Dalton frowned. “You have a man you love but don’t screw?”
“Yeah.” Liam snorted as he moved closer, the two inch gap now gone again, along with any chance of keeping Dalton’s mind off the large, powerful body now crowding him. “Not what you're thinking, Dee. I guess it’s similar to your relationship with the ex. No sex, plenty of love, nothing else.”
“Liam.” Dalton shuddered as he felt those big fingers run down his spine, Liam’s body now so close it was pressing up against him again.
“So, you’ve never felt like a sexual person before?”
“No.” Dalton stiffened when he felt Liam’s hand on his thigh, his beer bottle being taken from his hand and placed on the floor.
“Do you jerk off?”
“Why?” Dalton had two big hands on his chest, his back connecting to the sofa and Liam was hovering over him.
“I jerk off, as you know.” Liam smiled. “It’s no big deal. Do you?”
“Yes.”
“You could pull off but not fuck her?”
“I didn’t say I couldn’t. It just didn’t happen.”
“Any idea why?”
“No.” Dalton moaned as his thighs were opened by Liam's knee. Dalton half attempted to stop him by pressing a hand flat against his chest, but just stopping there, feeling the muscles under his palm and just lying in awe of how much Liam turned him inside out.
“Do you watch porn?” Liam’s knee pressed against his cock, leaning further over him, hand braced on the arm of the sofa behind Dalton’s head.
“Yes, sometimes. It’s not gay if that’s what you're aiming at.”
“And when you watch it, what turns you on the most? Give me some ideas here, Dee.” Liam brushed his palm over the swelling in Dalton's jeans, his touch so firm and hard, and his hand so much bigger than Dalton was used to, cupping his cock and balls in one go.
“I just…” He moaned as Liam’s heavy body weight fully laid over him, his cock now flush with Dalton’s, their clothing becoming the only thing separating them. “I like to watch them fuck.”
“Specifics, Dee.”
“I like to watch their cocks slide inside their wet cunts, okay.”
“You like the cunt or the cock?”
Dalton paused, his breath halting and his mind confused again. “I don’t know, both.”
“You're lying. Think about what you watch, think about how hard you get. Do you look at their size, their veins, the curve of their cock, how their balls swing and bounce, how they touch themselves? What about their bodies? Do you watch how hard and muscular they are? How they look when they shoot? Wonder what it would feel like to touch, to taste?”
“Liam!” Dalton shook as Liam kissed him again. He wanted to stop, to think about everything Liam said, but his mind was busy enjoying the moment and everything else went out of the window.
“Let’s test it out.” Liam unbuttoned Dalton’s jeans, sliding his own zipper down at the same time. Dalton shook his head and got hushed instantly. “Don’t panic, Dee. You're just going to watch.”
“I'm not. I don’t really think I can.” Dalton was blushing like a… Okay, like a virgin, which was really what the moment called for.
“Just watch.”
Dalton's cock was free and embarrassingly standing upright, pointing to the ceiling, and even more embarrassing, it was wet, glistening in the low lights of the room.
“You’ve got a beautiful cock. Nice and pink, uncut too. Foreskins are so much fun.” Liam ran his fingertip from Dalton’s balls to his tip, rolling his thumb over the glistening wetness of Dalton’s precum, continuing to tug his own cock free from his shorts. “You're a good size. Perfect. I'm a bit bigger.” He winked at Dalton. “Don’t freak out when you see it. I'm not rushing you into anything.”
Dalton slid his gaze to Liam’s thighs, watching as he pulled his cock free. He sucked in a deep breath when he saw Liam's thick length laid on his palm. “Shit, Liam.” He was big. Looking at it next to his own, he was a lot bigger.
“Now, don’t freak out, and don’t feel like you have something to prove, Dee. We all come in different sizes. Mine is just a plus size boy.”
“That will never fit in any part of me.” Dalton was one hundred percent sure about that.
Liam chuckled. “You'd be surprised, Dee. This would fit in any part of you if I took the time to make you ready for me. I'm not selfish. I take my time. I love foreplay.” Liam opened his thighs wider, his balls heavy and swinging between his legs.
Fuck, even his balls were big, covered in dark hair. He was trimmed so it was short and it showcased his length even more. Dalton watched as he pulled back his foreskin, revealing the darker skin of his head, shiny and shaped like a helmet, round and with a thick ridge to it. Like Dalton, he was leaking, rolling his thumb over his slit before following the tight skin underneath his cock.
“Hmm, you like this, Dalton?”
He didn’t answer, he didn’t have to. Dalton’s cock did all the talking by standing right up against his stomach.
“Baby, you're so hard. Like me. What do you think of my cock?”
Dalton's throat went dry and he flashed his gaze up to Liam's eyes. “It’s pretty.”
“Pretty?”
“Big, long… frightening?”
Liam laughed again. “Try not to be put off. It’s not going anywhere near you. Just watch me.”
Dalton laid still, afraid if he moved, Liam would stop or he would come. Liam’s gaze was on Dalton as he stroked himself from root to tip, pulling his heavy balls with the other, rolling them in his hand. It made Dalton ache to touch himself and he fisted his hands beside him.
“Touch yourself. You must be must hurting. I can see how much you need it.”
Dalton worked up his courage and took hold of his cock, having to grip his base tightly to stop one touch from thrusting him over the edge.
Liam kissed his neck, sucking on the pounding vein there and teasingly rubbing his body up and down the whole length of Dalton. “Look how turned on you are for me. You're so responsive. I like it. I like being able to get you so close so fast.”
“I don’t.”
Liam’s growly chuckle made him get closer for some unknown reason. “Don’t worry, Dee. Come, Baby. I’ll just get you hard again.”
Dalton shook his head, not wanting to look stupid in front of him. He was already feeling slightly emasculated by his cock being smaller than Liam's. Coming quickly wasn’t going to happen if he could help it.
He moved in time with Liam’s hand, never lifting his gaze from Liam’s cock. Dalton took in every tiny detail about him, watching how he leaked and stiffened, how his balls lifted, how his body arched into his own touch. This is what had driven Dalton wild when he saw him in the shower. Liam looked lost and open, leaning his body back, thrusting his hips into his fist. Liam’s other hand left his balls, covering his length, fucking into both clenched fists as he moaned erotically above Dalton.
Christ, the image of this powerful man above him, so hot and turned on, so lost in his passion, it made Dalton shout out his name. Liam’s eyes found Dalton’s as he pounded his cock into those tight fists.
Dalton had never been so affected by anything or anyone. He was stunned by how much he needed to touch Liam. He could reach up, touch his chest, slipping the t-shirt from his body. He looked into Liam’s eyes, seeking approval as his hand hovered by his stomach.
“It’s okay,” Liam panted out.
“I want to see you.”
Liam released his cock, pulling the t-shirt from his body and smiling down at him. “Better?”
Dalton nodded. “Yeah.” He ran his palm up the ridges cut into Liam’s big body.
Every muscle was on show, firm and full, tense and hard, like he was cut from steel. He’d spent so long looking at this Adonis, to touch him, to feel what he’d been thinking about—it made him ache everywhere, not just his cock, but every single cell in him lit up and burned brighter than the sun.
“Fuck!” Both of his hands were on Liam, searching out every line, every bit of flesh, every curve. He needed more hands, he wanted to touch everywhere at once, to devour Liam’s body.
“Dalton!” Liam arched his back, thrusting his hips faster, his whole body growing stiffer.
“You’re so beautiful.” Dalton grabbed Liam’s hips, watching as he rode those fists harder. “Liam. Shit! I want you so fucking much.”
“Dalton!” Liam shot over Dalton’s chest.
Dalton’s cock gave up the fight and joined him at the same time, untouched and totally unexpected. Dalton cried out, watching jets of cum rip over his stomach, both his and Liam’s meeting over his skin, his balls aching and his cock jerking on his stomach, pumping out another shot.
Liam fell forwards, crashing their dirty wet flesh together and panting against his shoulder. “Dee,” he whispered gently against Dalton’s hot flesh, kissing his neck, then sucking lightly. “Baby, you're gonna kill me.”
“Good thing? Bad thing?” Dalton smiled against his shoulder.
“Good things, Dee. Really fucking good.” Liam rolled off him, somehow both of them lying side by side, legs intertwined, heads pressed together. Sticky and hot, both breathing too hard and still wanting more, Dalton closed his eyes, letting Liam run his fingers through the mess of cum on his stomach, working his fingertip around Dalton’s chest, Liam’s palm soon took over with a rougher feel to it—more demanding than tender. “I'm proud of this body.”