It was 1am. I heard the pickup truck start and saw the headlights of his last client’s car grow dim as he drove away. I’d been in David’s den drinking his cognac for the last hour waiting for him to be done. He’d been so busy since I came to see him. In my drunken state I began to question my decision. Did he even want me here? Why would he extend the invite if he weren’t going to be around and available? I’d been in Chicago for 3 days. We’d kissed and cuddled but he’d been too tired or too busy to do what I really wanted. I’d tried in the shower, I’d tried in the morning when he woke up, and I’d tried before bed. All my attempts led to rejection. Was this guy not attracted to me? What was he doing so late with his client? Not that I was jealous. I have a guy back in Charlotte. I was more annoyed by the thought of my time being wasted.
With liquid courage pouring profusely through my veins I walked out to the studio. It was in a separate little building behind his house. I’d walked out shirtless and the wind made me regret it. But I refused to be deterred from the mission. I looked through the window. There was David, headphones on, his beautifully dark muscled body in sharp contrast to the crisp white v-neck t-shirt he wore. He was leaning over the desk bobbing his head to the music he heard. His silhouette looked amazing, and the outlines and contours of his figure made me hungry for his touch. My dick pressed hard against my jeans searching for an escape.
I turned the knob and walked in. He still had no idea I was there. I kicked off my flip flops and walked up on him, pressing my contained member against him. He jumped and turned around, smiling.
“Hey you,” he said. I didn’t respond. I grabbed his junk through his jeans and kissed him hard.
“Someone’s been in the liquor cabinet, huh?” I interrupted him by sticking my tongue down his throat. His dick was growing in my hand. His feet were moving in an effort to back up but I had him against the wall. Finally he pushed me away.
“John,” he said, “I have to work. I gotta get this project completed.” His hands cupped my face. “You ok babe?” He asked me looking deep into my obviously bloodshot eyes.
“Yeah I’m fine,” I answered gruffly. I kept going. I wouldn’t be denied this time around. I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I ripped his v-neck down the middle, further revealing his deeply grooved chest. Our cocks pressed hard against each other. It was a good pain. I disengaged and started using my mouth on David’s nipples. I was using my teeth to playfully scrape the surface. I heard him inhale through his teeth, sounding like a snake. The whole time I was lightly slapping his face.
“John,” David said in a low voice, “you know you’re playing a very dangerous game.”
I stood face to face with him and gave him another slap, but with more force than before. I leaned in and whispered “perfect.” David quickly picked me up and laid me down hard on the soundboard. I could feel the knobs and controls digging into my back. I tried to get up but he pushed me down. He snatched my jeans off, giving my dick the release it had been desiring. He straddled me on the soundboard and started to grind my cock against his, still in jeans. It felt rough. He wasn’t gentle. And he reciprocated the face slaps I’d given him.
I was feeling pain in multiple places. David had my arms pinned above my head. His mouth was promising a hickey on my neck. The control panel was still digging in my back and my lubeless cock was in need of relief from his unrelenting grind. Catching him off guard I raised my hips and he went airborne. He stopped everything to catch your balance. I seized the opportunity to push him to a standing position. I got off the soundboard and immediately attacked the button and zipper of his villainous jeans. They were coming off to even the playing field. I pulled them off. His green undies were darkened with precum. I pulled those off as well. There it was… the prize. Standing at attention and still leaking. I stood face to face with him, both of us breathing heavily. David gathered his natural lube and rubbed it on my reddened member. He then picked me up and started to air frot. I never would have guessed he’d be that strong. I deeply kissed him as our dicks got acquainted. We moved to the floor and I got on top of him. We began a gentle grind. We tugged on nipples and kissed on each other’s necks. As we continued we became more and more frenzied. He shot hard. He convulsed about 10 times. I grabbed his legs, put them on my shoulders, and started going hard. He yelped at the sensation. David was still very sensitive. He pulled me close and held on tight. I busted hard and laid on him allowing the cum to spread over our torsos. David was the first to speak. “That was amazing, you asshole. I freaking love that.” He gave me a punch to the abs. “I’m going to have to wear collared shirts for the rest of the week,” I replied. “You’re the ass!” We left the studio and walked naked, hand in hand, to the house. We washed the dried jizz off each other and cuddled the rest of the night. I was never denied for the rest of the week.
