Six Night Stand (The Lexingtons Book 3)

by Kevin Sean

  My guest smiles, so I guess he didn’t find my apology too cheesy. His grin is so fucking adorable that it’s worth all the small talk and groveling in the world. I’ve never had to apologize for something like this to a hookup before, but I feel that I owe it to this young man.

  “That’s very kind of you,” he responds. “But I should apologize to you. I’m not proud of my behavior in that bakery either. I shouldn’t have been so clumsy like that, I just… wasn’t even thinking. That was unfair of me, and I’m sorry.”

  I didn’t realize how nervous I was until sweet relief washes over me. We’re good. Hopefully, we can cut to the chase. With my new friend’s fuckable ass on my mind, I take his hand and lead him towards the master staircase.

  When I first touch him, he bristles, but eases and relaxes once I smile his way and give his hand an encouraging light squeeze.

  “Follow me?” He nods and follows my lead while I continue talking. “I, for one, am trying to not let work affect me and take over my life as much as it currently does. Lately all I’ve done is stress and lose sleep over business endeavors. I need… something a little hotter to help me take my mind off of things.”

  Instead of smiling at this suggestive last sentence like I’d hoped he would, the man holding my hand’s face remains unchanged, and he stays silent. I hope his wordlessness doesn’t mean he’s having second thoughts about spending the night with me. Not because it will offend me if he changed his mind, but because I don’t want to coerce him or make him uncomfortable.

  I stop in front of my bedroom door and face my companion.

  “We’ll only do whatever you want to do, okay? You can tell me if you ever want to leave,” I say, and I mean every word. I mean it—I won’t feel turned on at all if I don’t have an enthusiastic, consenting sex partner.

  His face twists into an expression of shock. “No, no!” He stammers and blushes, covering his mouth with his hands. “I am into you. Very much so. I just… it’s been a while. Since I… you know.” He shrugs and looks at the ground. “I hope that’s not a problem.”

  My heart melts a little. He’s so sweet and innocent. I pull his grip towards me and kiss his closed hand. “It’s no problem at all.” I pause. “I guess it means we need to make up for all the fun you’ve been missing out on.”

  My guest gasps. He squeezes my hand. I can tell that he’s turned on.

  “I’d like that,” he murmurs.

  “Well, what have you imagined doing first when you got back on the saddle?” I rub my index finger on the inside of his palm.

  He shrugs and looks so bashful and beautiful.

  “Maybe you’d want me to touch your body?” I whisper. He nods, so I let go of his hand and slide my hand under his shirt. “And maybe you’d want me to take this shirt off?”

  Again, my guest nods, this time with even more enthusiasm. A wicked grin unfurls across his face. I think he’s a fan of the game I’ve devised.

  I continue teasing him. “And maybe… you’d want me to kiss you?”

  “Yes,” he whispers. I don’t waste a second—once he says yes, I plant my lips on his, savoring the sweet taste of this young man I’ve dreamt of all day long.

  When we pull apart to come up for air, my guest smiles and leans back in to whisper into my ear. “My turn. Maybe I want you to… fuck me.”

  As he says the last word he grabs my hand and slides it down his pants, wrapping my fingers around his rock hard cock.

  This just got even more exciting.

  I wrap my hand even more tightly around his cock and stroke his shaft, taking immense pleasure in the moan he lets out.

  “Holy fuck,” he stammers, his whole body shaking. He presses his hand against my chest, pushing harder against me the more vigorously I tug on him.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I ask.

  “I love it. So much.” His words are so sincere, so laced with pleasure, that they turn me on all the more.

  Usually when I meet up with random guys from Grindr, we don’t speak. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I was face to face with a hookup and we held a conversation longer than five sentences.

  I’ve always considered that a blessing. Think of the hours of small talk and pointless pleasantries I’d avoided. So many names I’d never use again. Why learn fun factoids about some guy whose face I wouldn’t recognize if I ran into him on the street next week?

  It was enough to be wrapping myself around countless men. For one night only. So many solitary souls filtering in and out of one my life and me into theirs, all of us running one after the other on an endless wheel of sex and work and sex and work and sleeping alone.

  But that’s not the case with the man whose cock I have in my hands. We’ve already spoken over five sentences. We’ve even had a fight—more than anyone else I’ve ever kissed can say.

  I can’t help but feel that he rarely goes for one night stands. Something about his hesitation at the door, the way he seemed to not just savor but feel surprised by my touch.

  Before I can hypothesize further on his sex life, I’m pulled out of my thoughts by this beautiful boy with curly brown hair taking back a little control and pulling me towards him. His hands wrap around my waist, running gingerly down my back. He’s assessing tonight’s new lover.

  I let him explore, reveling in the sensation of his fingertips brushing against my muscles. His touch sends electric shocks that make my cock swell up to a level of hard I’ve never felt.

  I’m exploring his body too: tracing the ridges of his back, feeling the flexing of his muscular arms, and cupping his rounded ass in my hands. I squeeze

  “Oh my god,” he pants immediately, his full body responding with a thrust. He digs his fingers tighter into my skin, like an animal going in for the kill. This sweet little bunny rabbit of a boy has claws after all…

  I want him. I need him. To be inside him. My desires are as carnal and primal as his movements. I can’t remember a time a man drove me so wild as this… and all without even touching my cock.

  As if he can read my mind, Ben slides his hand under my boxers and wraps his fingers tightly around my shaft, He tugs as he kisses my neck. And then my chest. My nipple, my abs, my belly button, my…

  Before I even realize it, he’s on his knees and my trousers are around my ankles. Oh my fucking god.

  This time his kiss goes on my balls. First, he kisses my ball delicately and softly, before a second, sloppy, slobbery kiss which is followed by him swallowing my balls as he strokes me.

  This turns into his tongue running up my shaft, urging droplets of pre-cum to drip from the head of my cock. When he arrives at my head, he nurses it like he’s reach an oasis in the desert, slurping up my pre-cum and elevating the blowjob to a whole new level of amazing.

  “You’re delicious,” he whispers, before wrapping those luscious lips back around my cock and taking me balls deep in his throat.

  Jesus fuck. He gags on me and I thrust back, about to ask if he’s okay. He wraps his hands around me, squeezing my ass cheeks and pulling me back inside him, moaning with pleasure as he swallows me deep. He’s answered my question before I could even take the time to ask it.

  The sensation his lips cause as he slathers them up and down my shaft is electric. My cock is tingling, swelling ever larger in his mouth. I lace my fingers through his wavy brown hair, pushing him deeper down on to me. I can feel his moans of pleasure reverberating on my cock and I know it means he wants more of me.

  I’m so fucking worked up that I could cum, but I resist. I refuse to let tonight end before I get to fuck this beautiful young man.

  My hand, still laced through his curls, now pulls the boy from the bakery up from my cock to my lips, bringing him back in for more hot and heavy kisses. For a glorious moment our tongues wage war on each other, each slobbery soldier putting up a valiant fight.

  Fuck, I love the taste of his tongue. Of his lips. I break off from his lips, now planting a kiss and delicate nibble on his
neck, which elicits a moan. I love the taste of him. While I shower his muscular shoulders and chest with kisses, I reach around and fill my hands with his perfectly round ass.

  Jesus. I’ve never felt an ass like that. Perfectly rounded, soft enough to squeeze, firm enough to handle a good rough spanking like a pro. I run my fingers over it, caressing his flawless bottom and working my way to his hole.

  It’s a little hairy, which I fucking love. Jesus, he’s fucking perfect. I run my finger over the peach fuzz and soft, short curls of hair on his ass. I love the feeling of my hands being squeezed between the rounded cheeks, when he moans from anticipation and lust, his muscles contracting and spasming with pleasure while I work my way slowly towards his hole.

  He whimpers. “Please. Please.” His desperate pleas to be pleasured by me arouse me like nothing else I’ve ever heard. Finally, I tease his hole, rubbing my finger over it softly first, then with passion, working his tight entrance and exploring the territory I’m about to mark as my own—just for tonight.

  Jesus fuck. I can’t resist any longer.

  “I need you.” I say, and realize that I, too, am panting and sweaty. “I need to be inside you.”

  “And I need you inside me.”

  Say no more. I pull out lube and condoms in record time. I tear open a wrapper with my teeth as I play with his hole, feeling utterly animalistic. Like a predator… with my prey in sight.

  I slide the rubber over my eager cock and pull my guest in, one arm wrapped around his back and shoulders, the other cupping his luscious ass. I squeeze him tightly. I want to remember this moment. I want to remember him, all of him, even when our singular night of sinning together is far behind me. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to remember someone like this.

  Determined not to waste another moment of our short time together, I pick up my sexy friend from the bakery and flip him over so he’s on top of my bed on all fours with his bubble butt up in the air.

  Unable to resist, I lean down and sink my lips into his hairy hole, taking a moment to enjoy his musky flavor. I tease his tight entrance with my tongue, which makes him moan with pleasure. The louder he moans, the deeper I dig my tongue into his warmth, bringing us ever closer together.

  My cock is so desperate to get inside of him I can’t resist any further. I pull my lips from him and massage the wet hole with my fingers, spreading and teasing it.

  “Inside me,” he grunts. “Please.”

  “If you insist,” I whisper, before beginning to slowly slide my eager cock into his tight, willing hole. I go easy at first, starting with the tip—my friend from the bakery is so mother-fucking tight, it’s incredible.

  I could cum right now from the sheer magnificence of this sensation, but I know he doesn’t have much experience and I want this to be equally enjoyable for the two of us.

  I pull back out, spit on my palm and use my fingers to tease his hole so it opens even wider. Then I slide my cock into him again. Ecstasy courses through me as he closes in around me, trapping me in the blissful tightness of his body.

  “Go deeper,” he moans, his words barely a whisper he’s so breathless. “Go harder.”

  “Are you sure?” I ask, tracing the ridges of his back with my fingers as I push in and out of him, feeling him tighten around my cock.

  “Yes… I’ve never been… so sure of something in my life…” he groans before biting down on a pillow and pushing himself back against me, forcing my cock even deeper inside of him. I return his eager energy by quickening my pace. Before I know it I’m pounding the fuck out of him.

  My balls slap loudly against his pert ass as I fly in and out of his perfect hole. I’m fucking this beautiful man so slowly and savoring every stroke, every plunge deep within his tight entrance, in a way I never have before.

  Things are getting truly hot and heavy when suddenly, inexplicably, a strange desire strikes me—I want to look him in the eyes. This thought compels me to slow down and adjust our position. I flip my guest over so he’s now laying on his back.

  At first it’s just a second. For just a second, we look into one another’s eyes.

  But then three, four, five, seconds pass and those gorgeous green eyes of his are still staring back at me, they’re still taking my breath away, making my mind spin in reverse as I thrust in and out of his tight hole.

  It’s impossible to look away from those eyes when I can see the pleasure I’m causing painted so clearly on them—it flickers brighter with every push inside his tight end. The deeper inside him I go, the rougher I am, the more alluring and emotive this beautiful man’s eyes are.

  I slow down. For a moment, I don’t want to go rough. I let each movement in and out linger before I slam my rock hard cock back deep inside him. I draw our fucking out the same way we’ve drawn out this intense eye contact, this moment between us.

  I’ve never had sex like this.

  I’ve fucked in the missionary position before, but usually I’m a sucker for doggy style, reverse cowboy or simply getting my dick sucked. These positions are fine, but none of them give me much opportunity for eye contact with the people I’m fucking…. And before this moment, I’ve never felt that I was missing out by not looking into my sex partner’s eyes.

  But this—this unbroken eye contact, this unspoken bond? This is better than any tight ass or great blowjob of the past. I love the sensation, the full body electricity of it all, that I almost spit out the three words I promised I’d never say again to a man: I love you.

  I love this. I can’t put a price on how right it feels to be inside the tight, toned body of this gorgeous man and having his legs wrapped around me while I lose myself in ecstasy. But do I love him?

  Before I can over-analyze my thoughts any further, I feel the explosion of orgasm beginning to beg for release. It builds up within me rapidly and forcefully, like a bullet bursting forth from a rifle.

  “Im going to cum,” I pant, continuing to pound his tight hole senseless.

  “Cum all over me,” he gasps. “Please.”

  I’m happy to oblige so I slam my cock deep into him once more and then pull out and tear off the condom. I hold my cock in one hand and his in another and stroke us both. I’m so close that it takes all my strength to keep going and maintain my grip.

  “I’m cumming, too,” my guest moans.

  Seeing the look of pure ecstasy—eyes shut, mouth open wide—which crosses his gorgeous face makes it impossible for me to hold back any longer. I close my eyes and let out a guttural moan of pleasure as hot streams of white cum fly out of me and rain down on my new friend.

  It’s a beautiful sight: a handsome young man, covered in my cum and blissed out after taking my cock in his tight hole. He cums too, then lays back with joyful relief.

  He’s panting. “Are you okay?” I ask, cupping his face in my hand and caressing him gently. I pray I did nothing to hurt this beautiful creature.

  He takes a second, then opens his eyes and smiles. “I’ve never been better,” he says.

  I can tell from the way his eyelids keep drooping shut that my guest is sleepy. I’ve worn him out. Leaning down, I whisper in his ear. “Listen, it’s late and we’re both tired… why don’t you stay the night here? I don’t mind.”

  I’ve never invited a one night stand to stay till morning—I usually send them home after sex. But I can’t bring myself to make him get out of my bed…

  Pierre is still waiting, so I’ll tell him to go home already: he can bring the car back to the city tonight and then come back tomorrow.

  I send him a text message saying as much and then walk through my schedule for tomorrow in my head. There will be more meetings and investor pitches—and I can’t forget, I have to discuss Photogram with Sue.

  My eyelids refuse to stay open while I think about the future. I should get up and let my guest sleep in this room in private. But I’m so comfortable cuddling him, and now I’m getting sleepy too… As I drift off in to slumber, I can’t help but wonder why to
night things feel different from on other occasions I’ve had a guy over for sex.

  I’m certain that I have never been in love, let alone with some random one night stand from Grindr. This is a fact. Plain and simple. And no matter how his green eyes may sparkle, no matter how tight and toned his body might be, no matter how un-fucking-believable his lips might feel wrapped around my cock—I’m not anywhere close to being in love with this guy. I don’t even know his name.

  Still, that same unidentifiable and intense sensation which I felt when we made prolonged eye contact lingers in the air. It’s as if I’m trapped underneath my favorite childhood blanket, suffocating at the hand of beloved familiarity. It may not be for my own good… but I love the feeling so, so much.

  As I fall asleep with my arms around a handsome stranger I wish, foolishly, that this feeling could last forever.

  7

  BEN

  When I wake I’m still wrapped up in Logan’s arms.

  I inhale, savoring the sensation of his pulse beating, of his breath rising and falling, of his eyelashes fluttering on my skin. And the feeling of his erect cock pressing against my ass. He’s still asleep—snoring whilst horny.

  I take a second to process my current situation. I love feeling the lips pressed to my neck, the washboard abs rubbing against my back, and the muscular leg hooked around my waist. I can’t complain about this turn of events.

  Last night feels like a dream. A dream come true… but also a dream I’ve already awakened and walked away from. It’s so dark outside I wonder if perhaps it’s still nighttime. Maybe I imagined the spectacular sex, and all of this was just a dream.

  But then my asshole quivers at the very visual memory of having Logan inside of me, filling me in a way that made me feel so complete and satisfied.

  Just like that, I know it was all real. Very, very real. There’s no way I dreamed such an otherworldly pounding—my body is still reeling from it. And I want more.

  I was an idiot for going so long without sex. I feel like a teenager again, discovering the incomparable pleasure of another man’s hands on me for the first time. I feel rejuvenated. I don’t know if Logan fucking me has kick-started my creativity, but I feel lighter. More at ease. He scratched an itch which I needed taken care of. Badly.