He wraps his hand around my cock again, squeezing the root. His eyes are locked on the precum building at the slit as his lips part. He runs his tongue over the head of my dick, and even though the sensation is barely a whisper, it jerks in his hand.
Ran makes a little sound of surprise at the movement. He licks my slit again —another soft, experimental taste. My dick is impatient for more, the sensation sending it into overdrive,precum leaking out steadily as he runs his tongue over the head more firmly, pulling a hungry sound out of me.
“Feels good, Stud,” I murmur.
When he lifts his gaze to meet mine, the sight is so hot that I’m suddenly fighting not to blow my load right this second. Behind his glasses, his pupils are dilated. The tip of his tongue hovers teasingly close to my swollen cockhead, and the way he’s looking up at me with the sweetest, biggest eyes and the slightest tremble to his lower lip is almost too much.
I find myself moving cautiously, as if he’s a wild animal I don’t want to scare off. Reaching a hand out, I let my fingers brush his cheek again before I run them through his hair. I notice for the first time a scattering of nearly-blond streaks where the California sunshine must have highlighted his soft brown curls.
He pulls his tongue back and darts it over his lips, making them wet and shiny. “You look so sexy,” I tell him, my voice rough with lust.
He glances up again, but this time, a smile sneaks onto his face. It’s Ran’s usual, familiar smile. The fact that he’s flashing it at me while he’s between my legs with the taste of my precum on his tongue is so hot that I think I’m going to lose my mind.
He licks my slit once more before taking my cockhead in his mouth. Tentatively at first, he sucks on it and runs his tongue around the crown. My eyes are locked on him, because I need every mental image of Ran exploring my dick for the first time to be seared in my brain forever. Even blinking makes me worry that I might miss something.
Growing bolder now, Ran slides his lips down my shaft. He gets about halfway on his first shot, and I moan in appreciation to encourage him. On his next try, he goes deeper but overshoots and sort of gags. He pulls back and coughs, looking embarrassed.
I put my hand back on his hair. “Easy, Stud. You can take it slow.”
His eyes are watering as he looks up at me. “I want to try. Deep, I mean.”
“You don’t need to do that,” I say, but I recognize the determined look on his face. I chuckle. “You just can’t back away from a challenge, can you?”
Ran’s cheeks flush but he doesn’t break eye contact. “Guess not. And I want to make you feel good.”
“You are,” I tell him.
“Show me how.” It’s a whisper, but his tone is demanding. I can’t tell himno.
I wrap a fist around the root of my cock. “Hold it like this to give yourself a buffer. To go deeper, you have to relax your throat. If you swallow, you can kind of override your gag reflex.”
That determined look is still on his face as he takes me back into his mouth and gamely follows my instructions. “Sogood, Stud,” I groan as I feel spit running down my balls when he practices taking me deep again.
What Ran lacks in technique, he makes up for with enthusiasm. He eventually finds a rhythm with his hand and his mouth, rotating his wrist as his head bobs up and down. The sight of his lips stretched around my length sends a kick of lust and a rush of blood into my cock. When it throbs in his mouth, he makes a low noisethrillingly close to a moan.
He does something soft and sort of feathery with his tongue and I let out a hoarse, involuntary sound. “Oh yeah, just like that. You don’t have to do anything different — just keep doing what you’re doing and you’re gonna get me off real quick.”
A thought strikes me. “Want me to tell you right before so you can pull it out of your mouth?” He gives me a quick head shake and the vibration of anuh-uhsends tingles through mydick. So does knowing I’m going to blow a load in Aaryn Knight’s hot, eager mouth —very,verysoon.
“You’re getting me off so good, Stud. You’ve got me so close,” I pant.
Ran catches me by surprise when he takes my balls in one hand and kneads them gently without breaking stride. Taking his other hand off my shaft, he slides it up my torso until he reaches one of my nipple rings. He tugs it lightly; at the same time, his other hand circles the top of my sack just enough to put tension on my balls as they try to tighten up against my body.
When he releases them at the same time as he gives my nipple ring a little bit of a twist, I come undone.
It’s like every nerve in my body fires off at once, sending a flood of hot, pulsing pleasure through me that makes my back arch and my hips buck. Ran makes a strangled sound and I realize I just inadvertently made him take me deeper so I’m coming practically down his throat. His eyes water as I pump what feels like a torrent of come into him. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows quickly.
He gets most of it, but a trickle escapes and runs down his chin. That image is going to live front and center in my spank bank for averylong time. As he comes off my cock, there’s an audible pop followed by a ragged gasp.
Ran gazes up at me, eyes bright and mouth wet, while both of us pant for breath for a minute.
“Was that OK?” he asks the instant he’s on the sofa beside me. “I mean, I know you came, but was it… you know,good?”
The grin on my face feels big enough to split it in two as I tug him towards me. But when he pulls back, my smile vanishes. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, do you —I didn’t think you’d want —” he stammers.
“I want to kiss you,” I tell him. “Is that OK?”
