Dakota

Okay... couldn't resist to continue ;P

2.

It was late in the afternoon when Connor woke up. He could see the sun in the clear sky, peeking through the curtains. The windows were dirty, and there was a pigeon outside. He had no idea why he noticed that.
He looked at his side. A tuft of messy blond hair stuck from under the duvet, close by. He could feel the warmth of the slender, smooth body, pressing against him. Dakota’s leg was lying on his thigh. He moved a hand down, feeling the soft, hairless skin, and slid up to the boy’s bum. Such a cute, round bum... with a hairless crack, warm and sticky. Dakota was dirty. And Connor was to blame. It made his morning wood grow even harder.

Dakota moved in his sleep as Connor rubbed his fingertips against his ass, crawling even closer against him. He rolled a bit, allowing for better access, and murmured something. It sounded pleased. His cock -so cute and small- poked into Connor’s hip, rubbing against the skin, swiftly erecting. When Connor pressed their lips together, he parted them willingly.

Connor couldn’t repress a smile. It was nice to wake up with someone. That didn’t happen to him often. The last time he woke up in someone else’s bed, he’d left without saying goodbye.

He kept the kiss rather decent, as they hadn’t brushed their teeth yet, but he teased Dakota with the tip of his tongue. The boy didn’t seem to care about the foul taste of morning breath. He licked him back, moaning softly, rubbing harder up against his hip. Connor’s finger gently pushed through the ring of muscle, carefully just in case the boy was sore. “You’re still wet,” he mumbled against Dakota’s lips. “Dirty boy...”

“Yours,” Dakota mumbled back with a smile, opening his eyes just a crack. “Good morning, handsome stud...”

“Morning. How are you... Oh, you bad, bad boy,” he chuckled surprised as Dakota closed his hand around his cock, stroking him.

“Dirty boy, bad boy... Make up your mind, hm? Mm. And finger me deeper... I’m itching.”

Connor was happy to oblige. He pressed a second finger inside, gently thrusting until he couldn’t reach any deeper. Dakota’s pleased sigh proved him he did the right thing. “Want me to make you come...?”

“Yeah,” the blonde sighed, eyes closed. He was relaxed and smiled lazily. “Wouldn’t mind if you did.”

Pulling away, Connor crept down, pushing the duvet off them. He looked at the delicious little erection before he sucked it in his mouth. He could easily take him all the way. Rubbing his nose in the blond pubes, he pressed his stubbly chin against the smooth ball sack, and licked him.

“Oohh... That tickles!” Dakota rolled on his back, lifting and spreading his legs. His fingers gripped into Connor’s hair, tugging at the strands. “Mm... Feels good...”

Dakota had probably never been sucked off, before. Connor made the silent promise to show him how good it could be. He bobbed his head up and down, slowly, giving just the right amount of pressure on the shaft. His tongue swept around the head, every time he drew up, and he pushed the loose foreskin down with every push to towards the root. Meanwhile, he rubbed his fingers in slow circles, seeking out the precious gland. He could feel the boy’s bladder. And right underneath it...

“Oh shit!” Dakota’s cursed between clenched teeth, and came with a cry. He hurt Connor with the hard grip in his hair, but the man didn’t complaint. Groaning, he emptied his balls into Connor’s mouth. He sighed deeply when he was drained. “Wow... What the hell was that?”

Connor swallowed every drop before he pulled his head up. The cock popped out of his mouth and flopped on the flat belly, quickly softening. He pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets. “Liked it?” he grinned, quite proudly. “That was blowing, baby.”

“Blowing...?”

“Yeah. Not the kind of blowing your brother does backstage,” Connor laughed. “You’re really innocent, aren’t you?” Suddenly, something occurred to him. “You are over eighteen, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am,” Dakota sputtered. “I’m almost twenty. And I’m not innocent, I’m just... Inexperienced.”

“Never watched porn?” Connor ignored his erection for the moment. He climbed out of bed, walking to the bathroom. He left the door open when he leaned over the toilet, pushing his cock down. It would take a moment. He tried to think of anything but the boy in bed, to soften his cock just enough to be able to pee. Smelly socks. His grandpa naked. His granny naked.... ah that did the trick.

“I watched porn, once...” Dakota said, following him. “I didn’t like it.” He aimed next to Connor, looking at the man’s cock rather than his own. “Didn’t like all that muscle. It didn’t seem to feel nice, either. They were groaning as if it hurt.”

Laughing, Connor got the picture in his head. He shook off and turned to the shower, opening the taps. “Most porn actors aren’t even gay,” he said. “That knowledge turns me off every time. They’re only in it for the money, not the pleasure.” He stepped under the water, and began to wash off all the sperm and sweat.

Dakota joined him, taking a sponge. “I’m in it for the pleasure,” he said, looking up shyly. “You believe that, don’t you?”

“Of course I believe you.” Connor winked at him, and bent down to peck a kiss on his lips. “The way you came on me was enough proof. Wash your bum, okay?”

Dakota turned and bent a bit, poking his ass up and back. “Wash it for me. It’s your mess...”

Connor checked the soap to see if it was soft. Not surprisingly, it was baby soap. Smirking, he made foam on his hands, and slid over the crack, washing the skin before he stuck a finger into the boy’s rectum. “Shall we use rubbers next time...?”

“No, why?” Dakota leaned against the tiles, feet parted, patiently waiting until Connor has washed him thoroughly. “I loved to watch your cum dribbling down my legs... It made me come instantly. Mm. I think there’s a bit more inside. Oh! Yes, right there...”

Twenty-year-olds were insatiable, Connor concluded. He felt his erection growing again, eagerly throbbing. As he looked down, he saw he was pointing at Dakota’s butt as if it had a mind of its own. He could practically hear the head shouting at him, ‘Get in there! Make me happy!’.
He pulled his hand out, and turned Dakota around. “Do you want to suck me, or do you want me to fuck you?”

“What?” Dakota looked bewildered for a moment. “That’s not fair!”

Shocked, Connor stepped back. “What did I say wrong?” Oh gods, he didn’t read all the signs wrong, did he? That was impossible!

“You only have one cock, and I have to choose where to get it!” In his frustration, the boy even stamped his feet. “I want both!”

“Ah.” The relief was indescribable. Connor rubbed his wet face, and nodded. “Bed, now,” he grunted, closing the taps. “Lay on your back. I’ll give you both.” He sighed when Dakota ran to his crumpled bed, and leaned against the tiles for a moment. If this boy wasn’t going to ruin him, he didn’t know what would.

Slower, Connor followed to the bed. He climbed on the mattress, just like the night before, and leaned over him to give a warm kiss. He drew back before Dakota could deepen it, and pulled at him to lay him in the middle of the mattress. He shifted and climbed over the boy’s head, facing his cock. “Now lick me. Careful with your teeth. Use a pillow to ease the stress on your neck. Alright?”

Quickly, Dakota obeyed, pulling a pillow under his head. At first, nothing happened. Dakota was only looking at Connor’s ass, balls and cock, taking it all in. It was probably the first time he saw a naked man like that. After a moment, he used his hands, exploring the hairy cheeks, the shallow notch, fondling the full testicles and finally rubbing his fingertips along the long, hard shaft. He pulled the cock back, so he could reach the head with his tongue. His first lick was hesitantly. After that, he sucked him in his mouth, and licked him with pleasure.

Connor leaned deeply between Dakota’s legs, enjoying the exploration. Dakota’s mouth was warm and wet, and ever so soft. It was such a difference to his previous experiences. No quick stroking and sucking to get him off as soon as possible. Dakota really tasted him, enjoyed him, and took his time as if there was no tomorrow.
“You’re doing great, baby,” Connor sighed. “Absolutely great.” He pulled the boy’s cheeks apart, and leaned down to lick the pink ass hole.

“Oh fuck! Are you supposed to do that?”

“You bet,” Connor murmured, licking him again. “Enjoy.”

“Oh wow...” Dakota pulled Connor’s hips down a bit, and did the same. He lapped the notch until it was wet, and sucked on the exposed anus. As Connor pushed his tongue inside, so did he. He growled and moaned like a kitten with a mouse, working his wet muscle deep inside and all over the notch.

Connor had difficulty to keep his mouth in motion. His eyelids trembled, as did his cock. He groaned deeply, muffled between the squeezing thighs and cheeks. He sucked him hard, and pushed inside as deeply as he could. He knew he was leaking all over Dakota’s chest. His balls were killing him. He truly had to come, or he would be sore for days. But he wouldn’t be able to come like that, unfortunately. He pulled away.
“You’re doing great,” he said again, scrambling up, “but I need more. Open your mouth. Suck on the head, and stroke me.”

Again, Dakota obeyed without questions. He sucked and licked the leaking head, firmly stroking the shaft with one hand. Without asking if it was alright, he slid his other hand under the balls, and stuck a finger in Connor’s ass.

“Yes! That’s the way...” Connor did the same, sitting on his knees next to Dakota, sliding two fingers deep into the boy’s rectum. He sought out the prostate, finding it easily. Keeping his balance on the headboard, he gave in to his pleasure.

Dakota squirmed and writhed on the mattress. He moved his hips, increasing the friction and speed in which he got fingered, until he was almost fucking Connor’s hand. Meanwhile, he stroked and licked the man’s erection. Connor was oozing now, and he swallowed it all with pleased smacks and moans.

Connor was close. He fucked the soft mouth in the same pace as he fingered the boy’s ass, squeezing his eyes firmly shut. “Coming...” he gasped. “Yes! Ah shit!”

“Ngh!” Dakota opened his eyes as well as his mouth when Connor erupted. He caught most of the squirts on his tongue, and he swallowed quickly to taste more. Some of it landed on his face. He licked his lips and wiped his cheeks with his fingers, licking them clean. “Mm... Delicious...”

“Damn!” Dakota hadn’t come yet, Connor saw through his haze. He could do something about that... He lifted the boy and dropped him in front of him, pulling the hips in his lap. He pushed his cock into the tight, but supple ass, and began to jerk him. He wasn’t hard enough to fuck him, but it was enough to stimulate him. It took only a few fast strokes to bring the boy over the edge.

Panting, Dakota enjoyed the aftermath. His lips were parted and wet, and he kept his eyes closed. His chest rose with every deep breath, until he calmed down. “Man, that was awesome...” he said with a deep sigh.

“I need my earplugs when we’re fucking,” Connor laughed. “I bet everybody has heard you.” He had slipped out, but he still kept the boy in his lap, caressing the sweaty skin lovingly. “Are you finally done?”

“For now...” Dakota smiled. “Oh man, I feel all funny inside.” He rubbed his hands over his stomach to indicate where he felt funny. “It tickles and it’s warm. Mmm.”

Connor frowned for a moment. Funny feelings? Nah. He pushed the limp body off him, and crawled next to him to take him between his arms and kiss him. Dakota lazily kissed him back. It was time to have breakfast and leave. It would be a different order than usual. Normally, he had left already...
“Glad you enjoyed yourself. Shall we do it again soon...?”

“You bet,” Dakota said, still smiling. He cuddled up against him, and looked at him with half-closed eyes. “Next weekend?”

“Deal.” Connor tapped him playfully on his nose, and winked. “No playing around, okay?”

“Shit man, I don’t think I’ll play around with anyone, ever... You’re amazing.”

It made him strangely proud. He had more compliments in a few hours than he had in his whole life. Connor kissed him again, and pulled away. He was dying for a cup of coffee.

Dakota stayed in bed, drowsing, looking utterly satisfied and totally wiped out. He wouldn’t move for the rest of the weekend, it seemed.

Connor kissed him deeply before he left. He finally closed the door behind him, leaving the passionate boy, and went home alone. He was smiling constantly. Nothing bothered him, at all.