“Uh, so…” Ozzie tried to detect whether Tuesday was still hard by shifting his hips, but all he could feel was warm slime. Maybe best not to focus on that too much. “Do you want to…?”
“What?”
“You know.” Ozzie didn’t think he could say it.
“What? Get off?” Tuesday grinned. “Bust a nut? Spill my load? Wank one out?”
“Oh, God.” Ozzie groaned.
“I got more.”
“I’m sure you do.” Ozzie laughed. “But seriously! Don’t you want me to return the, uh, favor?”
“That’s up to you, baby. I don’t need to drain the meat pipe to have a good time with you.” Tuesday shrugged.
“Okay, as long as you never describe it as draining the meat pipe again.” Ozzie snickered and shook his head. “I… I would like to. I want you to feel good too.” He glanced over Tuesday. “Just, uh, tell me what would be good… for you?”
“Anything you do is gonna feel nice, baby.” Tuesday kissed Ozzie before rolling off him. He stretched out beside him, his body regaining its human shape now as he wiggled out of his clothes.
Ozzie gulped.
He had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do—stuff that beautiful hot pink dick into his mouth—but he’d only done it a few times. While Tuesday seemed easy to please, Ozzie was suddenly worried about his performance falling short. He wanted to make Tuesday feel so good, but how the hell was he supposed to top an alien’s flawless blow job?
“Hey,” Tuesday soothed. “Whatever you do is gonna be awesome, baby.”
Ozzie grabbed his pants to wipe himself down, grunting as he sat up. “Huh, do aliens read minds?”
“No, but I can tell you’re worried because your forehead is knotted up like Captain Wrinkles.” Tuesday chuckled. “It’s okay, baby. Really. This is your party. If you’re not comfortable, we can go right to sleep.”
Somehow, that only made Ozzie want to do this even more.
“All right, well, kick back and relax.” Ozzie kneeled between Tuesday’s long legs. “Because yeah, this is my party, and… and I can suck dick if I want to. And that’s what I am going to do.”
Tuesday giggled. “You got it, sir.”
Ozzie slid his hands up Tuesday’s thighs, marveling at how soft his skin was. It appeared as human as his own, though far less hairy, but it was as sleek as velvet. He grabbed Tuesday’s cock to stroke him, delighted to discover it was the same smooth texture. He leaned in close, rubbing his lips along the shaft and breathing him in.
Sweet.
Just like cotton candy.
“Mmm, Ozzie.” Tuesday’s eyes closed, his lower hands reaching for Ozzie’s hair while his upper set pawed at the sheets. “There you go, baby. Just like that. That’s nice. Mm, that’s so fucking nice.”
“O-okay! Well, just getting started.” Spurred on by Tuesday’s praise, Ozzie licked along Tuesday’s thick shaft. He even tastedsweet, but it wasn’t cloying or overpowering. Ozzie couldn’t help but lap more eagerly, really getting into it now.
“No one ever wants to do this for me,” Tuesday confessed, squirming deliciously. “It’s, mm, a damn shame.”
“That it is,” Ozzie agreed. “So, uh, you better get used to it. Because I plan to do this a lot.” He took a breath and pushed the first few inches of Tuesday’s cock into his mouth. His lips stretched obscenely wide to take it all in, but he was determined to do this.
After everything Tuesday had given him tonight, the least he could do was deliver a halfway decent blow job.
No, fuck that.
It was going to be great.
Maybe. Yes.
Good?
