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13 - Rim

3:46pm 

Brian slides my pants down to my knees and rolls my body until I’m face down on the couch. I arch my back and get a chill just feeling his warm breath on the small of my back. It’s always the anticipation that does me in.

I guess the sleep deprivation and the million things on my mind and the full stomach make it all a little too much, but one swipe of his tongue and my eyes tear up. I start to whimper at three licks, buck after four. He laughs as he restrains me and goes to work.

The gentle tip of his warm, wet tongue gliding in just the right place is the most amazing sensation. His hands are big and easy and tender as they move my skin so his tongue can navigate where it wants. I try to swallow, I try to breathe, I try to think, but it’s futile.

Brian’s tongue just does things to me.

His tongue is wide and long and soft and wet, but it’s also strong and experienced (that’s where things get good.) Brian can do the most unbelievable things with his tongue.

I read this article online (don’t ask me how my web surfing brings me to destinations like this) about how the human tongue is underappreciated. Basically the author said we have to care for our tongues and respect our tongues and understand our tongues. I figured this guy didn’t know many gay men. We’re all about tongues.

Anyway, the article started with an amusing tongue twister, he wanted you to attempt to say ‘unique New York’ three times fast. I failed miserably. I could barely get it out once at a normal pace. The phenomenon of why that phrase was so hard to string together made me crazy. Of course when I asked Brian to try it a few days later he did it without skipping a beat. Bastard.

The article went on to describe the internal and external muscles in the tongue, which are some of the strongest muscles in the human body. It talked about the fleshy muscles’ ability to roll and wrap and perform amazing feats.

I remember near the end of the article the author referred to the tongue as a rippling mass of muscle and I nearly came in my pants. When I realized I was hard from reading an anatomy article I laughed so loud I woke Brian up. He came out grumbling about what an obnoxious loud mouth I am. I explained what happened and before I knew it I was face down on the floor getting rimmed.

I haven’t felt the same way about tongues since that night.

He shifts a pillow under my hips and moves my pants down further to free my legs. His breathing starts to increase and intensify; I feel warms bursts of air huff out of his nose and onto my skin. The staccato rhythm makes my stomach turn over. Just thinking about his lungs struggling to take in air while his tongue is buried deep inside of me makes me want to come.

Rimming is different than fucking for me. It’s…well it’s intimate in a different way. When Brian’s tongue moves into me as his hands grip my hips, I just feel like he wants to crawl inside me and get lost. It’s the most unbelievable feeling to have someone want you in that way. To have someone like Brian want you in that way.

It always feels a little dirty too, which I like. I always think ‘hey, that’s my ass that your tongue is in.’ It makes it all a little dangerous and a little taboo. I mean sex is dangerous and sex is sticky and sex is a little gross, but it’s totally hot for those reasons. Rimming takes that one step further.

And Brian loves to rim.

You’d probably never catch him admit that he enjoys sliding his tongue up my ass and eating me out until I’m bucking and screaming. But, he does. He told me once that he does so I don’t need him to announce it to the world.

One night we were at Deb’s having dinner with everyone and Brian, like always, was finding ways to touch my thighs, kiss my neck, basically drive me insane. When Deb offered coffee and dessert I enthusiastically accepted. Then Brian leaned over and whispered “I had a different kind of dessert in mind.” I smirked but kept eyeing my slice of cake. Then he added, “I want to eat your ass until you come so hard you’re blind. I love sticking my tongue in your hole more than I love sticking my dick in there.” I think Brian had way too much wine with dinner but I’ve always remembered that comment.

Today, just like that night, he takes his time and makes it count. The louder I moan the deeper his tongue goes. The more I beg, the faster it moves. When I start to shake, he pets my back and slows down the pace until I regain some control. When I demand to come he laughs and keeps right on going.

Finally, when Brian deems that my brain is mush and my whimpering should end, he lets me come. It’s blinding, it’s heart thumping, it’s a little painful, but it’s perfect.

I lay face down into the cushion until I can’t breathe and I finally roll my head to the side with a goofy grin on my face.

“My poor, poor ass,” I laugh as Brian moves me so he can lie down beside me.

“Your poor ass? There has never been a more well treated ass in the history of asses.” He lays down and puts his arms around me and sticks his face into the crook of my neck and lets his legs tangle with mine.

I nudge his crotch with my hip, “You?” I murmur as I yawn.

“It’s fine,” his eyes close and he adds, “Naptime.”

“Mmm, but you?” I nudge his half-erect dick again.

“It’s fine, sleep.”

“Okay,” I murmur into his hair. And my final thought before I drift off is that I should pull my pants up over my poor, abused ass. 

4:28pm

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