Shooting My Shot -

I allow my shirt to fall to the floor. Focusing on my reflection, I'm able to admire the work I've been putting in at the gym. My shoulders look really toned and while I don't quite have abs yet, my stomach is looking lean. My pecs look great with my hard nipples causing them to tighten up the slightest bit more. Pleased, I halfway rotate to see my back and it looks like some solid progress has been made there too. I smirk.

He notices. While I was always aware of his presence, I did try my best to do what he asked and didn't look over until now.

"Yeah, I bet that grin is due to your hard work paying off. It shows, you look good. Toned, but not too muscle-y, just how I like 'em," he exclaims.

Wait. My body. Mine... is the kind he likes? Damn. I definitely hit a lottery that I didn't know I'd entered.

"Now," he continues, "keep going. Shoes, socks, pants - gone!"

The grit in his voice has my stomach doing somersaults and sends arousal pulsing all the way down to my dick. I toe off my shoes and socks and slip my hands into the waistband of my jeans. If I lose these, he's going to see just how hot he makes me. I'm certain my erection will be bigger than ever, tenting my boxer briefs in an embarrassing way. There's nothing I can do, though, and if anything the slight embarrassment makes this even fucking hotter. I don't realize this inner monologue has me stalling a few seconds longer than I should have.

He clears his throat. "I. Said. Drop 'Em."

I've officially leaped out of reality and into my wildest dreams.

I look at his face and he winks. Damn if him winking at me isn't the cutest thing I've ever seen. That gesture gives me the last little nudge I needed to comply. I undo the button and unzip my jeans. As they slide down my legs and I step out of them, my heart thrums within my chest as if I were running a marathon.

"Ooo," is all I hear him say over my audible heartbeat in my ears. He does a twisting motion with his finger to request a 360-turn. I oblige, but not before adjusting myself a little. At that he says, "hands off... I didn't tell you to do that. I thought you were gonna comply with my every demand?" I nod and damn it if he keeps this up I might really embarrass myself by cumming in my boxers.

"Good, then only do what I ask." He pauses for 30 seconds or so and continues, "Well, looks like someone really is excited." I blush. Hard. I can tell because my face feels like it's on fire - I don't even want to look in the mirror.

My leg very slightly starts to tremor. At first, I don't think he notices, but then as his eyes scan me from head to toe, he does. His reassuring voice returns, "Relax and breathe. Don't be shy about your arousal, it's fucking hot."

I appreciate his words more than I'm able to communicate, but they do little to calm my racing pulse. I look at him for my next direction, but he surprises me.

"Your turn!," he says as he rises to his feet and takes a few steps toward me. "I could undress myself, but I get the impression you might enjoy doing it for me."

He takes a final step into my space and I'm greeted with a delicious citrus, mint, and ocean scent. I must look shocked because he takes my hand in his and places it on his chest. "Feel me. Take in my body and do what you want as you remove my shirt, shoes, and socks."

I take a gulp of air and swallow. I run my

palm down his torso until I'm touching the hem of his shirt. I look into his eyes and smile as I pull his shirt off in one smooth motion. I'm in heaven. His abs are visible and tight. His pecs are perfectly toned and his chest is lightly dusted with hair. I run my hands up and down the sides of his torso and then move them to his pecs and down his abs. It's everything I've ever imagined it to be and more. His skin is smooth and tan with some tattoos spread around. I trace my fingers over one and grin. "You're so sexy," I say.

He smiles and says, "Thanks, but you are too." I nod because I believe him. Before I lose myself in his chest, I kneel to untie his preppy brown boots. He steps out of them and I hook my fingers into the ankle of his socks one at a time, removing them too.

I swear, I'm not even into feet like that, but even his feet are hot. He clearly takes pride in his appearance head to toe, neglecting nothing. Everything about this man is perfect.

As I look up at him, he returns to his seat on the foot of the bed and leans back, ticking his head up.

"Alright, you've seen a little of me now... it's time to crank this up."

I return to my feet and crack a grin, waiting for his next request.

"Step over here and turn around." I do.

"Good. Now, lose the boxers, and bend over," he commands. My excitement immediately spikes and it feels like my heart will burst out of my chest and into his hands. I want him - this - so bad. I turn and slip my boxers off quickly and then bend down, looking at my feet.

The noise he makes is possibly the sexiest sound I've ever heard - a part gasp part "mmm" sound. That, plus the vulnerable position I'm in are so arousing that I feel my hole pulse. I wonder if it was noticeable visually, though not for long.

"Damn! Your hole twitched, that was so fucking hot! You're really that attracted to me, huh? I've never seen that before. That was almost like how a pussy pulses."

His words are going to kill me. I momentarily forgot about his bisexuality but his comparison brings it to the forefront of my brain and I feel even more special that he's doing this with me when he could probably have chosen a girl instead.

The thought doesn't last long, though, as I feel him touch me in an intimate way for the first time. He presses his thumb against the bottom rim of my hole and applies light pressure. I feel myself pulsing again and slightly gaping as I do - our one point of contact causing my whole body to shudder.

"Yes! Fucking yes!," he exclaims as he continues to lightly push on and release the same exact point. It feels unbelievably good and then magnifies by a million when he slowly allows his thumb to sink in. Just halfway but I've never felt this good in my life. How could it possibly get any better?

"Mmmm, yeah relax against me baby," he says in a playful taunt. I do and he switches fingers, fucking me with his pointer and middle finger for a few minutes, but he doesn't push them in all the way. I try to push down against them, but he stops me.

"Whoa! Eager boy!," he says as he removes his fingers. "Not yet. I don't want my fingers to even graze your prostate. That's my dick's job and when it does I want you to only associate my cock with the explosive ecstasy I'm going to make you feel."

My cock is throbbing, pulsing against my stomach. I really think I might be about to release right onto the floor when he slaps my ass and instructs me to face him. It's the moment of truth. He's going to see my rock hard, throbbing dick, and the amount of precum he's been causing to leak out.

I stand straight, take a breath, and spin around.