Page 39 of Missile Tow
Encouragement fueled me during sex. Knowing my partner was engaged got me hot and pushed me to excel, hoping I could help him achieve satisfaction. Chip was such a hunk that I was lost in my thoughts, and every sexual button I owned was being pushed by the thrill of being with such a hetero-seeming guy.
I pulled back and looked up at him. “Your cock is so huge,” I said, swiping at my drooling mouth. “I love sucking you off.”
“Then get back at it, boy,” he directed. “Your sweet mouth is amazing. All I can fuckin’ think about is blowing my load.”
The tone of Chip’s voice was gruff. The way he took charge while complimenting my talents turned me on beyond measure. I couldn’t please him enough in my mind, but I was sure going to give it my best try.
I moved my hand from cupping his balls, using my fingers to explore past them and toward his asshole. His knees buckled for a second before his legs stiffened, but he kept his hand on the back of my head, insisting I keep sucking his dick.
“Jesus!” he cried. “So good. So fuckin’ good.”
I positioned my slobbered-on finger near his pucker and swirled around the tightness. I’d know in a second just how willing he was to explore his limits, or was he too manly for ass play?
The suction I had on Chip’s cock was airtight. His hips pumped into my mouth as I pressed my finger against his entrance. He was as tight as I expected, but I was determined to help him achieve an orgasm he wouldn’t soon forget.
I’d learned this trick from an earlier sexual partner. That older, more experienced man had shown me several tricks I hadn’t used since. Evan never allowed me to touch his hole, and I knew why. He didn’t think he could be considered a man if his ass got played with.
My finger broke through, and Chip let out a sharp breath, his pucker slamming shut around the invader. I kept the pressure but resisted pushing further, waiting for him to relax and give me unspoken permission. I noted his cock was just as hard, if not harder, than a second before. And he hadn’t jumped back or warned me to stop. I took his lack of opposition as a green light.
Running my free hand to his abdominals, I rubbed his insanely tight stomach before gripping his cock. I swirled my hand over his wet dick, back and forth, up and down, working toward getting my reward. The finger I had in his ass pushed deeper until I felt his magic button and began to massage across his prostate.
His entire body quivered and shook like a wet dog shaking off water. “Holy shit… oh my…shhiiittttt!”
I removed his cock from my mouth. “Relax, stud,” I said. “Let me drain these balls.”
“You keep finger fuckin’ me and I’m gonna blast in two seconds.”
“Take whatever time you need,” I said, jacking his cock and watching his contorted face accept the pleasure running through his body. “You like that?”
“Fuck yeah, I do,” he barked, gripping his cock and trying to get me to open my mouth for it. “Keep sucking me, please,” he moaned. “Suck me so good.”
I opened wide, and he sank his meat toward the back of my throat. My finger was at maximum depth in his hole; his bean was swollen and receptive to the pressure I exerted on it. Chip began rocking back and forth, his breath elevated as he gripped the sides of my head. I knew he was very close to exploding.
My mouth closed tighter around his cock, sealing pressure and working his length. I moved my finger steadily across his prostate, applying compression as I moved over it. His legs stiffened ever so slowly as his hips began bucking.Bingo!
“Fuuucckkkk,” he roared loudly, growling in a low tone the moment he experienced lift off and released his orgasm. “Don’t stop, baby. Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop!” He held me against his pubes as he unloaded deep into my throat, pumping as his asshole clamped down on my finger, while I milked him dry.
I kept sucking until he couldn’t bear it and pushed my head away. “Holy Christ,” he gasped, falling face forward on the bed next to me. “Oh my fuckin’ god,” his muffled voice huffed, inhaling and exhaling rapidly.
I lay back, and alongside him, resting a hand on his chiseled ass. He was face down, coming off his sexual high, while I grinned and massaged a muscular butt cheek, enjoying the afterglow of servicing him. I believed he liked the experience.
“Okay,” I began. “So, about that snowmobile.”
“What the…?” he laughed. “It’s my turn, boy.”
“What’s with calling me boy?”
“Just a hunch,” he said, turning toward me, his face flushed from hot sex. “Am I off base?”
I grinned mischievously. “Uh, not exactly,” I whispered.
“Hmmm,” he hummed. “I thought so. Especially with the ass on you.”
“I have other tricks up my sleeve,” I pointed out, here again speaking like someone I didn’t recognize.
I just knew I wanted to experience this man on different terms. I wanted my needs to be met and to try a new approach to satisfaction. Because if I only had his company for two weeks, I intended to use the time to experiment with a new me.
“You like your ass fucked?” he asked point-blank. “I apologize for being so blunt, but I get the impression you like the direct approach.”
