Overstimmed E8 | I make him squirm even at fine dining

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I didn’t go to the convention with Jonathan, because what he described the event being sounded much more awful than spending the day alone. I did go out to check out the city, but the desert sun was unforgiving and I didn’t spend too much time outside before calling it quits. 

Why not lounge around the nicest hotel room I might ever stay in? 

“Are you in the same position as I left you?” Jonathan says with a laugh when he comes in. He’s wearing a purple shirt with a blue tie and as always, it’s perfectly tailored to show off his arms and chest. 

“Hot.” Very hot. 

“Yeah, I know. I was breaking a sweat just getting out of the limo.” He loosens up his tie. 

I shake my head at his innocence and stand up. My legs are wobbly from laying around all day and I trip over my feet when I walk up to him. 

“You wouldn’t have started the champagne without me, would you?” He chuckles and opens his arms. I hug him, taking in his signature cologne scent. I’ve missed him today. “Hey.”

I look up at him and we kiss gently. He kisses me with no other intention, holding my hips gently while he sucks on my bottom lip lightly. Meanwhile, I have only one thought in my mind.

FUCK ME.

I tighten his tie back up probably too tightly, and while he adjusts his collar, I frantically pull at his belt. 

“Whoa whoa whoa… we have dinner reservations.”

“You don’t take long anyways.” I lean in to kiss him again. I don’t know what’s come over me. Perhaps it’s because I’ve spent the day alone and now his cologne smells so good and…

“It’s in half an hour. And you still need to get dressed.” He kisses me back at the same intensity that I give him. “I got you something.”

“You’re going to give me something.” I cup his crotch through his pants and he exhales into my mouth. 

“Seriously Leon,” he gasps as I tighten my grip on his groin. “The bag.”

I look towards the blue bag that he had set down when he came through the door and my curiosity gets the better of me. I release my grip and walk over to the bag to peer in. Inside sat some neatly folded clothes.

“I think you’ll look good in the blue,” Jonathan says behind me. “The black will look good on you too.” I pull out the shirts to look at them closer. 

“I brought my own clothes,” I say while feeling the extremely soft fabric in my hand. “What’s wrong with my shirts?”

“Nothing! It’s just a high-end restaurant and…”

“You don’t want me to embarrass you.” I finished his sentence. 

“No! Leon, let's not do this again ok? Just wear it for me? Please? You’ll look so good in the blue.” Jonathan hugs me from behind. 

Fine. I decided to not make a big deal out of it. He takes off my T-shirt and helps me put on the blue shirt. We walk over to the large mirror on the closet and he buttons it up for me while we look into the reflection. 

“You look so good in this color,” he says in my ear. 

I do agree. 

Taking the limo to the restaurant, we entered a beautifully decorated restaurant. The ladies at the front led us to our table and we sat side by side in a booth-like structure looking directly at an open kitchen. In the kitchen, the chefs bustled around, putting out dishes that I don’t know and probably can’t pronounce. 

“Relax. I’ll order.” Jonathan squeezes my thigh under the table. “Sushi or burger?”

I giggled and he squeezed my thigh again. “The bone marrow sounds… interesting. How do you even eat that?” 

“Sometimes they give you a straw,” Jonathan says with a little smile and I don’t know if he’s kidding or not. In the warm glow of the restaurant’s lighting, his dark eyes sparkled from the flames coming from the kitchen. He really is a very handsome man, and being as successful as he is, I’m surprised he’s on the market. I watched him order and took in none of the words as he bantered with the waiter. 

“How are you still single?” I asked once we’re alone. 

“Waiting for the right boy to spoil.” Jonathan looks at me seriously.

Just like that, I want his body again. He’s fully dressed, but the tight purple shirt looks great on him and the angle I’m looking at makes his biceps look huge. I squeeze his lap, and he squeezes mine in return. 

Moving my hand up his thigh, I squeeze again. This gets him to raise his eyebrow at me as our drinks arrive at the table. I nod at the waiter and smile at Jonathan, before moving my hand up a little more again.

“Leon?” Jonathan warns me in a low voice. 

Like that’s ever stopped me. I move my hand higher until I’m where his pocket is. I could see him getting more uncomfortable with the situation, and I loved it.  I don’t move my hand until our food arrives and I’m sure we’re going to be alone for the rest of the night. 

“Are you hard?”

He nods at me seriously and I confirm by inching my fingers towards his crotch until I felt the hard head through his pants. 

“I know that look.” Jonathan furrows his eyebrows. I reach over and pull down his fly. “Can you wait?”

I don’t bother replying, and undo the button. Reaching inside unabashedly, I smiled at his darting eyes around the kitchen and the restaurant while I pulled his cock out of his boxer’s slit. 

Hot. Really hot.

Jonathan leaned forward and put his elbows on his table to hide his cock sticking out from his black pants. 

“Spit on it,” I commanded him, earning myself another skeptical look. I raise both eyebrows at him and he smiles. Looking around again, he lets out a slow drool to his cock which I rub in. I watched him purse his lips to control his breathing as I cranked his cock slowly. 

“You’re so kinky.” Jonathan shakes his head with a smile.

“How’s everything so far sir?” A handsome young waiter comes by. 

“It’s great, thanks.” Jonathan picks up a fork and pretends to eat while I twist his cock slowly under the table. Once the waiter leaves, he lets out a deep exhale. “You’re not going to make me cum here, are you?”

“It looks like you’re not going to be able to hold it.” I go past his head and watch his eyes furrow in pleasure. “Try to hold it if you don’t want to ruin your pants.”

“Leon…” His breath is shaky. I took care to not go past his head again while I gave him mini-strokes. “The bathrooms are private here.”

“Oh yeah?” I go past his head again and a low groan escapes him. I hold his cock down at the base while I lean towards him. When I breathed on his neck, I felt his base swell up considerably in my fist. “Should we go?”

“I can’t hold it!” He whispers in a hushed voice. I lean forward and kiss the stubble on his neck. I felt the vibrations of his labored breathing while his cock expanded more in my hand. 

Try and hold it, stud.

But I knew he wouldn’t be able to.

“Mmm..” Jonathan moans quietly beside my ear as his cock thrashes into my hand. I stroke from the base, moving up and down just minimally as my fist gets coated by his hot lava. I sucked on his quivering neck, enjoying the prickly feeling of his stubble. His cock softened at a rate that I haven’t seen before and he jerks his neck away from him. 

Looking down at the cum splatters around his fly, Jonathan curses under his breath and pulls the cloth napkin from the table. “What the fuck, Leon.” 

I wipe my gooey hands on his thigh and get myself another death stare. 

Well, what are you going to do about it, Mr. Big Shot?