“That’s it,” Carter moaned, dragging his balls over John’s face. His cock was throbbing, and when John’s tongue pushed up on the underside of his cock he couldn’t take it any more. He was going to blow, and before that happened he wanted to be inside John’s throat.
“Open up,” he ordered, pulling his hips back and taking a hold of himself by the base of his cock. He smeared John’s lips with his pre-cum, tracing them with the tip of his cock making them glisten, and then pushed inside with a thrust that was downright vicious.
John choked, but Carter held him in place and forced him to work through it. John’s eyes were wet with tears, his lips stretched wide around the thick girth of Carter’s meat, and he was obviously struggling as Carter forced himself deeper.
“You can take it,” Carter said, pushing past John’s gag reflex and into his throat. The tight heat was heavenly, and John’s frantic choking and gagging only made it feel better. Carter grinned down at John and growled, “Fucking swallow my cock, bitch.”
John could only gurgle in reply. Carter used the tight grip he had on John’s hair to tilt his head back, using the angle to force himself deeper, inch by inch, until the boy’s nose was buried in his pubes.
“You like that?” Carter asked, putting both hands on the back of John’s head and locking him in place. John’s hands came up to clutch at Carter’s thighs, fingers grasping for purchase on the slick leather, his face turning red as Carter’s cock deprived him of oxygen.
“I’m going to fuck your face now. If you need me to stop, tap out. Do you understand?” Carter still had John completely impaled, and as he looked down at his huge hands holding John’s head in place his cock throbbed. It occurred to him that John had no way of showing that he understood. “If you understand, tap my thigh.”
John tapped his hand down on Carter’s thigh, making him grin.
“Good boy,” Carter said, withdrawing his cock from John’s throat. He gave him just enough time to draw a single breath, and then fucked back into his throat with a vicious thrust. John choked and gagged, but Carter gave him no time to get used to the intrusion. He pulled back and fucked in again, setting up a punishing rhythm that had John a gagging mess.
Carter wanted to shoot his entire load directly into John’s stomach, so when he felt his balls pull up and his orgasm approach he pushed himself balls-deep into John’s throat and held him there. John immediately started gagging around his throat, and the frantic convulsions were more than enough to send Carter over the edge. He started blowing his load, powerful jets of come shooting out of his cock and directly down into John’s hungry belly.
Carter couldn’t believe it was possible to feel this good.
“Take it,” he growled, bending forward and using both hands to hold John’s heads in place. The feeling was amazing. John’s throat milked his shaft like it was built to take cock, and Carter wondered just how much come he’d shot into the smaller man’s stomach. Carter hadn’t jerked off or come since the last time he’d seen John, so the buildup of come must have been substantial.
Carter’s orgasm was winding down when John started frantically tapping on his thigh. It took him a second to remember what the signal meant, but when he did he let go of John’s face and let him pull away from his cock.
John ripped himself off Carter’s cock and started panting for breath, his puffy lips and bloodshot eyes the most beautiful thing Carter had ever seen. He reached down and took a hold of his cock in his hand, aiming it right at John’s face as he finished coming. A final three spurts of come shot out of his cock, blasting John in the face and painting him white.
The sight made Carter feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction on a raw and primal level. He bent down in front of John, now thoroughly marked by Carter’s scent, and started rubbing his come into his skin. John was panting, chest heaving as he sat back on his haunches, looking up at Carter like he couldn’t believe how lucky he was.
The feeling was mutual.
When he was done, Carter took John’s face between his hands and leaned in for a kiss. He could taste himself on John’s lips, and it tasted amazing. The scent of his release all over John’s body, mingling with John’s own scent, only added to the experience.
John washis.
Pulling away, John staring at him with wide and adoring eyes, Carter had a startling thought. If John were a wolf, this was the point where Carter would claim him. He’d bend down and drag his nose along John’s throat, scenting his skin, and then when it felt right he’d bite down and mark him for all the world to see as his.
Carter abruptly let go of John’s head and stood up. John looked confused, staring at Carter as he bent down and picked up his codpiece, tucking his cock into it and snapping it back into place.
“Did I… should I have done something different?” John asked, his voice sounding hoarse and wrecked. Carter blinked, looking at him. He realized that his inner turmoil might be coming across as rejection or rebuke, and no matter how confused he felt, he didn’t want John to think he had done anything wrong.
He forced a smile.
“No, you were perfect,” he said, crouching down and running his hand through John’s hair. He pulled him up so that he was sitting on his knees and then gathered him up in a hug. “Best I ever had.”
“Yeah?” John asked, pushing his face into Carter’s chest and burying his face in the soft leather.
“You were fantastic. How about me? Was that too rough?”
John laughed softly, shaking his head and wrapping his arms around Carter’s waist.
“No. It was…” John paused, like he was searching for the right words. When he spoke his voice was warm. “It was exactly what I wanted.”
Carter hugged him tighter, a lump forming in the back of his throat.
He didn’t want to exchange John for anyone.
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