Jack’s grip tightened in Ethan’s hair. “You like that, don’t you? You look good on your knees. You wanna be a little cocksucker, Hayes?”
Ethan’s mouth was too full to answer, but he made a desperate sound that said everything. He loved the heat and weight of Jack’s cock on his tongue, the way it pulsed and throbbed, the taste and the smell and the mess. He’d never felt so fully alive, so totally outside himself and yet more himself than ever.
As the minutes passed, the intensity built. Jack’s cock swelled in Ethan’s mouth, veins bulging, the skin turning a deep, angry pink. Jack’s breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting harder, forcing Ethan to take more with every stroke.
Riley grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. “He’s close. You want his cum, Ethan? You wanna swallow it?”
Ethan nodded, pulling off for air. “I want it so bad. Can I have it?”
Riley giggled, delighted. “You’ve earned it, babe. Go for it.”
Jack’s hand came down hard on the back of Ethan’s head. “You want it, bitch?” he growled.
“Yes sir. Please give it to me,” Ethan said, desperate.
Riley smiled, “You ready, baby? Get it all the way down.”
Jack shoved Riley’s face down into his balls, then guided Ethan back to the cock. “Get it in your throat,” Jack commanded.
Ethan took a breath, relaxed, and opened wide, letting Jack’s cock slide deeper as Jack pushed his head down. The cock head slipped past the throat barrier, and Jack’s hips bucked, forcing Ethan’s nose into the pubes.
“Oh yeah, fuck yeah,” Jack moaned. “That’s it. Right there. I’m going to blow the biggest load. Here it comes, you little slut. Gulp it down, bitch!”
Ethan braced himself. Jack’s cock swelled, twitched, then erupted, pulse after pulse shooting hot cum down Ethan’s throat. Jack’s hands kept Ethan’s head in place, forcing him to swallow every drop straight down the back of his throat. It was overwhelming, and Ethan sputtered and coughed and almost choked as the load kept coming, Jack’s hand forcing him to stay buried until the last drop had been milked from the shaft.
When Jack finally let go, Ethan collapsed back, coughing and gasping for air, tears streaming down his cheeks, spit and cum leaking down his chin.
Jack laughed, not mean, just satisfied. “Now that’s a good little cocksucker. Holy fuck.”
Riley nuzzled Ethan’s cheek. “You did so good. I’m so proud of you.”
Jack squeezed out one last drop of cum from the tip of his cock and Ethan promptly licked it off. “What do you say?” Jack asked, voice still heavy with authority.
Ethan swallowed, then looked up at Jack. “Thank you sir for that tasty load.” then gasped for air, his face flushed, eyes streaming but wide and alive. He’d done it. He’d really done it, and the world hadn’t ended. If anything, the world felt brighter, sharper, like a heavy fog had finally lifted, revealing a world vibrant and alive. For the first time in his life, Ethan felt unburdened, as if the chains of expectation and doubt had shattered, leaving him light and free. A radiant joy coursedthrough him, igniting every nerve ending, filling him with an exhilarating sense of possibility.
Ethan’s own cock was throbbing, the head was so swollen and sensitive that he could barely touch it. He’d never been this hard in his life, not even the desperate, frantic times as a teenager when he was haunted by the vague, unnameable cravings that never quite fit into a straight world. But this was different. Here, he was flooded by adrenaline, by pride, by happiness, and by the wild sense that every cell in his body had finally been allowed to be exactly what it wanted.
“That was so fucking hot,” Ethan whispered. “I could cum without even touching it.”
He started stroking, but Riley moved in front, kneeling between Ethan’s legs, and said, “Don’t worry, I got you baby.”
Riley grabbed Ethan’s cock with both hands, almost reverently. He made a show of licking his lips, then opened his mouth wide and took the whole shaft in one smooth, practiced motion, the move so slick and sexy that Ethan nearly fainted from pleasure.
For a split second, the world tilted—Riley’s mouth was hotter than anything Ethan had ever felt, and his tongue curled under the shaft, pressing and swirling in a rhythm that felt both impossibly precise and totally wild. It was nothing like what he’d imagined. It was so much better.
Riley didn’t just suck—he devoured, using his lips, cheeks, tongue and throat, bobbing his head with the confidence of someone who’d honed their craft to the level of art. He grabbed Ethan’s ass, digging his fingers into the flesh and hauling him forward, guiding the cock deeper and deeper. When his nose bumped Ethan’s pubes, Riley groaned, the vibration sending a jolt of energy through Ethan’s whole body. Riley then stuck his tongue out, snaking under the shaft and out of his mouth, so thatit lapped at Ethan’s balls while his cock was still buried deep in his throat.
Ethan’s vision blurred. He grabbed the back of Riley’s head, not to control him but to anchor himself, because he truly felt like he might float away. All the shame and uncertainty he’d carried for decades were burning off like morning fog. He braced himself, whimpering, “You’re so fucking hot. Here it is. Holy fuck. I’m going to cum the hardest I have ever have in my life. I’m about to feed you a big, tasty load. Don’t waste a drop.”
Riley sucked harder, tongue never stopping, and Ethan erupted, wave after wave jetting into Riley’s throat. Riley swallowed every drop, keeping the cock buried deep until Ethan’s legs stopped shaking. In the midst of it, Ethan lost the ability to speak, or even to think. He existed only as a vessel for pleasure, for release, for all the things he’d once denied himself. When it was finally over, when the last spasm faded, Riley let Ethan’s cock slide out of his mouth and then licked the head clean, slow and gentle, like he was savoring the aftertaste of a gourmet meal.
Then Riley looked up, eyes shining with something like gratitude or affection, and said, “Delicious. Thank you, Ethan.”
Ethan’s entire body tingled. He wanted to laugh, to cry, to run laps around the basin—anything to release the impossible happiness building in his chest. He’d never felt so raw and open. There was a vulnerability in being serviced like this, of being worshiped and cared for in a way that was both primal and tender. In bliss, and still recovering, Ethan did something unexpected. He reached out and touched Riley’s cheek, then said, “My turn to return the favor.”
Riley’s eyes went wide, surprise cutting through the usual armor of wit and confidence. “Really?” His voice caught—he sounded as if he’d been told a lifelong dream was about to come true. “I never get sucked off. I usually just do the sucking or takeit in the ass and then jerk off later or during. I would fucking love it, but I warn you, I’ve been edging for hours now. I’m going to bust quick.”
Riley shed his boxers with a quick, almost celebratory flick, and his cock sprang out—neat, trim, and perfectly clean-shaven, a stark contrast to Jack’s heavy, thick equipment and even to Ethan’s own. Riley’s dick was modest, bordering on small, but so perfectly formed and rigid that it looked almost sculptural, veins faint but present, the head a dusky pink and glistening already with a bead of pre-cum. Riley stood with his hips canted forward, cock jutting in anticipation, his smooth balls pulled up tight beneath and his pubic mound as meticulously bare as a gymnast’s.
