Body Language

Chapter 3

"What?" 

Well, that was what I thought I said. But I realized I was just standing there awkwardly as my eyes started debating whether to look him in the eye or his now-growing erection.

He straightened himself, clearing his throat subtly. 

"Go on, you know you like it," Blake said, nodding his head curtly. He was clearly motioning me to lay my hand on him.

Holy fuck.

Is this happening? RIGHT HERE?

I still did not move. This was all happening way too fast.

As if to give me some time to make up my mind, he looked over his shoulder to check the coast. There were only three of us in there -- some guy on the treadmill (who'd been on it for like an hour now since I got there) and the two of us. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing we couldn't be noticed from where we stood.

He glanced back at me, his eyes silently telling me to make a decision. At that point, I was already quite tense. Excited. Maybe even euphoric. His lips slightly curling up one corner to a naughty smile gave me a little more pressure.

Just grab the fucking dick, goddammit.

To my surprise, he grabbed my hand and pulled it close a few inches from his raging boner.

I felt my hand stiffen a little as it got close and, finally giving in, I cupped a handful of his anticipating crotch.

Heat washed over me starting from my head going down to my body. My hand, still trying to make sense of what it's on against, pressed a little firmly. It was thick. And holy shit it was hard as a rock. I felt familiar throbbing on my palm underneath the fabric. Blake grunted a little.

"Oh fuck."

I looked up to meet his eyes as I softly squeezed his manhood and he let out a slight moan. My hand slowly worked its way feeling the length of his dick. 

This is really happening.

I grabbed on to his garter eager to meet his anticipating cock. Before I could even pull it down, he held my hand and pulled me in the direction of the empty comfort room at the far end of the floor.

He pushed me inside one of the cubicles and slammed the door close behind him. The enclosed comfort room made our breathing noises far more noticeable than earlier. I felt the heat of his body as he went closer to take my clothes off. "Bend over, bitch."

I obeyed. His big hands grabbed the garter of my shorts and pulled down forcefully. I'm sure it got ruined as I hard an audible rip as it went down to my knees. 

"Fuck yeah, baby," he exclaimed as he gave my ass a smack. My back arched a little as his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed them like dough. I was putty in his warm hands. 

He spat in his own hand and ran it between my ass cheeks. 

"You want this, yeah?"

I whimpered. "Yes... fuck yes."

Skillful fingers started probing around my asshole as Blake positioned himself behind me more comfortably. He knelt down, face directly in front of my ass, and began kissing and licking on the two fleshy mounds before him.

"You have such an amazing ass," he complimented.

I moaned in response. His maneuvering mouth left me powerless. 

With his thumbs placed on either side of my quivering hole, he began licking the stretched flesh and occasionally brushing it with his beard. I wanted to pass out.

I felt him push the tip of his pinky in. "Does this hurt?" he asked, pausing for my answer.

It did hurt but it was bearable. I wanted him to finger me. I wanted to take him in the ass. 

I shook my head. "Keep going, daddy."

Blake obviously liked what he heard; after hearing me call him daddy, he pushed his pinky all the way in. Later on, he began using his index finger with his spit as lube. One finger became two, and then three. My body rocked along with his maneuvering.

"Fuuuuck! Tear that hole apart!"

"You like the feeling of being stretched wide open, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, daddy!"

He turned me around and pressed down on my shoulders. Looking up from his crotch, I saw him take off his fitted tank top and threw it over a curtain rod. I almost forgot he was still clothed. "Suck daddy's dick."

I kissed the hardness of his cock over his shorts, grabbing tight onto his waist. I pressed my mouth into his crotch. He grabbed my hair and started rubbing it against his dick. 

I couldn't wait any longer.

I grabbed onto the waistband of his shorts and with my breathing getting a little heavier, I pulled it down, his big fat dick hitting my nose as it bobbed free from the restricting garment.

Nine inches of cut alpha man meat stared me straight in the face, his balls hanging low at the base. It had a slight curve to the left, and it was so engorged and looked ready to bust. I held on to it and licked the glistening pre-cum from the tip, looking him in the eye as I played with it with my tongue.