Coda 03 -The Letter Z

that he has no pubic hair. He’s shaved totally clean. Never been with anyone who shaved before, and it’s crazy sexy. He even smells different from other guys. Not musky. Something sweeter and cleaner. Holy fuck, it’s hot. I spend a long time just runnin’ my hands and my tongue all over that smooth skin. I especially like the way it feels to suck his smooth sac into my mouth. He’s breathin’ hard, moanin’ softly, his fingers in my hair. I push his hands away. “Don’t touch my head while I’m doin’ it.”
    “Sure thing, sugar,” and his hands go to my shoulders.
    I circle his head once with my tongue first before sliding down his length, sucking him in all the way. His breath catches. He puts his arms out to the sides and grabs hold of the sheets and his back arches toward me. I think for a second he’s gonna come already. But then he gasps out, “Oh my God, you’re good.” He doesn’t talk any more after that, but I’m glad there’s music playin’ in the other room, ’cause he’s not exactly bein’ quiet either.
    Not even gonna try to guess how many blowjobs I’ve given over the years, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never given one like this. I’m all over him. My hands are grippin’ his ass, helpin’ him thrust deeper into my mouth. My fingers are slidin’ up and down his crack. I’m so turned on, I’m not sure he’s even gonna need to touch me. I could easily climax just by grindin’ against the bed while I suck him off. Probably would, too, if I didn’t still have my pants on.
    I finally feel his muscles start to clench, and he moans out, “Fair warning, sugar.” I actually laugh a little at that, which isn’t easy with a guy’s cock halfway down your throat. He cries out when he comes, and I let him stay deep in my throat until he’s done.
    Afterward, I move up so I can look down into his face. His eyes are half-closed, and he grins lazily up at me. “Can I kiss you now?” he asks. “No.”
    He shrugs a little. He trails his fingers down my chest, into my pants, and he wraps his hand around my cock. “You want the same thing?” he asks quietly, and his grip on me tightens. “Or would you rather fuck me?” Just the thought of getting’ him on his knees in front of me makes my breath catch in my throat, and my erection jumps a little in his hand. He smiles at me. “I was hoping that would be your answer.”
    I stand up so he can get his pants off the rest of the way. I don’t take my pants off. Just push them down enough to be out of the way. I put on one of the condoms and spread some lube on myself. He gets on his hands and knees and looks back at me over his shoulder.
    I gotta admit, pretty much all rational thought leaves my brain at that moment. I’m just lookin’ at his ass, right in front of me, like an offering. I’m afraid to touch him. I know I’m gonna lose control.
    “What are you waiting for?”
    My mouth is dry, and I try to lick my lips. “Not sure I can be gentle,” I say, and it doesn’t even sound like my voice. Can’t believe I want him this much.
    “No need to be, sugar,” he says, and there’s laughter in his voice. He winks at me. “I’m not as fragile as I look.” He wiggles his ass at me teasingly. I grab his hips, push against him. That first moment when I push past his rim almost undoes me. He leans back into me, pushing down all the way. I stop there, buried to the hilt in him, just reveling in that amazing tightness around my cock.
    “Do it!” he hisses at me, and the last bit of my control goes up in smoke. Before I know it, I’m drivin’ into him fast and hard, and he’s givin’ back as good as I’m givin’. He’s panting hard. Our skin is slappin’ together, and the bed is creakin’, and I don’t care if the whole fuckin’ world knows what’s goin’ on right now. I know he’s gonna be sore tomorrow, and he’s probably gonna have bruises on his hips where I’m holdin’ onto him, but I can’t do anything to stop. Somethin’ ’bout him just makes me wild. I think ’bout how it felt to go down on him. All that smooth hairless skin, and the way he smelled, and that’s it. I lose it then, hold him down tight against me while I come.
    When I’m done, he pulls away. He flops down on his back and smiles up at me. I lay down next to him, not touchin’, and we both just work on breathin’ regular again.
    After a minute, he say, “I still don’t know your name.” ’Course one of my rules is to