Page 84 of Napkins and Other Distractions
“Since you asked so nicely.” He stands, water cascading off him, and moves in between my legs, leaning his mouth to mine. Tracing my lips with his tongue, he cradles my face and whispers, “Will you suck me like a good boy?”
I nod, and he kisses me, his beard damp and soft on my face as my tongue whirls in his mouth. My hands migrate to his shoulders, and gently, I maneuver him to the spot where I sat. Grateful the tub isn’t full, I brace myself on the edge and lower myself to my knees.
Kent’s dick is just as hard as last time. He must have taken one of those pills. Thank you, modern medicine for vaccines and rock-hard cocks. Before I take him in my mouth, his fingers find my chin and bring my gaze to his.
“You’re amazing, you know that.”
With a gleeful flushed face, I nod, basking in Kent’s praise.
My lips stretch around his long, plump dick, and the minty flavor of his soap coats my tongue. Cautiously, I move my head down, attempting to take as much of him as possible, but I only make it about eighty percent of the way before my gag reflex kicks in. Pulling back, Kent places his palms around my ears. He’s trying to help me move off him.
“You okay?” he asks, again lifting my face. I can’t hide my watery eyes, and he uses his thumbs to wipe the tears away.
I lower my head and nod, catching my breath and whispering, “Yeah.”
“Go slow. It’s not a race, and you don’t have to share. I’m all yours.”
I slap Kent’s cock against my cheek, the skin-to-skin contact dispatching a rush of arousal to my groin. Heeding his advice, I return to sucking, not taking as much in. I use my right hand to help cover the real estate of his massive cock while holding myself up with my left. Giving myself occasional breaks, I rub the head over my lips, kissing and licking the sensitive tip, and spanking my face with his dick. Kent leans back on the toasty tile, and quiet noises of pleasure escape his mouth, joining the music, filling my soul with affection.
My hand moves under his balls, massaging, remembering how he loved the butt plug, wishing I’d brought it over. With a bit of pressure on the spot he loves, Kent leans forward, his palms on my upper back. Taking his hint, I swing my right foot forward, allowing him access to his target. His fingers travel down until he reaches his desired location.
“Your ass. It’s literally perfect. No notes.”
I smile the best I can with his cock lodged in my mouth and his furry stomach pressing on my forehead, the soft hairs tickling my eyelids. His hands land on my ass cheeks and pull them apart.
“Vincent Manda, do you have a license to be this hot?”
My small laugh gets lost in Kent’s midsection as his cock throbs in my mouth. What he’s doing, and perhaps about to do, is pushing the throttle for him.
A finger circles my hole, rubbing, patting, and applying pressure before another joins it, creating a symphony of pleasure I’ve never experienced. Using lube from a tiny tube on the tub’s ledge, his fingers glide and slip around my ring, sending a shudder through me. Sucking his cock while he does this might be the end of me.
He leans over again, spreading me as wide as he can, and says, “Are you ready to take me from both ends like a good boy?”
I mumble, “Yes,” the best I’m able, and he slides the tip of his finger into my hole. I clench around him, and removing his dick from my mouth, press the side of my face into his thigh.
“Vincent? You tell me, and I stop,” he says.
“No, just give me a minute,” I say, counting breaths, sending relaxing energy to my body. My face, pressed against Kent’s fuzzy thigh, makes me think of him as a big, cuddly bear. Right now, the bear’s cock is pressing against the other side of my face.
He removes his finger. His hands cup my ass, and massage gently, occasionally stretching and rubbing the skin around my hole. I continue taking deep breaths, allowing the warmth from being between his leg and dick to settle me. I take him back in my mouth. I’m more relaxed. More ready.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Uh-huh.” Now it’s my turn to attempt speech with a dick down my throat.
“Spread those legs for me,” he commands, and I widen my stance. “Good boy.”
He resumes pulling my ass cheeks, his fingers playing around it, until again, only the tip enters. This time, there’s no discomfort, only pleasure. The pressure of his finger triggers nerves and sensations completely new to me. Cautiously, I arch my back, an invitation for more.
“Deeper?” he asks.
Pulling off quickly, I say, “Yes, sir. Please.” Spit drips from my mouth. “Deeper.”
“How far? Show me.”
Carefully, Kent’s finger burrows. I pull off him and take deep breaths until it’s all the way in, and when I resume sucking, he pats my ass with his free hand. “That’s my good boy.”
My insides smolder, and I buck against his hand, finally pausing, saliva dribbling on my chin, to say, “Try another. Please.”
