Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Would other things appear in that sphere too? Things he’d never done with women, since they didn’t have the right equipment for it?
He soaped up, lost in thoughts about Dex’s cock. He’d enjoyed touching it, but how would he feel about having it in his mouth? The idea didn’t provoke immediate revulsion, though the process of learning how to handle a dick might be full of embarrassment. It wasn’t like he was a pussy-eating connoisseur either, but he enjoyed it well enough for the effect it had on his lovers. Would it be the same with a man?
A part of him worried crossing yet another boundary might permanently change who he was, but wasn’t that what had stopped him from having sex with men for so long? The past two weeks had already proven he’d been holding back for no reason.
Anger was a hot stone inside his gut when he thought of all the missed opportunities, when he had been propositioned in one way or another and refused just because of a mental barrier that had no real reason to be there in the first place. It was the superego trying to impose social expectations, and since when did he obey the rules simply because they were in place?
He liked to see Dex lose his mind in pleasure. So why wouldn’t he suck him off when it was an action, and therefore couldn’t change anything about Hammer’s personality? He would not let prejudice rule over him. People experimented all the time.
Washing his hair with furious strokes over the scalp, he thought back to Dex licking his nipple as though it was no big deal. Maybe it really wasn’t. Maybe he should relax about the kind of sex he was allowed as a masculine man and open up to other kinds of pleasure?
Stilling in the rain of hot water, he remembered Dex looking at him intensely and declaring how much he wanted to rim him. Would Hammer be open to that too? To lie back and let someone touch his asshole? What if he liked it?
What then? Hammer’s angry mind interjected. You’re not gonna have fun because you’re scared what might happen if you feel like having something push in?
It was all beyond ridiculous. He was ridiculous.
Wasn’t he supposed to be a badass who took what he wanted? Nobody said that couldn’t include getting rimmed and giving blowjobs.
He delved his fingers between his buttocks, like he did when cleaning himself, but instead of making his movements utilitarian, he let the digits linger and even ran his fingertip over his hole.
Sensitive.
He could imagine it feeling good when a warm, slippery tongue caressed him down there. It didn’t necessarily mean that he wanted to be fucked, but it was no one’s but his and Dex’s business what they did behind closed doors anyway.
He took his time, tickling the skin outside his hole, but eventually one soap-slicked finger went in, making him stiffen in a strange mixture of arousal and worry. But if he was to agree to Dex’s offer, that place needed to be as pristine as he could get it. His entrance stung a bit from rubbing by the time he’d finished.
With the fire of his decisions burning in his gut, he turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and stormed outside, wrapping the fabric around his hips.
He stalled at the sight of Dex lounging naked on the bed with several small plastic wrappers around him, and watching TV. He met Hammer’s gaze with wide eyes that suggested he might be embarrassed that he was caught jerking off. But instead of covering himself, he stuffed a muffin into his mouth with one hand and lazily stroked his dick.
“There’s more, I didn’t eat them all!” he said with his mouth full.
But Hammer could still only think about one thing, so he approached Dex, feeling the world burn around him. “I want to suck you off.”
Chapter 23 – Hammer
A large chunk of muffin fell out of Dex’s mouth as his lips parted. He stared at Hammer without blinking.
“Like… now?”
The floor caved under Hammer as lead dropped down his stomach. “You’re not in the mood?” he asked in an attempt to save his dignity. Maybe Dex didn’t want this from him in the first place? Maybe all he desired was this mean fucking machine who didn’t seem to care what Dex wanted, and by offering to focus on giving him pleasure, Hammer had just spoiled everything?
Dex jumped to his feet, not minding the piece of muffin landing on the floor, and approached Hammer in quick steps. “Fuck yeah I’m in the mood,” he said and leaned in to kiss Hammer’s lips. The warmth of his mouth was like a spark of heat, and Hammer leaned against him, clutching at muscular flesh as he pushed back until they tipped over, landing on the bed. The way Dex’s strong body felt under him had already become familiar, and when the pale thighs opened to accommodate Hammer, he felt more at ease.