I spent my entire career in finance, always abiding by a strict “don’t eat where you shit policy,” until a bright eyed intern changed all that.
I grew up on the trading floor when the mentality was more “don’t ask, don’t tell” vs fly a pride flag from your monitor. When I walk around the building today, I am shocked at how far the mentality has shifted in this industry in just a decade. It’s amazing – I’m immensely proud for the generations to come. However a part of me still remembers the perverse, complicated thrill in hiding my secret from the rest of the desk.
I started out on the desk as an eager 22 year old fresh out of college – 5’10, light brown/dark blonde hair, green eyes, fit with a flat stomach and thick thighs/ass from years of track. Coupled with my German ancestry, I have strong facial features and pale skin that served me well. Not to sound conceited, but I’ve been told I’m an 8 out of 10. Generally most people assumed I was your typical straight guy next door (and still do).
I dated girls in college and for a bit when I first moved to NYC as I navigated the choppy, complex waters of my sexuality. I quietly told myself that I was probably bisexual which seemed to get me to sleep at night – meanwhile it was the guys that I was secretly hooking up with that I wished were next to me in bed. Those are some complicated chapters for another time. Anyway back to the story…
In what was a mostly alpha male dominated industry, egos flew high and the proverbial dick measuring was all the rage. Early in my career, I’d indulge in some banter to keep face and fit in; initially, the stories of the dates and hookups with chicks were real. Then the genders and names were changed as I figured myself out. In a few quick years, I realized that I couldn’t let the murkiness of my personal life define me at work. I threw myself into my job and absolutely crushed it; over time the narrative changed from “who are you hooking up with this weekend” to “holy shit man, tell me how you did that deal.”
With all this being said, I am far from a saint. I’m horny 24/7. The risk of outing myself at work was never worth the return in my head, but that didn’t stop me from looking. And looking I did.
The man candy that walked in and out of my office every day was astonishing; most of the guys kept themselves in good shape. When I used the onsite gym, I’d have to jerk off in the morning before heading into work otherwise I’d be lifting with a half chub and my jaw on the floor. I’d get an adrenaline rush every time I could steal a quick bulge glance while on the floor or see some VPL in form fitting chinos. The prime time though was summer when an influx of interns and new analysts started.
By this point in my career, I’d climbed the latter a bit and had managed a few analysts, associates and interns. I always kept a strong division between church and state, but then there was Toby.
I’ll never forget the day they brought Toby to the desk from the conclusion of intern training. I was engrossed in work until this 21 year old Clark Kent caught my eye. In typical fashion, he was going down the desk shaking everyone’s hand and engaging in the usual firing squad of a questions: age, school, what was he studying, where was he staying for the summer, how was training, etc. I caught myself staring a few seconds too long when he was three desks away – as I turned my head back to my monitors, I couldn’t help but notice he also met and kept my gaze. Shit.
Minutes later my excel model was interrupted by a booming “Hi, I’m Toby.”
I turned my chair around and found my face directly level with his crotch. My dick twitched – I’m very much a grower (6.5/7” and thick when hard) which would be quite obvious and dangerous if I didn’t calm my dick down. I quickly sprung up on my feet so I could meet his out-reached hand and become eye level with his head (the one on top of his body that is).
“Hi, I’m Connor. Welcome to our team, Toby. Do I-I mean, we have you for the whole summer?”
I caught myself on that last bit. ‘Do we have you for the whole summer’ – no fucking shit, Connor. He’s an intern. The firm only has interns for the summer and they only sit with one team – that’s been the program for decades. Also nice fuck up on the ‘I’ vs ‘we’ – real smooth pervert.
Toby was a hair taller than me. He wore a slim fitting blue suit that was probably off the clearance rack at Macy’s Herald Square. His white shirt fit his torso nicely and accentuated his defined pecks. The V neck undershirt clung tightly to his chest and held back what little chest hair Toby seemed to have. His collar was tieless, with the first button open so that it gave way to a slight but strong adam’s apple.
His skin was pale and almost porcelain like – he didn’t look sick or delicate but rather sculpted by an artist who had painstaking attention to detail. This juxtaposed quite well with his jet black, side parted hair and angular facial features. Tortoise rimmed glasses framed his face, giving way to broody dark almond eyes. He maintained tenacious eye contact for someone his age – almost like he was looking into your soul.
I engaged with the same banter and questions that my colleagues peppered him already with – I had intently listened to his answers before so I could spend this time physically present but mentally sizing him up. His voice was deep and steady, with a slight and mild trepidation; he was an intern after all. His teeth were perfectly straight and white – a beautiful and innocent smile, with the one corner of his lips seductively curving up when he would get animated.
Luckily the desk head walked by and joined our conversation. It broke my trance and made it not too obvious that I was eye fucking the shit out of this young All American. I was able to feign some pressing client email that I needed to respond to in that moment so I could pass him off. He almost looked slightly disappointment as I turned away. I made a mental note that I needed to be extra careful around this one.
I’d be lying if I told you that I didn’t go home that night and let him drift into my head while I jerked off. Hey I’m not proud to admit it, but I’m human. And whatever model from Corbin Fisher I was watching getting mercilessly plowed on my iPad looked eerily similar to Toby. Or maybe I just wanted him to?
I hadn’t hooked up in a while or nutted in a few days, so I distinctly remember cumming that night. It was one of those orgasms where I sprayed my bare chest and hit my chin with multiple ropes of thick cum at a tremendous force. Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop. I had to shower to get it out of my small patch of chest hair.
In typical closeted fashion, I behaved myself all summer – but stole some extra glances at Toby. He mostly worked under one of the analysts down the row from me which kept our day to day interactions more infrequent and collegial.
A few weeks in, he traded suits for a nicely pressed button down and tight chinos in the summer heat. He was always impeccably dressed. I couldn’t help but notice the Bonobos pants he wore as they clung beautifully to his two basketball sized ass cheeks when he walked by – almost like he was walking around with a back shelf. He seemed to have a decent sized bulge in the front, but I deliberately tried to avoid looking too often.
I begun to notice that after the first few weeks he seemed to drift into the pantry around the same time that I would grab water. Or that as I’d turn to wash my hands in the bathroom, I’d see him walking towards the urinals. Was I thinking too much into this or was he trying to find excuses to bump into me?
We kept our conversations to the typical ‘how’s your summer going,’ ‘what did you get up to in the city this weekend,’ ‘how have the intern events been,’ ‘any particular area that you want to learn more about,’ etc. I had an unusually busy stretch of a few weeks that summer. I was slammed with work and didn’t have time to have the normal coffee chats with interns or help with intern projects. That all changed towards the end of the summer.
With two weeks left in Toby’s internship, he had made a great impression on a number of our analysts and associates. I had a random time sensitive client project hit my desk where I needed some help modeling and pulling together a deck – my analyst was at capacity and suggested Toby pinch hit. Why not, what could go wrong? I could control myself?
When it comes to work, I am strictly all business. I do laugh and joke – and candidly am known to be very affable/approachable. However I expect hard work and invest a tremendous amount of my time to teach juniors; I give it my all and in return, I anticipate the same. Toby and I started meeting twice a day on his project and he realized my style very early on. I’d love to tell you we were in some office eye fucking each other before passionately making out and then 69’ing on a desk. In reality, he was mostly peppering me with questions on the model, we talked through some complicated data sets and I was giving him ‘pls fix’ comments on his deck. I had to hand it to him, he was fucking good at his job and I almost forgot that he was just an undergrad summer intern. Being honest, he also was fun to look at.
Toby wrapped up his internship on a Friday and also finished up the model and PowerPoint that he was working on for me that afternoon. The whole team was heading out to an early happy hour to celebrate the summer and also send off Toby. I cheekily told him that I’d buy him a drink as a thank you (knowing full well that it was a free open bar). He looked up at me from his desk and said “That’s all I get?” with a coy smile. I couldn’t help but notice that when he turned around, his eyes took their time to move up from my crotch (which was at his eye level) to my face. My slim fitting suit pants do hug my dick nicely which gives a little show. Over the past two weeks I thought that I had noticed him stealing few quick glances at it. I was convinced it was just wishful thinking and hoping.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be a strong one.” I retorted with a careful but wide grin. As I started to walk away.
“Wow – I’d at least expect more than just a single round from you.”
Fuck this guy was good.
“Let’s make sure you can handle one before you ask for another, intern.”
As I walked back to my desk I could feel his eyes following me. I grabbed my chair and looked back – he had quickly broke his stair and went back to his computer, albeit a bit flustered. My squats had been paying off.
An hour later, 25 of us were cornered into our usual bar down the street from the office. I had been pulling some long hours and traveling a bit for the summer so this was the first I’d been with my team for a social outting in months. We were a fun crew, known to pound them back; I figured this was going to be a good night and difficult morning tomorrow. I kept my eye on Toby when I first walked in. He was putting a few back in the circle of our team’s analysts. I quickly got engulfed in a few conversations with some long time coworkers and lost sight of him.
About an hour in, someone slide beside me and said “here you go” with a fresh drink extended. Assuming it was a waiter refilling my tequila soda, I said thanks until I realized it was Toby. I already had a few drinks by this point so was feeling nice. From the relaxed look in Toby’s face, it was clear he had a few as well.
“Thanks, but I thought I owed you?”
“You do, but I got you a double – wanted to see if you could handle it” Toby shot back with a wink.
He was cute and I felt myself laugh stupidly and blush. Get it together, Connor.
We just naturally started talking from there – he was just an easy conversationalist. His vodka and my tequila probably also helped us loosen up. We talked about school, families, how he liked NYC, his highs/lows of the internship, etc. It was almost an hour later and the sun begun to set through the bar window. As the bar dimmed, our group started dwindling down to the last handful.
As a man of my word, I did get him another round (or three). We were standing in a larger group of our team, but just continued chatting one-on-one. I couldn’t help to notice that with each drink, we were standing a bit closer, laughing a bit harder at each other’s jokes and grabbing each others arms or slapping each others backs.
One of the analysts came around to say her goodbyes and I used it as a chance to escape to the bathroom. I had been so engrossed in talking with Toby that I didn’t realize I had to pee like a camel.
The bathroom was old school with two floor length urinals, no dividers and ice instead of urinal cakes. I scrolled my phone and read/responded to a few work emails while I peed, standing a bit back to not splash my pants. Engrossed in my phone, I hadn’t realized someone walked in and was now peeing in the urinal beside me.
“That tequila soda rip right through you?”
Looking to my right, Toby stood there also peeing like a race horse, standing a bit back from the urinal. I was drunk and couldn’t help but look at his cock which was on full display. Fuck it was hot.
He was a solid 4” soft, with a striking vein down the middle of his dick leading to a cut, mushroom head. His thick dick pushed out piss with force as he stood there on full display. His right hand held onto the base of his manhood, while his index finger slightly traced up to just the head of his dick. His pubes were thinly trimmed and his shaft was hairless. I snapped out of my gaze and picked my jaw up from the floor.
“F-f-fuck dude, I…had to pee so bad, haha” I stammered while turning my head straight forward and trying to stop my dick from chubbing. It was already plumped and probably visible since there was no divider. I’m not embarrassed by any means as I’m a solid softie and quite thick, with a fat cut head. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head was still turned my way and likely could tell my dick was plumping up.
“You know, I had a great time working with you, Connor. You come across like you’d be soft, but you’re definitely hard…and it shows”
Fuck. Was this a double entendre? I had literally spent my entire career fantasizing about yet avoiding this situation. And all it took was for this 21 year old intern to fuck it up. This 21 year old that I’ve lusted after from the first time I saw him and his stupid sexy Clark Kent glasses. This 21 year old with a perfect cock that I would eat breakfast off of. This 21 year old who is in the cross hairs of my professional and personal lives.
“Ha, well some say I’m hard, but most say I’m just good.” I finished peeing and didn’t even bother shaking my dick off before throwing my semi into my boxer briefs. I hastily made my way to the sink and splashed some water in my face.
“If you can’t handle the heat then maybe you need to get out of the kitchen, chef.” Toby was standing behind me waiting to wash his hands. I wanted to grab his face and taste that cocky grin on his stupid beautiful face.
“Sorry had to wash the sweat off from carrying the weight of the team on that model and PowerPoint you barely squeezed out”
I quickly dried my face and rejoined the remaining three others from the team still at the bar. I needed to go home. No good would come from this. I was minutes away from sitting on this kid’s face and needed to compose myself. I grabbed my brief case before hearing, “Oh I’ll head out with you too.”
Shocked, I turned around and Toby was saying his goodbyes to the three others. He thanked them for a great summer and explained that he was going to split a ride with me home since we’re going the same direction. I was a bit stunned and inebriated to comprehend what this little shit was doing. Was I imagining this? Or was this really happening. We were downtown. He was staying in Murray Hill and I lived on the Upper West. These were complete opposite sides of Manhattan. What was this little shit doing?
We emerged out of the bar into a hot and humid summer night. I was still trying to silently process this and quickly ordered an Uber. As I picked my head up to ask him where he was going, Toby turned to me and confidentially said “Ok where to?”
“Uh? Where…what do you…”
“You promised me a drink and I’m taking you up on it” Toby said with a smile and crossed arms.
“Ha, Toby well I just ordered an Uber home and it’s going to be here in a…”
“Oh great, then you can show me how you make a good cocktail.”
I couldn’t tell at this point if I was sweating because of the summer heat or because this georgous 21 year old stud was potentially (and relentlessly) coming onto me. I started to laugh and was about to push back, but the Uber pulled up. Without missing a beat, Toby opened the back door, inquiring “Uber for Connor?”
“Are you just going to stand there or get in?” Toby said, looking back at me as I stood there in stunned trepidation. He disappeared into the other side of the back seat. Where was the mild intern from a few weeks ago?
I was incredibly self conscious and self aware as I sat in the back of the car. I was drunk. I was quiet. I was confused. I was SO fucking horny. I was a 180 from the confident Connor that Toby saw these last few weeks at work. He filled the quiet void though, endlessly talking about his post-internship summer plans and what he can’t wait to do back at school.
We zipped up Seventh Avenue in the heat of that August night from downtown towards the Upper West Side. Windows down, our hair flapping in breeze among the dancing city lights. We were sitting rather close together in the back. I would wind Toby up with a college related question and he’d spin around about it for a few minutes until it was my turn to wind him up again. His knee grazed mine and sat there until we reached my apartment. I wished the ride didn’t end.
“So, roommates?” Toby said with a cautious look as we walked into the lobby.
“Uh, no – I have a one bedroom.”
“Nice!”
There was a change in his demeanor with a smile a little too wide and a “nice” a little too excited for me to simply think I was misreading this situation.
I hate to admit it as it sounds aloof, but my apartment is fucking awesome. It’s a sleek 1 bed that I got for a steal in a foreclosure – I gutted it with last year’s bonus and just finished decorating it. Toby’s eyes were wide as he walked around my living/dining room and he carefully examined everything before him. I was just staring at him almost waiting for his instructions – I mean he had taken the lead up until this point.
“So how about the drink?” He said, plopping down on my couch.
“Uh yes, umm I have some vodka, tequila, wine and – erm a bit of scotch left in the bar.”
“Vodka. Soda. Four ice cubes. You’ll have one too.” He said almost authoritatively before breaking into a smile.
I took a bit of extra time in the kitchen. I chugged a water, grabbed a fist of chips and tried to get my head wrapped around this. It was clear as day that I wasn’t imagining this, but I couldn’t just go fuck the intern. How cliche. Could I be fired? Would he tell everyone? I’d sacrificed too much to throw it all away for sex.
I handed him his drink and sat on the opposite end of the couch. We both took a gulp and stared back at each other in a deafening silence. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
“So Toby…uh”
“Connor – are you gay?” It was direct and almost jarring, but not acquisitory.
“Uhm what wait…I” I stammered.
“It’s ok, I want you to be.”
What the fuck.
“Um Toby – what do you mean you want me to be?”
Toby grabbed his drink and pounded half of it down. I took another gulp myself not knowing what to do.
“Connor I get it. I get what you’re doing…there.”
“Ok”
“But you’re now here – your home. Just be you and I’ll just be me,” he said breaking into a soft smile. How was he years younger than me but ages more emotionally mature.
I just stared back with a confused silence. He had never mentioned anything about a girlfriend or boyfriend. We’d avoided the topic of hooking up or sexuality all together all summer long. Nothing would have even suggested he was into dudes besides what was transpiring tonight.
“…and right now we’re just two guys who had a great night so far…and seem to like the same things.”
Without breaking eye contact, he inched closer to me on the couch with his hand finding my knee.
I started to pull away “T-Toby, I don’t think…we um work togeth…”
“Connor I’m not taking the full time offer.” Those words were direct and forceful. They also oddly hurt. He excelled all summer. He was a shoe in for the analyst program. I wanted him to take the job. I realized in that moment that I had looked forward to seeing him again, even if it was just being in his company for a few working hours each day.
“But, Toby, no – you…”
“Connor I’ve already accepted a full time offer for McKinsey. I’m going to do consulting for a few years and get my MBA.”
I just stared blankly at him. I went from horny to confused to disappointed with such whiplash that I didn’t know where to start.
Toby inched closer, moving his hand from my knee to grab my right hand.
“I know you’re disappointed but this probably makes what’s about to happen easier.”
“And what’s that…Toby?”
“Show me Connor – I’m getting a little tired of carrying the weight of the team here tonight.” He shot back with a smile and wink.
I couldn’t help but laugh. As erotic and adorable this moment was, this kid was funny.
I leaned forward and tasted that beautiful smile. His lips were soft but full, with strong remnants of vodka. His tongue parted my lips and found my likewise eager tongue searching for his. Our mouths exploded while our hands explored each others torsos.
Beneath his crisp Charles Tyrwhitt I could feel his hard stomach and bulging chest. His arms flexed as his hands desperately groped my back. I had gone from soft to rock hard in 60 seconds, with my pants ready to burst.
After five minutes of us exploring each others mouths, I found his soft and beautiful neck, nibbling blow his ear and lapping up his adam’s apple. Incrasingly loud moans involuntarily escaped from mouth and goaded me to assault his ears with my tounge, making him puddy in my hands. Just when he couldn’t handle it anymore, I gently kissed his entire face, tasting the salty sweat from the summer night. I stopped just as I kissed both of his tightly shut eyes.
“Connor – I want…can we”
“Shut up and come with me.” I was back in control now.
I grabbed his hand and quickly led him into the bathroom, putting on the shower. I turned and couldn’t believe my eyes.
Toby, the Clark Kent intern with glasses and a perfectly ironed shirt who was the first in and last out everyday, was a beautiful mess. His hair was sprayed everywhere from my greedy hands during our makeout session. His glasses were crooked from kissing his entire face. His shirt was a tangled web of wrinkles from our dry humping. His tight chinos were strained mercilessly with his impossibly hard dick and growing wet spot over his left front pocket. This was the sexiest and most vulnerable I had seen him all summer.
“Strip” I said, not breaking eye contact
We both quickly threw off our button down shirts and our pants shortly followed. His cock flopped up, slapping his stomach, as his boxer briefs jettisoned down his legs.
His angular face, almond eyes and glasses searched for my reaction. He had defined pecs with a small smattering of chest hair, a faint outline of abs along his smooth stomach and a healthy throbbing 7” cock. His strong cock had a defined vein flowing down the middle from his tightly trimmed pubes to his flared head, like the Mississippi River. He ever so slightly turned to the side and reveal two rather hairless, pale white globes of a defined ass. Precum poured from his cock head down to the ground.
I grabbed his hand and pulled us both into the shower. Our mouths met like magnets as we hugged in a tight embrace under the hot water. Our rock hard cocks battled each other against our wet stomachs, growing increasingly slicker from the fountain of precum erupting from Toby’s cock. The man clearly wanted this.
I grab a fist full of his hair and pulled his head back so I could continue assaulting his neck. He could barely handle it for a minute before involuntarily pulling away mid-guttural moan.
“S-s-stop…I uh..sensitiveeee” he managed to get out while shuttering and trying to regain his composure.
His hand moved up to his face in an effort to take his glasses off. I grabbed his hand and pulled I down to my dick.
“Fuck no Clark, leave the glasses on.”
His face burst into a goofy smile and he planted his lips back on mine as he frotted our dicks together.
He came up for air and said “I’m clean – are…”
“Yes, tested and only play safe” I immediately said back cutting him off.
We stood under the water and looked deeply into each other’s eyes. My left hand caressed his face while my right grabbed his ass check and moved him closer. He matched me one for one.
“I…I haven’t really done this with a guy – but I’ve wanted to and with you since I saw you,” Toby’s voice cracked. My cock pulsed with that and I pulled his head forward for a soft but deep kiss. I never wanted it to end.
I slowly moved my hands from cupping his face to strongly slapping both of his ass cheeks. He jumped in shock. And I turned the water off. My hand prints branded his pale ass for the rest of the night.
“We’re taking this to the bedroom” I said to him, nonntentionally in an incredibly sultry and deep voice. Stepping out, I grabbed us two towels, throwing him one. We quickly dried off and I grabbed him by the dick to guide him into my bedroom. My hand was slick with precum by the time we hit the sheets.
We sat up on the edge of the bed and Toby grabbed my dick. “This is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen…like hard…in real life.” It was endearing yet sexy at the same time.
“It’s all yours tonight. You talked a good pre-game – show me what you got.”
He crawled down on the ground, ending up on all fours – his face was an inch from my dick and my sagging balls that were hanging off the bed. He never broke eye contact. He gently stroked my cock with his hand while pressing his nose and glasses into my shaved balls, moving them around like playdough.
His pink tongue emerged and did circles around my nuts. I moaned and tweaked my hard nipped. He slowly licked his way up my shaft, pausing at the head and looking deeply into my eyes. I nodded yes and we were off to the races.
He may have been new to sucking dick but he made up for experience with enthusiasm. Toby choked and gaged his way down my cock, firmly grasping onto the based while slowly getting it deeper and deeper into his throat with each passing minute. His mouth was a mini Hoover vacuum and he sucked with abandon. His other hand found its was to my balls, jostling them around with the slobber pouring down from my dick.
Behind Toby was a sight of epic beauty. I had recently purchased a floor length mirror – given its placement, it gave me a full view of Toby’s fat ass, spread wide while he clobbered my dick on all fours.
I broke eye contact to lean forward and grab his ass. I played it like a gentle bongo drum and heard him slightly moan with each tap. I leaned back, pulling his head off my dick by his hair and brought him up to my face for a sloppy kiss. I licked the slobber covering his mouth and chin and swapped it back when our mouths closed into another kiss. I pulled him up by his hair, looking deeply into his eyes and said “My turn.”
Within an instant, we had switched positions and I had 3/4rds of his dick deep down my throat. This wasn’t my first rodeo but he also was a big boy. His gasp echoed in my bedroom and his back fell flat onto the bed. His hands grabbed my head, gripping my hair as I worshipped his beautiful thick dick.
I had never seen a cock like his, specifically one that leaked so much precum. He could water the Sahara desert and still have enough to fill a swimming pool. His sweet and salty precum filled my mouth, and I was swallowing almost a whole load of it nearly every minute. My floor had a puddle of it from him previously kneeling on it while on all fours sucking my dick. I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer but I wanted this to be epic.
He leaked another shot of precum into my mouth, which I didn’t swallow. I took his cock out of my mouth and grabbed a pillow. He was a sweaty mess on the bed and still softly moaning. I pulled him up by his shoulders and locked our lips, swapping his warm precum into his mouth.
I threw the pillow on the floor, next to the bed. I broke our kiss – precum strings tangled between our lips.
“Get down in piledriver” I said while pointing to the pillow. He looked confused and I helped him situate himself. It was a bit acrobatic and clunky but in the end, he knew why.
He was upside down, with his head and shoulders on the pillow on the ground. His back propped his torso up, running along the side of the bed, and his legs dangled in the air. His cock was rock hard, pointing straight down at his face alongside his tight stomach, leaking that river of precum. His large balls flopped forward and his puckered pink asshole was on full display. I stepped back to behold this sight. I jerk off to the mental image of it to this day.
He looked up at me with those adorable dark almond eyes, still wearing those Clark Kent glasses, waiting for my next move. I just pointed behind me to the mirror – he saw the view, grinning in surprise and lust. His cock leaked a dollop of pre-cum that landed on his chin. God he looked so cute and sexy.
I moved towards him and crouched down, placing my impossibly hard dick into his welcoming, warm mouth and went to work. I started thrusting in and out – slowly at first until I worked half of my shaft down his throat, before fucking his mouth with a good rhythm. He stared into the mirror watching my plump ass thrust back and forth while he took my dick in his throat. I went in for the prize: that pink, tight asshole.
As soon as my tongue grazed his smooth hairless hole, he bellowed out an animalistic sound from deep within. Sorry neighbors. I gripped the base of his dick with one hand, holding it in place, while my mouth attacked his asshole. My thrusting cock barely muffled his guttural, involuntary moans. I didn’t stroke his cock as I knew he would blow in seconds.
As I fucked his mouth with my cock and repeatedly pierced his tight hole with my tongue, we became a mess of precum, spit and sweat. His ass had relaxed and started a small gape which let me twirl my tongue in and out like a moist sword while he relentlessly gagged on my dick.
His hand found his way to his cock. Swatting it away, I took his hand and sucked on two of his fingers. I spit on his hole and shoved his middle finger into his ass, while simultaneously shoving my cock down his throat deeper then before. Looking back at the mirror, his eyes were wide and he could barely hold back another deep moan. I took my right middle finger, lubed it with spit in my mouth, and shoved it into the other side of his asshole, moving it in and out, while licking his rim down the middle. The sounds coming out of him were indecipherable. He was being double fingered and rimmed. This was it.
I took my cock out of his mouth, moving my body to the side. I lapped up some of his precum with my left hand and stroked his cock with a firm hard grip, pointing it directly at his face below. His free hand found my dick, which was poking his cheek, and continued stroking it. Within 30 seconds, a geyser of cum came shooting out onto his face, hitting his glasses and open moaning mouth. Both of our fingers kept moving in and out of his asshole as I jerked his dick with at least 6 more ropes hitting his face. I couldn’t tell if he was screaming in pleasure or withering in delight. This set me over the edge.
As he my stroked my dick, I aimed it at his face and plastered his glasses with shot after shot of my thick cum. Realizing I was nutting, he moved his mouth to take my remaining load, lapping it up like a parched animal. My own moans echoed off the ceiling and walls.
I leaned down and licked up some of the load on his left glass’s lense before swapping it in a messy kiss with him. He was still quietly moaning, like a purr of a cat, before collapsing on the floor.
I grabbed a towel and helped clean him up while he feebly sat on the edge of my bed.
“You can take your glasses off now.” I said with a smile. He laughed and came in for a passionate kiss. I could still taste our cum on his lips.
He pulled away, collapsed on his side and his head hit the bed pillow. I climbed into bed behind him, where he pulled me in for a spooning. My half hard dick fit just right between his ass cheeks.
I nibbled gently at his neck and felt his breathing calm a bit. I licked his ear and whispered softly, “How about another round?”