Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I remembered the no-talking rule.
He seemed so damned eager to please, but I didn’t want to forget his plea to be treated like the most important thing in my world. I lifted his chin until he let my cock fall from his mouth, and then I sat up and pulled him into my lap for some kisses. He fit against me perfectly and felt amazing straddling my hips with his slender legs. I ran my hands along his thighs and noticed, not for the first time, that he was in good shape. It was clear from his fit body and clear skin that he took good care of himself which would make sense if he was a nurse.
After kissing all over his mouth, his cheeks, his chin and neck, I flipped him over until he lay on his back beneath me. Where to even begin?
I dropped a kiss in the center of his chest and then moved over to suck on the pink disk of his nipple until it pebbled against my tongue. After repeating the same attention on his other nipple, I moved down to suck his cock. I nipped and tugged at the foreskin with my lips, running my tongue around it and getting my fill until I felt his fingers tighten in my hair in warning. I swallowed him as deeply as I could, and he arched off the bed with a cry. His release hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed.
As soon as he came down off his orgasm, he scrambled to reciprocate, but I held him down and kissed him stupid instead. After a while, I grabbed another condom and slid into him from behind as we lay together on our sides. I held him tightly against my front and sucked on the skin of his nape and shoulder as I thrust in and out of him slowly. He reached for my hand and threaded his fingers through mine, clasping it to the center of his chest. When he turned his face back for a kiss, I pressed my lips to his and thought for a brief moment that all was finally right in my world.
It was pretend. I knew it wasn’t real. But just for a moment, I wished to hell it was.
When his body tightened in release and I heard his sweet voice cry out, I felt my own orgasm race to the surface. Heavy breathing filled the room, and my sexy stranger kept a tight hold on the hand he held over his heart. Suddenly he turned around and threw his arms around my neck, kissing me like he was running out of air and I was the only one who had some to spare. It took me by surprise, but I held him close and kissed him back, trying desperately to give him what he so clearly needed.
Finally he calmed down and our kisses slowed and gentled until we were asleep in each other’s arms again.
But, just like he’d warned in the ad, in the morning I woke up alone.
5
Teo
Leaving that beautiful dream man asleep in the hotel bed was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. Not only had he been warm and solid against me, but he’d held me tightly as if I’d truly been special to him. As if we’d been lovers or partners.
The way I’d always dreamed Chris would hold me.
And of course when I left the hotel, all I wanted to do was call Chris and tell him about my incredible night, about losing my virginity and having sex with a stranger. But I would never, ever do that. First of all, I’d never admit it had been my first time, and secondly, somehow talking about my night with FlyGuy would make it feel cheaper than it was.
I rolled my eyes as I pushed out of the hotel’s front doors and into the frigid Chicago morning. I might as well have been a teen diary writer with the way I was swooning over my “first time.” God, I needed to get a grip and move on.
It was done. Good. Virginity lost, check.
I ducked into the first Starbucks I came to and ordered a giant latte. At the last minute, I added a slice of pumpkin bread because apparently I’d somehow also gotten rich overnight.
I rolled my eyes again and stepped back out onto the street after grabbing my order and tipping the barista, determined to return to my apartment and get on with my life. Did I take a little pride in the fact I was acutely aware of my ass in a way I hadn’t been before? Maybe. Did I finally feel like a real gay man for once in my fucking life? Definitely.
I’d spent all night with a naked dick, not my own, pressed up against me. My face stung with beard burn, and my balls felt a bit sensitive. I wondered if I looked different. When I passed the next reflective storefront window, I snuck a glance at myself.