My Lifted Finger
He offered to come over and suck me off. I had an hour or two and thought a blowjob would fill that time nicely. “You just kick back and let me get you off,” he said. “You don’t have to lift a finger.” That sounded nice and lazy. A blowjob in which my finger need not be lifted.
He was grinning as I opened the door. “Hey man, you look great,” he said. “You ready for me to take care of you?”
“I am indeed,” I said, feeling very much like a pasha preparing to be anointed with oils.
He chatted amicably as he stripped. He was taller than me, good looking and well-muscled, clearly at ease in his role as roving cocksucker. “I’ll leave my hat on, okay?” He switched his baseball cap so that the bill faced backward and, almost fluidly, cupped my groin in his palm. “Nice,” he grinned. “You ready to show me your meat?”
I said that I was. I unzipped my jeans, allowing my erection to swing forward. “Nice, man, that’s a hot tool,” he admired. “Thanks for letting me take care of it. Have a seat and I’ll get to work for you.”
I removed my jeans and lifted my t-shirt over my head. I sat on the edge of my bed. He lowered himself to his knees, his eyes never leaving my cock as he stroked his own. “Yeah, I’m going to enjoy getting you off, man. You just use me to feel good, okay?” With that, he bent forward, dropped his palms to the floor, and swallowed my cock.
I felt my back begin to relax as his head bobbed in my lap. He twisted his neck one way as he pulled back, in another as he pushed forward, so that I had the sensation of constant motion. I had no intention of coming anytime soon; I was going to enjoy such expertly given head.
I gradually migrated to recline on my pillows, closing my eyes, keeping my fingers contently unlifted. As promised, he did all the work, putting his athletic body through a rigorous workout over me.
In time, I edged closer to orgasm. I announced that if he continued so intently, I would shoot. “Do it, man,” he encouraged, pulling back. His fist gripped and tugged on my cock, wet and slick from his throat. I grunted as I exploded in waves over his hand. “Hot, man,” he said, milking me ferociously. “Give me all you got. You get off so hot, man.” My body convulsed as the rough touch that had only just given me such enormous pleasure was suddenly too much to endure. I grabbed his wrist, pulling him away. “Yeah, that’s fucking awesome,” he said. “That’s really got me hard, man.” And with that, he hopped up my body and crouched over my face, pinning my shoulders down with his knees. I barely had time to catch my breath before his cock was in my mouth. “Yeah, man, take that cock,” he barked. “You take that whole cock, man.”
Now, it seemed, I would be lifting my finger after all. But as it was, I couldn’t lift my arms or anything from the neck down. He was strong, perfectly positioned and fucking my face hard. So, that’s what this feels like, I thought. I had been in his place far more frequently than in the one that now brought tears to my eyes and snot bubbles to my nostrils. Relax, I thought. Give it up to him. He’s got me. I’m his hole. He’ll use me until he’s done. I let my body go limp with passivity.
“Yeah, man, that’s it, that’s it …” He rocked back on his heels. I gasped for air as he unloaded on my face and chest. “Yesss,” he hissed through his teeth, his muscles twitching under his red mottled flesh.
That’s the good stuff, I thought, what we just did for each other. “You’re so hot, man,” I said, matching my lingo to his own.
“Man, that was fucking intense,” he sighed as he came down from his high.
We cleaned up at my bathroom sink and returned to my bed. He asked if he could rub my back. After massaging me, he told me he had found some areas of tension and suggested I try a few yoga postures. Soon, I was on the floor as his strong hands posed my body.
After he dressed, he gave me a smile. “I like you man, this was awesome. I’m going to Mexico next week, but listen, let’s hook up again when I get back. Cool?”
I said that would be cool. He turned his baseball cap back to its original position and with that, he was gone.
He returned from Mexico, but I didn’t hook up with him again.