One-Way Ticket to Pound Town

It was going on four months of working six days a week; I was burnt out on everything - work, life, people, myself. All I wanted to do was sleep for at least a week and forget all about my responsibilities. My late-night sneaky link with Whytt was a breath of fresh air; I was still riding the high of a positive experience that wasn't attached to work or home when Zane entered the picture again.

It was my day off and I'd found myself feeling a little frisky. I created a private story on Snapchat and posted a picture of my nipple - I really wanted a hot guy to come over and suck on my nipples, though I knew that the chances of it happening were dismally slim. The night was all but over when I got a snap from Zane, reacting positively to my nipple picture.

We started talking. He really wanted to come over and eat me out, but he had to open at the bar the following morning. I teased him with pictures of my hole and telling him that if he were to come over, I'd remind him just what my dick could do. He admitted that he was really temped to come over, but he really shouldn't. I knew my teasing was a success when he sent me a picture of himself naked with a douche in his hand,

Within the hour he was at my door. I'd brushed my teeth and showered so that I was fresh and clean for whatever Zane wanted to do. We went into the bedroom, and although, we'd been hanging out for almost a year, I found that I was still a little bit nervous. Zane looked around at my apartment, and I couldn't help but wonder if he noticed that I was making a real effort to keep the place clean and tidy - despite my brutal work schedule.

Zane pushed me back onto the bed and slipped out of his tank top and shorts in one fluid motion. As he climbed up the bed toward me, I could just make out the devilish glint in his eyes in the scant lighting; I'd been playing my game and didn't like lights to reflect on the screen. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back so that my hole was up and exposed, then he lined himself up as if he were going to enter me and slowly started to hump me. "I can't believe you let some straight guy fuck you, but you won't let me do it," he said, a joking tone to his voice.

"It wasn't planned. It just...kind of happened."

I did feel bad that I'd let someone else fuck me - not because I was particularly in love with Zane or anything, but I knew how much he wanted to do it.

"Mmmhmmm, sure," he teased, continuing his motions against me. "I promise I'd be gentle. I'd do a much better job than he did."

"He's nowhere near as thick as you are," I argued. "It only hurt because he went too deep from the start and was rough."

"I'd take such good care of your pretty hole."

Zane leaned forward; I thought he was going to kiss me, but he stopped a few inches from my face, his lips going to the tender flesh of my neck. A shiver of delight jolted through me as he worked his way down to my nipples, kissing and sucking on them for a second.

"Do you like your nipples played with?" he asked, peering up at me, "I can't remember."

"Yes, but I like sucking nipples even more."

"That's right, but I don't let you do that much because I'm ticklish."

Zane went back to sucking on first my left nipple and then my right, teasing me just enough that I was like putty in his hands. Before I knew he was sucking my dick. His mouth was warm and wet; I lay there, eyes closed, enjoying the pleasurable sensations. I was grateful that it took a while for me to cum from head; I really wanted to push Zane onto his stomach and fuck him until his ass was full of my cum, but I didn't want to rush things. I knew that as soon as I came, it would be over, and I'd be back to my beige existence.

Zane sucked my dick for a while before he lifted his head. "I want you to sit on my face," he said, grinning devilishly. As he positioned himself against the pillows, I moved into position and gently sat on his face.

His wet tongue on my hole didn't make me horny, but it did send waves of calm and tranquility over my entire body. As much as I was burnt out on human interaction and loved coming home to an empty apartment - except for my cats - I would be more than happy to get eaten out every night after my post-work shower; it would be an even better splurge than the slice of cake or drumstick ice cream I allowed myself after dinner.

I went from sitting on Zane's face to kneeling in downward facing dog for a bit. Every once in a while, he would stop to rub his finger along the pucker of my hole and catch his breath. I felt him pull away and thought for a second that maybe he had had enough - which was not at all like him - but then a light sparked and I realized that he was turning the lamp on. "I want to be able to admire your pretty hole," he said by way of explanation.

Once the light was on, he would pull back to admire my hole. I'd hear him moan deep in his throat and mutter, "fuck!" as if I was giving him head or letting him sink his cock into me.

Zane ate me out for probably around half an hour before he stopped. "I can't stay too long," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I guess I'll let you fuck me now." I laughed, and as I looked for the lube, he asked, "would you ever get tired of that, or would you just keep letting me do it forever, til my jaw gives out?"

"Til your jaw gives out," I confessed, looking for the lube. I was sure I'd left it on my bedside stand, but it was nowhere to be seen. "Fuck, I can't find the lube."

"It's not where you left it after last time we fucked?" He looked and then stopped. "Oh, yeah, you've used it since then when you got fucked by that straight guy."

I knew that he was just kidding, but I was frustrated. Why could I never find something when I wanted it? I walked around to the right side of the bed and looked on the glass table, but the lube wasn't there either. It wasn't on the coffee table beside my bed, or in the drawer of my nightstand. I got down on my hands and needs and stuck my head under the bed to find the lube laying amidst the cardboard shrapnel that had once been the box for my Ouija board - Romana had taken to shredding it to sharpen her claws recently.

I got back into the bed as Zane got on all fours. I squirted a little bit of lube into the palm of my hand and used my thumb to spread it over the index finger of my right hand. I wasn't sure what exactly it was about fingering a hole that got me rock hard, but during my time with Zane I had learned that a surefire way to get me hard - and horny - enough was to spend some time digitally exploring a nice ass.

Zane's pucker was tight, but as my finger slipped in, I could feel it stretching. He winced a little but arched his back. I kept my finger still for several seconds before I started to move it back and forth. With each movement, I could feel his muscles loosening enough that I could go deeper, with more ease. I continued to warm him up with my index finger, biting my lip as I felt myself start to grow erect, imagining how good it would feel when I swapped out my finger for my dick.

Within a few minutes, I was working my middle finger in too. Zane's hole accepted it, and as I fucked him with my fingers and massaged his prostate, I felt him relax and heard his quiet moans of pleasure. One thing I liked about Zane was that he was almost always cleaned out for me; the first time we'd had sex, it had been spur of the moment, but he had managed not to paint my fingers or my dick with his feces. I knew that he had quickly douched before coming over, which was probably why he was so relaxed.

"Ready for something bigger?" I whispered, my left hand unconsciously stroking my hard cock as I continued to move my two fingers inside of him.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice muffled by the blankets.

I added some lube to my hands and rubbed it on my cock before scootching closer and lining myself up with his hole. At first, I wasn't sure I'd gone in, but then the warmth enveloped me and I heard a rush of air escape from Zane's mouth as his hole was penetrated by something bigger than my fingers.

I slowly inched in, patiently sliding until I was in up to my balls. I slowly pulled back until my dick was almost out, and then moved back in. Zane moaned, sending a twinge of pleasure shooting through my dick. Even though I was pretty much mute during sex, I was incredibly turned on when my partner was vocal; I wanted to know that I was doing a good job and making him feel good - as long as the moans were genuine and not just a tactic to make me cum faster.

I slowly increased my pace, not wanting to cum too quickly, but not wanting to draw it out unnecessarily long, either. I knew that Zane had said he only had about an hour before he needed to head home so that he could get to bed, and I was certainly going to need another shower after our session.

I stared at the moles on his lower back as I fucked him - I had never noticed them before; something about them was sexy, though not nearly as sexy as the moans and mewls that were coming from his mouth.

I'm not sure if it was the moans or the fact that I hadn't had any kind of sexual encounter since I'd been with Tyler the month before - except for blowing Whytt - but I found myself feeling incredibly horny. My thrusts increased in speed and force, past where I normally stayed until I finished. I started pounding Zane, slamming into him so hard that he was pushed forward, moaning almost uncontrollably.

"Yeah?" I said, thrusting harder and faster into him with each moan.

"Yeah!" he cried, his voice shaky.

"Whose ass is this?" I asked, grabbing his hip with one hand and using the other to push his head down into the bed.

"Yours," he panted, barely audible.

"It's Daddy's. No one else's. Whose ass is it?"

"Daddy's."

"WHOSE?"

"AH, IT'S YOURS, DADDY. IT'S YOURS, DADDY!"

"Fuck, yeah, it is!" I was fucking him so hard that I felt like I was going to tunnel through into his intestines. My balls tightened as my orgasm neared.
"Fuck, Daddy's gonna cum!"

With a few more thrusts, I emptied myself into him. He cried out when I came, accepting my load like the good boy that he was.

The euphoria washed over me but was quickly replaced with reality. My head was swimming a little as my heart thundered in my chest. I took quick, shallow breaths, trying to slow my pulse and regain my normal breathing.

"Do you have any water?" Zane asked as I pulled out of him and struggled to my feet.

"In the fridge," I answered numbly as I stumbled into the laundry room to wipe myself off with a towel before I furiously washed my hands in the bathroom.

I crossed over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of ice-cold water, swallowing half of it in one gulp. I wasn't sure if it was my anxiety or that my stepdad used to lay on top of me and smother me when I was young, but the feeling of being short of breath instantly sent me into a panic spiral.

Not caring that I was completely naked still, I dropped down onto the couch, willing myself to calm down.

"Where's your towels?" Zane asked, oblivious. "You got lube all over me."

"Laundry room," I croaked, closing my eyes and trying to think of anything that would calm me down.

After Zane wiped himself off he came and stood by me. "Don't die," he teased, smirking.

"I'm lightheaded," I confessed, shaking. "I don't want to pass out."

"Yeah, let's not do that."

After a couple of minutes I felt myself relaxing and got to my feet so that I could jump in the shower. I hoped the initial blast of cold water would help shock my system out of whatever it was that had such a firm grip on it. It helped a little, as did the warm water that followed, and by the time I got out, toweled off, and pulled on my pajamas, I felt more tired than anything.

"You put in quite a lot of work there," Zane said with a smile.

"Yeah, I must've overdone it," I agreed, stretching. "I'm not that out of shape."

Zane was quiet for a moment and then said, "Okay, well, if you're not dying, I need to head out. I have to work in the morning."

I walked him over to the door, unsure if we were going to hug, kiss, or just part ways casually. "Bye!" he said, stepping through the door and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

"Bye."

I got back into bed and willed myself to relax. I continued to be exhausted through the next day.

I'm not sure what came over me in the midst of that tryst, but some primal, animalistic urge took over and although it left me short of breath and lightheaded, I'd be lying if I said I didn't think it was hot. Zane later told me that while he would never be okay with calling someone daddy in a casual conversation, he did enjoy doing it while I pounded him. He went on to say that I had really surprised him and that he thought it was very hot.

Zane knows about Whytt and has given me his blessing. I'm not sure anything will come of Whytt, but when I told Zane, he jokingly said that after my date I should sit on his face, that I knew that he was going to do it so much better, and that no one loves my ass like he does. I'm glad that Zane isn't mad - or hurt - but that also makes me wonder what we even are - or were: friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? I know I'm a pathological overthinker, but I like to have everything clearly defined so I - and no one else - can get hurt.

I wish that life could be simple, that people weren't complex, complicated beings that bring as much joy as they do stress and chaos to your life. Part of me wants to remain single - at least until I have a healthier work-life balance, but another part of me longs to come home to someone who is absolutely crazy about me, who will hold me, and protect me, and listen to me complain about the idiots I had to deal with at work all day. But can I have that if I'm stretched so thinly that I can't return the favor? It would be selfish of me to expect someone to be there to meet all of my needs while forsaking all of his own. I should be used to loneliness by now, but sometimes it digs in deep - like a knife - and I hate myself for it, because I pride myself on being fiercely independent and happy with my solitary life. How can I want two such different things simultaneously? Am I doomed to forever be missing out on one or the other, forever unhappy because I can't have my cake and eat it too?