Page 74 of The New Guy
He licks the base of my long-ignored cock, and I shiver with anticipation.
He chuckles quietly and then continues to tease me with his tongue. I reach down and thread my fingers through his hair, urging him on.
If you do the math, I haven’t known Gavin more than a couple of months. But I suddenly realize how thoroughly I trust him. He takes my balls in one hand—literally the most delicate part of my body—and I lean into his touch completely.
It’s so easy. Because it’s him.
I’m drifting happily on this thought as he finally takes my cock into his mouth.Fuuuuuckyes. Heat flashes across my pecs, and I roll my hips with enthusiasm.
After the click of the lube bottle, a slicked-up hand strokes my taint, and my sac. I huff out a surprised breath, because that feels exceptionally good.
Gavin pauses, massaging my taint. “All good?”
“Ohyeah,” I say on a gasp. It’s just that I didn’t know how sensitive my body was there, or how wicked that could feel. “Don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t. A blunt, slicked-up finger traces into my crack, teasing my hole, and I quiver with anticipation.
He’s barely touched me yet, and I’m breaking out in a sweat.
Gavin’s hot, eager mouth envelops my dick unexpectedly, and I give a horny shout. He gives me a good, hard suck. And just as my eyes roll back in my head, one naughty finger penetrates me.
It burns a little, but I don’t hate it. Not at all. The burn and the stretch blur together with the pleasure of his tongue against my cock.
“Fuck,” I gasp. Then I bear down on his finger, trying to get accustomed to the sensation. It’s strange. Definitely foreign. But also thrilling.
“Breathe,” he demands.
Oh yeah. I take in some oxygen.Good plan.
His finger retreats. I hear the sound of the lube bottle again. But before I can catch my breath, his mouth is back to its wildly distracting ministrations to my cock. And when his finger slides back inside me, it’s easier this time. So much easier. I flex my hips, riding it. And Gavin moans around my dick.
Maybe it’s the hum of his lips on my cock, but something clicks inside me. Something good. And when Gavin makes a beckoning motion with his finger, I feel it everywhere. Across my pecs. My aching cock. In my fingers and toes.
My groan is loud, and I clench my ass to try to hold onto that feeling.
Gavin releases my cock. “Yeah yeah,” he encourages. “That’s it.”
It occurs to me that I’m supposed to be learning something here—studying up on how to make this good for Gavin. But who could think right now? “More,” I demand. “Show me.”
“Yessir,” he says, and my dick gives a throb.
Another click of the lube bottle. And now I’m lifting my hips for what feels like two of Gavin’s fingers.
Once again there’s a burn. But this time I’m ready for it. Gavin is talking to me. Something about a ring of muscle. Muscles relaxing.Blah blah blah. “Breathe,” he says.
At least I process that last word. I take a deep breath and feel my body letting him in again.
“Good boy,” he says, and the words slide like butter along my overheated skin. He licks the underside of my dick, and then begins to slowly scissor his fingers.
So many sensations. So overwhelming. The burn dissipates, and a new kind of heat begins to build inside me. A deep, needy pressure. Then Gavin somehow slides a little deeper, his fingertips colliding with the neediest, achiest point of my being. My breath stutters and my limbs tingle and I let out a moan.
“Andthatis why it’s fun to get fucked,” Gavin blabbers. “That right there.”
I get it. God, do I get it. But I can’t say it. Or anything, really. All I can do is ride those fingers and lean a little closer to the promised land. But it’s just out of reach.
I gaze down at Gavin’s muscular shoulders, as he leans in to pleasure me, and suddenly I can picture it so clearly—his body pumping into mine. More of that blunt fullness.
It’s such a powerful image that I let out another achy groan.
