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After a long day at work, all Alex wanted to do was come home and drop into bed. He was coming off of a night shift in the emergency department, and it was getting closer and closer to the Fourth of July, meaning idiots were setting off fireworks in their faces and coming in missing fingers regularly. God, he hated being in rural Virginia sometimes. He dropped his backpack next to the door, shutting and locking it behind him. At six AM, the sun was cresting over the mountains behind his house, shining in through the window. Alex eyed the sunshine like it had personally offended him.
He scrubbed a hand over his face, feeling the stubble that built up after a twelve-hour shift. At least he was off until Saturday, though even that filled him with dread. Saturday was Independence Day. Fuckers always put the residents on duty on the worst holidays. He didn’t make it three steps into his dining room before he caught sight of something that definitely didn’t belong there.
Michael. Sitting in a chair, facing the hallway he’d just come from. Alex hadn’t even noticed him at first, eyes skipping over him like he had a forcefield around him. Alex gave him a tired smile, “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. I didn’t even know you were back.”
The killer said nothing, arms crossed over his chest. He was dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a slightly-too-tight white shirt, and Alex was briefly proud at his ability to, apparently, teach an old dog new tricks, as the man had clearly showered and changed into clean clothes like Alex had taught him to. Pulled by the magnetic force that Michael seemed to have, Alex stepped closer, invading his space. Michael shifted, spreading his thighs to allow Alex to step between them. Big, scorching hot hands squeezed his hips, dipping under his tee to settle on his skin, thumbs hooking under the waistband of his jeans. A breathy sound escaped Alex not entirely of his own volition. Maybe Michael wasn’t the only one who’d been taught new tricks, as all it took was the tilt of a masked head and a few questing fingers to have him shaking off his weary disposition in favor of something more lascivious.
“Fuck, yes, Michael, god, please touch me,” Alex begged, his hands coming to settle on the man’s shoulders, squeezing the firm muscle. For a guy in his mid-sixties, Michael was solid in his grip, age not decreasing his mass at all. The proof of that was staring him in the face when he looked down at Michael from his new vantage point. His firm, bulging pectorals, clearly visible through the tight shirt.
Alex may or may not have had a slight… thing for Michael’s chest. Something about a pair of strong, meaty tits just drove him wild. He was distracted from those perfect pecs by Michael’s thick fingers popping the button of his jeans, sticking a hand into Alex’s boxers and fisting his still mostly soft cock. Alex’s eyes slipped shut, blood rushing south as he stiffened in Michael’s firm grip. “Mm, Michael, fuck, your hands feel so good,” he groaned, leaning against the man. As if in reward, Michael’s other hand squeezed his hip hard enough to bruise before sliding up his side, massaging the sensitive skin of his waist. The touch was as grounding as it was arousing.
He retracted his hands from Michael’s shoulders just long enough to take the edge of his tee and pull it up over his head, dropping it to the floor. The hand on Alex’s side immediately left, tracing up his front to just over his heart, where calloused fingers splayed possessively over a series of scars. Neat, precise cuts, white against Alex’s tanned skin: MINE . His heart flip-flopped pathetically as Michael carefully dragged his finger along the scars, acknowledging his claim.
Alex shifted in Michael’s grip, hands going to the man’s broad shoulders as he kneeled on Michael’s thick thighs, arms wrapping around his neck. He leaned into Michael’s space, curling to press a kiss to the lips of the man’s mask. Michael rewarded him with a teasing pull to his cock, twisting on the upstroke. Alex smiled against the latex lips, pulling back so he could just barely see the glint of Michael’s eyes in the morning sun, “Can I try something?”
Michael paused his motions, head tilting, regarding Alex. “It’s nothing invasive, I promise. All you have to do is take off your shirt,” he explained. He had a feeling that if he could see the man’s face, he’d be seeing a raised brow and a questioning eye. However, Michael did remove his hands from Alex, something that made him arch, already goosebumps raising on his hot skin where the man’s hands had been. He pulled off the white shirt, letting it fall to the floor without a care.
Alex licked his lips, wetting them. “Fuck, babe, you’re so fucking hot,” he breathed, hands sliding down Michael’s shoulders and onto his chest, giving it a squeeze. Sparse silver hair decorated the man’s pectorals, and Alex reveled in dragging his fingers through it. He slid from Michael’s lap to the floor, hands ghosting down Michael’s sides. He was all muscle, covered in a layer of fat that softened his edges, and god, it turned Alex on. He ghosted his hands over the tent in Michael’s sweatpants, one hand diving under the waistband to grab his solid, fire-hot cock, gathering precum to smooth the stroke of his fist over the hot length of it. His other hand returned to Michael’s chest, squeezing one of his meaty tits. “God, I love your chest,” Alex moaned, rocking against one of Michael’s legs as he kissed the man’s sternum, dragging his tongue over the hot flesh. He tasted clean, and Alex was almost upset he hadn’t caught the man before he’d cleaned up. Fuck, what he would give for the salty-skin taste of Michael on his tongue. He looked up and caught Michael’s eye where he was staring down at Alex. He’d be worried the man didn’t like it, if it weren’t for his somewhat relaxed posture, the deep, steady breaths, and the way his hips shifted into the pull of Alex’s grip around his cock.
Alex decided to try his luck, and pressed a kiss right over Michael’s heart before dragging his lips along the man’s firm chest, catching a nipple between his lips and running his tongue over the bud. Michael’s cock jumped in his hand, and Alex smiled against the hot flesh of his chest. Alex sealed his lips over the nub and sucked, tongue swirling around the quickly firming flesh. He pulled back, admiring the pert nipple capping that beautiful, meaty tit. Alex dove back in, this time bringing his teeth into play, scraping them over the sensitive flesh. This time, he was rewarded with a quiet exhale from Michael, so slight he almost missed it. Alex bit down lightly and felt the man’s cock pulse, thickening even more in his grip, until Alex’s hand could barely wrap around it. He switched sides, laving Michael’s other nipple with his tongue, repeating the process until both buds were peaked. Alex noted with pleasure that Michael’s chest was flushed. Good, he wasn’t the only one enjoying this. He ground his dick against Michael’s solid leg. “Will you let me do one more thing? Then I promise you can fuck me as hard as you want, baby,” Alex cajoled, trying to get the man to let him take his tit worship a little bit further.
Michael, as usual, was silent, but after a moment, he nodded, the movement so slight that Alex almost missed it. “Mmm, I love you, Michael,” Alex moaned, hand leaving Michael’s cock as he stood, placing his dick chest level with the serial killer. Perfect. Michael’s breath caught at his words, like it always did, and Alex leaned down to press another kiss against his masked lips. “I love you Michael, and I love these muscled tits of yours,” he told the man, one hand braced on the back of the chair while the other guided his cock to the valley between Michael’s pectorals, thrusting his cock against the hard surface of the man’s sternum. He let his cock go, instead squishing one of Michael’s tits, forcing the flesh against his cock as it slipped against the skin, smearing precum and sweat over his chest. God, he wasn’t gonna last long at all. Michael was alternating between staring down at his cock and up at Alex’s red face, seeming a little stunned by the smaller man’s audacity. Alex didn’t currently give a fuck, though, too focused on the slide of his cock between those strong, bulging pectorals. God, it wasn’t fair that Michael could be so fucking attractive. He bit his lip, eyes rolling back as he felt surprisingly soft skin slipping over his cock, wet with sweat and salty pre. He came with a breathy moan, cum splattering Michael’s chest, going so far as to land on Michael’s downturned mask. Alex’s hand shot to his cock, furiously stroking it to force out the rest of his seed, dribbling onto Michael’s perfect tits. “God, fuck, Michael…” Alex moaned, hands shaking as he grasped the man’s shoulders. Michael watched him like a scientist watched an experiment, unmoving, passively observing as the doctor came down from the high of his orgasm. Alex dropped to the floor, cracking his kneecaps against the lacquered wood. His mouth returned to Michael’s mask, licking his semen off the mask, tracking the path of it down his lover’s chest, salty and bitter and perfect, until he reached the valley between his tits. He mouthed at the skin there, licking up sweat and cum, rubbing his face in it before continuing his way down. His hands pulled at the waistband of Michael’s sweatpants, and Alex felt his hips lift just enough for him to tug them down. Michael’s cock sprang free, swaying under its own hefty weight. Alex felt himself drool at the sight.
He didn’t waste time, diving down to swallow the man’s thick cock. He went so fast he nearly gagged on it, pulling back to kiss down the shaft, tongue laving the velvety skin, tasting precum and a musky sweat that was distinctly Michael . He felt like a rabid animal, almost frothing at the mouth to have the man’s cock down his tight, hot little throat. One of Michael’s hands fisted in his curly hair, forcing him to slow. Alex looked up at him, adoring and hungry, as the man guided him to swallow his cock, throat working as he went to the base, burying his nose in coarse silver hair. Fuck, he smelled so good. Alex worked his throat around the girth of Michael’s cock, feeling drool and pre slide down his chin, dripping onto Michael’s sweats. The man’s cock pulsed in his throat, and Alex would have grinned had his mouth not been stretched to capacity. It seemed like neither one of them would last very long today. He bobbed his head, drawing up to twirl his tongue around the flared head of the man’s cock before swallowing him back down, moaning like a whore the entire time.
Michael’s hands tugged at his hair, pulling him up before forcing him down hard, bucking up into his mouth the entire time. It only took a dozen thrusts or so before Michael pulled him off by his hair, one meaty hand coming down to fist his cock, squeezing, as he shot his load all over Alex’s face. Alex moaned, sticking his tongue out to catch some of the salty spunk, Michael letting the velvety tip of his cock rest on his tongue as he stroked himself through the orgasm. He huffed a breath, his hand gentling in Alex’s hair, stroking the abused, sweaty locks. Alex cleaned his cock dutifully, tongue swiping lightly over the skin there to clean the milky fluid from the tip of his cock.
He looked up at Michael, eyes soft, “That was great, Michael.” His hands stroked over the man’s thighs. “Wanna take a nap before round two?”
mads_mikk Mon 24 Jul 2023 10:38AM UTC
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