Page 14 of Free Fall #1

“Now,” he says, using his hands in my hair to push me down toward his cock.

It’s a gentle push, more of an urgent suggestion, and I don’t fight it because a wet burst of cum against my tongue suddenly seems necessary and right.

Dan’s good at this sex thing. He might be horrible at making small talk when taken by surprise in a coffee shop, but the man knows how to make everything about sex seem like an imperative for life, and that’s a beautiful thing.

His cock fits well in my mouth, though from this angle, the slight curve makes it hard to deepthroat. It doesn’t seem like he minds, though, given how he groans and tightens all over. His balls draw up before I’ve done more than swallow a few times around the head and get his shaft fully wet.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “I’m gonna come pretty fast. But that’s good, Doc, because then I’ll be ready to eat that ass for hours.”

Hours? Is he serious? I really don’t know.

I wouldn’t be surprised, though, because he had made an art form of eating my ass during our first hookup, and I haven’t forgotten that for more than a few minutes at a time ever since.

I mean… the way he’d used his tongue? And moaned?

And acted like my ass was his favorite dessert in the world?

I might come in my pants just remembering it. I focus on sucking his cock again, pleased at the way he’s shoving against my tongue, leaking jizz into my throat, and fuck, fuck … I reach down to squeeze my balls and try to hold on to my own orgasm. It’s a close thing, but I manage it.

Dan releases my hair, whimpering as it cascades all around his hips and thighs. “Fucking hell,” he murmurs. “Doc, your hair is its own sex toy.”

I have more control now, so I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and start sucking. My hair swirls and moves around his thighs, stomach, and hips as I twist my head and work his dick in and out, around and around, letting saliva wet his balls as I do.

“That’s…that’s…I’m coming,” he says softly, almost a whimper, and then he’s exploding in my mouth, a heavy, salty load that I almost choke on, but manage to swallow. His hips twitch and work even after I’ve released his dick, and he jerks over and over as aftershocks rock him.

As soon as he recovers, he tugs me up to his mouth for a kiss, and then breathes against my aching lips, “Get your clothes off. I want to taste that ass.”

I don’t hesitate.

Within moments, I’m naked on my back, hands cupped behind my knees to hold them open and wide, and Dan is examining my cock, balls, and hole like they’re something new and special.

“Great length, Doc,” Dan says playfully, leaning down to lick all the way from the root of my cock to the head. “Love the way you’ve trimmed around it. Easier to play.”

He glances down at his own hairiness. “I leave mine alone for the most part.”

“I like your body hair,” I say, breathing hard, feeling a little anxious and anticipatory since he still hasn’t touched my hole. After his promise of prolonged rimming, I’m pent-up and desperate for his tongue. “It feels good grinding against my hole while you’re fucking me.”

Dan growls and the sound is so deep, like his voice, that I feel it in my nipples and cock.

His rumble reminds me of those ASMR videos on YouTube where the noise is so good it’s almost bad.

It feels like a shivery, pleasurable scrape all over my body, especially in my most sensitive places, and all from just his voice.

“Fuck,” he grunts, and then squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before he opens them again and peers down at me. “Yup. You’re still the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Jesus Christ.”

I feel pretty ridiculous with my hair splayed over the pillow, my knees drawn up next to my chest as I hold my legs spread, but his eyes burn with lust despite having just come in my mouth a few minutes earlier.

“Your hair,” he whispers, reaching out to slip his hands through the long ends that dangle over my chest, using one to tickle my nipples. “It’s beautiful.”

I don’t know what to say because I really want him to get his mouth on my hole, but if we’re going to compliment each other now, I’ve got plenty to offer up for him too. “Your body…” I smile up at him. “Is fucking hot.”

He smirks. “I know. I’m going to lick you now, okay?”

“Okay…” I whimper.

Then he finally— fucking finally —bends over and twirls the end of his tongue over my anus.

No further commentary, or preparation, or teasing.

He just gets to work on my hole like it’s his dinner.

I have never, ever, ever been rimmed by another man like Dan rims me, and I’m honestly not sure if I love it, hate it, or love it so much that I’d commit murder to feel this again.

It’s almost as intense as the way he fucks.

I arch my neck, grip the backs of my knees, and flex my feet over and over, trying to keep my noises soft enough not to disturb the other campers around.

I’m losing the fight, though, and Dan sits back on his heels, leaving me gasping for air and trembling.

He appraises me with a wicked eye, teeth digging into the flesh of his bottom lip.

“I could gag you,” he says finally. “I have a ball gag. But only if you want.”

I swallow convulsively. I’ve never in my entire life played like that before, and I’ve never considered it with a relative stranger, but he’s not saying he’s going to tie me up.

I’ll still have my hands and feet free. I can still leave if I need or want to.

He’s just talking about plugging up my mouth.

“Alright,” I choke out.

He nods, hops down, and rummages in one of the stacked plastic bins of drawers wedged and roped into the van. He lifts the ball gag, and my mouth fills with saliva. I swallow again.

“I’ve never used it on anyone else. I just use it myself sometimes for the hell of it. Sit up for me so I can put it on.”

“On yourself?” I sit up like he asked, surprised that I sound like I’m far away.

Maybe I am, because as he approaches, I’m somehow simultaneously entirely inside my body—all my nerve endings alive and alert—and outside of myself, watching as I open my mouth for him to slide the ball in.

It’s thick on my tongue, and it feels like a lot to accept.

My cock throbs and I lose a small pulse of pre-cum.

As it slides down, I close my eyes, heart pounding, and he clasps the gag behind my head.

It tastes and smells like silicone and the straps smell of new leather.

I’m not sure what I think of having my jaw held open like this.

“Is it pulling your hair?” he asks, checking that the straps aren’t hurting me. His cock is hard and brushes against my arm and chest as he leans over to make adjustments. “Does it feel all right? If you don’t like it, you can take it off at any time. And if you can’t get it undone, I’ll help you.”

I realize I can’t verbally answer him now with my tongue weighted by the ball and my lips spread so tightly around it, so I reply with a nod.

The gag feels weird, but also now that I’m about to get my ass eaten again, it also feels necessary to keep me from screaming in ecstasy.

I lean back, pulling my knees up and begging with my eyes.

Dan bites his lip, strokes his dick a few times, and with a whispered, “Fuck,” he moves back into place.

He teases me first, playing with my cock and sucking the head of it into his mouth.

I twist and moan. It’s good, so good , but I want him back at my hole.

Now that I know rimming can feel that way, I don’t want him to stop.

Especially when I’m not sure if he’s going to want to ever hook up again. I want all I can get.

His mouth moves down to my balls, sucking at them, and then licking down over my taint to breathe against my hole.

“I like how you squirm,” he murmurs. “And your hole is so fucking pretty. Has anyone told you?”

I groan and flex my feet, dying to feel his tongue again.

“Have you ever looked at your hole?” he asks.

For someone who’d been so awkward in the coffee shop, and not exactly great with words both times we’ve talked before fucking, he sure knows how to talk in bed—getting consent, spinning me up, praising me.

If he’s not careful, I’m going to fuck around and fall for him.

At the very least, I’m going to get addicted to sex with him. That seems inevitable.

“No?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Mm. It’s hot. It’s a really nice color.” He glances up at my chest. “Basically the same as your nipples, and it’s shaped really tight.”

He presses his lips to it, and I writhe, anxious for more. Saliva pools in my mouth around the ball, and some of it drools out the side of my lips, and some of it I swallow down with effort.

Dan teases my anus with fluttery kisses and then pulls back. “I don’t know why I love assholes so much, but I do. Lots of guys are super into dick, but I’m really into ass—holes specifically. And yours is one of the nicest I’ve seen.”

Okay, so maybe I’ve gotten ahead of myself saying his bedroom talk is smooth.

It’s definitely gone a little off-track now, but at the same time I feel strangely proud of my asshole being one of the nicest he’s seen.

Like how many holes has Dan seen anyway?

Five, a dozen, a hundred? It doesn’t matter, because mine is one of the nicest.

But there’s no more thinking about it now because he’s back at his work.

I groan and shout against the ball gag, and it’s not exactly quiet, but it’s definitely more muffled than if I wasn’t wearing it.

My balls draw up, and my cock dribbles constantly.

If he starts fingering me while still licking my rim, I’m going to shoot my load everywhere.