This is happening. It’s happening, and I like it. I want more. I moan, arching my hips towards his face, smearing my pre-cum coated dick over his lips.
His tongue darts out to lick it up, then he smirks up at me. “That feel good?” he asks, checking in.
I nod. “Feels so fuckin’ good.”
“Ever since I saw you were uncut, I’ve been researching what to do…” he admits, preening like a damn peacock. Before I can snark out a response, he’s back to slurping me back into his mouth, trying to take me as far back as he can before he slightly gags, causing him to wrench back off of me. “Clearly I didn’t have anything to practice with though, as evidenced by my inability to deep throat,” he adds, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment before he sucks me in again.
With that, I reach down and grip his chin between my finger and thumb. Tilting his chin up to me, his mouth still stuffed full of my cock, I tell him, “Rome wasn’t built in a day, and I don’t expect you to take me all the way back to your throat on your first time. The more you do this, the better you’ll get. What you’re doing right now, with your tongue, is already good enough.”
He whimpers and draws back, like he’s about to pop off and offer me some sort of rebuttal—knowing him, likely something about how stupid he is to get this right on his first try—but I hold his jaw steady. Shaking my head, I tell him, “Gannett, you are sucking my dickperfectly fine.” Then, I smirk. “Like I noted before, you’re trainable. And you’re mine to train, aren’t you?”
He nods, a smile forming on his stretched lips. Exactly. Mine to train. Fuck, I wonder if he’d let me slip a sex collar around his neck. Gannett strikes me as the type to be open to it. Do I want him on all fours eating kibble like an actual dog? Fuck no. But do I think he’d allow me to experience that feeling of empowerment that comes withownershipof him? I absolutely do.
Working on that theory, I nudge my toe into the straining bulge between his thighs. “Tell you what. If you let me paint that pretty face of yours, like I’m about to do any minute now because you’re doing such a good,goodfuckin’ job, I’ll let you get off too.”
He whimpers at the praise, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. My dick gives a throbbing twitch in his soaking wet heat, and he grinds himself down on my foot. “That’s it. Keep on sucking me like a good cumslut, and I’ll let you finish… just like that.” I run the toe of my boot gently up and down his length.
His cheeks hollow out as he pumps as much as he can up and down my shaft, flicking his tongue around the tip whenever he gets to the head. I run my fingers through the dark strands of his hair, tugging lightly every now and again, maintaining the pace he’s setting with each lick and suck. He whines and whimpers, rutting himself on the toe of my boot, chasing friction for himself as he bobs on my dick. Tears form at the corners of his eyes, drool starts pouring out the edges of his mouth, and sweet, sweet sounds add to the cacophony of sensations that drive me closer and closer to the edge of my release.
“You like having dick in your mouth, don’t you? Fuck, Gannett, how the hell did it take you this long to realize you like sucking cock?”
He pops off to catch his breath, heaving a couple times, before he buries his face into my groin, nuzzling around with his nose until hecan wrap his lips around one of my balls. Suddenly, he sucks one in, swirling and teasing as he pants between my legs. “I’m not sure what took me so long, Gordy. God, you smell so fuckin’ good,” he notes. “Like such a man…”
He sucks my other nut in, lavishing it with the same attention he just gave the last one, and my vision starts to fade around the edges, my orgasm drawing so fuckin’ close. I rake my fingers through his hair, tugging him off my balls. “Are you ready?” I ask between panting breaths.
“Fuck yeah,” he replies, his eyes alight with excitement.
It’s that exuberance that tips me over that cliff, careening into white-hot ecstasy as I fire off spurt after spurt of my cum all over his face. My orgasm seems to last forever, the more I watch him absolutely basking in the glory of me decorating his face, neck, and chest. It awakens something primal in me as I grunt through the last shots of my release.
He licks his lips, moaning as he swallows a taste. “Y-you taste so fuckin’ g-good,” he sighs, still trying to catch his breath. “You promised I could come though, if I was a good, greedy s-slut,” he adds, peering sheepishly up at me as he undoes his pants, pulling himself free.
I grin. “I did promise that, didn’t I?” I note, tugging him to his feet and scooping some of my release off his jaw with my fingers. He rushes to remove his pants, kicking those, his underwear, and his boots out of the way. Using that as lube, I cover him in it, root to tip. Again, that primal feeling comes out to play, the notion that it’s my cum that he’s covered in right now—and it’s me who is in charge of him getting off.
He whimpers, staggering into me as I grip him and give him a few solid tugs. “Is this what you want for doing so good?” I wrap myarm around his upper back, holding him close to me as I pump him towards fulfillment.
He nods into my shoulder. “Yes, Gordy. Fuck, harder. Please. I want more.”
With my nose, I nudge his head to the side, exposing his neck to me. I latch on, sucking hard, wanting nothing more than to leave my mark on him. My orgasm will wash away, I’m sure, but this—this will remain.He’s mine.
I let my arm fall from his back, trusting he’ll stay in place, and let my hand cascade down his body, stopping when I get to one of the round globes of his ass. I grip it,hard, making sure my fingertips dig marks into him there as well. All of him,he’s mine.
This man who I’ve given all my truths to. The one who, after years of being such an idiot, I realized I am fuckin’ infatuated with. There’s only one option for me when it comes to Gannett;he will be mine.
“Come for me,” I whisper my command to him, nipping at his earlobe.
He shudders, draping himself over me more. “I’m so close,” he whines. “Fuck, Gordy, I’m close.”
“Let go for me, then,” I urge him.
“Tell me this can be something, Gordy,” he pants as I pump him harder, twisting my hand as I swipe over top, freshening up the lube with his precum. “Ungh! Tell me—you w-won’t disappear again…”
“I’m here,” I reassure him.
“Kiss me,” he pleads. “You w-wouldn’t do it before…”
I tug his face out of the crook of my neck, meeting his lips in a hungry assault with bruising force. His lips part, as do mine, and he presses his tongue in. I maintain the pace with my stroking all while tilting my head to grant him better access to this kiss—one I was too scared to give him before, because that meant I risked falling for him.
Little did I know, I already fuckin’ had.
