His bed is firm under my naked back. It’s just after lunch, but the room is dark, and I’m alone. He never bothered to open the curtains. The meagre light that filters through the thick, spartan curtains makes the ceiling glow pink. I lay waiting for… what? I wonder. I can’t reach my phone now. Did I make myself clear? I struggle to remember what I told him.
“I like to be used,” I had said.
“☺Well then, How soon can I use you?” He asked.
Though he’s a working professional, he happens to have the day off today. He lives in an apartment building full of old ladies. Despite his athletic figure, he’s a geek – his copy of the Exploding Kittens card game (adult edition) lies opened on a shelf, displayed with other techno gadgets. I imagine he works at Manulife, preparing reports. Each day he jokes at lunch with his colleagues, but they have no idea he’s gay.
It’s only on his day off that he can live out his desires. I know nothing about him. I know only that today, he desires me. Or, I frantically hope, my mouth. I made that clear. I think.
I hear him washing his hands and other parts in the adjoining bathroom. The sink turns off and I hear nothing. I can’t see him. I am facing the ceiling, head just off the side of the bed.
The floor under the plush carpet creaks under his footsteps as he approaches.
I see him now. He’s nude, ready. His chiselled body towers over me, eyes sweeping across my body. He sees my hard dick and smiles. He moves his hands to his cock. It’s purple tip already protrudes from his tan foreskin.
He reaches under my arms, grabs my armpits, powerfully pulls me into position. I open my mouth to clarify his intentions, but he slides his dick into it.
The taste hits me first. He didn’t wash well – thankfully – and I savour the strong flavor of his musk. I roll his hardening cock head around in my mouth, licking it off, and sigh in gratitude. He rocks back on his heals and his penis inflates in my mouth.
He finally pulls out and I see him looking down at me again. “You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah–”
He steadies himself and plunges in. From this angle his cock easily butts against the back of my throat. He quickly gets a rhythm going. I open my eyes. I can see the doorway and the darkened bathroom behind us. I can see his inner thighs. I can see the cleft of his ass between his legs. I feel his balls, shaved smooth, moist with sweat, draped over the bridge of my nose. I suck in a huge breath rife with his scent, and it makes me high.
He’s bent over me, hands on my rib cage, and spurned on by my obvious enjoyment he goes deeper. I’m being smothered by his testicles now, and I can only suck in quick breaths between even quicker thrusts. His penis presses in and snaps past my palette. I feel it deeply in me, and it fills my throat and airways, and I can no longer breathe.
I’m holding my breath, almost dizzy, trying to delay pushing him away. As a distraction, I grab my own cock, and feel its amazing hardness. The seconds tick by. I relax, trying to do anything but breathe. The blood in my ears is deafening, pounding like a waterfall. He fucks me, unaware or uncaring, and I feel every thrust go further toward my belly. I feel like I’m full, swallowing a python. I’m dizzy now. The lack of air makes me giddy. I suddenly realize I’m squeezing my dick and as I let go, I feel myself cumming, powerfully, blindly shooting thick ropes into space. I’m convinced it must have drenched him and his expensive sheets.
He’s stopped now, because I’ve shoved him away. I’m hyperventilating, sucking in sweet air, waiting for my ears to stop pounding.
Finally, I take a deep swimmer’s breath, lean my head back, reach around, and grab his ass with my hands, pulling him forward again.
He goes faster this time, making up for time lost. He presses down on my ribs with his hands while he fucks my mouth and throat. This time, he gives me brief pauses to suck quick breaths, and we’re able to go longer. How long? I’m still light headed. I don’t know. It feels like a half hour. We’re both sweating now and his balls, my face, and my hair are wet with the effort.
He pulls out now, lifts his cock over my face, stares into my eyes and jerks himself. I reach behind him and grab his ass, playing, fondling him, letting my fingers slip inside the slippery crack.
He stuffs his dick in and thrusts hard, and his whole body tenses. His hands are again on my ribs, crushing with his full weight, as he lifts his heels off the floor. His cock spasms and I feel his balls erupting into my throat. When he is done, he leaves it in, just standing there letting me suck him, so I can gently coax out and savour each delicious drop of his cum.
A long while later, he turns away, reaches for his underwear.
“That was amazing,” I rasp. “You delivered as promised.”
“It was fun. Thanks,” he says.
When we are dressed, he walks me to the elevator. He shakes my hand, as if we were at work colleagues and had just cemented a deal. Perhaps we have.
“Let me know your next day off.” I tell him.
“Yeah. it won’t be long.” he says, with a devilish gleam in his eye.
The old woman in the elevator looks at me suspiciously after the elevator doors close. I make plans to head to the Chapters book store to hang out and sip an iced latte. I’ve had my fill of cock for the day.
Or so I think. It is only lunchtime.