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I thumb his cheek delicately. "What is it?"
"First time," he mumbles, and it takes me a few seconds to register what he means.
I'm his first time since his marriage ended.
"Tell me what you need," I say. "We can stop if you like?"
He curls his fingers around the base of my cock and gives a tight pump. "No. I want this." His light blue eyes find mine again. "I wantyou."
And with that, Locky lowers his mouth over me, and my eyes bug out as I watch my entire dick disappear into his mouth in one long swallow.
Progress update? That will go down in history as the hottest thing I've seen in my life.
Locky starts bobbing on my cock. My hands fall to his broad shoulders, my thumbs finding the sensitive spot between his shoulder and neck and pressing in. Locky looks up and smiles, letting me know it feels good. Bet it doesn't feel half as good as what he's doing to me.
I close my eyes and let the moment fully sink in. I've fantasized about this for months. I never thought it'd actually come to pass. But I couldn't bear the thought of Locky fucking other guys, and honestly, he wasn't all that into it, either. This works for both of us.
And like we said, this is purely a physical thing. Feelings are banned. Or, in my case, any further feelings. I have to cap whatever Locky makes me feel at this. Wingman with benefits. Because if I allow myself to fall any deeper, there's only one way it will end, and that's badly. For everyone involved.
I have a tendency to get protective. Some might say possessive. Others might say I go ape-shit crazy and get overtaken by a blinding-hot fury when someone I care about, someone I love, is treated badly. I don't want Locky getting hurt by association.
I hook my thumbs under Locky's collarbones and gently guide him off me. My saliva-slicked cock lands on my stomach with a heavythwack.
"What are you doing?" Locky asks.
Not sure if there's any lingo or a more appropriate way to say what I want, so I just come right out with it. "Wanna fuck you."
Locky's face lights up. "Was hoping you'd say that. You got supplies?"
Supplies? Shit. Do I?
I scooch up the bed and rummage through the top drawer of my bedside table. I spin around, proudly waving a condom.
"Great. What about lube?"
"Lube?"
"Yeah. How do you think we're going to fuck?"
"Crap." I peer back into the drawer, praying for lube to magically appear since I know I don't have any.
Locky crawls up the bed and places his chin on my shoulder. "You don't have any, do you?"
"I don't." I turn my head and our noses bump. "What do we do?"
"I have an idea." Locky leaps off the bed and races out of the room. He's still in his underwear, and man, if I thought his pecs were meaty, they've got nothing on his butt. Always been an ass man, so with Locky, I'm in for a feast.
He returns a few moments later, holding out a large bottle of—
"Coconut oil," he announces, flashing one of his big smiles.
"Isn't that for cooking?"
"Yes. But it's also a good, and safe, substitute for lube. Unless you're allergic, or you don't like the smell?"
It can smell like rotting fish for all I care. As long as it allows us to have sex with him, I'm in. "I'm good."
"Great."
