“Say ‘yes, sir.’”
He visibly shivers, his body trembling under my touch. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
His breath catches as he sits up and wraps his hands around the back of my head. “Open your mouth and relax your throat as much as you can.”
I nod, and even though there’s a tiny part of me that’s afraid I’m not going to like this at all, my desire to find out overrides the fear.
Opening my mouth, I wait as Nantes carefully brushes the tip of his cock across my bottom lip. He’s a little sticky, but it’s his scent, musky and slightly earthy, that makes my mouth water and my cock twitch.
He slides his length into my mouth, and I focus on relaxing so I don’t gag. When he hits the back of my throat, my eyes water, but a wave of warmth washes over me at the same time. I have a cock in my mouth, and not just any cock. It’s Nantes’s.
He holds my head between his hands, helping me slide up and down his length, slowly at first, then faster as he seems to lose himself, leaning back and pumping his hips with increasing speed.
“Suck,” he says. “And keep your tongue flat.”
I do as instructed, my mind totally blown by these events. Not only am I not freaking out, but I love the weight of his cock on my tongue and the inherent power I feel being able to give him this kind of pleasure.
Now that I think I understand what he wants, I push on his chest to get him to lie back fully, spread his knees farther, thensink all the way down his shaft until his light pubic hair tickles my nose.
“Fuck,” he moans, gripping my hair.
I dig my fingers into his hips, helping him fuck my throat, but a few seconds later, I reach down to massage his balls, and once he’s a writhing, whimpering mess beneath me, I move even farther down and rub my finger around his hole.
“Oh god,” he shouts, arching his back. “Fuck. I’m gonna come. Gonna come soon.”
I want to encourage him verbally, but I don’t want to break the moment, so instead I focus on sucking him as best I can. I gotta admit, I like this. He feels good filling my mouth, and he’s fucking gorgeous when he’s so close to orgasm.
He shouts my name as the first hot rope of cum splashes into my mouth. I’m slightly taken aback but manage to stay focused on the task—Nantes’s pleasure. He twitches and shivers beneath me, his body rocking as wave after wave of his orgasm washes over him, feeding me every drop of his release. I’ve never wondered what another man’s cum tastes like, but it’s not at all unpleasant. Pretty mild, actually.
After a minute or so, he pushes my head away and I let his cock fall from my mouth before laying my head on his thigh. That was… good. Nice. I liked it. I liked it so much that I don’t even feel the urge to come myself. That was enough.
“Van?” His voice is hoarse and soft now.
“Yeah?”
“You’re a fucking liar.”
“What?”
“No fucking way was that your first blow job ever. No way.”
Chuckling, I rub his calf. “It was. Guess I’m just a natural cock-sucker.”
“I’ll say.” He exhales slowly. “Come here. I want to take care of you.”
“Nah, I’m good. That was pleasurable enough.”
“Oh no.” Nantes chuckles. “You’re a cock slut in the making.”
I chuckle. “That’s okay by me.”
He focuses on my face. “Did you like it? For real?”
Nodding, I tangle my fingers with his. “I actually loved it. It’s kind of a power trip, isn’t it?”
He laughs softly. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
