24. Kent

TWENTY-FOUR

"Hey."

Vincent greets me at the door wearing a white V-neck, cream joggers, and bare feet. The man knows I'm a sucker for him in a V-neck. The area below his Adam's apple invites my gaze, and I do my best not to stare.

I hold the takeout up. "Got your regular. And extra napkins."

Vincent smiles, takes the bag from me, and heads to his kitchen.

"Thank you. And I have plenty of napkins."

From behind, his thin shirt hugs his back, and I can make out his shoulder blades. I slip my shoes off at the door and follow him into the kitchen, my eyes wandering down to his plump ass. With each step, it seems to taunt me. First, his feet. Now his ass. Maybe everything about Vincent Manda excites me.

"Are you hungry?" Vincent sets the bag on his island. "Or did you want to take advantage of … my mood from earlier?"

He's in my arms, nestling into my neck. The skin of his head rubs against my beard, and I can't help myself—I give the top a little peck. I want to kiss and lick his entire head, but Vincent probably wouldn't like that. I'm here one minute and he's got me going.

"That was," I say, glancing at my watch, "almost seven hours ago. Your mood, it's still …"

With his head still cradled on me, he nods. He turns toward my face and plants a kiss on my mouth. Soft. Lips closed. There's a deep urgency.

"Bathroom," he says, and I follow him, tossing my coat on a stool as I walk. It misses with a loud thud on his hardwood floor, but neither one of us pauses.

We stand at the vanity, brushing our teeth, and when I look in the mirror, Vincent's gaze never leaves mine. This "mood is right" thing is fucking hot. He's a horny bugger when it happens, and well, who am I to complain? Having an inkling the night might lead to this, I popped one of my magic blue pills in the car. Even though I haven't needed them with him yet, I'm not taking any chances tonight.

Vincent rinses, spits, and says, "We're just showering."

My face falls and my stomach clenches. Have I misread him?

"Oh. Okay."

"I'll be a good boy for you after."

His words send a surge of blood and energy to my groin. My lips part, and I exhale through my nose as my cock thickens in my pants.

Under the hot water, side by side, we wash. Water droplets cling to Vincent's eyelashes, sparkling under the shower light. I could stare at him wet like this all night. When he reaches for his back, I take a pump of soap, the citrusy sweetness filling the stall, and lather him up. My hands glide bubbles over his strong back muscles. Besides scrubbing him clean, I get a few good grabs at his sides. Being so close, his energy radiating through my hands, sparks fire in my core. As the pill begins to perform its magic, a surge of excitement barrels through me.

When my hands reach the base of his back, his ass only inches away, I pause. Ruth said to "ask for what you want," and heeding her advice, I swallow and say, "May I?"

Vincent's hand reaches back and lands on mine. Carefully, he glides my soapy palm down until it's cupping his ass cheek. With the same care I took on his back, I lather and wash him, taking my time to enjoy every ounce of muscle and spot of skin.

And then, for all that's good and mighty in this world, Vincent Manda reaches back with both hands and spreads himself wide, exposing his magnificent hole.

"Can you get it all? Please?"

My cock, now fully firm and throbbing, may not survive this. And my heart, fuck, my fifty-two-year-old kicker races, and this would not be the moment to have palpitations. Closing my eyes, I steal a few breaths to calm myself. Easy, Kent.

Another pump, and using my index and middle fingers, I carefully apply the soap to Vincent's opening. Patting the tender skin, my fingers tingle with electric jolts of pleasure. Using both hands, I lather and rub, being careful not to enter him. Not here. Not now. Not yet.

"Oh," he moans, "So gentle."

I lean my forehead on the nape of his neck. "Let's get my good boy nice and clean."

Glancing toward the large mirror over the vanity, I get a better view of Vincent's arched back. His perfect ass tilted upward, allowing me to massage and get him clean enough to feast on.

"So sweet," I say into his back. "Spotless."

My fingers gently spread him wider, and my middle finger lingers. "Okay?"

"Fuck, yes."

With permission granted, I carefully enter, only a bit, the bubbles and water providing enough slickness for my fingertip. Our reflection sends sparks to my core. I've never seen myself doing such things to someone this way. The view of our bodies in the mirror, Vincent slowly pushing back into my finger, my left arm wrapped around his waist, might be the sexiest thing I've ever seen. He slopes his head back, and it lands on my forehead. I can't resist moving my lips to his neck, tasting his scrumptious wet skin.

My cock rubs on his thigh, and I'm lightheaded from the contact. Or maybe all the blood has left my head for my groin.

"Kent?"

"Mmmh."

"Bedroom. Now. Please."

There's a pleading in his voice. He turns around, his erection rubbing against mine, the water rinsing the lubrication of the soap and bubbles down the drain. I take his chin in my hand and hold him steady while I kiss him. The spearmint from both our mouths creates a cool crispness that makes my lips tingle.

"Look." I nod toward the mirror.

Vincent's gaze catches mine in our reflection. "You like watching?"

"You? Yes." I guide Vincent in front of me, palming his cock, as I observe over his shoulder.

"Are you ready for me to be your good boy?"

Words escape me, and I moan into his neck, turning him toward me. Vincent's tongue traces my lips before he returns to kissing, and his hands hold our hips firmly together. I'm so ready to ravage this scrumptious man.

We towel off, our hard cocks caught on flying fabric and stimulated by the contact of soft cotton. I keep drying myself until Vincent places his hands over mine and says, "Enough."

He takes my towel and tosses it into the hamper with his. It lands on the edge, not falling all the way in. He shrugs and pulls me by the hand to his pristinely made bed. Vincent lies on his back and puts his hands behind his head. Not a hair on his body, and his nipples and the head of his cock the same rosy pink, I'm tempted to lick every inch. He's on full display, and my eyes can't decide where to land. "Come," he says, patting the spot next to him.

I lie on my side, pressing against him, and he kisses me. There's enough pressure to make my cock twitch against his thigh, and an adorable laugh spills from his plump lips.

"What do you want to do?" he asks.

Ask for what you want. Ruth's words swirl in my head. I'm a grown man. More than grown. There's no harm in asking.

"Would you like to sit on my face?"

Vincent kisses me again, harder this time, his lips pressed on mine, and when he pulls away, he takes tiny nibbles at my lower lip. "I'd love that."

Gently, he pushes me on my back and climbs over me on all fours. Facing the foot of the bed, he lowers himself back, pauses, and says, "Ready?"

His ass, about a foot away from my face, the familiar orange and honey swirls, and all I can think to reply is, "Fuck yes."

Bracing himself on the bed, he maneuvers into position. My hands grab his waist, guiding him back. With my head propped up on two pillows, I rest my neck and start by giving each ass cheek a little kiss.

"Your ass is so fucking sweet." I pepper his soft skin with kisses. "I'm going to devour it."

Vincent's breath hitches, and he shivers, but he stays where my mouth can reach him. Repeating the motion from the shower, I use my hands to spread his cheeks. But this time, my tongue takes over, licking the pink skin around Vincent's hole. He's calm. Still. His hard cock hangs down, brushing the hair on my chest occasionally, letting me know how turned on this makes him.

"Vincent?"

"Uh, huh?" He sounds intoxicated.

"If I do anything you don't like, you tell me." Once again, I give his cheek a small kiss. "Understand?"

"Okay."

And with that, I spread him wider than before, take a breath, and dive in. My lips kiss the entire perimeter. Dotting wetness on every spot. Finally, landing on his gorgeous hole, the whiskers of my beard brush the sensitive skin, and his body pulls slightly, but he doesn't protest. My tongue enters him, and again he shudders. "Fuck, Kent. Fuck."

He likes it. Loves it, maybe. I do my best to stick my tongue as deep as it will go, slurping, licking, flicking, and lapping up all I can of Vincent Manda's hot gripping hole. My cock, throbbing from the pleasure of eating him out, calls for attention, and I let go of one cheek to reach down and jerk myself off.

"Let me," he says, pulling my hand off.

I move it back to join my other hand in keeping him spread open, and his mouth, his fucking delectable mouth, kisses the tip of my cock. The sensitive head, so grateful for the touch but wanting more. My hips rise as I go back to devouring Vincent's ass.

Slowly, Vincent takes more of my dick in his mouth until he's as far as he can go without choking. There's a gagging noise, and he pulls off. I quickly stop and ask, "You okay?"

He turns his beautiful beet-red face around and replies, "I'm awesome. I love choking on your massive cock."

Okay, then. I caress his cheek, damp with spit, taking his beautiful face in.

"You suck it like such a good boy."

I've fallen right into this dirty talk with him. Each word dispatches more blood to my dick. I resume coloring the inside of his hole with my tongue, and Vincent goes back to blowing me. Small grunts and choking noises escape his lips, but he's definitely enjoying himself, so I don't pause again.

Pushing himself up, he shifts to jerking himself off. With his body raised, gravity takes over, and his ass completely covers my face. My mouth attaches to his hole like a siphon, with my tongue working overtime to keep him pleasured.

"Deeper," he moans, and I ram my tongue in further. "There you go. I love being good for you."

Exploring his warm sweetness makes my heart race, and I'd be content to stay this way forever. He gently rocks back and forth, helping me fuck his hole even deeper. My beard becomes a sloppy mess, but Vincent seems to enjoy it. His fingers crawl through my chest hair, lost in the moment. If I looked up heaven in the dictionary, I'd expect to see a photo of Vincent Manda riding my face like a professional surfer on a massive wave.

"Kent, you're going to make me come like this." His words spur me on, but replying isn't possible in my current state. I slide my hands to his hips and pull down, attempting to get my tongue even deeper. His opening contracts slightly around my tongue, but I persist. Vincent grinds my face, jerking himself off, my own hard cock pointing right at him, patient and waiting.

"Oh fuck, fuck. Kent, I'm coming …"

My tongue, lodged deep inside him, senses it first. The pulsing. Vincent's ass clenches with each spasm, and his warm cum showers my cock and thighs. He's whimpering, the release undoing him from the inside out. My face warms, the heat of him unloading, letting go, literally raising my temperature. I don't stop because I can tell he's not finished, and I'm determined to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of him. The last few spurts coat my hairy belly, and Vincent slumps over, lying motionless on his side.

If I died right now, at least I'd have a giant, ass-eating grin on my face.

"Holy fuck, Kent. Holy fuck."

My lips pull into a satisfied smile, knowing I've rendered him boneless.

Vincent raises his head to take in the damage. "You're a mess."

"You drenched me like a good boy," I say. "I fucking love it."

Lying still seems like the right plan of action, at least for the moment.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks.

"Um, of course, but I'm kind of covered …" I point to my mouth. "In you."

Vincent leans over and kisses my forehead. It's so damn tender and sweet. His lips move to my nose, and then he kisses each of my eyes. Baby steps.

Reaching down, I grab my cock, hungry for attention, and begin stroking.

"Wait."

"Vincent, I'm good. It won't take me long."

"I know, but I bought something … for you."

He props himself up, reaches over to his nightstand, opens the drawer, and pulls out a small toy. It's about two inches long, wider in the middle, and looks like something you might use in the kitchen. A juicer, maybe? And it's hot pink.

I tip my head and run my fingers through my hair.

"It's a butt plug," he says, biting his lower lip.

"A what plug?"

He laughs and shimmies over next to me. His face hovers close to mine, and my reflex is to turn away. He's all over my lips. My beard. My entire face. Corrine never cared to kiss after oral, and I never argued with her about it. Vincent leans over and delicately kisses my lips.

"A butt plug. I bought it for you. I thought you might like to try it."

Would I like to try it? I have no idea. When Vincent told me he was a side, I just thought that wasn't something we'd do.

"Thank you?"

Vincent smiles, sliding the toy across my chest.

"I just figured my ass was off the table," I continue.

"Well …" Vincent holds the plug closer so I can inspect it. "This is on the table."

"I haven't … prepared," I say, unsure what that might entail for the toy.

"It's small. We haven't eaten." Vincent places his hand on a clean area of my stomach. "Do you feel okay?"

"Yeah. I think so."

"Good," he says with a wink.

And because everything with Vincent is like a new adventure, I shrug and say, "Why not?"

Vincent grabs a small bottle of lube from the drawer and sits up. He squirts a good amount onto his fingers and says, "Open, please."

I smirk and do as I'm told, moving my legs apart enough to give him access.

When the chilly liquid lands on my hole, I shiver and say, "Um, hello, cold!"

"Sorry, I should've warmed it up. It's so … sticky."

Vincent's face contorts in discomfort, indicating his dissatisfaction with the texture, yet he doesn't stop. Even the simple pressure of applying the lube creates a new sensation.

"There you go," he coos. There's more lube. More fingers. "Yes. You've got a hairy hole." Vincent licks his lips and my cock throbs with each swipe. If this is any indication of what's coming, I'm not sure I'll last long. He adds a few more squirts and then moves the plug into place.

"Ready, Mr. Lester?"

I nod and close my eyes. The tip goes in rather quickly, but where the toy becomes wider, there seems to be a disconnect. It's not very big, but I've also never had anything in my ass before.

"Take a deep breath. Try to relax," he says. "Let's take two together."

My eyes locked on his, I follow his lead, inhaling and exhaling slowly, and on the second exhale, Vincent slowly pushes the toy inside. At a certain point, my muscles relax enough to accept it, wrapping around the plug and sending frissons of pleasure through my body. My cock, still hard, becomes even more rigid. Somehow, at fifty-two, Vincent unlocks something inside me I didn't know existed. But there it is. A new delight. Waving at me from inside. The pressure of the plug creates such an intense buzz that it's possible I'll come at Vincent's first touch.

"Good?" he asks.

I sigh, my stomach deflating, and nod. "I, I, um, yes, good. Fantastic."

Vincent's lips twist up, and he moves down to my dick. Swiping his own cum from my belly and chest, he takes it in his hand and slowly begins stroking. The tension from the toy and his hands, slick and slippery, is almost too much to handle. This might top him riding my face. He moves a foot toward my hand, and I grab it and massage his toes. My eyes roll back in sheer delight at the intensity of bliss. Thinking about eating his ass, my tongue buried inside him, while all this happens, starts my orgasm. It's happening quicker than usual, and I blurt out, "Vincent, I'm close. I'm gonna come. Very soon."

My cock fills his hands. He uses long strokes, the back of his head in full view. My heart bursts with desire, watching him from this angle. I can't hold back any longer, and when the first drops of cum break free, Vincent takes my dick into his mouth, sucking and slurping, sending me right over the edge of glory.

"Oh fuck, Vincent. Fuck."

More words than I thought possible, but I got them out. My dick gushes, the relief of each spurt threatening to rip me in half. Pressure from the toy causes more volume than I've shot in some time, and Vincent, his mouth wrapped around my rigid cock, drinks it all in.

"Look at you, taking my cum like a good boy."

"Mmmh."

My chest pounds as Vincent continues to suck, finally licking the head clean. When I finish, he takes my dick out of his mouth, turns around, holds his index finger up, and hops off the bed. I lie there, motionless from the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced. Mind-blowing. World changing. Life altering. Louis's brisket has nothing on this. What happens now?

I lie there, unable to move. The shower turns on, followed by music. Guitar strumming. Bright and airy. Joined by a bass guitar, and finally, the drums kick in. Vincent has it turned up so loud that surely his neighbors can hear it. The voices, male and female, in unison, join in, and when the hand claps finally start, I can't help but smile. They're singing about love. "I Don't Want to Know"—his reward for the euphoric experience we shared.

I probably should remove the toy from my ass before he returns. Maybe clean up. But I'm not sure where to put it. What to do with it? Where to go? Or if I'm able to move yet. Am I in a sex coma? I simply lie still, basking in the ecstasy and aftershocks of what just occurred.

Vincent returns wearing a T-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. His sweet face stares, those eyelashes flutter, and I want to grab and cuddle with him for eternity. But that would require moving.

"Here," he says, handing me a damp washcloth. "You might want to hop in the shower." I push myself up, take the washcloth, and head for the bathroom. Before I leave the bedroom, Vincent takes my hand, pulls me close, and says, "Don't take too long." He gives me a soft kiss on the cheek and whispers, "I'm starving."