“Yeah,” Bo answered.
“Good. Because I feel like I’ve been missing out on this.” He licked at the underside of Bo’s cock with his tongue, squeezing Bo’s cheeks in his hands but staying low, lapping away as if savoring an ice cream cone.
“Oh, yeah,” Bo murmured.
Ralph inched higher, now at the base, kissing deeper, pressing his nose into the loose sack, inhaling Bo’s musky scent combined with light lavender notes from the soap.
“Unh,” Bo groaned.
Ralph continued up, pressing his lips to Bo’s seam, his tongue tracing the crease. Bo squirmed, rising a little, and Ralph pushed down firmly, spreading his ass more, parting it to see his entrance.
“Beautiful. Goddamn beautiful... and all for me. I’ve dreamed about this, Bo.”
“You just keep doing what you’re doing, Ralph. A little more and I’ll let you do pretty much anything you want.”
Ralph licked again, tracing the taint higher until his tongue was flat on Bo’s hole where it took on a life of its own... first circling, then plying, teasing and tasting. He pried Bo wider, enclosing him with his mouth and pushing deeper with the strong, determined muscle.
Ralph hovered there, interchanging enticingly slick wet-play, with burrowing scratchy scruff-scrape. When he finally pulled his face from Bo’s intersection, Bo was barely more than a puddle on the mattress. Ralph patted him lightly on the thigh. “Up on your knees,” he said.
He did as told and Ralph held the head of Bo’s cock with the tips of his fingers, massaging it with its slick juices, circling just below the tip with the pad of his thumb.
“Oh, Ralph,” Bo mumbled.
“Like that?” Ralph said. “I like that too.” His hand went higher to stroke the length of Bo’s cock, tugging it downward, milking. Ralph held his free hand beneath the tip, catching the oozing clear precum on his fingers. Once he had a substantial amount, he painted Bo’s crack with it, sliding his slick wet fingers over the pucker, teasing, but not slipping them in. Not yet.
“Who needs lube?” he said, massaging Bo open, probing with warm, slick fingers.
Bo kept his rear high but collapsed his upper body and face into a pillow. Ralph was a more than attentive lover, and he was pushing all the right buttons.
He lapped the length of Bo’s crack one last time, savoring the salty tang, then zoned in on his pucker, circling, testing pliability. He pushed the tip and first digit of his forefinger in as casually as ringing a doorbell. Bo squeezed at it.
“Yeah. There you go.”
“Deeper.”
Ralph said nothing, only complied, sinking the finger most of the way.
“Put another in, Ralph. Please.”
“Already? You sure?”
Bo nodded, his voice muffled on the pillow. “Yes. Two, and then you. I want you in there, Ralph. I need it.”
“OK, Bo. You’re in charge.”
Ralph slipped another finger in and Bo not only took it, he backed up, forcing both all the way in.
“I guess you are ready,” Ralph said, surprised. He reached for the condoms, put one on, and slicked it up with lube. “Doggy-style?”
“For now. But don’t come. Please. I want to see you. I want to see your face.”
“Anything else?” Ralph said, still fingering Bo’s hole.
Bo shook his head. “No. I’m sorry, Ralph. I’m not a bossy bottom. I swear.”
“I believe you. And I get it. It’s been a while. But I’m here for you, Bo. Whatever you need.”
“Please fuck me now.”
