“No, baby,” Sully insisted.“I’m average.You’re ...shit, I don’t even know if there are words for what you are, you sneaky little shit!”The waistband slid a little lower, revealing not just the smooth, shaved pubic mound beneath it but the glistening, fat tip of Dean’s impressive cock as well.Rather than heap more praise on the well-endowed little virgin, Sully merely moaned with intense, gurgling anticipation.
“Holy Jesus,” he spat at last, tugging the briefs down to release the slick, pale shaft from inside.
They made quick work of kicking off the undies, until at last Dean stood before him, hot, naked, hard, and leaking like a whole damn sink even the world’s best plumber couldn’t fix.Not that Sully was complaining, mind you.All that liquid lust coating his pretty prick was like a siren song, drawing his quivering hand like a magnet.“So smooth, baby,” he croaked, taking Dean in hand and feeling pure velvet throbbing in his grip.“Every inch of you, so.Fucking.Smooth.”
“Stop,” Dean gasped, standing up on his tippy toes once more as if to thrust every one of his thin, eight inches into Sully’s eager hand.
“I couldn’t even if I tried,” Sully admired, left hand caressing the shaven mount of sticky, smooth skin that stretched above the base of Dean’s cock.“And I won’t,” Sully promised, even as he shifted his hands to grip either side of his lover’s skinny waist.“I won’t stop until you’ve come all over yourself.”
“Jesus,” Dean grunted as, using every bit of leverage in his lower body, Sully gripped his lover’s waist and gently slid him atop the counter.“Oh.Fucking.My!”
They shared a rough, breathless chuckle, Sully gasping from the sudden, late-night exertion.“Now I’ve got you right where I want you,” he insisted, face to face as Sully kissed Dean breathless while subtly gripping his cock at the same time.It was squishy and slick, throbbing and thrusting as Dean wriggled to get more comfortable atop the cool, slick counter beneath his skinny white ass.
“Or,” Dean grunted as their lips parted, Sully leaning slightly back to admire the pulsing shaft in his sticky grip.“Do I have you right where I wanted?”
“Either way,” Sully mused, the slick sounds of his steady jerking filling the quiet kitchen as if they’d just stumbled onto the world’s loudest jerkoff video.“I think we’re both fulfilling a few fantasies tonight, Dean.”
“Fuck, yeah, we are,” the little shit spat, gripping the counter once more, leaning his head back against a row of crisp white cabinets behind him and thrusting that stiff, pretty cock in and out of Sully’s fist.“Jesus, Sully, I can’t...It’s never ...please ...slow down.”
Sully stopped altogether, mid-thrust, his hand halfway down the veiny shaft.“You come over here,” Sully mused between thick, wet, sticky kisses that rattled the cabinets behind Dean’s head.“Hot and hard and sneaky with this python in your pants and now?Nowyou want me to slow down?”
“Yes,” Dean whimpered, naked and shivering as sex sweat started to grace his wriggling little body.Sully paused to admire the way it made Dean’s puffy nipples glisten, rivulets pooling in the sexy as sin folds of his gently folded gut.“No, I mean...I don’t know what I want except you, Sully.”
Sully nearly froze with the admission, so flattering and romantic and gosh darn sweet he wasn’t quite sure how to process it.“I know what you want,” he grunted, slowly but steadily stroking the sexy little shit to within an inch of his life.“You want to come.With another man.You want my hand on you when you do.You want to feel that blast of hot, wet, thick, sticky jizz all over your cute little tummy, right?”
Dean winced and shivered and nodded all at the same time, blinking fresh sweat out of his eyes as the sexy blond stubble atop his head began to glisten with perspiration.“Yes, Jesus, yes to all that shit!”
Sully kissed him silent, clutching his fiery pole in his velvet grip.Slowly, steadily, between Dean’s urgent whimpers and his sticky kisses, Sully stroked him to hard, thick, urgent release.It came in a whimper at first.A soft, subtle pulse of thick, drizzling pearls as if to rob them both of the fireworks they’d prepared for.And then, gasping and cursing, Dean’s cock leapt to life, a gusher of seed pulsing from the glistening tip and, just as Sully had predicted, splashing his panting chest and wriggling belly with thick, fat, wet ropes that glistened in the fluorescent lighting overhead.
Sully merely aimed the pulsing shaft, painting his lover’s chest with hot, sticky jizz as an ulterior motive formed in his taut, appreciative gut.“Jesus,” he grunted as, at last, the shower turned to a drizzle and then a drop, Dean’s whole chest a masterpiece of hot, sticky lust.“You really were a virgin, weren’t you?”
Dean sank back against the cabinets behind him, gasping, panting, sticky and painted with his own fresh layer of lust.“What clued you in, cowboy?”
Chapter Eleven
Dean
