Monday, February 24, 2014

The kid and the chain

I've always been drawn to men that can pull off a gold or silver chain without making it look ostentatious or feminine around their necks.  Usually a thicker band, no pendant, but not so big as to be the focal point or flashy.  Instead it just blends in, completely congruent and harmonious, without any rush to match the expectations of an archetype.  And this kid did it well.  At least on his Grindr pic.  A 20 year-old latin kid half-smiling and sporting a black tank top that displayed his chain.  It wasn't bling or some pimped out thug life thing.  Just an effortless accessory that made the kid look fucking hot as hell.  Not sure how else to describe it.

But I'm also kinda freaked out that the kid would be into a guy nearly twice his age and was pleading to sneak me over to his parents' place while his brothers were asleep in the other rooms.  That is, until I remembered the summer between my freshman and sophomore year in college where I did the exact same thing to a bass player in a ska band (back when ska bands from OC were the rage).  Perhaps it was even riskier.  My parents were home and it was the middle of the night.  I left the gate open and the backdoor unlocked for him to sneak in and crawl up in the bed behind me.  I had tried to go to sleep but I was wide awake and shaking, shivering despite the thick blanket and the warm summer air that hung thickly on top of that.  And the shivering didn't stop until after he had already left, his sweat intermingled with mine and the smell of our cum filling my head and lulling me to sleep as the beads of fluids ran together and off my body before finding the the fibers that were willing to soak up the sex.

The kid with the chain wasn't as daring but he wasn't any less needy.  I pulled up to his house in the middle of the day to find him fidgeting in front of his porch, shifting his weight from one foot to the next as he stared intently at his phone.  Apparently my car was faster than the signals that crisscross the air to link us all together and he didn't get my text saying I was around the corner.  Though, we were completely in sync when I got out of the car.  I met his hesitations with a warm smile, reassured him with a firm hand on his shoulder that gently guided him to lead me into his house, and silently massaged his neck until his eyes lifted to mine when he softly pleaded for me to be discreet and quiet.  Whatever he saw when he looked up, I felt under my hand.  Slight shift.  Shoulders shedding the extra weight of worry.  That abandon symbolized by the way he leaned in for a soft kiss.  In the open just inside his parents' house.

This wasn't the place where we should start things, even though the house was remarkably dark for being high noon.  He led the way through the cavernous maze of hazards all over the floor to his bedroom.  On the way, I almost tripped over a yapping dog that I was sure going to give me away until we got into the safety of his room and he shut the pooch out.  And to my disbelief, his room was even darker.  Pitch black save for the glowing red LED lights of an alarm clock spitting out a time that completely wrong, by a good half hour even if you were in London.

I didn't wait for my eyes to adjust.  Instead, I used my hands to reach and and feel what I couldn't see.  He's my height, so I knew exactly where to reach to grab his hips and pull him to me.  When our chests met, he shifted his feet in-between mine so that he could melt into me as my lips sought his and my hands roamed up his back, fingers digging into his back.  And he let out that soft sigh of submission and need as his body slumped into me.  Slight gasp when my stubble raked against his neck.  I found a sensitive spot right below the ear that made his knees buckle when I blew my hot breath against it before nibbling on his lobe.  Fingers traced the outline of his tank top, dancing over his broad shoulders and softly strong back before following the seams down to the hem and pulling it over his head.  His nipples hardened from a soft touch across his back, so I leaned in for a taste.  And my hands reached lower to grab his full, round and perfect ass and pulled him into me.  And I softly smiled when I felt his cock pulse against me when my tongue flicked across his nips.

My eyes had adjusted by then and I could make out the bed next to us.  Since I was crouching a bit lower, I used that leverage to pull him up and over onto the bed.  I left him there while I hastily shed my clothes.  Regretfully, he helped himself out of his shorts, his thick uncut cock never quite flopping back to his stomach as he laid on his back.  I wanted to set the pace, but when I saw what he was packing, I couldn't help but swoop down and take him down to the root in one swoop.  It was sudden and his cry spoke to that.  Sharp gasp.  Unexpected.  His hands flew to my head to pry me off him but I wouldn't give in.  His back arched and it wasn't until after his hands slackened off my head that he fell back into the cushions.  I was perfectly still.  When I felt him relax again, my tongue began to explore but he was too thick for me to do much.  Pulling off, I let my tongue swirl under the skin and tasted something that wasn't so fresh but sweetly alluring as well.  It was at that point I also smelled a slight sting of musk wafting up.  Something about this grungy kid was violating all the rules that I had in a defiantly attractive way that made me eat the kid up.  Lapped at his balls, his taint, his groin.  Worked my way up to his nips again and settled between his knees, my cock drooling precum down his balls.  When my lips found his nips again, he was on fire, clutching me.  I alternated between a flick, a swirl, a nibble.  Hot breath hovering over him to pulling back to blow a stream of cool air.  And each nibble turned more into a bite until I was chomping so hard I could almost taste how raw his nips were.

And the kid never complained.

He buckled and squirmed and clutched at me.  At one point, when I raked my stubble across his chest his legs kicked out involuntarily.  I raised one back up by the knee and ground my cock against him.  We were going at it for quite some time so his hole was already really wet from my precum.  So with my lips locked on a nipple, he raised his hips just slightly and the next time I ground into him, my cock slid right into his hole.  Just one steady push and I was balls deep.  There was a skip in the beat for a second before his body recognized what happened and his hole clenched tight around me.  I felt it throb at the sudden invasion and then him loosen up when my lips let go of his nipple.  It spasmed again when I flicked my tongue across his nip.  I didn't really saw it into him.  Just relished the feeling of his warmth fully engulfing my cock and his ring just dancing around the base.

When I had enough, I hiked up his other knee and rested it on my shoulder before bending over.  Forehead to forehead, I stared into his eyes, slightly glinting in the dark, as I tried to read what he was feeling as I slowly withdrew and slammed it back in.  I wanted him to feel me, feel every inch of me, and want his ass to memorize every ridge and vein of my cock.  And then our lips softly met.  He hungrily sucked me in, welcoming how I was folding his body onto itself and I was drowning in his kiss.  I fought. I fought hard.  And when I finally came up for air, I had to use one hand on his shoulder to hold him down and bear most of my weight while I held onto his cock with the other.  I had barely held onto it for five or so strokes before he shot and the beauty of it all was more than I could take.  I slammed my cock home to breed him deep.  He was starting to end his spurts when I shot but that extra deep lunge pushed a final, larger spurt up out of his cock and flashing up to his neck.  His body still convulsing in a dry spasms as his ass seemed to swallow my cock and milk me for more of a load.  My toes curled so hard, they almost cramped up before I slumped on top of him.

I was unkind.  Since my body slumped right onto his chest, I raked my stubble across his chest and his overly sensitive body that wasn't quite recovered made him throw me off him to the point where I was ripped from his tightened ass.  That had to hurt.  I felt bad, but I also mildly laughed in a playful way from the other side of the bed.  I remarked how his nips are still going to feel me a week later and he responded with a meek, "It's okay."  And that hurt me.  I lifted him up a bit and pulled him to me, holding him close and letting his head rest on my shoulder.  I tried to use the warmth from my hand convey the warmth of my affections as it roamed his body and it was then I noticed that he wasn't wearing his chain.  Not that it mattered.  I just hoped that this secret tryst fulfilled his need as deeply the ska bass player did mine and that link in that cycle remained, unbroken and unabandonned.

6 comments:

Windy City Sex blog said...

Nice bud. All horned up now.

Bruce Chang said...

I might be able to take care of that... Ha! Glad to see you're posting again! Cheers!

BikeGuy said...

i love you.

Bruce Chang said...

I was gonna say something snarky but I'll just settle with thanks! [and I'll admit it... A bit of a blush]

BikeGuy said...

i'm hardly scared off by 'snark'. : )

Zen Mann Silver said...

That was beautiful.