My mouth watered as I stared at his cock, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I looked up at him. Somehow, he made the mix of horror and lust look even more handsome.
I did something I never thought I’d wanted to do until the night before—slurped his shaved nut sack into my mouth. The skin was soft and loose. It was fun for my tongue to play with. I let each ball in my mouth, giving them a thorough suck.
When I released them, I looked up at him again. The horror had ceded to lust. He said, “Haven’t had my balls licked since college. That felt fucking…Fuck,Mason.”
I chuckled. “It was good? I’ve never sucked a guy’s balls, but I love it when it happens to me. They’re just so delicious looking.” I laughed.
He laughed, too. “Fuck, man. Never thought of nuts as delicious before, but Jesus.” He laughed again. “It’s fucking hot as hell.”
It was funny how I was much more comfortable objectifying male bodies than him. In porn, I’d often admit how good some twink’s cock looked, or even the top fucking him. Or maybe Alec was not used to being objectified outside of common male attributes like height, muscles, and cock size. That wasn’t the case the last two times we messed around. He had made me smell his neck, and wanted me to talk about how much I liked his body. But he was drunk and in command. Maybe that was part of it.
Alec was so different from the night before. He was apprehensive—not scared and far from unwilling, but nervous. I was sure part of it had to do with the professional complications, but not all of it. We were both sober. He wasn’t able to retreat into his drunken self and express his needs without inhibitions. It was the first time he hooked up with a man with the rest of his life present in his mind.
I smirked, then sunk as far down his cock as I could go. I gagged myself before coming back up for air. What we did the night before probably felt terrific for him, considering he told me he’d only jerked off for a year. But it wasn’t a blow job. Not really. Not the kind that made a man come.
That was my goal. I wanted to make Alec come in my mouth. I wanted to taste it again, the whole load blown on my tongue, and I wanted to swallow it. Where those desires came from, I had no idea, but I wasn’t mad at them.
I was okay with it. Whatever spell Alec had me under was more fun, more arousing, and more life affirming than anything I’d ever done. I didn’t give a single fuck what it said about me. Not with Alec’s gorgeous cock in my mouth. I just wanted to make him happy and satisfied.
It was intuitive, like I’d always known how to please a man with my mouth. I played with his balls and used my hand on his shaft. I’d received countless blowjobs, and seen more in porn. I knew how to make a guy come. Overwhelm his entire region with sensation, and he’ll feed you his load in no time. Alec seemed to agree.
“Suck my fucking cock, Mason. JesusfuckingChrist, that’s good, man.”
His affirmations made me try harder, and I found my rhythm. I knew to watch my teeth and learned how much of his cock I could take before I gagged. I also knew it wasn’t the best blow job he’d ever gotten. Not even in the top 100. But that didn’t matter. He hadn't been sucked in a long time, and it was me doing it. At least, I hoped that was true.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said before pushing my head away.
I looked up while wiping saliva off my lips, with awhat the fuckon my face.
“I was about to come,” he said, a small smile around his heavy breaths.
“Good! I was trying to make you come!”
“Not yet,” he said and took my arm as we both stood.
He kissed me as hard and fast as he fucked me. I didn’t realize he was maneuvering us until I was falling, still in his arms, onto the bed. Alec laid on top of me for a moment, kissing and feeling me up until his lips traveled down my body. He didn’t stop when he got to my shorts, pulling them off as he went.
Alec ignored my penis at first, trailing kisses down my thighs until he placed one on each knee. Then back up again.
His voice was a deep gruff. “Let me know if it’s terrible,” he said and sank as far down on my cock as he could. Which wasn’t far, but it felt better than any mouth I’d ever had.
Alec spat me out as fast as he took me down, fighting a cough and gag. He didn’t look at me, and I said nothing. He used his saliva to stroke me while he went down to my balls. Tentative licks soon became whole nut sucks, letting each one slip in his mouth as I had. It felt better than amazing. But the visual of Alec jerking me while his face was in my sack was better still.
“Fuck,” he said, looking up at me. “They do taste good.”
I snorted a laugh. His earnestness was adorable. I’d never thought of Alec that way. He was, though. I was shocked to have not seen it sooner, and laughed. He laughed too, his warm breath cascading over my ball sack.
“Told you.”
“Yeah, well, you’re a freak, so.” He laughed harder. “But I will say I can’t call you numb nuts ever again. Your balls are very sensitive.”
“Aren’t all balls?”
“More than mine. You kept making these little murmurs and gasps.”
I didn’t realize I had made any sounds at all.“No, I did not.”
Alec sucked a nut into his mouth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. I involuntarily moaned at the ticklish sensation. Then laughed and said, “Fuck you.”
