Fourteen

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TOBY

I thinkmy heart stops when I see he's in a jockstrap. Yeah, I might have told him to be wearing one next time he came over, but this had been an impromptu visit. Not something we planned at all. Yet here he is. In a fucking jockstrap with that damn bubble ass perfectly framed for my enjoyment.

Honestly, the way my body reacts to seeing it is as if this is the first time I've ever seen a man in a jock. I assure you, it's not. So far from it, I can't even begin to count how many men I've seen in one.

This is different. Maybe because I've been more turned on by this man than any other before him. Maybe because I can see how nervous and self-conscious he is.

If I'd known before who Atty was, I might say that it could be because I have the Hector Atlas in my room, in a fucking jock strap. It's still completely mind blowing to me. When today is over and I have time to think, I know I'm going to be beside myself.

But right now… I have an ass to tend to.

"Take your pants off. Leave the jock on," I tell him as I shove my pants down on my way to the drawer beside my bed. I'm naked by the time I reach it and yank it open. Behind me, I can hear Atty rustle with his clothes.

Pulling out a condom, I roll it on. Let's not pretend I'm going to have any patience for that fine ass right now. When it's securely in place, I pull out the lube and push the drawer shut with my leg while I squirt some on my fingers and rub it over myself.

I turn to find Atty standing right where I left him, though now he's in nothing but his jock. My groan is nearly a growl. Fucking hell. This man is stunning.

"Come here," I order.

Atty does, looking almost shy. Still self-conscious.

With my non-lubed hand, I grip his chin and bring his eyes to mine. "Are you uncomfortable?"

He swallows and shrugs a little.

"I won't ask some of the questions I'm dying to because you said you need time to think about your sexuality, but Atty, I need you to be honest with me. I have a feeling I've pushed you a lot since we've met and you haven't said a word."

"I made the choice," Atty whispers his cheeks hot. "I knew what you wanted when you asked me home."

I nearly wince. Fucking shit, I should have been a lot gentler with him that first night. Here I thought he was just some gay top. Not that he was a butt virgin entirely.

"Look at me," I say, stepping closer to him. His eyes rise and he swallows again when he meets mine. "Your trust in me is very important to me. There's a lot I should have and would have done differently if I'd known."

Atty shakes his head in my hold. "I don't want you to do anything differently, Toby. I like what we're doing exactly as we're doing it."

I search his eyes and believe he's telling me the truth.

"Just because I've never done it before doesn't mean I want you to do it differently than you have been. I could have told you the first time that I'd never done it like this, but I didn't. By choice."

"Not a very good decision. I could have really hurt you."

"But you didn't."

And I trust you.

He doesn't speak the words, but I can see them in his eyes. Stepping into him, I press my mouth to his and kiss him hard. Sucking his tongue and biting his bottom lip until he moans. "Tell me why you're self-conscious right now, baby girl," I request around his lip between my teeth.

A shiver races through his body. "I've never been looked at like you look at me," he murmurs. "I've only worn a jock during sports, and no one ever looks at me at all. This is just… different. I've also been very conscious of my bare ass since I put it on this morning."

"Your ass is divine, Atty. The absolute most perfect, round, supple ass I've ever seen."

He huffs quiet laughter. I kiss him again and finally, his hand lands on my waist and slides around my back as he pulls me to him. I love being smaller than him and still having control. Though right now, for what I have in mind, it might be more of a hindrance than anything else.

"You know you can tell me when you're uncomfortable with something, right?"

Atty nods. "I told you?—"

"Yes, I know. I'm not talking about your gay virginity, Atty. I mean things like this." I dip my hand down and lightly snap the elastic of his jockstrap. "If you're uncomfortable with it, I'm not going to be upset with you."

"I'm insecure," he admits, shrugging. "But I forget how I feel in it when you look at me."

His cheeks further redden with his words. I have a feeling he's not used to admitting this kind of thing to anyone. Then again, I've seen his relationship plastered all over social media. As much as I ignore celebrity gossip and relationships, it was never hard to see that what we were seeing between Atty and Marie wasn't the fairy tale high school sweethearts romance that entertainment outlets portrayed. I'm not entirely surprised that he's not been looked at as if he's a fucking unicorn.

Doesn't matter. This man is mine now. He's going to know how gorgeous he is because I'm never going to stop telling him. I'll never stop making him feel beautiful.

"You're so damn adorable when you blush," I promise.

Atty rolls his eyes, trying to fight his smile. But I don't miss any of it. I kiss him again, letting my hands roam over his sexy, exposed ass. His dick strains against the dick sack front of his jock and I'm making a mess by rubbing my lubed cock all over him. I don't even care. I need to touch him. More than that, I need to make sure he relaxes. He feels comfortable.

He's a good kisser. Enthusiastic. Knows just how much tongue to use and meets my aggression with just enough push that he doesn't feel like a wet towel but actually involved in the kiss. I've been with enough men that think submitting during a kiss is basically just letting their mouth hang open. Yeah, no. Ew.

"Turn around," I say into his mouth. "Spread your feet."

Atty turns and I grab the lube again to reapply it to my cock. My intent was for light prep and to fuck him standing up. But knowing what I do now, I'm reconsidering. Except that's not what he wants.

If I didn't know that this man's experience with another man is me alone, I'd go to town on him right now. Which is what he says he wants. And I have to believe that since he could have told me many times over the last month and chose not to.

"You're not overthinking this, are you?" Atty asks.

I laugh. "I am. An internal debate over what I should do and what I want to do."

"Does what I want matter?"

"More than what I want, baby."

"Then do what you want to do, Toby. You told me how to get you to stop. I'll say red. Don't treat me differently now that you know."

I have a feeling that he's not just referring to sex. It's likely that most people treat him differently when they realize who he is. Even if they're not hockey fans.

"Let me tell you what I want to do and you can tell me if you're okay with it." Atty sighs, nodding. "I want to get lube in your ass and fuck you standing up. I don't want to spend a lot of time prepping, which is very irresponsible and not necessarily safe. But I love your tight ass and seeing you in this jock makes me want to feel just how tight you are."

Chills break out over Atty's body and he nods. "Do that."

We're close enough to the nightstand that I drop the lube there once my fingers are covered. With a hand on his hip, I stroke his crack and press against his hole. Atty remains relaxed, even when I push two fingers inside. It's a compromise between what I intended to do and what I know is right.

Prep is always important. Not everyone likes to be forced open; that kind of pain isn't for the weak of heart.

I take my time, pushing lube into his ass and gently pulling him open for me. He glances at me over his shoulder at one point and I know he knows that I've changed my mind on the prep. It's not like his ass isn't still going to be tight. Especially standing when he has to use muscles he wouldn't use laying down.

"Toby," he whines in the sexiest breathless voice.

Removing my fingers, I once more make sure there's enough lube on my dick before gripping it and pushing between his cheeks. "Breathe," I tell him. I can just barely see his reflection in the windows over my bed. His mouth opens and he takes deep breaths.

I move my hand from his hip to his shoulder and nudge his legs apart further with my foot. Atty complies without question. His tight little hole accepts my cockhead easily enough and I push in slowly. When I'm far enough that I'm convinced I won't fall out, I grip his waist to keep him where I want him.

He's so damn tight. I swear, he's trying to squeeze my dick lifeless. When I'm about a third of the way in, his shoulders tense. A sweet little choking sound vibrates in his throat.

"Okay?"

Atty nods.

"Spread your legs wider." He does, which sinks him further onto my cock. His breath catches and he lets out a curse.

"Keep going," he says.

I do. I push in slowly, easing my way into his rigid body. I'm not forceful but I keep a steady pace. Feeling the way his muscles work under my hands, listening to the sounds that come out of his mouth. It takes me longer than I thought I had patience for before I'm buried to my balls.

The endless whine that fills the air has me nearly growling like an animal. I grip his neck, pulling his head back on my shoulder. His spine arches, making his ass stick out further. It's so fucking sexy.

Nipping at his ear, I ask, "Ready to be fucked, baby?"

"Yes," he whines.

I'm still slow at first, and keep my hand firmly on his hip as I pull out and gently push back in. He grunts again and Atty shivers. Picking up my pace, I gently tighten my hold on his neck, restricting his air just slightly.

Atty's hands flail, but he's moaning. He just doesn't know where to hang on. Taking my hand from his hip, I reach around and cup his hard, leaking dick through his jockstrap, further bending this man backwards.

"Hold on to my arms," I tell him.

He does. His hands are vices as he clings to me.

"Ready?"

He nods.

And I fuck him as hard as this position will allow. My mouth waters with how fucking good he feels. How hard his body is. The high-pitched sounds he makes. The tears that wet my hand around his neck. His cock throbs under my hand.

"Don't come until I tell you to, Atty."

"Too good," he stammers. "Please." His voice is strangled. Short. Breathless. I flex my hand around his throat again and I feel it in his cock when it jumps in my hold.

"Not yet. Be a good girl for me. You want to be good, don't you?"

He nods as best he can. Tightening both grips, I fuck him hard. Slamming into his supple, tense ass. Atty trembles in my hold. His erotic sounds fill my head, making me heady. Dizzy.

Releasing him abruptly, Atty nearly stumbles forward, but I grip his hips. "Bend over. Touch the floor."

Once more, as always, he does what I tell him to without hesitation. Without question or complaint. I continue to fuck him like this and his noises continue, loud. They've changed, but they're still as intoxicating as they'd always been.

I keep one hand firmly on his hip, holding him steady. Pulling his body back as I slam home. With the other, I slap his ass hard. The crack of it echoes throughout my room. I watch as my handprint comes to life on his skin. I slap his sexy ass cheek again. Again.

The red, hot flesh is so smooth. So taut. I rub gently where I slapped him as I fuck him hard. "You're so perfect, Atty," I murmur. My gaze turns to his hole, raw and red. Covered in lube. Stretched tightly over my fat dick. "Look at how you take me. You like this? Like my big dick in your ass?"

"Yes," he moans. "Please."

"Not yet, Atty. Hold on."

His answer is a sob mixed with a moan.

I press my thumb to the top of his hole as I watch my dick disappear again. I'm mesmerized at how hot this is. How his body adjusts to fit me. My perfect tight little fucking hole, right here. Belonging to the perfect man.

"God, you're perfect," I whisper.

For a minute, I forget everything from half an hour ago. I forget he's Hector Atlas and that he was straight. I forget everything except how good I feel with him. How he's exactly the kind of man I've always dreamed of. Even though there's still so much to learn about him—there are infinite things I don't know—what I do know is that Atty is exactly mine.

I pull out of him abruptly and catch him before he falls into a heap on the floor. I turn him onto his knees and he looks up at me with a bright red face, already covered in tears. His hands automatically go behind his back and he opens his mouth for me to fill it with my load.

The condom is barely off as I spray him, covering his face in my hot cum. It's so fucking sexy. Especially when he licks his lips.

Gripping his shoulders, I heave him to the bed, pushing him onto his back and bend him in half once more with his knees on either side of his shoulders. Shoving back inside him, I'm only slightly aware that the condom is off now as I grip his jock and yank it aside so I can jerk him.

"Come, baby girl. Come on my dick."

I watch him as if in a daze. The way he shakes his head back and forth. Face covered in cum and tears. His jaw tight. His hands gripping the bed.

It's almost slow motion as he comes like a fountain with a choked gasp-cry. His ass clenches around my cock, pulsing. I jerk him, stroking his dick hard and quick, making sure he gets it all out.

There's a moment when he's done, when I'm done, and we remain just like that. Connected with my cock in his ass and his in my hand. His eyes are on mine, locked and I think, fuck I took the condom off.

I let my head fall back and squeeze my eyes shut.

But what comes out of my mouth has nothing to do with me being a fucking moron. "Let me dress you up, baby girl."