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Author's Note:
This is the first lengthy piece of fiction I have tried to write, originally for a boy I have a crush on-he says it makes him blush reading about romance on such a level. I think it has something to do with the fact that we have fooled around and I drew from those experiences when I wrote certain scenes. I would appreciate you feed back as I would like to keep writing these stories; I just need a place to post them if he doesn't want to read them I guess.
Thanks.
A surprise he had said, and he certainly was not kidding; standing above the world looking down on all the passersby I realized that he was right, and against my best efforts I was finding myself growing attached to this young man. As I feel his hand on my shoulder, I breathe a sigh of contentedness and turn to hold him close while brushing those feelings of attachment away and just allowing myself to feel the comfort of his embrace once again. Time slows to a crawl up there, above the spectators of life as he and I share our bodies with each other, but this scene is near the end of the story-there is so much more to tell.
Chapter 1
It all started on a bridge, and for the romantics reading it was not one of those bridges of fairy tale or romantic comedy, no this was simply a lift bridge. I had finished classes for the day at university and was walking the couple miles back to my house and began to cross the bridge as per my usual routine. Today though there was someone on the bridge as well, mind you that this is not in and of itself, an odd occurrence the bridge is a popular walking route and I often encounter people on it. This character though struck me as something different, he was not walking but merely standing there facing into the sunset with the wind to his face. As I approached his position I found that he had his eyes closed and had the faintest of smiles on his face as if to suggest that though the day might be hard there are beautiful sights all around us if we were to just take the time to look at them. I was planning on continuing past him but something inside me wanted to hear this man’s voice, to speak to him and see if he really was the sunset type of guy.
“Enjoying the view?” I asked immediately kicking myself for interrupting the moment with such a cliché opener. The stranger did not seem to mind the question; in fact, he seemed to welcome it. With a deep breath, he turned to face me and that is when I truly saw the man I was speaking to; his Adam’s apple stood prominently in his neck, his eyes a pale blue that revealed a history I suddenly longed to hear.
“Every day,” was his response to a question I forgot about asking. “No matter how my day might be going I know that I have the opportunity to let it all go at the end of the day by watching that sun lower itself on the horizon, such a beautiful thing.” He turned back to that sunset and made another smooth inhalation and that smile formed on his face again. Between those eyes and that slight smile, I knew that I was hooked.
“Such a beautiful thing indeed,” I said or maybe just thought before I realized that I was still looking at him instead of the sunset. Upon hearing this, he slowly turned his head and focused those eyes on me, looking past what I had said and into what I really thought and wanted from not only him but also the world itself.
“Glad to hear you enjoy it so much, must make the day seem easier,” he said, “I am happy you found someone to share it with, at least for today.” As he said this, he took my hand in his. Such forwardness can be refreshing but still it caught me off-guard. We stood on that bridge looking out on the sunset for a while longer, holding hands and I felt happy.
As is the custom of happy moments, this one was to come to an end with a phone call. Someone was in a dire pinch and needed a ride rather soon, I explained to them that I was still five minutes from the house and that they might have to wait. This was of course true but I really did not want to part with this man so soon. However, the case became clear that I was needed elsewhere and reluctantly we released each other and stepped away from each other.
“I have to go,” I said with a downward look, almost ashamed that it should be me that broke our time together.
“No worries, someone needs you and you are going to help them, you are a good person,” he said as he pulled me in for a hug. I was caught off-guard again by this man and for the second time in a short while time slowed as I was held in his embrace. It was from a relative stranger but it felt comfortable and I had to remind myself that I was needed elsewhere. Reluctantly I pulled away and gave him a smile before I made motions to depart.
“What is your name by the way,” he asked. I practically fell to the ground with embarrassment for not introducing myself. “My name is Addison, and it was a pleasure to meet you. Would you by chance like to get together again sometime, perhaps tomorrow at Del’s Coffee around 5?” I stood, waiting for his answer.
“Sure, it’s a date,” he said with a smirk, “see you then.”
With plans made, we both went our separate ways, me to the house and he back to his sunset. A few yards away I realized that I did not yet know his name so I turned and asked briskly what it was. He smiled at my question but as he gave his reply a cacophony of noise started on many fronts, a logging truck on the bridge, and a barge on the water and of course, my cell phone all interfered with learning his name.
“Oh well,” I thought, “I will see him tomorrow, and I can get it then.”
Chapter 2
Five pm could not come soon enough. My day was filled with the usual mundane activities, but today it was more apparent that they were just there to delay my being with someone with whom I felt happier. Soon enough though I found myself outside Del’s waiting for him. Within a few minutes I saw him walking towards me, that same contented smile graced his face as our eyes met from almost two blocks away. He held my gaze as he walked toward me. Now normally, I shirk away from such an intense focus of attention, but from him it felt comfortable - it felt right. As he approached, I grabbed the door and held it open for him.
“Thank you kind sir,” he said with a comical tip of his cap, a gesture that would have appeared immature by anyone else.
“Not a problem at all,” I said taking advantage of the vantage point provided as he walked passed me into Del’s.
I had not had the chance to admire his body the other day and was now taking that opportunity to do so, and with what I saw, I felt a slight stirring in my pants. His shoulders were square-set and balanced as he walked smoothly to the counter, his arms had definition but not the kind of a body-builder - his were more like those of a man who constantly used his arms and as a result, they were lean and well defined. The finishing touch was his fine ass, one of the best I had seen in a great while. The cheeks were situated nicely inside his Wrangler jeans and by nicely I mean that with every movement I could see each of them flex. My boxers got tighter with just the thought of that flexing around something else. With much concentration, I restrained myself and headed to the counter where he waited.
“What will it be Addison,” he asked, pulling me completely out of my dazed state.
“Hot chocolate, please” I replied. Not being a truly avid coffee drinker I quickly wondered as to why I chose this spot, just seemed to make sense at the time.
“Make that two please ma’am,” he said politely to the waitress behind the counter who smiled and in a chipper voice replied, “Right away, sir.”
"Silly girl," I thought, this man is all mine.
Hot chocolates in hand we made our way to a booth overlooking the water, where we settled down on opposite sides. The seats were close enough together that our legs met up more than once. Each time his leg would brush against mine I spied a playful glint in his eye, this boy was so forward it was refreshing but I still held back because I wanted whatever happened to be right and not just right now.
“So, Addison, tell me about yourself…aside from how you enjoy the view from the bridge,” he said looking at me again with those penetrating pale blue eyes. At his invitation, I explained my major at university as well as various accomplishments I had gained in my field of study. Generally, I am self-conscious about speaking of my accomplishments because I do not get the best marks but I do tend to be recognized for my efforts outside of the classroom.
He said that he recognized some of what I told him from publications posted around campus and congratulated me on them, but he stopped short of dragging the topic on because he seemed to notice how uncomfortable I became speaking about these matters and receiving compliments on them. Thankfully, he offered me a get out by telling me about himself. It turned out that he worked on the university campus, which explains how he knew so much about me. He had been working on campus since he graduated two years previously, he said he stayed on because of the faculty, the atmosphere and (casting a glance my way) the wonderful sights. I chuckled a little at this and looked down as an innocent smile crossed my face. When I looked up again, he was still wearing his smile as I still wore mine and it was not for protection this time - it was showing my bliss. The remainder of our chocolate was sipped over more life stories and general talk, the shows we enjoyed and the like.
Soon enough though it came time to leave, we stood and made our way to the door. Once outside he led me to a small alcove that protected us from view, he looked at me with those eyes and with his arm round my neck guided me in for a kiss. Our lips met and I felt the warmth of his body course into mine as I closed my eyes, I took a deep breath and for the first time really caught his scent. He had the faint smell of grass and earth; it was evocative of being young again and playing in the yard. His hands held my head in place as we kissed, my hands softly running through his straight hair. I found myself once again content to remain there kissing him. All too soon I felt his hands slide away and reluctantly our lips parted.
“Addison, can you meet me at the bridge tomorrow let’s say around eight-thirty?” he asked me, holding me by the shoulders as if to ensure that I would stay just a bit longer, a plea I was sure to indulge.
“Of course,” I answered, “what do you have planned for us?”
He pulled me in for another hug, his smell was all over, and I could not get enough, I held onto the hug for as long as I could. When we separated, he looked at me with a sly grin and said, “It’s a surprise.”
With that being said, he kissed me once again and I felt his tongue subtly glide across my lips but not putting on enough pressure to part them. He then backed away and turned to depart.
“See you tomorrow, Addie,” he said into the wind. I watched him walk away, admiring the wonderful view of that ass moving smoothly in his Wranglers. I adjusted myself slightly shifting my dick to a more appropriate angle for the walk home, wondering what was in store for tomorrow’s surprise.
Chapter 3
There we stood, on the bridge, the place where we had met only two days earlier. Traffic sped by as usual and no one seemed to pay any mind to what he and I were doing.
“So what is this surprise you have planned?” I asked noticing a sly grin on his face as he pulled me close for a kiss. I took the opportunity once again to savor the smell of him against my cheek, he kissed me deeply, and whispered, “Follow me.”
He walked toward a gated stairway leading up the bridge, a sign stating DO NOT ENTER AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY resided on the door.
“Don’t worry,” he said noticing my hesitation, “it will be alright.”
We went through the seemingly locked door and began our trip up the stairs; I followed behind him and just gazed into that fine ass thinking of how wonderful this man really was. I looked past him once or twice to discover our destination and I began to wonder what was waiting at the top of this bridge, above the rest of the world. We reached the roof of the bridge, and what I saw gave my pants a stir. There was a picnic blanket spread out and secured in place by a bottle of wine and I couldn’t help but notice there was also a box of condoms. I turned to him and perceived a wide smile gracing his face for the first time.
“Surprise,” he said as he kissed me and for the first time I felt his tongue enter my mouth. I savored the way it explored my mouth and ran along my own tongue. As we walked to the blanket, I slid my own tongue into his mouth where he gently sucked on it and urging it deeper.
We made it to the blanket and kept the kiss going as I pulled him closer, feeling a familiar bulge in his pants, very much matching the stiffness in my own. While I held his head close, my other hand drifted below his waist and grabbed that ass that I had been ogling and dreaming about for the last two days. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes while his hand groped around my crotch, feeling my dick and noticing it twitch from the attention.
“Want some help relieving the tension Addison?” he asked as he began lowering himself down. I moaned feeling his hands on my waistband as he undid my belt and then slowly began to undo each button down my fly. I ran my hands through his smooth straight hair as he put his face into the outline of my dick through my boxer shorts. With a chuckle he pulled my boxers down with his teeth, I gasped on feeling a cool breeze on my dick, and the feeling of his skin as my cock moved along it. I stepped out of my cloths and picked up my belt, he gave me a quizzical look.
“Relax, I have an idea,” I said to him kneeling down to kiss him before I turned him around and bound his hands behind his back. He moaned at the feel of my leather belt binding his hands as I moved round to his front. I looked him in the eye and ran my hands through his hair before gripping it and pulling it to my dick.
“Mmm, you want to suck this dick?” I asked knowing the answer.
He murmured and kissed the head of my dick and said, “Addison, please let me suck that dick.”
“Alright then,” I said, “suck this dick,” as I guided it into his waiting mouth. I moaned as I felt his hot, wet throat slide along my dick and gasped as I found out just how talented his tongue was. I grabbed his hair again and began to slide his head back and forth, as I started to fuck his face while the cars below caused the bridge to vibrate. The vibration carried though him and summarily onto my cock which caused me to shudder spurting just a bit of pre-cum into his mouth.
He slid off my dick and looked up at me with those blue eyes, driving me wild as I grabbed my dick and rubbed it along his face before linking my fingers in his hair and putting his mouth back on my cock. I began to rock my hips while my cock slid in and out before sending it deep into his mouth, surprised at how far he could take it. His moans sent shivers up my spine as I neared my climax. I yanked his head back, pulled out my cock, and showered his face in cum as he moaned as each spurt hit his face. He looked up as I caught my breath and licked a line of cum off his cheek.
“Tasty,” he said as he leaned close and licked my dick again. Seeing it jump, he chuckled and said, “Up for more?”
“What do you have in mind,” I asked playfully , hoping he would turn around and present me with that fine ass.
He shimmied over to the corner of the blanket and with his hands still bound, he fished out a condom and some lube and flung them toward me.
“Is this what you had in mind, Addie?”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “I’m gonna pound that ass, so get ready,” I continued, as I slipped on the rubber and put some lube on my shaft and then bent him over to lube up his hole. With his hands still bound behind his back, I leaned him over, lined up my dick with his tight hole, and began to slide it in.
We both moaned at the fit as I slid it all the way in, we stayed like that for a while getting used to the feeling. When I felt him clench his ass around my cock, I slowly began to slide back and forth, speeding up to a steady pace. He cried out in passion as I continued to fuck him getting invigorated by the view around me, and the breeze on my bare ass. The way his ass teased my cock soon brought me to my second climax as I sped up and pounded it, fucking him harder and harder. With a shivering moan I thrust into him one last time as we came as one, his cum shooting on the bridge roof while my cum filled the condom. His ass clenched one last time around my cock, as we lay there relaxing. With my softening dick still in his ass, I kissed the back of his neck and then I slowly pulled out from his tight hole. We both moaned at the feeling.
I peeled off the condom and pulled him to his feet, while delivering a deep kiss, my tongue sliding down his throat. I undid the belt and released him and instantly those hands traveled to my back and pulled me closer.
“That was one hell of a surprise,” I said kissing him again.
“Well you’re one hell of a guy,” he replied as he gave me glass of wine. Together we sat on the blanket enjoying the wine and the starry night above and later with the thrum of automobile traffic, we settled down to sleep.
Epilogue
I awoke in the morning and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of what had happened last night. I moved closer to him and breathed in his smell while I watched the sunrise over the bridge, the bridge where it had all started.
This is the first lengthy piece of fiction I have tried to write, originally for a boy I have a crush on-he says it makes him blush reading about romance on such a level. I think it has something to do with the fact that we have fooled around and I drew from those experiences when I wrote certain scenes. I would appreciate you feed back as I would like to keep writing these stories; I just need a place to post them if he doesn't want to read them I guess.
Thanks.
On Top of the World
Prologue
Prologue
A surprise he had said, and he certainly was not kidding; standing above the world looking down on all the passersby I realized that he was right, and against my best efforts I was finding myself growing attached to this young man. As I feel his hand on my shoulder, I breathe a sigh of contentedness and turn to hold him close while brushing those feelings of attachment away and just allowing myself to feel the comfort of his embrace once again. Time slows to a crawl up there, above the spectators of life as he and I share our bodies with each other, but this scene is near the end of the story-there is so much more to tell.
Chapter 1
It all started on a bridge, and for the romantics reading it was not one of those bridges of fairy tale or romantic comedy, no this was simply a lift bridge. I had finished classes for the day at university and was walking the couple miles back to my house and began to cross the bridge as per my usual routine. Today though there was someone on the bridge as well, mind you that this is not in and of itself, an odd occurrence the bridge is a popular walking route and I often encounter people on it. This character though struck me as something different, he was not walking but merely standing there facing into the sunset with the wind to his face. As I approached his position I found that he had his eyes closed and had the faintest of smiles on his face as if to suggest that though the day might be hard there are beautiful sights all around us if we were to just take the time to look at them. I was planning on continuing past him but something inside me wanted to hear this man’s voice, to speak to him and see if he really was the sunset type of guy.
“Enjoying the view?” I asked immediately kicking myself for interrupting the moment with such a cliché opener. The stranger did not seem to mind the question; in fact, he seemed to welcome it. With a deep breath, he turned to face me and that is when I truly saw the man I was speaking to; his Adam’s apple stood prominently in his neck, his eyes a pale blue that revealed a history I suddenly longed to hear.
“Every day,” was his response to a question I forgot about asking. “No matter how my day might be going I know that I have the opportunity to let it all go at the end of the day by watching that sun lower itself on the horizon, such a beautiful thing.” He turned back to that sunset and made another smooth inhalation and that smile formed on his face again. Between those eyes and that slight smile, I knew that I was hooked.
“Such a beautiful thing indeed,” I said or maybe just thought before I realized that I was still looking at him instead of the sunset. Upon hearing this, he slowly turned his head and focused those eyes on me, looking past what I had said and into what I really thought and wanted from not only him but also the world itself.
“Glad to hear you enjoy it so much, must make the day seem easier,” he said, “I am happy you found someone to share it with, at least for today.” As he said this, he took my hand in his. Such forwardness can be refreshing but still it caught me off-guard. We stood on that bridge looking out on the sunset for a while longer, holding hands and I felt happy.
As is the custom of happy moments, this one was to come to an end with a phone call. Someone was in a dire pinch and needed a ride rather soon, I explained to them that I was still five minutes from the house and that they might have to wait. This was of course true but I really did not want to part with this man so soon. However, the case became clear that I was needed elsewhere and reluctantly we released each other and stepped away from each other.
“I have to go,” I said with a downward look, almost ashamed that it should be me that broke our time together.
“No worries, someone needs you and you are going to help them, you are a good person,” he said as he pulled me in for a hug. I was caught off-guard again by this man and for the second time in a short while time slowed as I was held in his embrace. It was from a relative stranger but it felt comfortable and I had to remind myself that I was needed elsewhere. Reluctantly I pulled away and gave him a smile before I made motions to depart.
“What is your name by the way,” he asked. I practically fell to the ground with embarrassment for not introducing myself. “My name is Addison, and it was a pleasure to meet you. Would you by chance like to get together again sometime, perhaps tomorrow at Del’s Coffee around 5?” I stood, waiting for his answer.
“Sure, it’s a date,” he said with a smirk, “see you then.”
With plans made, we both went our separate ways, me to the house and he back to his sunset. A few yards away I realized that I did not yet know his name so I turned and asked briskly what it was. He smiled at my question but as he gave his reply a cacophony of noise started on many fronts, a logging truck on the bridge, and a barge on the water and of course, my cell phone all interfered with learning his name.
“Oh well,” I thought, “I will see him tomorrow, and I can get it then.”
Chapter 2
Five pm could not come soon enough. My day was filled with the usual mundane activities, but today it was more apparent that they were just there to delay my being with someone with whom I felt happier. Soon enough though I found myself outside Del’s waiting for him. Within a few minutes I saw him walking towards me, that same contented smile graced his face as our eyes met from almost two blocks away. He held my gaze as he walked toward me. Now normally, I shirk away from such an intense focus of attention, but from him it felt comfortable - it felt right. As he approached, I grabbed the door and held it open for him.
“Thank you kind sir,” he said with a comical tip of his cap, a gesture that would have appeared immature by anyone else.
“Not a problem at all,” I said taking advantage of the vantage point provided as he walked passed me into Del’s.
I had not had the chance to admire his body the other day and was now taking that opportunity to do so, and with what I saw, I felt a slight stirring in my pants. His shoulders were square-set and balanced as he walked smoothly to the counter, his arms had definition but not the kind of a body-builder - his were more like those of a man who constantly used his arms and as a result, they were lean and well defined. The finishing touch was his fine ass, one of the best I had seen in a great while. The cheeks were situated nicely inside his Wrangler jeans and by nicely I mean that with every movement I could see each of them flex. My boxers got tighter with just the thought of that flexing around something else. With much concentration, I restrained myself and headed to the counter where he waited.
“What will it be Addison,” he asked, pulling me completely out of my dazed state.
“Hot chocolate, please” I replied. Not being a truly avid coffee drinker I quickly wondered as to why I chose this spot, just seemed to make sense at the time.
“Make that two please ma’am,” he said politely to the waitress behind the counter who smiled and in a chipper voice replied, “Right away, sir.”
"Silly girl," I thought, this man is all mine.
Hot chocolates in hand we made our way to a booth overlooking the water, where we settled down on opposite sides. The seats were close enough together that our legs met up more than once. Each time his leg would brush against mine I spied a playful glint in his eye, this boy was so forward it was refreshing but I still held back because I wanted whatever happened to be right and not just right now.
“So, Addison, tell me about yourself…aside from how you enjoy the view from the bridge,” he said looking at me again with those penetrating pale blue eyes. At his invitation, I explained my major at university as well as various accomplishments I had gained in my field of study. Generally, I am self-conscious about speaking of my accomplishments because I do not get the best marks but I do tend to be recognized for my efforts outside of the classroom.
He said that he recognized some of what I told him from publications posted around campus and congratulated me on them, but he stopped short of dragging the topic on because he seemed to notice how uncomfortable I became speaking about these matters and receiving compliments on them. Thankfully, he offered me a get out by telling me about himself. It turned out that he worked on the university campus, which explains how he knew so much about me. He had been working on campus since he graduated two years previously, he said he stayed on because of the faculty, the atmosphere and (casting a glance my way) the wonderful sights. I chuckled a little at this and looked down as an innocent smile crossed my face. When I looked up again, he was still wearing his smile as I still wore mine and it was not for protection this time - it was showing my bliss. The remainder of our chocolate was sipped over more life stories and general talk, the shows we enjoyed and the like.
Soon enough though it came time to leave, we stood and made our way to the door. Once outside he led me to a small alcove that protected us from view, he looked at me with those eyes and with his arm round my neck guided me in for a kiss. Our lips met and I felt the warmth of his body course into mine as I closed my eyes, I took a deep breath and for the first time really caught his scent. He had the faint smell of grass and earth; it was evocative of being young again and playing in the yard. His hands held my head in place as we kissed, my hands softly running through his straight hair. I found myself once again content to remain there kissing him. All too soon I felt his hands slide away and reluctantly our lips parted.
“Addison, can you meet me at the bridge tomorrow let’s say around eight-thirty?” he asked me, holding me by the shoulders as if to ensure that I would stay just a bit longer, a plea I was sure to indulge.
“Of course,” I answered, “what do you have planned for us?”
He pulled me in for another hug, his smell was all over, and I could not get enough, I held onto the hug for as long as I could. When we separated, he looked at me with a sly grin and said, “It’s a surprise.”
With that being said, he kissed me once again and I felt his tongue subtly glide across my lips but not putting on enough pressure to part them. He then backed away and turned to depart.
“See you tomorrow, Addie,” he said into the wind. I watched him walk away, admiring the wonderful view of that ass moving smoothly in his Wranglers. I adjusted myself slightly shifting my dick to a more appropriate angle for the walk home, wondering what was in store for tomorrow’s surprise.
Chapter 3
There we stood, on the bridge, the place where we had met only two days earlier. Traffic sped by as usual and no one seemed to pay any mind to what he and I were doing.
“So what is this surprise you have planned?” I asked noticing a sly grin on his face as he pulled me close for a kiss. I took the opportunity once again to savor the smell of him against my cheek, he kissed me deeply, and whispered, “Follow me.”
He walked toward a gated stairway leading up the bridge, a sign stating DO NOT ENTER AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY resided on the door.
“Don’t worry,” he said noticing my hesitation, “it will be alright.”
We went through the seemingly locked door and began our trip up the stairs; I followed behind him and just gazed into that fine ass thinking of how wonderful this man really was. I looked past him once or twice to discover our destination and I began to wonder what was waiting at the top of this bridge, above the rest of the world. We reached the roof of the bridge, and what I saw gave my pants a stir. There was a picnic blanket spread out and secured in place by a bottle of wine and I couldn’t help but notice there was also a box of condoms. I turned to him and perceived a wide smile gracing his face for the first time.
“Surprise,” he said as he kissed me and for the first time I felt his tongue enter my mouth. I savored the way it explored my mouth and ran along my own tongue. As we walked to the blanket, I slid my own tongue into his mouth where he gently sucked on it and urging it deeper.
We made it to the blanket and kept the kiss going as I pulled him closer, feeling a familiar bulge in his pants, very much matching the stiffness in my own. While I held his head close, my other hand drifted below his waist and grabbed that ass that I had been ogling and dreaming about for the last two days. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes while his hand groped around my crotch, feeling my dick and noticing it twitch from the attention.
“Want some help relieving the tension Addison?” he asked as he began lowering himself down. I moaned feeling his hands on my waistband as he undid my belt and then slowly began to undo each button down my fly. I ran my hands through his smooth straight hair as he put his face into the outline of my dick through my boxer shorts. With a chuckle he pulled my boxers down with his teeth, I gasped on feeling a cool breeze on my dick, and the feeling of his skin as my cock moved along it. I stepped out of my cloths and picked up my belt, he gave me a quizzical look.
“Relax, I have an idea,” I said to him kneeling down to kiss him before I turned him around and bound his hands behind his back. He moaned at the feel of my leather belt binding his hands as I moved round to his front. I looked him in the eye and ran my hands through his hair before gripping it and pulling it to my dick.
“Mmm, you want to suck this dick?” I asked knowing the answer.
He murmured and kissed the head of my dick and said, “Addison, please let me suck that dick.”
“Alright then,” I said, “suck this dick,” as I guided it into his waiting mouth. I moaned as I felt his hot, wet throat slide along my dick and gasped as I found out just how talented his tongue was. I grabbed his hair again and began to slide his head back and forth, as I started to fuck his face while the cars below caused the bridge to vibrate. The vibration carried though him and summarily onto my cock which caused me to shudder spurting just a bit of pre-cum into his mouth.
He slid off my dick and looked up at me with those blue eyes, driving me wild as I grabbed my dick and rubbed it along his face before linking my fingers in his hair and putting his mouth back on my cock. I began to rock my hips while my cock slid in and out before sending it deep into his mouth, surprised at how far he could take it. His moans sent shivers up my spine as I neared my climax. I yanked his head back, pulled out my cock, and showered his face in cum as he moaned as each spurt hit his face. He looked up as I caught my breath and licked a line of cum off his cheek.
“Tasty,” he said as he leaned close and licked my dick again. Seeing it jump, he chuckled and said, “Up for more?”
“What do you have in mind,” I asked playfully , hoping he would turn around and present me with that fine ass.
Chapter 4
He shimmied over to the corner of the blanket and with his hands still bound, he fished out a condom and some lube and flung them toward me.
“Is this what you had in mind, Addie?”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “I’m gonna pound that ass, so get ready,” I continued, as I slipped on the rubber and put some lube on my shaft and then bent him over to lube up his hole. With his hands still bound behind his back, I leaned him over, lined up my dick with his tight hole, and began to slide it in.
We both moaned at the fit as I slid it all the way in, we stayed like that for a while getting used to the feeling. When I felt him clench his ass around my cock, I slowly began to slide back and forth, speeding up to a steady pace. He cried out in passion as I continued to fuck him getting invigorated by the view around me, and the breeze on my bare ass. The way his ass teased my cock soon brought me to my second climax as I sped up and pounded it, fucking him harder and harder. With a shivering moan I thrust into him one last time as we came as one, his cum shooting on the bridge roof while my cum filled the condom. His ass clenched one last time around my cock, as we lay there relaxing. With my softening dick still in his ass, I kissed the back of his neck and then I slowly pulled out from his tight hole. We both moaned at the feeling.
I peeled off the condom and pulled him to his feet, while delivering a deep kiss, my tongue sliding down his throat. I undid the belt and released him and instantly those hands traveled to my back and pulled me closer.
“That was one hell of a surprise,” I said kissing him again.
“Well you’re one hell of a guy,” he replied as he gave me glass of wine. Together we sat on the blanket enjoying the wine and the starry night above and later with the thrum of automobile traffic, we settled down to sleep.
Epilogue
I awoke in the morning and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of what had happened last night. I moved closer to him and breathed in his smell while I watched the sunrise over the bridge, the bridge where it had all started.
