Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player (Charlie Harding Presents) Read Free Page B

his. Chad has an incredible ass: round, hard, and, I imagine, perfect for fucking. In a flash, his hands are down to my crotch, as he unzips my fly and reaches in to grab my rapidly engorging cock.
    I break our kiss and blurt out, "Hell, Chad, at least buy a boy a drink!” He says nothing in the dark. "But, don't stop."
    Like I said, my need is desperate and my protestations are only for appearance. When in Rome and all that kind of thing! Right?
    One good turn deserves another, so my hands reach down to unbuckle and unzip him. “Let me see what's so dangerous that you need to keep it locked away.” I pull out his cock, taking note of its size and the fact that it’s nicely shaved. We stand there, kissing and yanking each other’s cocks in the dark. The feel of shaved balls is really something. His mouth tastes of whiskey, and I quite like it. I also love a well-groomed cock and nut sack. There is nothing worse than nut stubble.
    Chad lets go of my hard cock, takes the hat from his head and pops it onto mine. For a split second, I wonder what he is going to do, and then I realize, as he heads down onto his knees. His broad tongue is all over my cock, licking from the base of my shaft up to the tip. My eyes close as my senses focus on the pleasure that fills my body. He reaches in to pull my balls out to join my cock. His tongue expertly works on my shaft and balls. Chad takes one of my balls into his mouth and very gently rolls his tongue over it, then repeats this with the other, all the while tugging on my hard meat. In my fantasies, I always figured that cowboys would be born cocksuckers. The way I see it, the more masculine you are on the outside, the more likely you are to be a total submissive on the inside. This cowboy sure didn’t disprove my worldview. After making my balls suitably wet and tingly, he moves back to my shaft. I seize the moment, grab the long blonde hair on his head and stuff my cock deep into his throat. He takes my unsubtle hint and gets to work, like the true, born cocksucker he is.
    Maybe it’s all the porn we watch these days, but what man does not enjoy holding the back of a cocksucker’s head as he gets busy? It just feels so right. Nobody can see us in the dark, but I still ham it up. Any wrong moves, and a sharp tug of his hair puts him right. Let’s look good for the fantasy audience. "Just like riding a horse, isn't it?" Which is quite appropriate when getting blown by a cowboy.
    What a way with words I have. Maybe, I'm a poet after all?
    My cowboy cocksucker varies the suction he applies, changing the pressure and the pleasure he gives me. I’m feeling very horny and very aggressive. After four hard days of testosterone-fuelled sport, I'm in desperate need of man sex. I pull on his hair and take control of this blowjob. My upper lip curls as the pent-up belligerence takes over, and I start to throat fuck him very hard. Deep long thrusts into his mouth; I want to feel his lips all over my shaft. I want, I need, I must. Right now, I'm so horny that I'd love to fuck him right here and now in the shadows, but that might not be the cleverest of moves. This blowjob will have to do.
    Chad struggles to keep up and synchronize his breathing with my thrusts as my balls slap against his chin. When my cock hits the back of his throat, I feel him gag. That only encourages me to face fuck him harder. God, I need to come. He has earned a split second to compose himself, as I nearly pull out of his mouth before stuffing it deep into his throat again. His hands have long since moved from my balls to my ass. I can feel a finger at my asshole. Thatta boy, Chad. Even as he struggles to stay on my bucking bronco cock and is hanging on for dear life, he is able think about giving me the most pleasure he can. His fingers dig into my hard buns. Hold on tight, boyo! Those cowboy skills are coming into good use. I’m impressed, and I don’t spare him one bit. He must have sucked a fair bit of cock back