Steamy Word Guy

I don’t get too caught up in age. In fact, I really could give a shit about my own or anyone’s age. I truly believe that how you act and feel is where it’s at. But still, I can’t believe I’m going to be 40! I swear I’m not sure where the last 15 years went. I mean, I sure as hell don’t feel 40 (I’d let you feel for yourself if you’d like!). And I KNOW I don’t look 40. When I turned 30 I got my hair bleached platinum as kind of an “occasion” thing, but I was cool with it because it was going to grow out and I’d get it cut and then it would be gone.

Now, as I stare 40 in the face, I decided to go a little more permanent. A tattoo. I swore I’d never get one. But hell, I wasn’t going to ink my neck or whole arm. I’m just going to find a spot that is hidden most of the time and do something interesting, cool or close to me.

But this tattoo turned out be something I didn’t expect. I didn’t want to go just go to a shop. I don’t really look like the tattoo-type, but I’d go to one if I had to. I really wanted a recommendation. So I started to ask around. One pretty good friend of mine, who happened to be a woman, told me of a friend of hers who used to be a tattoo artist for years, but ended up becoming a portrait artist. She still did some ink on the side since she has all the equipment and of course the skills.

Perfect! I thought to myself. I called her and set up a day and time. It was at her place and she had a back room with the chair and everything. I brought her the art (dying to know what it is, aren’t you?), and she was confident we could make it rock. I didn’t get original on location since I’m new to this and went with my upper/outer arm, but pretty high up toward the shoulder. Also, I’m not good with most pain infliction, especially when it comes to needles, so I was on edge, to say the least.

Upon arriving, she definitely had warm, mellow, almost hippie-like vibe to her small abode. Her art was everywhere and it was awesome. My handshake with April turned into a hug and I immediately noticed she had no bra on under her tattered half shirt. She also wore tore up jean shorts (and they were very short) and nothing on her feet. Since we weren’t in a real shop, she offered me a drink to take the edge off and I took a double jack-and-coke happily! We hung out in her living room and chatted for a bit. I heard a door open and shut and April called out, “In here babe!”

I kept my eye on the doorway as I heard footsteps. I expected her beau, boyfriend, husband, whatever and instead I saw a woman in jeans, boots and leather jacket, holding a motorcycle helmet. “Colin, this is Jackie” April said, as I stood up to shake her hand. Jackie was gorgeous, with very short spikey firey red hair and extremely fair skin as apposed to April who was black, but light skinned, possibly mixed parents. Both women were in great shape I noticed as Jackie took offer her leather jacket, exposing only a white tank top (also no bra). The other noticeable similarity was that they both hand small breasts, A cup, B tops on Jackie.

Jackie came up behind April as she sat in the chair and pulled her head straight back and planted a long, wet kiss on her upside down.

Holy fuck. My first thought as I swallowed hard was, “how in the fuck was I going to keep from getting a raging hard on?”

Obviously, April and Jackie were partners (lovers, lesbians, whatever you want to label it) and I was and am more than okay with that.

“Colin is here for a tat” April tells Jackie. “Oh sweet!” she replied. “You’ll fuckin’ love her work! I know I do!” Jackie turned to April and said a little quieter, “Bonus?”  And April just nodded with a  grin before kissing Jackie one more time. I was a little puzzled but figured they were talking about something only they knew about and still tried to focus on baseball, bugs or kittens being catapulted off of buildings to get rid of my bulge in my pants.

“Ready?” April said to me. “Uh, yeah, ready!” I dorkishly replied. I got up and followed April to the back room beyond their kitchen and took a seat. April said it was be easier if I took my shirt off if I was cool with that. I was and removed it. She jokingly growled at me playfully when I took it off and it made me laugh, especially after seeing which side she plays for.

I lay back in the chair, feeling the alcohol a little bit in my head but still feeling the knots in my stomach. She prepped me and quickly did what she needed to do with my art. “I’m not good with pain or needles” I say before she gets started. She chuckles and says, “I think I knew that. That’s why you get the bonus package!”

Just as I am about to ask that in walks Jackie. Completely nude. My eyes are glued to her. “Bonus is right!” are the only words that come out of my mouth. She is just milky pale everywhere with tattoos on her arms, above one breast, one down her side and more I don’t think I could see. The colors jumped off her gorgeous light skin. “I told you she did hot work, didn’t I?” Jackie said with a grin. All I could do was nod in agreement.

So now my cock is starting to throb again and no thoughts will work this time. It’s growing harder and harder as Jackie kisses April again and April runs her latex glove hand over Jackie’s hip and up her stomach to her nipple.

My cock is unmistakably hard and pushing my shorts UP. Clearing my throat, I say that this should help distract me from the pain. Both girls nod, but as Jackie walks around to the other side of the chair, she tells me not to worry. She continued, “Staring at my naked ass is not going to make the pain go away baby…” as she knelt down and pulled my shorts and underwear down to my knees in one jerk. “This will!” as she plunges her mouth down on my cock. I MOAN out loud and just as I do, April says, “Be still now” and holds my shoulder, applying the needle.

The sensations were unbelievably intense! The sensation of Jackie devouring my cock with deep, slow motions, consistently moving up and down, grabbing my cock with one hand and following the rhythm of her lips and head. All the while April giving me this tattoo. I was flush, clenched, breathing hard, trying not to move and gasping for air all at the same time.

I didn’t know how long I could take it. But one thing that was unbelievable was how long I was lasting. Seriously. Suck my cock like that for a few minutes and I am EXPLODING. But the pain fighting the pleasure was like a magic recipe for keeping me from cumming too fast.

Jackie and April had some kind of communication, because the tattoo was not going to take long and didn’t take too long, so as April would get closer to finishing, she’d say things like, “okay…almost there…” And Jackie would take it as a cue and reach down to play with my balls. Just as April was announcing that she was just about done, Jackie reached behind her and grabbed this little bottle and the next thing I feel is her finger sliding over my asshole, rubbing it with a heating lube. I start to lose it. April announces that she is all done.

That is followed by Jackie pushing a finger into my ass while  fiercely sucking my cock like she is devouring a meal after not eating for months. Her groans and moans are deep and bellowing. She fingers my ass as I raise up off the chair by digging in my heels (completely forgetting about ANY pain from the needle at this point). I scream aloud, “Ohhhhh fuck, I’m cumming!!!!”

Jackie holds her finger deep inside of my ass as she holds my cock still in her mouth and strokes out every blast of cum with her other hand, emptying my cock of every drop into her mouth and down her throat. “Good girl!” April says with a wicked fucking grin on her face.

The next thing I know, I was dressed and headed out the door. Jackie still naked and April with her arms around her and as they said goodbye to me, April made sure Jackie knew that she was next!

I just may be getting more tattoos after all.