I was harder than hard for him. Always, but especially in the morning. Normally he was up early and out the door for work if he stayed over during the week, but the lazy weekends were few, since things between us were so new, and I didn’t hate the wakeup call.
“That’s the rule, not the exception with you,” he teased, giving me a long stroke from root to tip.
“I want you all the time,” I admitted, rolling onto my side to face him.
Mussed from sleep, Colin was even more attractive than normal. Sure, his age showed sometimes, especially in the lines around his eyes, and the ones around his mouth when he frowned especially hard about something. But that was really only when we talked about his parents or my brother. Those topics made me frown too, so we tried to avoid them.
“Do you know what else I want?”
“Hmn?” He hummed the question through a sleepy smile.
“I want breakfast.”
The hand on my cock stilled, squeezed, then released.
“Let’s eat then,” he said.
“I didn’t mean right now.” I reached for him, scrambling across the bed, but he was already out the other side, his naked ass on display for me. His backside was like the rest of him, soft and plump, and I was hungry for him. Even with the way he’d sucked my cock last night, which was the most amazing thing on the planet, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about fucking him.
Even though we’d been in bed together well over a dozen times, much of what we did was under covers and in the dark. I didn’t necessarily get to spend time looking at his body, and I wondered if that was by design. He’d hinted around that he was self-conscious because of his age, but if the hard-on between my legs wasn’t proof enough that I was into him, I didn’t know how else to prove it.
He turned, ready to tease me no doubt, but I’d crawled toward his side of the bed and his quick spin brought his cock right to eye level for me. Both of us froze, not even breathing, and I couldn’t even stop myself from licking my lips at the sight of him so close to me.
Colin was half-hard, closer to flaccid than hard, and I could tell from experience he was a grower, not a shower. I wagered I could fit the whole of him in my mouth in his current state, and damn did I want to try.
“Breakfast,” he mumbled, not moving.
“Can I put you in my mouth first?” I asked.
Colin swallowed, shifting his stare down toward where I lay half-prone on the bed, raised up like a sphinx.
“You don’t have to. Just because I did last night.”
“I know I don’t have to,” I said, not going closer because he hadn’t told me I could. “I want to.”
“I’m not hard.”
“I know.” I licked my lips. “I want to make you hard.”
“Wesley.” My name was barely more than a breath, but it sounded so much like a yes.
“Say that I can put your dick into my mouth like this.”
I wasn’t above begging, and I edged closer on the bed as he took a step, bringing my mouth less than an inch away from his dick. He’d gotten harder, but was still nowhere near his full length or girth.
“Before it gets hard,” I pleaded. “Let me just fit you in like this and suck the cum out of you before breakfast, Colin. Please.”
“Right.” He nodded quickly, eyes glazed. “Right. Yes. Do that.”
After his consent was given, I didn’t hesitate.
I surged forward and took his cock into my mouth, burying my nose in the thick thatch of curls around the base of his shaft. Colin’s cock was warm and heavy, and as soon as I sealed my lips around him, he started to grow.
I moaned around him, and he stumbled where he stood, dropping both of his hands to the top of my head to steady himself. I sucked again, and his hold on my hair tightened and my own dick leaked in response. No wonder he’d liked that so much the night before when I did it to him. It felt fucking great. The longer his cock rested on my tongue, the bigger and harder it got, lengthening and pressing toward the back of my throat until spit leaked down the sides of my chin.
“Wesley, oh God, baby…” He trailed off, and I pulled away, letting his cock slide out of my mouth with a pop.
“I don’t like that one either,” I said before quickly swallowing him back down. He was harder than when I’d started, though, and once I’d let him out, I wasn’t quite able to get him back in.
