“Don’t do that. Save it for me.” My mouth watered as my mind flooded with memories of his thick cock sliding across my tongue. I would come so fucking hard tonight, after all the teasing and obsessing over it.
“Of course.” He licked his way down the center groove of my abs and then sat on tucked legs as he pulled the band of my shorts and briefs out. “Lift your hips.”
I did as instructed, and he slid my shorts and underwear to my upper thighs. “Look at that gorgeous cock.” He slipped his finger in his mouth and trailed it up my shaft, spreading the bead of precum at the tip.
As a jolt of sensation swept up my spine, my dick twitched under his touch. “F-fuck…” I was so wound up, I might burst as soon as he took me in his mouth. I had to think of something else. Football? No, there are too many hot guys in tight pants. Uh, school? Maybe.
He lowered his shorts, exposing his swollen dick, the head with an angry reddish hue. As he slowly stroked himself, he fisted my cock and lowered his mouth over me.
Wet heat enveloped me in all-encompassing pleasure, spreading a wave of heat across my skin. “Feels good, Eli. God damn.” I threaded my fingers through his thick, dark locks and pulled while thrusting into his mouth.
With a moan, he sucked me all the in and swallowed.
I gasped, and my body jerked with sparks of sensation shooting through me. That’s what I remembered. He almost never gagged. God, what a lucky man I’d been in high school.
Milking my dick, he left his cock and reached to my chest, pinching one nipple then the other.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck.” He was going all out. He knew this got me off every time. I fought a wave of sensation, my climax tumbling toward the edge. My toes curled and stomach tensed as my balls grew heavy and tightened. “Close, Eli. I’m fucking close,” I rasped.
He pulled off me with a slurp. “Good. I love you like this.” He licked my shaft and swirled his tongue around the head, flicking into my slit, while his fingers relentlessly teased my nipples.
Tingling built at the base of my cock. “Coming.” I wanted to come in his mouth, damn it. I peeked at him.
He plunged over my dick again and pumped in earnest, swallowing me whole and then moaned.
As I tumbled over the edge, my body shuddered with quick pulses, my cum erupting down his throat. With quick gasps, I clutched his hair, and my toes curled as it went on and on. “Holy fuck, so good.”
He swallowed it all down and as it slowed, he circled his tongue around my dick and sat up, then swiped his mouth withthe back of his hand. “You still taste the same. A little on the sweet side.”
I slumped onto the couch, my head in a daze. He’d always said that. “I don’t know why. I hardly ever eat sweets.”
“I wonder if it’s only sweet for me?” He sat on his haunches, slowly stroking his thick cock, stretching between his thighs and almost to his navel.
“What, like it changes taste depending on who I’m with?” What the hell were we talking about? I chuckled and forced the fog from my head.
“Yeah, maybe. Like what if cum changes to taste more palatable with someone you’re meant to be with?” He fell over me on one straight arm, his eyelids hooded, and lips red and swollen, his fist in a constant rhythm on his shaft.
“Does this mean we’re meant to be together?” I propped on my elbows, bringing my mouth to his and licking his lips. “Kiss me, Eli.” He might be right. Maybe it was impossible to fight this insane attraction we had to each other.
He claimed me with harsh, needful kisses, groaning into my mouth. As he broke the kiss, he shivered. “If you don’t reciprocate pretty soon, I’ll come onto your chest.” He smirked for a beat, and his face tensed, his mouth dropping open. “Fuck, like really soon.”
As much as I loved that idea, I wanted to suck him off more. “Stand on the floor.” I sat up against the back of the couch while he rose and stepped between my open legs.
He held his cock to me, the tip leaking with precum, and nudged it into my mouth. “Won’t take long, just saying.”
“Well, quit jacking yourself then.” I pulled his hand away and wrapped mine around the base of his cock. The thick vein I’d always loved was right here, in front of me. I fluttered my tongue across it and sucked the crown into my mouth.
“Fuck…” His head tipped back, and his cock jerked against my tongue. “I’m aching for it, Wren, for you.”
He always knew what to say. I devoured him, sucking him allthe way in and then pumped his dick while fondling his balls. I knew what he liked as much as he knew about me. There was something comforting in it. We didn’t have to stumble around figuring each other out.
He freed a shuddering breath and grabbed the back of my head, fucking my mouth. “So good, so fucking good.” He hissed and then groaned.
As I stayed on him, I flicked my tongue at his glans. This would set him off. I knew it. His dick swelled further and pulsated against my tongue. This was it.
“Holy fuck.” He gritted out, his fingers digging into my head, and hot cum surged across my tongue and down my throat.
I pumped faster, swallowing it all down, holding his balls the way he liked. It was never-ending, and I gagged with the last pulses. As it calmed, I pulled off him and wiped the corners of my mouth with my fingers. He tasted the same too. Damn, the things I remembered about him.
