.
He kisses the side of my head, then brushes his lips over my scarred ear. “Can I go down on you again? I… really liked it.”
