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“Track pants are so convenient to remove, baby,” he croons, pulling them like they’re the table cloth and I’m the table. He stares shamelessly at my cock. I may have no piercings adorning my penis, but he clearly likes what he sees. I tug my hoodie and T-shirt over my head, and his eyes lock on my pierced nipples. Funny, two men with piercings who are afraid of needles.
“How do you have piercings when you hate needles so much?” He mimics my earlier words with a smartass grin.
"My friend with the tattoo business needed some experience. Let's just say a bottle of whiskey and five hundred dollars later, I was his guinea pig. It's when I got my septum pierced too."
His eyes move south, to my cock.
“Fuck, that’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever laid eyes on, and that says a lot since I look at my cock every day and always thought it was mighty pretty. However, I could stare at yours all day.”
He sees something he likes, and it boosts my ego. With his hand, he starts to stroke it. Long and lazy caresses have my cock jumping, and I’m as hard for him as a steel pipe.
“Do I make you hard, Ash?”
I can barely speak but utter, “Fuck, you know the answer. Look at my cock. It wants anything you want to give him.”
His body is parallel over mine, and he keeps himself up with his one free arm.
“It’s a good thing I want to give you everything of me. Every fucking thing of mine is yours, Ash.”
His words are sweet. I thought he was more the power top, but I’m a bossy bottom, and he seems to like it.
“Tell me what you want, Ash. Be exact, because I’ll do whatever you say. Nothing is off limits.”
I want everything with him, right now. Every fucking thing, but I start out slow. Well, as slow as I can get with his body over mine.
“Your mouth on my cock is a good start. Any way you want to. I need you now, Noah. So fucking bad.”
He pushes up on his knees, only to shift down to settle himself between my legs. “I was hoping you’d say that, baby.”
He lowers his mouth to my cock, and I expect he’ll lick the precum from my tip, but he dives in face first and takes me deep. I curl my fingers into the short spikes of his hair and search for pleasure points, anything to return the favor for what he’s doing to my aching dick.
He moves his hand under my dick and begins massaging my balls. He’s not edging me, not like I had with him. He’s giving me pleasure now. His hands trace a path from my balls to my ass. He lays his hand near my hole, and the orgasm comes on me long and hard. He removes his mouth from my cock midstream and my seed spills all over my stomach.
“I always wondered if I was a whore for dick, but seeing my hard work gush from your beautiful cock like the fucking piece of art it is, I thinkI am a whore, for you.”
He dips his finger into my cum, smearing it over my body. Lifting one of my legs over his head, with my cum as natural lubricant, his long finger enters me. He wastes no time finding my P-spot, and pumps in and out. He’s playing dirty, but dirty is what I love.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Yeah, right there.” I gyrate my hips, giving him more access to me.
“I’m just getting you ready for later, if you still want my cock.”
“How is that even a question? Fuck yeah, I want your cock, and sooner than later, Noah James.”
“I’ll give you everything.”
He’s not done, shifting his body so he can access my rim. My head falls back when his tongue swipes across the ultrasensitive spot. I don’t share this intimate act often with another, but this is Noah. My unexplained connection is just that. And I want to go in deep, and quick and fast with him.
His tongue traces over my rim, and sensuous bursts of ecstasy fill me. I don’t think I can come again, but he’s just given me a gift.
He lifts up to look into my eyes. “I hope that was okay with you, Ash. I find I don’t want to hold back with you, baby.”
“And I find, Noah James, I don’t want you to hold back with me.”
* * *
We clean up,and I’m back in my track pants. He’s grabbed for a pair of sweats he keeps on the boat. I don’t have the words to describe the contentment I feel while we sit on the stern, my body leaning up against his. He has a basket of grapes, berries, salami, pepperoni, crackers, cheeses, and wine. We’re hungry, for both food and round two.
“There’s not a wrong answer here, Ash. But we can fool around a little more, enough that I’ll be okay to drive after the wine, we can go back to my loft, or we can stay here all night.”
