Answer to No-one; Story Three

After dinner we went into the lounge and I served him a coffee, and a tea for myself. I detest coffee. I stinks.
“Well, you can cook. Anything else you're good at?' Robert asked. He seemed interested in what I could and couldn't do. I was just interested in getting his cock out of his pants and starting to suck on it.
“Well, I can dance and draw and turn guys on.” There was a slight pause. The subject hadn't been breached yet. He raised an eyebrow at me.
“I didn't think that was a skill.” He answered with a note of cautiousness in his voice.
“Well, I think you can answer that yourself.” I was going to see if I could be more of a smart-ass again.
“Can I?” He replied.
“I slapped your arse.” I told him.
“I kinda noticed.” He thought I was being stupid with him.
“And you didn't hit me back.” I told him.
“So? What is your point?” He was getting more lost.
“You were either stunned or turned on. Which was it?” I almost demanded.
“Turned on.” He replied.
“Exactly.” I said. I drained my tea and went over to the cd player and turned on some kinky music. As it started to play, I started to dance in a very seductive fashion. I moved slowly towards him. He smiled and finished his coffee. He pushed away my coffee table so I could dance in front of him. The beat of the music moved my hips and the lyrics manipulated my arms. I looked down. He was clearly turned on by this. I started to caress him in some dance moves. Towards the last few seconds of the song, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his lap and kissed me before I even had a chance to hold him off. He tasted like coffee. I withdrew and looked at him. He looked back at me. His eyes were dark brown, almost black. My hand went up his face and caressed his check.
“I told you i could turn men on.” I said, and he moved his head to the side and took my thumb into his mouth. He sucked it lightly, licking the pad with his tongue. I put my hands down his front and started to undo his shirt.
“I want you to use me as whatever you want.” He said to me passionately.
“Thanks. I could use a coat stand.” He gave one of those wide-open mouth looks of laughter and surprise.
“Well, Should I stand here?” He said. He got out from under me and stood up. I leaned back and admired. I then stood up and placed my hands under his shirt and started to lift it off.
“You need a strong frame.” I told him. After his shirt was completely off, I saw his muscles. He wasn't a beef cake, but he was almost perfect. “You need to be able to hold a position,” I said, putting his arms around me. “And you need to be able to hold at least 10 items.”
“Well, my arms can hold eight. One on my head and one on my hot cock, which is burning for you.” He rubbed his pelvis up against me, and I could feel his dick through the layers of pants. I looked down to see what he was wearing for pants, and how much fiddling was required to get into them. He wore his work pants and belt. I put my hands down to the belt buckle and started to undo it. He started to undo my shirt buttons. I was hearing a simple white dress shirt and pants that didn't have a button, just a belt. He had pulled the shirt of one arm and then the other. I had undone his belt, but his button was to tight.
“I'll need you to deal with that.” I told him. He lowered his hands, but instead of undoing his button, undid my belt instead. With the belt loose, my pants dropped freely to my feet. I was wearing light green speedo underwear, and my cock was on the verge of ripping them. I lowered my self a little until I came even with his nipples. I sucked on his left one. Tracing it with my tongue and sucking it when I felt it was ready. He let out a moan of pleasure. I felt his hands lower down me until they had left me. He had undone his button for me and lowered his zipper. I caressed his other nipple. I leaned back, both hands working on his chest. I lowered them slowly as my mouth went for his other nipple. I slowly reached his cock, bulging in its small material cell. I stroked it. My fingers stroking gently, almost as if i wasn't toughing it at all, but leaving the lightest feeling behind. He let out a small noise. I knew it was a sound of pleasure and an enjoyment of what i was doing to him. My lips pulled away from his nipple and slowly returned to his sternum. I kissed it, then started to kiss my way down his body. I stopped at his abs. I licked and played around there for a little while, all the time stroking his cock so gently. I pulled my mouth away to see what he was still wearing. He wore black underwear like mine. I had come down to my knees and he stepped out of his pants. He had kicked his shoes off at some point that I hadn't noticed, because he was only wearing his socks. I started at his navel and started to lick it out. He let out a slight giggle and hiss that some guys make when they feel something really good and rare.
“You like that do you?” I asked him between licks.
“Oh yeah Terry. I love it. Oh. Do it again.” I kept licking.I kept going for a moment more, then i pulled my mouth away, then licked up to his mouth in one fast movement, then kissed him. The coffee flavor had pretty much subsided. He tasted good. Really juicy and large. I put my hand down his underwear and started to play with his cock. He moaned into my mouth. I spun him around and pushed him onto the couch. I then sat on top of him. He moved forward towards my nipple. But he did it slowly. I felt his breath tickle my nipple before he put his mouth around it. He licked. Long, slow and seriously wet licks. H spent a while just licking my nipples, making each one as passionate as humanly possible. His arms held me close to him, my erection pressing against his lower ribcage. He finally moved down. He started on my navel. He licked it and put his tongue in as far as it would go. He then moved me slightly, wanting me to roll over and lie down on the couch. I complied. He moved down to my underwear and started to lick his way around the border. He finally pulled them down then off. My uncut cock flipped up and hit him in the chin. A little wet sound showing the splatter of my pre-cum. He started to jerk me off. He started slowly, just giving me the pleasure of him doing it at all. He moved his head and was licking my nuts while jerking me. I never felt such pleasure. He was so good at what he did. He started to jerk a bit faster now, putting some effort behind it. All the time he was licking my nuts and occasionally sucking them. I moaned his name. He kept on going. He was pulling me faster now. A lot of effort to get me to blow wile stimulating me. It was such a feeling. Finally, when I was about to blow my load, he put his face close to my cock and I sprayed all over his face. When I had shot the majority of my load. He started to lick my cock clean, not leaving a single trail of cum behind. When he had sucked out the last little bit, he moved his face up to me, and I licked my cum off it. Slowly, and tenderly, my tongue move over his face and I tasted my own, mixed with the taste of his skin. I finally cleaned off the last few drops before lying back.
“Was that worth it or what?” He asked me. I laughed at him.
“You are some fun. I don't know if I'll get up for a week.” I answered. He lay on top of me and started kissing me. I kissed him back. His taste filling my mouth again. My hand slipped down his front to his cock, and I started to massage it again. He raised himself slightly so I could move my hand about a bit more easily, but he never separated his lips from mine. I started to jerk his 9 inches off. I moved very slowly, each pull taking a few seconds to go down and up. He made a sound of surprise and moved his mouth away from mine.
“I thought I might fuck you up the arse.” He told me.
“Not a chance.” I replied. He shrugged and started to kiss me again. He moved away from my mouth shortly after and started to kiss my neck. I started to build up the speed of jerking him off. My hand working his dick to give passion more than pleasure. My little game was on. If he could find the points I like to be licked, I'd jerk him harder. He moved down my neck, and I slowed down. He realized this, and started to go up my neck. He reached a certain point that made the nerves down one side twitch, and I started to work him harder. He stayed there, nipping lightly and licking. His tongue was dancing wildly. He moved away for a moment, then latched onto my ear. I loved that. I started to jerk him hard and fast as he licked around in my ear and I felt the sensation of my nerves jumping around. I jerked him so fast my hand must have been a blur. He moved his head away from my ear as he let off load and short moans. His cum shot onto my abdomen. I pulled him a few hard times to get the last droplets of cum out of him. He lay down on me again and started to move around, spreading his cum between us. I moved my hand onto his arse and started to play with his right cheek. He kissed me again. I let go o his arse and just hugged him close to me.
“That felt good.” He said as he lifted his head slightly to look at me. I smiled.
“Someone doing it for you is better than doing to yourself.” I told him. He lay on top of me. His head resting beside mine. I stroked the back of his head, running my fingers through his short hair. We were there for a little bit. His hand stroking my shoulder, while mine was stroking his head. Our other hands were laying limply at our sides. Finally I moved and he got off me. He stood up, and I sat up on the couch. He looked down at me.
“Can we do that again?” He asked. I stood up and kissed him.
“I have something to do with you first. Sit on the couch and get comfortable, but look sexy.” I walked off before he had time to answer. I came back with my trusty pencil and sketchbook.
“What do you want, a portrait?” He asked.
“No, I just draw most of the guys I've been with. Do you mind?” I asked.
“No. How do you want me?” I positioned him sitting on his feet with his legs wide apart and got him to lay back from there. I set to work, drawing the details of his face, his body and his cock. I left nothing out. He was such a good art subject. I finished the artwork and added the usual signature. I passed it to him.
“What do you think?” I asked. I waited as he looked over it.
“Nice work. Now. Enough of this art stuff. I want to get to your cock again. Shall we go and fuck again?” He put his arms around me. I took the sketchbook and placed it on the coffee table.
“Definitely. I know a nice little place we can go to do that. I took him by the hand and led him down the hall. I stopped at the linen press and took out two towels and passed them to him. He raised an eyebrow, but I just pulled him to the bathroom. I hit the light and the heater. Inside was a spa. I started to fill it while he caressed my arse.
“Are you still trying to find a way in Robert?” I asked.
“Come on, please?” I turned around and put him in a vice grip of a hug which caught him by surprise, but he smiled after that.
“I answer to no-one.” My lips connected to his again.