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Trent usually has more self-respect. He doesn't sleep with strangers, especially not strangers from the internet. There was an aura of desperation coming off of this man's profile. The photos were taken with a shaky hand, and his face wasn't fully visible, but his body looked great. He seemed to have a decent understanding of the internet for his age, giving all the proper information and using the lingo. Or maybe he was just a dedicated chaser, Trent wasn't sure.
There was a dull ache spreading from his pussy to his entire body. He knew toys wouldn't do much when he was in this state. He needed something real. Nothing that bad could happen, the worst outcome was time wasted having mediocre sex. The man messaged him first, right as he was about to do the same. Trent decided it had to be a sign.
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"Charles!" Trent cries out, twisting his fingers in the man's hair. He didn't have high expectations, not in the slightest, but he was proven so completely wrong. Charles insisted on eating him out, and Trent agreed reluctantly. He'd prefer to get straight to the point, but Charles didn't seem to care much. He never expected him to be this good. Now Trent was sure he was a chaser, with experience at that. He was drooling out of the corner of his mouth, trying his best not to cum this fast. Charles' tongue feels too good on the underside of his dick, his back arches off the bed. The man pulls him closer by the hips, not letting him get away from the blinding pleasure. He sucks him in, but continues using his tongue too, and that's way too much for Trent. His thighs close around Charles' head involuntarily, but he's sure the man doesn't mind. He releases him after a few seconds, noticing the embarrassingly big amount of cum on his chin. Trent reaches forward to wipe it off, but Charles grabs his wrist when he's about to wipe his hand on the sheets. It should surprise him that he takes his fingers in his mouth, but it still does. His mouth feels hot, and the way he licks his fingers makes Trent's dick throb again.
Charles' fingers are skinny and long, with neatly trimmed fingernails. Trent likes having them in his mouth, but it can't compare to actually having them inside. He can't keep his mouth closed, so he's drooling all over himself, but he stopped caring a long time ago. Charles has him kneel on the bed with his legs spread just enough for his hand to fit between them. There's already a wet stain on the sheets, and it's only getting bigger. "How are you so good at this?" Trent manages to say between whimpers and moans. Charles only shrugs in response. Trent sobs when he hits the same spot repeatedly, it feels weird. "I- I think I have to-" He tries to get away, but Charles stops him with his other hand. "I really have to go..." He pleads, but Charles grunts and only goes harder. Seconds later, the sheets are soaked, Charles' entire forearm is wet, so are Trent's thighs. It takes him a minute to realize what happened. "I didn't know I could do that..." It didn't exactly feel like cumming, but it was a pleasant release nonetheless.
The anxious aura surrounding Charles is perplexing. He knows what he's doing, and he's doing it flawlessly, yet he still seems a second away from breaking down. He hasn't said a word to Trent, either. Trent doesn't want to ask. A thought crosses his head- what if he's cheating? He bit his lip to keep himself from moaning. There was something so exciting about being the person he cheats on his wife with. Charles spreads his thighs wide, making Trent whimper. "I'm not that flexible..." He complains, but Charles doesn't react, he's too focused on getting his dick inside Trent. It slides right in, the sound makes Trent's ears burn with embarrassment.
"Made you wet." Trent didn't expect to hear Charles speak at all, though his voice was nice.
"Y-Yeah..." He mumbles, getting used to the thick cock inside him. Charles moves slowly. His grip on Trent's waist is on the verge of becoming painful. He's restraining himself. "You can go harder, please go harder." He begs.
Charles flips him to his side, Trent's back pressed against his chest. Trent only now realizes how much bigger the man is. He's holding one of his legs up, the other is around Trent's neck. He feels his cock way deeper now. The angle is perfect, Trent is close again only after a few minutes. Charles is still anxious. Trent feels him shiver, feels his eyes on him. "Touch yourself." His voice is quiet and not demanding at all, zero confidence or authority. It's more of a suggestion than a command, but Trent listens anyway. His dick is already sensitive, so only a couple touches are enough.
"Don't stop, don't stop yet, want more." He's slurring his words. "You're the best." He knows saying it might be a bit much, but he means it.
"Thank you." Charles kisses his shoulder.
"I want to ride you." He lets Trent straddle him right away. His thighs are sticky and wet, but Trent's are even more so. He feels full, satisfied and happy. Charles deserves to feel the same, after doing that much for him. He grinds his hips and feels Charles' hands going up his sides, fingers digging into his skin just a bit. Everything feels ten times as strong as it normally would in his oversensitive state, he squirms. His hands stop on his waist, his thumbs go over the small scars on his stomach. He smiles. "You really are knowledgeable..." Trent giggles.
"I noticed earlier." It makes sense why Charles didn't even suggest using condoms.
"Fill me up then, I know you want to." He slams his hips down fast. Charles looks embarrassed and worried, but he gives in easily. He raises his eyebrows and squeezes Trent's ass a bit too hard. His last orgasm is not as intense as the previous ones, but he enjoys riding it out the most.
Cuddling was never something he did with hookups, but it felt natural with Charles. It's impossible to ignore the numerous wet stains on the bed. They both need a shower, and he needs to change the sheets. "I made a mess..." He says quietly.
"My fault." Charles pets his hair. He looks less anxious and paranoid that he did before. Trent wants him to stay the night, or maybe longer. He definitely wants to see him again. He has a feeling he will.