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Aaron
Cooper leads me into a bedroom at the end of the hall.
I drop my bag on the bed, taking in my surroundings. In the living room, a tall window resides on the far wall with a view of the busy street below. The furniture is modern with a king-sized bed, two nightstands, and a dresser. An impressive size TV is mounted on the wall and two doors leading out of the room are at the far left.
“Bathroom is through there.” He points toward the far door. “The storage cabinet is stocked with towels, soap, and a toothbrush. It should have any toiletries you need.”
“I brought my own.” I say, patting the top of my bag.
Cooper nods. “Good. Why don’t you take this time to shower and relax? I’m going to head to my own room and do the same. I thought maybe we could watch a movie together.”
I nod. “Sounds good. I’ll be right out.”
“Take your time,” he says, walking back toward the door. He walks out, pausing for a moment as he looks back over his shoulder. “But don’t think you can hide in here all night, Aaron. I will come in here after you.” He leaves, closing the door behind him.
After digging through my bag for some clean clothes, I head into the bathroom.
Am I supposed to prepare myself? In the research I did about gay sex, it’s commonly mentioned the bottom, the person receiving the sex, should clean his body out. I have no fucking idea how the hell to do that other than the YouTube video I watched of a guy explaining it.
Cooper didn’t ask me to or request it. Did he think I would know?
Shit. Should I have asked?
The shower is encased in frosted glass enclosing the white marble tile floor and ceiling. Opening the door, I undress and step inside. The shower comes to life with multiple shower heads at once. I’ve never been in a shower so nice and upscale. I take my time soaping up my body. I decide not to do the douche. If Cooper wants me to be clean in there, he needs to tell me.
I wash my hair with the fancy-smelling shampoo provided in the shower. The bottle looks new, and judging by the fancy name along the side, expensive.
I work slowly, rinsing and drying off before stepping out.
Jogging shorts and a white T-shirt are all I own in the lines of sleeping clothes. Since Cooper said we would be watching a movie, I thought I might as well be comfortable.
I head back into the living room to find Cooper waiting. Judging by the wetness of his hair, he has also showered and is wearing dark grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. I try not to stare at the man in front of me, but my gaze eats up the sight of his tight bicep muscles. I hadn’t noticed how big he was the other night at the restaurant. Of course, the lines and bulges of his body were hidden behind his dress shirt and jacket that night.
My gaze gradually travels up his body. There is no denying Cooper is a handsome man. I’ve always been able to appreciate a good-looking person whether male or female. I don’t think it matters what gender a person is if they are attractive.
“Do you have any preference on the movie? Are you an action movie guy?”
Snapping my gaze up to his, I wonder how long he’s noticed me observing him. My cheeks heat with a slight blush knowing he caught me checking him out.
“Whatever you want is fine. Action movies are okay.”
“Good. Come on in here. I don’t bite,” he says, grabbing the remote from the coffee table, dropping down on the overstuffed couch. He pats the cushion next to him as he sits back, placing his bare feet on top of the table.
I walk around the couch, joining him on the sofa, making sure to leave a cushion space between us.
Cooper flips through the guide of movies and reads them off one by one.
We agree on John Wick, a movie full of both ass kicking and heart.
After clicking play, I nervously watch Cooper pour us both a drink from the Scotch bottle on the table in front of us.
His gaze shoots to mine as he hands me the glass.
“Trying to get me drunk?” I ask, raising the drink to my lips.
He chuckles soft and shakes his head. “Not drunk. Relaxed, maybe. Don’t worry, I’m not into forcing people who are under the influence. I prefer you to have a clear head. However, a glass or two can help with the nerves. To drink or not to drink is up to you,” he says, sitting back against the couch.
I take a sip from the glass and eye him. He’s not paying attention to me as the movie starts to play. He claims he’s not going to force me to do anything I don’t want to do. Does that mean we don’t need to have sex after all? One could hope.
“Let me see if I have this straight. You aren’t going to force me into doing anything, right? So, what happens if we don’t have sex at all? Do I still get the rest of the money?” Having those words leave my mouth makes me feel like a whore.
Without looking at me, he answers. “It’s in the contract we both signed. After our weekend, you will get every dime I promised to you. What you allow us to do this weekend is strictly up to you.”
“How do you know I’ll want to do anything with you? You know I’m straight, and if you give me a choice...how do you know I’ll give you anything?”
“Sex in itself is in your hands. There is nothing saying I can’t try to persuade you. I promise you, I will have you begging me to fuck you. Now, let’s watch the movie.”
His words bounce around in my head as the movie plays out in front of us. He seems to be quite sure of himself. It takes some huge fucking balls for a man to think they own enough sexual appeal to turn a straight man gay. Cooper sure as hell thinks he possesses the trait. His words roll around my mind until I can’t hold them in any longer.
“How do you know? How are you so confident I’m going to give in to you? I’m straight. Men do not turn me on.”
Cooper lets out a heavy sigh and grabs for the remote to pause the movie. Setting the remote back down, he turns his body until he’s facing me.
“I’m not trying to turn you gay, not that it’s even possible to turn anyone anything. You either are or you’re not. That’s not what I want here. You also don’t have to be into men for me to desire you. Sex, regardless of if it’s between man and woman, two men, or two women, is still sex. No matter the gender of the hand, the mouth, or touch, it’s still supposed to make you feel good. Done correctly, there is no difference.”
“You don’t think there’s a difference between a man and a woman’s touch?” I ask.
“No, I don’t,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
I grin at his cockiness. “I call bullshit.”
His gaze stays on me for a long moment before he lifts the remote and turns the movie back on. Instead of sitting back in his place to watch, he leans closer to me until his breath brushes against my cheek.
I flinch as an immediate reaction.
Instead of being angry, Cooper chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you, yet. I want you to see that there is no difference between the sexes if the person knows what the hell they’re doing. I want you to sit there and watch the movie like a good little boy. Don’t pay any attention to what I’m doing.”
I swallow as I snap my eyes back to the movie. I wait, not knowing what he’s about to do to me. Should I stop him? Should I ask what he’s doing first? He did say I’m in charge of this. I want to speak up, but another part of me, maybe even a small part, is curious about his theory. Ever so slowly, I feel the slightest tickle of his lips brush against the underside of my ear. The contact makes me shiver, and I tell myself it’s only out of surprise.
His lips part and he teasingly pulls the soft cushion of my earlobe between his teeth. He closes the heat of his mouth around my flesh. Suckling gently before his tongue shifts from my ear to the bottom of my exposed neck.
My heart’s racing, making my pulse points throb. Air catches in my throat when the flat of his wet tongue licks his way back up the side of my neck. His warm breath makes me shiver. I shrug my shoulder up in an uncontrolled manner of shaking off the tingles coursing over my spine.
I hear a light chuckle as he moves back to his side of the couch. I’ve done a great job keeping my eyes on the screen, but I’m no longer paying attention to what’s happening in the movie.
“You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?” Cooper asks, picking up my left hand, bringing it to his mouth. He places a soft kiss on the back before turning it over and then planting another soul-tingling kiss square in the center of my palm.
I begin to sweat. Flutters began to roam around the inside of my stomach. This feels...intimate.
I watch in stunned silence as Cooper moves his kissing along my palm to the length of my fingers, ending at the tips. His tongue pokes out, flicking the top of my index finger. The act makes me mentally replace that finger with my cock.
A second later, my finger is engulfed down to the last knuckle inside the heat of his mouth. He continues to suck me down as far as my hand will allow. The hot force suction of his cheeks makes my gaze shoot to his mouth. Why do I need to watch him suck on me? I know this trick. I’ve seen it done before by women. Everyone knows sucking on a man’s finger will make him think about his cock being sucked. As much as I hate to admit it, it’s working, and I can feel blood starting to gather below my waist.
Cooper continues to suck my finger, moving his head up and down as if he’s on my cock. I can’t take my eyes off him with his mouth on me.
This is a guy. What the hell?
My cock doesn’t seem to mind that this is a man who has my finger in his mouth.
“Still feeling like there’s a difference?” Cooper asks, pulling my hand away from his lips.
I don’t answer as I stare at the mouth which was around me a moment ago.
“Doesn’t look like your cock can tell the difference.” He nods to the noticeable bulge in front of me.
My gaze drops and I see the outline of my hard erection pressing against the fabric of my shorts.
Fuck.
He chuckles and pulls away from me.
“I’m going to watch the movie while I let you wrap your mind around the fact that a man gave you a hard-on. There’s no shame in it. I want to keep going, but I’m going to let you come to terms with the truth before we go further.”
He sits back and returns to watching the movie.
My brain jumps to all possible conclusions. Maybe I have sensitive hands. That must be it. Why else would my body react this way?
“Do you always think this hard when watching a movie? If your brain turns any more, it might start smoking. Care to share what has you so wrapped up in your thoughts?”
I turn my head to face him. “I’m...” What do I say? That I’m freaking out because he kissed my neck and got the attention of my cock and that has me baffled?
“You’re...What? Tell me what you’re thinking, Aaron. Trust me, whatever you have to say I’m sure I’ve heard before.” Cooper moves his hand over the cushion, closing in the space between us. He brushes his knuckles along my bare thigh.
I swallow a heavy lump in my throat as he rolls his fingers over by bare knee.
“Does this make you nervous?” His voice is low and soft. “Do you want me to stop?”
My eyes drift close and I want to tell him yes; I want him to stop touching me. I want him to stop confusing me, but my head shakes to the side.
His hand flips over so it’s his feverish palm which is touching my heated skin. His fingers lead as he inches his way up my thigh, nudging the fabric of my jogging shorts out of the way.
I should be jumping off the couch and demand he removes his hand. I should be punching him in the damn face for making me feel heat tingling inside. I can’t do either as the tips of his fingers skim over the sensitive flesh on the inside of my thigh. His fingers circle and pull back, circle again, and the touch is driving me insane. His hand never comes close enough or touches the one part of my body that is consuming all my blood at the moment. My cock is alive and growing, even if I wish it weren’t.
His fingers are long and have the ability to touch a lot of skin at once. Unlike most of the women I’ve been with, whose hands are small, soft, and smooth, Cooper’s are rough and firm. At least my body doesn’t seem to have a problem with that.
“When I touch you, does my touch make your stomach tighten and your balls heavy?” he asks, leaning closer to my side until his question is a whisper in my ear.
The sound of his voice causes a tingle in my balls. He picks that moment to brush his fingers along the underside of my sack. Feeling like a triumph. A moan trickles out of my throat. My legs have a mind of their own as they spread wider, giving his hand more room to move and tease.
Cooper cups the heaviness of my balls in his hand, giving me a gentle squeeze.
My head falls back to the couch and my eyelids close. My hips thrust against his hand in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.
“As much as I’m enjoying watching your body betray you, you didn’t answer me, my little fuck toy. Is my touch making your cock hard? I can see that it is, but I want to hear you admit it. I want to hear the words.”
I can’t stop the moan his words are pulling out of me. I’ve never had sex with someone who knows what they want in bed and are not afraid to ask for it.
Cooper’s muscular hand slides farther up my shorts until his fingers are wrapped around my cock in a firm grip. My body jolts with the intense heat of him holding me. It feels so strange having another man’s hand on me. Knowing how much pressure is too much. Knowing how sensitive the tip will be.
My body rocks up, thrusting toward him. Seeking, needing, and wanting more.
“Words, Aaron, use those delicious-looking lips and say the words.”
I moan, thrusting my hips into the air once more. Humping into his tight hold on me.
My orgasm is crawling toward the surface. A few more pumps and a little more speed and I’ll be spilling in my shorts like a teenager.
Cooper’s stops and removes his hand.
My eyes snap open and watch as he retrieves his hand from out of my shorts and begins to pull away from me.
Without thinking, I reach for him, wanting his touch back on my skin.
“If you want to finish out that glorious orgasm I know you’re on the edge for, you need to tell me you want it. And that you want it from me.” His voice is calm and deep.
The words are so simple, and yet they struggle to leave my mouth. “I-I don’t know if I can.”
Cooper inclines toward me, kissing along the side of my neck.
I tilt my head to the side, giving him more skin to access.
He slides his fingers back up the inside of my shorts, engulfing my heavy, throbbing cock.
“Tell me what you need, fuck toy. Tell me you want me to finish what I started. Tell me you want me to make you come.”
My hips jerk up. I need friction. The pain of being denied is too intense, giving way to the true definition of blue balls. I don’t know how, but I manage to find the words he wants to hear.
“Fuuck, Cooper. Jack me off and make me come.”
Cooper’s face pulls away enough to where I can see a smile spread over his lips. “I thought you would never ask.”
Within seconds, Cooper has my shorts pulled down, my thighs and my hard cock out and wrapped inside his grip. The weeping tip is seeking any attention it can get. Cooper’s massive hand engulfs me, making me cry out and nearly come by his grip alone.
He works his closed fist from base to tip, using the precum leaking out of me to lube his slide. Faster and faster, he gains speed over my flesh. Pulling and tugging my length until I’m biting down on my lower lip to keep the groans at bay.
My hips pump up and down with a fierce craving to fuck his wet fist.
Using the soft pad of his thumb and the right pressure, Cooper rolls the wet slit at the tip of my cock.
The overstimulating gesture has me coming with a growl. My hips launch off the couch and I reach for his arm to steady myself. I’m not sure if I’m needing to keep him close to me or if I’m using him to keep me from floating away. Warm wet jets of cum splash along my bare stomach. I’m thankful I thought to lift my shirt out of the way before the explosion of stickiness landed.
As I begin to come down from the fantastic high of orgasm bliss, I open my eyes to find Cooper watching me. I’m surprised when he leans in and gently begins licking the cooling cum from my stomach.
Seeing this man enjoying such a personal part of me makes my stomach do some crazy flips.
“You better go get cleaned up. I think another shower may be in order,” Cooper says, leaving the couch and heading off toward the kitchen.
I watch him walk off, leaving me mesmerized he was able to get me to respond as I did. How in the hell had he done that?
And the bigger question of all: Why do I suddenly no longer mind that he did?
Ten minutes, later I’m leaning my face into the shower’s hot, steady stream of water. Closing my eyes, I reflect on the shame and embarrassment I should be feeling. I allowed a man to pay me for an orgasm.
Not just any orgasm, a fucking amazing one.
I’m trying to go over my thoughts when the glass door swings open and Cooper steps into the shower behind me.
I quickly turn away from the man who is invading my shower. I tell myself that him being in here is no different than being in the showers at the gym with other guys.
I turn my head, watching as he steps into the stream of water from the second shower head. I eye the naked man standing beside me. I let my gaze follow the droplets of water as they gather and roll off his flesh.
He picks up a bottle of soap, squeezing some into his hand before massaging the soap over the growing erection.
I drop my gaze to his hand as he slides his palm from root to tip.
I know I should look away, but I can’t. My gaze stays glued to his firm hand working himself into a heavy, breathing mess.
“I like you watching.”
His words make my gaze snap to his. Standing in the middle of the water stream, I keep my eyes on his.
I hold his gaze with mine as he continues to work himself over. “You’re welcome to come over here and take over if you want to.”
I swallow. “I think I’ll stay where I am.”
He shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
His hand gains speed and his thumb swipes back and forth over the tip, like he had done to me in the living room.
I should look away and finish my shower. Instead, the blood inside my body starts inching down to the appendage between my legs once again.
What in the hell is going on with me? Why is my body responding to him?
“You’re not looking away. Does that mean you like what you see after all?” Cooper asks as he begins to quicken the pace. He braces his free hand against the tiled wall, giving him the leverage to pump, his hips fucking his fist. As his back bows, I know he’s ready to blow.
I’m intrigued and I can’t keep my damn eyes off him.
“I don’t know if like is the word I would use,” I say, sliding soapy hands over my chest and across my firm stomach. I refuse to touch my cock while watching him rub one out.
Growling, his mouth falls open a little as he pushes himself closer and closer to the edge. “What would you call it?” Cooper urges, breathlessly.
“Intrigue.”
His gaze drops to my mouth and watches as I move my moist tongue over my dry lips.
“Intrigue. We can go with that. Ah...”
His head falls back, and his forearm shoots out to brace his body weight against the stone shower wall. A few more pumps of his hips and white streams of cum shoots out, landing on the shower floor.
Shame washes over me as I realize Cooper’s little show has made me hard as a rock, again. My heart begins to race and my breathing starts to labor.
I just watched a man masturbate and it fucking turned me on.
I turn back around and rinse the soap off my body before reaching for a towel. I walk out of the shower, not caring if it looks like I’m running away.
With my back still to Cooper, I quickly dry and slide my legs into a clean pair of jogging shorts. I hear the water shut off, but I don’t bother to turn and look at him. I make my way back into the bedroom and over to the bed that is mine for my stay.
“That little show got you in the mood for bed already?” Cooper teases from the bathroom doorway.
“I’m, uh, do you mind if we call it a night? It’s been a lot.” I hope he doesn’t want me to stay awake all night. There are so many things I need to straighten out in my head. I feel like I don’t even know my own mind.
“Yeah, let’s call it a night. Get some rest and I’ll see you in the morning. Good night, Aaron.” Cooper crosses the room toward the door. He pauses at the doorway. He wants to say something, but after a moment he walks out of the room, leaving me alone for the rest of the night.
