Page 24 of This Time Around

I wanted to go slow and relearn every inch of Andy’s cock with my tongue and test the weight of his big, virile balls in my hands. Did he taste as good as I remembered? Did he still love having his sack fondled? I positioned myself between his spread legs, and Andy fisted his cock even tighter. I loved the effect I had on this big, strong man. The bigger they are, the quicker they drop to their knees.

I wanted to shake Andy, to make him regret every second we missed out on the past fourteen years, if only…Nah, these weren’t the types of thoughts to have while licking cock and fingering ass.Shit, he hadn’t been joking about not bottoming often. Andy was tight, and I knew it would be a curtain call for me after only a few strokes inside his tight heat, which meant I needed to make the foreplay even better.

I never forgot a single thing about Andy or the way he made me feel. There in his bed, those lost years were forgotten; it was as if they never existed. He looked at me through the eyes of a man who hadn’t known I could break his heart, or mine. Andy touched me with gentle hands even though he had wanted to throttle me just moments prior. Then again, I had that effect on people, and I owned it. What the hell was the point of going through life with a blah attitude? I was passionate about everything I did from sex to picking out fruit at the supermarket. In fact, my ball-massaging technique was very similar to the tactics I deployed to find the right kiwis. Sometimes I rubbed people the wrong way, but sometimes I rubbed them so good they moaned and curled their toes.

I dropped lower and sucked Andy’s balls in my mouth one at a time, while continuing to move one, very wet finger inside his ass.

“So good, baby. So fucking good.” Andy’s guttural cries of pleasure made me bolder, so I worked a second digit inside him, teasing his taint with my tongue. I angled my fingers and tagged his prostate once, twice, then massaged it. “Fuck me now. I’m ready.”

“I’m not.”

“Milo, I’m going to come. I want to do that with your cock in my ass.”

I removed my fingers and moved up his body to position myself between his thighs. My dick wasn’t as fat as his, but it was still thicker than two fingers, so I applied a liberal coating of lube on the condom. Locking my eyes on Andy’s, I fisted my cock and pushed the head in past the first ring of muscles.

“Oh damn, you’re tight,” I said between pants. I wanted to shove in and fuck him so bad, but I saw the discomfort on his face. Lowering my lips to hover above his, I whispered, “Kiss me.”

Andy cupped my head with both of his hands and pulled me the rest of the way down to crash my lips against his. I reached between our bodies and stroked his cock while his ass adjusted to my penetration. When he was ready for more, Andy raised his hips, and my dick inched forward some more. I wanted to stop and let him adjust, but my cock was so slick, Andy’s ass felt so fucking good and tight, and his desperate kisses drove me wild.

I snapped forward and bottomed out, making Andy grunt and gasp into my mouth. I was worried it was too much too soon, but Andy tucked his calves against the back of my thighs to anchor me inside him. I started to move, clumsily at first, but I found my rhythm and loved the musical sound of our bodies slapping together as we groaned and growled for more.

Andy’s grip on my hair got tighter, and I felt his dick pulse in my fist at the same time his ass clenched down hard around my cock. Andy broke our kiss so he could pant and grunt as his cum spurted all over his stomach and chest. All the while, his ass milked my second orgasm of the night out of me.

I collapsed on top of his broad chest with my dick still buried inside him. Andy wrapped his thick arms around me and kissed the top of my head. The sound of his heart thumping beneath my ear made me so sleepy. It didn’t help when he trailed his calloused fingers up and down my spine.

“This was the best idea I had in two years.”

“Maybe fourteen,” I challenged, earning a deep chuckle. I was sad when my softening dick slid from his ass, but happy that Andy seemed content to hold me for the time being.

“So much sass,” Andy said, his voice sounding far away as sleep claimed me.

Sometime later, I was slowly woken from tender kisses along my spine. I was wide awake by the time he reached the crack of my ass and moaned when Andy dipped his tongue in one dimple then the other.

“God, how I’ve missed this,” I mumbled into the sheets.

Andy crawled up my body and licked the outer rim of my ear. “No more anger or misunderstandings,” he avowed.

I wanted to believe that he was right, but I remembered how hot things ran between us. Sure, we were adults instead of kids, but had either of us changed that much? Of course, my ability to think vanished when I felt Andy’s finger circling my pucker.

“I meant to wake you up for dinner, but I got a little distracted when your sexy bubble butt was sticking out partway. Seems you got agitated in your sleep and kicked the covers off.”

“Habit,” I whispered, pushing my ass against him to get that finger where I wanted it. “You made me dinner?”

“I just warmed up some ham and bean soup my mother made over the weekend. I can make a mean turkey club panini if you want one of those too.”

It had been several hours since I last ate, but that wasn’t the kind of hunger that was spreading through my body like a wildfire. “Later,” I replied. “Fuck me, Andy. It’s been too long.”

“You didn’t like fucking my ass?”

“Loved it, but I’m dying to feel you— Oh!” I cried out when Andy’s finger pushed in and homed in on my prostate like a heat-seeking missile locked on a target. Andy’s free hand kept my ass cheeks spread apart so he could feast his eyes on the activity there. “More,” I told him desperately.

“Not yet,” Andy said calmly then pulled his finger out of my tight clench. My moaning of discontent turned into whimpers of pleasure when I heard him flip open the cap on the lube. I trembled in anticipation, knowing that soon I would feel his thick cock in my ass again.

“Mmmm,” I said when the first slick digit stroked inside me. “Unh,” I grunted, pushing my hips against the penetration to signal that I wanted more—more fingers, more depth, more everything. Andy was playing it safe with me, and that just wouldn’t do after waiting fortwo fucking years. Another digit joined the first, and I was fast approaching my orgasm. “Fuck me, Andy.” I didn’t want to come from his fingers.

An animalistic growl rumbled from his chest when he pulled his fingers from my ass. While he rolled a condom on his turgid length, I got on my hands and knees. I grinned because I knew what a pretty picture my ass made up in the air with my hole stretched and ready for him.

“I won’t be easy. It’s been too long, and you’ve driven me too crazy.”