Persuasion
Talked into it.
George and Jordan:
“Stop. Please.”
“Stop? Really?” he questioned.
“Yes, I said stop.”
“I heard you.” he assured. “But when I look into your eyes, I don’t see ‘stop’. I see a wee bit of fear. I see questioning. I see panic. But I also see yearning… a yearning to surrender… to be wanted… to give up the fight.”
“Please.”
“OK, convince me. If you make me believe you don’t want this, I’ll stop. I promise. No hard feelings. But make me believe that you don’t want to feel my body against yours. That you’re not aware of my every breath. That the trembling I can feel in your body is a hard ‘no’ not an excited invitation… oh, and tell your cock. too. I can feel your erection, just as you can feel mine.
“I can’t do this. I’m married.”
“You’re married to Rob, aren’t you? Rob who’s over there being fucked stupid by Steve. It’s not a problem for either of them, so why should it be for you? They’re both having a great time. Rob’s face is saying he loves having Steve’s knob sliding in and out of him. He’s relishing every inch. You can do this, you just have to let yourself. Go on, let go.
“I can’t.”
“I think you can. If you really couldn’t you wouldn’t have kissed me back. If you hadn’t wanted it, you’d have turned your mouth away. Instead you let me gently kiss you. You could feel the tenderness of my lips. The softness of the brush of my skin on yours. The tease of me taking your bottom lip between my teeth and lightly pulling on it. If you hadn’t wanted it you would not have opened your lips when I started to lick. Your tongue would never have met mine and they’d never have danced together. Your jaw would have stayed clamped shut rather than opening and we would never have spent so long gradually building up to a beautiful, full-on grinding snog that left us so breathless we both had to pause to ‘come down’. I think you can. “
“Oh. No. I mean… Oh.”
“Open your eyes. Go on. Look into mine. Convince me that you don’t want this and I’ll stop. There are plenty of other men here. I’m sure I can get a fuck or two… but I want to fuck you. You make me so horny it’s not true. That sigh you let go a few moments ago wasn’t resignation or annoyance. It was desire. You want me. You know you do. I can feel it in you. See it in you. And I want you. But something’s stopping you and fighting me. I love the fight in you but hate it too. Just let go and we’ll both have a fantastic time.”
“But…”
“No buts, well not that kind anyway. Nubs, yes, but no buts. Your little nubs are giving you away. They’ve gone hard and they’re issuing an invitation to my mouth and tongue that can’t be denied. Just let go. Stop resisting. When my breath plays over your cute little nips they seem to love it. Oh, and when I tickle one with the tip of my tongue, how you sigh. You want me to suck them. I can see it. Go on, let your eyes close. Feel my tongue and lips on your nipple. Gently sliding over it. Circling it. Moist and stimulating. Is the other nip ready? I think so. This time I'm going to suck... and nibble... maybe even bite.
“No!”
"I'm not convinced. You're not making me believe you don't want this. First one nip, then the other. Feel the roughness of my tongue, and, when I do this, feel the smoothness of it. Feel the hardness of my teeth, then just a suggestion of pain as I bite a little too hard but then soothe it with some long swipes. Oh... there's a suggestion of a smile. You haven't noticed but I’m not pinioning your wrists to the wall any more. Yet your arms are still there, like a cactus. You're surrendering to me."
In Jordan’s head:
"Oh God. You better be on your way to giving me a good fucking. Every pore of me is telling me not to give in to you. That I should have nothing to do with you but I do feel good.
The breath-taking kisses. The remarkable nipple play. I'm fighting so hard but all I want now is your cock in my hole. Oh fuck, yes! I don't care that I'm lying on the floor by the wall… my last stand. I don't care that I've flipped my legs on to my chest to give you easy access. Just fuck me. And do it well. I don't need to say it. You know. My resistance has, as the saying goes, been futile.
That's it! The feel of your lubed-up fingers on my pucker! With your chub you'll need at least three fingers to loosen me up first so just get on with it. Oh! Fuck! When the tip of your finger sweeps across my prostate like that!
Just stop faffing around! Your fingers feel fab but I want your cock. Come on! Never mind rubbing your length on my hole. Get inside! I'd love it normally but you wound me up so much with your persuasion I just need to feel your dick inside me.
Yes, that's it. Ahhhhhgh! Yes! Let the head push open my lips and slide in. Yes! Yes! That's what I want. I feel so full with your whole length in me. Ohhhhh! Yup, go on, use all of it. Length is great but girth is often better. Out and in. In and out. Yeah! Wow! Oh my! You can do that circling thing, not just piston it in and out. I’d forgotten about that…I haven't had someone stir my pot like that for so long!
OK, you might have convinced me to give you my ass but that's all you get. You are good at fucking but my eyes and my heart are my own. All you are is a skilled dick. It might make my hole ‘sing’: you might make me ‘fly’ but you’re nothing.
Go on, ramp it up. Back and forth. Yes! Oh my! Come on, I want your cum. You're close, I can feel it. I'm getting close too, working my length as you fuck me. Yeah! That's it, a bit harder. Go on. Let go! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
I love it when my arse is flooded with jizz and I shoot my own up onto my chest!"
"Oh. OK. Bye."
This story was written as part of a Naked Men Talking Writing Workshop, in response to the prompt "Talked into it". Copyright remains with the author - this story cannot be republished or distributed without the consent of the author.
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