Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts

thinking I was having a seizure or something, and it’s not nice to scare the elderly.
    The elevator opened on the fifth floor and Zack led me down the hall. I watched his ass thinking I’d follow that anywhere. Fucking Hawt . Watching his ass flex as he walked motivated me more to work up the courage to get touchy-flirty, because I needed to get a good view of that ass without clothes. Then we were at his door and he was motioning me inside.
    I’m going to skip the boring details, like what his apartment looked like, because honestly, who even notices those details when they’re hornier than a bunny on ecstasy and alone with a God-like Zack? So yeah, his home has walls with stuff in frames hanging, but more importantly, where was the bedroom? Fuck , he had a nice muscular ass. Bet he had impeccable control with those hips. Why were we still clothed and standing in the entryway? Why wasn’t he going caveman and shredding my clothes on the way to his room? I was nervous and my thoughts had become jumpy. “Did you want something to drink?” he asked as he walked further into his condo.
    “No drink. Didn’t you mention something about a seduction plan and stripping?” Right to the point, but I’d been hard for hours and maintaining an erection that long messes with a man’s blood circulation to other areas, like the filter for his mouth.
    Zack turned around and gave me a small smile. “About that, I lied earlier. I have no plan and thought I could make up something as we went. I wanted you and couldn’t wait anymore. Watching you play earlier, it was captivating. I love how into the game you get; you play with your whole body, and watching you is always so intense. I’ve been dying to see if that intensity would transfer over to more intimate activities.” He gave a sly grin. “And you’re the best storyteller, the way you keep the story going even as you roll the dice, or how quick you are to react to the other players. I can’t help but wonder what you’d say during sex… do you talk dirty?”
    Oh, fuck me with a basketball, he’d been thinking of me and sex? Thinking leads to expectations, which can lead to disappointments, which added so much pressure to perform well. I mean, I wanted to fuck him like an all-star anyway so he’d want repeat performances. Dirty talk, though? Not sure I could pull that off. There was a fine line between ‘dirty hot’ and ‘dirty gross.’ I’d probably be ‘dirty gross,’ or worse, ‘dirty boring.’
    “We don’t have to have to sex on the first date, but you did seem open to the idea at the diner. We could just watch a movie or something. Up to you.” Oh shit in a bucket, now he thinks my hesitation is because I’m not interested.
    I needed to think quickly to show I was very interested but not seem too desperate. “I would have let you fuck me in the backseat, before dinner even.” Mission: Don’t Seem Slutty. Fail. Try again. “It doesn’t really count as a date if you blackmailed the person into going on said date.” Oh dear lord, I needed to just shut the fuck up and stop talking. You’ve wanted to go on a date with him for months; don’t play coy now. Who cares how he asked you out, just get to the sex. “I’m not one of those queens that have a stupid sex rule, like three dates first. Even if I did, I’d break it for you,” I said in what I hoped was a teasingly seductive manner. That was kind of smooth… a little slutty, a little sweet. Let’s be honest: I’m no saint and currently hornier than fuck. “If it feels right, why not just do it?”
    “In the backseat? Damn, if I’d known you were that easy, well… I still would have wanted to eat first,” he whispered in my ear. When’d he get so close? I could feel his warm breath against my cheek. I could easily turn my head and kiss him. And I wanted to kiss him badly, so I did. A gentle brush of lips, at first, quickly turned into a hard mashing of lips that couldn’t get close enough and a tangling of tongues as they sensually caressed against each other. The way Zack kissed me was mind-blowing, or maybe I blacked out for a moment. One minute I was standing there moaning into Zack’s kiss, and the next I was laying on the hardwood floor, Zack still ravaging my mouth, his body pressing on top of mine. I had my legs wrapped around his waist, our cocks rubbing against each other. We were still clothed, unfortunately.
    I was dazed and my only thought was getting Zack