He looks me up and down. “You look great in that suit,” he says. “Very sexy... I think I have an idea. If you still have energy left?”
“As long as it’s something we can do alone, I have plenty.”
“It definitely is.” He bites his lip. “I want you to pull your cock out, but leave the suit on.”
His words surprise me. Only my cock out? I’m about to ask why, but I change my mind just in time. I’d be an idiot to question this.
He starts taking his clothes off faster than I can respond. I already feel like a lucky man. Quickly, I do as he said, unzipping my pants and pushing my boxers down while keeping the suit on. I pull my already hardening cock out, ready for him to do whatever he wants to do with it. But he’s still undressing himself. Holy stars, he’s taking everything off right in front of me. Everything–even his boxers. And he shows no shame as he does it. That’s the best part.
Without another word, he drops to his knees in front of me and wraps his hand around my hard-on. He doesn’t ask me what I want or if I need him to continue. He just dives straight in, moving his head to the side of my cock to kiss it, occasionally softly licking it. I place my hand on the back of his head and groan with pleasure.
His gentle hold allows me to feel the cold press of his engagement ring on the sensitive skin of my dick. I put that ring there myself, last November, after he said yes to my proposal. God, it’s the best feeling ever. That ring is a symbol of our love, our bond. He’s mine—no one else’s. Now and forever. And the fact that I can feel both his tongue and that ring on my cock makes me go a little feral. I grab his hair more tightly and use my other hand to put it over his fingers to tighten his grip on me. The steel of the ring is now pressing against my cock. Unable to stop myself, I start thrusting into his mouth. “You’re mine, baby. All mine.”
My cock is lodged in his throat, so he can’t respond. He only lets out a low moan that sounds like agreement as he keeps sucking me off. “Good boy,” I tell him.
Precum leaks out of my cock as he keeps going, doing incredible things to me. It’s like he’s playing with it, playing withme. When he opens his eyes and looks at me, my cock deep in his mouth... God, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His eyes are wide and his expression eager, teasing me when he holds my gaze. It’s like his eyes say, “I’m yours, and you’re mine. I know what you like and I will give it to you.”
And that’s precisely what he does.
He takes my cock into his mouth as far as he can, until it hits the back of his throat. The sounds he makes while doing it, sometimes letting out teasing moans, sometimes gagging, are to die for. He’s trying so hard to please me, and those swipes of his tongue feel so fucking good, but honestly, I feel like I could come just from watching him.
He’s kneeling on the floor, stark naked, hard, submitting while somehow still in complete control over me. How is it that this guy was a virgin just seven months ago? He’s turned into a total slut, with the way he’s acting, and practically jumped at my cock the second I walked in.
He moves his head to the side of my cock, looks at me, sticks his tongue out, and starts licking softly. Oh my God...
His tongue circles my top, licking my slit. I let go of his hand and it slips around my base, softly squeezing it.
“God, I love you,” I hear myself say.
He pulls back with a soft pop. “That’s easy to say with your cock in my mouth.”
“It is, but I’ll keep saying it until you’re sick of hearing it.”
He smiles. “Not going to happen.”
I feel like I could fall apart in the best possible way when, after saying that, he opens his mouth and continues sucking me off.
He laps at my cock again, his lips parting and tongue sticking out. It’s becoming too much very quickly and then... Goodness, and then. He has the audacity to suck at my tip, looking straight at me, going a little further down with every suck, until my cock is halfway in his mouth and he’s gagging. His cheeks arehollowed out, his dick is hard, and God, mine is at its limit. Before I know it, I start coming, shooting my load into his mouth. He catches it eagerly, and my fingers curl around his hair as I come, as he swallows every drop of me. And to make it better, he’s hard as he does it, leaking precum. What a sight.
I stare at him until I’m forced to close my eyes, groaning and letting my head fall back as my climax hits me. The feeling overwhelms me, and as I cling to the image of him kneeling, swallowing my cum, that only makes it better. How did I get so lucky? I’m standing here, almost fully dressed, with him completely naked in front of me. I’m glad I have the front door to lean against because I’m shaking through my orgasm, feeling very weak at the knees. A familiar thought occurs to me; how does this keep getting better?
I let my climax take over, allow the pleasure to course through me, until it eventually passes. The feelings subside almost too fast. Once I’ve come back to my senses, he stands up, wipes his mouth, and smirks at me. Part of me just wants to hold him in my arms right now and sleep, but another, naughtier side of me has different ideas. I decide to follow that.
“You deserve a reward for that,” I tell him, nodding toward our bedroom. “Get on the bed.”
His smile widens, and he doesn’t hesitate to obey, rushing to the other room, stark naked. I admire the view as he walks ahead of me. In the bedroom, he places himself on the bed. I take the opportunity to take off my own clothes before joining him there.
His eyes don’t leave me, and he’s biting his lip as I undress. He hasn’t been soft even for a second since we started doing this. I love it. I’m going to make him come so hard, and I’m going to do it in a way he never saw coming.
“Turn around, baby boy,” I tell him. His eyes widen with curiosity, lust, and surprise at the request and the nickname. He lets out a trembling breath before he rolls over and gets onhis knees. I place myself behind him, placing my hands on his back and slowly moving down, not stopping until I reach my destination.
My hands end up on his asscheeks. I pull them apart, exposing the most intimate part of him. His hole is pink, puckered, and more inviting than I could ever have imagined. I’ve had my fingers and my cock in that hole, and now my tongue will be next. I want to taste it, to tease it. I want him in every way possible.
The best thing is that he doesn’t even know what’s coming. His back is turned toward me, and he can’t see me. He probably expects my fingers, and I know how eager he is for them. His quick, shallow breaths betray his impatience, giving him away. But what he’ll receive instead, I’m sure he’ll like even more.
First, though, I’m going to test that patience a little longer just because I can.
I squeeze his ass cheeks, playing with them for a bit, causing him to groan. Then I lean in and spit on his hole, wetting it, before I ask, “You want my spit inside you?”
