Open Mouth . . .
“Jeezus, Brian! You scared the hell out of me!” I gasp, trying to catch my breath and calm my heart that is now beating earnestly inside my chest. The rain is falling on my head, dragging my long bangs down into my eyes as I’m trying to look up. There’s a figure there, but its not very clear. I sweep my hair back over the top of my head and lean to the side to get out of the spray, wiping the water out of my eyes with the palms of my hands. Finally I’m able to look up.
Brian is standing directly above me and I’m looking at him upside down. He’s still naked and smiling at me. “Someone went exploring without me.”
“You fell asleep,” I offer as an excuse and he jerks his head and mumbles an “ah” in understanding. I smile back at him. “Did you look around? Did you see the hot tub?” I don’t wait for an answer. “And they have a sauna room over there.” I point to the second door and his head follows my finger. “A misting sauna room that has red lights,” I add, raising my eyebrows and he pulls his lips into his mouth. “And did you see the slide?” I point in the other direction, turning my body and splashing the water. “You have to go down the slide.” His head darts back to me, and he arches an eyebrow. “Feel the water, its heated.” I scoop out some water and splash him. He stands there and takes it; he doesn’t move. He’s staring at me. “Well, what do you think?” I have to know if he’s as excited as I am. “Oh, and they have porn…” I say excitedly. “…GAY porn,” I add as an afterthought and he starts laughing. My forehead wrinkles up, “What?”
He steps into the pool without saying anything and moves until he’s under the rain shower. The water cascades off his head, drenching his hair. He leans his head back into it, runs his fingers through his hair, then straightens it back up and shakes his head violently, spraying me with all the discarded water. I blink away the onslaught and when I reopen my eyes, they lock with his and he’s staring down at me, water dripping from the tip of his nose and off his chin. “Fff-uuuck me,” I whisper under my breath.
I have flashbacks at the vision... I’ve seen that image before. I’m drawn to it and the memories flood my brain. He looks so damn good soaking wet. Most people don’t, but Brian does. I think he knows it and uses it. He certainly did our first night and I grin thinking about how he’s definitely using it now.
And just like way back then, when the vision made me harder than I ever thought possible, my once soggy, flaccid dick that was bobbling between my legs underwater just a few seconds ago is now stretching upward. It breaches the surface of the pool and becomes rigid and stiff.
Brian’s slight chuckle pulls me from my thoughts of yesteryear. “What?” I ask with a slight smile, wiping off some of the drool that evidently seeped out of my gaping mouth. I feel heat on my cheeks, I may be blushing.
“I think your dick has a homing device attached to it. Every time I come within five yards of it, it goes off.”
He’s teasing me of course, so I play along and snicker back. “It doesn’t ‘go off’ when you’re within five yards, it just beeps a warning to let me know it’s ready to ‘go off’ whenever I need it to.”
“Ah. So, it’s ready now?” he asks. His tongue conspicuously sweeps his bottom lip then makes its way to the side, sneaking between his teeth before pushing his cheek out ever so slightly.
My dick twitches at the sight and makes the water ripple around it. I look down at it and back up at him. “Uh huh,” I nod, finding my mouth hung open again. I close it and swallow a mouthful of spit. He’s definitely working it and I just keep getting sucked in.
He moves a little closer to me, still under the falling water, but under heavier streams. It washes over his face and into his mouth. He blows it out. Doesn’t spit it out, he blows it out in little sputters. It’s really sexy.
“So?” I ask trying to regain some semblance of self-control.
“So what?”
“You didn’t tell me what you thought of the place. Did you look around?” He steps up on the second step and lifts one leg over me so he has one foot on each side of my body.
I rub his calves under the water with my hands. The wet hairs swish in the water and prickle against my palms; they excite me as only a man can. Brian’s not hairy by any means, but what he does have is in all the right places… his legs, his underarms, the small amount around his nipples when he doesn’t shave them off, and the lightly, naturally sculpted trail that starts just below his navel and leads to the larger, fuller amount framing his beautiful cock. The hair there is straight, not curly, and oh so sexy. I love sifting my fingers through it. He doesn’t even have to trim and shape like most guys do, his is naturally formed to perfection. And the one place that is usually, annoyingly full of hair on most men; is bare on Brian. His balls and his ass are completely bald, just like mine. It just proves our asses were born for rim jobs.
His growing erection is right in front of my face now; I tilt my head up and look at him. He rubs the smooth crown along my bottom lip. It’s hard as a rock but feels so soft against my lips. I poke my tongue out just enough to brush over the tip and get a taste of Brian when it dampens my tongue with a small drop.
“I didn’t answer you because you were talking so fast…” Brian says, startling me for a second. I forgot that I’d even asked him a question. “…I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Think there’s a way that I can get you to shut up for two seconds?” And he bats my cheek with his dick. “What do ya think?”
“Just two seconds?” I ask licking along the side of his long shaft.
“Two seconds, two minutes, or as long as you want.” His hands go to the sides of my head and he guides me down on it.
We waste no time at all getting down to business. He’s gently fucking my face and I love it when he does that, but today, I want to do something special. He loves it when I deep throat him and I love his reaction. It’s not easy to do so I don’t do it often, but I can relax my throat enough to take him all the way in as long as he doesn’t push; I have to control the movement. So I lift my hands out of the water and up his long legs then wrap them around him, grabbing his hairless ass cheeks tightly and pushing him deeper into my mouth. He knows what I’m about to do so he lets go of my head with a gasp and an approving growl then places his hands on my shoulders to steady himself.
When it slides down into the deeper recesses of my throat …it’s a very snug fit. That’s what makes it so special. So uniquely us... like my esophagus was made just the right size to accommodate his cock. It’s an exact match and gives me this amazing feeling of togetherness. I relax, open my throat, grip his ass, and navigate him into me. I hum and moan on the way in and the way back out… but when he’s deep inside there, I have no way to make a sound or take a breath. I’m completely cut off from all air.
I’ve often thought that if he got stuck, I would die of suffocation. What a way to go; explain that one to the coroner. In a very strange, delusional way, that hint of danger turns me on even more, but because I don’t have a death wish, I’m very careful. I guess that’s why I have to be the one to control it.
I go deep again and press my face against his body… all nine inches are inside me, his hair’s tickling my nose. He’s breathing hard with his head bent over blocking the rain from landing directly on me. It’s sprinkling my shoulders, flooding my hands behind him and running down his body all around me, but my face, my nose, my mouth…he tents over them so I don’t have to fight the water to breathe. A slow pull back out with a hum, then a push back in. He gasps and sways a little; I tighten my clasp on his ass. I have to hold my tongue still but I can constrict my throat around the head and knead my lips at the base so I do. On every in-stroke, I milk his cock from both ends and he digs his fingers into my skin.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps, his ass flexes and his legs start quivering. I almost cum right then and there myself. I do it to him again and again. He yells ‘fuck’ every time. The next one does him in. The first splash hits the back of my throat and I pull back quickly to the head so I can swallow it without gagging. The last of it coats my tongue and in a flash, he’s got a firm hold on my arms and pulling me up for a kiss. Our lips close around each other and I push it into his mouth. We kiss hungrily, open-mouthed, mixing his cum with our saliva and the water that’s pouring down our faces. He breaks away suddenly; kissing my cheek in ravenously large pecks from my mouth to my ear then wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly. This is that reaction that I was talking about. I hug him back while his body calms.
“Shit, Justin. Where’d you learn to do that?” he breathes against my ear with a slight hitch in his voice that’s reeling from his orgasm.
“I don’t know,” I answer with a slight chuckle, feeling the heat blush across my cheeks. I hug him tighter. “You bring out my natural abilities, I guess.” I smirk.
“It’s a fucking gift, is what it is,” he states matter of factly, then pulls back a little and I lift my head. He looks at me and right through me at the same time. My knees feel weak. I was trying to tease him by being cocky about it, but that look tells me he’s being serious.
“A gift just for you,” slips out of my mouth and he breaks our connected gaze to run his hands over my wet hair and slick it back off my forehead. He kisses me there then pulls away without saying another word. He climbs the steps to get out of the pool and I follow him. I grab my towel and toss it to him then pick up the robe and put it on.
