Joe didn’t take a great deal of Scott’s shaft into his mouth. He didn’t have to. His lips and his tongue may only have worked on the top inch or so of Scott’s erection, but they were inspired by genius.
Scott pressed his lips together, trying to keep his groans of ecstasy to a minimum. When he managed to drag his eyes open, he was blinded by neon light.
They were still parked right next to the entrance—clearly illuminated for anyone who happened to walk past his car.
All at once, Scott knew what he should do with his idle hand. He covered his mouth with his palm, pressing his head back against the headrest in an effort to muffle his moans and not draw any extra attention to the car.
It was impossible for him to see Joe’s face or know if Joe gave a damn about being seen, but Scott had to guess he didn’t care if every man in the pub came out to watch. Joe was all confidence. He wouldn’t care what anyone thought. He didn’t care about anything, except maybe, just maybe, the man he was with.
Scott couldn’t see anything except the back of Joe’s head. He couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of his own heartbeat. All he could do was let his sense of touch fill in the gaps.
Joe’s fingertips were even rougher than Scott remembered. He was aware of every callous, as Joe jacked the length of his shaft.
All of a sudden, Joe stilled his hand. He began to flex each finger in turn, starting with the little finger at the base of Scott’s cock and working upward, as if he was literally going to milk the orgasm out of him.
The contrast between the coarseness of Joe’s hand and the lush perfection of his lips and tongue sent wave after wave of pleasure rushing through Scott’s body. His mouth opened behind his own hand and Scott sucked at the skin on his palm as he fought for air while still desperately trying to keep his makeshift gag in place.
Scott had never realised another man’s mouth could be so silky and…
Scott frowned. No, not silky. Joe’s lips weren’t delicate—their touch wasn’t insubstantial. They were stronger than that, and firmer, yet at the same time…
Leather!
Scott moaned his approval.
Yes, that’s what they were like—like molten leather being poured over his cock. Hot and perfect and…
Scott barely had time to savour his success in solving the riddle before his brain dissolved. Like lava racing down a mountainside, the sensations Joe’s mouth sent coursing through Scott’s brain demolished everything in their path. No thoughts could survive that kind of onslaught.
As the thick layers of pleasure rapidly hardened into solid stone within his mind, Scott gasped. Joe dipped his head lower. The tip of Scott’s cock rubbed against the back of Joe’s throat. Pure ecstasy erupted through Scott’s body.
Scott was powerless to stop himself thrusting up into Joe’s mouth as he came, as helpless as any other man would be in the face of such a force of nature.
Scott managed to muffle most of his scream by biting down on the tender flesh between his thumb and index finger.All he was aware of then was the bliss cascading through his veins. Aeons passed by, mountain ranges rising from nothing before disappearing back into the sea as continents merged and broke apart again. Finally, Scott collapsed back in his seat, mentally and physically drained.
By the time Scott managed to open his eyes and peer at the real world around him, Joe was lounging comfortably in the passenger seat and studying Scott with rather obvious amusement.
Scott had no idea how long he’d sat there with his eyes closed, his cock hanging out and his hand still wedged between his own teeth. Blinking, trying to clear both his fuzzy vision and a mind still clouded by mental dust and ash, Scott sat up straighter in his seat.
He took his hand away from his mouth. For the first time, he realised just how hard he’d bitten down on it. There were clear teeth marks on both sides of his hand. Blood seeped from three points where he’d actually broken the skin.
Scott licked his lips as he registered the bitter metallic taste that lay heavily on his tongue, wiping away all the previous taste of Joe’s cum.
Cum…
Scott turned his attention back to Joe.
Joe had gone down on him.
Joe had swallowed his cum.
Scott stared at Joe, completely unable to fit those facts in with any kind of recognisable reality.
Joe laughed, a rich, contagious sound, which made Scott smile. Even though he was aware that he was acting like an idiot, it still didn’t feel as if Joe was laughing at him. He just sounded happy—as if Scott had made him happy.
As his laughter faded away, Joe took hold of Scott’s wrist and pulled his hand forward so he could inspect it.
Scott immediately tried to snatch his hand back. “It’s n-nothing.”
