He spread his cheeks with his other hand and ran the bulbous tip back-to-front and front-to-back, ticking his coight on each pass. He felt Thomas' dick throb as precum leaked from its tip. He used Thomas' rod to rub his own balls and caress his taint. He continued teasing himself, Thomas' cock hitting a speed bump each time it slid past his ring. Yet there was no sign, other than the clear fluid oozing from the tip of Thomas' cock, the the older man was aware or felt what was going on.
Ashley released Thomas' member and let it lay back down, well almost. It was pointing at an angle, at about 30 degrees up from Thomas' groin. Ashley sat on it, trapping it between his cheeks and Thomas' stomach. He slid his ass forward and backward, riding the underside of the pecker from its balls to its frenulum, then back again, over and over.
Heat was billowing from Ashley's ass and he was ready.
Lifting his hips, just a little, he placed the helmet of Thomas' cock against the guardian ring of his ass and held that position. He pushed backwards. Being stretched out a little already, his ass let the tip in with little pressure. Dildos and butt plugs could never match the warmth and feel of a real cock. He loved the feeling of flesh-on-flesh.
In a manner similar to which he had preformed the blow job, just hours earlier, Ashley lowered himself one centimeter at a time, raising back up until just the tip remained in his ass. Gradually he took more and more into his canal. One time, when he raised up, it slipped all the way out and slapped Thomas' belly. Ashley, left gaping and wanting, reinserted it. When he was significantly deep onto the shaft, he could feel the ridges rub his p-spot.
He kept the same painfully, slow pace, until the entire length was sliding in and out. He was in heaven. Ashley lost track of time. He glanced at a clock on the wall. It read 3:45 am. He had been riding Thomas for 30 minutes. His ass was tired from clenching and unclenching. But the nerves were still on fire, waves and waves of pleasure radiating through his body. His own cock was semi-flaccid, but was shiny, from the sweat dripping down from his chest and the precum running from the tip. Finally, he rested, with his ass pressing on Thomas' groin, enjoying the fullness.
Thomas' eyes fluttered. He had been dreaming. The details, not quite lucid. He struggled to remember, but could only recall that he felt a cathartic release. He was groggy and felt a weight on his body. He opened his eyes. Ashley sat, straddled on his hips, with Thomas' cock buried in his ass.
Remembering where he was, Thomas recalled the blow job from earlier that evening. He, now, felt the muscles constricting and relaxing on his throbbing cock.
Had he really allowed himself to be picked up by a man? That had been his plan, all along, to see if he was physically attracted to men. Old doubts and inhibitions crept back into his mind. But he wouldn't allow them to wreck the way he felt in the moment, the way he had felt hours earlier
He stoically took in the vision of Ashley's ass, engulfing his dick. He recalled the mind-blowing release and desire to hold Ashley, afterwards. Bits and pieces of the dream he had been having flickered in his brain. He looked at the adorable young man, naked, except for the tight, little t-shirt, that only covered his chest, stopping above his cute little bellybutton.
Ashley stared into to eyes that were taking in the situation in which they found themselves. He wished he could read Thomas' mind. But he snapped out of it and thought, "I'm going to at least get something out of this before it's over."
He started the long, slow process of fucking Thomas' pole, again. He loved the build-up almost as much as he did the finale.
Thomas watched as Ashley began riding his erection. Ashley would shut his eyes occasionally, moaning when he would lower himself until their crotches ground together. Thomas lay there, not knowing what his role was. Should he be more aggressive? Ashley was clearly enjoying himself. Ashley caressed his own nipples through the t-shirt as he rode up and down.
Thomas remembered the electricity he had experienced from the play on his nipples earlier. He remembered the seemingly direct connection between nipple and groin, nipple and cock. Only, this time, although Ashley was playing with his own nipples, Thomas could still feel the connection. Each time Ashley pinched or flicked a nipple, Thomas thought he could feel his own cock receive a jolt.
He also remembered the feeling of the ass play that had made him cum and thought about now much more pleasurable it would be if perhaps it was a dick, sliding in and out, rather than just a finger. A very gay way of thinking, he mused.
After a while, Ashley stopped and rolled off of Thomas. Thomas didn't know if he was done. Had Ashley's orgasm gone unnoticed? He hadn't seen any cum being released from Ashley's dick. But it would have been hard not to notice all of the strings and drops of precum on his stomach and Ashley's own.
Ashley stood up and said, "Let's go to bed."
Again, Thomas didn't know if that was an invitation for something more, or a request to get some more sleep. He swung his legs off the sofa and followed Ashley down the short hallway. He couldn't help but notice Ashley's tight butt wiggling in front of him, shiny from lube, precum, and a little sweat.
Thomas entered the bedroom trailing behind Ashley by a few feet. It was dimly lit by a single lamp on one of the nightstands. The room was tidy, if not a little effeminate. There was a smell, maybe flowers, roses, Thomas thought, although none were visible. In the center was a king sized bed with pale pink bedding, neatly folded down. There was a dressing table with a stool and mirror, and lighting like one would see in a theater dressing room. The lights was not on, though.
The room seemed spacious for the small cottage. Then Thomas remembered passing an office off the short hallway. Maybe the wall between had been demolished and moved a couple of feet to make this bedroom larger.
Thomas noticed various tubes, pots, compacts, and bottles of makeup, along with brushes, sponges, and other tools, very neatly organized. He had not noticed Ashley wearing any makeup earlier, so perhaps he kept it very subtle. However, he was not very observant, Thomas admitted.
Ashley crawled onto the king sized bed, into the center of it, and turning his head to look back at Thomas, beckoned him with his eyes and wiggling finger, pointing to the space between his spread legs. "Come here."
So, it wasn't over, yet. Thomas took the invitation and crawled up between Ashley's legs. His erection had waned, being exposed to the coolness of the small air conditioned home. But it stiffened right up again when he took his place behind Ashley. He placed his hands in the small of Ashley's back. Ashley reached back and led Thomas' hardness back to his ass.
He pushed back. Thomas slid back in easily.
Ashley put his hands and arms down on the bed, over his head, with his ass pointed up in the air. He rocked back and forth, his little dick, partially limp began leaking more precum.
Thomas had not intentionally been holding back. He just hadn't built up another load. Regardless, it felt magnificent to have his shaft in Ashley's anus. This being his first time with another man, he continued to let Ashley control the action.
Ashley picked up the pace and Thomas had to adjust his grip, holding on to Ashley's hips, as Ashley slammed back against him, thrusting backward and forward. Thomas leaned down and planted kisses on Ashley's back and neck, as the bed rocked.
Ashley was approaching his own orgasm, but this position wasn't working. It didn't seem to be working for Thomas either, apparently. Ashley just wanted Thomas to fill his ass with cum, so he would finally leave. It was getting late, or rather, it was approaching early morning.
He stopped and pulled off of Thomas. He rolled over and put a pillow under the small of his back. He then pulled his knees up with his arms. "Fuck me, Thomas!"
Thomas laid down on top of Ashley, supporting most of his weight with his arms, next to Ashley's head. He tilted to his right side and used his left hand to point his cock at Ashley's gaping hole. It was obvious he would have to set the rhythm in this position.
He began pumping in and out of Ashley again, making love to him. His motions, slow and deliberate. He bent down towards Ashley's face. He waited to watch Ashley's reactions. At present, Ashley's eyes were closed.
Ashley was conflicted. He had expected Thomas to leave after the earlier blow job. He didn't. He had expected a pump and dump when he had tried nearly every position with Thomas fucking his ass. Still, Thomas was persistent in this "lovemaking" and showed no signs of wanting to leave.
Ashley opened his eyes to see Thomas' face inches away from his.
"What?"
Thomas leaned in closer, staring into Ashley's deep blue orbs. Finally noticing the hint of eyeshadow and eyeliner. The touch made him even more beautiful in Thomas' mind.
