Holding Out on Me

Egon

Two year marriage anniversary

I’m sitting on the bed when I hear the front door. It’s not that I’m nervous, but I am a little. It’s our two year anniversary and while we aren’t really going to celebrate until this weekend, it is a special occasion.

That’s not the reason behind what I want to ask though.

Rakesh walks in, and like every time I see him, my breath catches. He’s so fucking gorgeous. How did I not notice that the minute I laid eyes on him? How could I have thought I was straight?!

He smiles, a small sexy smile that is only ever directed my way. I return his smile, but I can tell it’s not quite right since I’m still chewing on the inside of my cheek.

When he’s undressed, he crawls across the bed toward me, like a predator. My cock, already half hard, really likes this. His mouth meets mine and I sigh into his kiss. “What’s wrong?” he murmurs.

“Nothing,” I tell him and he raises a brow. Letting out a sigh, I say, “So, our sex life is out of this world and—”

His chuckle makes me stop. Rake sits back to look at me with a brow raised.

“You’re holding back on me!” I complain. “I want to do all the gay things and I love our sex. It’s fucking mind-blowing, but I know there’s more that we can do together and I want to do it all. I love your hand around my neck and how you don’t let me come until you want me to. Obviously I love to suck your dick and your dick in my ass.”

Rake laughs quietly. “What am I holding out on?”

“Just hear me out. So, we have an intern at work, right?” He nods. “Well, he’s flamboyantly gay. I obviously have no problem with that at all. But here’s the thing… One of our players, Hugo Bladen, only ever wears sweats. Never anything underneath.” When Rake gives me a bemused look I hurry on, face flushed. “I have him in for training regularly! Anyway, the intern is obsessed with him, and the guy has no filter. Like at all. He’s constantly going on about the anaconda—his words, not mine—in Bladen’s pants and how he’d like to deep throat him. He goes on to tell me, in great detail, how he’d want to do that.”

I take a breath and look at Rake.

“You’d like me to deep throat you?” he asks, his hand sliding over my thigh and cupping my hard dick. I grunt in response and shake my head.

Picking up my phone, I show him the video I searched for. Looking for exactly what I want. “I want to deep throat you,” I say, breathless.

The sound is quiet as he watches it for a few minutes, his hand still curled around my dick. It throbs in his hand. The wet sex noises from the video make my face red. After a few minutes, he pauses it and looks at me. The heat in his eyes is burning. Suffocating. I have a hard time inhaling my next breath.

“What exactly do you want, Egon?” he asks, his voice a low purr.

In a quick rush, I tell him, “I want you to shove it down my throat. Make me choke and gag and cry. Fuck my face hard.” I pause, my blood feeling like it’s fire in my veins. “Hold your dick down my throat until I struggle for breath. And come like that.”

There’s a heartbeat that I wait for him to say something. He’s just looking at me and my face is so fucking hot, I swear I could melt cheese on it.

Then my phone slides across the bed and his mouth is on mine. I groan as he tangles his hand in my hair, gripping me tightly as he forces my head back so he can take command of my mouth. He growls and I feel it all the way in my balls. My cock twitches. My body is covered in gooseflesh as I shiver under his devouring.

“On the floor,” he says, his voice low. “On your knees.”

I scramble to the floor, nearly tripping. He doesn’t let me sink down all the way as he turns me around to look at my ass. My underwear have always been basic boxer briefs. But because I wanted to really push this whole gay thing—you know, embrace being with my husband—I’ve been watching some videos and jockstraps seem to be a thing.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his hands on my ass. He spreads my cheeks and I whimper, taking my bottom lip between my teeth to keep the sounds quiet.

Rake runs a finger over my crack, just barely brushing my ass. I take a shuddering breath.

“Knees,” he growls.

I turn and drop in front of him, looking up at him through my hair. He pulls his underwear off and leans against the bed in front of me. “I’ll stop if you don’t like it,” he says and I shake my head.

“I’ll like it,” I insist.

His smile is hungry. His chest rises and falls hard. “Open your pretty mouth, Egon.”

I do. Open wide and he slides his dick in. He’s gentle at first as he coats his cock in my saliva. He briefly touches the back of my throat, and it tightens as I try not to cough.

“You sure, baby?” he asks quietly.

I nod wildly because I’ve been thinking about this for days. I want it in the worst way. None of which I can tell him, since his dick is still in my mouth.

Rake’s hands are on the edge of the bed as he watches me, moving his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. Easing me into it. I’ve never complained about his dick in my mouth, though until he’s sitting on my chest feeding me his cock, usually it’s the other way around. Rake is all about sucking my dick while he tortures my prostate. He spends so much time pleasing me; if it wasn’t for him filling me with his cum, I wouldn’t think he took his own pleasure into account at all.

When his hand slides gently over my cheek, I look up at him. Now he’s got his lower lip between his teeth and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, so I moan around his dick. He smiles a little and his hand goes to the back of my head.

I’m expecting it when he eases to the back of my throat. He doesn’t push past but gives me a second to adjust to that feeling. Then he pulls back. When he pushes back in again, he doesn’t stop when there’s resistance, and I immediately gag around him.

He pulls back again. Before I can argue, he’s down my throat for real and tears fill my eyes as my throat stretches for him. Rake doesn’t hold me there, though. When he pulls me off, he takes his dick out entirely.

I cough for a second and look up at him. His hands on my face are soft as he gently wipes away my tears. “You good?” he asks.

Nodding, I lick my lips and open my mouth. He smiles as I wrap my arms around him, holding his ass cheeks so he knows I’m ready. This time when he enters my mouth, he takes hold of my head and his dick goes deep into my throat. So deep that my nose is on his stomach.

My eyes sting as I try to breathe and can’t. I choke, but it only lasts a second before he’s pulling out and shoving back in. Over the next few minutes, it feels like I only take a single breath between every third and fourth thrust down my throat. And each time, he bypasses my tonsils as if they’re saloon doors and plunges down the rabbit hole. My hands fly around, trying to find something to grab onto. To ground me.

When he pulls off, I’m heaving and sucking in breaths. Once again, he gently wipes away the tears and makes me look at him. “Still okay?”

I nod. “Come down my throat,” I rasp.

He chuckles. “Such a cock slut,” he murmurs. “Open.”

I do, bracing my hands on his thighs again. This time when he goes down my throat, his hands on my head tighten and he shoves hard so that my nose isn’t just touching his groin but it’s pressed tight and flat. My chin is against his balls. He holds me there and I struggle. My fingers dig into his thighs as I reflexively try to swallow what’s lodged in my throat so I can breathe.

Rake grunts. “So fucking good,” he says.

His words make me heady. My dick throbs. But then again, it could be that I can’t breathe.

He pulls out and allows me a breath. I pant but only manage maybe one before he’s shoved down my throat again, holding me so fucking deep I swear I can feel the head of his dick pressing against my lungs. No, I don’t care if that’s not how the human body is made. I can feel that shit!

When I’m flailing again, trying to breathe and stars dance before my eyes, Rake pulls his cock out and I gasp for air. He gives me half a minute this time and then he’s fucking my throat. Not my mouth, my throat.

I whine, my hips coming off the ground as he doesn’t slow. Doesn’t soften his thrusts. Tears stream down my cheeks. There’s spit and pre-cum dripping from my chin. My dick hurts, I’m so turned on.

Rake pulls himself free and tips my head up with his hand in my hair. I’m dizzy. I swear, I’m seeing three of him. “You okay?”

“Come down my throat,” I rasp.

He chuckles. Rubbing the head of his dick over my lips, he nods. “Then get ready, baby. I’m going to come.”

He’s not lying. As soon as he’s down my throat, my head held in a vice grip, he says, “Beg for my seed.”

Obviously, no words come out, but I try to speak around his cock. He groans and I feel the first spurts spray down my throat. I cough and sputter as I try to swallow. Rake pulls out of my throat but keeps his cock in my mouth. When I’ve taken another breath, he buries himself deep again and releases the rest.

I’m dizzy. His hands are the only thing keeping me upright. The world spins further when Rake lifts me onto the bed. His fingers trace my raging dick and I try to whimper, but I don’t have enough breath to.

Then he spreads my legs, and there’s two fingers shoved into my ass. I groan hoarsely, my eyes rolling in my head as he wastes no time and begins massaging my prostate with purpose. His finger continues to trace my dick through the jockstrap, but as soon as he pulls me free and runs a single stroke over my cock, my orgasm blinds me.

I writhe under his touch until I’m lying limply on the bed, trying to catch my breath. Through bleary eyes, I watch as he licks my cum from my stomach and then kisses me, making me swallow my own release in a filthy kiss.

With a press of his lips to my forehead, he leaves.

When he’s gone, I close my eyes and try to feel my muscles. The way my entire body thrums with pleasure. How scratchy and rough my throat feels when I swallow. A dopey smile spreads across my face.

I only know Rake’s back when the warm cloth begins cleaning me. My dick and stomach, then across my face with so much care, it’s like he’s cleaning a baby.

Finally, he’s back on the bed, and I pull him into my arms.

“Good?” he asks. “You alright?”

I nod.

“Do you feel properly gay now?” he asks.

I laugh. It sounds raw and husky. My throat burns, but I’m so damn satisfied, too. “So gay,” I say. “Was amazing.”

He chuckles and presses kisses to my face. “We can do whatever you want, Egon. All you have to do is tell me.”

“Yeah,” I say. “But you’ve been gay your whole life. I only just figured out I like dick. I need guidance.”

His laughter is quiet. “Noted. How about for now, you catch your breath and I’ll order dinner?”

“In a bit. I want to hold you to me for a while first. I missed you.”

His arms tighten, and he sighs.

We lay like that for a while, and the dopey smile never fades from my face.