After he slipped off his jeans, Jeremy got down on his knees. He eased himself between my legs and unzipped my shorts. I’d been so lazy, I hadn’t bothered with underwear. He pulled out my dick, smiling as he said, “Long time, no see.”
Before I could come up with a snappy rejoinder, he had me halfway down his throat and I couldn’t think about anything except how amazing it felt. While he sucked me, I flicked his cock with one of my feet. His prick was short, thick and flared dramatically at the head. It got hard really fast and stayed that way even after he came. Sometimes I wondered if he was ever truly flaccid.
I pulled Jeremy to a standing position and started sucking him. While I did it, I held tight to his balls and squeezed gently. He moaned exactly the way I knew he would. After I worked them a while, I slide my finger back, behind his balls, and found his anus. I rubbed it with a circular motion until his hips began to move.
Getting off the couch, I pushed Jeremy onto it. I lifted up his legs and began to rim him. I licked him until he was slick, then I made my tongue as stiff and hard as I could and slid it into him. He grabbed the back of my head and held me there.
Moments later, I came up for air. I slipped a finger into him, easily locating his prostate. I gently rubbed it until it hardened. Then I slipped another finger into him.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said, his voice hoarse and raspy.
I pulled my fingers out of him and replied, “I’ll get a condom.”
The look on his face said that he didn’t want me to. We’d never used them when we were together. But he knew if we got into a discussion about all the reasons we should be using a condom, the whole thing would be off. He smiled and said, “Well, hurry up then.”
I ran into the bedroom and pulled a condom out of the nightstand. I grabbed the bottle of lube and rushed back to the living room. Jeremy was leaning over the back of the sofa with his ass arched in the air. It made a pretty picture, and he knew it.
“Fuck me from behind.”
I rolled the condom on. Dabbed some lube in my hand. Then drizzled some into the crack of his ass. Seconds later, I slid into him. I placed my hands on his buttocks and began to thrust. He pushed his ass back to meet me.
“Slap me,” he whispered.
I whacked him hard on his right buttock. Hard enough to raise a pink hand print seconds later. Jeremy was moaning again and whispering an occasional, “Yeah, that’s it. That’s it.”
Sweat began to form on my forehead. It wasn’t that hot, but I was exerting myself more than I usually did on the elliptical at the gym. I ran my hand up and down Jeremy’s spine. Then I said, “Turn over.” I wanted to see the look on his face while I fucked him.
He flipped over, and I pushed him into a corner of the couch. Pulling his legs up, I rested them on my shoulders as a jammed my cock back into him. Eyes locked on mine, he reached up and ran his hand across my face while I fucked him. I pushed forward so I could get better leverage, allowing his legs to splay open and bounce with each thrust.
The harder I fucked him, the more he liked it. I couldn’t help thinking he was asking me to punish him somehow, as though if we just fucked hard enough our problems would disappear. I jerked him with one hand. His dick was so hard, I wondered if it hurt.
“Squeeze my neck,” he whispered.
“What? No.”
“Do it.”
I was getting close, and fucking him, even in a harsh punishing way, was too perfect to stop, so I did it. I slipped my right hand around his throat and squeezed. A moment later my left hand joined it. I continued to pump into him again and again. Pounding him. Grinding him into the couch. His mouth stretched open as he gasped for air.
His hands reached up to his neck and tried to pull mine away, and just as they did, I felt his sphincter contracting and looked down to see him coming all over his belly. I released his neck. He gasped. While he struggled to catch his breath, I gave him a few hard, merciless thrusts and came.
Almost immediately, I felt uncomfortable with what we’d done. I went into the bathroom to dispose of my come-filled condom. There were so many things wrong with this. It had been totally hot, and part of me wanted to just focus on that. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t pretend that what had just happened was okay.
I went back into the living room and began to put my clothes on. Jeremy was lolling on the sofa, his belly covered in come. With a dirty smile, he said, “You’re still pretty good at that.” His voice was a tiny bit hoarse.
“What was that choking thing?”
“I read about it somewhere. Wanted to try it.”
“Why didn’t you try it with Skye?”
Jeremy shrugged. “He’s not good at change.”
I almost laughed. It sounded like Skye was every bit as vanilla as Jeremy had accused me of being. I sat down in a chair and wondered when Jeremy might get dressed.
He got up and started wandering around the house naked, checking it out. I realized I really
