“Imean, this bucketof fresh jizz, for one.”
Sully grunted, releasing Dean’s soft, pink, creamy dick to run his index finger through the cum splattered all over his chest.“Let’s see what virgin jizz tastes like, huh, baby?”he teased, holding up a finger so Dean could see his seed covering it like a coating of batter from the bottom of some baker’s bowl.And then, before Dean could react, Sully plopped the finger in his mouth and sucked it clean, sliding it out with a fresh, clean “pop” sound that nearly made Dean blast all over again.
“Yummo,” he teased, arching one sweaty brown eyebrow before sliding the same finger around Dean’s puffy, sensitive nipple.Dean whimpered with the sensitivity overload that resulted.“How about a taste, City Slicker?”
Dean demurred.At first.Shaking his head.Shrinking away.Frowning.But Sully persisted, inching that long, expert finger closer to his lips.“You just let a guy jerk you off in the middle of the night,” Sully reminded them both.“Naked and sticky on his kitchen counter.You’re making great progress, my little virgin.Care to make a little more?”
“I mean, I thought we were taking things slow,” Dean argued even as he licked his lips and gently, perhaps even predictably, parted them.
“This is slow,” Sully promised, finger hovering temptingly just in front of Dean’s lips.“I mean, you know how badly I wanted to suck that thing the first time I saw it?”
They chuckled almost nervously.Or, at least, Dean did.“I mean, tasting yours would be one thing.But my own?Isn’t that ...weird?”
“Weirder than me pacing around this stupid kitchen in my gayest robe in the middle of the night?”Sully prompted.They chortled some more before Sully offered, “Listen, I’ll just rub some around your lower lip so you get a little taste.You know, bucket list style?”
“I mean ...okay?”
Sully nodded.“That’s my good boy,” he praised, doing just that as his rough, calloused fingertip slid surprisingly gently across Dean’s lower lip.Inspired, still horny, Dean’s lips almost involuntarily clamped around the sexy digit, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked greedily until it was completely clean.He was still sucking, like a babe on his mother’s teat, when Sully chuckled and slid his finger free with a sexy, sticky “pop” sound that felt as sexy as it sounded.
“How was it?”he asked, helping Dean off the counter as they stood, face to face in the quiet kitchen.
Dean shrugged.“Salty?”he offered, peering up into Sully’s sexy green eyes.“Tangy?Is that ...is that how it’s supposed to taste?”
“Like I’m some kind of expert?”Sully croaked before leaning in for another of his brisk, bracing kisses.
“More of one than I am,” Dean offered, toying with the nearest sash of his lover’s frilly purple robe.
“Yeah, well, if you let me, one day I’ll taste it fresh from the source.”He reached down and gently tweaked Dean’s flaccid shaft.
“Or I could taste yours,” Dean grunted, tugging the sash a little looser.“Right now?Sink to my knees and suck my first dick, right here, right now?”
“Whoa, there, City Slicker,” Sully chuckled, swatting his hand away with ease.“Taking things slow, remember?”
Dean gave Sully a quick once over, noting the way his robe was gently but obviously tented in the front.“Any slower and that thing might just go off by itself,” he noted, watching Sully laugh.
“Now that you mention it,” he murmured, pressing Dean back against the counter behind him.“I’ve got a little fantasy of my own brewing, if you’re up for it?”
As if on cue, they both glanced at the flaccid cock hanging between Dean’s still trembling legs.“I mean, give me a few and maybe?”
“No,” Sully insisted quietly, cupping Dean’s chin in one hand.“I meant, why let all that sweet frosting go to waste when I could use it for myself?”
“I don’t,” Dean began, before the lightbulb went off.“I see,” he said, leaning up to kiss Sully and, in the process, tugging the untended sash of his lover’s fluffy purple robe.Sully gasped.Dean pushed away and, in the movement, the robe slithered open.
“Mmm,” he murmured appreciatively, tugging it even further open until, inevitably, one side slid from Sully’s shoulder, the other quickly following until, with a whisper and a rush, it slid off completely.
Sully stood, raw boned and towering, naked and hard, his stiff, thick dick compact but exquisite, five hard inches of pretty man flesh.“Damn,” Dean gasped, inching closer with both hands at the ready.“It’s so hot!”
“Boy,” Sully teased, batting his hands away playfully but, at last, succumbing to Dean’s eager blitz attack.“You’re just saying that because you’ve never seen one before.”
“I’ve seen plenty,” Dean insisted, tapping into a part of himself—flirty, eager, fearless and raw—that he’d never let out into the open before.As he spoke, breathless and rushed, he let his left hand riffle through the thick, bushy pubes that wreathed his lover’s stiff cock.With the other, he gently brushed the thick, furry sack beneath it.“In high school locker rooms,” he insisted, fondling and tugging until Sully fell back against the butcher block behind him with a grunt and a creak.“In dorm room showers.And in about a million jerkoff videos, obvi.”
“Still,” Sully croaked, big hands practically tugging the butcher block from its stand as he gripped it tightly on either side of his raw-boned, narrow waist.“In real life.”
“Oh, that,” Dean murmured, too entranced by the sights, the sounds, the heat and the feel of man flesh in his fingers to concentrate on witty retorts or zippy comebacks.“Obviously and...I couldn’t have asked for a better specimen.”
“You’d be the first then,” Sully grunted, and not just because Dean’s hand had finally slithered from his balls to the base of his pretty little cock.
“Says who?”Dean squeezed it playfully, enjoying the way it made Sully wince with bittersweet desire.
