The Attraction Of David

Chapter 4

If it wasn't for the armrest of the couch, I knew I could've fallen down the floor with how Stan forced himself on me. I was heaving as I touched him off of my body, releasing my mouth from his and took the moment to realize what had just happened.

The look on his face was nothing I have seen before, not like with the others I have been, I attest. The carnality of his had taken me off guard. "Give me a damn moment to breathe," I heaved my words out, my heartbeat, getting out of control.

"Manners, I forgot," he apologetically murmured. "I'm way beyond excited."

"I am, too. So much more than I have ever been." My glass of Jack was empty, so I took his and gulped what he had left.

Even though I did, the taste of his mouth was instilled in my senses, and the liquid courage was not adequate to cleanse my pallet. I knew I wanted more, but I didn't know exactly how I could take all of him in a rush.

"I can still taste you in my mouth," I wiped my lips. "You're... too much for me to absorb, you look and feel unreal."

"Your lips are so f*****g soft," he mumbled. "I should've been the one paying you with how good it felt against mine when we kissed."

All I could do was quiver in wild anticipation when his hand found mine. With his large hand holding mine, he guided it down my leg, gliding to my swelling erection, begging for release in my pants.

"Your d**k is twitching," he said. Stan directed my hand back and forth across the fabric, producing friction with each movement. "You like this?" he asked, the languor of the motion, crippling my control.

The sensation was too much that my neck involuntarily arched back. I started feeling the pleasure already forming at the base of my spine. I liked every f*****g second of what he was making me do.

"God, yes, I like it," I gritted my teeth, enraptured by the blinding ecstasy I was receiving. "Ahh... s**t, it feels good."

"Then, f*****g open your eyes and suck my tongue. Make me feel good, too."

I did not waste anymore time when he said those words. I moved forward, crashing my lips onto his. I groaned in fulfillment with how good his taste was. No hesitation came from me at that point. He was too f*****g delicious. He tasted like whiskey and mint mixed simultaneously. Wanting to get another taste, my tongue dove inside his mouth, making him lightly push me aside.

"You're a terrible kisser," he muttered, sweeping his lips against mine, thankfully stopping the tormenting pleasure he was afflicting on my hardness. "But so f*****g hot and handsome, just my f*****g type."

I did not even care if I was really as bad as he thought. My fear of not being experienced enough to make him feel the same excitement that I was having, was not my chief concern. All I knew was that I wanted him, and in the heat of the moment, nothing else really mattered.

Stan grabbed my shoulder blades, pinning me down on the couch. He grabbed a hold of my hips, positioning himself on top of mine. His neck and arms were glistening with sweat, and he was breathing harder than before. He looked as excited as I was.

"Get rid of your shirt, I need to see your body," I said, pleading to revel in the sight hidden beneath his shirt. All my self-control had melted at this point.

I was in a haze of s****l intoxication, and nothing meant more than taking all that he could grant. I hungered for anything from him that I could get a taste of, get to see and touch. My senses were ravenous for Stan.

"I don't know what to f*****g say, Stan. You-you're intense," I stuttered.

He straightened up, removing the fabric from his body, uncovering the magnificence beneath. The defined muscles and how hard it looked made the yearning to touch him even stronger. Thoughtlessly, I moved a hand towards his pectorals, feeling the hard plane leading down to the ripples of his defined abs. He had hair on his chest, pruning down to his navel. There wasn't a single part of his naked upper body that looked less good than the other. He was impeccably sexy. That a slight sense of anxiousness welled up in me.

"God, you're perfect," I mumbled. I immediately became conscious. I've recognized how hard he must have worked to attain such figure, that this kind of perfection will not match with what I have underneath my shirt. I work out, but I knew I was no match for him.

"Remove your shirt," he instructed, his voice low like a groan.

Hesitantly, I sighed, swiftly removing my shirt underneath him, baring my upper body. I again glanced up at him. "Not as well-built as yours," I muttered, wishing I wouldn't dismay and turn him off.

"God, you don't know. You don't know how tempting you are, you're so, so f*****g hot," he chortled. "Why would you think of that? Your body looks wonderful, David."

"You think so?" I beamed. "You might just be saying that to appease me."

"Yes, I f*****g thought so, not just now, but even back to the moment you sent me your photos. You're the kind that looked delicate, yet masculine. The kind I want."

He parted my legs with his, and a jolt of sensation boomed in my d**k when his hips grinded against my own. His arms were supporting his weight, allowing me to witness the most erotic sight of his muscles rippling with each downward hump.

"Jesus, ahh." I was a wreck, my back arching up in pleasure as I called on god. Excitement was in every corner of my mind, and my body, surmounted by the thrill of sensual surrender. I reached around for his ass, holstering my hips upwards as I pulled him towards me. I dug my fingers against the back pocket of his jeans. "God, god, please, Stan."

My body was undecided if I should pull myself upwards or push him down onto me. He was trying to evade my hips from touching his, teasing me further as he chuckled each time I would grunt in frustration.

He was pelting me down, every single sluggish motion stoking my senses, forcing me, addressing me towards the inevitable overdrive. I knew I would come any moment if he wouldn't stop.

Stan halted his actions, then turned away and stood up. He was huffing, peering down at me with his face down to his neck, looking flushed. "This is getting in the way," he complained, fingering the button of his jeans. He undid it, and the clothing slid down the floor, leaving him with nothing but the white fabric of his boxer briefs.

I lost count of how much I thought about it, but God, he's f*****g gorgeous. It appeared like I was looking at someone who can drive people into thinking of wrong things when they see him with only his undergarments on.

"Wow," I regarded, more drawn. I peered up at how toned the muscles of his limbs were.

His legs were protracted, with an abundance of hair travelling down to his knees. He was as manly as I predicted, his features and frame dripping in proud masculinity.

"It's so hard it hurts," he bit his bottom lip. He cupped himself, his thick and rigid shaft distinctly jutting against the delicate fabric of his cotton underwear. His engorged flesh throbbing within his undergarment, and his palming, kneading the thickness, was a sight to behold.

My mind subconsciously etched the obscene picture in my head. "I want to touch you, Stan."

My body felt fevered, pulse racing, mind going blank. With my vision dazzled by the sight, I straightened up and unbuttoned my pants, shedding it with both hands down on the floor. I rose up the couch, reeling. It was not with the booze, but because of him. I was drunk in his impassioned gaze as he held his flesh in his hand.

I watched how he slowly jerked his d**k to the left. "I want to touch you," I trailed off, unsure what to actually say after that.

I wanted to touch him, since earlier, since the moment I showed up here. He was all I could think of, and now that I was here, all the skepticism, the balking, were out of the window. I was now eager, hungry for him.

"Go ahead, rub me." He stopped touching himself and slid his fingers into the sides of his waistband. In one fluid motion, he tugged his underwear down his lean hips, allowing the confined thick flesh of his to spring up proudly.

I marveled at the sight, and my d**k felt a sudden rush of envy as Stan's hardness was finally bared. I did not hold back any further. I held him, circling my fingers around, slowly pumping him.

"f**k," a satisfied gasp came out of Stan. "Spit on your other hand

As I spat on my other hand, I recognized how velvety his skin was as my other held on to his pulsating shaft. He was thick and proud, larger than I have felt and touched before. I traced the vein of his shaft with my lubed thumb, delicately stroking, dragging him up and down with both shaking hands.

He gripped my nape with a hand, the other tugged on my hair, then drew me in for a kiss, that a groan emanated in my throat. He was moaning, sweet cries of pleasure coming out of him as he kissed me, his tongue roaming my mouth as my hand milked his flesh that felt like burning in my grasp.

Stan's breathing was pacing faster, intensifying with each caress. He snatched my hands, making me end my movement.

"Stop, or I would come," he said, or pleaded. He was panting, each breath, erratic. He looked at me, his eyes hooded with thirst and irrevocable want.

"Don't you want to?" I asked, unsure. "Was I doing it fast? Should I-"

My words were hooked in my throat before I could even say anything further when he coerced me down onto the couch, spreading my legs with both his hands. He as well moved the table aside, the glass almost falling down to the floor. The look on his face told me that any regard he had was taken over by his need.

"What a tease, you don't know how sexy you are right now, David," he said, kneeling in between my spread-open legs. "Lift your hips up."

With no plans of holding back, I hoisted up, allowing him to pull my underwear down my legs. My d**k sprung up, in full view of the fine man kneeling in front of me. I laid back, my arms on both sides of my body. The look on his face was too much, that I leaned my head back, covering my eyes with the back of my hand.

"If what I'm guessing about is right, it's unnecessary, Stan," I timidly grumbled.

"Why, though? God, just when I thought you will not be better than what I expected, here you are, with your nice, thick d**k," he cooed.

A moan was yanked out of me when I felt his firm hand clenched around my engorged flesh, his other cupping on my balls.

"Oh, Lord," I blurted, losing my mind in the feeling of pleasure as he pumped me up and down, fondling the sac underneath with his other hand.

The satisfaction was unbearable, like a sweet torment, driving me mad, making me arch my body forward. I opened my eyes and looked at him, meeting the unrelenting heat of his gaze.

I moved my hands towards his face, lured into caressing such beautiful skin, touching and realizing that I was crossing the line of needs with what I was doing. I had to stop myself from thinking about doing the same gesture again some other time in the future, or every time I would wake up with him, when he kissed my hand, my skin, feeling the unsteady breath of this f*****g beautiful creation.

The prospect of doing this again, even though we barely had anything done yet, was running wild in my brain.

He moved forward, and with his eyes still meeting mine, he took my flesh, inciting a loud grunt of ecstasy off my mouth as his tongue swirled around my hardness. Not wanting to forget the moment, I watched and relished as he bobbed his head up and down, fisting my hardness as he did.

I lost the sense to care about what I probably looked like as he sucked me, and all I knew was that my toes were curling up in sheer pleasure. Each suck of Stan's mouth sent jolts in my body, and the pleasure I was holding deep down at the base of my hardness was almost coming out at any moment.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, milking my d**k as he did, but this time, in a slow, tortuous way.

I shook my head. He was grinning, savoring the torture he was doing to me. I wanted to come so badly. I have not had such sensation for God knows how long, and this man in front of me knew how precisely he could do that. I wanted him to do it, and that was the only thing that counted.

"Oh, f**k!" my feet hitched up and my toes curled in rapture when he ran his tongue up my erection, down to the base, down to the crack of my ass. He did it over, and over, and over again, that my body trembled in ecstasy. I knew I could not hold it in any longer.

Stan smoothed my leg with a palm, the jerking motion, ceaseless. He took me in his mouth again, and this time, the sensation was too hard to neglect. It was beating me up, exhausting my sanity, getting what's left of my tenuous control.

"Stan, I'm about to come," I cautioned, aware that his mouth was the one gratifying my flesh. "Stop, ughhh... doing it with your mouth."

He released me with a popping sound. "Come in my mouth." He took me in again, sucking harder. He slobbered on my thickness, causing each bobbing motion more fluid, each glide, propelling me closer and f*****g closer to the precipice.

That's all he had to say. I grabbed his head and started thrusting, heaving myself up and meeting the warmth of his throat. It did not take long, after a couple of push and with the help of his mouth that was sucking my d**k like a hoover, fiery liquid came out of me, watching Stan take all that came out of my hardness, his eyes meeting mine. A series of expletives came out of me as spurts came out of my d**k like a torrent, his relentless mouth, taking it down, his hand, rubbing my sac.

I slumped down the couch, panting and breathless. I was in euphoria, the elation from coming, making me unable to move. I've watched as Stan stood up, licking the fingers of the hand he had used upon me. His hardness was still as erect as it was earlier. I'd beck him to come near me, making him kneel again.

"That was unnecessary," I said, wiping the sides of his mouth with the pad of my thumb.

"Did that fluster you? You're my first blowjob, David," he said, proudness, dripping in his voice. The smug look on his face was evident, and hunger was still plastered all over his face.

I looked down at his raging erection, realizing that he did all the work for me. "Was I? Then, I should do something and return the favor," I kissed him, tasting the saltiness of my release in his mouth.

The kiss was more intense, making me feel the need of his that had not been satiated. He broke the kiss, an ardent look on his face. "How about you return the favor in my bedroom?" he asked, and then trailed kisses on my jaw, up to my ear.