I challenged him - Sex Stories

I challenged him

... ears with every passing comment. Back at my place, it was getting late. We talked about his last full day’s schedule, and about his trip to the airport the following morning. He headed off to clean up and get some rest. But at one point, before he closed his door, he yelled out again, half-jokingly, “I’m going to read some more of your bi porn and whack myself off to sl**p. Try not to listen!” “I don’t know, you sound pretty good!”, I retorted, not letting on that I actually did hear him. There was a bit of a long silent pause. I yelled again for fun, “Did you cum yet? Was it good for you?” I heard from the back room, “Shut up, I’m reading smut and I’m hard.” My body was quietly trembling. I could feel my mind actually considering just going back there, walking in on him and grabbing his cock for… well, a little but of everything - swallowing, riding and then some. But I had no idea if it would be welcome, or what kind of weird mess it could make. God knows, he looked good enough to dive into, but that’s not everything. I could hear the soft beginnings of his panting, the kind from someone stroking himself upward into his pleasure dome. The house was completely still except for his gently mounting sexual noises and mutterings. I found myself holding my breath just to listen to every nuance. I had my own cock in my hand and was beginning to masturbate along with him, thinking, ‘he’s just down the hall…’. I was about to say something to him, to finally test the waters, even ...

... just to peek in and watch him cum to my story - I had no fucking idea what - when a text came through on my phone. I was grateful for the break in the sexual tension. But it was him. Texting from the back room. “I’m texting so I don’t embarrass myself with you. This fucking story is so hot, this shit you write is so real… and, well… if you wanna help, or join me… you know where I am. Worst case, I’m gone in a day and a half. My mind raced. This was one of those moments you think will never come. I texted back one word: “Serious?” His response came. “I’d love to try. See if it’s better than before. If it’s weird, we can stop. But… you might be the right one..” My cock was rigid, thumping and drooling and I’d barely even noticed. In the nerves of the moment, I was stupidly trying to decide whether to text him back first or just walk in and start something. One more text came in with this photo - of him stretched out on the back bed, his bared nipple and torso and his very alluring ass. Fuck. one look and I knew then that I wanted him. I wanted to be buried deep in that tempting round ass; that lush ass that was right now being offered freely. I texted back: “What, no cock?” “I have one, but I’m not a cock shot whore. Cum and get it, If you want.” I almost started to laugh. We were just a hallway apart, flirting over our phones and both stroking very hungry hard meat, waiting for perhaps the right signals to ignite. I wrote back: “On my way. Don’t move.” I walked in to see him in ...