He chuckled and let my ball fall from his mouth. “Always wanted to go down on a guy. Didn’t think it would be this fun, though.”
“You haven’t yet. Not really. You polished my balls, not my shaft.”
His brow flickered. “Let’s fix that,” he said and went down on me again.
Alec never took more than half of me in his mouth. He kept his fist wrapped around the bottom and did as much as he could with the top while juggling my balls. It was good, betterthan I thought. Most of it was trying to do to me what I did to him.
He wasn’t the first male to suck my cock, and far from the only one I fantasized about. I had jerked off imagining twinks blowing me while watching them blow others countless times. They’d probably be embarrassed by our oral skills, but then they’d be so hard seeing the two of us sucking each other it wouldn’t matter.
It happened fast. Then quicker once Alec jerked me off with his fist instead of just holding it. I had been propped up on my elbows, watching him. In a moment of true bliss, my arms gave out, and I landed with an audible groan.
“Fuck yeah. Fuuuuuuck yeah!” I groaned again. “That feels so fucking good, man.”
I floated in that state. Alec worked my cock like a professional, or a novice, but it didn’t matter. I was in fucking heaven. It only got better. And better. And better, until it was about to be over.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna fucking come! Fuck!” I said, sitting up a little too late.
If he pulled off, I would've doused his face, but either way, it was coming. Alec looked up, and I could see the smirk in his eyes as his eyebrow twitched. That look alone would’ve pushed me over the edge if I wasn’t already passed it. He didn’t stop, and I let go. Not that I had a choice.
I watched as surprise bloomed on his face. The first volley of semen filled his mouth as I groaned for the last time, “FUCK, yes, man. I’m fucking coming.”
That smirk disappeared as he turned back to focus. Another man was having an orgasm in his mouth for the first time ever. He was either deciding if he liked it, or wondering why he waited so long. I didn’t stay upright to find out, and flopped back on the bed for the rest of my ejaculation.
Alec nursed on me through the whole event. And kept doing so until I was flaccid. Even then, he kept it in his mouth, playing with my empty balls until I giggled and pushed his face away. He laid on my thigh, looking at my spent genitals, and chuckled, still playing with my nut sack like they were his new favorite toy.
“Gonna need more of that.” He chuckled again, looking up to meet my eye.
“Sucking my dick or eating my cum. You did swallow, right?”
“Both?” He smiled, still laying on my leg, again so adorable it fucking hurt. “But I meant your cum. I did swallow, and there was a fucking lot,Jesus.” He laughed. “But fuck, man, as soon as you started shooting in my mouth… I almost came hands free. Pretty sure I stained the blanket with my pre-cum.” He laughed again.
“Yup, hot as fuck, right? When you came on my face, and I got some in my mouth… damn. That’s why I came after like two strokes.” I laughed, and so did he.
“I’m about there myself.” He lifted his head to look at his cock. “There’s a puddle under me.” He laughed again.
“Yeah? Want to fuck that load into me?”
I didn’t want to get fucked, but if he was close, the idea of having his load in me again was too good to pass up.
“Nah, you just came, and you were still sore at dinner. Maybe tomorrow.” He stood up. “But I wouldn’t stop you from returning the favor.”
He was right. His cock was angry red and soaking wet at the tip. It called me like a magnet, and I scooted my ass forward until it slipped past my lips. I gathered his loose hanging balls and fisted his cock like he did mine, working overtime for my boss’s release.
Alec grabbed onto my shoulders to steady himself as soon as he was in my mouth. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” he said, letting his head fall back.
Ialmostwished he wasn’t close. It was clear why it’s called a job. I was never afraid of work, though. His girth in my hand, the taste of his pre-cum and cock skin, the heat and texture of his shaft were terrific. I would’ve blown him until my jaw hurt. But thirty seconds after I started, he held my shoulders tighter and said, “Fuckingfuck, Mason, I’m gonna fucking…”
His face pulled up into a tight grimace—the one that foreshadowed a hell of an orgasm. His cock swelled in my mouth before he flooded it with cum. It was glorious and so much better than him coming on my face and only getting what landed on my tongue. Salty, a little bitter, with a sweet aftertaste.
“… COME! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck yeah, eat that fucking load!”
Taking a cue from him, I nursed on his cock until it went soft in my mouth. And then some more until he pushed me away. His smile was radiant.
“Stop, stop, stop. It’s sensitive,” Alec said.
When he looked at me, his smile changed. Something I’d never seen before on another person. Softer, happier, more content. Alec bent down and cupped my face in his hands before kissing me. It was passionate, and much more commanding than he’d been that night.
The kiss got hotter, and he climbed onto the bed, pushing me backward until we were both able to lie down. We landed on our sides facing each other, sharing the same pillow. My hand was over his heart and his arm under our pillow.
