shag. I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything so far.”
Back at home, Tyler turned on the shower and stared at his naked reflection while he waited for the water to heat. With his smooth, pale skin and peroxide-blond hair, he was almost the polar opposite of Duncan. At five foot ten, Tyler wasn’t tiny, but Duncan had at least five inches on him, and where Duncan was broad and heavily muscled, Tyler was lean and graceful-looking.
The mirror started to steam up, so Tyler got in the shower and washed himself until he was squeaky clean all over. As he soaped his cock and balls, his mind turned back to the conversation that he’d had with Julian earlier.
He pictured himself on his back with his legs up on Duncan’s shoulders being pounded. That was how they’d done it last time, and it had been amazing. Tyler’s dick thickened in his hand at the memory and he squeezed it, enjoying the sensation as he began to stroke.
He wondered what they’d do tonight. Maybe they’d suck each other off? Tyler loved the tight stretch of Duncan’s cock in his mouth. It was even better if they sixty-nined and he could fuck Duncan’s mouth at the same time. Or maybe Duncan would do him standing up again. That was how they’d fucked the first time, when they’d been seeing each other for a couple of weeks. Before that they’d only done oral. But that night—the same night they’d agreed to be exclusive—Tyler had begged for Duncan’s cock after sucking him to hardness in the kitchen. Duncan had bent him over the kitchen counter and fucked him with his trousers still caught around his thighs.
Tyler shivered with pleasure at the memory and stroked his cock harder. Then Julian’s words popped into his head.
I can’t imagine him bending over for you….
Tyler gasped as that mental image filled his brain. Apparently Tyler’s imagination didn’t have the same limitations that Julian’s did.
He closed his eyes and could see it as clearly as if he were doing it. Duncan on his hands and knees, his powerful thighs spread, and his arse held open by Tyler’s hands. He’d rimmed Duncan once, so he could picture his hole, pink and tender between those hairy, muscular arsecheeks.
He made a tunnel with his fist, squeezing tight, and pushed his cock slowly in and out of his wet, soapy grip, pretending it was Duncan’s arse. How tight would he feel? What sounds would he make? Tyler braced himself against the wall and fucked his fist hard, hips jerking as he cursed and shot. The thick, white strands swirled and disappeared down the drain as he panted, legs shaky.
As Tyler finished up in the shower, he felt a small pang of regret that he was unlikely to ever get to act out that fantasy. Duncan’s profile on the app where they’d first connected had clearly said top . Tyler had listed himself as vers , but Duncan had never hinted that he’d be up for switching. Tyler wasn’t brave enough to suggest it in case it messed with their budding relationship.
“Hey, gorgeous. How are you?”
Duncan greeted Tyler at the door of his flat with a hug followed by a kiss on the lips. His short, well-groomed beard scratched Tyler’s smooth chin.
“Hi. I’m good, thanks. I brought wine.” Tyler held out the bottle of red and Duncan took it.
“Thanks. I’ve already got some open to breathe though, so we can keep this one for later. Do you want a glass now?”
“Please.”
Tyler followed Duncan to the kitchen, admiring his arse in worn jeans. Duncan obviously hadn’t dressed up for the occasion, but he looked gorgeous just as he was. The faded denim hugged his hips and thighs, and a white T-shirt showed off his biceps and powerful shoulders. Tyler was glad he’d worn something casual too—skinny indigo jeans and a teal coloured polo shirt that brought out the green of his eyes.
“Here you go.” Duncan passed Tyler a glass of wine.
“Cheers.” Tyler took a sip, eyeing Duncan over the top of his
Back at home, Tyler turned on the shower and stared at his naked reflection while he waited for the water to heat. With his smooth, pale skin and peroxide-blond hair, he was almost the polar opposite of Duncan. At five foot ten, Tyler wasn’t tiny, but Duncan had at least five inches on him, and where Duncan was broad and heavily muscled, Tyler was lean and graceful-looking.
The mirror started to steam up, so Tyler got in the shower and washed himself until he was squeaky clean all over. As he soaped his cock and balls, his mind turned back to the conversation that he’d had with Julian earlier.
He pictured himself on his back with his legs up on Duncan’s shoulders being pounded. That was how they’d done it last time, and it had been amazing. Tyler’s dick thickened in his hand at the memory and he squeezed it, enjoying the sensation as he began to stroke.
He wondered what they’d do tonight. Maybe they’d suck each other off? Tyler loved the tight stretch of Duncan’s cock in his mouth. It was even better if they sixty-nined and he could fuck Duncan’s mouth at the same time. Or maybe Duncan would do him standing up again. That was how they’d fucked the first time, when they’d been seeing each other for a couple of weeks. Before that they’d only done oral. But that night—the same night they’d agreed to be exclusive—Tyler had begged for Duncan’s cock after sucking him to hardness in the kitchen. Duncan had bent him over the kitchen counter and fucked him with his trousers still caught around his thighs.
Tyler shivered with pleasure at the memory and stroked his cock harder. Then Julian’s words popped into his head.
I can’t imagine him bending over for you….
Tyler gasped as that mental image filled his brain. Apparently Tyler’s imagination didn’t have the same limitations that Julian’s did.
He closed his eyes and could see it as clearly as if he were doing it. Duncan on his hands and knees, his powerful thighs spread, and his arse held open by Tyler’s hands. He’d rimmed Duncan once, so he could picture his hole, pink and tender between those hairy, muscular arsecheeks.
He made a tunnel with his fist, squeezing tight, and pushed his cock slowly in and out of his wet, soapy grip, pretending it was Duncan’s arse. How tight would he feel? What sounds would he make? Tyler braced himself against the wall and fucked his fist hard, hips jerking as he cursed and shot. The thick, white strands swirled and disappeared down the drain as he panted, legs shaky.
As Tyler finished up in the shower, he felt a small pang of regret that he was unlikely to ever get to act out that fantasy. Duncan’s profile on the app where they’d first connected had clearly said top . Tyler had listed himself as vers , but Duncan had never hinted that he’d be up for switching. Tyler wasn’t brave enough to suggest it in case it messed with their budding relationship.
“Hey, gorgeous. How are you?”
Duncan greeted Tyler at the door of his flat with a hug followed by a kiss on the lips. His short, well-groomed beard scratched Tyler’s smooth chin.
“Hi. I’m good, thanks. I brought wine.” Tyler held out the bottle of red and Duncan took it.
“Thanks. I’ve already got some open to breathe though, so we can keep this one for later. Do you want a glass now?”
“Please.”
Tyler followed Duncan to the kitchen, admiring his arse in worn jeans. Duncan obviously hadn’t dressed up for the occasion, but he looked gorgeous just as he was. The faded denim hugged his hips and thighs, and a white T-shirt showed off his biceps and powerful shoulders. Tyler was glad he’d worn something casual too—skinny indigo jeans and a teal coloured polo shirt that brought out the green of his eyes.
“Here you go.” Duncan passed Tyler a glass of wine.
“Cheers.” Tyler took a sip, eyeing Duncan over the top of his
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