“What?”
“Hold still.” I pressed on his back with one hand until he bent farther and rested his chest against the table, and then I tugged down his shorts. His pretty, exposed ass socked lust into my gut, even though I’d gotten off less than a minute ago. I wasn’t as much of a sweets nut, but I couldn’t wait as I snagged the syrup and then drizzled it into his crack. I pulled his left cheek away so I could get a lot right where I wanted to feast. His hole glimmered in the light as I squeezed more onto him.
“Cold!” he said on a laugh.
“Not for long.” I tossed the bottle and bent forward, spreading his ass wide.
“Casey bear,” he whispered and glanced over his shoulder.
I gave him a wink and leaned in. The first swipe of my tongue from the back of his balls up his crack had him whimpering and melting forward on the table like I’d killed him. I lapped at the droplets of strawberry sweetness that ran down onto his balls.
“Yum,” I said and smacked my lips.
He moaned and wriggled. I gave him a playful nibble on his right cheek.
“Casey bear, don’t stop!”
“As you wish, little brother.”
He turned to give me a glare, somewhere between outraged and on edge, and I sucked at his crack from top to bottom and back again. He was whimpering by the time I stopped to devour his hole. I flicked my tongue against him and stabbed the tip there. I ate him out until he pushed back against me and sobbed. He reached back to grab at me with his good hand, and I trapped it easily at the small of his back as I slurped and sucked at his hole.
My cock was already plump again, and more than anything I wanted to spend the entire nightfuckinghim.
“Please, Casey bear,” he gasped, and I had no ability to fight against that sweet begging. I firmed my tongue and fucked into his hole exactly the way I wished I could with my cock. His rim was soft and pliant by the time I forced most of my tongue into him and sucked. He rocked back against me, and I was dealing with another hard-on that wouldn’t quit.
All at once, I stood and picked him up from where he’d gone limp against the table. His bowl of salad flipped and the greens went sailing through the air, but I didn’t give a fuck. He looped his hand around my neck and the adoring smile I’d earned had my chest swelling with pride as I carried him upstairs.
When we got to my bedroom I dropped him on the bed. He flopped there and dragged his dick out of his shorts to tug it fast. I loved my debauched beauty and wanted to take a picture of him. Instead, I went and got the lube and plugs from my dresser drawer where I’d hidden them. I hurried back to him and batted his hand away from its self-fulfillment mission. He whined and flopped back against the bed. I dropped the lube beside him and he whimpered as he eyed it and then my jutting cock. I didn’t blame him. The bag I held was a shimmery green and he reached out his hand for it. I passed the bag over and let him open it.
“This was the surprise?” he asked. He took out the smallest plug that was only about a quarter of my cock size and set it on the bed. He gnawed on his bottom lip.
“Yep.” I winked. “What do you think? Want to try?”
For far too long, he stared at my cock and sneaked his hand back down to his. I let him go as he gave himself a slow stroke and somehow managed to shove his shorts down and kick them off at the same time.
“Can you just do it? It felt so good to have you kissing me there.”
“How about the plug?” I asked and picked it up.
He pouted. “You’re not going to just fuck me, are you?”
“Nope. Not hurting your pretty pucker. I want you to let me in more than once.”
He huffed out a laugh and nodded. “Okay, Casey bear. If you say so.”
Those words, that trust, and his easy compliance as he let me reach down and spread apart his thighs, all twisted up to rush me with a powerful thrill.
“I’ll make you feel good, cutie. Promise.”
I settled onto the bed on my knees. It barely took me any time at all to decide to use his Spider-Man stuffie to prop up his ass. He chuckled as I patted his hip, and he got the idea to lift up as I shoved the stuffie under him. His cock waved in the air.
“Helicopter?” I asked.
With a laugh he wiggled his hips and bounced his dick until he was almost breathless over it. I considered my options and spread his legs rather than trying to have him hold them with one arm, then ended up stuffing another pillow under his ass.
“You’re too worried, Casey bear,” he murmured, but the soft smile he sent my way made me not care very much about his teasing.
“No, the right amount of worried.”
