Sandalwood Ch. 5

 I did, watching closely as Gary positioned himself above me with incredible balance. He used both hands to pull his plump ass cheeks apart, and lowered himself towards my straining cock.

His sphincter brushed the head, then he clenched so that the tight ring kissed my glans and sent a shock through my pelvis.

"Fuck, Gary."

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asked cheekily.

"You're fucking cruel."

He repeated the action, watching how my abdomen quivered as I tried to stay still for him. "You sure?"

"Gary, come on," I begged.

Maybe that was exactly what he'd wanted to hear, because Gary bit his full bottom lip and sank down on my cock. Yes, we'd done this before, but I was completely unprepared for just how good having even the tip of my dick inside him felt. The heat, the grip, the way Gary kept lifting up just a little only to work more of my inside him; I had to concentrate to keep holding my shaft so he could keep going.

Finally he had enough of me inside of him to put his knees on the mattress, caging my ribcage between his knees. Gary touched me like he had known me forever, running over my chest with the exact right pressure to drive me crazy. He took my hand from my dick and placed it on his stomach underneath his shirt. I felt him flex as he began to ride me, slowly, then working up a tempo to rival the drummer from last night.

Almost like a prayer, I exhaled, "Oh my god, that is so fucking tight."

"You want to move?"

"Fuck yes."

Gary leaned over to let my free arm wrap around his slender hips. "Go ahead," he said with a grin I never would have seen sober before now.

My hips moved like a machine, my heels pressed firmly in the mattress so I could give Gary what he wanted. What we both wanted. The meaty slap of our bodies filled the room obscenely.

"That's it, straight boy," Gary said with a grin. "Fuck me."

I reached for his jaw and Gary bit my fingers.

"You make my cock feel so good," I told him truthfully.

"You make my ass feel so good," he rejoined, but he pulled my head to his for a hot, breathy kiss. Our tongues slid together; our breath clashed. Gary liked it a little rough, I thought I remembered, but affectionate. How could I have ever forgotten these feelings? The way we fit together, the way we fucked should have been branded on my mind after the first time.

Gary broke our kiss with a lusty moan. "Oh my god, you're so big."

I grinned. "You like that big dick in your ass?" I squeezed the flesh in question.

"Yeah, give it to me."

He was close then. I pounded up into him as Gary groaned, screamed my name, gripped my pecs with one hand and pulled his hard, weeping cock with the other. The wonder of seeing him so lost in his lust overlaid the heat of his hole working my hard shaft. I was close, too.

"Can you come?" I asked him.

Gary nodded down at me. "Keep going."

"Yeah?"

"Please keep fucking going."

Hearing him plead for my dick drove me over the edge. I rolled us over and yanked his legs up to hold his thighs as I pummeled his ass with my cock. Gary's face scrunched with pleasure as he neared his climax, one hand pumping his shaft frantically.

"Come on," he said. I couldn't tell if it was a request or a command. "Come on, Nick."

Holy shit that did it for me. My hips went into overdrive, slapping my tightening balls against his juicy ass more erratically as my orgasm began, fucking Gary like I was trying to break him. I heard him yell, but my brain was on fire, exploding into a shower of ecstasy that raced down my spine and thundered out of my cock.

"Fuck," I groaned as I came down.

Gary panted beneath me. He'd come, too—the whitish specks of his cum were already blending into his undershirt.

He blew out a gust of air. "Holy shit," he told me, "you're even better when you're sober."

I pulled out gently, another sense memory of Gary coaching me through this part tickling the back of my mind. "I had a good teacher."

I looked down at the mess I'd made of my coworker. His cheeks were flushed red, sweat beaded on his smooth forehead and slicked errant strands of his red hair. His legs spread wide. My cum trickled out of his incredible ass. We had—did we seriously just fuck raw? For real?

"So," Gary laughed, out of breath, "what do you think, now that you've done it sober?"

I looked down at him. "I think I like it." I liked it a lot. It might have been the best sex I'd ever had, and I was only mad that I couldn't remember enough about all those other times we'd been together. A year of this? If I had known, I never would have let Gary leave the bed.

He smiled, the one from my secret encyclopedia that I knew was special just for me that tilted up one side of his mouth higher than the other. "Good."

"I'll..." I swallowed, feeling the weight of what I was about to say in my throat. "I'll be sober from now on."

"Nick, you don't have to go out with me just because you feel bad," Gary said, moving to sit up.

"I'm not!" I contested, flopping down to throw an arm over his chest. Anything to keep him there as my brain caught up with my body's experiences. "I'm really, really not."

"Good." He smiled, then seemed to get uncomfortable with me looking at him so closely.

"Good," I replied with a grin. "Wait a second, why does Steven actually hate me if he doesn't know we've been sleeping together?"

Gary laughed. "You roasted him for his music taste, which was a bad first impression. And I’ve bailed on him a couple times to be with you, so he thinks you’re a really needy, probably alcoholic coworker who I take care of way too much."

"He might be right," I responded. "I'm hungry now. Food?"

"Food if you're buying," said Gary as he rolled over and grabbed his jeans and underwear off the floor. Even through the odor of sex and sweat, as Gary shook out his clothes the faint scent of sandalwood drifted to my nose.