Chapter 3
The time had actually come. The moment that I wouldn't allow myself the luxury of even imagining. Pook, this incredible specimen stood less than two feet from me in nothing but a black jockstrap offering himself to me; practically begging me to take him. He had a thin veneer of sweat covering his body from the stretches we had done, the heat of the apartment and the situation we found ourselves in. He looked straight in my eyes with a mixture of desire and impatience. But I wasn't going to rush. I had waited too long for this and I intended to savor every second. Suddenly, something became clear to me: until now our relationship had been mentor/mentee. He mentored me in CrossFit technique and endurance while I was his (more than) willing student. Now we had reversed roles. I was the experienced veteran and he, although certainly not a rookie, had much to learn from me.
I was in control and I was going to let him know it.
I took one long step toward him and, without saying a word, reached out and put my right hand behind his neck and pulled his lips to mine. When our lips met they immediately parted to allow our tongues launch a duel of manhood. Whose tongue could penetrate deeper into the other's mouth. Like CrossFit, it was a contest. But I intended to win this one. His tongue was warm and meaty and I loved feeling it exploring the inside of my mouth. But mine was quicker, more agile. Before he knew what was happening, my tongue was tickling his tonsils. It would have been impossible for our mouths to be open any wider; we couldn't get enough of each other.
That was my opening salvo. As we stepped back to take a breath, I took the same right hand that had just drawn his face to mine, placed it on his left shoulder and pushed him to his knees. This was a guy who was used to being in charge and I had reduced him to rubble. His knees folded faster than a house of cards. I intended to pull his face into the bulge in my jock but he got there before I could. His mouth attacked my bulge; he was devouring it with a passion that suggested he was even hornier than I was. He licked. He bit. He dreuled saliva all over it to turn it into mush. He slid his tongue under the elastic to taste the sweat that had formed inside the jock that was covering my crotch. The irony was that while he was trying to devour everything packed in my jock in one mouthful, my cock was growing to a size as big as his entire face. But he was undeterred. I stood there, breathing more heavily with every passing moment, pressing my hands down on his shoulders. When he'd try to come up for air I'd press harder. I wasn't afraid of him stopping, but he needed to know I was in control. He was going to do what I wanted. What I needed.
One of the challenges I knew I'd face if this moment ever arrived was how not to cum too fast. I'm a fast cummer, and in highly charged encounters like this, even more so. Add to that that he and I had been sharing weeks of testosterone-charged workouts together, I was afraid that if he even brushed the inside of my thigh, I'd explode. What may have helped was that I popped a half Viagra before he got there. I have no trouble getting and staying hard--that's not why I use it. I don't know if I imagine it or not, but Viagra fucking supercharges me. It makes me feel sexually invincible with the side benefit of preventing me from cumming too fast. It makes me want to fuck anything that's not nailed down. It makes me feel like a 6' erect penis with a man's body attached. And I could feel it kicking in.
But I had to keep this at a manageable pace. We had all night and I intended to make use of it. The more I dictated the action, the more I signaled who was in charge. And the more I took charge, the more Pook succumbed.
With that in mind, I needed to get Pook off my cock. If he kept up his lapping, licking and inhaling my stink the way he was, I'd shoot too quickly. I took both my hands, put them on either side of his head, turned his face up to me and ordered, "Now my hole." He closed his eyes and moaned approvingly.
I turned around and leaned over the couch and presented my ass. Still in my red Nasty Pig jockstrap, he had a perfectly framed ass to explore. And he didn't need any encouragement. Just like our earlier kiss and him on his knees devouring my package, he dove into my crack like he was a starving sailor. I had been introduced to his tongue a few minutes earlier, but now it felt twice as long (and strong) as it hunted hungrily for my hole.
Then he found it. The tip of his sword-shaped tongue plunged into my rosebud asshole and it sent me into a state of bliss. I literally had to deep breath to control my pleasure. It sent shudders up and down my body and the more I trembled, the deeper into my hole his tongue penetrated. As much as I wanted to remain in 100% control, I surrendered to the pleasure and he knew it. I relaxed over the back of the couch to give him full access to my hole so he took both hands to separate my cheeks so he wouldn't overlook one tasty morsel. He placed his tongue at my taint and slowly and erotically licked up my entire crack pausing for an extra moment over my opening. Then he did it again. And again. And again. I was groaning like an animal in heat and pressing my ass into his face with all the force I had. And he was pressing his face into me equally hard. Another competition to see who was more forceful. This round went to Pook.
I could've gone like this for hours but, once again, I needed to take charge. Both to prevent me from exploding too early and, more importantly, to let him know this was a competition and I intended to win.
At a point when he was coming up for air, I said quietly but firmly, "Stop. It's time for another beer. We need a break because I have much bigger plans for you."
His quiet response, "Yes sir."
To which I replied, "Good boy."
End of Chapter 3
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