by Nora Phoenix
“No! God, no. You’re not the problem, Josh, I am. Shit, I’m fucking this up, aren’t I? It’s all on me, I swear. Hell, you’re not fragile at all, not after what you went through and came out of.”
Josh's eyes fixed on him, those endless pools of blue. “Then what the fuck are you saying because I don’t understand.”
Connor sighed. “I’m scared of hurting you. I’m clueless about relationship shit. Plus, we’re talking about exploring this submissive side of you, which I also know jack shit about. Look at my size, my whole body, my strength. And then there’s the size of my dick… I could hurt you for real.”
How could Josh not see this? Connor couldn’t even bear to think about his attempts at fucking someone. It had been so damn humiliating it still made him sick to his stomach every time he thought about it. There was no way Josh would be able to take him without pain, and it could trigger so many bad memories for him.
“Connor, I’m no pushover. Trust me, I will communicate my limits loud and clear, don’t you worry. But honestly, the last thing I’m worried about is your size, and that includes your cock. I can take it. Take you.”
Josh's eyes projected confidence, and Connor’s heart started to speed up. Josh spoke like he meant it. But maybe Josh hadn’t realized from that quick peek how big Connor’s dick was. He’d seen only a glimpse of it. That had to be why he was still so confident. Connor’s face fell again. God, this was hopeless. Absolutely fucking impossible.
“Since you haven’t been weirded out so far, let me be even more honest. I love being fucked. I love it so much that I can come just by being fucked hard, without ever touching myself. Connor, I appreciate your concern for hurting me, more than you’ll ever know, but I can take you.”
The doubt on Connor’s face was easy to spot, but Josh picked up something else as well. Hurt. Shame. Connor’s sexual experiences so far had been bad and humiliating, which was un-fucking-believable considering how sexy the guy was. Fuck, Josh found himself all but drooling at even the thought of taking that huge cock in. Surely he couldn’t be the only one who got off on that? How could he show Connor he was serious?
He raised his hand, put it on Connor’s right cheek. Connor tilted his head sideways to lean into his hand. Josh let his fingers trail down Connor’s strong jaw, swiped his thumb across his full bottom lip. As usual, Josh had stubble, simply because he couldn’t be bothered to shave every day, but Connor’s face was clean-shaven, and it fit him perfectly. Mr. Control Freak who had prepared this date by doing research and by going through quite a bit of trouble to find the perfect gift for Josh.
It was a miracle the guy even wanted to date Josh. Josh knew he wasn’t bad looking, but fuck, he was anything but a catch with his PTSD and everything else. Connor had done research there as well, had undoubtedly accessed Josh's military records to find out what had happened to him. And he had still shown up and had made every effort to make the date a success.
“Why did you wait so long to contact me, even after Noah told you he and I weren’t together?” Josh asked. He kept exploring Connor’s face with his hand, now sliding his hand through his high and tight brown hair.
“I wasn’t sure if I wouldn’t be too much for you, and on the other hand if I had enough to offer you.”
Josh thought for a second Connor had to be kidding, but his face was dead serious. “I don’t understand.”
Connor sighed. “At the risk of ruining my whole sales pitch even more: you could do so much better than a closeted, sexually inexperienced cop who doesn’t know the first thing about relationships. Plus, you know, there’s the size of my dick and all the complications that brings.”
Connor’s face was calm and so was his voice, but Josh sensed the depth of his emotions. Connor was as traumatized as he was, if for completely other reasons. This beautiful, proud man had been rejected so many times it had done a serious number on his self-confidence. The dominance and arrogance he’d mentioned before, Josh almost laughed at that since it was not even close to being a problem for him—on the contrary. But Connor could not see past the problem of his size, no matter what Josh would say. It would always be an obstacle—unless Josh showed him it wasn’t.
There was one thing he could do that would fix this problem once and for all and maybe take away some of the other doubts as well. And why wouldn’t he when all that held him back was his own fear of being too easy?
Fuck that. Who cared anyways? He trusted Connor, he had from the moment they had met. Nothing he had learned about the man had changed that first opinion. Everything he had said and done had shown how careful he’d been with Josh to make sure he wasn’t triggering anything. Who cared if they had just met? It wasn’t like Josh needed to have a declaration of love before he was ready to have sex. He liked Connor, and he wanted him, plain and simple. Right now, that was enough.
“Ask me if I trust you,” he said slowly, increasing the pressure on Connor’s cock with his ass. Would the cop get the hint?
Connor inhaled sharply, his body growing rigid, his eyes searching and finding Josh's. “Do you trust me, Josh?”
Oh yeah, Connor was following alright. His voice was soft, but his hands came around Josh's waist, pushing him down ever so slightly, creating even more friction between their bodies. “I do, Connor, and what’s more, I really like you. Time for rule number two: you have to ask for it. In this house, we don’t assume. We ask. If you don’t ask, you don’t get.”
Connor’s mouth dropped open slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He shook his head almost imperceptibly, as if he couldn’t believe what Josh was saying.
“Ask me, Connor,” Josh repeated.
Connor’s voice trembled as he spoke. “Will you please try to let me fuck you, Josh?”
Josh thought he’d never been asked quite so nicely. “With pleasure,” he said, fusing his mouth to Connor’s.
After a minute or two of frantic kissing, Connor simply stood up from his chair, lifting Josh up with two strong hands on Josh's ass. Josh wrapped his legs around the cop, squeezing their crotches together. Oh, that cock, that beautiful, fat cock. He so desperately wanted to see it again, feel it, taste it. Josh's body started humming, gentle waves of energy pulsating through his veins.
Connor turned, backing Josh up against a wall, dove in deep with his mouth. Finally, a guy who loved kissing as well, Josh thought and attacked right back. Connor tasted so different than Indy. Indy was sweet, wet. His kisses made the butterflies in Josh’s stomach do a happy dance. Connor was all male, powerful, spicy. He attacked, invaded, demanded Josh open up for him. It made Josh want to bend over and spread his legs. God, he wanted him. Craved him. Connor kissed him till Josh was a whimpering mess, his head spinning, his cock straining, and his body buzzing.
Connor unbuttoned Josh's shirt with nimble fingers. When it was loose, Josh willingly obliged, leaning back against the wall so the guy could ungracefully yank off his sleeves. Their mouths immediately met again, while Connor’s big hands grabbed Josh's butt again, kneading and groping. Too many clothes, they still had on too many clothes.
“Upstairs.” He tore his mouth away from Connor, panting. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Connor held him tight, started walking through the living room, up the stairs. “You can’t carry me,” Josh protested. “I’m too heavy.”
“Watch me,” Connor grumbled, then took his mouth again. His tongue pushed in, dueled with Josh’s until he completely surrendered, couldn’t think anymore. Josh's insides melted into a puddle as Connor carried him upstairs, step by step, their mouths never leaving each other. He kept his legs wrapped around Connor’s waist, holding on, putting pressure on the treasure he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. And in his mouth. Oh, sweet fuck, he was about to give that guy the blow job of his life.
“Which room?”
“Mine. Ours. Whatever.”
Connor kicked open the door to his and Noah’s room. He dropped them both on the bed, crashing his body i
nto Josh's with a force that made Josh all weak inside. God, when this guy would let loose, it would get epic. He was about to get fucked harder and deeper than ever before, and he trembled in anticipation.
Josh kicked off his shoes, struggled to pull off his socks without losing Connor’s mouth. Swore when he couldn’t pull them off with Connor on top of him.
“Flip over,” he panted, pushing lightly against Connor’s biceps. Connor held him tight, rolled over, pulling Josh on top of him.
With reluctance, Josh dragged his mouth away, sat up straddling the cop. It immediately meshed their crotches tighter together, eliciting a moan from Connor’s lips. Josh hummed with pleasure, gyrated his hips down.
Connor lifted his arms, let his fingers trail Josh's bare chest, stomach, back. “You’re so sexy,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted you from the second I laid eyes on you in that stupid store. I can’t stop looking at you.”
“Right back atcha, but I’m hoping you’ll do a whole lot more than looking.”
Josh unbuttoned his jeans, slid his zipper down, then discovered he couldn’t take off his fucking pants while straddling Connor. He rolled off, muttering, dragging jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion. He might as well take care of Connor at the same time.
“You have way too many clothes on for this,” he said, yanking Connor’s shirt from his slacks and working the buttons free quickly. Of course, he wore a T-shirt as well. Damn. He worked him out of both, dropping kisses on his taut muscles. His wide chest was hairless, with small scars scattered on his pecs and stomach. Josh licked them, kissed them softly with wet kisses.
He worked his way down, slipped a finger into the guy’s waistband, popped the button.
It was like Christmas, and even though he’d seen a glimpse already, he couldn’t wait to unwrap this package. He slowly pulled down the zipper, teasing the massive erection underneath with his finger. Connor moaned low and deep.
Josh debated taking the slacks off first and teasing Connor even more, then decided he was done with waiting. He grabbed his slacks and boxers and signaled Connor to lift his hips, then slid them down Connor’s legs. There it was, that beautiful, big cock, and it was even harder than he’d thought possible.
He licked his lips.
“First things first. Are you clean?”
“Yeah. I’ve always used condoms.”
“So, you’ve never had a blow job?”
“No. It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Connor’s voice was once again dripping with insecurity. Josh really needed to make that stop.
“Here’s the thing,” he said, letting his finger travel up Connor’s leg till he reached his balls. “I love sucking cock, and I am exceptionally good at it.” Connor shivered, and Josh removed his finger, let it wander up the other leg, evoking the same reaction. “But you’re already rock hard, and you’ve never had a blow job, so you won’t last long. I wanna let you know that’s okay.”
He gently cupped Connor’s balls, squeezing them softly. Connor gasped. “Those things look like they hold a massive amount of cum. Don’t hold back when you come. I want to take it. Just don’t hold my head because you may push in deeper instinctively.”
Connor’s eyes about crossed, and Josh hadn’t even gotten started yet. The power of dirty talk—it never failed.
“Now lay back…and enjoy the ride.”
Josh dropped on his stomach on the bed, putting his head above Connor’s crotch. The cop’s cock was so hard it was almost shivering, with droplets of precum at the top. Josh licked the head softly, savoring the salty taste in his mouth.
“You taste delicious,” he said.
He treated the crown to little licks with his tongue, Connor’s body trembling below him. He really wasn’t going to last long. Oh, well, there was always a next time. He opened his mouth and relaxed his tongue and throat. The guy wasn’t going to know what hit him. He started with the crown, suckling it, teasing the slit with his tongue. Opening wider, he took him into his mouth, sucking him gently.
Connor bucked at the sensation, a hard moan echoing through the room. Josh increased the pressure, sucking harder, relaxing his mouth to take the guy in farther. He’d never be able to take this monster in entirely, but he would at least try.
He cupped Connor’s balls in one hand—they spilled over—and the base of his cock in the other. That way, he could feel exactly when the guy was coming. The balls were tightening already as Josh sucked and licked and worked the stiff cock in as far as he could.
God, he loved how that fat cock filled his mouth completely. There was something inherently dirty about stuffing your mouth with dick until your eyes watered and you ran out of breath. He fucking loved it, felt the pleasure and satisfaction radiate through his entire body.
Connor let out a deep groan. He bucked his hips again as Josh started fisting the base of his cock. “I’m… Ohhh!”
Josh got the hint. He pulled back slightly, and a splash of cum filled his throat, then another, and another.
“Ugh!” Connor grunted.
Connor shook as the ripples of a powerful orgasm tore through him. Josh swallowed and sucked and milked till there was nothing left. Much to his satisfaction, the continuous sucking left Connor hard—exactly what he’d hoped for.
He let go of Connor’s cock, felt strong arms pull him on top of the man immediately. Connor kissed him passionately, letting his hands roam over Josh's body.
“Shit, Josh, that was mind-blowing. Your mouth… Damn, that was so good.”
He kept kissing Josh in between, clearly trying to convey his feelings. Josh smiled, his heart happy he’d been able to give Connor this pleasure.
“You feel perfect.” Connor grabbed Josh's butt, put one cheek in each hand and squeezed. “Absolutely perfect.”
Josh moaned as the strong hands grabbed him, stroked him. Connor’s cock brushed up against his, and he ground his hips, twisting and gyrating to create a delicious friction.
“You ready for round two?” he whispered in Connor’s ear, licking his neck and dropping butterfly kisses behind his ear.
“Don’t you want me to …”
Josh pushed himself up, found Connor’s eyes. “I want you to fuck me. I want that big, fat cock of yours in my ass. Think you can accommodate me?”
“I’m so afraid I’ll hurt you.”
Josh kissed him softly. “You won’t. We’ll start slow, use plenty of lube. Did you bring a condom? I don’t have your size.”
Connor nodded. Josh rolled off him to grab the lube while Connor got a condom from his wallet, then turned on his back, pulled his knees up. “Your job,” he said with a sultry look, handing Connor the lube.
Connor climbed on the bed and sat on his knees. He rolled on the condom with fumbling fingers, which made Josh smile. Fuck, he was so perfect with all his inexperience. Connor applied a liberal amount of lube to his cock once he’d suited up. “Put some in my ass as well and finger fuck me, loosen me up,” Josh told him.
Connor blinked twice, hesitantly reached for Josh. This was not the time for endless foreplay. The longer they would draw it out, the more nervous Connor would get. His apprehension was already clearly visible. No wonder when his previous experiences had been so disappointing.
Josh smiled a little when Connor did exactly as he had told him, completely ignoring Josh's cock to focus on the task he’d gotten. Connor’s finger slipped inside him, then another. He widened them slightly, twisting and spreading them to stretch Josh. Connor was methodical about it, completely focused, his pupils dilated and sweat glistening on his forehead. It felt good, but nowhere near as good as that massive shaft was going to feel.
Classic Marine, great at following orders. Was he equally good at giving them? Fuck, Josh hoped so. When Connor could get three fingers in with ease, Josh was ready.
“Connor.” He waited till the guy looked at him, a mix of want and fear in his eyes. “You’ll go slow, inch for inch. When I tell you to stop, you stop. When you’re complete
ly in, and you feel me relax, you take over. I told you I like it hard and deep. I want you to pound me, hammer me, drill me until you come so hard your eyes will cross.”
Connor moaned involuntarily, his cock releasing a bit of juice. “Dirty talk turns you on, huh?” Josh smiled.
The cop nodded, swallowed. “What about you?”
“Oh, don’t you worry. Once you let loose, I promise I will come all over you.”
Connor lowered himself on top of Josh, putting his weight on his arms. With a frown of concentration, he positioned the top of his cock against Josh's entrance, both slick with lube. He gently pushed inside, and Josh shivered. Even the guy’s head was thicker than anything he’d ever experienced before. Josh put his hands on Connor’s hips, signaled him to push farther in. He slid in another inch or so, his muscles trembling.
“Pull back and slide in back and forth a few times, but stay shallow,” Josh said, his voice thick. He couldn’t get that cock in his hole fast enough, but he had to take it slow, both for himself and for Connor. The guy was practically a virgin. Connor slid back his cock till the thick head was in the outer ring, then gently thrust forward again.
“Oh, fuck,” Josh moaned, shivering with delight.
Connor repeated the move, slid in a little deeper. “You’re so tight,” he grunted. “It feels unbelievable.”
Josh pressed Connor’s hips again, pulled up his legs even higher. “Deeper,” he said.
He was stretched wider than ever before, and the sensation mixed intense pleasure with a burning sensation as his inner canal ached to adjust. He gyrated his hips, wanting to open wide enough to take in the rest. He only had maybe half of it.
When the burning eased, he signaled again. Connor slid out almost entirely, then pushed back in with a grunt. He had complete control over his muscles, not going deeper than Josh indicated.
“I can’t believe you can take me,” Connor whispered in awe. “And holy fuck, it feels perfect.”
“Deeper.” Josh focused on his breathing to relax, his inner sleeve achingly stretching even wider to accommodate Connor’s girth and length. He rotated his hips again, moaned as the swollen member inside of him hit his sweet spot. Paradise was around the corner, so close he could almost taste it.