It doesn’t take much, a couple of tugs and I’m spilling into my fist. It should be enough. I should be spent, but it doesn’t work.
I just want more. I want his mouth on my dick. I want his hands digging into my ass while he sucks my balls.
Fuuuuck!
Luckily, my day’s packed with interviews, a sports massage and some physio, followed by some social-media commitments to advertise the Austrian event. They’ve asked for me, along with one of the Swedes, Johannes and Yorris. At least they’ve picked some of the more entertaining drivers, the ones with personalities, so I’m sure we’ll have a laugh.
Even better, afterwards we all head out together for dinner and drinks. Kian might not want to socialise with his competitors but I don’t see what the problem is.
Yorris is an interesting one. I don’t know him that well, and I’m not sure about him at first. He gives off ultimate asshole vibes in a way that’s neither cool nor sexy, but once you get a couple drinks in him he’s bloody hilarious.
‘That guy’s been staring at you all night.’ He’s pointing the neck of his beer bottle at a gorgeous twink who, as correctly said by Yorris, can’t take his eyes off of me.
The twink’s not even trying to be discreet and when we make eye contact he beckons me over.
‘Right then, lads,’ I say, clapping my hands against my thighs, ‘enjoy the rest of your evening. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.’
Johannes slides out of the booth so I can get out, shooting me a disapproving glance that almost replicates one of Kian’s, but there’s no stopping me.
The cute guy’s an easy score. My hand on his shoulder and three seconds of unwavering eye contact is all it takes for him to agree to get out of there with me.
It’s only when we’re outside the bar and getting into the Uber I’ve summoned that I realise I’m not quite sure where I’m going to take him.
My bed in the motorhome is really comfy, but the walls are paper thin and Kian’s definitely going to hear.
Which is perfect.
I’ll show him what he’s missing out on.
‘I’ve never been fucked by a celebrity,’ says the twink the second we’re inside the motorhome. It’s an instant turn-off. They’re all the same, just looking for their five minutes of fame.
It never used to bother me at first – it felt nice to be worshipped – but recently it’s started to give me the ick. I almost want to stop and tell him to bugger off home.
But I don’t. Instead, I pull him towards my room and we start fumbling in the doorway. He’s trying to unbutton my jeans and I’m working my way down his buttoned shirt, trailing little kisses and nips across his collar bone until his skin flares red and he’s mewling every time I sink my teeth in a little further than I probably should.
‘You’re so fucking good at that. My friend was right about you last year.’
Bloody hell! Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut? I’m regretting not keeping a ball gag in my travel kit.
I don’t justify his stupidity with a response, instead I bite into the skin of his shoulder, and this time he winces.
Good.
I quickly kiss it better though. I don’t want tomorrow’s tabloid headlines to be calling me a biter – or some kind of weird fetishist cannibal.
Anders wouldnotlike that.
The twink works my jeans and boxers down my thighs, leaving them around my ankles, and then sinks to the floor. He’s eye-to-eye with my dick and he starts running his tongue over the tip before tracing the underneath of my shaft, leaving me whimpering out a moan. I reach for something to brace myself against and find the door frame as this man does magic things with his mouth.
He’s loving every second of it, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard, taking as much of me as he can into his mouth. He gags slightly as my dick slams into the back of his throat.
He’s talented, I’ll give him that, and at least it’s stopped him ruining the mood by saying stupid shit. I really need this release after what occurred in this trailer earlier today. Eyes closed, summoning up the memory of this morning’s yoga session, I can almost imagine it’s Kian on his knees in front of me.
Nothing’s going to stop me getting off right now.
‘You’re taking the actual piss now!’ Kian hisses from his doorway. The guy, whose name I can’t remember, is startled into choking on my dick. ‘Do whoever you want in your room, but this is a joke. We have to share this space. I don’t want to be stepping in your fucking cum on the way to the bathroom.’
The twink is terrified and gets up off his knees. I’m lucky he doesn’t take my dick off with how quickly he pulls away.
