Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... was cauliflower ear, a common wrestling injury. But at the time I just gave it an internal shrug. It wasn't the most unpleasant thing I'd encountered on a guy's body.

The rest of Davin came with no such caveats. He was lightly tanned, and smelled nice, even though I was pretty sure it was one of those body sprays they all used. But mostly, I noticed his muscles. I'd been with in-shape guys before, even some self styled gym rats. But I'd never seen musculature like Davin's.

When he moved position so did the coils under his skin. They twisted around each other and shuffled into new configurations. When he raised his arms above his head, so I could pull his shirt off, his shoulders were an anatomy lesson. All of him was firm, only ever yielding in a way that left me aware it could tense up and crush me at any moment.

I took my time kissing down his chest. His abs flexed underneath my lips and roaming hands. Maybe he was ticklish, or maybe he did it for my benefit. Either was fine with me.

Half crouched between his thighs, feeling small and breakable, I found that Heather was right. Wrestlers did shave everything. And, I reassured myself, that's why it looked so damn big.

Davin's cock was fully hard by the time I wrestled his pants all the way off. I nuzzled it, putting my lips and nose right at the base and letting the hot velvety weight of it rub against my face. I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell of him.

When I opened my eyes he was watching me. ...

... Because of course he was. I smiled up at him. A big warm happy smile. It was genuine. From the base of his cock I started kissing up the length of him, turning it into a lick by the end.

He was big in my mouth. Filling. Too much to try anything clever in this position. But I took what I could of him and wrapped my fingers around the rest.

Davin put a big hand on the back of my head. For a thrilling moment, I thought he might be about to push me down and force me to take him. I didn't know if I could, but holly fuck would I have tried. He didn't do it though. Instead, he massaged my scalp and stroked stray hairs out of my eyes. It was nice, but in a consolation prize sort of way.

I tried to take him deeper. I squeezed my eyes shut and experimented with different throat and neck positions, trying to find one where he didn't smash up against the roof of my mouth. When I did, he socketed in me like a plug, too wide and filling to suck air around him.

I wheezed a thin, partially obstructed, breath through my nose. Then I pressed him in the rest of the way, so he completed the seel. When he stopped against the back of my throat, my diaphragm convulsed, as it always did. But I tightened my core and road the sensation. Over the years, I'd come to enjoy this part. Fighting down my body's natural urge to reject felt so,submissive.

"Fuck," Davin groaned.

Opening my eyes, I saw his blurry face looking down at me. Plugging my airway with his cock had all my liquid production ...