by M. T. Ossler
The guys I’ve dated in the past only wanted to use me as their own little personal fuck toy. That was never the type of relationship I wanted to have with a guy. I wanted to be able to share every part of my life with them, not just sex. I resolved never finding a real man to love me, just like my loveys had. But life has a way of sending us a curveball and showing us another way. A brighter, uplifting, and freeing way to our shiny futures.
“I’ve never fucked,” I mutter with my heart pounding in my chest. “Ry, I had one serious boyfriend my junior year in high school, and he hurt me, humiliated me, actually. We kissed and jacked each other off a few times, nothing else. I was too scared to go all the way. It never felt right to go any further, and he was not happy with me putting on the breaks. He made a laughing stock out of me at school, saying I was the worst lay he ever had. After that, Bells and Jules were in my ear, telling me that I should be waiting till I find the one that I feel a spark with. The spark I feel when I’m near you. I never had a craving to have a man inside me, not until I met you and got to know you.” I place my right hand over his heart. “I want you to be my first. I want to experience this with only you. Just please be patient with me and go slow.” I slide his right hand from my cheek to my lips and kiss his palm.
I’m so frightened of how he’s going to react to my news, I’m shaking. I know he’s had a lot of sexual partners and is more experienced. He’s slept with men and women. Well, a few girls when he was a teenager but has always preferred men. Him being older and all, he’s had more years to explore his sexual desires. That’s one of the things that drew me to him, along with his strength, an older domineering man is sexy as fuck. I love his take no shit attitude, it’s erotic and makes me warm and tingly inside. And my cock is always hard and throbbing when he’s close. He doesn’t care what people think of him, he’s a real man, tough and assertive. His sexual preferences don’t define him. I know he’s killed, but I also know what’s in his heart. His heart is full of love, honor, and loyalty to his family. My older, big, lovable, rough, badass, biker man soon to be lover, I hope.
“Damn, kid, I never expected that from you. I figured maybe a couple, but not none. I know the girls saved themselves, well...” he says shaking his head. “Anyway, Mister master cucumber blow job teacher himself waited for the right man to come along and claim his cherry. That’s actually... sexy and endearing. I want to fuck you, babe, more than anything, but maybe we should wait till we get back. Take this thing slow, ease the guys into us being together before we get too physical. I want to claim you, I just don’t know how all my brothers will react. I’ve always kept this part of my life separate from the Club, and I don’t want them to say things to hurt you. I can handle them, but I won’t subject you to their vulgar words and actions. They are my family, my brothers, but Ces... Babe, you are my heart, and I can’t have my heart getting hurt.” Tears spill from my eyes at his words. He is my heart too, and this just makes me love him more and want him forever.
I want to tell him. I’ve been wanting to tell him, but I’ve been too scared. I just need to open my heart to him. Just blurt it out and see where the chips fall.
“Ry, I love you, and I want this, with you, here, now. Be my first and only. Love me, body, heart, and soul for as long as this thing with us lasts. I want you inside me before I burst. I need your touch, your lips on mine, and I need to cum,” I purr through my tears before smashing my lips to his. My lips join with his, and I swear it’s like a fuse lighting inside my chest. Our tongues dance together in a passionate tango of lust and need taking my breath away. My body is on fire.
“Aww, babe, I love you too. I’m going to love you and take care of you, forever. We’re forever,” he mumbles through our kiss, and I melt into him. I want forever with this man. Whatever that consists of for us.
I move my hands under the hem of his shirt, touch his chest and travel up. Every dip and valley of his abs glides under my fingertips. Moving my way up from his stomach to the center of his chest, leaving a hot trail of warmth in its wake. We break the kiss for a hot second to remove his shirt. I’m an eager beaver to see his glorious chest. Once his lips are back on mine I go for his pants.
He interrupts my hot pursuit of his clothes to quickly remove my shirt, leaving my lips lonely once again.
Trailing his lips down my jaw, neck, and down to my nipples. Suckling, nibbling, leaving little bite marks on my soft skin on his way to my hard buds.
I get his pants down to his hips at the same time he takes my nipple into his mouth and suckles. When I get frustrated not able to get his pants down any further, he gets up off the bed, removes his pants, and then mine.
He stands there, and I take him all in. His short brown hair, green eyes, on his handsome face, I love to get lost in. Then I look down not able to wait, to see my prize.
Sweet mother of all cocks. Even in the dark moonlit room, I can see his ripped tattooed chest, six-pack abs, and a perfect ‘V’ leading down to that tasty, long, thick cock. That shit is going to tear my ass up when he gets inside me. He’s long, at least eight inches, his girth is half the size of my wrist and... his head is pierced with a ring coming out of his slit, with precum dripping. Not just his dick is pierced either, his nipples are pierced with bars, and there are three rings hanging from his ball sack.
“Ry, sweets, holy fucking cow, your body is off the charts. But that’s a fucking monster between your legs,” I say with a nervous laugh. He gives me his prized winning smile and opens his nightstand drawer.
He grabs a bottle of lube with his right hand and a condom in the left. Then he says with a laugh, “You’ll be fine, babe. We’re going to take our time and have fun all night long.” I’m good with all that, but not with the condom.
I grab his left wrist and shake my head not able to say the words out loud. If we’re going to do this, we have to be all in. I want to feel him, bare. I trust him, so I know he’s safe.
We are going to do this the right way, no barriers, just him and me baring our souls to one another. He stares into my eyes for a few heartbeats, feeling me out. Making a decision in his head, as he sees I really want this with him. I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.
He nods to me, silently answering my request and places it on the nightstand. He gets back into bed, on top of me, back in his place. I spread my legs wide giving him full access to all of me.
No more words are needed. Our hands, lips, and bodies convey everything. Kissing, suckling, exploring my body with every touch. The warmth of his hands and wetness from his mouth trailing all over my hot body. He’s taking his time with me and showing me how good he can make me feel.
I grind my cock against his lower stomach and explore his chest and abs with my greedy hands. Burning into my memory every inch of his body as I make my way down to his hard cock. I run my thumb over his tip, along with the ring, and down the underside. Wrapping my hand around his thick girth, the best I can, and squeeze. I use his pre-cum as lube to stroke his steel rod a few times.
The room is filled with moans from both of us and my uncontrollable whines. The air smells like leather, oil, and mint. The sexiest smells, if I do say so myself.
Ry’s mouth travels down to my bellybutton, stopping to nibble the sensitive skin. Then, he moves over to my hip bone and slowly down to my cock. Kissing my head, running his tongue along my slit. Then engulfing my head in his hot, scorching mouth as he wraps his lips around my hard pole.
“Holy fuck, sweets,” I hiss from the wonderful new sensation of his lips on my shaft. His mouth on my cock is the sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve watched gay and straight porn. “That feels incredible.”
Viewing him, in front of me, worshiping me while looking at me with those stunning greens is about to do me in.
I’m not as big or thick as him by any means and definitely not pierced. My rod is seven inches long and a little more than half his thickness.
He takes the bottle of lube a
nd opens it. Dripping liquid on his fingers, he brings them down to my butthole. He makes circles around my hole, getting me used to the new sensation.
I’m lost watching him, and I’m not sure what to do with my hands. I need to touch him, though. I place my right hand in his hair and massage his scalp to encourage him to give me more. My left goes to his shoulder, needing his heat. I can’t control my loud moans, and I don’t give a shit if the whole damn Clubhouse hears me.
He gazes into my eyes, making love to my cock with his magnificent mouth at a slow pace, driving me insane. His left-hand plays with my balls adding to the intensity.
Seeing his eyes burn into mine, connecting us during this intimate act of love is incredible.
He presses the tip of his middle finger inside me to his knuckle and pumps in me slowly. I ignore the pressure and the slight sting. Between his mouth, finger, and his greens, he’s working me right into a quick orgasm.
Faster and faster, he bobs up and down, taking all of me to the back of his throat. He knows just how much to suck on a cock and not gag.
He’s a master at blow jobs and his finger... I hope I can serve his cock just as well.
The things he’s doing with his tongue around my head, in my slit, feels so good. I can’t hold back, I don’t want to hold back. I have the worst need to cum.
Handjobs never felt this good, whether it was my hand or Peter’s, the few times he touched me. Peter was my only serious boyfriend and the only guy I let get close to me.
“Sweets, stop! I’m going to cum,” I gasp out. I am trying my hardest to control myself and not cum too fast and embarrass myself like a fucking kid. The new sensations are too much.
His mouth comes off my cock, his finger stops, and I already miss them.
“Then, cum, babe,” he says and goes back to my cock, taking me to the back of his throat and back up. He pumps his finger, humming, slurps up my cock, faster. I cum, so fucking hard, harder than I’ve ever cum.
I grab ahold of his hair in my fist and push his face down. My other hand grabs the sheet in a fist. Spots take over my vision as I squeeze my eyes shut to ward off the dizziness.
Screaming his name in pleasure for the world to hear, ecstasy courses through my body, taking my damn breath with it.
He drinks me all up as I come down from my roller coaster of a high he just sent me on. Bliss, total fucking bliss is what I’m feeling.
Ry removes his finger, kisses his way back up my body to my lips as I regain control of my body. I open my mouth to him, wanting to taste myself and him. We taste incredible together. I wonder how he’ll taste on my salivating tongue.
My breathing regulates, and I push him onto his back. He’s stronger than me, but he allows me some control.
It’s my turn to explore his body and learn what he likes…. And test my blow job skills on him.
I drag my hands and tongue all over his upper body, taking my time getting to know every inch of this handsome man under me. Making him moan for me and keeping him moaning is my goal.
I swipe my wet tongue over his nipple bar and tug it lightly with my teeth. This elicits a growl that eggs me on. I tug harder and then suck to soothe the pain. He likes that very much, so I move over to the other piercing and do the same. This is fun, and I’m getting hard again just from hearing the sounds I am making his body sing.
I go back and forth a few more times, testing his limits and enjoying myself in the process.
I glide my tongue down the center of his chest, enjoying every valley and peak of his abs, directly down to his bellybutton, stopping to make love to the knot there.
Not able to hold back any longer, I make a beeline for his cock. I kiss his tip over his ring, darting my tongue out to play with his ring, and etch every groove of his slit to memory. Then, I go in for the kill, swallowing him up. I wrap my lips around his girth and feeling the veins against my lips.
God, I’m in love with his cock already, and I’m going to show him just how much I do. I’ll never get enough of his cock, the taste, feel, and the look.
Chapter 6
Ryder
Holy fuckin’ shit, Ces is good at this, for someone that’s never been with another man, intimately that is. All I can do is lay back and enjoy the look on his face, as his mouth makes contact with every inch of my skin. The show before me is amazing. Nothin’ in all my years has looked this astonishing or felt this amazing. I’ve been ready to cum since I had him in my mouth, but I held my control and didn’t touch myself. He hasn’t touched my cock yet, and when he does, I may shoot my load all over him. Just watching him get off in my mouth was the hottest thing I have ever seen.
I’ve had many men fuck buddies and a few women. Well, only four women, actually. I lost my virginity to one of the club whores at fifteen at my father’s insistence. I slept with the few others after that because the guys would hassle me all the time. I had to hide my true self from them not to single myself out. After a while I couldn’t do it anymore, they couldn’t get me off unless I thought about men. I knew from the age of twelve I was gay and into guys. I hid it well for years, I thought, but Cobra figured it out. He protected me from the guys and them throwing pussy at me.
Thankfully, the Club was more into business than partying back then and still is today, so my sexuality wasn’t that noticeable. Through the years, the guys and the whores left me alone. Then, my Ces showed up, and I couldn’t stay away, nor do I care what they think now. I would never be the type of man to fuck another man in front of them, not like they fuck pussy in front of everyone. I like my privacy. So, it shouldn’t be an issue; we’re outlaws and we play by our own rules.
I meant what I said to him, they are my family, but he is my heart and if my family was to hurt him, I would choose him. He will always come first to me. He deserves that and so much more from me. My guy is strong, caring, lovable, sassy, and funny. He has me falling in love with him more and more every day.
When he asked me earlier to fuck him, I was floored. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve wanted him, but I would never push him. Then, he went ahead and said he was a virgin and I just about creamed in my goddamn pants. I couldn’t deny him, I will give him anything, everything. One look of those adorable baby blues, and I’m putty in his hands.
So, here we are with me on my back, submitting to him, allowing him to love on my body. After giving him his first blow job and draining his one-eyed snake down my throat. Seeing him cum and hearing him scream my name in pleasure warmed my heart. I hope the whole fuckin’ Clubhouse heard him going off in my mouth. Let them all talk shit, doesn’t matter, only Ces does. They will just have to get over it and accept I can get my guy off and make him happy. I’ve heard enough of them and the whores fuckin’ through the years. That’s why I normally stay at my house. I haven’t been to my house in months. I’ll have to take Ces soon.
His mouth lands on my nipples, tugging on my bars just the way I love it. He plays and plays going from one to the other. This is mind-blowing, and I could definitely get used to having him do this more often.
Now, he’s got my cock in his hot mouth, and I have to say those cucumber blow job lessons he gave sure did pay off. He can absolutely take a dick, even with my hoop. No teeth all lips and tongue. I wanted to wait and cum inside his tight hole, especially after he told me no condom, but I can’t. I promised him a full night of pleasure, and I’m going to deliver. Even if that means we cum half a dozen times in the process, it will just add to the fun.
I’ve never gone barebacked before, and at first, I wanted to deny him, but I couldn’t. I can’t say no to him. He’s giving me a gift, and I know I’m clean, so I’m taking it. Gator makes the brothers get tested twice a year, and I just did mine with Sam a couple of weeks ago. Plus, I haven’t fucked in months.
I keep my eyes on his as he loves on my cock with his mouth and manipulates my balls in his left hand. Then, I see his hand go between his legs, stroking himself as he pleasures me.
His lips are swoll
en, and his eyes are glazed over with lust. He’s enjoying himself as he moans and hums around me. Sending spikes of desire through my body.
I’m so out of my element here, in my room with Ces. Sex was just that sex, a tight hole to get off in through the years. No feelings, no knowing the guy’s name, no closeness, no nothin’ personal, it was just having another person to fuck instead of my hand. With Ces, this so much more. It’s all the things I’ve run away from and now here I am speeding forward. I can’t say I feel like I missed out on anything, except not meeting Ces sooner. I’ll have now until forever with him, I will cherish every day and every moment we have together. In and out of bed. I love him, I love Cesare. The first and only man to ever steal my heart. He’ll keep mine safe and loved, and I’ll do the same with his until the day the reaper takes my ass.
I’ve never been a noisy guy in bed, tonight though, I can’t stay quiet. He brings out a side of me I never knew I had. The moans I’m eliciting are new and I like it a lot as I let go with the man I love. What could be better? Well... being inside his tight, virgin ass will be. Soon.
“Fuck, you’re good. Your lips feel fantastic wrapped around my cock,” I grunt out, trying my hardest not to blow my load too soon.
It’s becoming harder and harder to do, though. He’s really good at this. Blow jobs were never my thing, I never could get off from them. I enjoy a quick, dirty fuck with a twink. Never face to face either, I’ve always been good with staring at the guy’s backs.
Seeing the lust in Ces’ eyes, how turned on he is from pleasuring me, that he has to pleasure himself, damn I can’t hold back anymore. I want him to swallow down every last drop of me, but I won’t force him, though. Tonight is all about him. I’m going to go at his speed and take my time with him.
“Babe, I’m going to cum. If you don’t want it, you better stop and jerk me off,” I moan into the room. He doesn’t stop, he moves his mouth up and down quicker, sucking harder and his hand moves on his cock faster.
