The forbidden element made it even hotter, and Tom groaned quietly in appreciation when he discovered Cypress wasn’t wearing any underwear. A quick tug of his jeans and his cock was out, thick, uncut, the glossy head already damp with a dribble of pre-come.
He seized the base of it with one hand and immediately began to feed it into his mouth. He didn’t stop until it hit the back of his throat, pulling off to dive back in again with a loud slurp.
“Mmm, look at you,” Cypress murmured, dropping a hand down into Tom’s hair. His length flexed against Tom’s tongue, and he groaned loudly. “Who knew the shy little undertaker loved sucking cock so much, hmm?”
Cheeks burning from the accusation, Tom kept going. He kept up a heavy suction, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue up and down the shaft of Cypress’s fat cock. He did love this, and he couldn’t deny it. The heat, the girth, the easy way it slid in and out of his mouth, slick from so much spit.
Cypress’s fingers had tightened in his hair, but he wasn’t pulling or tugging. He seemed to be watching, waiting, gauging what Tom could do.
If this was his only chance to have Cypress Holmes, Tom was going to give it everything he had. He opened his jaw as wide as he could, keeping his lips tight as he started sucking faster, harder. The sharp gasp he heard in reply made him shiver, and it spurred him on.
Tom was hard, his cock tenting the front of his pants. There was a flood of adrenaline making him feel tingly and hypersensitive, his pulse pounding relentlessly in his ears. He had to reach down and palm himself, grinding into his hand to get some relief.
“Pull it out,” Cypress commanded suddenly. “Let me see you.”
Tom couldn’t explain why that seemed so dirty, especially when he already had Cypress balls deep in his mouth. He whined, hesitating.
“Pull it out,” Cypress said again, his grip in Tom’s hair now teetering on painful, “or no deal.”
“Mmm…” Tom whimpered.
“You want to be a good boy, don’t you, Tom?” Cypress taunted. “Come on. Show me. Show me how much you like this.”
Whimpering again, Tom obediently unbuttoned his pants and exposed his hard cock.
“Good boy,” Cypress praised. “See, wasn’t that easy? That’s all you have to do to be a good boy. You just have to listen to me.”
It was so simple, so easy, and the immense rush of satisfaction Tom felt coming over him rivaled the thrill of a family saying they wanted to keep the casket open after he’d worked his magic.
“Go on and touch yourself, hmm?” Cypress urged. “Jerk yourself off while you suck me.”
Tom’s hand slowly began to work over his dick, short pulls to make it last, grunting as Cypress began to boldly thrust into his mouth. He let himself be used, closing his eyes as he took it all.
This must have been what Cypress was worried about; hurting him, choking him up with his big dick.
The wet sounds of Cypress’s cock fucking his face were so loud, and the only other thing Tom could hear was the thumping of his pulse inside his head. He liked this. He couldn’t get enough. He wanted Cypress to take what he wanted, and he found himself desperate to taste his load.
He could feel himself drooling now, spit running down his chin as he savored the smooth texture of Cypress’s cock gliding so effortlessly over his tongue. He began to stroke himself faster, alarmed at how wet he was. Pumping into his hand created yet another filthy moist sound, and he was getting so close.
“You’re gonna come from sucking my cock,” Cypress growled, digging his fingers into Tom’s hair and pulling him down on his dick. “You’re gonna come like a pretty little slut, letting me fuck your tight little throat.”
“Mmm!” Tom moaned, lost to every nasty word—why did being called a slut make him so hot. Why did he like the kick of humiliation so much?
“Here it comes,” Cypress warned, bucking forward and holding himself as deeply as he could. “Ah, ah, coming, I’m fucking coming.”
Tom held on, tensing as the back of his mouth was flooded with a hot wave of come. He could feel it going down his throat, swallowing greedily, and he moaned as Cypress pulled out just enough to direct the next splash over his tongue.
Lazily fucking his mouth, Cypress continued to speak, his voice a breathless little whisper. “Such a good boy. Such a very good boy… swallow it all down, every drop… come on, make yourself come now. I wanna watch you bust all over yourself.”
The pressure inside of Tom’s body twisted up until it hurt, his hand a blur on his dick as he stuttered and twitched. There, he was coming, coming hard, splashing all over his fingers and his shirt, pulling off Cypress’s dick to gasp for breath.
He felt drunk, heavy, staring up at Cypress as if seeing him now for the first time.
Cypress looked so calm, so very handsome, and as the last echoes of pleasure left Tom’s body, they were both smiling from ear to ear.
Damn, that was good.
Tom couldn’t remember when he’d ever made himself come like that, and he was adding this tryst to the very top of his spank bank vault. His lip was positively throbbing, but to see the satisfied glow on Cypress’s face and know he was the cause of it?
