My balls drawing up were the only warning I had before I shot, wave after wave of my cum flooding his mouth.
He coughed, clearly not expecting it, but composed himself and swallowed, wiping up the cum that had dribbled over his lips even as I continued thrusting, spending myself completely.
My thighs quaked, every limb feeling as heavy as lead. I drew out of his mouth and moved to sit down on the bed just to catch my breath. My heart was racing and, when I looked over at DorianGay, he was watching me with pure lust in his eyes. It was all I could see of his face, his mouth covered up again by the bandana, but it was more than enough.
I needed time to recover before I could fuck him -- no matter how much I wanted to. It wasn't going to stop me from getting him ready, though.
"Roll onto your stomach," I told him.
When he did, I pulled off his sneakers and then his pants, following those with his boxers. Everything was tossed aside haphazardly, my only goal just climbing over top of him, my hands smoothing over his thighs.
He wasn't out of shape. Judging from the tension in his calf and thigh muscles, he spent a lot of time on his feet. But there was an authentic softness to him. He definitely had a "dad bod," as my sister would have said. And God, I was crazy for it. So many of the guys I'd fucked were focused on making their bodies rock hard so they could really sell those ab pics. And sure, I liked to feel a guy's muscles as much as the next, but I also liked to get a solid grip. To feel a little give; a little cushioning softness. To hear the smack of flesh as my thighs snapped against his plump ass.
DorianGay definitely had all of that going for him, and as I made my way up to his hole, I could see the little bit of fuzz that was in his pic. My hands rounded his ass, squeezing the generous swell of his cheeks. I gave a soft smack, more than satisfied with the wanton moan that escaped him as he pressed his cheek to the mattress. Another smack followed before I soothed the sting of red I'd left behind.
Drawing my hand back, I brought two fingers to my mouth and sucked on them, then used my hands to spread his cheeks. His muscles trembled, so I only just skimmed the tip of one finger around his hole. When I started to press it in, I could feel him holding his breath. I could also feel how damn tight he was.
Pulling back, I went to go search for the lube which was still in my pocket.
"W-wait, I can relax some more--" he pleaded.
It took me a moment to realize what he meant. "Just getting some lube. Don't you worry. I'm getting my fingers in that tight ass."
I set the condoms on the bedside table and squirted some lube into my hand, coating my fingers in it, then rubbing it over his hole. Moving behind him, I tried again, pressing one digit in. With the aid of the lube it slid easily at first, meeting some resistance. Slowly, I pressed deeper and, as he breathed, his body relaxed. He was way tighter than I'd expected, considering how eager he seemed for this encounter. I could see him gripping the sheets, could feel the way his ass clenched around my finger.
Part of me wanted to ask him if he was okay, but he'd already protested my getting up to get the lube.
I took my time, though, and waited until he was relaxed enough before I started moving my finger in and out of him, searching for just the right angle to hit--
"Ah!" he cried out in a gasp, arching back toward me.
That was it. Right there. I massaged him slowly -- more slowly than he wanted, apparently, since he pushed back against me -- and reveled in the way he writhed beneath my attentions. By the time I inserted a second digit, he was moaning shamelessly, fucking himself on my fingers, definitely not too tight to enjoy it anymore.
And fuck if I wasn't already getting hard again.
Reaching down, I stroked myself while moving my fingers in and out of him. Finger-fucking him wasn't all I wanted, though. Not by a long shot. Lowering myself onto the bed behind him, I twisted my