So gooood. Alex is trembling and anxious but Greg reminds him that they've done nothing wrong. Filler episode but still well-written. And now, we're again edging for the next action hehe. Can't wait for the next one!!!
EP 8: Shadow Between Notes
The morning ended on the couch.
Greg and I sat there like we were just two guys, sipping coffee, watching baseball. The game was nothing special…some middle-of-the-season slog where the crowd’s cheers rose and fell in lazy rhythm. But I couldn’t focus. Not when Greg’s bare skin was right there, the morning light catching the ridges of his chest. Not when his boxers rode up higher on his thighs every time he shifted.
And then there was the way his legs spread, wider and wider, like he was letting me see more, like he knew where my eyes kept drifting.
The curve of his bulge pressed soft against the fabric. His quads, dusted with dark hair, stretched and flexed when he adjusted. He didn’t look at me when he did it. Just sipped his coffee, eyes on the TV, like it was all unintentional.
But it wasn’t. I knew it wasn’t.
I sipped my coffee slower, stealing glances I shouldn’t, my stomach a knot of nerves and heat.
The game ended. We sat there until the commentators wrapped up, and then life crept back in.
The day slipped by in fragments.
A quick grocery run where I pushed a cart half full of basics, my head buzzing with thoughts of him shirtless on the couch. A lunch with an old friend where I barely listened to half of what she said, nodding at the right times but thinking about Greg’s voice rough in my ear last night, his cum spilling down my throat.
When I came home, the apartment felt different. Like it had absorbed him into the walls, into the cushions. His coffee mug was still sitting on the table. His office shoes by the door. His presence everywhere.
By evening, the light outside had shifted warm and orange. Greg was out at the gym, and I drifted into the spare room; the one I’d turned into a half-practice music studio, cluttered with sheet music and the old upright piano against the wall - the same one Greg was living in.
I sat on the bench and let my fingers wander the keys, the familiar rhythm grounding me. Slow, lazy chords melted into something more fluid, soft. It felt like an evening for music - an evening where I could let my thoughts stretch out without suffocating me.
I lost myself in the sound.
Which was why I didn’t hear the door open. Didn’t hear the footsteps until a voice cut through, low and rough, just above my shoulder.
“You’re good.”
I jumped slightly, fingers stumbling against the keys before stilling.
Greg was standing there. Fresh from the gym, sweat clinging to his shirt so it stuck to his chest, outlining the bulk of him. His shorts hung low, fabric darkened where it had absorbed the sweat along his quads. His hair was damp, his breathing still a little heavy like he’d just come up the stairs.
For a second, I couldn’t move. Just sat there, staring at him in the doorway, trying not to notice how the smell of him… clean sweat, deodorant, something raw drifted in with him.
“You didn’t hear me come in.” He smirked, towel draped around his neck.
“No,” I admitted, laughing softly, nerves tightening in my stomach. “I, uh… got lost in it.”
He nodded, eyes lingering on the keys, then on me. Slowly, he crossed the room and dropped onto the bed, towel hanging loose over his shoulder.
The bench creaked when I shifted, the piano still humming with the last note. I turned slightly, hands resting in my lap.
“You always play?” he asked, leaning back on his palms.
“Not as much as I should.” I swallowed, heart racing at how close he was, at how casual he looked sitting on my bed, still catching his breath from a workout.
“It helps clear my head. Makes me feel… free, I guess.”, I added.
He nodded slowly, eyes flicking to the piano again. “Yeah. I get that. For me, it’s the gym. Hitting the weights, zoning out… it’s the only place I don’t feel like I’m in my own head all the time.”
Something about the way he said it made me tilt my head, curious. “So is that why you went to the gym on a Sunday? You doing okay Mr.Lawson?”
Greg let out a breath, his hand tugging at the towel looped around his neck. He pulled it free and dropped it onto the bed beside him, like the weight of it was too much.
I shifted on the bench, turning fully toward him now. The piano hummed faintly with the last chord I’d played, but the air between us had changed.
He hesitated at first, his jaw working, then pushed himself off the bed and crossed the room. Slowly, deliberately, he sat down at the edge of the bed right in front of me. Close enough that the space between us felt charged, but not yet dangerous.
“Yeah… so…” He rubbed the back of his neck, searching for the words. “I don’t usually talk about this stuff.”
I stayed quiet, giving him room. My fingers brushed nervously against each other in my lap.
“My wife,” he started, the word catching on his tongue. Then he corrected himself quietly. “Ex-wife, technically. Things started breaking long before we signed papers. Little cracks at first. Shit you don’t notice until it’s too late.”
His eyes dropped to his knees, thumbs fidgeting against his thighs.
“She… she wasn’t into things I was into. Sexually. Intimacy, all of it. At first, I thought, fine, you compromise, you let it slide. But then years go by, and the bed goes cold, and suddenly you’re two people living in the same house, avoiding each other in the kitchen.”
He laughed, but it was dry, bitter.
My eyes lingered. I couldn’t help it.
The way his chest rose under his sweat-damp shirt, the outline of his pecs pressing through the thin fabric. The ridges of his abs, still visible even beneath the cling of cotton. His thighs spread wider on the mattress, the shorts straining across them, pulling just enough that I could see the heft of him resting heavy against the fabric. And then, worse…his lips. Soft, full, slightly wet when he dragged his tongue over the bottom one before speaking again.
I shifted on the piano stool, pulse thudding in my throat.
Greg’s voice dropped. “So… when last night… what happened between us…” He paused, eyes locking on mine. “It felt good Alex. Like… in a long time.”
The words hit me like heat.
I became shy, my mouth twitching toward a smile I tried to swallow down. My hands gripped my knees tighter.
“I—uh… Greg,” I managed, my throat dry. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that. I just… I helped in any way I could.”
His mouth curved, but it wasn’t cruel. Just knowing. “Yeah, man. You did. Thing is… it’s difficult, you know? For a man like me. Who just wanted to fuck his wife.”
He looked at me then. Held me in it.
“Like, c’mon. Us guys? We’re horndogs. That’s who we are. But months without sex?” He shook his head slowly, tongue clicking against his teeth. “That’s just cruel.”
I laughed nervously, too sharp, then it died on my lips. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh—”
Greg broke the tension himself, a rough chuckle rumbling out. “No, no. Don’t worry. I’m not afraid to admit it. I am a horndog. Always been one.” He leaned back on the bed, propping himself up on his palms, his chest stretching wide, legs spreading further. “Hell, I’ve been horny all damn day. Even this morning. Watching baseball, sitting there next to you.”
His eyes glinted, the corner of his mouth tugging.
My stomach dropped, heat flushing through me.
I swallowed, voice smaller. “…Yeah. I noticed.”
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Coming Up Next: Are You Still Curious?
[Chapters are already posted on Patreon early before they drop here]
The morning ended on the couch.
Greg and I sat there like we were just two guys, sipping coffee, watching baseball. The game was nothing special…some middle-of-the-season slog where the crowd’s cheers rose and fell in lazy rhythm. But I couldn’t focus. Not when Greg’s bare skin was right there, the morning light catching the ridges of his chest. Not when his boxers rode up higher on his thighs every time he shifted.
And then there was the way his legs spread, wider and wider, like he was letting me see more, like he knew where my eyes kept drifting.
The curve of his bulge pressed soft against the fabric. His quads, dusted with dark hair, stretched and flexed when he adjusted. He didn’t look at me when he did it. Just sipped his coffee, eyes on the TV, like it was all unintentional.
But it wasn’t. I knew it wasn’t.
I sipped my coffee slower, stealing glances I shouldn’t, my stomach a knot of nerves and heat.
The game ended. We sat there until the commentators wrapped up, and then life crept back in.
The day slipped by in fragments.
A quick grocery run where I pushed a cart half full of basics, my head buzzing with thoughts of him shirtless on the couch. A lunch with an old friend where I barely listened to half of what she said, nodding at the right times but thinking about Greg’s voice rough in my ear last night, his cum spilling down my throat.
When I came home, the apartment felt different. Like it had absorbed him into the walls, into the cushions. His coffee mug was still sitting on the table. His office shoes by the door. His presence everywhere.
By evening, the light outside had shifted warm and orange. Greg was out at the gym, and I drifted into the spare room; the one I’d turned into a half-practice music studio, cluttered with sheet music and the old upright piano against the wall - the same one Greg was living in.
I sat on the bench and let my fingers wander the keys, the familiar rhythm grounding me. Slow, lazy chords melted into something more fluid, soft. It felt like an evening for music - an evening where I could let my thoughts stretch out without suffocating me.
I lost myself in the sound.
Which was why I didn’t hear the door open. Didn’t hear the footsteps until a voice cut through, low and rough, just above my shoulder.
“You’re good.”
I jumped slightly, fingers stumbling against the keys before stilling.
Greg was standing there. Fresh from the gym, sweat clinging to his shirt so it stuck to his chest, outlining the bulk of him. His shorts hung low, fabric darkened where it had absorbed the sweat along his quads. His hair was damp, his breathing still a little heavy like he’d just come up the stairs.
For a second, I couldn’t move. Just sat there, staring at him in the doorway, trying not to notice how the smell of him… clean sweat, deodorant, something raw drifted in with him.
“You didn’t hear me come in.” He smirked, towel draped around his neck.
“No,” I admitted, laughing softly, nerves tightening in my stomach. “I, uh… got lost in it.”
He nodded, eyes lingering on the keys, then on me. Slowly, he crossed the room and dropped onto the bed, towel hanging loose over his shoulder.
The bench creaked when I shifted, the piano still humming with the last note. I turned slightly, hands resting in my lap.
“You always play?” he asked, leaning back on his palms.
“Not as much as I should.” I swallowed, heart racing at how close he was, at how casual he looked sitting on my bed, still catching his breath from a workout.
“It helps clear my head. Makes me feel… free, I guess.”, I added.
He nodded slowly, eyes flicking to the piano again. “Yeah. I get that. For me, it’s the gym. Hitting the weights, zoning out… it’s the only place I don’t feel like I’m in my own head all the time.”
Something about the way he said it made me tilt my head, curious. “So is that why you went to the gym on a Sunday? You doing okay Mr.Lawson?”
Greg let out a breath, his hand tugging at the towel looped around his neck. He pulled it free and dropped it onto the bed beside him, like the weight of it was too much.
I shifted on the bench, turning fully toward him now. The piano hummed faintly with the last chord I’d played, but the air between us had changed.
He hesitated at first, his jaw working, then pushed himself off the bed and crossed the room. Slowly, deliberately, he sat down at the edge of the bed right in front of me. Close enough that the space between us felt charged, but not yet dangerous.
“Yeah… so…” He rubbed the back of his neck, searching for the words. “I don’t usually talk about this stuff.”
I stayed quiet, giving him room. My fingers brushed nervously against each other in my lap.
“My wife,” he started, the word catching on his tongue. Then he corrected himself quietly. “Ex-wife, technically. Things started breaking long before we signed papers. Little cracks at first. Shit you don’t notice until it’s too late.”
His eyes dropped to his knees, thumbs fidgeting against his thighs.
“She… she wasn’t into things I was into. Sexually. Intimacy, all of it. At first, I thought, fine, you compromise, you let it slide. But then years go by, and the bed goes cold, and suddenly you’re two people living in the same house, avoiding each other in the kitchen.”
He laughed, but it was dry, bitter.
My eyes lingered. I couldn’t help it.
The way his chest rose under his sweat-damp shirt, the outline of his pecs pressing through the thin fabric. The ridges of his abs, still visible even beneath the cling of cotton. His thighs spread wider on the mattress, the shorts straining across them, pulling just enough that I could see the heft of him resting heavy against the fabric. And then, worse…his lips. Soft, full, slightly wet when he dragged his tongue over the bottom one before speaking again.
I shifted on the piano stool, pulse thudding in my throat.
Greg’s voice dropped. “So… when last night… what happened between us…” He paused, eyes locking on mine. “It felt good Alex. Like… in a long time.”
The words hit me like heat.
I became shy, my mouth twitching toward a smile I tried to swallow down. My hands gripped my knees tighter.
“I—uh… Greg,” I managed, my throat dry. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that. I just… I helped in any way I could.”
His mouth curved, but it wasn’t cruel. Just knowing. “Yeah, man. You did. Thing is… it’s difficult, you know? For a man like me. Who just wanted to fuck his wife.”
He looked at me then. Held me in it.
“Like, c’mon. Us guys? We’re horndogs. That’s who we are. But months without sex?” He shook his head slowly, tongue clicking against his teeth. “That’s just cruel.”
I laughed nervously, too sharp, then it died on my lips. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh—”
Greg broke the tension himself, a rough chuckle rumbling out. “No, no. Don’t worry. I’m not afraid to admit it. I am a horndog. Always been one.” He leaned back on the bed, propping himself up on his palms, his chest stretching wide, legs spreading further. “Hell, I’ve been horny all damn day. Even this morning. Watching baseball, sitting there next to you.”
His eyes glinted, the corner of his mouth tugging.
My stomach dropped, heat flushing through me.
I swallowed, voice smaller. “…Yeah. I noticed.”
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Coming Up Next: Are You Still Curious?
[Chapters are already posted on Patreon early before they drop here]
Me too, Greg, me too! Please do not edge us for too long DanXWrites! Bless us with the next wank-worthy episode!
- Acpy,
Alex better get his arse lubed up, Greg is gonna give it to him hard and rough.
EP 9: Are You Still Curious?
My boss, still sweaty from his workout, casually admitted he’d been horny all morning.
“Yeah, I noticed… when you were sitting on the couch this morning,” , I replied.
He smirked, eyes narrowing just a little. “Yeah? I saw you looking.”
That pulled a smile out of me before I could stop it.
“To be honest man,” Greg went on, laughing low, “I was horny at the gym too. All that pre-workout, all the blood pumping.” He exhaled, shifting slightly so his shorts tugged lower against his hips. “Couldn’t even focus on the sets. Just felt… worked up.”
My eyes betrayed me. Drifted lower. His quads flexed, dusted with dark hair, thick and powerful. And there, heavy against the fabric of his shorts, his cock… obvious, even soft, pressing a slow, growing shape.
Greg leaned back further, legs stretched out, his posture casual but his eyes sharp, watching me watch him.
The silence between us turned thick.
I licked my lips without thinking, shifting on the bench, too aware of the heat flooding my body.
And Greg’s smirk deepened, like he knew exactly where my thoughts had gone.
Greg tipped his head back against the couch, his legs spreading lazily until the fabric of his shorts pulled tight over the heavy shape pressing against them. His eyes narrowed as if he was studying me…like I was an opponent at the plate he already knew how to strike out. Then his voice dropped low, rough around the edges.
“So tell me, Alex…” His lips curved into a half-smile. “When you looked this morning…when you looked again just now…what exactly were you hoping to see?”
My throat went dry. I froze
Before I could answer, he pushed it further. “Or maybe I should ask the real question…” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, bulge still straining against the shorts. “Last night. Was it the first time you sucked a dick?”
Heat flooded my face. “Wh—what?”
Greg chuckled, deep and easy, like he was tossing me a slow ball he knew I couldn’t hit. “Well, I highly doubt it was your first time, considering the performance your mouth gave.”
I almost choked on my own breath. “Greg… you’re my boss.” The words came out small, almost squeaked, my lips twitching into a nervous smile I couldn’t control.
He grinned wider. “C’mon, man. I was your boss last night too.” He sat back upright, looking me dead in the eyes, no hesitation. “You can be open with me.”
I shifted on the bench, rubbing my palms together. My voice was small, hesitant. “Yeah… I mean, no, it wasn’t my first time.”
“Ahan.” He nodded like he’d already known the answer. “I figured. ’Cause all my life, Alex, I’ve never experienced a blowjob that deep. You fucking swallowed it whole.”, he chuckled..
That last sentence made my stomach twist. My lips parted slightly without me realizing. Then my tongue flicked across them. Unintentional. Nervous tick. But Greg caught it. His eyes dragged over the motion, and the corners of his mouth lifted into something hungrier.
“So…Did you like it?” he asked suddenly. His voice sharpened, quiet but direct. “Did you like having a dick in your mouth?”
I swallowed hard. “I—uh—yeah. Yeah, I did. But it’s not like… I don’t do it often.”
Greg tilted his head, eyes glinting. “What do you mean? You don’t have a boyfriend? Anyone you’re seeing?”
I shook my head, fumbling. “Not really. I’ve only been with two guys before. But… I don’t know. I was just too nerdy for them. And we never really…”
Greg leaned closer. “Never really what?”
My chest tightened. I looked down at the floor, heat creeping up my neck. “Never really went more than… that.”
“Wait.” His voice cut through me. “Do you mean…?”
I forced myself to look at him, then away again, words almost whispered. “Yeah.”
Greg’s brows shot up. Then he slapped his palm lightly against my thigh, the sudden contact making me jolt. “Shit, Alex. Man, you serious?”
“Uh, yeah. Mr. Lawson.” My voice cracked on his name.
His lips parted, then pressed together as if he was holding back another laugh. “So you’ve only sucked a cock… but never really had sex?”
I shifted again, embarrassment burning through me. “…No. I haven’t. And honestly, I’ve only ever sucked off one guy.”
Greg blinked. “Wait, what the fuck, Alex. Just once? And what you did yesterday looked like years of practice.”
I gave him a shy smile, eyes flicking up at him. Couldn’t help it. My lips curved, soft and nervous.
He studied me with something between disbelief and hunger. “But why though?”
My chest rose sharply. I ran a hand over my neck. “It was like… a year ago.”
His grin curved sly. “The last dick you sucked?” He paused, corrected himself with a smirk. “The last dick you sucked before last night?”
“Y-yeah.”
Greg’s smile deepened, like he was putting pieces together. “So let me guess. He said he was straight? Just wanted some help?”
The way he said it…teasing, biting…made my skin prickle. My lips parted as I nodded. “Yeah. That’s… actually exactly it.”
Greg tilted his head, that knowing grin spreading across his face. He looked like he wanted to laugh, but also like the story was hitting too close to home.
“And what happened?” he pressed.
I let out a nervous laugh, rubbing my palms against my thighs. “He chickened out. Never went further than a blowjob.”
Greg’s eyes stayed locked on mine. His voice dropped lower, steady. “Shit, man… but did you want it to go further?”
I hesitated. The silence between us thickened. My lips opened, closed again. My gaze slid down toward the floor, then back at his shorts at the way the fabric still bulged, stretched, heavy. “Like… yeah. I mean. I was curious. Back then.”
He leaned back again, stretching, the mattress creaking under him. His smirk widened. “Are you still curious?”
My heart stuttered. I froze, every part of me lit up at once. “…Uhm.” My voice cracked. “…A little.”
Greg’s eyes sharpened, watching my face, my body. Then his lips tugged into that smirk again, full of confidence. “So. If you enjoyed last night…” He paused, long enough for me to squirm, then added, deliberate, “And I’m assuming you did enjoy yourself.”
I nodded quickly. Too quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
His smile deepened, almost proud. Then he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, and his voice dropped to a low growl.
“Would you…” He let the words drag. “Wanna give me some head right now? See where we go from there?”
The words hit me like a fastball to the chest. My breath caught. My whole body went rigid. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. His eyes stayed on mine, steady, waiting, daring me.
And I couldn’t tell if I was more shocked by the offer… or by the way my body immediately wanted to say yes.
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Coming Up Next: Hungry For More
[Chapters are already posted on Patreon early before they drop here]
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My boss, still sweaty from his workout, casually admitted he’d been horny all morning.
“Yeah, I noticed… when you were sitting on the couch this morning,” , I replied.
He smirked, eyes narrowing just a little. “Yeah? I saw you looking.”
That pulled a smile out of me before I could stop it.
“To be honest man,” Greg went on, laughing low, “I was horny at the gym too. All that pre-workout, all the blood pumping.” He exhaled, shifting slightly so his shorts tugged lower against his hips. “Couldn’t even focus on the sets. Just felt… worked up.”
My eyes betrayed me. Drifted lower. His quads flexed, dusted with dark hair, thick and powerful. And there, heavy against the fabric of his shorts, his cock… obvious, even soft, pressing a slow, growing shape.
Greg leaned back further, legs stretched out, his posture casual but his eyes sharp, watching me watch him.
The silence between us turned thick.
I licked my lips without thinking, shifting on the bench, too aware of the heat flooding my body.
And Greg’s smirk deepened, like he knew exactly where my thoughts had gone.
Greg tipped his head back against the couch, his legs spreading lazily until the fabric of his shorts pulled tight over the heavy shape pressing against them. His eyes narrowed as if he was studying me…like I was an opponent at the plate he already knew how to strike out. Then his voice dropped low, rough around the edges.
“So tell me, Alex…” His lips curved into a half-smile. “When you looked this morning…when you looked again just now…what exactly were you hoping to see?”
My throat went dry. I froze
Before I could answer, he pushed it further. “Or maybe I should ask the real question…” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, bulge still straining against the shorts. “Last night. Was it the first time you sucked a dick?”
Heat flooded my face. “Wh—what?”
Greg chuckled, deep and easy, like he was tossing me a slow ball he knew I couldn’t hit. “Well, I highly doubt it was your first time, considering the performance your mouth gave.”
I almost choked on my own breath. “Greg… you’re my boss.” The words came out small, almost squeaked, my lips twitching into a nervous smile I couldn’t control.
He grinned wider. “C’mon, man. I was your boss last night too.” He sat back upright, looking me dead in the eyes, no hesitation. “You can be open with me.”
I shifted on the bench, rubbing my palms together. My voice was small, hesitant. “Yeah… I mean, no, it wasn’t my first time.”
“Ahan.” He nodded like he’d already known the answer. “I figured. ’Cause all my life, Alex, I’ve never experienced a blowjob that deep. You fucking swallowed it whole.”, he chuckled..
That last sentence made my stomach twist. My lips parted slightly without me realizing. Then my tongue flicked across them. Unintentional. Nervous tick. But Greg caught it. His eyes dragged over the motion, and the corners of his mouth lifted into something hungrier.
“So…Did you like it?” he asked suddenly. His voice sharpened, quiet but direct. “Did you like having a dick in your mouth?”
I swallowed hard. “I—uh—yeah. Yeah, I did. But it’s not like… I don’t do it often.”
Greg tilted his head, eyes glinting. “What do you mean? You don’t have a boyfriend? Anyone you’re seeing?”
I shook my head, fumbling. “Not really. I’ve only been with two guys before. But… I don’t know. I was just too nerdy for them. And we never really…”
Greg leaned closer. “Never really what?”
My chest tightened. I looked down at the floor, heat creeping up my neck. “Never really went more than… that.”
“Wait.” His voice cut through me. “Do you mean…?”
I forced myself to look at him, then away again, words almost whispered. “Yeah.”
Greg’s brows shot up. Then he slapped his palm lightly against my thigh, the sudden contact making me jolt. “Shit, Alex. Man, you serious?”
“Uh, yeah. Mr. Lawson.” My voice cracked on his name.
His lips parted, then pressed together as if he was holding back another laugh. “So you’ve only sucked a cock… but never really had sex?”
I shifted again, embarrassment burning through me. “…No. I haven’t. And honestly, I’ve only ever sucked off one guy.”
Greg blinked. “Wait, what the fuck, Alex. Just once? And what you did yesterday looked like years of practice.”
I gave him a shy smile, eyes flicking up at him. Couldn’t help it. My lips curved, soft and nervous.
He studied me with something between disbelief and hunger. “But why though?”
My chest rose sharply. I ran a hand over my neck. “It was like… a year ago.”
His grin curved sly. “The last dick you sucked?” He paused, corrected himself with a smirk. “The last dick you sucked before last night?”
“Y-yeah.”
Greg’s smile deepened, like he was putting pieces together. “So let me guess. He said he was straight? Just wanted some help?”
The way he said it…teasing, biting…made my skin prickle. My lips parted as I nodded. “Yeah. That’s… actually exactly it.”
Greg tilted his head, that knowing grin spreading across his face. He looked like he wanted to laugh, but also like the story was hitting too close to home.
“And what happened?” he pressed.
I let out a nervous laugh, rubbing my palms against my thighs. “He chickened out. Never went further than a blowjob.”
Greg’s eyes stayed locked on mine. His voice dropped lower, steady. “Shit, man… but did you want it to go further?”
I hesitated. The silence between us thickened. My lips opened, closed again. My gaze slid down toward the floor, then back at his shorts at the way the fabric still bulged, stretched, heavy. “Like… yeah. I mean. I was curious. Back then.”
He leaned back again, stretching, the mattress creaking under him. His smirk widened. “Are you still curious?”
My heart stuttered. I froze, every part of me lit up at once. “…Uhm.” My voice cracked. “…A little.”
Greg’s eyes sharpened, watching my face, my body. Then his lips tugged into that smirk again, full of confidence. “So. If you enjoyed last night…” He paused, long enough for me to squirm, then added, deliberate, “And I’m assuming you did enjoy yourself.”
I nodded quickly. Too quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
His smile deepened, almost proud. Then he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, and his voice dropped to a low growl.
“Would you…” He let the words drag. “Wanna give me some head right now? See where we go from there?”
The words hit me like a fastball to the chest. My breath caught. My whole body went rigid. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. His eyes stayed on mine, steady, waiting, daring me.
And I couldn’t tell if I was more shocked by the offer… or by the way my body immediately wanted to say yes.
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Coming Up Next: Hungry For More
[Chapters are already posted on Patreon early before they drop here]
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Blimey and you leave us there at that point !!
Wow, Alex is playing it cool but is already screaming deep inside. You're not fooling anyone Alex haha.
PS. Here's to another set of edging with this cliffhanger huhu. Thank you for another well-written episode Dan! Love love!
EP 10: Hungry For More
Recap: I’d been lost at the piano when I heard the door creak open…Greg back from the gym, shirt clinging damp to his chest, shorts riding low on his hips, the smell of sweat and soap trailing in with him. He sat on the bed across from me, towel slipping from his neck, while I turned on the piano bench to face him. What started as small talk…music, the gym, clearing our heads…shifted fast into something heavier, his words circling his ex-wife, cold beds, and months without touch.
And then his eyes caught mine. He leaned back, legs spreading, voice low and rough as he pressed me about last night. About my mouth on his dick. About whether it was really my first time. Questions turned confessions, and I admitted more than I’d ever meant to…my shyness, my inexperience, the fact that I’d never gone further than a blowjob. His smirk only deepened. And then, sitting there across from me, he asked the kind of question that made my pulse spike in my throat: “Would you wanna give me some head right now? See where we go from there?”
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For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
The words just hung there, filling the room, echoing against the walls louder than the faint hum of the piano still vibrating behind me.
Would you wanna give me some head right now? See where we go from there?
Greg leaned forward, elbows resting on his spread thighs, his voice low, casual, like he was asking if I wanted to grab a beer. But it wasn’t casual, not to me. Not when the heat in his eyes said he already knew what my answer would be.
I froze on the bench, fingers gripping my knees. My gaze betrayed me, slipping down his body…past the sweat-darkened t-shirt clinging to his chest, down to his quads, flexing thick under the cling of his shorts. Dark hair dusted over them, catching the evening light. They looked solid, heavy, the kind of legs built from years under a squat rack.
And higher…my eyes caught on the way the fabric of his shorts pushed out. The bulge that had been taunting me since this morning, fuller now, heavier, outlined even through the cotton.
I dragged my gaze back up too late. Greg had seen it.
He smirked, leaning back on his palms, legs spreading wider. “Hey,” he said easily, voice dipping low, “no pressure. I mean it. I figured if you had fun last night, maybe you’d wanna do it again.”
The way he said it…like it was nothing, like we weren’t crossing lines that could get us both fired made my chest tighten.
I swallowed, my voice breaking out faster than I meant. “I mean… I fucking loved it.”
The words hit the air before I could reel them back. Raw, too honest. My face burned, and I almost wanted to cover my mouth.
Greg laughed, warm, rough, shaking his head like he hadn’t expected me to throw it out like that. “Yeah? That right?”
He leaned back further, hands braced on the mattress, and with a slow tug, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts. The fabric slid down his thighs, clinging to the damp skin for a second before dropping low on his hips. Beneath, his black briefs were straining, the outline of his cock unmistakable, thick and heavy, pressing forward like it wanted out.
My eyes locked onto it. Couldn’t help it. My throat went dry.
Greg noticed. His grin turned into a smirk, the kind that made my stomach twist. “Don’t be shy, Alex.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “If you liked it, come over here and get some more.”
My chest squeezed, heat spreading everywhere, his words flooding into me like a challenge.
He kept going, smirking wider, eyes glinting. “C’mon. Don’t sit there looking at it like you’re starving. You already know how good it tastes.”
Something in me snapped.
“Yes.” The word tore out of me, sharp, fast. Cutting him off.
Greg blinked, then grinned, shaking his head like he’d just won a bet he’d known the answer to anyway. “Atta boy,” he said.
I pushed off the bench, my knees weak, legs shaky as I closed the space between us. Every step felt heavy, like I was dragging my body through heat. He stayed where he was, laid back on my bed, watching me come to him with that calm, steady smirk, like he had all the time in the world.
I knelt in front of him, my face inches from his thighs, the heat of his body rolling off him. My hands hesitated, hovering just above his legs.
Greg tilted his head, eyes locked on mine. “Go on,” he said quietly, command threaded into the calm.
My fingers touched his skin, the hair on his quads coarse under my palms. I felt the muscle twitch beneath, solid, alive. I slid my hands higher, up to the waistband of his briefs. His cock was straining hard against it now, thick and curved, the outline pressing forward like it was begging to be freed.
I looked up at him, nervous, waiting for something…permission, maybe.
He gave me that half-smile again, eyes burning down at me. “Don’t make me wait any longer, Alex.”
That did it.
I hooked my fingers under the waistband and tugged. The briefs peeled down, dragging over the swell of him, and then his cock sprang free. Heavy, thick, the head flushed dark and already wet at the tip.
My breath caught. The sight of it so close, hard and leaking for me, sent a rush of heat through my chest.
Greg chuckled low, watching my face. “There it is. You missed it, didn’t you?”
I didn’t answer. My mouth was already opening.
The taste of him hit my tongue immediately..salt and skin, warm and musky, like last night but saltier, sharper. My lips closed over the head, the pre-cum tasting against my tongue, and Greg groaned deep in his chest, a sound that rolled through me like thunder.
“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, his hand sliding into my hair. “That’s it. fuck, you look good down there.”
The praise made me hum against him, and his hips twitched. I slid my mouth down his cock slowly, feeling the stretch, the weight of him pressing to the back of my throat.
Last night had been frantic, desperate. Tonight, I wanted to savor it.
I pulled back, licking along the underside, dragging my tongue against the thick vein that pulsed there. His thighs flexed under my hands, muscles tightening, and he hissed through his teeth.
“Shit, Alex… You really fucking love suck-ing cock, don’t you?”
I nodded against him, mouth full, eyes flicking up to meet his. He was staring down at me, jaw tight, chest heaving, sweat still clinging to his shirt.
The sight of him like that; my boss, undone, legs spread on my bed, cock in my mouth made my head spin.
I sucked harder, bobbing down his dick, each groan and curse he let slip spurring me on. My spit coated his cock, dripping down to my chin, the sound of it messy in the quiet room.
Greg’s grip tightened in my hair, his hips rolling slightly, controlled but hungry. “Jesus Christ, man… You’re a fucking natural.”
I moaned around him, swallowing him deeper, my throat stretching as the head pushed in. My eyes watered, but I held it, pulling back slow and letting him pop free with a wet sound that made him groan louder.
I licked the tip, tasting more of him, salty and raw, then pressed a kiss to it, my lips swollen and wet.
Greg laughed breathlessly, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe this was happening. “Fuck, Alex. Look at you. On your knees for your boss. You even know how hot that is?”
His words sent a jolt through me. I gripped his thighs tighter, needing more.
I went back down on him, taking him deeper, my tongue pressed flat against his shaft, my lips stretching wide. His breathing turned rougher, his abs tensing under his shirt.
“Yeah… that’s it,” he groaned, voice sharp with need. “Take it all. Show me how much you fucking love it.”
I did. I gave him everything. My mouth, my throat, my need, all wrapped around him while his body shook under my hands.
Greg leaned back further, bracing himself, head tipping back. His cock slid in and out of my mouth, wet and hard, the sound of it obscene, filling the room with wet gasps and his low curses.
My jaw ached, my throat burned, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not when he was groaning my name like that, not when his thighs were trembling, not when his cock pulsed heavy and thick on my tongue.
When I finally pulled back, gasping for air, spit stretched between my lips and his cock. I licked it away, my chest heaving, and looked up at him through wet lashes.
Greg’s eyes were dark, hungry, locked on me like I was the only thing in the world. His chest rose hard, his hands fisting in the sheets.
And then, breathless, rough, he asked:
“You wanna go further?”
The question hit me harder than anything else.
Because my answer was written all over me…my lips swollen, my chin dripping, my cock straining in my own shorts.
And I knew, in that moment, the line we were about to cross would make last night look tame.
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Coming Up Next: Greg's First Time
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Recap: I’d been lost at the piano when I heard the door creak open…Greg back from the gym, shirt clinging damp to his chest, shorts riding low on his hips, the smell of sweat and soap trailing in with him. He sat on the bed across from me, towel slipping from his neck, while I turned on the piano bench to face him. What started as small talk…music, the gym, clearing our heads…shifted fast into something heavier, his words circling his ex-wife, cold beds, and months without touch.
And then his eyes caught mine. He leaned back, legs spreading, voice low and rough as he pressed me about last night. About my mouth on his dick. About whether it was really my first time. Questions turned confessions, and I admitted more than I’d ever meant to…my shyness, my inexperience, the fact that I’d never gone further than a blowjob. His smirk only deepened. And then, sitting there across from me, he asked the kind of question that made my pulse spike in my throat: “Would you wanna give me some head right now? See where we go from there?”
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For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
The words just hung there, filling the room, echoing against the walls louder than the faint hum of the piano still vibrating behind me.
Would you wanna give me some head right now? See where we go from there?
Greg leaned forward, elbows resting on his spread thighs, his voice low, casual, like he was asking if I wanted to grab a beer. But it wasn’t casual, not to me. Not when the heat in his eyes said he already knew what my answer would be.
I froze on the bench, fingers gripping my knees. My gaze betrayed me, slipping down his body…past the sweat-darkened t-shirt clinging to his chest, down to his quads, flexing thick under the cling of his shorts. Dark hair dusted over them, catching the evening light. They looked solid, heavy, the kind of legs built from years under a squat rack.
And higher…my eyes caught on the way the fabric of his shorts pushed out. The bulge that had been taunting me since this morning, fuller now, heavier, outlined even through the cotton.
I dragged my gaze back up too late. Greg had seen it.
He smirked, leaning back on his palms, legs spreading wider. “Hey,” he said easily, voice dipping low, “no pressure. I mean it. I figured if you had fun last night, maybe you’d wanna do it again.”
The way he said it…like it was nothing, like we weren’t crossing lines that could get us both fired made my chest tighten.
I swallowed, my voice breaking out faster than I meant. “I mean… I fucking loved it.”
The words hit the air before I could reel them back. Raw, too honest. My face burned, and I almost wanted to cover my mouth.
Greg laughed, warm, rough, shaking his head like he hadn’t expected me to throw it out like that. “Yeah? That right?”
He leaned back further, hands braced on the mattress, and with a slow tug, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts. The fabric slid down his thighs, clinging to the damp skin for a second before dropping low on his hips. Beneath, his black briefs were straining, the outline of his cock unmistakable, thick and heavy, pressing forward like it wanted out.
My eyes locked onto it. Couldn’t help it. My throat went dry.
Greg noticed. His grin turned into a smirk, the kind that made my stomach twist. “Don’t be shy, Alex.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “If you liked it, come over here and get some more.”
My chest squeezed, heat spreading everywhere, his words flooding into me like a challenge.
He kept going, smirking wider, eyes glinting. “C’mon. Don’t sit there looking at it like you’re starving. You already know how good it tastes.”
Something in me snapped.
“Yes.” The word tore out of me, sharp, fast. Cutting him off.
Greg blinked, then grinned, shaking his head like he’d just won a bet he’d known the answer to anyway. “Atta boy,” he said.
I pushed off the bench, my knees weak, legs shaky as I closed the space between us. Every step felt heavy, like I was dragging my body through heat. He stayed where he was, laid back on my bed, watching me come to him with that calm, steady smirk, like he had all the time in the world.
I knelt in front of him, my face inches from his thighs, the heat of his body rolling off him. My hands hesitated, hovering just above his legs.
Greg tilted his head, eyes locked on mine. “Go on,” he said quietly, command threaded into the calm.
My fingers touched his skin, the hair on his quads coarse under my palms. I felt the muscle twitch beneath, solid, alive. I slid my hands higher, up to the waistband of his briefs. His cock was straining hard against it now, thick and curved, the outline pressing forward like it was begging to be freed.
I looked up at him, nervous, waiting for something…permission, maybe.
He gave me that half-smile again, eyes burning down at me. “Don’t make me wait any longer, Alex.”
That did it.
I hooked my fingers under the waistband and tugged. The briefs peeled down, dragging over the swell of him, and then his cock sprang free. Heavy, thick, the head flushed dark and already wet at the tip.
My breath caught. The sight of it so close, hard and leaking for me, sent a rush of heat through my chest.
Greg chuckled low, watching my face. “There it is. You missed it, didn’t you?”
I didn’t answer. My mouth was already opening.
The taste of him hit my tongue immediately..salt and skin, warm and musky, like last night but saltier, sharper. My lips closed over the head, the pre-cum tasting against my tongue, and Greg groaned deep in his chest, a sound that rolled through me like thunder.
“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, his hand sliding into my hair. “That’s it. fuck, you look good down there.”
The praise made me hum against him, and his hips twitched. I slid my mouth down his cock slowly, feeling the stretch, the weight of him pressing to the back of my throat.
Last night had been frantic, desperate. Tonight, I wanted to savor it.
I pulled back, licking along the underside, dragging my tongue against the thick vein that pulsed there. His thighs flexed under my hands, muscles tightening, and he hissed through his teeth.
“Shit, Alex… You really fucking love suck-ing cock, don’t you?”
I nodded against him, mouth full, eyes flicking up to meet his. He was staring down at me, jaw tight, chest heaving, sweat still clinging to his shirt.
The sight of him like that; my boss, undone, legs spread on my bed, cock in my mouth made my head spin.
I sucked harder, bobbing down his dick, each groan and curse he let slip spurring me on. My spit coated his cock, dripping down to my chin, the sound of it messy in the quiet room.
Greg’s grip tightened in my hair, his hips rolling slightly, controlled but hungry. “Jesus Christ, man… You’re a fucking natural.”
I moaned around him, swallowing him deeper, my throat stretching as the head pushed in. My eyes watered, but I held it, pulling back slow and letting him pop free with a wet sound that made him groan louder.
I licked the tip, tasting more of him, salty and raw, then pressed a kiss to it, my lips swollen and wet.
Greg laughed breathlessly, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe this was happening. “Fuck, Alex. Look at you. On your knees for your boss. You even know how hot that is?”
His words sent a jolt through me. I gripped his thighs tighter, needing more.
I went back down on him, taking him deeper, my tongue pressed flat against his shaft, my lips stretching wide. His breathing turned rougher, his abs tensing under his shirt.
“Yeah… that’s it,” he groaned, voice sharp with need. “Take it all. Show me how much you fucking love it.”
I did. I gave him everything. My mouth, my throat, my need, all wrapped around him while his body shook under my hands.
Greg leaned back further, bracing himself, head tipping back. His cock slid in and out of my mouth, wet and hard, the sound of it obscene, filling the room with wet gasps and his low curses.
My jaw ached, my throat burned, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not when he was groaning my name like that, not when his thighs were trembling, not when his cock pulsed heavy and thick on my tongue.
When I finally pulled back, gasping for air, spit stretched between my lips and his cock. I licked it away, my chest heaving, and looked up at him through wet lashes.
Greg’s eyes were dark, hungry, locked on me like I was the only thing in the world. His chest rose hard, his hands fisting in the sheets.
And then, breathless, rough, he asked:
“You wanna go further?”
The question hit me harder than anything else.
Because my answer was written all over me…my lips swollen, my chin dripping, my cock straining in my own shorts.
And I knew, in that moment, the line we were about to cross would make last night look tame.
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Coming Up Next: Greg's First Time
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EP 11: Greg’s First Time Fucking A Guy
Greg’s question still hung between us, heavy, raw.
“You wanna go further?”
My chest was heaving, lips swollen, chin wet with spit, my cock straining against my shorts. I didn’t even have to say it…my whole body was screaming yes.
But my voice came out anyway, shaky, low. “You mean… fuck?”
Greg grinned, lazy and cocky, like he loved hearing me say it out loud. “Yeah, man. What do you think?”
I swallowed hard, eyes flicking down to his cock, thick and pulsing in my hand. “I… I don’t know, Greg. I mean, fuck. Look at you. You’re huge. I don’t even know if I can…”
He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made my stomach flip. “You saying this cock’s too much for you?”
Before I could answer, he leaned forward, tapped the wet head of it against my tongue. A string of spit connected us. “C’mon, you took it in your mouth just fine. Don’t psych yourself out.”
I let out a muffled sound, my tongue flicking against the tip without thinking.
Greg chuckled again, softer this time, almost reassuring. “Relax. I’ve never fucked a dude either.” His hand slid through my hair, gentler now. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out. We’ll take it slow. Together.”
That word together sent a jolt through me.
He tilted his head, eyes narrowed like he was thinking it through. “Shit, man. I don’t even know if it’ll feel the same. Like…pussy, ass…fuck if I know. But I wanna try it. With you.”
My throat tightened. “Greg…”
He smirked, but softer, like he could see I was nervous. “Hey. Don’t overthink. Just trust me.”
I nodded, breath shaky. My hands were trembling, my whole body wound tight.
Greg leaned back, cock resting heavy against his thigh. “Why don’t you strip down for me, huh? Let me see you.”
The heat shot straight to my face. But I stood, shaky, and hooked my thumbs under my shirt. It peeled over my head, leaving my chest bare, my skin flushed. I could feel his eyes on me, heavy, following every move.
My shorts were next. They slid down slow, pooling at my ankles. My cock sprang free, hard and dripping, my briefs sticking to my legs from how wet I already was.
Greg let out a low whistle. “Fuck, look at you. Already leaking.”
I froze, embarrassed, but his grin only widened.
“Don’t hide it, man. That’s hot as fuck.”
I shoved my briefs down the rest of the way, kicking them aside, standing n@ked in front of him. My skin burned under his gaze.
Greg sat up straighter, eyes roaming over me like he was memorizing every inch. Then he jerked his chin toward the bed. “C’mon. Get on up there.”
I climbed onto the bed, heart racing, laying back against the sheets.
Greg smirked. “Spread your legs for me.”
The words hit me like a punch. My thighs trembled as I obeyed, spreading wide, exposing myself to him.
Greg stood, finally moving, and my breath caught at the sight of him towering over me. He stripped off his own t-shirt, muscles flexing, then shoved his shorts and briefs down in one motion, kicking them aside. His cock hung heavy still glistening from my spit.
He climbed onto the bed, moving behind me, his presence overwhelming. His hands slid down my thighs, strong… until he spread me open.
“Shit…” he breathed, his voice rough with surprise. “That’s a cute tushy you got there.”
I buried my face in the pillow, grinning despite myself. “Gregg….”
Greg laughed, the sound warm. “Nah, man, I mean it. You’re… smooth. Fuck.” He spread me wider, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin, making me jolt. “Never thought I’d be here. But damn, I like this view.”
I shivered, every nerve alive under his touch.
Greg leaned closer, his breath hot against me. “You nervous?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, my voice small.
He squeezed my thigh gently. “Good. So am I.”
That made me smile, relax just enough.
Greg’s fingers traced lightly, teasing, exploring. My body tensed, but the way he touched me…curious, unhurried…made me melt a little more each second.
“Relax,” he murmured again, almost like a promise. “We’ll figure it out.”
His hand slid up my back, grounding me. His cock pressed against my thigh, hot and heavy, a reminder of what was coming.
“Fuck, you look good,” he muttered, spreading me open wider.
My heart was racing so hard it hurt, but underneath the nerves was something stronger…want.
I turned my head, looking back at him, my voice shaky but steady enough. “Greg… I want it.”
He froze for a second, eyes locking on mine. Then his grin returned, slow and hungry. “Yeah? You want this cock?”
I nodded, biting my lip.
Greg spat into his hand, coating his cock up, the wet sound filthy in the quiet room. He wrapped those big fingers around his shaft and stroked slow, milking himself just enough that I could hear it, the wet slide of his spit over thick skin. Then he pressed the swollen head against me…just resting it there, hot and heavy, like a brand.
“Fuck…” he groaned, his voice low, almost pained. His eyes fluttered shut for a second. “You feel warm already.”
I gasped, my body clenching tight, every nerve sparking at the weight of him nudging right at my ass. It wasn’t even in, just there, threatening, teasing and still it felt like more than I could handle.
Greg leaned over me, chest brushing my back, his breath hot at my ear. “You ready, Alex?”
The question vibrated through me, heavy and electric. My whole body ached with it, but I still hesitated, chewing my lip.
He must’ve felt me tense, because his hand stroked slowly up my thigh, grounding me. “Hey, relax. Don’t overthink it. Don’t worry…I’ll be gentle.”
His voice dropped, steady, confident. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Just take it slow. You trust me, right?”
I nodded, quick and shaky.
“That’s it,” he murmured, kissing the side of my shoulder, the scruff of his jaw scraping lightly against my skin. “Just breathe. Let me take care of you.”
I inhaled deep, exhaled shaky. The tension in my body eased just a little.
Then I felt it again…the blunt crown of his cock nudging, rocking gently against my hole. Not pushing in, just testing, knocking at the door. A filthy tease.
Greg groaned softly. “Fuck, look at that. Your ass is excited.”
I whimpered, face pressed to the pillow. “Greg…”
“Shh.” His hand rubbed circles into my hip. “It’s good, man. You’re good. Just let me—”
He spat again, this time not into his hand but directly onto my ass. The warm wetness landed on my hole, sliding down my crack. He spread it with his thumb then pressed the head of his cock back against me.
“Better,” he muttered, half to himself. “Nice and wet now.”
I jolted when he gave a light tap…his cockhead smacking against my hole, playful, taunting. Then again, a sharper slap…
Greg chuckled, low and dirty. “Like teasing you, man. Watching you twitch every time I tap it right there.”
I buried my face deeper into the pillow, groaning.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked, grinding the fat head in little circles against me. “Your tight little hole’s begging for it.”
“I—I don’t know if I can take it,” I admitted, voice small, breaking.
Greg kissed the back of my neck, his lips warm, his beard rough. “You can. Trust me. I’ll go slow. We’ll stop if it’s too much.”
He spat again, rubbing it in with two fingers this time, massaging the rim of my hole until I squirmed from the pressure. Then he lined himself up again, cock wet and heavy, and just nudged…soft, insistent, steady.
“Fuck…” I gasped, my fingers gripping the sheets tight.
“That’s it,” Greg whispered, his voice low and soothing. “Feel that? Relax…Not even inside yet.”
He rocked his hips, sliding the head up and down my crack, dragging it across my hole, smearing spit and precum all over me. Each pass made me shiver harder.
“Ah fuck,” he muttered, almost like he was talking to himself. “Never thought I’d want this. But fuck, your ass is fucking perfect.”
My body trembled, equal parts nerves and heat. “Mr. Lawson”
“Yeah?” he murmured, pressing the crown against me again, steady and firm but still not breaching.
“I want it,” I whispered, voice cracking. “But… just…just go slow.”
Greg groaned, kissing my shoulder again. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
His cock nudged harder, a little more pressure, enough to make me whimper into the pillow. Then he eased back, just to rub himself along me again, teasing me into desperation.
“Shit,” he groaned, his voice ragged. “If it feels this good just grinding against you… I can’t fucking imagine being inside.”
My body clenched, hole fluttering at the thought.
Greg chuckled softly, almost in awe. “Fuck. You’re suck-ing me in already, and I’m not even in yet.”
His hand slid up my chest, pulling me back against him, making me arch. His cock pressed firm and steady at my hole again, heat radiating, the tip snug against me, throbbing.
“You ready?”
And when I whispered yes, breathless and wrecked, I knew…next time, there’d be no stopping.
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Coming Up Next: His First, My First
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Greg’s question still hung between us, heavy, raw.
“You wanna go further?”
My chest was heaving, lips swollen, chin wet with spit, my cock straining against my shorts. I didn’t even have to say it…my whole body was screaming yes.
But my voice came out anyway, shaky, low. “You mean… fuck?”
Greg grinned, lazy and cocky, like he loved hearing me say it out loud. “Yeah, man. What do you think?”
I swallowed hard, eyes flicking down to his cock, thick and pulsing in my hand. “I… I don’t know, Greg. I mean, fuck. Look at you. You’re huge. I don’t even know if I can…”
He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made my stomach flip. “You saying this cock’s too much for you?”
Before I could answer, he leaned forward, tapped the wet head of it against my tongue. A string of spit connected us. “C’mon, you took it in your mouth just fine. Don’t psych yourself out.”
I let out a muffled sound, my tongue flicking against the tip without thinking.
Greg chuckled again, softer this time, almost reassuring. “Relax. I’ve never fucked a dude either.” His hand slid through my hair, gentler now. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out. We’ll take it slow. Together.”
That word together sent a jolt through me.
He tilted his head, eyes narrowed like he was thinking it through. “Shit, man. I don’t even know if it’ll feel the same. Like…pussy, ass…fuck if I know. But I wanna try it. With you.”
My throat tightened. “Greg…”
He smirked, but softer, like he could see I was nervous. “Hey. Don’t overthink. Just trust me.”
I nodded, breath shaky. My hands were trembling, my whole body wound tight.
Greg leaned back, cock resting heavy against his thigh. “Why don’t you strip down for me, huh? Let me see you.”
The heat shot straight to my face. But I stood, shaky, and hooked my thumbs under my shirt. It peeled over my head, leaving my chest bare, my skin flushed. I could feel his eyes on me, heavy, following every move.
My shorts were next. They slid down slow, pooling at my ankles. My cock sprang free, hard and dripping, my briefs sticking to my legs from how wet I already was.
Greg let out a low whistle. “Fuck, look at you. Already leaking.”
I froze, embarrassed, but his grin only widened.
“Don’t hide it, man. That’s hot as fuck.”
I shoved my briefs down the rest of the way, kicking them aside, standing n@ked in front of him. My skin burned under his gaze.
Greg sat up straighter, eyes roaming over me like he was memorizing every inch. Then he jerked his chin toward the bed. “C’mon. Get on up there.”
I climbed onto the bed, heart racing, laying back against the sheets.
Greg smirked. “Spread your legs for me.”
The words hit me like a punch. My thighs trembled as I obeyed, spreading wide, exposing myself to him.
Greg stood, finally moving, and my breath caught at the sight of him towering over me. He stripped off his own t-shirt, muscles flexing, then shoved his shorts and briefs down in one motion, kicking them aside. His cock hung heavy still glistening from my spit.
He climbed onto the bed, moving behind me, his presence overwhelming. His hands slid down my thighs, strong… until he spread me open.
“Shit…” he breathed, his voice rough with surprise. “That’s a cute tushy you got there.”
I buried my face in the pillow, grinning despite myself. “Gregg….”
Greg laughed, the sound warm. “Nah, man, I mean it. You’re… smooth. Fuck.” He spread me wider, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin, making me jolt. “Never thought I’d be here. But damn, I like this view.”
I shivered, every nerve alive under his touch.
Greg leaned closer, his breath hot against me. “You nervous?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, my voice small.
He squeezed my thigh gently. “Good. So am I.”
That made me smile, relax just enough.
Greg’s fingers traced lightly, teasing, exploring. My body tensed, but the way he touched me…curious, unhurried…made me melt a little more each second.
“Relax,” he murmured again, almost like a promise. “We’ll figure it out.”
His hand slid up my back, grounding me. His cock pressed against my thigh, hot and heavy, a reminder of what was coming.
“Fuck, you look good,” he muttered, spreading me open wider.
My heart was racing so hard it hurt, but underneath the nerves was something stronger…want.
I turned my head, looking back at him, my voice shaky but steady enough. “Greg… I want it.”
He froze for a second, eyes locking on mine. Then his grin returned, slow and hungry. “Yeah? You want this cock?”
I nodded, biting my lip.
Greg spat into his hand, coating his cock up, the wet sound filthy in the quiet room. He wrapped those big fingers around his shaft and stroked slow, milking himself just enough that I could hear it, the wet slide of his spit over thick skin. Then he pressed the swollen head against me…just resting it there, hot and heavy, like a brand.
“Fuck…” he groaned, his voice low, almost pained. His eyes fluttered shut for a second. “You feel warm already.”
I gasped, my body clenching tight, every nerve sparking at the weight of him nudging right at my ass. It wasn’t even in, just there, threatening, teasing and still it felt like more than I could handle.
Greg leaned over me, chest brushing my back, his breath hot at my ear. “You ready, Alex?”
The question vibrated through me, heavy and electric. My whole body ached with it, but I still hesitated, chewing my lip.
He must’ve felt me tense, because his hand stroked slowly up my thigh, grounding me. “Hey, relax. Don’t overthink it. Don’t worry…I’ll be gentle.”
His voice dropped, steady, confident. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Just take it slow. You trust me, right?”
I nodded, quick and shaky.
“That’s it,” he murmured, kissing the side of my shoulder, the scruff of his jaw scraping lightly against my skin. “Just breathe. Let me take care of you.”
I inhaled deep, exhaled shaky. The tension in my body eased just a little.
Then I felt it again…the blunt crown of his cock nudging, rocking gently against my hole. Not pushing in, just testing, knocking at the door. A filthy tease.
Greg groaned softly. “Fuck, look at that. Your ass is excited.”
I whimpered, face pressed to the pillow. “Greg…”
“Shh.” His hand rubbed circles into my hip. “It’s good, man. You’re good. Just let me—”
He spat again, this time not into his hand but directly onto my ass. The warm wetness landed on my hole, sliding down my crack. He spread it with his thumb then pressed the head of his cock back against me.
“Better,” he muttered, half to himself. “Nice and wet now.”
I jolted when he gave a light tap…his cockhead smacking against my hole, playful, taunting. Then again, a sharper slap…
Greg chuckled, low and dirty. “Like teasing you, man. Watching you twitch every time I tap it right there.”
I buried my face deeper into the pillow, groaning.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked, grinding the fat head in little circles against me. “Your tight little hole’s begging for it.”
“I—I don’t know if I can take it,” I admitted, voice small, breaking.
Greg kissed the back of my neck, his lips warm, his beard rough. “You can. Trust me. I’ll go slow. We’ll stop if it’s too much.”
He spat again, rubbing it in with two fingers this time, massaging the rim of my hole until I squirmed from the pressure. Then he lined himself up again, cock wet and heavy, and just nudged…soft, insistent, steady.
“Fuck…” I gasped, my fingers gripping the sheets tight.
“That’s it,” Greg whispered, his voice low and soothing. “Feel that? Relax…Not even inside yet.”
He rocked his hips, sliding the head up and down my crack, dragging it across my hole, smearing spit and precum all over me. Each pass made me shiver harder.
“Ah fuck,” he muttered, almost like he was talking to himself. “Never thought I’d want this. But fuck, your ass is fucking perfect.”
My body trembled, equal parts nerves and heat. “Mr. Lawson”
“Yeah?” he murmured, pressing the crown against me again, steady and firm but still not breaching.
“I want it,” I whispered, voice cracking. “But… just…just go slow.”
Greg groaned, kissing my shoulder again. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
His cock nudged harder, a little more pressure, enough to make me whimper into the pillow. Then he eased back, just to rub himself along me again, teasing me into desperation.
“Shit,” he groaned, his voice ragged. “If it feels this good just grinding against you… I can’t fucking imagine being inside.”
My body clenched, hole fluttering at the thought.
Greg chuckled softly, almost in awe. “Fuck. You’re suck-ing me in already, and I’m not even in yet.”
His hand slid up my chest, pulling me back against him, making me arch. His cock pressed firm and steady at my hole again, heat radiating, the tip snug against me, throbbing.
“You ready?”
And when I whispered yes, breathless and wrecked, I knew…next time, there’d be no stopping.
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