“What?” Carter asked, looking down at John like he couldn’t understand what the holdup was.
“Hold your horses,” John said, giving Carter’s horse-like appendage another squeeze. “Your cock and I are havinga moment.”
Carter laughed, letting go of John’s hair and leaning his head back against the couch. “Okay, but please do something. I can’t handle you just holding it.” He lifted his arms up, folding them above his head, the muscles in his upper body spreading out wide and making John’s mouth water.
Arousal winning out over his sense of humor, John leaned in and placed a kiss on the head of the monster in front of him. Carter bucked his hips and let out a grunt, but John ignored the noise. He licked over the slit and took Carter into his mouth.
Salty pre-cum coated his tongue, and John swallowed it down eagerly.
It was time to show Carter exactly how much he love his dick.
He couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Thursday evening.
***
After John was finished swallowing down Carter’s load, his throat feeling sore from expanding to fit Carter’s extreme girth, the werewolf pulled him to his feet and yanked down his pants.
“Your turn,” Carter growled, making John’s spine tingle. He loved it when Carter got all rough and primal.
Carter lifted him into the air and turned him upside down, John’s hands scrambling for purchase on Carter’s big thighs as his legs wrapped around the werewolf’s head.
Warm, wet suction suddenly enveloped his cock, and John moaned as Carter started sucking him off.
John had never had his cock sucked while he was upside down before, but it was an experience he wouldn’t mind repeating. Carter’s grip on his hips wasn’t gentle, and John was in manhandling heaven.
In no time at all John was coming hard. Carter milked him through his orgasm, taking his time and savoring John’s cock like a lollipop.
“Okay, that’s enough!” John cried when he was done coming and Carter just kept on sucking. The werewolf pulled off John’s dick with a wet pop, and John let out a breath of relief.
“Spoilsport,” Carter said, lowering him down to the floor and letting him come to rest on his back. John looked up at the massive man sitting above him, looking down at him with a self-satisfied expression, feeling intensely satisfied and a little dizzy.
“That was awesome,” he said, sitting up and leaning against Carter’s leg. He absentmindedly ran his hand down the top of Carter’s shiny dress shoe, marveling at how enormous it was.
“I wanted to come on your face,” Carter complained from above, reaching down and scraping the tip of his fingers through John’s hair. It felt amazing, and John shuddered in pleasure.
“I know,” he said, looking up at Carter with a grin. “That’s why I didn’t let you pull out.”
Carter made a disgruntled sound, but it was clear he wasn’t even remotely upset. He kissed the top of John’s head and grabbed him under his arms, lifting him back up on the couch and pulling him in under his shoulder and holding him tight. He pressed another kiss to John’s head, and John could feel him smiling into his hair.
A feeling of bubbly happiness filled his stomach.
“You don’t like it when I come all over you?” Carter asked, giving his neck a playful squeeze.
John snorted out a laugh. When Carter shot his load the volume of spunk that shot out of his dick was simply inhuman, and he loved shooting it all over John’s face and body. The more drenched John was, the happier Carter became.
“Not when you don’t let me shower all night,” John replied, snuggling into Carter’s side. John had made an art of drinking down every last drop when blowing Carter, and it had become somewhat of a battle between them at what point Carter should pull out.
John had never heard of anyone complain about a blow job that ended with swallowing before. Carter didn’t know how good he had it.
Still, he let Carter have his fun every now and again. After all, there was something filthily appealing about having Carter mark him with his come. It made John feel wanted and claimed in a way no one else had ever made him feel.
And it could be worse: at least Carter didn’t want to pee on him.
“I like it when you smell like me,” Carter said.
“I know.” John shifted his face so that he could nuzzle Carter’s side, nose pressing into the starchy cotton of his dress shirt. The material smelled like detergent and Carter, and John loved it.
“Sometimes I want to jerk off into your lotion.”
