The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Gwyn’s POV*

Andy’s expression was unreadable. I was a little confused when he got up and went to a set of drawers. When he returned, he had a condom packet in his hands.

“Wait!” He looked up, and had steel in his eyes.

“I can’t wait. I am going to pound you into the ground.” I could hear his desire for me, thick and needy, and his voice was gritty.

“Please, Andy. Let me suck it first, just for a second. Please?” I wanted to put my mouth around it, to taste his pre-cum, just for a few moments. His member was, frankly, magnificent.

He tossed the condom on the bed and moved to me where I sat. I reached for his cock, swollen and leaking with excitement for having been kept waiting. He put his fingers through my damp hair and groaned as I took as much of it as I could in my mouth.

It was thick and I had to stretch, opening my mouth wide. I had a small mouth, so long ago I learned to compensate with a spare hand, especially necessary then on the remainder of his considerable shaft. Andy didn’t seem to mind at all, his respiratory rate increasing as I slurped and sucked. I used my other hand to keep my balance and rhythm on Andy. He let out small groans as he guided me over his length, his grip on my hair tightening. I could taste his excitement, and he started to swear.

“Fuck! Fucking shit! Hold on, hold on a sec, I need a break…” and he pushed me away, panting. He saw my look of concern. “No, no, I just, I don’t want to cum yet, and I was getting there, ok? No, no, you’re wonderful.” He caressed my face, and, bent down to give me a quick kiss.

He gave me a mischievous look. “So, you must be tired, why don’t you lay down for a minute, take a break?”

I played along, and Andy lay down next to me. He stroked my breasts, kissing me. I ran my hands over his chest, it was difficult to leave his cock alone. “You’re a fox, you know?”

I blushed. ‘Um, geez, I-“ but he shushed me with kisses. Then I felt his hand parting my legs, and strong fingers sliding into my hungry, little slit. I moaned, and I felt movement, pressure and pleasure taking over, electricity and light combining in between my legs. I didn’t know for sure what the fuck he was doing but it was fucking awesome. Really awesome. I felt that urgent need starting.

“Fuck, Andy!” I tried not to make a lot of noise, I didn’t know who was around, but it was getting harder. I had always been really loud. He kissed me harder and stared into my eyes, his gaze intense. I was quivering around Andy’s thrusting fingers and the wave was about to hit, I thought I would split apart. I gasped, looked at Andy, and he said, “you are so fucking beautiful.” I came so hard, I actually couldn’t see for a couple seconds before going limp.

Notes

the thing i like about writing this story is that it is very escapist for me. just as i take joy in reading the stories of others. sometimes life is so terrible, it is nice to have an alternate reality you are in control of.

just in case anyone wondered, i am not Gwyn. i have some things in common but some huge differences. i did not put a picture because i wanted you to be able to picture whatever you wanted.