TEMPTATION - A Bad Boy Romance (113 page)

Bringing one testicle into his mouth, he pulled at my sack while shaking the shaft of my cock from side to side with his hand. I continued to pull at his cock with my own mouth, while indulging in the smoothness of his skin under my fingertips. Stoker was a generous lover, and all of the ego that had gotten in the way during our first fuck session at
‘Lectricland
was now completely gone from our experience.

I paused for a moment, just to watch him. He worked my cock from the top, opening his lips just wide enough to take the head of my dick inside of his mouth. His jaw moved in a bouncing motion, and with each movement, a new wave of pleasure rose up in my body. I arched my hips toward his mouth and watched with an open mouth while my cock disappeared in his mouth. He took me to the hilt, while I stroked the back of his shortly cropped hair.

My cock was red with blood flow, and I felt incredible. He lifted my leg up then and began to lick at my anus. My leg was spread wide for him, and my cock was pushed down into the couch. With one finger, he massaged my perineum, while his tongue flicked at the entrance to my asshole. Our positions switched, and I bent over for him so he could get full access to what I had to offer.

While he may have been slow and hesitant in the beginning, he was slow and hesitant no longer. Stoker put a thumb up against my asshole and began to press into me. He licked an index finger, and slowly began to push himself into me while I watched him work. My cock was dangling beneath my legs and he didn’t neglect me there either.

I watched him stroke himself while he pulled my cock up and began to suck on it -- giving me head while my asshole was there for him. While his cock was wet, he beat the head of it on my testicles, and on my asshole. He wanted to give me a taste for what was to come, and I was more than ready for him to enter me.

With a hard cock and a hand gently placed on my thigh, he pushed himself into me, and we began to fuck. Once he was inside of me, he pulled on my hips and buried his cock into me from behind. Feeling his full length inside of me was incredible, but the feeling of having him move slightly in and out of me while he fucked me was a beautiful experience.

“Stoker…” I moaned, spreading my legs as wide as I could to accommodate his entry.

The feeling of separation between the two of us was no longer present. We were together once more, and the feeling felt absolutely divine. He reached his hand around my leg and began to massage my cock with his with his wet hand. What’s more is that while he was still fucking me, he pulled my shoulder to the side so I could kiss him. Our bodies were together, and our lips were connected. My asshole belonged to myself, as did my affection, but it was something we were able to share with each other. Hearing him moan while he kissed my neck and held onto my hips felt incredible.

He began to lose himself in passion. Pulling out, held tightly onto my shoulders while shooting his seed all over my back. The sprays of love from his cock were full and shot all the way up to my upper back. I gasped, loving every drop of sperm that bathed the top of my body. Knowing he was vulnerable in that moment, as I would be, I pulled him to my face and kissed him. I wanted him to know how much our affair meant to me.

I had thought about it, and for me, this wasn’t about a simple fuck. I wasn’t into this as a social experiment any longer, though it had started that way. Now that I knew that he cared about me more than seeing me as a sport fuck, I was encouraged. The one thing that pushed me forward more than anything else, was my own inner conviction.

“If you’re going to offer yourself to someone,” I told him, “You might as well do it completely. What’s the use in playing the game if you’re not going to go all in?”

His response was to kiss me all the more fiercely. His hands grabbed at the back of my head and my shoulders. I felt his fingernails claw into my skin. The claws weren’t out of cruelty this time, as they had been the night before. So much can change in the mindset of a relationship, when both parties are emotionally vulnerable. We could thank the drug for the destruction of our emotions, but the boldness and decision to push forward after the trouble -- that was a point of personal strength.

Holding him and tasting his lips, while feeling his fingers slide on the sperm left traced on my back was arousing for me. I can’t say it had to do strictly with sexual attraction in the strict lust sense of the word. More than anything else, I had to believe that the reason for my attraction was because of intimacy. I could tell on a visceral, sub-physical level that this man was authentically attracted to me. Our expression of love was passionate and true, even if we were in the midst of a budding relationship.

For a moment, I thought about the future. I thought about all of the things that could go wrong, and all of the mistakes that would be made. We might both be falling under the spell of the sensuous; this might be nothing more than a crush. With a breath, I dismissed those thoughts from my mind.

“Let’s just take this one day at a time,” I told him. “I want to get to know you, and I want us to enjoy ourselves.”

“If you want to get to know me, you’re going to have to be more active than that.”

“
Why don’t you show me?”

He got down on his knees in front of me and began to hold my cock close to my abdomen. He kissed my testicles, and then began to suck me off once more. My penis grew hard quickly while he popped my tight sack in and out of his mouth. Feeling more in control than usual, I began to rub my ass and simply let him pleasure me. While his head bobbed up and down on my cock, he used his other hand to pull at the base of my penis, just beneath my testicles.

“Get on there,” I growled, grabbing his head and holding him to my abdomen.

I fucked the side of his mouth with short bursting thrusts. Part of me was really getting off on this dominance trip, and so I lowered his head in front of me so I could shove him on and off of my cock. He didn’t need my help to keep up the pace though, and happily continued to suck me off as though I had been pushing his head onto me, even when I removed my hands from the back of his head.

Still wanting more, I lowered him to the ground like a wrestler, and began to fuck his face. My legs were on either side of his head, and I pushed my cock into the roof of his mouth. Honestly, it wasn’t as comfortable as I was hoping, so I switched positions, coming at him instead from above his head.

In a bit of an acrobatic maneuver, which surprised me, he lifted himself up like a bridge, with either hand on my thighs so he could force my cock down his throat without my assistance. Sitting back and letting him do the work was a wonderful experience, so I decided to continue to let him perform all he wanted.

“You really love cock, don’t you?” I asked, laying backward onto the ground with my legs spread. “Why don’t you show me just how much you like sucking my cock?”

He didn’t respond with any words, only a renewed vigor for sucking me off. His kisses trailed up my chest until his ass was positioned just above my dick.

“I can do you one better,” he said with a grin.

Reaching behind him, he pushed my cock into his asshole. The feeling was amazing. I had never been inside of another man before, and I loved how tight his ass felt on my cock. We had to reposition, so he could spread his legs wider for me, but before long, he was crouched over me, bouncing up and down on the length of my dick.

I loved being able to see his face while I fucked him. I also really enjoyed the way he loosened up naturally after a while. It became easier for me to spread his ass wider, and shove my cock inside of him at a faster rate. With each thrust, I grew more and more powerful. My balls slapped the back of his ass cheeks, and I even reached out my hand and gave him a firm slap. My personal favorite part was prying open his ass while I pumped myself into his body over and over again.

“I want you to bend over for me,” I told him, my teeth grit with the pleasure of my own dominance.

Dutifully, he stood up, and bent over the side of the couch. I got behind him entered him once more. This time, I felt like the movement was easier for me. I felt like I was able to enter him more completely. Soon, his ass cheeks were red from where my hand would make contact with his skin. His body shuddered, along with the frame of the couch while I pushed myself into his asshole.

Sweat glistened along the inside of his taint, and the way the couch creaked with my movement made me feel even more powerful.

“When was the last time you got fucked like this in your own home?” I asked.

“Never,” he replied, though his voice was only a gasp of pleasure.

“Louder,” I commanded.

“Never!” he cried out.

“That’s right,” I said, holding onto his hips while fucking him hard in the ass.

His entire body would shake and move while I fucked him. Even though he was a tight and muscular guy, I could still see ripples from my impact spread across his body.

“Lay down on the floor,” I told him. “I want to watch you jerk yourself off while I fuck you.”

He lay down on the ground, like I instructed. His back was on the floor and he hugged his left knee to his body. I positioned myself in the opposite direction so I could have clear access to his ass, and watch while he yanked on his own cock. I wasn’t’ able to get in that deep, but he was already open, and I didn’t really feel the need to dominate him any more.

My movements slowed down, and I began to rock myself in and out of his body while he gasped and pulled on his cock. Another aspect I enjoyed about this whole experience was watching five or so inches of my cock disappear into his body. I would pull out, and enter him again completely just to watch the process happen. It seemed like I would never get bored of the sight.

He came again, and quickly. The second load was much more sparse than the first. His body was limp and his dick went soft quickly. I pulled out of him and squatted over his chest so I could finish on his face.

“I hoped we could cum at the same, time,” I told him, “but this will have to do.”

Grabbing his head and shoving it onto my cock, I pushed him onto me until I came. I wasn’t able to keep my dick inside of his mouth the whole time, and I pulled out in mid climax. My sperm shot off along the right side of his face. I remember looking down in the middle of the orgasm, thinking about how beautiful his eyelashes looked caked with a strand of my cum. He blinked, and the right eyelid got stuck in a thick white clump of sperm. I closed my eyes and finished, and then collapsed onto his body.

Together, we breathed past our own separate climaxes. We had achieved something together, and I had a feeling inside of me that the future of our relationship would be one of equity and exploration, rather than dominance and cruelty. The feeling of our chests rising and falling on each other as a thin layer of our cum was delightful. I reached my head up to kiss him on the lips, and tasted my own sperm. The taste was arousing, and brought me out of my post-coital stupor.

Sliding upward on his body, I began to lick his face until he was clean. Then, with my mouth full of cum, I kissed him. We swapped back and forth for a while, just playing with each others tongues and lips. Eventually the cum was gone, but the kisses remained. I hadn’t planned on experience something so full this early in the day, but then again, I hadn’t planned on much of any of this relationship. What really made things happen was my willingness to move forward with trust. By being open to the moment, and not running away from things when I felt confused, I was able to get a glimpse of what love might just look like.

After kissing one another, we laid together in the sunlight offered by the only window in Stoker’s apartment. The afterglow was a wonderful experience, and might have actually been more enjoyable for me than anything else that we did together. I missed out on having an after-sex cuddle session the night before. Sharing lust and intimacy with someone else was definitely something that I could get used to in life.

I didn’t want to count on him, or pressure myself into the context of a relationship because I knew that sometimes relationships didn’t work out. Besides, the way that things started with he and I, this was far from a conventional relationship. It seemed to me that what Stoker had said about knowing people’s personalities was just as viable when considering relationships. If I had a preconceived notion of how our relationship might go, then I think the possibility that I might be disappointed, or experience some kind of conflict was more likely.

Better to just appreciate it for what it is
, I thought to myself.

With our bodies resting next to one another, breathing the deep sighs of satisfaction, that didn’t sound like a terrible fate at all.

***

In retrospect I don’t imagine that the spiritual fulfillment I was looking for was quite what I found. I suspect that’s the way it goes with seeking nirvana. You don’t get what you want, but you get what you need, or some other truism like that. I had no idea that getting fucked would be such a transformative experience for my life. In retrospect, almost every single revelatory experience I had undergone hadn’t exactly come about as a result of my own plans.

I wanted to find union with God, but I see now that my quest for enlightenment through masturbation was really a plea for connection. For sure, you can connect with yourself, and I feel like I did a pretty good job of doing that. I also think that there is definitely more to explore in the area of sacred sexuality. The concept of using sex as a meditative practice probably only increases in potency when you practice with another person. When it comes right down to it, I feel like human beings are here to experience connection with one another. Naturally, being a human being means that you need to be comfortable experiencing connection with yourself. I just feel that it was short-sighted of me to imagine that connecting with myself was a viable surrogate for actually experiencing love with another human.