Disclaimer: This is a new story I'm working on. I plan to write in smaller chapters so I can push out new material more frequently. I do my own editing, so disregard any mistakes. All characters are 18 years or older. I'm appreciative of any and all feedback. Thanks!
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CHAPTER 3: Nick finds himself running back for more.
I was only asleep for a couple hours but I felt like I was coming out of hibernation. Even with the curtains wide open, the setting sun shone through my bedroom, indicating just how long I was out. Checking my phone, I chuckled. Reading the time at a little past 5pm, Cory had managed to fuck me so good that I was out for over five hours. I clenched my hole at the thought, wincing from the tenderness that still remained.
Going through my messages, I found one from my dad that read, "Nick- mom and I went out to see a movie and grab some dinner. We figured you had crashed out. There's food in the fridge if you're hungry. We'll be back later tonight. -Dad."
Not even bothering to put on a shirt or shirts, I strolled downstairs in my boxers. There was something quite free about being in a big empty house practically naked. Pulling open the fridge, I looked around but couldn't really find anything I wanted. To tell you the truth, food was the last thing on my mind- all I could think about was Cory. Sure, I had had my fair share of cock in college, but there was something about the way it was with him. He didn't fuck me like the other guys who wanted second dates or constantly asked if I was okay or if it felt good. He fucked me like a man that needed to get off. He wanted nothing more than release and I happily obliged.
But it wasn't just what Cory had done. I hung onto what it had brought out in me. I was acting with a determination I hadn't seen in myself. This afternoon's escapade wasn't just about Cory's release, it was also about mine.
Slamming the fridge, I found the familiar name in my phone and reached out, "Are you free right now?"
It was as if time slowed the second I pressed send. I lingered around the kitchen island, not taking an eye off the screen. If there's one thing I couldn't handle, it was waiting. I paced around the kitchen floor just waiting some sort of response. It wasn't even 24 hours before he had me hitting him up for another round. I thought to myself, what was this guy doing to me?
Admitting my own form of crazy, I set my phone down and started to walk away. Shaking my head, I headed for the stairs. But just as my bare foot reached the first step, I heard a familiar sound from my phone. And just like that, all willpower was lost and I ran for the kitchen island.
Standing on the edge of my feet, I read Cory's message: "Didn't think I'd hear back from you so soon. Be at my front door in five minutes. Don't make me wait."
I snickered. He knew the control he had over me, and before I could even think, I ran upstairs and got dressed. A loose t-shirt and gym shorts would do- I didn't plan on keeping them on long.
Hurrying across the street, I knocked on his door like a man trying to get some answers. He swung open the door, greeting me with that cocky smile ingrained in my memory. With the door now open, he presented himself to me (and the entire neighbourhood). Towering well over six feet, Cory stood like a statue in front of me, dressed in nothing but a pure white towel with his body still damp.
Stepping inside, he remarked, "Four minutes on the dot, Looks like you do know how to follow directions."
I shot back with my own cocky smile, "If there's one thing I can't stand, it's waiting."
Inching closer, I could nearly fell his breath on my skin as he spoke, "That's for sure. It's only been what? A little over five hours since I fucked that pretty little ass of yours."
I shivered, admitting, "Truth is, it's still pretty sore."
Placing his chin on my shoulder, he leaned back and grabbed my ass with his huge hand. Giving it a squeeze, he offered, "Well I guess we'll have to get creative, boy."
Cory yanked off my shirt and threw it on the floor. Leaning closer once more, he pressed his chest into me and focused his attention to my back, examining my ass as I stood there anticipating his every movement. He drew his arms to my waist, slowly pulling down my shorts until they passed my ass and fell completely to the floor.
Letting out low moans, traced my hands up his back, resting them on his shoulder blades. His body was hard as marble, yet still soft with every curious touch. I didn't know where his limits where. I wasn't sure how far Cory would let me go. I just knew that man could do anything he wanted to me, and I'd happily oblige.
He pulled back, looking me straight in the eye, "Mmm. I can't wait 'til I get to fuck that ass."
His eyes pierced me and suddenly I didn't care about the soreness. I wanted him.
Finishing his statements, he continued, caressing my cheeks, "But we'll save that for tomorrow. Tonight, we're going to be gentle."
I smiled, pleased at his concern. Smirking, I thought to myself, "This cocky guy already made plans to have sex tomorrow." And yet I was okay with that.
He lead me into the living room. The space, once bright this morning, was filled with warm colors of amber curtains, wood finishes, and accents of our skin. He stopped me at the couch, instructing, "Show me your ass."
Turning, I faced knelt on the couch, arching my back and waiting for his eager motions. He grabbed my shoulder, correcting himself, "No- turn around. I want to watch you."
Surprised, I got up and leaned on the couch, propping my head up against the back cushion. Cory had barely touched me yet my cock rose to attention.
He stood there, examining me, "Lift up those legs for me, boy."
Following instructions, I raised my legs as he knelt down. I could feel his warm breath on my hole, puckering with every exhale.
I was mesmerized by his breaths on my hole that his tongue sent a shock through my body, breaking me from the trance. Paying attention, I watched as Cory started with a long lick along my crease. I let out a moan as our eyes met, he winked, pleased with my reaction. Slowly, he continued to run his tongue over my hole. Though I've rimmed a few guys in the past, this was my first time on the receiving end and boy did I not know what I was missing. Cory pushed his tongue further past my muscle. I relaxed, opening myself up to him. Once inside, I felt his tongue circle around inside me. I curled my toes with every motion.
He pulled back and I let out a whimper, hoping he wasn't done. Running his hand along my inner thigh, he confessed, "Nick, your hole tastes amazing."
I smiled back, "Fuck. No one's ever rimmed me before."
His eyes focused, "Well then let's make this count."
He drew his large hands against my cheeks, pulling them apart. Shoving his face into my ass, I let out loud moans as I felt that warm tongue up against me. The once soft licks were replaced and it was as if Cory was trying to taste everything I had to offer. I watched intently as Cory focused on devouring my hole. I could feel his hands spreading my cheeks as far as they could go, making more space of his face as he shoved himself into me deeper. His stubble tickled my skin as he moved up and down, licking from the edge of my ass along by back to the base of my balls. I loved watching him. He didn't make eye contact with me, not breaking concentration from his tongue work. I just lied back in ecstasy, releasing a steady stream of moans while burying my head in the cushions.
Cory's tongue was setting me on the edge. I could feel my dick dripping with precum, slapping itself on my stomach as he continued to shove his face in my ass. Needing that release, I reached for it only to have Cory shove my hand away.
Not stopping and without explanation, he firmly gripped my cock with his hand. He gripped hard and I exhaled, preventing myself from cumming right then and there from his grasp. My moans grew louder as faster as he jerked my cock while lathering up my hole. I rested my hands at my side, not needing them as I lied back and continued to be serviced in the best way possible.
Cory pumped my cock faster as I started to whimper. I was short of breath when I finally called out, "Fuck Cory. I'm so close. Please let me cum."
He didn't stop to reply. He just continued to jerk me off. I didn't know he wanted me to hold off or if he was allowing me to cum. I wasn't in the capacity to think. I just needed my release.
I propped myself up as I felt my balls tightened. My toes curled into themselves as Cory's last few pumps brought me to my climax. Catching my breath, I shouted, "I'm gonna fucking cum!"
And just like that I watched him retreat from my hole and focus his attention on my cock. He watched as my dick oozed streams of thick cum from the head, dripping down his clenched fist and covering his hand. I watched him watch me. He continued to jerk for a few more strokes, seeing my juice glisten against my cock and his hand. He let out a smile, pleased with his work. This wasn't just about getting me off, it was about showing me that he could take me there. He was a cocky mother fucker.
Letting go, I sunk into the couch trying to get my head to stop spinning. I ran my fingers through my hair, exclaiming, "Oh my god, you were fucking incredible!"
He bit his lip, "I know." Wiping my cum on my stomach, he continued, "We're not done yet boy. You still have some unfinished business."
And with that he presented his cock to me. It throbbed in my hand, angry from the lack of attention. Cory had just serviced me to satisfaction and I was more than willing to return the favor. I fought the urge to pass out from exhaustion and sat up, ready to take Cory's cock once more.
He leaned in as I sat up, holding his cock at the base and sticking out my tongue. I looked up at him as I gave him the first lick.
