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Brad, Erect, Chest Feel, Nipple, Licking

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Even though I knew it was a dream, it didn’t matter. I’d worn him down. That massive body was rigid, but trembling. How he wanted to relax, to sink back and rest against me, but he didn’t dare. My cock was nestled between his butt cheeks, the head pointing straight at his quivering hole. He held his glutes shut against it but I kept pushing gently, and every time he moaned, I pushed a little harder.

I whispered in his ear, “Yeah Davey. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

He moaned and gasped as I traced his nipples with the tips of my thumbs, threatening to touch the hard, sensitive tips. That was the thing that was always sure to get Davey into a kind of trance….the threat of touching his nipples. You could run your hands across those gigantic, heaving, hairy pecs, but it was your fingers’ close call with his nips that made him suck in a breath and hold it. And then when you did make contact, it was the threat that stronger, more intentional touching was right around the corner. But you never, ever got to squeezing or pulling or twisting. Not ever. That what amateurs do. No, with Davey it was all about teasing, never lighting the fire but always blowing on the glowing embers beneath the kindling.

I gently rubbed his pecs with my open hands. “Yeah….ol’ Brad knows how to do it just right, don’t he Davey?”

“Oh….B-Brad………..oh…….god….”

I whispered in his ear, as quietly as I could. “Yeah. I know. Only I know how to do it just right. And only I know all the secret places.” I licked behind his ear.

He jumped. “Oh! NO!”

He tried to pull away but I held his chest and pulled him close. He shuddered. His rigidity faltered and his glutes relaxed. I let his own weight push him deeper onto me. He fought feebly to get away but I held his nipples between my thumbs and forefingers…without squeezing…and that simple action, the threat of stimulation, was better than actually doing anything at all. He gasped and froze.

“It’s ok Davey,” I cooed. “Yeah, it’s ok. I’m halfway in you, but that’s ok. Yeah, my cock’s touching your hole. But I know you’re not going to let me in. And you know

I’m not going to try. I promised.” I licked behind his ear again and applied the tiniest amount of pressure to his nips.

He sobbed, and sank deeper onto me.

“Yeah,” I said. “Unless, you want me to go in. Cuz just think Davey…I got my tongue behind your ear, my goatee on the back of your neck…”

He sobbed again.”

“….my hands on your chest…” I moved my hands slowly across his pecs, letting my fingers graze his nipples.

“Oh! Don’t!” he cried. “I can’t…take…”

“…my cock touching your hole…”

“…Oh Brad….”

“There’s just one button I’m not pushing, isn’t there? That big cock of yours is hard as a rock, veins sticking out, all purple and just throbbing and throbbing, ain’t it?” I released one of his pecs. “I bet if I were to take this hand and reach down…”

“Ohhhhh god Brad…”

“And just give you…one….long…slippery…slooooooow…stroke, you’d shoot that big load you’re holding onto.”

He said nothing. He was breathing as though he’d run a marathon.

“But there’s one more thing. Something that would make it complete, right? Something you dream about. Something you deny yourself. Something you know is gonna happen someday. Tell ol’ Brad what that is?”

“I…don’t know.”

“Oh, come on. Yes you do. You’re so close right now.” I held his nipples again.

He sobbed. He raised his hands as though he was going to tear mine away. His glutes relaxed. I was now pushing at his hole.

“You want it so bad,” I whispered.

After a few seconds, he nodded slowly.

“You want a big, strong man to do it.”

He nodded.

“Ever since you were a little boy back in England, you’ve wanted one of those blond, California muscle beach guys to do it.”

He was shuddering. “Yes,” he whispered.

I gave his nipples a gentle twist and then reached down and wrapped my hand around his well-lubed cock. He cried out. For a moment the tension in his hole gave way. I could have plunged in. “You’re almost there Davey. You’re so close. You want to get fucked sooooo bad, right?”

“Y-yes, Yes!” he stammered.

“All you have to do is say the magic words. Say them. Say ‘Fuck me Brad’. And your dream will come true. You’ll be held down by a big, blond, beach god with a big, fat, juicy dick who will fuck the living daylights out of you–”

“Ohhhhhhh!”

“And you’ll cum like you’ve never cum before. Come on. Let me hear it. Say ‘Fuck me Brad’ real nice and clear.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and said…

  

 

2013

 

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