29. Vincent

TWENTY-NINE

"Your family is …"

"A lot," Kent says. "I know. They worry too much. It's kind of our thing." He scratches his beard, and his soft sweatshirt lifts enough for me to steal a peek at his even softer tummy. "They just want me to be happy."

"Are you?" My stomach flips in anticipation.

"Happy?" he asks. "Generally speaking, I think I'm a happy guy."

"No, I mean … do I make you happy?" With us both freshly showered, I'm digging in my bag for Kent's surprise.

"Very," he whispers, leaning down and kissing the back of my neck. Orange and honey envelop my senses, and I smile. Kent's thoughtful gesture of stocking my preferred brand and scent doesn't go unnoticed.

"I bought something for you." I continue to poke in the duffel bag I bring when I stay over. Sweetums lies next to the bag, wishing, hoping, praying for me to leave it unzipped. No way. He'd sleep the entire night inside it. On my clothes.

Biting my lip, I pull my surprise out. After Kent's reaction to the butt plug, I decided he might like something a little more … interactive. Thank you, internet.

"What do you think?" I ask.

Holding the gadget out, Kent moves back, taking it in. Larger than it seemed online, the baby blue plastic casing cools my palms. Popping the cap off, I show him the opening. His eyes broaden, and his mouth opens a little.

"What, what is that?"

"It's a Fleshlight."

"A flashlight?" Kent cocks his head back and forth, trying to understand what wild sex gadget I've brought into his home. "I've never seen one like that before. Where does the light come out?"

"No. Flesh. Fleshlight. You, you, well … fuck it."

Kent's mouth opens and he nods before moving closer to inspect it. He slowly circles the small hole on the end with the tip of his index finger, pushing and prodding at the material. His finger glides inside and he immediately pulls it out.

"It's so, so, realistic."

I laugh and hand it over for him to inspect.

"It's supposed to be. It's made of something called ReelFeel SuperSkin. Apparently, it feels exactly like fucking someone."

"Apparently? You've never used it?"

I shrug. "Not really my cup of tea. But I thought we could use it," I say. "Together. I figured you might like the next best thing." I nuzzle my temple into his neck.

"Vincent," he says, moving back and taking my chin in his free hand, "you are the best thing. I want you."

"You don't care?"

"About fucking you?" Kent asks, placing the gadget on the bed. He removes his sweatshirt, takes my face in his strong hands, and holds my gaze.

"Vincent, don't you get it? You're all I want."

My legs turn to jelly, and I close my eyes. The fingers on my right hand find my temple. Shaky and tentative, I inhale deeply. And again.

"You want me?" I peek with one eye, and Kent's sexy smile stares back at me.

"Of course, you silly goose. You're fucking amazing." He takes my hand, and kisses each knuckle. "I want to be with you. Whatever that means. Everything we've done so far has blown my mind. It's not only enough … it's perfection. You're perfection."

"Oh."

"C'mere," he says, pulling me closer and holding me tight. "Vincent Manda, you are all I want. You. Just as you are. And I will tell you that every single day if you need to hear it."

With Kent's woolly body plastered against mine, each hair on his stocky chest brushes against my skin. He wants me. Even with my napkins. Wipes. Routines. He wants me. Me.

"I bought something, too," he murmurs. "Can I show you?"

I nod with a smile, still woozy from his words. What's he up to?

Kent opens the top drawer of his dresser and pulls out something long, strappy, and black. The material shimmers and small metal rings sparkle as they catch the light from the bedside table.

"It's a leather harness. I have no idea how to put it on, but I … I thought you might like it. To grab on to."

The smile plastered across my face gives me away. I've seen them online, in movies, and always thought how hot they were, but not something anyone would wear in real life. And here he is, ready to strap it on for me. Every inch of my body hums at the thought of him wearing it.

"Can you help me?" he asks, holding it up with his head tilted, turning it around, and examining every angle.

I inspect the harness, and the earthy smell of leather fills the air as I find the label and orient it toward the back.

"Here"—I hold open the two sides—"slip your arms through."

I guide Kent through putting it on, taking the time to adjust the straps on his back so they provide a secure fit without being overly tight.

"Comfy?" I guide him in front of the floor-length mirror against the wall.

"Yeah, I think." Kent turns around, inspecting his reflection.

"Fuck. It's hot." The leather bands cross and frame his chest, pressing the hair down slightly and creating the perfect place for me to grasp on to.

Just below his breastbone, the metal ring beckons, and I finger it, tugging him close. "You are so fucking sexy." My mouth lands on his, holding him near, lost in his beard, mouth, scent, all of him. When his tongue brushes against my teeth, poking, and he takes a small nibble at my top lip, I'm unsure how long I can wait.

"Now, why don't you get me nice and hard by sucking my cock like a good boy. Can you do that for me?" He's lowered his voice and my dick thumps against his. I'm so turned on that the atoms in my body seem to rearrange. Am I going to be the newest member of the "X-Men?" No, maybe their secret subgroup, the Sex-Men?

"Come." I pat the comforter. "Sit."

Kent sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his propped-up arms. I've positioned him directly across from the mirror. He's getting a show.

"I want to suck you like this." I lower myself to my knees on a folded towel. My eyes transfix on him. "Do you know how fucking beautiful your cock is?"

He shrugs and smiles.

"Hasn't anyone ever worshipped your gorgeous cock?"

"Um, I don't think so. Corrine liked it. Maybe? But worshipped? Definitely not."

"Well, let me be the first."

From this angle, he looks so much bigger than me. I reach and place my palms on the harness, pulling at the warm, smooth leather, until he relents and rewards me with a kiss. As he breaks away, my hands find their way to the warmth and softness of his stomach. My fingers get lost in his furry forest, pressing gently, tugging, wanting to experience every bit of Kent Lester.

"Do you not like my belly?"

"No. I fucking love it." The gentle touch of his tummy sends a buzzing sensation through my fingertips, as if each hair has a story to tell. "All of it. You."

My hands melt into his delicious carpet. The softness of his middle. He's so fucking sexy, and my mood meter is off the charts. Suddenly my amp goes to eleven. I slide my fingers down and comb through his pubic hair. It's thick, still mostly dark, although a few inviting silver strands peek through.

"Kent." I cradle his cock in my hands like the most fabulous treat. "May I?"

"Of course." His thumb traces my chin. "My handsome boy."

My hands around the base, I gently kiss the tip. A sweet scent remains from his recent shower as I nuzzle into him. Slowly, I wrap my lips around the head and take him in as far as possible.

"Fuck. Your mouth feels like heaven." Kent's breath reaches the top of my head.

Relaxing my jaw as much as possible, I take more length in. My hands move to the base, and remembering his fondness for it, I massage under his balls. With pressure right near his hole, Kent shivers, and pleasing him this way sends a jolt of electricity to my groin.

"There you go," he says. "Good boy." A hand glides over my head. "Good boy."

Kent pushes himself forward. His hands pass under my face and land on my chest. While I feast on him, pulsing in my mouth, he begins lightly pinching and playing with my nipples. My knees spread on the towel, giving him a better view of my ass in our reflection, and a rush of excitement jogs through me as he playfully teases my chest while I struggle to catch my breath. And now, my dick, at full attention, craves contact.

With uncanny intuition, Kent's right foot slides up, applying pressure to my cock against my stomach. The smooth gliding motion from my precum heightens the sensation, and I tilt my pelvis back, giving him a better angle to view my ass in the mirror.

"There you go," he purrs. "Your hole wants some love?"

Unable to respond with words, I wiggle my butt and Kent's stomach rumbles with a low chuckle. "Fuck. Look at you." He moves his hands to my lower back, pawing at my ass, desperate for contact. Kent stands, his cock pops out of my mouth, and he slaps my right ass cheek. "Such a sweet ass on my good boy."

There's another crack, and I stare at his beautiful cock, my mouth watering for it. I push myself up to kneeling and am able to swallow him again. Kent leans over, massaging and spreading my ass. His fingers play with my hole and there's another slap as he thrusts into my mouth. As he slopes over my back, his cock pushes deeper down my throat, and a few small choking noises escape my lips.

Kent pauses, moves back slightly, and asks, "You okay?"

Pulling off for a moment, I reply, "Good. Amazing. I love choking on your long, fat, gorgeous monster cock."

Kent's voice is deep and steady. "Good boy. My balls are full of cum for you. Are you willing to work for it?"

My skin vibrates with desire. "Yes, sir."

I resume sucking and shake my ass again, begging for more. Kent takes this as permission to resume fondling. He grabs my cheeks, massaging for a moment, and then lets go before another thwack! The sound and sweet sting send a shiver of delight up my spine.

"Look at your beautiful hole." He's staring at our reflection. "It's so fucking perfect."

When his fingers explore the tender area surrounding my opening, I pause and say, "Wait. Don't move."

I fetch the small bottle of lube that came with the toy. "Here."

While I engulf his cock, spit and slobber dribble down my chin and fuck, right now, I don't care. I swirl my tongue over the tip, and Kent's thighs shudder.

"That. With your tongue. Do that again. Please," he says.

I comply and the sound of Kent rubbing his hands together above me tells me he's warming the lube up. When slick fingers spread me wide and then carefully place a generous amount on my hole, I'm unable to contain myself.

"Your ass. Delectable."

"Now. Sir, please."

Being a side means I get to decide what I want. I want Kent Lester.

With a few soft slaps on my ass, my skin sizzles. Starting with one finger, Kent enters me slowly, cautiously. His concern for my comfort doesn't go unnoticed.

"You're, you're," he says, "so fucking horny for me."

"Mmmh," I mutter into him, my head bobbing on his cock, because yes, I am.

"You've got my cock so fucking hard," he says. "Your beautiful lips wrapped around me."

Focused on the current task at hand, when Kent slips a second finger in, I'm too distracted to stop, but I pause, inhale deeply through my nose, the sweet smell of his sweat mixing with the soap, and remind myself to relax.

Breathe. Relax. Breathe. Relax.

Kent's fingers move past the ring of muscle, and my ass welcomes him as a wave of pleasure flows from my hole outward, overtaking every nerve in my body. He's completely still. Waiting.

Removing his cock from my mouth, I beg, "Please. Finger me. Harder."

Kent slides his two fingers in and out methodically and carefully. Without warning, he stands, retrieves his glasses from the bedside table, and moves behind me.

"I need to watch this. Closer. See my fingers in your horny hole."

Resting my head on the bed, I push back, allowing Kent's fingers inside further. He pauses. "Your ass is fucking perfect. Does this feel good?"

"Oh yeah. So good. Don't move. Let me do it."

I begin rocking back and forth, fucking his fingers, letting him simply witness the action.

"There we go." Kent's voice, low and steady, compliments my movement. "You're fucking me like such a good boy, Vincent. Such a good boy."

I can hear his right hand jerking himself, the slick sound of my spit around his cock. He's speeding up, and I do my best to match his rhythm. My body thrusts and the tips of his fingers delve deeper, sending an electric current through me.

"There, Kent. Right there."

I grab the Fleshlight from the bed, lube it up, and position it between my legs with the opening facing Kent. The cold plastic pushes against my balls, sending a quick chill through me before my thighs warm it.

I hold the toy in place with one hand while the other braces against the bed. "Fuck it."

With his two fingers still lodged deep inside, there's pressure when Kent tentatively slips his cock inside the toy.

"Um, that's wild," he says. "It feels …"

"Like my hole?"

"Yes."

With a few thrusts, Kent matches the rhythm of his fingers inside me with his cock inside the toy. The room fills with a crescendo of grunts and gasps, echoing the desire crashing over me.

"Vincent, hang on … I need to …" Kent's fingers withdraw, and he collapses on the bed. My heart races, and I quickly move next to him.

"Are you all right?" His heavy breathing alerts me, and I gently kiss his cheek above his beard.

"Yes, just cramping. My legs. I can't do that, stand while … doing that for too long."

I run my thumb under the smooth, soft leather across his chest, checking it's not too tight. There's plenty of room, and his breathing seems to steady.

"Why don't we stop," I suggest.

"Are you kidding?" He lifts his head and points to his cock, still rock hard, aimed directly at us.

"Don't move," I instruct.

Retrieving the toy from the floor, I sit next to Kent, take hold of his cock, and guide it in. Using both hands, I slowly begin fucking him with it. Soft moans escape his mouth, and when his hand reaches for my waist, I shift my hips, allowing him better access to my hole. Recognizing my hint, the two fingers sending me over the edge a few minutes ago easily slip back inside.

"Holy fuck," he purrs.

"Am I a good boy now?"

"So good. The best boy. You get a gold star. No, two!"

My gaze ping-pongs between my hands clutching the toy and the mirror, and seeing his cock plunge in and out of the toy from both angles makes my mouth water. A laugh spills out of my mouth, followed by a whimper, when Kent's fingers burrow deeper again. Shockwaves pulse through my body as the suction noises from the toy being fucked by Kent's fat cock fill the room.

"I'm close," he says. "What do I do?"

I pull the toy off him, and there's a sudden, loud snapping noise when his dick pops out. Taking him in my hands, I do my best to take over, jerking him fast as his fingers fuck me deeper.

"Vincent, I'm going to … Do you want it? On you?"

Being covered in Kent Lester? "Yes, sir. Please. Come on me."

Moving my head closer, I aim his cock near my cheek. Kent shakes, his hips thrust up, and warm liquid blasts my face, pooling and then slowly sliding down my cheek. With a quick glance at my reflection, I see my face adorned with Kent Lester's orgasm, and I'm unable to hide my smirk.

"I'm so close." I push back onto his hand. "Keep fucking me with your fingers. Please."

"How deep?"

I'm not sure how much further he can possibly go, so I say, "All in."

"Of course," he says, taking over as I focus on my cock. His fingers, deep inside, my body fused with his, the thought of us being so close, connected, and with only a few strokes, I'm ready.

Sensing I'm on the brink, Kent says, "On me. Come on me."

Without taking my hand off myself, I kneel next to him and ask, "Where? Quick …"

"Right here," he says, pointing to his open mouth.

Reaching up, Kent thrusts his fingers inside, caressing and massaging depths I never knew existed. My orgasm charges through me like a freight train, shooting long, thick ribbons of cum toward his face. As he opens his mouth, some of it lands on his tongue while the majority finds its way onto his bushy beard. My hole clenches around Kent's fingers with each spasm, releasing any tension my body clings to. "That's my good boy. All over. Every drop." Kent pulls me closer and licks at the head of my cock. "Good boy."

Using his free hand, he wipes the cum from his beard, popping two fingers into his mouth and sucking as much off as possible.

Finished and drained, I collapse next to him, snuggling up to his chest.

"Wow," he says. We're both momentarily still. "That was fucking hot."

He cranes his neck, and his lips brush the top of my head, slowly sprinkling my entire dome with mini kisses.

"Look." He nods toward the mirror opposite the bed. "Look at how beautiful you are."

Our naked bodies, my arms wrapped around Kent, reflect back and seeing us like this stirs something in my soul. Like two LEGO pieces snapped together, we fit perfectly.

Unable to move, I lie on Kent's bed, enjoying the view.

"Do you want a shower?" he asks, but my buzzing brain can't quite string words together. I nestle into his chest, the soft hair soothing me.

"Hungry?"

"Meh," I eke out.

Kent lies next to me, and I bury my face into his torso.

"C'mere." He wraps his arm around me. "Whenever you're ready, my sweet boy." Kent plants a soft kiss on my head and squeezes me close. "I got you."