Yearning for more, Olly pushed himself off the bed. He yanked Rich’s shoes off, then hooked his fingers under the waistbands of the jeans and underwear both and began to pull.
Rich lifted his hips, and a second later, he lay on Olly’s bed completely and gloriously naked.
“Oh my God, you’re beautiful,” Olly blurted out, and he really meant it.
Rich had no six-pack or the sculpted body of a movie star, but he was deliciously real, with swoops of muscles, bumps and dips, ribs and flat belly. Rich’s pubes were the color of fresh pennies, and his pale cock rose proudly from its nest.
Olly wanted to do dirty things to this pristine body. He wanted to touch, lick and bite every inch of Rich, and was dying to see his come smeared into the red hairs. He had to remind himself to go slow and not to spook Rich. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said and rushed to the bathroom. He shed his clothes and cleaned up inside and out, mostly inside, as much as possible. He was afraid if he took too long, Rich might bolt. So he did the best he could.
Back in the bedroom, he found Rich reposed in the middle of the bed, eyes closed, legs spread, one hand under his head, the other slowly stroking his cock.
Olly stopped at the door, taking the picture in. “Mmm… How did you know this was my favorite fantasy?”
Rich opened his eyes. “Finding a naked pervert in your bed?”
Olly was relieved to hear Rich joke. “A naked and hard pervert.” He climbed on top of the covers.
Rich shifted to make room. He let go of his cock, turned to his side and brushed his fingers over Olly’s tattoo. “Your monster is upside down.”
“He’s diving.”
Rich didn’t seem to be able to tear his gaze from the tattoo and its surroundings. “You promised me dirty details,” he said, pressing his fingers harder.
Inwardly, Olly grinned like mad—Rich had a kinky streak, possibly unexplored. It boded well. “I’ll do better. I’ll show you.” He rolled over and took the bottle of lube from the nightstand, and grabbed a couple of condoms from the drawer as well. Lying down on his back, he dropped his loot onto the bed.
He squirted lube on his fingers and pushed himself up on one elbow. “As I’ve told you before, the store was empty, the door locked, and Wade and I were in the back room, with me in the chair and him sitting next to me on a stool. After Wade finished with the needles, he used some tattoo-ointment thing he had and rubbed it on my skin.” Olly illustrated his words by slowly smearing the lube over the blue tentacles. However, he kept his attention on Rich and saw with satisfaction Rich’s gaze tracking his fingers, pupils growing big. “I, of course, was naked from the waist down,” Olly went on, keeping his voice low, just above a murmur. “Then he slid his fingers to my balls.” Olly did the same. “Wade had big hands with big, hairy knuckles, but he knew how to be firm and gentle at the same time.”
“Did he touch your cock?” Rich asked.
“Not with that hand—the lotion tastes like crap, and he planned to suck me off later. He used the other one. I could use a hand,” Olly added. With his one elbow supporting him, he didn’t have full use of both of his.
Rich put his hand on Olly’s cock, curling his fingers around the shaft. “Like this?” His touch was steady.
Olly itched for more. “Mmm…yeah, perfect. Now stroke it slowly, like you were doing yourself when I came in.” Rich complied, and Olly continued the story, though he was having an increasingly hard time concentrating. “He told me to slide down in the chair, all the way to the edge, and spread my legs.” Olly didn’t slide, but he moved his thighs farther apart. He also pumped more lube onto his fingers. “When I did, he stuck a finger up my ass. Then more.” Olly illustrated with his own fingers, though he couldn’t reach as far up as Wade had. “Did I mention he had thick fingers?”
The irises of Rich’s eyes were barely more than a thin ring of blue. “How did it feel?”
“Divine.” Olly involuntarily canted his hips, and a small groan escaped from deep in his throat.
“I imagined it differently,” Rich said, surprising Olly.
Olly blinked a few times while trying to clear his head. “You had fantasies about me? Did you jack off while having them?”
“Once or twice.”
Olly was intrigued and even more turned on than before. “Tell me your fantasy.”
Rich closed his eyes, and his hand stilled on Olly’s shaft. “I imagined this guy telling you to get up, turn around and brace against the chair.”
Oh yeah, Olly saw where Rich was going. “My ass is in the air, ready for your cock. Is that your fantasy? Do you want to fuck me?”