“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous,” he said, his hand reaching out, his fingertips brushing over my forearm.
The whisper of his skin against mine brought goose bumps to the flesh on my body wherever he touched. And he seemed to be everywhere. One hand ghosted over my arm, shoulder, and chest. While the other skimmed the lower half. All but my cock. Those fingers of his—rough enough to scrape, but not enough to scratch—danced around my throbbing dick until I wanted to scream.
Unable to stand another moment of the torture the kid was putting me through, I shoved him against the wall and dropped to my knees. His cock, long and thick, glistened in the low light streaming through the uncovered windows. The smell intoxicated me. I needed more of it. I wanted to breathe that in till it was wicked deep in my sinuses, just set up shop in my noseand never leave. Dragging my nose across his lower abdomen, I breathed in deep, then repeated the process on each side of his groin, first down, then up, then across, then down again and up one last time.
My head jerked back, forcing me to look up at him, else the fist he buried in my hair would rip me half bald. Our gazes met. Was everything about the man beautiful? His eyes were like a beacon in the night. They shone like—fuck if I didn’t sound like a damn sap—diamonds. No, something more manly because he might be young, but he was all man with his lithe, lean, muscular body, dark hair, piercing eyes, and stubbled chin.
“Suck my cock.” The words tumbled around us, as if he’d growled them.
I nodded, ignoring the fact that the boy made me whimper. Using the grip on my head, he guided me over his dick. The flavor, similar to the smell that surrounded me, burst on my tongue as his bulbous head slid across my tongue.
“Do you like it rough?” he asked.
I nodded, his cock bumping against the roof of my mouth and his precum dripping onto the back of my tongue.
“Do you like it dirty?”
I nodded again, whimpering when another gush of him filled my mouth with his flavor.
“Me too. I wanna fuck your throat, fill your belly with my cum. Then I want you to open me up and fuck me. I want it rough and dirty, and I want to feel it for days. Then I want you to do it again.”
Pulling away, just enough to talk, I cleared my throat, my lips and tongue moving around his weeping dick when I said, “That’s exactly what I want, too.”
Tears sprouted in my eyes, blurring the vision of him as he forced-fed me his dick. Using his hold on my face to angle my chin, the head of his cock slid into my throat, pressing againstthe back of my mouth hard, cutting off my air supply. He waited, holding me to him, thrusting gently over and over, until my vision swam. Then, just before I thought I’d have to push him away, he pulled out. One hand gripped his cock, and he painted my lips with the tip.
“Fuck you, old man. You’re a vision on your knees, but add in the tears and drool running down your face, fucking perfection.”
He continued teasing me. Driving me insane with lust and want and need. My cock hung heavy between my legs, pulsing, and gushing precum onto the cold, hard stone I kneeled on. When I could no longer take the waiting, the anticipation, I begged.
“Please!”
His mouth split wide in a sexy smirk. “I thought you’d never ask. Nor did I think you could get any more beautiful.”
The hand cupping my cheek moved to the back of my head, cupping my neck, tilting my head. My mouth dropped fully open, and with one hand gripping his dick, he fed it to me, only letting go once he’d buried it in my throat a second time. This time, fuck me, this time he didn’t pause like before. This time, he moved. Lightning fast, striking the back of my throat over and over, forcing me to gag on him. Every one of my gags pulled a groan from him, and he’d speed up. He pummeled my mouth and throat with his cock. My dick jerked in tandem.
“Cup your tongue and suck, hard,” he demanded when he buried his dick in my throat like the first time.
I did as ordered, my hand stroking my dick in rhythm with the way I sucked his. My eyes closed
“You’d better not come. I want that in my ass, not on the floor,” he growled.
Opening my eyes, my gaze met his dark, stormy, lust-filled one. My hand fell from my cock. I whimpered at the loss of sensation. The sound vibrated in my mouth and throat, and hemoaned. His head arched back, extending his neck. His dick jerked once, twice, then disappeared. Warm splashes of cum splattered across my face, lips, and tongue. The last drop landed on the eyelashes of my right eye.
Blinking, I looked up at him. I couldn’t help but wonder, how did I stumble across the perfect guy?
Just a bit shorter than me.
Gorgeous.
Smelled amazing.
Not too soft.
Preferred bottoming, but didn’t mind topping occasionally.
Who liked rough, dirty sex with a dominant streak that he wasn’t scared of.
He spelled a recipe for disaster or euphoria. Either way, I couldn’t wait for another taste, and my throbbing cock agreed. Surging to my feet, gripped his chin, forcing him to look at me.
