Page 12 of The No Repeat Policy

Light splashes the ceiling and travels down the wall. Brakes squeal and the shape of headlights behind my curtains disappear. I sigh and put on a mostly forced grin.

He’s here.

I watch my phone, waiting for the inevitable message. It’s weird. This type of thing didn’t feel off or forced a month ago, but now… I can’t decide whether I really want this or if it’s just my dick’s never-ending need to be inside something. ’Cause I’m hard as fuck already and the OBX show look-alike isn’t even out of his car yet. It hasn’t helped that he’s been sexting me on Grindr since yesterday, and damn, is he a horny thing.

I’m pretty sure we’ve all wanted to fuck John B at one time or another. This is my chance—figuratively, very figuratively—and on top of it all, maybe it’ll help get my mind off Xander. It’s so cliché and shit, but maybe the best way to get him out of my head is to get this guy under me.

My phone dings and my shoulders slump while my dick gets harder.

JOHN B (ALMOST): Im here.

I get up and shoot off a text of my own to come on in while I go to unlock the door.

When I open it, I’m greeted by a kaleidoscope of greens and browns staring back at me. Okay, his eyes are way prettier than in his pics. I’m about to say hey and welcome him in, when he opens his mouth.

“You’re even hotter in person,” he beams.

“Uh, I—”

The dom part of me is screaming to say something, but the surprise wins out and I stutter. “Than—”

The word is half out of my mouth before he pounces forward and plants his open mouth around mine and shoves his tongue down my throat. I stumble back, but he matches me step for step, actually keeping me on my feet somehow. Fuck, someone’s a horny bastard. I lean in to him and slam him against the wall, kicking the front door shut as his hand slides down my side and over my jeans. He immediately finds my erection beneath the rough fabric and grips.

I groan. How that never fails to send pleasure pulsing up my body is still beyond me.

Hell, I knew he wanted to be used, but that’s what everyone on Grindr says. Then they arrive and it takes ten minutes to get their clothes off and they act like a scared child. Look-alike John B, though, he knows exactly what he wants.

He pulses his grip around my crotch, and my mind, my fucking stupid mind, flashes an image of Xander’s icy blue eyes. I flinch, but he can’t tell it with his mouth still working mine. I will the image away, but it’s replaced with Michael’s soft cheeks and cold eyes, grinning evilly at me as some guy I’d never met fucks him.

“Fuck,”

I jerk away, flinching. Doing whatever I can to get the thoughts to go away. They cling for a second, and then they’re gone.

“You okay?”

John B asks, putting his hands on my shoulders.

“Yeah, sorry.”

I nod. Fuck you, Michael. Fuck you and all your rando fuckboys. This is payback. “Get over here.”

“Oooh.”

A sly grin slithers up his tan face and he rushes forward. “Yes, sir.”

His arms wrap around my shoulders and our mouths meet again. Again he wastes no time getting his hands on my crotch, squeezing and rubbing. I bite at his lip, eliciting a beautiful moan and puff of breath against my nose. Then suddenly he shoves me backward and I land on the couch. Shit. He wasn’t lying when he said he had a dominant streak. He pounces forward and practically slides to his knees, gripping my thighs and spreading my legs open in one smooth motion.

“You’re too tense. Relax,”

he sighs, and caresses the inside of my leg. His eyes drop to my pants as his hands slide up higher, finding what he’s looking for, and his fingers work around my length. Finally he reaches for my zipper and undoes my pants. With two tugs I’m naked from the waist down, and his colorful eyes light up as they lock onto my hard-on. “I think it’s bigger than you said.”

He licks his lips. Why is it so hot when a dude does that? For a moment I let myself forget this is just another hookup and allow myself to get lost in him. It’s just him and me.

“Is that a problem?”

I ask. I never lie about my size. It’s a stupid thing to do. They’re going to find out eventually, so I’m pretty sure it’s not, but if he wants to believe it’s bigger, have at it.

“Hell no.”

He grins up at me before leaning forward and playfully licking the bottom of my erection, then wrapping his hands around it. “Even better.”

I force myself not to shiver from his touch. Before I can comment, he dives down. Half my cock disappears in an instant, and I’m reminded why I do this. The ecstasy. I swear it’s not just the feeling of their warm mouth and tongue, it’s seeing the way his head lurches up and down, the way his lips magically make my cock disappear.

“Oh shit, that’s right,”

I moan as he sucks, going down farther with each bob of his head. I put my hand on the back of his head, running my fingers through his brown hair, and wait for him to start going down on me again. I press his face down. I can feel my dick slip past the back of his throat right as he gags, but I don’t let go. “Hold it. Hold it.”

I hold his head down feeling every note of pleasure throbbing down my cock and pulsing up my spine. It’s surreal, and the way he gags sends me reeling. He chokes again and I let him go. He yanks back, spit trailing from my dick to his lips, and he looks up at me. He’s grinning, so he’s okay.

“Shit,”

he groans, and then dives back in for more.

I want to fuck him, but God, this feels amazing. And technically he didn’t say he wanted to be fucked when we were messaging, just that he loved cock and needed some in him. He’s got mine in him right now. Then again, those nudes he sent were amazing and I need, I need to feel that ass. I don’t have to use it to enjoy it. Fuck it. I lift his face from my crotch.

“My bedroom. I need to see you naked while you do that,”

I tell him.

“Yes, sir.”

His voice is sultry, even if he seems a little irritated that I took my dick away from him.

The thought makes me laugh inside as I get up and lead him to my bedroom. He’ll get it back in a moment, and so much more. When I get to my bed, I turn around and he’s already lost his shirt and pants. He leans down and pulls off his underwear. Shit, he’s one of those bottoms with a long dick for absolutely no reason. So when he steps toward me I grab it and stroke it a few times.

Part of me wants to suck it, but he did say on Grindr that he isn’t into having his dick sucked, so instead I walk backward to the bed, using his dick like a leash. My calves hit the edge and I let myself fall back, letting the soft comforter catch me. John B doesn’t delay. Immediately his hands wrap around my dick and his mouth goes back to work.

“God, you’re good at that,”

I tell him, focusing on the way his hands corkscrew around my shaft while his lips go up and down on me, and at random he only uses his tongue.

He gives me a muffled groan.

“Get up here, I want that ass while you’re doing that,”

I tell him. Without a question he jumps onto the bed on all fours. He swings around and lays chest first, flat on my bed, with his ass practically right next to my face, and maneuvers his head above my crotch.

“Like this?”

He smiles back at me.

“Oh yes,”

I say, and immediately slap his ass. It jiggles and I grab it. He groans and then goes back to sucking my cock. I love to fuck, but this…fuck, I love this. Getting to play with a boy's ass while they suck the life out of me. I go to town, grabbing and squeezing and rubbing his surprisingly tanned bubble butt.

It’s an actual bubble butt unlike what some guys consider one to be. It’s plump and round, like soft skin-covered Jell-O to the touch. I slide my hand over each cheek and then let my middle finger rest on his hole. No point in not using it a little, right? I tease it and immediately feel his mouth tighten around my cock. There you go.

Satisfied he’s okay with it, I pull my hand back, sticking my finger in my mouth and sucking on it to get it good and wet, and then return it to his ass. I tap the wet end of my finger to his boy pussy and prod and push until it slides in a little. Just to the end of my nail. He moans around my dick, and I swear it makes me harder.

My body spasms under his mouth, but I’m not ready to cum. I pull my hand back and give it another suck before sticking my middle finger back inside his hole and pushing. I pulse it in and out until my first knuckle disappears, then the second. Slowly I pull back and forward, matching the rhythm of his mouth on my cock and the moans spilling from his mouth in increasingly loud and pleasure-filled gasps.

“Fuck yes, moan for me,”

I command.

I’d never ask for anything I don’t help with, so I pump my finger inside him quicker and harder. On time, his moans go wild. He stops sucking for a moment, so I use my spare hand to shove his mouth down over my cock again.

“Don’t stop. I’m close,”

I tell him.

It’s like the words overrode anything that made him slow before. His mouth clamps around my cock and he pumps quicker and more frantically with his hands. My toes are literally curling over the edge of the bed and I grit my teeth as the pleasure flows from my cock into every inch of my body. He’s going to milk the cum right out of me.

It’s happening. I can feel the orgasm building in my balls and begging to be let loose. I shove my finger as deep inside his ass as it’ll reach and groan, “I’m going to cum.”

In response he twists his body toward me and grabs his own cock. His mouth closes over my dick just as I explode. My cock pulses as cum shoots into his mouth. I can’t even tell how many times I shoot but it feels so good. It’s like a never-ending pleasure before his tongue licks around my cock again. He pulls away and swallows my load.

That’s when I realize I have warm spats of cum sprayed on my chest. Fuck. He literally came just from that. That’s so hot.

John B licks at his lips and then sucks on my cock a few more times to make sure he didn’t miss anything, like it should be. Finally he lifts and looks at me.

“Your cum tastes amazing.”

He grins before looking at my chest. “Oh, did I make a mess?”

“A little bit,”

I laugh. It’s a good mess though.