Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Matt’s face was so close he could barely look at him without crossing his eyes. He pumped Boar’s dick at an agonizing pace, which only grew the heat in his balls. The slow and steady rhythm drove Boar crazy already.
“And this?”
“Yeah… very much.” He wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck and pulled the damp head to his shoulder, unable to stop rocking his hips against the hand. This was heaven. Hot, steamy heaven.
Matt laughed and nipped on Boar’s lips before spinning him to face the wall. Soap drizzled down Boar’s back, soon allowing a smooth glide of hands as they gravitated lower, toward Boar’s ass. He wasn’t sure what to think. It did feel good, but when fingers dove between his buttocks, his brain short-circuited.
He tensed all over, not sure if this is where he wanted to go, but too inexperienced to know. Matt was hot, his touch was scalding, the freaking water made his head spin as it caressed him with its nimble fingers. But Boar wasn’t sure how he felt about that thick dick poking at his buttock. Its touch was more than arousing. But the suggestion that it could push into him soon? Not so much. His fantasies had never drifted that way.
The lips on his shoulder made his confusion grow, and when Matt’s strong body pressed to his back, bringing that hard tool to the crack of his ass, he fought the impulse to just let it happen. The touch felt so good. For the first time, he felt truly wanted, and by a man so hot and so much more experienced, but the cockhead sliding against his opening was a sobering sensation.
“N-no. I-I don’t think I want this,” Boar uttered, unable to move despite not being particularly small, or a weakling. Nerves were getting the best of him, and he was like that deer he’d shot last summer. Right before dying, it had looked his way, and instead of running, it froze and let him hit his mark with ease.
Matt slumped against him, as if he couldn’t take the disappointment, but then his hands settled around Boar’s waist. “Okay. What do you wanna do, hotcake?”
Boar rested his forehead against a broken tile and took a deep breath. It wasn’t over? He thought he fucked it up. “You still wanna… do things? I’m sorry, I just—I’ve never…”
Matt snorted and rubbed his face between Boar’s shoulder blades. “I figured you might not have a lot of experience. No offense,” he said before casually taking hold of Boar’s dick.
Boar moaned, back to enjoying himself. “I don’t. I wanna do stuff. Just not that. I kinda… I always imagined myself topping. I know it’s stupid, since I don’t have the experience, but it’s what excites me. I love touching you though. I’d want to… suck you.”
Matt hummed, hugging him a little more tightly, his cock still very hard. “Really? What a treat. Am I your type at least?” he teased, but Boar wasn’t sure if it wasn’t a veiled accusation.
He reached back to stroke Matt’s side. “I’ve got many types. You’re super-hot, Matt, and our chemistry is off the charts. But when I imagine topping, I think of smaller guys, you know? Right now, I just want to rub myself all over you until our skin is raw.”
“How precious are you about your ass? Because I know something you might like,” Matt mused, backing away enough to make space for his hand, which gently rubbed the seam of Boar’s ass.
That did feel nice.
“I wouldn’t mind being touched. I just don’t want that massive cock hammering into me, you know?” He laughed nervously, and a shiver went up his spine when Matt dipped his fingers between the buttocks and rubbed his pucker with just the fingertips. That was okay. Exciting. Intimate.
Matt laughed, rolling his digit all around the hole in teasing circles. “Massive? Keep talking to me like that, and I’ll be getting you a ring.” He laughed before pulling away. It took Boar the longest moment to realize Matt had kneeled behind him, and his face flamed when his lover parted his buttocks to make room for his face.
This couldn’t be happening. Not to him. Not to anyone so plain. But it was. He could feel Matt’s nose gently moving up and down his open crack, and he moaned as if he were getting his dick sucked. When the tip of Matt’s tongue teased his hyper-sensitive skin, he pressed his cheek to the wall and spread his legs in invitation. This he was more than on board with.
He didn’t even know how to describe the sensation gathering in this sensitive, secret place on his body. It was so arousing, so intense he felt like he might fall to his knees, but he leaned against the wall instead, curling his toes as Matt’s agile tongue worked its magic. It was so soft and bendy that at times it was like liquid.