Page 72 of King of the Crease

“Hank,” I cry out in utter relief, my soul lifting to such great heights. Our kisses turn heated, needy. He digs his fingers into the pale flesh of my thigh.

He moves lower, the air cold without him covering me. My dick aches for his imminent touch. He kisses down my stomach, through my pubic mound, until he licks a stripe up my ragingly hard cock.

He swirls his tongue around my head, lowering himself onto my dick. With his other hand, he reaches down to my opening and gently presses his thumb against the soft skin. For a man who’d only kissed one guy on New Year’s, he sure knows what he’s doing.

I watch his full face bob up and down on my dick. He licks his thumb and returns it to massage my hole. A lust-filled shudder racks my body from my hair to my toes.

“How is this?” he asks.

“Amazing,” I gasp out.

“I was worried it’d be difficult. It’s surprisingly easy. Much easier than going down on a woman.”

I let out a laugh. I silently scold myself, then think otherwise. It feels natural to share a laugh with Hank during sex.

He returns to stroking and sucking me. The light patches of scruff on his cheeks tingle against my inner thighs. I arch my back to get deeper in his mouth. Ecstasy washes over me as I hurtle toward climax.

“Hank, we have lube and condoms,” I say through heaving breaths.

He looks up, his mouth slicked with saliva, curious for me to finish that thought.

“If you keep going, I’m going to come. And I want to come with you inside me.”

Hank’s eyes bolt open with uncontrollable want, which is the same reaction I’m feeling to hearing my filthy request aloud.

“Holy shit. Yeah. Okay. Yeah, we can definitely do that.” He pushes himself off the bed and accidentally rolls smack onto the floor.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yep!” He hops up. “I will gladly fuck you until you come.”

Hank swipes the supplies from the nightstand. We didn’t use them last night, but we’re using them now.

“Wait—this is your first time, right? With a guy?” I ask him.

“Uh huh.” He turns red at the admission.

“Should there be more, I don’t know…pomp and circumstance?”

“The fact that I’m in my forties and only now having sex with a man deserves neither pomp nor circumstance. Best to get over the hump. Literally. And I want it to be with you.”

I sit up and kiss him deeply. I want everything to be with him.

Hank jumps onto the bed, making the mattress squeak. He throws my legs to my chest.

“Wait,” he says.

Wait isn’t something one wants to hear when their asshole is fully exposed.

“Something wrong?” I ask.

“No. I want to, uh, rim you. Are you okay with that?” He bites the corner of his lip, his thick eyebrows knitting together.

“Yes I am.”

“It’s something I’ve been curious about. And you have, well…a great ass.” Hank sinks down and flicks his tongue on my opening.

“Fuck.” I fist the comforter and emit a groan from the deepest part of my stomach.