Page 57 of Freeze Frame

“Like that?” I asked.

“Like that,” he confirmed, releasing his grip on my hand.

And then I did what he asked.

I eased the cock out of him and then slammed it back in. I did that a few times, a slow drag out then a harsh thrust forward before I paused and added more lube. He sighed when I slid the cock back inside him, and he relaxed and took a deep breath, then waited. Just when I could tell he was getting impatient, I fucked him with that cock.

Giving it to him hard and fast, I angled it to hit that special spot inside him that I knew would light him up like a firework. Almost right away, he started to moan and whimper, his headthrashing from side to side as he approached a release he didn’t seem to want yet.

So I slowed down and went back to keeping him on the edge for a minute or so, until he was a little more collected. And then I did it again. Fucking him roughly with the toy, but this time I gave into my own temptation and lowered myself down to the bed so I could put my mouth on him while I fucked him with the toy.

Josh’s hands flew to my hair when my lips touched his cock, and he thrust his hips up, seeking more. Begging me to not stop. I took all of him in my mouth and made it the mission of my tongue to drive him as crazy as possible.

He writhed underneath me, not sure if he wanted to ride my face or the toy I was fucking him with. When he came, it was loud and long. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling it so hard it made my scalp sing. My stupid cock liked that too, and I had to lift my hips off the bed before I humped myself to embarrassment right then and there.

I didn’t stop when he finished, though. I kept going, determined to wring another orgasm out of him. I didn’t even care if he fucked me after or not. All I wanted was to make him feel good. My dick wept at that thought, and I wondered what state my underwear was in. That was a problem for future David, though.

Current David had a mission. Make Josh come as many times as humanly possible.

TWENTY-EIGHT

JOSH

David had a magical mouth,and he didn’t stop using it on me after I came. He kept going. Licking and sucking as he continued to fuck me with the toy he’d bought. The thoughtfulness of it had knocked the air out of me. I liked the idea of him browsing the internet looking for the perfect cock for me to fuck him with and then not being able to decide.

The red one was a solid choice. Thick without being a struggle to take, it was long and curved and firm and—oh, God. My back arched as David continued to suck and lick at my oversensitive dick. Another orgasm was building, and I chased it, gripping his head in my hands. I held him down and rode his tongue and that fat red cock to completion.

Sparks flew behind my closed eyes. My breath rasped in and out of me as I came apart again. Sweaty and spent and not ready to be done, but I made myself let go of David. His mouth skimmed over my skin to the insides of my legs, the crease where thigh met body, up to my hip bone and then across my stomachto the other one. And the whole time he kept fucking me at a leisurely pace.

I came again. Softer this time. Like a pot slowly boiling over, my pleasure built up in me and gently spilled over the edge. My body quaked, my legs shook the hardest, and that’s when David made his way up my body and put his mouth on mine. He tasted like me. Like tang and sweat and like himself too. He tasted like love and acceptance and adoration. He kissed like home. Like this was where we belonged, and I kissed him back with the same fervor.

I slid my arms around him and tugged at his shirt, rucking it up his body. “Too many clothes,” I said hoarsely, desperate for him to be as naked as I was.

David laughed gently and peeled his shirt off over his head. “I’ve almost come in my pants like four different times now.”

His admission came with cute red cheeks and a sheepish grin, and I liked that he could be real with me. Vulnerable. Honest. I liked that he didn’t pretend to be unaffected by me. By us.

“Do you need help taking them off?” I asked, my fingers sliding along the waist of his pants, relishing his soft flesh as I skimmed my way along to the front in search of his zipper. David tried to shy away from my touch, but I reached back and grabbed him by the ass.

“Stop. You’re perfect.”

“I’m old. And not… I don’t look like you. Like the guys you’re with in the videos.” He winced like that was one admission too many.

“And if I wanted to be with one of those guys, I would have been. But I didn’t. Those guys are real, but the videos aren’t. The videos are this… it’s like make-believe, but naked. I love you, David.” I smoothed a strand of hair off his forehead. Hewas damp with sweat, and he still looked equal parts horny and nervous, and I wanted to get him back to horny.

“I love you, David. I love that I’ve never had to pretend with you. I’ve never had to try and act a certain way or say a certain thing. You’ve never made me feel weird or unwelcome. And I like how you look.” I ran my hands over his sides, feeling the softness there. I held his gaze. “I like this. It’s soft and real, and it’s comforting. It’s also hot as hell. I don’t know if you’ve kept up with the internet, but dad bods are in.”

David laughed and I could see his unease transforming into something closer to acceptance. “Dad bods? Is that what the kids call love handles now?”

“No, those are still love handles. Dad bods are like… well… like you. A bit thicker, a bit softer. They’re not only sexy as all hell, but men with dad bods make for great cuddlers.” My fingers danced along his waist to the fly of his pants. “Now, are you going to let me get you naked?”

He nodded his consent, and I flicked his button open and practically yanked his zipper down. David tried to strip out of his pants without moving away from me, but after he nearly toppled over on me, he aborted that idea and flopped over onto his back. I watched him struggle out of his pants, arching his back to shove them past his hips, then working them down his legs. Once they were around his ankles, he kicked them off.

When he was done, he was breathless and panting. He looked over at me and, to my surprise, he laughed.

“Was that real enough for you?” he joked.

“That was perfect.” I didn’t have to work hard to make myself sound sincere. It was the truth. I was so stupidly, thoroughly in love with this man that I found everything he did endearing. Maybe that would change down the road. Maybe one day, I’d find it annoying. Maybe one day, I’d take him for granted. Maybeone day, we’d break up. But I didn’t want to live with any of those maybes. “You’re perfect,” I told him.