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Crown Vic to a Parallel World: Stolen Love The third and final installment of the ongoing adventures of Church Philips
18
Memories of Before
I admitted my feelings to my friend, and he quieted to think over what I'd said. As I watched him consider my words, my brain did what brains have a tendency to do when one thought suggests another.
I had told Bem that I missed having him in my arms. That made me remember the times I'd had him in my arms. There was one particular time that usually came to mind when I thought of the way my relationship with Bem used to be. That event was Bem's seventy-eighth birthday.
The event had come while Shawn and I were traveling on our extended honeymoon tour and Bem was bouncing around the world with Divided Light. Each time we crossed paths, Shawn and I made sure we had enough time to catch up with our friend and romp several times. We'd also created the `Bem special features,' where we'd come up with a unique way to blow Bem's mind each time we saw him.
I remembered when Shawn and I had come up with the idea for his birthday. To my surprise, it had actually been Shawn's idea. I was on my stomach. Shawn climbed on top of me and pushed his hardness into my ass. I automatically tilted my hips so he could go deeper. He pressed himself as far into me as he could and draped his body on top of mine. His chin rested against the back of my neck. He turned his head to the side and exhaled contentment into my ear. "How's that, love?" He asked.
"Perfect." I'd said like I usually did when he asked me.
Shawn gave me a few long strokes and ground his hips into my ass. I shivered and shook with the pleasure of the violation and waited to see if he was going to fuck me, or if he wanted to talk. Most of the time, when Shawn buried his hardness in my guts it was to fuck me. Sometimes, he'd do it when he wanted to chat. I enjoyed both because either way, I got to have his cock inside me. Shawn breathed into my ear again and opened conversation. "Bem's birthday is coming up. What should we do for him...or to him?"
I realized that Shawn wanted to talk and settled in to let him. I made a suggestion for Bem's birthday. "Why don't we just present ourselves to him like we did last year? He seemed to like that."
Shawn turned my suggestion over in his mind and fucked me with a few more strokes while he did it. I could tell from his emotions that the idea didn't satisfy him. He turned it over in his head and fucked me some more. I felt when his mind came up with something. He ground his hips into me again, stirring my insides with his cock, then he came to rest and let me in on his thoughts. "What if we give you to him?"
"Me?" I asked.
"Yes." Shawn confirmed as he warmed to his topic. "You know how much he gets off on fucking you. What if we give you to him, just you?"
"I don't get it." I admitted.
Shawn stirred my insides again and shared his idea. "We'll book a room and check in, me and you. You'll get cleaned up, put a jock strap on, and kneel on the floor. If we want to get really fancy, we could put you in handcuffs or a blindfold or a gag or something."
I interrupted Shawn's vision with a question. "Why the jock?"
"The jock covers your genitals but leaves your ass open. It shows you're there to be submissive."
"Submissive?" I asked.
"Yes!" Shawn said and fucked me a few times like he wanted to drive the point into my body with his dick. "It'll be a complete power trip for Bem. Instead of having to deal with the both of us, and worrying about pleasing us and not leaving anyone out and all that, you let him use you."
I didn't like the sound of getting `used' and said as much. Shawn explained it differently. "You're not whoring yourself to him. It's just role play. You love when Bem tops you. Bem loves to pretend to dominate you. Like when he spits in your mouth and commands you to suck him off, it's all pretend dominance. He's a lot smaller than you, than both of us. If he can make us do what he wants, it makes him feel powerful. I'm suggesting we take that to the next level."
I didn't get it and said as much. "Then why not let him dominate the both of us like we did last year?"
Shawn shook his hips back and forth like he was trying to reply in the negative with his cock instead of his head. The motion made me utter an undulating grunt with each change of direction, "uh uh uh uh uh uh uh."
"That's too complicated." Shawn explained. "We offer ourselves to Bem, but because there's two of us, he always has to split his focus. I know that he likes to have sex with me, but he LOVES fucking you. If he has you to himself, it'll be a total power trip for him."
I understood what Shawn was saying, but I wasn't sold on the idea of having sex with Bem without Shawn. The idea of the sex didn't bother me, but I worried that sex was what had broken up the relationship Shawn had been in right before he met me. "Would you be OK with that?" I asked.
Shawn kissed the back of my neck and fucked me with a couple more strokes. "This is Bem we're talking about. I trust him and I trust you. It would just be for one night. Besides, the whole point of the Bem special features was to blow his mind. This way, he gets to play the little guy who dominates the biggest guy in the world. I think this would be the ultimate for him. What do you think?"
I wasn't completely sure, but I went along with Shawn's idea. He seemed to be really excited about it, and I didn't want to disappoint him. I also wanted to make Bem's birthday the best that I could, so I agreed. A few weeks later, there I was, on my knees in that hotel room, waiting for Bem to come and dominate me.
The plan was for Shawn to escort Bem to the room and then leave. Shawn booked another hotel room for himself a mile away. He said he wanted to be out of range of our emotional link because he didn't want to feel sex that he wasn't going to get to participate in.
I admit that I had been dubious about the whole thing until Shawn helped me get ready. He and I showered together. Shawn scrubbed me from head to foot. As he did it, he said naughty things about what he expected Bem to do to me. It was his version of dirty talk, to narrate sex acts in minute detail. The way he did it, while he washed my body to prepare it to be fucked by another man, made me super horny.
Shawn ran his soap slicked hands up along my flat stomach and over my pecs. He pinched my nipples. They were soft from the hot shower but they hardened under his touch. He hit me with the up from under look and moved his hands over my shoulders and down my back. "This big body, this big, powerful body, you're going to give it to Bem, aren't you?" Shawn teased in his sultry bedroom voice.
"Yeah." I said to him. "I'll let him do whatever he wants to it."
Shawn lowered his hands behind me and gripped my ass with both hands. He pulled my cheeks open and grazed my hole with teasing fingers. "You'll give him this ass, won't you? You'll arch your back and offer it to him, like a greedy bottom, won't you?"
"Oh yeah." I agreed as I felt the naughty lust from Shawn wash over my psyche.
"Do you think he'll fuck it like I do? Will he fuck it and slap it and fill it like I do? Will he make your hole throb and your flesh sting like I do? Will you beg him for it, like you beg me? Will you?" Shawn asked lustily.
I said that I'd beg Bem until he fucked my ass just like I needed it fucked. Shawn liked the sound of that. He kept teasing while he washed me. By the time the shower was finished and I was dressed in my black jock, I was ready. I was more than ready, I simmered with needy desire. I was eager to present myself to Bem, eager for whatever he would do to me.
Shawn posed me on my knees in the middle of the hotel room floor. He had me sit on my heels then he put a blindfold over my eyes and handcuffed my hands behind my head. The cuffs were the cheap plastic type that were strictly for show. I could have broken out of them easily, even without my magic.
I stayed horny as I waited. The blindfold added a naughty dimension I hadn't expected. I knew I was waiting for Bem, but as I waited, unable to see, I pretended I was waiting for some anonymous top. It made me feel super nasty. By the time I heard the room door open and Bem's confused words to Shawn as my husband explained his present to him, I was ready to give myself over to whatever Bem wanted to do to me.
I heard the room door close and felt my husband leave. I heard Bem's feet scuffle on the carpet as he moved close to me. I felt him, the heat of his body as he stood inches in front of me. I wanted to break the cuffs and grab him, but that wasn't the point of the game we were playing. I stayed on my knees and obediently waited for Bem to make the first move.
Bem's quick fingers snapped the blindfold from my face. My vision needed a second to adjust, but it didn't take long in the room that had been reduced to mood lighting by Shawn before he left. I looked up into Bem's cobalt eyes and waited. I thought about offering myself to him with words, but I figured that would be overkill. Instead, I waited.
Bem broke the silence with his great big baritone voice muted low. "Shawn tells me you're my present, Big Guy."
I nodded.
Bem craned his head forward until it was directly over my face. "Open your mouth." He commanded. I did as I was told. Bem used his tongue to push a glob of spit from his mouth. It hung from his bottom lip and stretched out toward me. It elongated until it broke from his lip and splatted into my mouth. I tasted the salt of Bem's mouth on my tongue and lapped the splash from my lips. I left my mouth open for the next thing he wanted to give me.
Bem grinned, then shook his head at me. "Big Guy, come sit on the bed. I need to talk to you."
I got to my feet and crossed the room with Bem. He sat on the bed, and I sat with him. I flipped my hands over my head and set my cuffed wrists in my lap. Bem noticed the handcuffs and shook his head again. "Take those silly things off." He said.
I did as I was told. I used my magic to unlock the plastic cuffs and pulled them from my wrists. I tossed them on the nightstand and waited to hear what Bem wanted.
"Big Guy, you and Shawn are great, you know that?" He asked. "Almost any other time, this idea would have made me the happiest guy ever. Right now, though," he sighed and shook his head at his lap, "it's just no good."
"What's no good?" I asked. I was confused. Shawn felt my confusion through our link and his confusion responded. I felt that the distance between us was still growing and soon our link would break. `Have to text him.' I thought and waited for Bem to come to the point.
"Everyone around here, everyone I've been with recently, they all work for me. I'm the road manager, so everyone reports to me. Even the band reports to me. I tell everyone where to be, what to do, when to do it. That means when we romp, I'm on top. I can't be the tough road manager for the concert, then throw my legs up at the end of the night."
As someone who unapologetically loved to bottom, I didn't see what the problem was and said as much. Bem tried to explain. "Big Guy, not all bottoms are submissive, but all submissives are bottoms. That means there's a stigma. The stigma is, the person who gets penetrated is the one who submits. I know the reality. I know a lot of bottoms are really strong-willed guys but there is a perception. Because of that perception, I can't bottom for someone who works for me. I have to maintain discipline or the whole works could fall apart."
Bem reached his left hand across his body and used it to knead his right shoulder. "I shouldn't even have sex with them. I shouldn't, but I do. Since I do, when I do, I top."
I didn't see what Bem was getting at. "What's your point?" I asked.
Bem raised his eyes to mine and made his point. "I NEED to get fucked real bad; not just fucked, I want to surrender to someone. I know you can top, Big Guy. Would you fuck me? I mean, would you pound me and use me? Would you get all the way on top of me? Please."
I was even more confused by Bem's plea after he made it than before. "Why didn't you say something to Shawn? You know he can top."
Bem grinned up at me. "Ah...he was so excited to give me my birthday present; I didn't want to disappoint him. Also...also, I kind-of, I wanted you to myself. I thought it would be really hot, just the two of us. I didn't think I'd get another shot, just you and me. So...Big Guy, what do you think? Can you do it? Can you be a dom top?"
I wasn't sure. I knew I could top. I regularly topped Shawn and Bem when we had sex, but I didn't consider topping to be my forte. I liked to bottom. None of us really bought into labels. I didn't think of myself as a bottom and Shawn as a top, but those were the positions we tended to default toward. I could' top, but I didn't know if I could be the dom top' that Bem wanted me to be. Still, it was his birthday, and he'd made what amounted to a birthday wish. I owed it to him to at least try.
I quickly resolved to give it my all. I called my phone to my hand from where Shawn had left it on the nightstand and texted my husband. Our link had broken and I figured he was already at his hotel for the night. `Everything OK.' I texted to him.
`Good, was worried.' Shawn replied.
`Slow start, but OK now.' I said and returned the phone to the nightstand.
I looked back at Bem and asked the question that would set the tone for the rest of the night. "How do you want it?"
Bem fixed me with a steady and serious gaze. "Like I owe you money." He said.
I figured I knew what that meant. "Any limits?" I asked.
Bem shook his head. "Like you say to Shawn, `anything you want, as hard as you want, as much as you want.'"
I shut my eyes tightly and reminded myself what my friend had asked for. I tried to put myself in the frame of mind of a dominant top. I tried to dial back my empathy and increase my aggression. I told myself to `use' Bem. I tried to channel the energy that Shawn had when he pounded me. I opened my eyes and decided I was as ready as I was likely to get.
I stood up from the bed and dropped the jock I was wearing. I wrapped Bem in my magic and lifted him from the bed. I let my power flow under all of his clothes to cover his skin. I expanded my power until it filled his clothes and tore them from his body. The clothes thing drove Bem wild. "Fuck yeah, Big Guy!" He said.
I looked down my nose at him. "No talking." I growled.
Bem snapped his mouth shut and pressed his lips together. I felt him shiver through my magic. I took that to mean my harsh tone excited him. I wondered what to do next. The simple thing would have been to put Bem on his knees and demand he suck me off. Once I was hard and wet, I could fuck his ass until I painted his insides.
That felt a little overly simple, almost clichŽ. It also didn't seem like it would be much fun for me. I wanted to give Bem what he wanted, but I also wanted to enjoy myself. That thought led me to another. I hadn't smelled Bem yet and wondered why. My friend usually had a distinct, oily musk about him at the end of the day. I used my magic to draw his body up to my face. I tossed him sideways to show him how helpless he was in my magic and craned my head to sniff his neck. He smelled like soap.
"Fuck." I barked out my disappointment. "You showered, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir." Bem responded, firmly into his role of submissive bottom.
"That was wrong." I barked. As I did it, I tried to figure out a good way to make Bem sweat. If I was going to top, if I was going to be able to work up the enthusiasm required to get `all the way on top of' Bem, I needed him to smell like him. I needed his musk.
"I'm sorry, sir." Bem apologized to me for something he hadn't known was wrong.
As he did it, I had an idea. Sometimes, when I wanted to initiate with Shawn but knew that he was too shower fresh for my taste, I would hold him for a while first to let my body heat warm him and activate his scent. I thought of it as ripening him. I would hold him close and cuddle him, then when he started to smell like I wanted him to, I'd touch him and kiss him. He would usually respond, and we'd work ourselves up to sex.
It didn't take Shawn long to figure out what I was doing by holding him. He called me out on it, and I admitted my scheme with some embarrassment. Shawn surprised me by telling me he didn't mind. He liked being held, and he liked when I initiated, so the idea that I was doing it to make him sweat didn't bother him at all.
I decided to do the same thing to Bem, but with a dominant twist. I held Bem aloft while I turned the heat up in the room and activated the heater in the bed. I laid him on the mattress and released him. Bem pulled his legs up and winked his furry hole at me. I grinned to myself at his urgency but didn't let him see my amusement. "Lay flat." I barked then added some more instructions. "Legs tight together, arms at your sides, don't move."
Bem did as I commanded. I crawled across the bed, over top of Bem, and laid on his body. I let the whole of my weight crush him into the mattress. I called my phone to my hand and set the timer for thirty minutes, then I relaxed on top of Bem to wait. I listened to make sure he could breathe, but I didn't ask if he was comfortable.
A few minutes went by, then a few more. Bem squirmed, or at least he tried to. "Be still." I barked.
Bem stilled and a few more minutes went by. He squirmed again and I barked at him again. This time he insisted on answers. "Big Guy, I don't..."
"I only fuck men." I barked at him. "When you smell like a man, I'll fuck you. Until then, be still."
"So hot." Bem muttered.
"What?" I demanded.
"Nothing, sir." Bem said and stilled himself to wait.
As I waited, I tried to use my imagination to plan what I could do to Bem to dominate him. I thought about some of the stuff Shawn had done to get me ready to submit to Bem. I remembered the jock he'd had me wear. That seemed like as good an idea as any.
I used my phone to call the hotel desk. As it was a Solum hotel, they had things on hand to suit most of the needs of their guests, including lube and some mild kink supplies. I spoke to a clerk and asked for what I wanted. The clerk needed a detail that I didn't have. I asked my sub for the information. "Waist size?" I demanded of him.
"Twenty-eight." He replied crisply.
"Twenty-eight?" I demanded. I didn't know how anyone's waist could be that small. My gruff bark that parroted the number was from surprise, but Bem took it like I was upset with him. He hurried with another reply.
"Yes, sir!"
I smirked when I realized he'd forgotten to call me `sir' when he told me his size the first time. I stifled my amusement and asked the desk clerk for a black jock, size twenty-eight. The desk sent it up and slipped it under the door in an envelope. I let it stay there while I continued to ripen Bem.
When thirty minutes passed, I moved just enough to get Bem's arm up. He'd been sweating, but he didn't smell quite right yet. I could have fucked him, but I decided to let him marinate a bit longer. I also remembered him saying that what I was doing to him was `so hot,' so I decided to give him some more. I set the alarm for another fifteen minutes.
When that alarm went off, I sampled Bem's pit again. The hair underneath was soaked and matted down. His scent was rich and heady, and his skin salty. The whole of his body was flushed from the heat of being trapped underneath me.
I approved of my friend's scent. I moved my face into his and used my index finger on his chin to tell him to open his mouth. He did and I used my tongue to shove a huge glob of spit into it. He lapped the splash from his lips and opened his mouth again to receive whatever I decided to give him next.
I felt a wave of erotic energy flood my body in response to Bem's willingness to swallow my spit. It did something in my head. It cemented me into the role I was trying to play. I rolled off Bem and lounged on the bed. I ordered Bem to go put the jock on.
He hurried to do as I asked. When he came back, he presented himself to me. I looked him up and down. He looked great. His furry leanness was slick with sweat and flushed from the heat of being ripened under my body. His cock was full hard in the jock. Bem had pointed it down over his balls. It strained against the fabric and tried to lift the pouch away from his body.
I'd been hard when I first laid on top of Bem, but my erection had subsided while I ripened him. My cock now laid flaccid over my balls between my spread legs as I leaned back on my elbows on the bed. I decided to exert my dominance over Bem and get myself ready to fuck at the same time. "Make me want it." I commanded him. "Entice me."
Bem put both his hands on the top of his chest above his pecs. He flattened his palms and kept his fingers together. He stroked his hands down his body and flexed himself as his hands traveled so his body rolled under his hands.
I watched as his ribcage expanded and lifted. It flexed and flattened his already-flat stomach. The motion pulled his stomach tight to stretch it over the architecture of the top of his hips. His body stretched and moved like a cat that had just woken up. When Bem's hands reached his hips, he took the left from his body and hooked it behind his head to expose his pit.
He made a dramatic motion of craning his head to sniff his own pit. He extended his long tongue and pointed it like he was going to lick himself. He curled his tongue like he was beckoning his pit sweat into his mouth. His other hand cupped his crotch.
"Don't touch your cock." I commanded him.
Bem took his hand from his bulge like he burned it. He faced forward and used his fingers to pinch his nipples. I knew from experience that Bem's nipples weren't sensitive and the action was all about performing for me. He pinched and pulled at them while he scrunched his expression into fake winces of pleasurable pain.
Bem's show was starting to work. I felt my cock pulse and stir from where it had been relaxing on the soft folds of my sac. I decided to direct the action. "Finger yourself." I ordered.
Bem did an about-face and thrust his ass out toward me. I hadn't told him to turn around and scolded him for it. "Turn around!" I barked. "Face me while you open your ass!"
Bem spun on his heels to face me. He stuck his right index finger in his mouth and sucked at it like it was a cock. He took it from his mouth and pointed it at me, the thin, glistening digit. He sent the finger behind his body and into his hole. Bem fingered his hole. He pushed himself up on the balls of his feet and undulated his body as he worked his own ass.
I watched the motion start in his feet and travel along his lean, sinewy, sexy body until it reached his head with a flick. Bem whimpered as he fingered himself. He begged me with needy little sounds. His show was working on me. My cock was about half-hard as I watched my friend perform for me.
"Add another finger." I ordered him and was surprised when I heard my voice. It was deep and raspy with desire.
Bem took his finger from his hole and slurped it into his mouth. He worshiped the digit then added another. He stroked his other hand down his body over and over again while he sucked his fingers. The undulations of his body didn't stop either. Bem was my personal marionette of sex.
He plunged both fingers into his ass and moaned as they entered him. The moan set me off. My cock went full hard and throbbed in the air. Bem's eyes went right to my fully inflated manhood. The sight added to his enthusiasm. He raised his eyes to mine as he fingered himself and ground his ass back into his own hand. I let my eyes rove over his body again. His cock pulsed against the jock. I noticed the color of the fabric had grown dark. Bem was leaking, his pre-cum soaked the fabric. That knowledge made me even hotter.
I felt that I was almost ready. Bem's show had made me hard and horny. I was almost ready to fuck him. I called him to me. "Come here." I demanded in my raspy sex-voice.
Bem came. He didn't bound to me like he might if we weren't in the middle of a role play session. He crossed the floor on the balls of his feet and rolled his body with each step. He didn't remove his fingers from his ass because I hadn't told him to. When he reached the bed, I lifted him with magic to set him on the bed on his feet. He walked to me and stood over my body.
"Give me your fingers." I said.
He offered them to me and I tasted them. I didn't do more than taste. I gave Bem's fingers a quick lick to taste the tang of his ass and told him to put them in his ass. I made him turn so I could watch him open his ass from up close. Bem fingered his hole and pushed out around his digits so his ring bloomed around his fingers like it was trying to suck them in. I watched while he added a third finger and then a fourth.
I originally planned to make Bem suck me off, but the show with his fingers had made me too horny to submit to one of Bem's skillful blow jobs without losing my load. I knew that I could cum more than once. I knew that I could cum basically as many times as I wanted, but I didn't want to shoot the first load down Bem's throat. Something told me that as a dom top, that would be wrong. Feeding him like that would be like letting him win. It would demonstrate that he got to me and I couldn't have that. The first load had to be in Bem's ass.
I did the only thing I could do. I gathered my self-control and issued another order. "Grab the headboard and get ready."
Bem pivoted on his right foot and stepped over my body. He moved to the headboard and grabbed the top of it with his left hand. He had his knees bent and his ass out with his fingers still inside. He eyed me in the big mirror behind the bed.
I got up and moved behind Bem. I was on my knees and was just about his height. I smelled him. I put my nose into his neck and huffed his rich, heady scent into my head. I pulled Bem's hand from his ass and lifted his arm into the air. I craned my head under it and smelled his pit. He was ripe and even a little rank. I tasted him. I didn't linger under his arm like I wanted to, but I gave his pit a good lick to coat my tongue with his flavor.
I lowered his hand and sniffed at the fingers that had been inside him. I smelled the tanginess of his ass on them. I lapped them just once to sample his flavor and pushed Bem's fingers into his own mouth.
He slurped them in and lapped at them greedily. He closed his eyes and the lids fluttered like what he was doing was driving him wild. I spit on my fingers and worked three of them into his relaxed hole while he was distracted. Bem's body clenched as I violated him. He relaxed as his ass adjusted to my thicker digits. Three of my fingers filled him more than four of his had. He took his fingers from his mouth and held the headboard with both hands.
"Please." He breathed as I manipulated his insides.
"Please what?" I hissed into his ear.
"Please, sir." Bem begged me. "I need it."
"What do you need?" I asked. "Tell me."
Bem begged for it. "I need your cock. Please. Please sir, give me your dick. PLEASE."
I spit in my free hand and slicked my desperately hard, throbbing member. I spit several times and made sure I was completely slick. I pulled my fingers from Bem's ass and pressed my hard length into him like Shawn always did to me. I did it in one steady lunge and didn't stop until I was balls deep in Bem's compact little ass.
Bem moaned at the pleasure of the violation. His ass welcomed me into its hot, velvet embrace. He tilted his hips and ground himself against me. I gave him a few seconds to adjust, then I wound up and jackhammered his ass with all the force and violence I could muster.
Bem held the headboard to keep his face from being driven into the mirror and to keep his ass pushed out against the battering I gave him. I held the headboard to use the leverage of my arms to drive myself into Bem over and over. The sticky slap of sweaty skin filled the room with an insistent rhythm. Bem cried out over the sound.
"YES, YES, YES...SMASH THAT ASS! GIVE IT TO ME! OH, FUCK YEAH!"
I grunted my response through teeth that were clenched against the effort of the fucking and of delaying the orgasm as long as I could. "Take it! Take that dick! Take it!" I growled.
I gave it to Bem as hard as I could, for as long as I could, but that wasn't very long. My climax arrived long before the end of my physical endurance. I buried myself inside him and flooded his guts with a huge load. I roared as I came and pulled myself against Bem so hard that Bem had to use all his strength to keep me from crushing his body into the headboard.
When I finished cumming, I stayed inside Bem and waited. My cock stayed hard and I knew I was going to fuck Bem again as soon as I was able. I tried to accelerate my recovery by filling my senses with Bem. I lowered my head to Bem's neck so I could breathe him in and lick the salty sweat from his skin. I filled my head with man scent and filled my mouth and throat with Bem's oily flavor.
Bem didn't say a word. I think he expected another go before I pulled out. He tilted his head so I'd have better access to his neck and he ground his ass against my hips to stir his insides with my hardness. I let Bem grind against me over and over again. His ass clenched and relaxed as he swirled his hips and pushed his ass lips out around my dick. It wasn't long before I was ready to smash him again.
I fucked Bem against the headboard twice, then I made him ride me once before I let him cum. I laid on the bed and he rode me regular cowboy style until I flooded his ass a third time. When I finished, Bem stayed on top of me and pulled the pre-cum-saturated jock aside to jerk himself to completion.
He had his own screaming orgasm around my dick and coated my body with a huge load like I was a Jackson Pollack painting. When he came down from his own shattering climax, I gave Bem a final order. "Lick it off me." I commanded.
Bem scrambled up to do as I told him. He lifted himself off my cock and flipped up onto his knees. I tensed the muscles of my torso as Bem licked his load from them. He did a thorough job. He started by sucking the tang of his ass off my still-hard cock, then he used his hot mouth and busy tongue to worship my powerful body. He licked and sucked all my muscles, he chewed on my less-than-sensitive nipples and licked and kissed along my neck.
I did my best not to respond to his ministrations, but it was tough. He used his hands to steady himself and guide his mouth along my body. His busy fingers pressed almost as many of my buttons as his roving tongue did.
As Bem licked along my neck, I put my arm up and flexed my bicep to see if Bem was into muscle worship. To my surprise, instead of licking and sucking along the hard muscle on top of my arm, Bem stuck his head underneath and took a deep breath of my musk. He licked at my pit and sniffed around a little. When he was done, he leaned away from me and seemed to shed the role he'd been playing.
"That was fucking hot, Big Guy. My ass is pounded. You did great. That was just what I needed. Is there anything you want?"
I didn't want to ruin the experience for Bem, but there was still something I wanted. I approached the subject cautiously. "Are we good now?" I asked. "You had enough of Church the dom top?"
"Yup." Bem nodded happily. "I'm satisfied. I'm even sore." Bem reached behind himself to pat his rump.
"Good." I said. "I'm glad. Happy Birthday." I pulled my legs up and folded them back. "Do you mind?" I asked.
Bem smiled down at me. "You're the best, you know that, Big Guy?"
A while later, Bem and I laid on the bed together. I was flat on my back and Bem was rolled into my side with his front against me. He rubbed the flat of his palm across my pec and pinched my nipple playfully. "That was fucking hot, Big Guy." Bem said again. "Thanks."
"Thank you." I said for the second half of the session. When I'd offered my ass to Bem, he'd shed his pre-cum-saturated jock and stuffed it in my mouth. The flavor exploded in my mouth while the scent filled my head. It pressed all my bottom buttons. Bem pounded my ass almost as hard as I'd pounded him. When he finished fucking me, he took the jock from my mouth and sat on my face so I could feast on his deliciously fucked ass. I had a great time.
"Happy birthday." I said again as a follow up to thanking him.
"Happy birthday to me." Bem said back. He seemed to think for a minute. I guessed he replayed the session in his head to find something to comment on. "You know, that thing you did in the beginning, that was hot as fuck too."
"When I laid on top of you?" I asked.
"Oh yeah." Bem said in a voice that sounded needy and sultry. "That was the most dominant thing you did the whole session. You just pinned me down. FUCK that was hot. I felt like you were an animal or something, dominating me with your body and your scent, marking me. I couldn't do anything but lay under your body and feel your heat and breathe your sweat. If I was a dog, I would have put all my paws in the air."
I chuckled at Bem's metaphor. "You did that."
Bem laughed back. "I guess I did. Anyway, thanks for a great birthday. I really enjoyed that. We'll both have to thank Shawn."
"I'm glad you had fun." I said and closed my eyes to rest.