Lips Lickin' Lolli's For Money • Joshler One-Shot Stories

Sit On My Face.3

He felt as pressure once again thrust into him, holding to the back of dirty blonde hair of his husband. He let out sounds to show the man above he was enjoying it, he made sure to press his heel to his lower back. Sometimes, would his husband be able to please him enough to get a real moan that echoed in the room.

But for the most part, as he had felt so teased about sex that Tyler just couldn't receive the pleasure he needed. His husband, Andrew, was just not enough for him anymore. He was trying to fix his marriage, Tyler hadn't seen Josh in three months.

He made sure to wake up and make Andrew, or on good days, Andy, breakfast. He wakes up early so that by the time Andy was ready, all he had to do was set the plate in front of him. Small talk and clinking of glasses in the morning before they shared a kiss and Andy was out the door.

Then the night came by. Emotionless sex, as Tyler would put it. Especially now, as Andy grunted into his ear, throbbing inside of Tyler before Tyler felt a warmth spread inside him. It brought tears to his eyes, he just felt nothing.

There was no spark or fire that they once had. There just wasn't enough for Tyler, and he just felt so wrong and out of order. But he stuck with it. Watched as his husband would turn on his side and slowly he'd fall asleep, kissing Tyler goodnight. After twenty minutes, Tyler slipped out of bed, he made his way to the bathroom with his phone in hand.

He can't believe he still uses this after not seeing the man for so long. But he, uncomfortably, sat on the toilet. He scrolled through his messages between him and Josh to when they were on a talking basis. And the night they chose to sext each other.

Oh, so you want me to talk dirty to you, huh babe? Tyler had been living off these messages. He doesn't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. It wasn't like he was still seeing Josh. But Josh opened his mind. He had never sexted til now, and scroll through the old messages, as his other hand wrapped around himself.

Can't wait to hold you, want to press my dick up against you while you beg for it. Tyler bit his lip, his toes already starting to curl as his mind already played from the many times that had happened. And how he wants more.

Don't worry, you'll fucking love it. I'll make sure you're nice and stretch before I flip you over take you and you'll be in so much pleasure. I'll make sure you feel good.

Tyler's hands strolled down til his finger rubbed at his entrance. He felt Andrew's cum began to spill out of him from the way he was sitting. But at that moment, as Tyler pushed his finger, it wasn't his husbands. It was Josh's cum. Warm inside him, and Tyler wants more.

He pressed til he's down to his knuckle, slowly thrusting into himself til he crooks his finger and presses against the one spot he needed his husband to. Gonna hop on me, baby. Tell me I'm the only that can make you feel good?

Tyler was quick to go to three fingers, his mind instantly believing Josh was thrusting into him, the man so thick and Tyler needed it. He needed it now. He had no toys, just his fingers and he whined. He pushed in another, four fingers inside him and he could stop his body from shaking as he continuously rubbed against his prostate.

Can't wait to make that face so messy with my cum. You're mine, now. Tyler's cock had twitched as he read the message, a moan sounding out. He wanted to cover his mouth but as he scrolled, his fingers pressed to the screen in pleasure. He saw the pictures he had sent. But the ones Josh had.sent, made pleasured tears rise.

"Oh fuck," he whispered to himself. Josh's cock, was red and drizzling cum on his phone. The thought of all that filling him up made a hand wrap around his dick and his fingers go faster. Few more pumps of iridescent pleasure later, Tyler had spilled, using the backside of the toilet as leverage. His sight hazy at the feel of post orgasm run through his body like magic.