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You'd only planned to surprise your old friend Gator by spooking him a little, not by scaring the absolute shit out of him.
He had told you about his "accident" over text, but nothing could have really prepared you for seeing it in person. Gator Tillman-, the little nepo cop baby that he had always been, stumbling around his bedroom post-shower in just a towel, struggling to find where he'd left his pants.
"I swore I left those fuckers on the bed!"
He had, of course. But they were balled up in your hands as you watched your friend pitifully slap the comforter while swearing under his breath. It was when Gator honest to God whined that you gave yourself up. Nothing was worse than a frenemy that was no longer a worthy adversary. You tossed the jeans right onto the bed, startling him as if he were a shell-shocked alleycat. He stumbled over his own feet and knocked into the side of the bed, losing grip on the towel.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ! Who's in here?! I'm armed!"
You had no doubts there. But how in the hell would that help? More than likely the fucker would have shot his own dick off.
Speaking of dicks, your eyes lowered to Gator's exposed lower half. That definitely felt like an invasion of the man's privacy, no doubt...but-, Gator was hung. Like remarkably so. Your jaw dropped a little as it swung sadly against the ex-cop's hairy thigh. He dropped to his knees in search of the towel while still demanding that you reveal yourself, even though you were stood directly in front of him. You had always heard that if you lost one of your five senses, the other four were supposed to pick up the slack. Either Gator was just new to the game, or he'd been unfortunately skipped when it came to that advantage.
He reached out wildly and ended up coming into contact with your hip. You didn't bother moving. Actually coming into contact with something had freaked Gator out even more. He flung himself backwards and subsequently fell against the bed and then onto the floor, landing on his ass.
"Hey, Tillman. Long time no see-, uh. Sorry. Bad taste."
Gator's breath heaved within his bare chest as his bandaged face turned upwards in your direction. It made you wonder what could have possibly happened to blind him so badly. He clearly couldn't see a thing, gauze bandages be damned.
"You...were you hiding in here just to freak me out? Dumb bitch..."
You giggled. You couldn't help it. Tormenting Gator had always been one of your favorite past times. It had been that way all through school, and since your pursuits for a college degree had fallen through...bothering the clueless lawman had been a fun hobby you still indulged in on occasion. You watched as Gator pulled the towel back over his naked waist, and if you were honest you were kind of sad to have the sight taken away. It had been a surprisingly nice view. He shuffled miserably back against the bed and fell silent.
That was unusual. Typically, you and Gator would trade insults. He'd call you a slut. White trash. You'd call him a virgin. A pussy. And then you would both crack open beers and exchange pleasantries. But Gator didn't seem to be in the mood. In fact, he didn't seem to have any of his old fire whatsoever. His head dropped back against the blanket and he sighed miserably.
"Well, get on with it. I bet you love seeing me like this. No job. No future. Nothin...no ey-, well." Gator swallowed hard.
He looked cold. Goosebumps pebbled across his exposed flesh. You'd never noticed all the moles and beauty marks before. All the freckles and body hair. The gentle cut of his jaw trembled as he swallowed. But you had always noticed that Gator was kind of pretty for a man. His hair bugged you-, that shellacked gel look was repulsive, but a freshly washed Gator didn't carry that fault. His dark hair was still damp, curling slightly against his neck and forehead. Even without eyes he managed to wear an expression full of misery.
"You really...you won't be able to see again?"
Gator slowly shook his head. "Nuh-uh. So go ahead. Yuck it up."
"I can't do that."
"Why not? It's what you came for."
He wasn't wrong. You'd certainly come to fuck with him-, you always came over just to fuck with him...but now it seemed mean.
"I can't because I'm not heartless, Tillman. You can't fight me back like that. Blind. Wet. Naked."
His face reddened at the word naked. You watched his hands pull the towel tight over his waist.
"You could. I deserve it. I'm fucking pathetic...always have been."
"That's not true..."
You'd heard how Gator's old man talked to him. More than likely, that's where this new self awareness was coming from, but you decided not to point that out.
"It is. I know it. You know it. Everybody reminds me all the time," Gator's voice hitched as he stifled back a wet sounding sob. "Dump on me. And go. Get it over with, please..."
That's when Gator started to cry. You couldn't believe it. Your nemesis, the person you loved to hate the most...damn, did you feel bad for the guy. You dropped to your knees and slid closer to him on the floor.
"Hey...knock that off. I'm not trying to hurt you,"
Gator snorted and wiped a healthy amount of snot and drool off his face with his forearm. His cheeks were soaked with tears and run off from his nose from all the crying.
"That's new for you, then."
That really made you feel like a heel. For years you assumed Gator enjoyed trading put downs. Maybe he'd always seen you as a bully.
"I meant it...I can't fuck with you, at least like that. And hey, how come you never mentioned being hung like Seabiscuit?"
Gator's jaw went slack as he choked on his own spit. You'd clearly confused him.
"Huh? What are you sayin?"
"That,"
You yanked the towel off Gator's lap, making him yelp. He lurched forward in an attempt at taking it back while simultaneously trying and failing to cover his dick with one hand.
"Give me that back, c'mon."
"You sure you want it?
You'd tossed the wet towel behind you in favor of running your hands up Gator's pale thighs. You felt him shiver under your touch and that vulnerability went straight to the fire that had ignited within you once you had seen Gator naked.
"What the hell are you doin?"
"C'mon. You've never thought about me touching you like this before? If you say no, I'll know your lying."
Gator didn't argue. He spread his thighs open instead, letting you take hold of his cock. He was already perking up and you touching him made him release a soft, whiny whimper that only encouraged you more.
"Why, though? Why now?"
"I wanna show you that not everything has to be miserable-, is that so bad?"
"N-no..." Gator stuttered as you started to work his semi in your hand. He bit into his own lip and swallowed hard. "I don't want a pity fuck from you."
"Didn't say we were fuckin, did I? Don't get ahead of yourself, Tillman."
Gator nodded. His head was down, and had he been able, he would have watched as you slowly started to jerk him off. His own fingers dragged along his thighs, leaving long white lines in his flesh.
"You uh...you really think I'm big?"
You rolled your eyes, which was a waste since he wouldn't have seen it. You swept your thumb back and forth over the head until Gator was not-so subtly bucking up into your touch.
"Like you didn't know. I know you've got zero game, but-,"
"Pft. I do. I did. Shut up," he winced as you took your hand away to pinch the inside of his thigh.
"Make me shut up, then."
You reached for Gator's hand and slid his fingers through your hair. And although he willingly collected it in his hand, held it even at the back of your skull, he didn't seem to understand what you were doing until your mouth covered the red tip of his dick.
"Oh, Jesus Christ yes..."
"Don't bring him into this-,"
You lapped at his cock, inching him into your mouth to become acquainted with your tongue. Gator whined openly at that, tugging softly on your hair as you let him move back a little further into your throat. He really was big, thick too-, the length had you easily drooling onto the man's balls. He was fun to tease. Every small touch or simple movement had him vocalizing his clear descent past the point of no return. You could have him spent in a minute, if you so desired. Part of you wanted to let him finish so that you could work him up all over again. Maybe if you sat on his pretty cock he would start to cry. Seeing Gator blubber like he had before had done something wicked to your brain, and every part of you instantly ached when you thought about watching that kind of scene repeat.
You pulled off of Gator's thick cock with a wet, satisfying pop. He blindly reached for your head again, whimpering when you kissed his fingers instead.
"I was so close...why'd you quit?" Gator asked softly, his breath hitching when you licked the digits close to your mouth.
"I wanna try something. I think you'll love it, but I need you to trust me. Okay?"
Gator looked instantly nervous, but he nodded.
"Whatever you want...I just...I just wanna come,"
"You will. Promise." You climbed up off the carpet and held out a hand, capturing Gator's with your own. "Can you get up on the bed?"
He nodded and slid up onto the sheets, scooting until he found the center.
"Like this?"
"Sorta." You jumped into the bed beside Gator. "Can you get on your hands and knees?"
Watching Gator get confused never really got old. His neck tilted back, face turned towards the direction of your voice.
"What, like a dog?"
"Yeah, bent over. Like I'm about to fuck you."
Gator made a weird, snorting sound like the suggestion was ridiculous. His whole face turned a splotchy red.
"Why?"
"I'm gonna eat you out."
The silence in the air was tangible. Gator's mouth had fallen open before he made that little surprised noise again.
"Like...my as-, wait. You want to-,"
You laughed, set your hands on his knees. Gator squirmed when you began to stroke along the insides of his thighs. He was pretty hairy, which suited him. It felt nice on your skin as you stroked your palms back and forth. The hair was a lot thicker and darker the closer you got to his cock. Your hands roamed upwards and you teased his balls by rolling them around in your palm until Gator's breath hitched.
"Yeah. I want to fuck your little ass with my tongue until you're begging me to let you finish. That sound so bad to you?"
You kissed Gator once on the mouth. He leaned in, let your tongue immediately inside past his chapped lips. He tasted like toothpaste and the shitty candy scent of his vape.
"No...it doesn't sound bad, I guess."
You waited for Gator to get up onto his knees. He rolled over, bent forward. He was slow to bend, like he was embarrassed knowing you were right behind him to see.
"Fuck," you whispered under your breath.
Gator was gorgeous in such a vulnerable position. His thick thighs were hairy, just like the nest of curls you had found by his balls. This was consistent towards his back end all the way towards his pert little opening. It fluttered when you touched it with your fingertip, unfurling just slightly as you circled the edges. Gator whined at the touch, his throat sounding wet.
"You really gonna...like use your mouth on me like that? Isn't that gay?"
"Dunno. Would you rather a man stuck his tongue in your ass?"
"No." Gator grunted. "I want you to do it."
"I'm flattered, sweetheart."
You'd simply let that slip, but Gator's reaction to the pet name was visible. His whole body had trembled under your gaze.
"Oh ho, that got you, huh? You wanna be my sweetheart...my baby?"
Gator was silent at that. You leaned in and licked at his little hole a few times before pausing. He squirmed as your touch vanished from his skin.
"Oh come on...please don't keep stoppin..."
"I'll keep going. Just tell me what you want, baby boy?"
You watched as Gator's thighs trembled. His cock was just as hard as ever, rigid and leaking all over the sheet below.
"Eat me out...eat my ass, please...I want it, oh fuck...please-,"
You'd started rubbing your thumb against Gator's hole mid sentence. You leaned in and spat on the ring of muscle, watching as it fluttered around the suggestion of your digit pushing inside.
"You like being my baby? Say it."
"Yeah. Wanna be your baby. Want to be good for you, mama."
A familiar burst of heat bloomed in your midsection. You hadn't expected Gator to turn you on that much, but all the begging...his weak, vulnerable state. It was a lot to take in and while it felt wrong it was still so good.
To reward Gator you lapped a few times along the crack of his ass, pointedly skipping his entrance with each swipe of your tongue. Your thumb edged inside, just a little, and immediately Gator began to rut back towards you with his hips. His cock swayed between his thighs and even though you hadn't said anything-, he didn't touch himself. Didn't dare to.
Not without you giving him the permission.
"You look pretty like this, Gator. Never could have imagined I'd be saying that."
Gator's back arched slightly as he pressed his face down into a pillow. You watched as he spread open slightly more for you, limbs still shaking with uncertainty as he moved around on the bed.
"I don't think I even believe your saying that now. Must be a fuckin' dream."
He sounded fairly convinced of that, his hardened resolve cracking as you wet his opening with your tongue. Your thumb was gone, Gator's firm cheeks met your palms as you squeezed and kneaded his ass. You kept him in your hands as your tongue dipped into the clutch of heat. The noises Gator made were obscene-, panting and whining into the pillow like you were reaching in and dismantling him from the inside. It spurred you on to continue, to get even more of a reaction.
You slapped the left side of his ass hard. You could see the flesh shake in your peripherals, heard Gator bark out a rough groan. But you didn't stop filling Gator with what he so clearly wanted. Your tongue fucked into his hole slowly at first, working a little faster whenever his body seemed to want to tremble against your palms. You spanked him again and made his knees buckle, and only then did you take a breath just to catch a glimpse of his face.
Gator had two fistfuls of bedsheets in his grip. He'd tugged on them so roughly they'd come off the corners and remained stuck in between his fingers. You let your hand stroke down the inside of his thigh, milking such a gorgeous moan out of him that you probably could have gotten off of just listening to the sound on repeat. You touched the other thigh as well before cupping Gator's balls in your hand.
"Someone wants to come, don't they?"
For a second Gator couldn't even speak. He choked on the words, forearms struggling to keep him upright on the mattress.
"Please...can I please? Fuck, it's so much. Feels so damn good-,"
You pet his tight sack with your palm lazily, not letting your fingers touch any part of his dick. His soaked hole clutched around nothing at all. You watched curiously as it winked open, shut. Open again. You kitten licked it just to listen to Gator start to cry out curse words under his breath.
"Mama, please?"
His tone was just so genuinely wanton that you couldn't say no.
"Flip onto your back, baby. I got you."
Gator was shaking as he turned over, as he slowly laid back on the mattress in front of you. His stomach was coated with streaks of wet precome. It dotted his happy trail and had kissed his belly button. You swept a finger through it and made an obvious sucking sound with your mouth so that Gator would know exactly what you had done.
"Mama...please. Please, oh God-,"
The last bit was possibly an actual declaration calling for genuine divine intervention. You'd taken your wet finger and pressed it inside of Gator's ass. His hole was so wet and needy from your tongue that it went easily-, and you buried it all the way towards your knuckle. In the same few seconds your free hand grabbed Gator's heavy, damp cock and began to stroke it lazily as though you had all the time in the world.
"Wanna feel something nice, baby?"
"Yes please, mama, want it-,"
You curled your finger back towards itself, brushing where you sorted his prostate to be. It'd worked-, Gator nearly pulled a muscle jerking back into the bed, onto your hands. It seemed like a privilege to watch his whole body tighten and clench as he fought tooth and nail to reach an orgasm.
"More. Again, mama. Again, please-,"
Gator came in your fist just from a second nudge to the sensitive area. He made an absolute mess out of both of you. There were wet streaks on your skirt. On his chest, the bed. Even Gator's own cheek. He was sobbing under the eye bandages-, apparently he could still manage it. Real tears were pouring down his face yet again. You slowly slid your finger out from his ass and wiped up with his sheets. As gently as you could, you wiped his stomach off too.
"Baby?" You called after a minute. You couldn't leave him like that. Sobbing and dirty and just a wreck.
Gator perked up at your voice. He seemed to be struggling with what to say, clearly torn between thoughts.
"Can I...can I hold you? If you have to go, it's fine. I get it-,"
Before he could finish the sentence, you fell beside him in the bed. Knowing he wouldn't touch without asking, you reached for his arm and pulled him close, nuzzling his face against your chest. He was still wet, and there was come drying on his cheek, but you didn't really care. You wiped him clean and kissed the top of his head when you were finished.
For awhile Gator felt stiff in your arms, like he wasn't really sure how to respond to being held in that way. But when you began to card your fingers through his hair, when you threw the blanket over the both of you and made it clear you weren't going anywhere-, only then did he start to relax. He nosed along your collarbone, peppering it with kisses. When you didn't stop him he held your breasts in his hands and laid his face against them for awhile over your shirt. His breathing slowed and he was soon soft in your arms. Sleepy. His breath was hot on your skin as you traced shapes on his bare back under the blanket.
"I know I can't fix whatever the hell is going on. Hope I made something feel better at least,"
Gator chuckled. It was low and husky, like he was on the verge of passing out.
"You did a lot. Not just the getting me off stuff, which I'd like to...you know...return the favor? If you'll let me?"
You felt Gator's hand curiously slide up beneath your skirt. He caught a handful of your ass over your underwear and cupped it in his palm. You didn't admit it to him, but the touch of his fingers slowly circling your bare skin was driving you crazy.
"Maybe. If you're a good boy."
"I will be. I promise...mama."