The big bear shuddered. “Travis?”
Instead of answering, he smiled to himself and flicked his tongue over the nipple, marveling at how hard it got. John convulsed when he bore down on him with his teeth ever so gently, sucking and licking to soothe the sting of his bite. John tasted salty, but with the faint hint of pool water. Stroking the hairy pecs, Travis thumbed John’s nipples then buried his face and inhaled, the unique musk of his skin having a dizzying effect.
He darted a quick glance up and smiled at John, but his eyes were squeezed tight and his head had lolled to the side. Grinning, Travis licked him once more, savoring him, relishing the scratch of hairs on his tongue. So lost in worshiping John’s body, the tender hand cupping his cheeks, drawing his attention up surprised Travis. John cradled his face and kissed both of his cheeks, the act intimate and tender.
Disbelief battled with arousal in the hazel depths of his eyes. “Do you really want this?”
Travis allowed him to see the raw need, the hunger and desperation he never exposed to others. He’d been with large, imposing men like this, been forced to submit to them. Because of his own insecurities, he’d foolishly tried, time after time, to make them fit into some giant jigsaw puzzle, knowing full-well the picture wouldn’t turn out right. That he would be left wanting and hurt. Used and abandoned. Yet something in John’s expression told him this time would be different. Though they’d just met, he knew John would never hurt him.
With the excitement of finding a missing puzzle piece, Travis smiled. “More than anything.”
“But….” A tantalizing blush traveled across John’s cheeks and down his chest. “But…I’m really big.”
He let out a breathless chuckle. “That’s what I like about you.”
“No, I mean….” He nodded downward, fidgeting restlessly.
Reaching between their bodies, Travis boldly ran his hand across the long, hard rod. The size and heat of it made him shudder and he abandoned his resolution not to beg.
“I knew what you meant. Please, I need this.”
Chapter Six
John didn’t dare believe it. Thoughts worked in the back of his head, telling him if he continued on this path he might hurt the kid. But the wanton, sapphire gaze boring into his went straight to his groin. A surge of possessiveness washed over him when he realized this young, beautiful man did want him.
All logic flew out the patio doors. Overcome with a desperate need to feel Travis’s hot, naked flesh pressed to his own, John reached down and yanked the shirt over the younger man’s head, tossing the offensive Ohio State garment away. Travis gave him a lustful half smile and placed his arms out to the side, offering his body or perhaps just displaying himself. Somehow, the delirious way he licked then sucked on his lower lip as he watched John, coupled with his submissive posture, told him Travis liked giving up control, that he trusted John. Wanted him. His dick strained against his swim trunks, and though he longed to bury it deep in the young body he held in his arms, he would have to hold himself in check.
Kneeling, he slid the smaller man’s swim shorts down. Travis helped him by kicking off his sandals. Once he had him completely naked, John’s breath caught in his chest.
Travis was positively beautiful. Lean, but by no means gangly, his long, white legs with their faint dusting of dark hair were muscular. Runner’s legs. John glided his hands up the backs of his calves, looking up ever so slowly so Travis’s body might be unveiled to him like a curtain revealing a stage. His gaze followed those sculpted thighs and narrow hips to hard, ready cock. For an average height guy, he found nothing average about Travis’s seven-inch, cut prick. The rounded cap, dripping with pre-cum, tempted his tongue. The shaft was unusually smooth and so evenly colored almost no veins were visible. Nestled in neatly trimmed black pubes, it was quite possibly the prettiest dick he had ever seen. His mouth watered to feel its heat and he bit back a whimper.
The faint line of definition straight up Travis’s flat stomach lured John’s hands to wander. He stroked up his hairless chest, tweaking pink nipples before running his hands down lean, muscular arms. He played until the beautiful cock bobbing in front of him captured his attention once more. Cradling the shaved balls in his hand, John tugged at the same time he swiped his tongue over the swollen head, lapping up the fluid. When the bittersweet flavor hit his tongue, a desperate noise escaped from deep in his throat and his own cock hardened painfully.
Fingers wound through his long, wet hair, and squeezed tight while John began licking the length of the hot, silken shaft in his hands. Pausing at the ridge, he rubbed his tongue repeatedly over the sensitive spot just below the piss slit.
“Oh, shit,” Travis gasped.
That hungry sound fueled him on, and with a groan he swallowed Travis all the way down, wanting the whole thing inside him. Wildly, in the back of his mind, he imagined having that pretty cock up his ass, something he had not done in decades. Kurt preferred the bottom and—No! John would not think of his dead partner, not while another man’s cock filled his mouth. He tamped down the ghosts of his past and memories of a life lost by sucking harder. Travis deserved his full attention. John had come on this trip to learn how to accept someone new into his bed, his life. To learn to live again.
Stroking the back of Travis’s thighs and firm bottom, John devoted himself to his lover’s pleasure, nursing the pre-cum from his tip and loving the taste. Having never been a leaker himself, it turned him on like crazy to realize all that fluid dripped just for him. Pumping the spit soaked shaft with his fist, he wrapped his lips over his teeth and focused his attentions on the head, eliciting sexy little humming sounds from Travis. It didn’t take long for the kid’s hips to start bucking steadily, the grip on John’s hair to tighten. Recognizing the signs of a man dangerously close to coming, he released him, enjoying the wet sound of his mouth breaking suction.
Smiling, John stood to his full height. Travis immediately closed the small gap between their bodies, hips swaying in invitation, every pore of his slim body oozing sex appeal. The wet tip of his cock kissed John’s thigh and he held his breath as Travis placed the flat of his hands on his chest like he’d done before, the touch confident yet gentle. He slid his fingers through the hair causing little shivers to fan out along John’s abdomen, settling deep in his groin.
Though John’s midsection had rounded with age, Travis seemed to take great delight in touching his body, playing with and gently ruffling up the fur, caressing him with near reverence. No one had ever admired him like this before.
With a sly grin, Travis’s hands slid lower. John’s stomach trembled when he toyed with his lowest abs, loosening the drawstrings of his trunks. “We should get rid of these, don’t ya think?”
His hand slipped below the waistband and any witty reply vanished with a gasp as Travis firmly gripped his cock. Wearing a deviant smile, Travis never released John’s prick as he obliged the request and shimmied out of his damp garment, the motion jerking him slightly. John groaned aloud when the hand tugged more deliberately on his erection.
“I want you to fuck me with this.” Travis’s lips were as dark with desire as the head of that adorable dick of his.
John whimpered from the almost painful squeeze and drag of the hand on his cock. God, he wanted to bend this guy’s tight little hiney over and fuck him hard. Though he knew actual penetration had to remain off limits—he couldn’t risk hurting him—something in his confident touch told John that if he didn’t take charge, Travis would.
He could not recall ever being afraid of a lover taking total control. Then again, he’d never really been so lost in the touch of another. Hell, only a little while ago he’d rejected Travis, yet now he could almost envision himself collapsing on the bed, legs in the air, as he begged the smaller man to fuck him. Not even Kurt had affected him so fast, made him so wanton.
Fearing the ghost of his partner might enter his mind once again, John removed the hand on his dick. Resuming control, he took ho
ld of Travis by his cute butt and hoisted him up. Automatically, Travis coiled his arms around John’s neck and wrapped his lean legs around his waist. He weighed almost nothing and felt so good in his arms, so warm and smooth. Ankles hooked tight below John’s ass, Travis pressed closer, and the warmth of his pre-cum slicked down John’s stomach. The sensation wrenched a groan from his lips.
He had meant to take the lead by picking him up, yet Travis claimed his mouth the moment their faces reached the same height. The wet kiss, slow and deep, roused John’s hunger like nothing else before. It had been far too long since he’d been here. Wanting a man like this. Needing him so badly.
No, John had never been here before.
In two steps, he had Travis flat against the wall, smashing their naked bodies together. Travis grunted from the pressure. The tip of John’s cock nudged the underside of his sack, but before he could explore the delicious sensation, Travis plunged his slick, wet tongue into his mouth. Clutching at John’s face, teeth banging with sudden passion, Travis sucked on John’s tongue, his lips, anything it seemed he could reach. Groaning, John secured his grip as the younger man did nothing to support his own weight. Like a child being held by a trusted adult. As if, somehow, Travis knew he would not drop him, trusting him to take care of everything.
Travis trusted him so completely he could do anything he wanted to him. Such power and responsibility made his head swim. When Travis shifted, arching closer, he tightened his hold.
He would never let Travis fall.
The intensity of that conviction left him wondering if he meant for this moment or for much longer. However, when Travis began to rock and hump against his stomach, all thoughts were banished. Helpless with the way Travis made love to his mouth and rolled his groin into him, he gave into it, letting the other man set their pace.
Sucking his lower lip slow and hard, Travis pulled back and grinned. “Disappointed yet?”
John couldn’t help but smile back. “No. Are you?”
He ground his dick into John’s belly again, leaving more stringy bits of fluid in the hair. “Very.”
John stepped back and Travis shifted with him. Holding his ripe little ass securely, John moved them to the bed and sat on the edge. Travis straddled his lap, rising to his knees to cup John’s cheeks. Once more Travis took charge, driving his tongue forcefully down John’s throat.
Reaching between their bodies, John gripped their pricks as their tongues battled for dominance. His hand encased both shafts easily, the sensation of hot cock on hard, hot cock exquisite. The continuous pre-cum Travis oozed lubricated his movements as he began to rub them together. God, he loved a man who leaked like this. He jacked them both in a seductive, wet rhythm, trying to slow the maddening passion so it didn’t all end too quickly.
Whimpering and arching his lithe body closer, Travis fucked John’s mouth with his tongue, rocking and gyrating against him like sex incarnate. His hands flew over him, touching everywhere. Pressure mounted in John’s balls and desire frosted down his back. He would come any second.
Sucking in a ragged breath, John broke the kiss and released their cocks so he could apply pressure at the base of his own to stop the sudden, approaching orgasm. Heart pounding, he edged himself back down. Damn, he hadn’t had to do that in ages.
“Hmm, somebody’s excited,” Travis teased, looking down their bodies.
“Shush.” John thumped his larger cock playfully against Travis’s, the switch in sensations calming him further, giving him a chance to catch a much needed breath.
However, it didn’t appear Travis wanted to slow down. Barely giving him a chance to inhale twice, he forcibly pushed John onto his back, knocking a breathless laugh out of him. Like a stalking panther, Travis knelt over him, splaying his hands over John’s stomach. He ran them up his chest languidly to pinch both nipples hard. John cried out in surprise, but his insatiable lover had already moved his hands lower, lost to his own hunger.
“God, you’re so sexy,” Travis murmured as he slithered down his body to wrap his lips around John’s cock, sucking with gusto while his hands held the base firm. The hot, wet sensations enveloping him made John crave Travis’s pretty dick in his own mouth again.
“C’mere.” As if he weighed nothing, John took hold of his legs and twisted him around so his crotch was next to his face in a side by side sixty-nine.
Travis laughed. “Now you’re talking.”
John’s throat had constricted too much to even chuckle at the kid’s enthusiasm for sex. When that beautiful, smooth prick came within reach, he hunched over and took it into his mouth. The silken heat of it on his tongue, the tang of pre-cum, and the heady aroma of Travis’s groin hardened John’s own erection like he was eighteen again.
Just like the ravenous way he kissed, Travis didn’t start a blow job in a leisurely style. He cranked his jaw and took John’s dick completely down his tight little throat. Hips jerking in his surprise, John’s mouth came off Travis with a hiss. Moaning, Travis, drew his mouth up then swallowed him to the root again, his exhales blowing hot on John’s pubes. John had to force himself to relax, not to thrust too hard. And most importantly, not to come yet. But every time the kid touched him, he dragged him so close to the edge he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.
Focusing on the cock before him became difficult as Travis’s expert tongue worked him over, swirling across his dick each time he took him in. Wanting to last long enough to pleasure his young lover, John took a shaky, cleansing breath before trailing his tongue and lips up and down the smooth shaft. Travis trembled beside him, hands caressing the slight roundness of John’s belly. He should’ve been self-conscious of those extra few pounds, but the way Travis ran his hands hungrily over his abdomen made him feel like the sexiest man alive.
How such a simple act could make him feel that way amazed him. As if he’d been asleep all his life and Travis had finally awakened him.
The hot suction on his cock, hands stroking the back of his thighs, his ass, and the smooth, warm skin writhing against John fed his hunger. When that wet, silken tongue ran hard up the underside of his shaft as Travis sucked him to the tip, it almost became his undoing. Flutters of excitement danced in his belly and he nipped a bit at the cock in his hands, devoting himself to the nubile young body he held. He kissed the slim, muscular hip by his face, delighting in the tiny freckles he found there. Needing to get closer, John hoisted Travis’s leg up and over his side, to tongue bathe his shaved nut sack.
Travis giggled and squirmed away.
“Ticklish?” John brushed his hair out of his eyes so he could look down his lover’s body to his face. His large cock rested just below Travis’s cheek, and the contrast of his own darker skin against Travis’s milky white complexion intoxicated him.
“A little,” Travis admitted, wearing an impish grin, his lips wet and swollen from cock sucking.
John ran his fingers lightly across the crack of Travis’s ass and over his balls. Travis wiggled, silent laughter bubbling out of him. Grinning, he tickled the juncture of his inner thigh, delighting in Travis’s reaction. Kurt had always considered sex serious, not a time for silliness. Something about watching the way Travis’s whole being became involved, the innocent way he giggled, brought out John’s forgotten playful side.
Holding Travis’s legs tight so he couldn’t accidently kick him, John delivered a series of tiny licks all over his tight sack, teasing him mercilessly.
“Stop! That tickles!”
However, he didn’t try to escape, rather, he writhed more than necessary so that his cock rubbed against John’s face. It was harder and darker than before. No doubt ready to burst with very little attention.
Wanting to see if he could elicit a bigger reaction, John sucked on a finger, wetting it with saliva. Then he dipped it into Travis’s puckered anus.
Travis’s laughter broke off in an intense, hedonistic moan as John delved inside his hot, tight interior, searching for his spot of ple
asure. With a feeling bordering on veneration, John fixed his gaze on Travis’s face while he probed deeper into the moist cavity. Cheeks red from arousal and closed eyes fluttering erratically, Travis licked his lower lip and bit down, screwing up his face in concentrated lust. John had never seen anything so completely erotic as the expressions Travis made while he explored him. When he finally reached his hot button, he circled the mound lightly.
Travis shuddered hard. “More,” he whispered, thrusting onto John’s finger until it stabbed into his prostate.
Such shameless need seared John to the soul. The very idea of another ever touching the exquisite body in his arms roused something inside him he’d never experienced. He wanted this kid for his own. To hell with what anyone thought. The sudden possessiveness scared him a little.
Keeping his finger buried in Travis’s tight hole, he added a second, garnering a carnal scream from his young lover. Pulling out, he spit a few times into the hole so he could glide without pulling the skin. As he slithered his tongue up and down that pretty, silky cock, Travis took over, fucking John’s fingers. The saltiness of pre-cum and the heady musk of his crotch almost drove John to orgasm though Travis had stopped touching him.
Why was that again?
“Forgetting something?” John nudged him in the face with his wet prick.
As if waking from a dream, Travis’s eyes flickered open. Ass still rocking onto John’s hand, he seized his dick and swallowed it down.
John groaned from the decadent feel of the kid’s expert mouth and tongue. He plunged in and out of his hot channel, giving him what he needed. Travis moaned appreciatively, the vibration shooting straight down John’s shaft and into his nuts.
It didn’t take John long to realize Travis liked harder pressure on his gland than most guys did, feeding the notion maybe he might be capable of handling more than a few fingers. Overcome with an urge to fuck him with all his might, John buried his face in the trimmed bush, inhaling the lust and sweat, as he tried, unsuccessfully, to banish his desires.
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