Page 69 of The Guy Next Door
I keep my movements slow, knowing I’ll have to keep this pace throughout; this isn’t the place for the kind of ass-clapping sex we usually go for.
As I work up my pace, Leif rests his forearms against the wall. And I speed up as much as I can, carefully ensuring my pelvis doesn’t slam against that sexy ass, which is a fucking struggle when I want to give him the kind of pounding he prefers.
I watch as my dick enters him, which has images running through my head that are driving me wild. I lean close to him, whispering, “I keep thinking about what it’d be like to fuck you without this goddamn latex between us.” I slide my hand down his back, around to his abs. “I want so bad to come deep inside you. Be the first man to mark you.”
He glances over his shoulder again. He looks concerned.
Fuck, great job, you fucking creeper.“Sorry. Not that I would ever want you to do that if you weren’t—”
“You think you have to apologize for that?” he asks, a smile sliding across his face.
My dick pulses in him.
His gaze drifts, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking until he says, “I got tested a few months after my last time, which was a long fucking time ago now. All negatives. And it’s only been you after that.”
“I’m on PrEP, and I get a full panel regularly. All negative here too.”
My thrusts have slowed. Are we really considering this?
I want it so bad, but even though it’d be safe, still feels like we shouldn’t.
No. There’s no way he’ll go for that.
I stop fucking him, waiting for his reply when he walks forward, my dick sliding from him.
Fuck, I ruined it. “We don’t have to do anything. I’m sorry I even mentioned—”
He reaches behind him and grabs my shaft, sliding the condom off my cock, and when I catch the next glance over his shoulder, he wears a mischievous smirk that lets me know I’m a fucking moron.
He places the condom in the nook beside us, then returns to his initial position, even spreading his legs a bit more like he really wants me to get up in there.
Another glance back to me. “What are you waiting for?”
Oh, Leif, you fucking incubus.
I move close to him. This is a bigger conversation than we can easily get away with in a crowded locker room, but still. “We do this,” I whisper, “and this ass is mine as long as we’re fucking around. That means you don’t mess around with other people. I don’t mess around with other people. You say the word, and that ends, but I don’t fuck around with shit like this.”
He leans close and kisses me, then as he pulls back says, “Agreed. Now. Get. Inside. Me.”
I chuckle. Nothing’s funny, and I can’t believe this is happening as I head back behind him.
Despite our serious chat, I’m still stiff as a board, surely because the thought of him taking my load right now is at the forefront of my mind. I put some more lube on before returning to him, pushing my head up against his hole, this timeenjoying the sensation of flesh meeting flesh. Once again, his ass welcomes me as I feed it inch by inch until my pelvis is against his ass. I hook my arms around him, tugging his body close to me, and kiss his back gently.
When I was just watching him from next door, this was the kind of experience I would imagine, being buried inside him, our bodies pressed up against each other.
Keeping his body tight against mine, I thrust a few times. He vibrates against me with each greedy thrust as I revel in the sensation of his grip on my cock.
For a moment, the locker room is quiet, and I only hear Leif’s heavy breaths.
When the laughter and chatting resume, I whisper, “How does that feel?”
“Shut up. Someone’s gonna catch us.”
“Tell me how my cock feels in you.”
“Amazing,” he whispers. “In-fucking-credible.”
I snicker against his back as I run my hand down to his cock, stroking. I’ve still got some lube on my hand, only enough to make him a little slick as I pump him and fuck him.