Chapter 110

“I thought you were in a hurry,” he said.

“I am, but you bring out this side of me.” I tickled him a little and he fought me off, cackling helplessly.

“St-stop it!” he begged. I took pity on him and rolled his body underneath mine, glorying in the feel of his hairy chest and warm, musky skin from working out in the sun all morning.

“God, you smell good,” I said.

“Taste good, too, if you like sweaty ass. I seem to remember that eating me out was something you enjoyed.” Hell yeah, Grant’s ass was a tasty morsel. I gave him a quick kiss, then moved my mouth down his torso, stopping to lick and suck his nipples, making him writhe and plead. He was so responsive.

I tugged on the hairs on his chest and his cock bobbed. I’d have to remember that, too. I explored his belly button, then made my way to his cock, which was waving at me. I licked a thin line up the underside, then focused on that delectable hole. I truly loved eating a guy out.

I got Grant to bend his legs, so I could swirl my tongue around his entrance. His moans grew louder when I started tonguing him, repeatedly.

“Yeah, baby, fuck!” he said, once.

“That’s the way, come on!” was another exclamation.

I knew he was near to climaxing, so I gave him a final lick and pulled back.

“Don’t move,” I ordered. I searched my pants and found the condom and lube. I stood at the foot of the bed and watched his needy expression as I rolled the condom down my turgid cock and pumped it with slick.

“God, Trev, you look so hot like that,” Grant said, panting with desire, eyes heavy as he watched me prepare to fuck him good.

“You ready, baby?” I asked, kneeling on the bed.

“You know it.” A fine sheen of sweat covered his body. Grant spread his legs wider to accommodate me. Gorgeous.I applied some lube to his channel, just to make sure he was wet enough.

I angled my dick, grabbed his hips, and pushed in. It was a tight fit, just the way I liked it. We both moaned as I seated myself fully, my bush up against his hot ass. Fuck, it was bliss. Grant’s legs went around my neck, and we kissed again, hot and wet. I pumped into him, pounding him further into the mattress, his hands against the headboard to keep from slamming into it.

With every thrust, he urged me on with a squeeze of his sphincter, and when I found his sweet spot, Grant howled. When he finally came it was magical, his dick spurting on his chest after all the friction it received between our bodies. And I was close behind, cum filling the condom in abundance. I collapsed on top of him, squashing him into the bed, but Grant didn’t seem to mind.

After a few seconds, though, I found the strength to lift myself up and carefully pull my dick from his ass, holding onto the edge of the condom. I threw it on the floor, hoping I missed our clothing.

“Damn, I missed this,” Grant said, as I lay beside him, utterly spent.

“You can have more later,” I replied, trying to calm my breathing.

Turning to me, Grant said, “You actually fucked the same guy twice. Has that sunk in yet? Is this going to freak you out?”

“All I know is that I’m drawn to you, and I want to try something new. I may make mistakes, slip a little. Are you willing to work with me on that?”

“I’m willing to give it a try,” Grant replied, snuggling into my chest. The air in the room helped cool our bodies down. We’d have to shower soon so he could go back to work. But for now, everything was right in the world.

* * * *

When the alarm went off on Monday morning, I was still grumpy, but only because of the hour. I was quite content, actually.

I’d spent most of the weekend at Grant’s place, including a marathon fucking session on Sunday in between Bonanza and Beverly Hillbillies reruns. That Jethro was a hottie. I thought I could definitely get used to getting it regular from the same guy, especially one as creative in bed as Grant was. Though, the fact that he was a friend, first and foremost, saw my imperfections and still kept me around were a big help, too.

Mind you, I damn near came when I watched him perform autofellatio. I mean, I knew he was flexible, but goddamn.

I left Grant’s apartment at ten o’clock last night. Actually, he threw me out, saying he needed to get his beauty sleep for work the next day. I tried telling him he was beautiful enough already, but he didn’t buy it. He said I’d see him soon anyway, since he’d put in an order on Saturday for a delivery on Monday.