Quaver Ch.2 - Sex Stories

Quaver Ch.2

Quaver Chapter 2: The Amber Pearl of the Orient I was startled by a grumbling noise. I look around to find out that I forgot to lock tightly my casement windows. “It’s still raining.” I mumbled to myself. As I walk back to my bed, I was surprised to see my newly recruit muscle cub still on my bead. To think that he taught that I can never break him; he is still very naive. I climbed back to my bed; my hands are at the back of my head when my cub cuddled me. I can pill his lips pressed near my nipple while his right hand wanders my furry rock hard stomach. “Fuck” I whispered. I’m getting hard again, but I don’t want to wake him up. He looks so cute sl**ping next to me. It’s hard to crack this one because he thinks he is the more “dominant” one. Acting tough, talking trash and even provoking a fight, but I can see right through him. Its 5:45 am, I can’t sl**p anymore. When my cub touches me he’s making my dick hard with need. “You’re my new project” I said as I touch his right cheek softly. I broke my gaze at him and look at the ceiling. Trying to reminisced what just happened. “How did we get here?” I ask myself. *******6 hours earlier “I am Logan Clark” I held out my hand. “Graham, just call me Greg” he held out his hand to shake mine. When Greg skin contacted mine, I instantly felt electricity that travels to my spine. I felt my dick twitch and grow just like that. I quickly ask him to have a seat and I slump back on my own so I can hide my eager “pet.” I can’t help to ...

... smile while I look at his eyes. Brown eyes, I am a sucker for those jewels and his pouty pinkish lips, those lips are made for sucking. Thinking about that makes it even harder for me to keep myself to fuck him right where he sits. Yes, he looks like a wannabe convict with a nose piercing and a shaved head. But his exposed chest hairs and his build makes up for it. Fuck! He is a sexy stocky man, kind of chubby with few ridiculous tattoos but that’s the way I want it, my bear cub. He shifts uncomfortably; he broke his eye contact with me and then frowns. He changes his facial expression trying to look tough. “You’re doing it AGAIN!” he stresses the word again heavily. “What?” I chuckled. “You’re staring at me!” he said with a raised voice. “I am just admiring the work of art in front of me.” I said while touching my beard. He blushed and his head backed away a little, obviously stunned. “You’re a one creepy Motherfucker!” I just smiled at his remark. “Do your pick-up lines even work?” he said dismissively with a raised brow. “Well does it?” I smirked. “No! And quit smiling like pervert because it’s creepy!” he is now blushing beet red. I’m getting tired of playing nice so I made my move. “How loud do you moan in bed?” I said aggressively. His jaw dropped and definitely looks mortified “Fuck off old man!” he stood up and said “If you’re looking for a quick fuck you better call one of your boy sluts because I AIN’T ONE OF THEM!” He is about to walk away and then I said “Want a bet?” ...