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I found his erogenous zones, lingering at the base of his neck with licks and nibbles. He arched beneath me as I gave his tightly furled nipples some love, his leaking dick smearing pre-cum on my abs.
His whimpers and pleas to be filled with my dick would have made most gay men impossibly hard, but were it not for that little blue pill, I would have flagged—disappointed the man who’d paid for the use of my body.
A needy boy, Preston took everything I offered, begging for more.
My mouth.
My fingers.
My dick.
I gave him all three, but it took a while to prepare him for my girth. It took an even longer time for me to breach his ring and finally bottom out inside his tight heat.
He kept his eyes closed while I rearranged his guts, but I didn’t demand he look at me so he knew who owned his ass in that moment. What was the point of getting involved on an emotional level especially when we weren’t really compatible? I had been paid to fuck him, not connect with him.
I couldn’t help but relate though as he grasped at my back with desperate fingers. Wrapped his legs around my waist and begged me for more—harder. Deeper.
I did as told, but it was my mouth offering praise, telling him how well he took every inch of me when my ears burned to hear similar words.
Preston gulped, his eyelids blinking open to meet my gaze. The young man was drunk on lust, panting, his eyes glazed over. His hard cock lay trapped between our bodies, pre-cum a smeared mess on our skin.
“C-Close,” he stuttered before letting out a small, needy whine.
I shifted back on my haunches and wrapped my fist around his rigid length to get him there.
“Oh—Oh God.” He watched me work him in time with my thrusts, whimpers pouring from his parted lips to battle the lewd sounds of fucking with too much lube. “Right there…oh shit, I’m gonna—”
Copious amounts of cum shot up over his chest, splattering as far as his mouth that emitted cries most men would get off on. His tight ring clasped with pulsing contractions around my dick. Bliss rushed across his face as he licked his lips clean and continued to convulse beneath me.
I’d brought him euphoric pleasure, but even that truth didn’t cause my own release.
I imagined myself in Preston’s place. A thick dick stretching my hole, the fullness and hard thrusts over my prostate making me squirm with desperation. Crooned words of approval while having my climax prolonged with milking tugs on my spurting cock.
My ass clenched with need.
I groaned while filling the condom, shutting out all thought so I could enjoy my unexpected release. A final shudder wracked my body, and I slumped onto my elbows, my forehead dropping to his shoulder as I struggled to catch my breath.
I’d done it. Brought my client to climax—and even got to enjoy one of my own. Relief swept through me, doubling my coming down from release.
Preston’s smooth hands slid down my back to my backside where he squeezed. “Thank you.”
“Glad to be of service,” I murmured, smiling as he laughed lightly. I shifted back, keeping hold of the condom as I pulled out of his tight clasp.
He grimaced, and I kissed the inside of his thigh, trying to remember what it felt like to be uncomfortably empty and deliciously sore.
It had been too damn long.
“Be right back,” I murmured, pushing against melancholy wanting to rob me of the bit of pleasure I’d found with my client.
Aftercare was expected, and Preston seemed to appreciate my taking the time to ensure he was comfortable after the pounding I’d managed to give him.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, tossing the washcloth aside.
“No. Your big dick was exactly what I needed.”
Satisfaction should have risen up inside my chest. My ego should have swelled. I definitely should have grinned. None of those things happened, but I shoved the thoughts away and told myself to accept what was—not dream about what I would never find.
“Will you stay with me?” Preston asked, once more seeming a bit unsettled with how his gaze flitted over my face.
