A few hours had passed since I was balls deep in Arthur. I was sitting on my sofa reading a book and drinking some tea when my phone dinged. It was a message from him.
“I can’t stop thinking about your cock.”
It instantly responded by filling with blood again.
“So you did like it,” I answered with a winking emoji.
“Fuck you dude” he answered.
“Don’t threaten me with good time.”
“Next time I’m fucking you.”
“If you beat me to the oak you can do whatever you want to me, but if you don’t I’m fucking you again,” I answered.
“You’re just gonna win like always, no fair.”
“Looks like you’ll have to open your legs for me again then, huh?” I wrote with another winking emoji.
“We’ll see about that. Need to sleep, good night you asshole.”
“Good night, let me know when you want a rematch!”
At the beginning of the day I wouldn’t have believed you if you said that I would have sprayed my load all over him after making him beg for my cum, yet here we are. I replayed it from the beginning in my head. Maybe the clone-a-willy wasn’t such a bad idea after all. But I was still a bit shocked it actually happened. He didn’t seem like he was that interested in me, but after finding the replica I guess it peaked his interest.
The next day I awoke to a message from him.
“Rematch today after dinner?”
“Craving my cock inside you so soon?” I answered
“You’re going down, mark my words,” he wrote back.
“No I’m not, you know I won’t.”
“Asshole.”
I chuckled to myself. I was an asshole sometimes, I’ll admit. But this wasn’t one of those times. It was more of an inside joke between us at this point, like a term of endearment. But I’ll gladly accept it. I wondered if I should let him win to see what he would do to me. How he would fuck me? If he would take the reins and wreck me or If I would have to guide him. I was intrigued, but after last night I got a bit hard just thinking about how it felt to slide my cock inside him. I almost craved his hole again, it felt amazing.
The whole day passed and I almost forgot about the rematch until I heard a knock at my door. I looked at the clock, it was well past dinner time. I walked over to the door and opened it. There he stood, same attire as yesterday, just as hot as I remembered him.
“Howdy, fancy moving them pretty legs a little?” He said and tipped his non-existent hat.
“Of course, just let me slip into something more comfortable,” I responded still wearing my regular clothes. “Come in.”
He stepped inside and I motioned for him to sit down on the couch. He slapped my ass as he walked past me. It caught me off guard, but I would lie if I said I didn’t like it. I raised my eyebrows at him and scoffed a little.
“You know that ass is mine,” he said sounding overly confident.
I didn’t respond. Wouldn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Instead I looked over at him and gave him my best “Fuck me” eyes. I heard him gulp a little. I guess he wasn’t ready for my response. I still had to change from my regular clothes into something more fitting for a jog and I felt like teasing him a little. Or rather a lot.
“You really think you can beat me?” I said as I looked at him. Before he could answer I started unbuttoning my pants. He stayed silent and inspected my movement. I slowly pulled down the fly of my jeans still looking right at him.
“Hmmm?” I added.
“Uhmmm,” was all he said.
“Don’t get shy on me now big boy, tell me, you really think you’re gonna win?”
I grabbed the lining of my jeans and started pulling them down to reveal my package which admittedly was filling with blood again. It was so hot undressing in front of him. He hadn’t responded yet.
“I think,” I said and paused briefly, “that you want this big cock inside you again.” I let my pants drop to the floor, stepping out of them. I groped my growing bulge and let out a moan in the process. His eyes widened. I knew he wanted it.
“I,” he said before stopping himself.
“You what?” I answered. I continued by grabbing my t-shirt and slowly lifting it so that the V-cut of my stomach was exposed. Then my abs and my pecs. It looked like he was almost drooling, but I loved the attention. I pulled it over my head and let it fall to the floor leaving only my underwear on. He realised he hadn’t answered me yet.
“You’re going down,” he said but didn’t sound as confident this time.
“Yeah, yeah, so you said.”
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he countered with.
“No you’re not,” I answered.
He looked a little frustrated, but it was so satisfying seeing him flustered and off balance.
“You’re gonna spread your legs for me again because I know you want me to fuck you. You’ve been craving my cock ever since yesterday. Admit it,” I said teasing him.
He didn’t respond, almost looked a little shy at this point. But I didn’t budge.
“Let me hear you say how much you want it,” I added.
He gave me a look that screamed “You’re such a fucking asshole!” But I just smiled in return.
“Or am I wrong?”
He still didn’t answer.
“You wanna know what’s gonna happen?” I asked him glancing out at the big oak tree.
“Do tell,” he finally responded.
I walked towards him slowly, half hard at this point, my cock visibly engorged hiding behind the thin fabric of my underwear. I stopped just a foot before him and he looked up at me.
“We’re gonna go for a run, it’s gonna be a great workout, and then I’m gonna win.”
He scoffed.
“Tell me, how many times have you won before?” I said hunching down a little.
He rolled his eyes.
I grabbed his hands and slowly placed them on either side of my hips pushing his fingers down into the lining of the last of my clothes. I began to push them down little by little.
“I know you want it.”
I stopped pushing down, let go of his hands and waited for him to pull down my underwear for me. It didn’t take long at all, just a few seconds then he released my cock which sprung out and bounced a little. He inhaled deeply before he licked his lips. I grabbed around his head with both my hands as he looked up at me, our eyes meeting. I could feel him trying to push forward against my cock, slowly opening his mouth but I pushed his head back.
“Not so fast, you haven’t lost yet Arthur.”
I was literally dangling my cock in front of him, but I didn’t let him taste it. He came back to his senses and tried to pry himself loose from my grip. I just reached down and kissed him softly.
“You’ll get it soon enough,” I whispered.
While still hunched over I placed my hand on his crotch and felt a raging boner in his shorts. He was really hard. I laughed a little. “Wow, that’s some serious wood.”
“Just go get changed already,” he answered and hit my hand away.
“No, not just yet,” I said. I turned around and leaned forward giving him a real good look at my ass. I reached back and spread my cheeks exposing my tight pink hole. I flexed it once. “Some motivation for you,” I said before I stood up again.
“Oh my god,” was all he got out.
“If you win, it’s all yours,” I answered and winked at him.
Finally out in the open I could tell he was off his game while we were running and I planned on using it to my advantage. No more letting him think he’s gonna win and stroking his ego. I wanted him to know he was a loser, and he knew the consequence. We didn’t talk much, though we usually didn’t to be fair. But he gave me a lot of glances and meaningful stares as we made our way to the oak.
“Whatcha thinking about?” I asked him.
“That I’m gonna win,” he panted back.
“I think you want to lose,” I teased him.
He looked at me, a little angry at this point but I knew it would fuel him to run faster. We were side by side. I pushed him jokingly and laughed a little.
“Don’t cheat!” He almost yelled.
Damn, he really meant business now it seemed like. So focused on winning, wanting to claim my ass as his prize. I was almost tempted to let him, but I wanted to feel the warmth of his insides wrap around me again. Finally we saw the oak.
“Wait!” He shouted and stopped.
“What now, wanna give up?” I asked having stopped slightly ahead of him.
“No, I want us to start at the same place, at the same time and the fastest one there obviously wins. It’s only a short spurt left,” he said panting.
“Okay, I’ll bite.”
We lined up next to each other.
“When do we go then?” I asked.
“See that traffic light over there? When it turns green, we go.”
I nodded at him.
It felt like it took almost an eternity for the light to turn green but as it did we both took off at record speed. I couldn’t help but laugh and it just fuelled him more. He actually had a decent chance of winning this time but I wasn’t ready to let him claim me. I used everything I had left in me and just barely touched the oak before him.
“FUCK!” He shouted.
I laid down on the grass on my back catching my breath with a shit-eating grin on my face.
“Don’t even say anything.”
I just looked at him. Both of us needed some time to recover and he laid down next to me. A few minutes went by until we were stable enough to be people again.
“I knew you wanted it,” I said and turned my head toward him.
He responded by swinging his arm over and hitting me in the stomach. Not hard enough to hurt me, but hard enough to make a point. I coughed at the sudden blow and laughed. We were silent for a moment.
“You know,” I didn’t have time to say anything else before he interrupted me.
“Don’t.”
“I wasn’t gonna tease you, I promise.”
He turned to look at me. I could see in his eyes he actually was a little upset having lost again.
“I was just gonna say that I actually had a really nice time yesterday,” I said as I turned to my side facing him. “I know I’ve been teasing you and all, but truth be told, I loved it.”
He looked up at the sky again and let out a sigh. “I don’t really want to admit this, but I did too,” he said avoiding my eyes.
I placed my hand on his chest. “I know, it’s okay.”
“I can see why you like this stupid tree so much. It’s actually quite beautiful,” he interrupted me with trying to change the subject to something less intimate.
I removed my hand from his chest. “It sure is. You know, when the leaves are yellow, that’s my favourite color.”
“I know, you told me once before,” he responded.
I don’t remember telling him that but it felt nice that he remembered such a small detail about me. I wondered what else he remembered about me? What other things about me had he taken note of?
We were at the door to my apartment and once I unlocked it I gestured for him to enter.
“After you, m’lord.”
“Oh shut up.”
“Wouldn’t want to fall again,” I said with a smile.
“You know I could feel your cock poking against my ass right?”
“I gathered as much, but it was an accident.”
He looked back at me and winked.
“You sly fucker,” I laughed at him. “You did not!”
“What can I say?” He said and shrugged.
“I knew you wanted it.”
He hit me on my arm.
“Okay, right, sorry.”
We took off our shoes and just sat down on the floor in my hallway for a moment. It felt so intimate somehow. Can’t really explain why though.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” I told him.
He looked at me. “I do want to. But maybe a shower first this time?”
“Of course, I could use one as well.”
“I’ll go first,” he said.
“You know where it is,” I responded.
He got up and walked towards the bathroom and I heard him turn the shower on. He threw his clothes out into the living room. Bold choice I thought. I stood up and walked to the window looking out at the oak once more.
Okay, so what now? It’s obvious he wants it again. He did just tell me. I started having flashbacks from the day prior. How he used his porn move on me almost making me bust within minutes. How it felt slowly sliding into him and hearing him moan. How warm he was, how tight he was, how amazing he was. Plunging into him over and over and over. It was sensational, and I desperately wanted him again. I was lost in my thoughts, didn’t even hear him turn the shower off and enter the room again. He cleared his throat.
“Whatcha thinking about?” He asked.
“Fucking you,” I answered. I turned around with an obvious boner in my shorts. “Come help me release it.”
He walked towards me with a towel wrapped around him and a smile on his face. His body was littered with muscles. He looked so hot. He got close enough to smell me and pretended to recoil. “You stink,” he laughed.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t like it,” I said and pulled my t-shirt off exposing my sweaty body.
“I do, can’t deny that.” He grabbed my shorts and jockstrap and pulled them down once again releasing my swollen member. It bounced just like before. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan.
“If you don’t go right now I’m not gonna be able to resist you,” he said.
I grabbed his hand and guided it to my cock closing both of our fingers around it. We just stood there for a few seconds before I let go and yanked it out of his grip.
“Best be heading to the shower then,” I said and snatched the towel from his waist as I walked away from him.
“Hey!”
“You won’t be needing it.”
I was hard all the way through my shower, but to be fair it wasn’t that long. I grabbed my boner and jerked it a few times but didn’t want to stimulate it too much. It was his job. As I felt the water cascade off of me washing the sweat away I started feeling calm. It was so nice. And I was about to fuck him again, which excited me.
I walked out again while drying myself off with the towel not even bothering with hiding my hard cock. It just bounced with my steps. Arthur once again sat on the sofa, he inspected me from head to toe and stopped at my crotch. I flexed it making it bounce up and down. It caught him off guard and he raised his eyebrows slightly. I used the towel on my head, then under each of my armpits and lastly on my crotch before throwing it at him. He wasn’t ready for that either apparently because he just barely caught it.
“There, all clean,” I said placing both my hands on my hips.
We just looked at each other not saying anything for what felt like minutes.
“You still want it?” I asked.
“I do,” he responded and looked out at the oak, hard and sitting on the sofa.
“Mmmm, I see. So what would happen if I walked over to you?”
“I wouldn’t be able to resist tasting that big cock again,” he answered still looking away.
“And if I said I wanted you to crawl to me on all fours? Beg me to taste it?”
He looked at me again and tried not to smile. I knew the reaction it was having on him, he was terrible at hiding it. I grabbed ahold of it and wiggled it a little. This had had a reaction on me it seemed. Some pre-cum had formed on the tip of my cock.
“Dude,” was all he got out before he stopped.
“On your knees Arthur,” I said and pointed to the floor. “Unless you don’t want to suck my cock again?”
He slowly got down to his knees and I could hear him mutter the word “Asshole.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“I said, you’re an asshole.”
“Hmmm, maybe so,” I said and paused a little, “but I know you desperately want to wrap your lips around my cock again. You don’t need to pretend like you don’t.”
He rolled his eyes and started to make his way over to me little by little. I loved seeing him on his knees for me. His ass wiggling a little with each step he took. How he crawled towards me knowing it was because he wanted my cock. He was soon right in front of me.
“I’m not gonna beg.”
“Yes, you are,” I said calmly.
“Oh come on!”
“Let me hear it,” I said and wiggled my cock. It made a drop of pre-cum launch down to the floor. We both looked at it. “Wouldn’t want to waste that, would we?” I said and raised my eyebrows a little.
“Really?” He answered.
“Clean it up,” I ordered him.
He bent down and licked my pre-cum up off the floor. It made me throb a little. It was so hot having this control over him. And I knew he loved it too.
“Now beg,” I said and once again placed my hand on my hips.
He inhaled and then sighed. “Please let me taste it,” he said sounding unenthusiastic.
“Oh, you can do better than that Arthur.”
He looked up at me into my eyes. “I want to taste your cock again, please let me have it.”
“Not good enough,” I said wrapping my hand around it. “Tell me the truth.”
“Fuck,” he said and looked away taking a quick glance at the oak before he looked back at me again. “I’ve been craving your cock all day, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. I want to feel it inside me again, please, I’m begging, let me taste it.”
“There it is, good boy,” I said. “Wasn’t so hard was it?”
He really was begging, I could see it in his eyes. All he wanted in this moment was my cock. Like he said, he’d been craving it all day.
“Open your mouth then.”
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He looked so eager to please me. I slowly guided it onto his tongue and moaned a little as we made contact with each other. He instantly wrapped his lips around it making my knees weak with the sensation.
“There we go,” I said as I let out another moan.
He looked up at me and let it slide deeper into his mouth making me gasp. He continued pushing and managed to get it all the way to the base before sliding off and making a gagging noise.
“It’s too big,” he said.
“You don’t need to take it all, besides, it’s not gonna stay in your mouth for long,” I answered with a wink.
He grabbed it and slid down on it again. Not all the way, but almost. It felt amazing. Then he started bobbing up and down the entire length of it. I was in heaven. I put my hands behind my head and looked up to the ceiling and let out a loud moan.
“Fuck Arthur,” was all I got out.
He added the twisting hand just like yesterday and it began to overwhelm me once again. I wanted to ride it all the way to the edge so I let him continue. I was getting dangerously close to shooting. I couldn’t stop moaning, it was so fucking good. I looked down at him again and of course he looked so pleased with himself. I had to pull out.
“Shit, enough with the porn move,” I said trying not to blow my load.
“I know you love it,” he said trying to grab it again.
“Don’t,” I said and took a step back. “I’m so close, don’t touch it.”
I just stood there half panting for a little while. He looked so smug, but he earned it. He really did know how to suck cock and it felt unbelievable. I had to hand it to him.
“Damn, that was intense,” I said and laughed a little.
“Very,” he added still on his knees.
I grabbed ahold of his head with both my hands. His hands instinctively grabbing around my wrists. “Open up,” I said while looking him in the eyes.
He hesitated for a moment before he did as I said. I placed my cock on his tongue again and slowly started pushing it into his mouth. His eyes screamed that he wanted it. Still begging for it. I got it almost all the way in before I pulled it out to his lips again. Slowly pushed it inside and then out. I continued and did the same a few more times.
“You like that?” I asked.
He nodded and I pulled it out completely. “Love it,” he said.
“I’m almost tempted to shoot my load in your mouth letting you taste my cum,” I said shoving it in to the base making him gag again. “But you want to feel me fill your ass up don’t you?” I asked as I pulled it out.
He brushed some saliva from his lips with his arm. “I do.”
“Then this time I want you to look at my cock while I fuck you. I want you to see it sliding in and out of you. It’s quite the sight. You’ll love it,” I said and smiled.
“You’re just too much,” he answered but he sounded so intrigued.
“You want me to wear the cock ring again or do you want me au naturel this time?”
“Au naturel, I want to feel you just as you are.”
I grabbed around his jaw and pulled him up to his feet and kissed him on the lips almost too sensually. “As you wish.”
We walked over to the sofa and I positioned him on his back so that he could see his own hole. Well, at least almost. He would have a clear view of my cock entering him. I got down on my knees and spread his cheeks giving me full access of him. I exhaled slowly letting him feel my warm breath on it. It twitched as he moaned.
“I’ll play with it if you want,” I said and exhaled one more time making it twitch again still while holding his cheeks apart.
He looked at me with such yearning in his eyes. “I want it, play with my hole.”
I slowly placed my tongue on it. Tasted a little salty but mostly just skin since he had just showered. He inhaled sharply and moaned as I let my tongue explore his opening. I kissed it softly.
“Oh my god, it feels amazing,” he moaned.
I continued licking at his hole, tried to push my tongue inside him. It twitched again and he moaned once more. I just kept going, licking at it, kissing it, trying to enter him with my tastebuds. Our eyes met as he let out a louder moan. I smiled at him.
“You taste amazing.”
“You feel amazing,” he answered.
I withdrew my face a few inches and spit on it. It caught him off guard and he flinched a little.
“Please, a little more before you fuck me,” he said and flexed it as he smiled.
How could I say no? I was more aggressive with it now. Licked it up and down, kissing it, pressing against him with more force. He slammed his hands down on the sofa and grabbed ahold of the end of the cushion. He started panting a little trying not to moan. I loved the effect my treatment had on him. How he was giving me his hole to play with. Begging me to taste him.
“I want to feel you around my cock again, I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“Do it then, give it to me,” he said as he tried to reach out for it.
“Just let me get the lube,” I said before I stood up and slapped it on his willing hole. “Stay right there.”
“Where would I even go?” He answered and laughed a little.
While in my room fetching the lube I saw my polaroid camera. Would he let me take a picture of us? I could let him take it home. I knew he would jerk off to it later. A memento of this moment forever ingrained on a little piece of plastic sheet.
“Hey,” I shouted from across the room. “I’d love to take a picture of me fucking you,” I said as I walked back to him with the lube and camera in hand.
“I don’t know about that,” he said sounding a little concerned.
“It’s okay, I’ll let you keep the picture. It’s a polaroid, they print them automatically. It’ll just be the one. I know you want to look at my cock pressing inside you later on,” I said and winked.
“It’s so hard to say no to you, you know that right?”
“You’ll love it,” I said and smacked my cock against him again.
“Just one though, okay?”
“Sure, just the one. A souvenir.”
I lubed up both his hole and my cock and pushed it against him feeling it open up.
“Take the damn picture then,” he said half moaning.
“You know what?” I said with a smirk. “I want to take it after I’ve shot my load in you.”
He looked at me with that expression that said “Really?” Again.
“You’ll love having a picture of my hard cock against your hole with my cum oozing out of it, trust me.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying yes to this,” he said and rolled his eyes.
“Now look at my cock as I enter you.”
His eyes turned down to the main event. His eyebrows scrunching up more and more as I slowly slid inside him. Having worked his hole with my tongue he was more relaxed than the first time. It slid in almost too easy this time I felt like. He moaned loudly as it bottomed out inside him. Every inch buried deep in his hole. I wiggled it from side to side making him moan even louder and turning his head to the ceiling.
“Eyes on my cock,” I said as I grabbed his head and repositioned it.
He bit his lip, looked up at me, then down again. “Take it out, please, it’s too much,” he moaned.
I didn’t. Instead I tried to bury it even deeper inside him pulling it out slightly but immediately pushing it inside him again. He moaned just as loud as before. I loved how it made him react. Hearing him moan. I slowly pulled it out all the way.
“Shit, that felt almost too good,” he said and looked up at me.
“Ready for it again? It doesn’t hurt?” I asked.
“I’m ready.”
I grabbed around his legs holding them open for me and motioned with my hand for him to look down at my cock again and just as he did I quickly slid it all the way in to the base. He let out a whimper this time instead of a moan and once again turned his head up. It caught him off guard, but I could tell he loved it. I pulled it out and pushed it in again, just as fast this time too. Another whimper. I started pulling it out slowly again.
“Look at it Arthur. I want you to see me fucking you,” I said once again.
He looked at me with a little resentment in his eyes this time but still full of lust as well.
“Am I still an asshole?”
“Undoubtedly,” he moaned back at me.
“Would an asshole fuck you this good?”
I shoved it inside him again causing him to roll his eyes back. I was loving my hold over him and I could tell he was loving every inch of my cock.
“FUCK!” Was all he got out.
I slowly started sliding it out again. “I asked you a question.”
He looked at me again, I turned my eyes down, he quickly followed suit. Be both watched as my cock slowly withdrew from his hole. It made a little popping noise as the head exited which made us both chuckle slightly.
“I want it hard. Like yesterday, please, just fuck me, stop teasing,” he said and bit his lip.
I knew he was mine now. But I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted him to confirm his hole belonged to me. I pushed the head in but then stopped. “Who’s hole is this?” I asked.
He looked a little scared and confused all of a sudden but quickly relaxed and realised I was just playing with him. He looked down at it, then back up at me. “Push it all the way in and I’ll tell you.”
I pushed it in slowly this time, just to tease him some more. And when it was once again balls deep inside him I asked “Who’s hole is this?”
“It’s yours,” he moaned.
“One more time,” I pulled my cock out and slammed it back inside him in one quick motion.
He moaned even louder. “It’s yours.”
“One last time,” I did the same thing again with the same result.
He almost screamed this time. “My hole is yours!”
I pulled out and smacked against him a few times. “Beg me to fuck you.”
He had caught on by now and knew that the only way to get what he wanted was to beg me.
“Please use my hole, it belongs to you. Fill me up,” he moaned back.
I was a little surprised at his choice of words but it was more than enough for me. I pushed it inside him again and did a few slow strokes before increasing the pace. His head turning up again.
“Eyes down,” I reminded him.
His eyes once again landed on my cock now pumping in and out of his hole. I looked at him and he looked at me.
“It’s quite the view, right?” I moaned.
“The best,” he moaned back.
I increased the pace and he once again tried to divert his gaze but I was ready this time and grabbed him by the hair of his neck and held his head in place so that he got the perfect view of my cock pounding him relentlessly. His eyes rolled back again. Such a little whore. Loving every second of it. He had stopped moaning and just said “Shit, shit, shit.”
“Getting close?”
“Yes,” he panted.
“I’m not even jerking you off or anything.”
“Harder, pleaseeeee,” he let out.
Said and done I started pounding him harder, just like yesterday. Sliding my cock all the way out and then all the way in again. Fast, raw and hard. He felt so good. Amazing even. I loved his hole, well, my hole now, at least according to his answer. It felt like we were going at it for ages. I released his head and placed both my hands on his waist and wrapped my fingers around his skin. I wanted a better grip while I fucked him into his orgasm.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he moaned.
I was surprised he could take such a pounding but it was so fucking hot. He looked down again at my cock pumping into him. Stretching him out. Using him.
“So hot,” he managed to get out.
“Cum for me,” I said.
“So close,” he moaned back.
He couldn’t even say more than a few words now it seemed like. The feeling of me plunging into him being too much to form coherent sentences. The smacking noise when I filled him with all of my cock was so hot. It almost echoed in the room. I grabbed his jaw and turned his head to my face.
“Arthur, look me in the eyes,” I said still shoving all of myself inside him.
He met my gaze. His eyes screamed of pleasure, he looked lost in it.
“Cum for me,” I said still holding his face.
It didn’t take long before his body started to twitch a little. He tensed up and just like that he started shooting stream after stream of cum just like yesterday. His hole clenched around my cock making me throb. It felt amazing. His moans only added to the experience. I was on the edge of shooting. So fucking close.
“Ready for it?” I asked panting.
He just nodded and moaned.
I could’t hold it anymore and pulled it out to the head one last time before smacking it inside him as deep as it would go and I held it there shooting my load as far inside him as I could. He screamed.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” was all I got out.
I could feel myself throb with each stream I shot in his hole. Moaning loudly each time. Our eyes met and I felt so close to him. I know I was literally inside of him but it felt like more than just sex.
The orgasm dissipated, as did both of our moans and we just froze for a little while. I suddenly remembered the polaroid camera. I turned my head to locate it, picked it up and turned it on.
“Can’t forget your souvenir,” I said and smiled.
“Oh my god, I forgot about that.”
I turned the lens towards my cock, still deep inside him and slowly pulled it out. As soon as it vacated the premises my cum oozed out of him. I framed it so that his cock, still half hard and sticky with cum was also in the shot. Mine still looked rigid and ready for action. His hole looked so used, gaping with my seed running out.
“Say cheese,” I joked before I pressed the shutter button and a flash went off.
The picture instantly came out of the camera. I grabbed it, put the camera down and sat down next to him on the couch leaning against it facing him. He hadn’t moved yet. “I think you should take another shower,” I said and wiped some cum from his chest with my finger and put it in my mouth. It tasted so good. I wanted more.
“I should,” he said and slowly stood up. I could see my cum running down his legs as he walked towards the shower. He turned it on and began to wash the sex off of himself.
I looked out at the oak again. After this he would surely want to fuck me next time I thought. Or maybe he was ashamed he liked it so much? He was giving slightly mixed signals and with him not being super experienced and still considering himself straight he might have some conflicting feelings about it. Maybe I shouldn’t have teased him so much and controlled him the way I did? I mean, we both enjoyed it but I was unsure how he would react now that the heat of the moment was over. I heard him turn the shower off. I glanced at the picture now having fully developed. It was so fucking hot. Oh my god, it was amazing. He would have a field day with it when he got home, I just knew it.
He slowly walked out of the bathroom with a towel once again wrapped around his waist. He leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed.
“What?” I asked sounding a little concerned.
“You are such a fucking asshole, you know that right?”
“Who, me?” I said pretending to sound shocked.
“Yes, you,” he said as his arms dropped to his sides.
“Come look at the picture, it’s amazing.” I patted on the sofa three times beside me.
He rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe I let you take that.”
“Well, it’s yours. I promised you could have it.”
He walked towards me and almost flung himself down on the sofa making both of us bounce a little. “Let’s see it then.”
I handed it over to him and he inspected it. He didn’t say anything but his face said enough. I knew he loved it. His expression gave it away. It felt like a minute went by before he broke the silence.
“Fucking hell,” he said.
“I know right?” I responded with a smile.
“Where am I even gonna put it? I don’t want anyone to see this.”
“I don’t know? You could hide it somewhere.”
“Promise not to show anyone?” He said and looked at me. “If you promise, I’ll let you keep it.”
“I promise, but I want you to have a copy as well. Give me your phone,” I said and reached my hand out.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Put it in a hidden folder or something.”
He handed me his phone and I opened the camera, framed it up real nice and took a picture of the aftermath of us fucking.
“I know you want to look at it when you get home,” I said and winked. “You’re already hard again.”
He looked down and saw his boner press against the towel. “I better be going though, it’s getting late.”
“It is getting late, and I don’t think I have any more fucking in me,” I joked.
“Me neither.”
He stood up, let the towel drop to the floor and collected his clothes. Having come here ready to jog it wasn’t much and it was cold outside by now.
“Want to borrow something on the way home so you don’t have to freeze your balls off?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll live,” he said and walked to the door.
I stood up, still naked and walked towards him. He couldn’t help but glance at my cock.
“Thanks for tonight Arthur,” I said and looked at him.
He looked away for a few seconds and then back at me. “You know,” he paused, “you make me feel things I have never felt before. This is new for me.”
“I know,” I said and reached out for his hand. We touched ever so slightly.
“I’m happy we did this but I can’t help but feel like it’s wrong somehow?”
“It’s not. You know that it isn’t,” I said and sounded hurt.
“I’m just not used to it, to this, to you,” he answered.
“It’s okay, everything is fine. Don’t worry.”
“God I want to kiss you,” he said taking a quick glance of me from top to bottom.
“So do it then.”
He leaned forward and our lips met. I placed one hand on the side of his throat and the other around the back of his head. His arms landed on my waist. Our tongues met but it was such a tender kiss, not forced at all. It felt amazing. He tasted so good. He drew himself back out of my grip.
“I,” he said but stopped.
“Thank you for tonight. Text me when you get home,” I said and smiled.
He nodded and turned around. I closed the door and locked it before I walked over to the sofa again. The picture laying on the cushion. I picked it up and looked at it again. It truly was so fucking hot. I got hard again just looking at it but I was too tired to do anything about my boner. Besides, I don’t think I had that much more cum to shoot after having emptied it all inside Arthur.
I walked over to my bed and laid down on my back, feet dangling in the air down the side of it. I must have fallen asleep though because next thing I know my phone dinged. I knew it was from him. I rolled over and grabbed my phone.
“Home now, thanks for tonight. You’re still an asshole though.”
“I had a lovely time. Sleep tight,” I answered.
