Chapter 9

As Toby snuggled up close beside me, his soft cock pressing against my thigh, I was overcome by a strong sense of comfort and well-being. I felt safe in his arms. His breath was warm on my neck.

‘How was it, Ash?’

I guessed that he didn’t want marks out of ten. ‘It was lovely, Toby, really lovely. Thank you.’

He squeezed me gently. ‘No need to thank me, Ash. It was a team effort. I really enjoyed it as well. We are good together. Would you want to meet up again?’

My heart fluttered at the thought of this becoming a relationship, with regular hook-ups. I wanted it more than anything.

‘Yes, of course, Toby.’ He kissed my shoulder.

‘That’s what I wanted to hear.’ His hand, which had been idly rubbing my nipples, slowly crawled down my belly, to my limp cock. He took it in his hand and began to gently stroke it. Gently kissing and licking my neck, which sent shivers of excitement through my body, he started to wank me. Slowly, pulling on my cock, and kissing my neck, I felt a wave of arousal. I didn’t think it was possible so quickly after a climax. And yet, here I was, lying naked beside a gorgeous man, with the beginnings of another erection forming in his hand. I turned my head towards him and he kissed me softly.

‘You’re making me hard again, Toby.’

He carried on kissing my neck. ‘Good. You can’t have too many stiff cocks.’

I giggled like a schoolgirl. My dick just got harder and stiffer. He slid his head down to my crotch and took my cock into his soft wet mouth. I groaned, as he began to suck me again. It felt like heaven. I wasn’t sure if I could cum again.

Toby was about to show me that I could. The swell of arousal became stronger and stronger. His hands wandered over my thighs and my balls. His fingers delved between my legs and toyed with my arsehole. There was still some residual gel present, and his finger slipped easily inside me. My desire for sex, my need for a fuck, grew more powerful. All I could think of now was penetrating him, sliding into him, fucking him.

I didn’t have to wait long. He patted my belly.

‘Let’s go into my bedroom.’ He didn’t wait for a reply; he just got up and strode into the other room. I was left, lying on the rug. I soon got up though, and followed him in. His bedroom was more feminine than I was expecting. Soft pastel shades, pinks, oranges, and yellows. You’d think that it was a clashing mess, but somehow, he had pulled it off; it all seemed to work. Paintings, or rather, prints of nude men adorned the walls. Nothing pornographic, all tastefully posed, but clearly of a sexual nature. There was no sign of anything of bondage in nature. I was relieved at that. I have never been a fan of being tied up, not that I had ever tried it. Though, I was open to persuasion.

He went to a wardrobe, opened the door, and took out a clothes-filled coat hanger.