Chapter 32
After a long moment, I asked, “What exactly are you looking for?”
He tossed a half-empty bottle of lubricant at me—it struck my knee and landed in the heap of my underpants. As I retrieved it, something else sailed across the room to hit my chest. A box of condoms landed in my lap. When I picked it up, it felt kind of light; I shook it and out rattled two unopened rubbers. “Shit, that’s it?” Donnie asked, crawling over me. He swatted my hand away from my dick and plucked one of the condoms from my fingers. “I gotta get some more.”
“You do this often?” I wanted to know.
Squeezing a healthy dollop of lube onto his palm, he rubbed his hands together and laughed. “Not since I’ve been staying with Molly. You’re the first guy my age I’ve seen around here.”
He had a point—most of the residents who lived in the apartments were elderly widows or families. There were a few co-eds—all women—and a boy about seventeen who lived a row over with his grandmother, but that was about it. I’d been trying to talk Shonda into hiring a second maintenance man to help me out, but so far it was just me.
Thank God, I thought as Donnie wrapped one lube-slicked hand around my stiff shaft. I gasped and lay back on my elbows, the carpet itchy against my skin. With long, slow strokes, he massaged my dick, his hand sliding easily along the length. The cool lube quickly warmed from our body heat. Each stroke sent shivers crashing through me in cascading waves, starting at my overly sensitized cockhead to wash down my cock, over my balls, and through my groin. “Yes,” I moaned, letting my head fall back between my shoulders as he worked my dick. “God, that’s heavenly.”
“Like that?”
Did I? Jesus.
Donnie scooted between my knees, his legs draped over my hips. When his feet nudged my hands, I grasped at his toes, lacing my fingers between them. I felt his now hard dick prod at my nuts—it wept warm pre-cum whenever it butted against me.
Using both hands now, Donnie strummed up my length, squeezing as he worked me over. Up, down, both directions at once, until I thought my seed would squirt from me like toothpaste from a tube. “Please,” I sobbed as he rolled my balls like dice in one hand while the other tugged my erect dick up as tall as it could stand. He leaned down, tongue darting out between too-red lips, and licked around the flared ‘shroom of my cock. He kissed it, then sucked it into his mouth, taking me in as he went down between my legs.
“Now!” I cried, arching my hips away from the floor to thrust into him as far as I could. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna, please, God, just—”
“Uh uh uh,” he sang out. My cock slipped free from his lips as he gave me a damp grin. “Not yet, you aren’t. I want you in me.”
Wriggling my hips invitingly, I told him, “Then climb on up already. I can’t hold it forever.”
He found the condom where it had fallen to the floor. With expert moves, he ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom down onto my all-too-ready shaft. He followed it with a squirt of lube, spiraling the cool gel up and around my dick as if he were drizzling chocolate syrup on a sundae. When the last of the lube spurted noisily out of the bottle, he rose onto all fours and crawled onto my lower belly.
As he sat, my cock slid up the crevice between his buttocks. He arched his back and hissed with delight as my slick dick rubbed against his backside. Raising up on his hands, he did it again, and a third time, stroking me with the crack in his ass. I wrapped my arms around his hips and grabbed meaty handfuls of his butt cheeks, spreading them wider to allow my cock to really get down in between them. The next time he reached the tip, hovering over me precariously balanced on his hands and knees, I dipped both middle fingers into the tight hole at his center and widened him.
“God,” he gasped, writhing above me. I prodded farther, to the first knuckle on each finger, spreading him open. He fucked back against my hands, making a little contented sound in the back of his throat that sounded so animalistic, so guttural, so raw, it took my breath away.
Leaning over me, Donnie covered my mouth with his and whispered, “Guide me down. Fuck me, Elliott. God, fuck me hard.”
Only too happy to oblige, I held his buttocks apart and blindly guided the tip of my cock to the precious pucker of his anus. He kept his lips on mine, kissing me harder whenever he felt any discomfort—his hands fisted against the carpet on either side of my head and he moaned into me, a hungry sound that made me raise my hips up off the floor to thrust into him. Past the muscular bands of resistance and into the very heart of him, tapping that sweet spot deep inside that made him squirm against me with lustful pleasure. “Yes, yes,” he cried out, beating his fists against the floor as we slowly moved toward a singular rhythm.