CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE Chad

Ihad Cole's cock in my mouth, slowly tasting the salty pleasure he'd just released. With my hands on his hips to balance me, I moved over his shaft, swallowing it inch by inch as his thigh muscles quaked with desire.

His hand came to the back of my head and a surge of yearning swept through me. I wanted to be controlled sexually. I craved being manipulated and manhandled by a real man, and Cole was that in surplus. He pulled me on him, forcing his cock to nearly my gagging point. My eyes were open as I lusted over his manhood, slightly alarmed that my gag point had already been met, yet he still had more exposed cock.

He was a tower of walking sex appeal. Well over six feet tall and built like a lean linebacker, his masculinity contradicted his elegance. I was drawn to classy, elegant men, but add in a man with a dirty disposition, and I was putty in their manly hands. Use me any way you want, was my mantra if it meant pleasing an aggressive partner.

"Easy, boy," he growled, moving me off his cock and pulling me from the tiled shower floor. "Let me clean you."

Cole studied me carefully as his hand moved over my skin with the bar of soap. He held my hands over my head, gripping both of my wrists in his free hand while he soaped my underarms. I studied his laser-focused attention on bathing me. He was a man on a mission, yet I felt cared for and appreciated as he explored my body while he washed me.

"Thank you," I said, smiling at him. "You're so strong, Mr. Hicks."

"I'm surprised to admit this, boy, but I like you calling me Mr. Hicks," he stated. "Even though it is my actual name, the way you say it sounds naughty. A bit dirty, if you will."

"So, tell me this, Mr. Hicks," I began, moving my attention to his cock. "Are you planning on putting that in me when you're done here?"

"Would you like that?"

"Will you take it easy on me at first?" I asked. "I haven't done that in a while."

"Trust me, boy. I'll make sure you're begging me for my cock," he boasted.

"Promise?" I asked.

Cole nodded, so I grabbed the shower wand from the wall and hurriedly rinsed both of us off. I pulled him from the shower, and he wrapped me in a towel before he began drying himself off.

Slapping my bare ass, he pointed to the door. "Upstairs, boy. And when you get there, I want you on all fours at the end of my bed. Do you understand?"

I had to quickly squeeze my dick before I was the next one to blow his load. "Now?" I asked.

He smacked my ass again, so I bolted out the bathroom door and jogged down the hallway, naked as a Jaybird, with him right behind. Once at the top of the stairs, his bedroom was dimly lit, the blackout blinds still down because I'd wakened him earlier.

I yanked the comforter off the bed and did as he requested, waiting for his arrival. Several seconds, and then a minute, passed before I turned my head to see where he was, thinking he hadn't come upstairs yet. But there he was, standing right behind me.

"Incredible," he said. "So smooth and perfect, boy."

Cole came to his knees behind me and placed his mouth on my hole. A bolt of lightning zipped through me, an overload of pleasure hitting my senses. One minute into foreplay, and he'd found my weakness.

"Oh, God," I moaned, arching my back.

He placed a hand on each ass cheek and separated them, fully exposing my pleasure button. His tongue explored as his hands kept a grip on my cheeks. I felt nasty, but the thrill was worth any hesitation I had regarding this being our first experience and he was already eating my ass.

"So hot, boy," he muttered, burying his tongue in me and tugging on my balls. "I love boy pussy."

He held my balls tightly and milked them, sending shock waves of thrilling pain as he continued munching on my hole. I reached between my legs to stroke my cock, but he brushed my hand away.

"Cole!" I huffed, fighting for breath as the thrill of him driving me insane was too much. "I want to come so bad," I whimpered. His answer? He spit on my hole and began swirling a finger over it. "Uunghhh," I cried, barely intelligible.

He pushed his finger past my slobbered-on entrance and let it rest just inside as I got used to it. Then his free hand slid under me and to my cock and he began simultaneously rubbing as he worked his finger in small circles, loosening my hole.

"Relax, boy," he soothed, expertly pulling my strings as I wiggled and writhed under his direction. "I want you ready for my cock," he growled, sending shivers up my spine. "Here we go," he added, pressing a second finger into my asshole. "There you go, boy. Nice and easy like, you nasty little stud."

Cole's deep bedroom voice was seductive, entrancing, and driving me wild with anticipation. I wanted him inside me so badly that I had to focus on not coming from the rush of anticipation I was experiencing.

I have no idea where it came from, but I heard the snap of a condom as he sheathed his tool. Then the opening and closing of a lid before he tossed a small bottle of lube next to me on the bed. Instinctually, I relaxed. I'd tasted what he was working with in the shower. This would not be a walk in the park by any measure, but I could hardly wait.

"I need you in me, Mr. Hicks," I said, laying my face sideways on the bed, splaying my arms to the side, and exposing my ass.

He slapped the head of his cock against my asshole, a warning shot of what was coming. "Take a deep breath, boy," he urged, securing my hips in his hands. "Nice and easy now."

I felt the usual pressure associated with a cock entering my asshole, but Cole was smooth. He broke through my resistance and then paused, letting me relax and take long, slow breaths. After he felt I was ready, he slowly pushed in, inch by inch, before retreating and starting again. Each advance was timed to allow me to give in a little more with each inch of cock.

"So good," I moaned, relaxing around his considerable girth. "Keep going."

"You feel so good, boy," he stated. "So tight and sexy."

He laid a hand on the small of my back and pressed down so he could get the perfect angle to penetrate me fully. Once fully in me, he held himself there, stretching me. After a moment, he pulled his length almost all the way out before sliding back in. We met each other's thrusts slowly until I was comfortable with all of his cock.

He increased his pace and built a rhythm that was beginning to wake my magic button from its yearlong slumber. Each thrust ran over my prostate, causing me to squirm with a rush of satisfaction. Jolts of incredible desire shot through my groin with every pass of his cock over my sex almond.

"Ooohhhh," I moaned, moving my hands above my head, and squeezing the pillow there, diving headlong into the sexual pleasure pool of him making love to me. "Harder."

"Yeah, boy?"

"Harder, please," I begged, moving my head from side to side as I began losing control. I wanted to stay in this zone for hours, but my last release had been too long ago for that. "Faster, Cole!" I yelled. "Please, harder. Faster."

Cole held my hips tightly and began pumping into me furiously, our perspiring skin slapping against each other. "You're being awfully polite, boy. Let loose and voice your true feelings while I fuck your ass hard," he growled, breathing hard. "Fuck you're hot!"

He was right; I was being verbally passive because this was our first time, and I knew I was holding back. When my prostate received pressure and repeated action, like it was now, I could not control myself. The intensity for a man when his prostate is being manipulated, fingered, or abused by a dick, is second to no other orgasm on record.

So much for modesty and decorum."Fuck my ass!" I spat. "Hit that spot, Daddy. Hit it hard!"

"Nice, boy. Daddy, is it?" Cole asked. "Now you're fucking talking, boy."

Both of us were breathing wildly as he slammed into me. My toes curled as I fought the warning my prostate was sending my brain. The wave was building, and I was riding it, praying it'd never break and ruin the hang time. But like all waves, they always hit the shore, and I was about to do the same.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck," I moaned, now biting the pillow in my hand and fighting Cole's grip as I bucked on the bed. "Right there. Right there. Yeah… yeah… that's it… that's… ooohhhh… Fuuucccckkkk!" I hollered. My orgasm shot out like a cannonball.

"Yeah, boy," Cole hissed through what sounded like gritted teeth, huffing and puffing as he was right behind me on his own orgasm rocket. "Take it, boy. Take my load," he roared, almost to the point of no return. "Holy mother… fuck me! Uunghhh!" Ten seconds after mine, Cole experienced his second orgasm.

He collapsed on me, forcing us both to the bed, his cock still quivering inside me. We both gasped for air as we came down from the overload of excitement. Once our breathing had synched and we regained normal pulses, he lifted off and fell beside me, pulling me into his arms. I moved to face him, and we kissed softly as the reality of what had just happened settled around us.

"Well," he began, laying his head back on the pillow I'd just been gnawing on, and sighing deeply. "That was beyond my wildest fantasy."

"Aww, Mr. Hicks," I whispered. "I bet you say that to all the boys."

"Not exactly," he responded. "What you and me just did. Well, that put the letter S at the end of the word boy."

I lifted from the bed, my brow furrowed. "Are you…? Nooo," I gasped.

He smiled sheepishly and kissed my nose. "Yep," he replied. "And I don't count Bodie because that wasn't sex."

"I'm the second?" I asked, incredulously.

"That would be correct, Chad. You are the second person I've had sex with," he confessed. "Weird, right?"

"Unusual, yes, but weird? I don't know about weird, Cole, because I'm kind of speechless after that performance," I stated. "Kind of sorry for the rest of the male population, actually."

"Oh, so now we're back to Cole?" he teased. "Does my news turn you off?"

"Of course not," I stated. "I guess I'm surprised, is all. I mean, thirty-seven, right?" I asked, tapping his chest.

"Ready for another bombshell?" he asked, laying back and putting his hands above his head and sighing.

"Sort of," I admitted. "Maybe?"

"It'll be okay if you're freaked out by what I'm about to say."

I placed my hand on his stomach and snuggled closer. I wanted to be supportive. "Go ahead," I urged. "Lemme have it.

"Well," he began. "As it turns out, I was a virgin until I was twenty-eight years old."

"Wow," I replied, staring at him for a second too long until he raised his eyebrows in question. "Wow," I repeated, at a total loss for words.

I wasn't exactly sure how to respond to the information. I doubted what we'd just done was a fuck-buddy arrangement, that was for sure. Or was it?