Bad Boy Billionaires #3 - The Vegas Shark(15)

As they kissed, Chad explored as much of Treston's body as he could without changing positions. Though Chad kissed gently, he moved his hands with the kind of firmness that made Treston feel as if he'd turned into a soft lump of dough that could be molded into any shape Chad wanted. His arms remained around Chad's shoulders and the most he did was caress the back of Chad's soft, sandy blond head.

After they made out on the bed, Chad got up, lowered the lights, and removed his boxer briefs. They gazed at each other from opposite ends of the bedroom, and Treston got up on his knees in the middle of the bed and slowly removed his clothes while Chad stood there and watched him. When Treston removed his shirt, he noticed the way Chad's eyes went down and how his lips pursed a little. Then Treston took off his shoes and socks and stood up on the bed. When Treston opened his pants and slid them down his smooth legs, he watched Chad bite his bottom lip and clench his fists against his narrow hips just below those adorable lower stomach muscles.

When Treston was naked, he went down on the mattress and climbed under a silky black cover that made his body shiver for a second. He pulled the black cover up to his neck and watched Chad slowly walk toward the bed. Without shoes or socks, Chad seemed to walk on the balls of his feet in an elegant, athletic way. Where most people have a slightly asymmetrical look when they are naked, Chad Pratt's naked body looked perfectly symmetrical. Even at forty-seven years old, there was nothing imperfect about him. Treston had read more than once that part of Chad's success had been a result of the camera loving him. There were directors who'd begged to work with him just because of the magic that happened the moment a camera caught a glimpse of him.




 

 

Chad slowly climbed into bed and pulled the black cover down enough to expose most of Treston's body. He glanced at him and said, "I'll bet you're very successful as a stripper."

Treston moved his hand forward and grabbed Chad's erection. He pulled gently and said, "I have a feeling you'd be even more successful if you decided to strip."

"I'm too old," Chad said. He moved forward on his knees and spread his legs a little. "They only want young stuff like you. That's the only reason I'm with you right now, you know. I wouldn't want to be with a guy my age. I don't like that old skin."

Treston pulled harder. He wanted Chad in bed, under the cover and on top of him. He smiled and said, "Shut up, get under the cover with me, and wrap that old skin around me. I haven't had this much fun in a long time and I'm not going to waste a minute of it."

Chad smiled and settled himself in the middle of the bed so he would be up against Treston. Before Treston could even pull the cover up, Chad started kissing him again and they wound up making out in each other's arms even longer than the first time. Nothing was rushed about it; they moved slowly and continued to joke around with each other the same way they'd been joking all night. They shared a natural connection and seemed to be able to say anything to each other without it sounding offensive. Chad told Treston he had the kind of soft body dirty old men liked to take advantage of. He even laughed and said that if Treston gained a little weight and his ass got fat, men would still want to fuck him senseless. Treston knew he was joking and he laughed with him. If anyone other than Chad had made a comment like this, he would have been offended. Treston got in a few shots of his own as well. At one point, while his legs were spread and Chad was exploring a soft spot between his legs, he gently bit Chad's shoulder, inhaled his clean masculine scent, and said, "That old skin really tastes good. I can't wait to taste that old dick. I hear there's nothing like a dick that's almost a half-century old."

Chad laughed and took no offense. He seemed to know Treston was only joking around, too. He grabbed the back of Treston's head. "If you like old dick, I've got just the thing for you." Then he pushed Treston's head under the covers and shoved Treston's face between his legs.

The second Treston's lips met the head of Chad's dick, Treston opened his mouth and sucked him in so fast Chad's legs shuddered. Although Treston had sucked bigger, thicker dicks, and he'd blown men of all ages in his line of work, what Chad had between his legs tasted so good and fit so well in Treston's mouth he could have remained with his head under the covers for the rest of the night. He licked slowly and took his time examining every inch. With each breath he took he inhaled Chad's scent and waited to exhale. The man even smelled perfect: a spicy cross between musky aftershave and damp linen. It was a nice change of pace after the bitter smell he'd never complained about between Harlan's legs. When he sucked Chad's balls, he stroked him gently at the same time. He became so intoxicated with everything that was so wonderful about this man, he stopped paying attention to Chad's reactions and almost got him off with his mouth under the covers. He wouldn't have minded. He wanted to taste him and he wanted to please him. 

But a few minutes after he tasted the first drops of pre-come, Chad pulled the cover off and grabbed the sides of his head. Chad's dick was still in Treston's mouth, and he glanced up without moving his head. Chad made a face and said, "You gotta stop, man. I'm close and I wanna fuck."

Treston tried to smile, but it wasn't easy with a mouth full of dick. He shook his head no and pressed his tongue harder against the bottom of Chad's shaft.

Chad's legs opened wider and he tried to sit up. He was still holding Treston's face when he said, "Seriously, man. I can't hold back. You have to stop right now." He started to laugh. "Let go or I'm going to come and it's going to be your fault."

Normally, Treston would have stopped. He wanted Chad to fuck him and he usually responded well to the orders men gave him in bed. But he found all this so amusing, and the look on Chad's face was so adorable, he pushed Chad's hands away from his head and started sucking his dick even harder.

Though Treston had been through a lot in the past, and with more men than he could count, he'd never had man come and laugh at the same time. He'd been with men who'd cried after they came; he'd been with men who'd screamed, cursed, and grunted. One guy he'd known had whistled when he climaxed, and a German tourist once yodeled. But Treston had never with a man who'd laughed out loud the moment he blew his load. And even though Chad tried to control himself to the point where his face turned red and he looked as if he was in serious pain, he eventually realized Treston had no intention of letting go and he stopped fighting him.

The instant the head of Chad's dick expanded in Treston's mouth, Treston glanced up to see what was happening. As he continued to suck without breaking the momentum, Chad's legs shuddered again, his upper body jerked forward, and his arms went up above his head. He was shaking his head and saying no but he wasn't fighting Treston anymore. When he came, his face turned red and he laughed so hard Treston had to keep himself from laughing right along with him.

A second later, Chad fell backward and took a deep breath. While Treston continued to suck, he grabbed the back of Treston's head and shook it gently. "That wasn't fair. You're an evil little person. You know I'm not as young as I used to be and I wanted to fuck you. I might not be able to get it up again as fast as you'd like. I told you I'm on a twenty-four-hour cycle."

Chad seemed so preoccupied about his age and how long it took to get it up again, Treston felt a tug in his heart. Treston didn't want to put that kind of pressure on the man. He stopped sucking, climbed up on Chad's body, and straddled his waist. He reached out with both hands and held Chad's face. "I wanted you to come that way. I don't give a damn how long it takes for you to get it up again. I really don't mind. I have never seen anyone come and laugh at the same time and I think it's adorable. For a first-rate asshole, you have a damn nice sense of humor."

Chad blinked. "Well, that's another first. I've been called a lot of things by a lot of people, but never adorable, especially not in bed. I'm not sure whether or not to take it as a compliment or an insult. Are you making fun of an older guy?"




 

 

Treston caressed his face and smiled. "It's a compliment. But just so you don't worry, I'll put it a different way. I've never seen an insensitive, thoughtless asshole like you come and laugh at the same time." He leaned forward and kissed his chest. "Is that better?"

"I can live with it," Chad said. "But now I feel guilty because you didn't get off. I was planning to fuck your brains out, bitch."

Treston waved his arm; he knew he was joking again. "Oh, don't worry. I'm fine."

Chad laughed and slapped his ass. "I could pee on you."

Treston's eyebrows arched. "I could kick you in the ass."

"Calm down. I'm only joking. I'm not into pee either. I just thought you might be."

Treston shook his head. "Nope. Not my thing, bud. I don't judge, but I'd rather sit through a Broadway musical than be peed on, thank you."

"What kind of a fag are you?" Chad asked. "You don't like Broadway and you're not into piss."

"I'm the kind of fag who knows who he is," Treston said.

Chad laughed. "I could fuck you with a dildo."

"That could be fun," Treston said. "But I'd rather wait until you get your tired old dick up again."