Page 26 of Jack Frosting

I closed the door behind me and turned to find Clayton stripping. He had his back turned to me, so he hadn’t seen me come in.

“It’s okay to be nervous. If this is your first time with a man–”

“It’s not that,” Clayton corrected. “I’ve been with a lot of guys. I mean, it’s been a while, but I have the same…equipment as you. I know how it all works. And I’m bisexual if that wasn’t clear.”

I wasn’t surprised by his confession. Admittedly, I was very curious about his equipment, but from the rear, the view was great. I didn’t know how old he was, but–

“In case I forget to tell you later, you have a magnificent ass,” I said, closing the distance between us. Fully clothed, I pressed up against him and touched his shoulders, causing Clayton to shiver. “You like that?”

“It’s been about six months.”

“You haven’t cum for six months, or been with someone?”

“Fuck, I came last night. I meant messing around with someone. I was horny and lonely and went to this club in Boston.”

Jesus Christ, he’s talking about me.

I ran my hands down his back then cupped his ass.

“Mmmm, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Clayton admitted.

“Oh, so I just need to get you naked to be honest with me?”

“What do you mean?” Clayton asked, before turning to face me.

I forgot what we were talking about because my eyes went straight to his hard cock. It was as thick as a beer can. A few inches shorter than mine, but very girthy.

“Are you going to stare at it all night! or get your mouth fucked like you promised?”

I immediately glanced back up, smiling, and kneeled.

“I think we both know what you need,” Clayton said. “It’s all yours, sweetheart. Go for it.”

Gladly, I surrendered control to the handsome man above me. If he wanted to add a little degradation or a femme nickname here and there, I was onboard with that. He needed to let loose, and I was eager and willing to be on the receiving end of anything Clayton could think up.

Clayton guided my chin toward his hard and waiting cock. Tongue out, I lapped up and down the underside, stopping to suck his balls. They’d already drawn up tight, but the sensation caused Clayton to thread his fingers into my hair and grab hold.

Within seconds, my mouth was filled with his entire cock as he slammed forward in one quick motion. With my lips wrapped around the shaft, my nose was buried in his pubes.

“Be a good girl and take my cock.”

I moaned in pleasure. Clayton was giving me everything I needed right now. I loved giving up control to the point of being used, and it was especially hot satisfying another man’s needs.

Without warning, Clayton pushed me backwards and I lost my balance, falling on my ass.

“Take off your pants,” Clayton commanded, before lying on my bed, “then crawl over here on all fours and beg for what you want.”

I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks and stood up. When I unbuttoned my jeans, I made sure to face away from him so he’d get an eyeful.

“I fucking knew you were a slut.”

He must’ve been referring to the jockstrap. Watching Gareth waltz around in our old apartment had piqued my curiosity, so I had a few now. This one was white.

“Parading around with your dates. Are you happy? It worked, and now you get to do what you were born to do.”

Fucking hell, where did this confidence come from? Not that I was complaining. I got down on all fours and crawled over to and onto the bed.

“I need your cock. Please let me suck it.”