He held Dylan against his crotch, rubbing him up and down, nothing but a thin layer of spandex separating the boy’s face from his pulsating cock.
Dylan moaned, happily nuzzling into the line of Ryker’s erection and breathing in his musky scent.
Ryker hadn’t built up a real sweat, but he’d been running for close to an hour and he hadn’t showered since that morning. He knew his crotch had to smell a little musky. The fact that Dylan seemed to enjoy that opened up a whole world of possibilities.
Later, he’d have to see how Dylan liked the scent of his armpits. He’d love to grab him by the neck and shove him into his sweaty pit, or maybe he’d lay him down on the bed and sit on his face.
Maybe he’d do both.
He pushed Dylan down to his balls, spreading the bulge over his nose and shoving the lower half of his face between his legs. Dylan’s head was practically between his thighs, and Ryker could feel his breaths against his taint.
He tensed his thighs, squeezing Dylan’s head between his legs until he was whimpering.
“Do you like that?” he asked, dragging Dylan’s face up and pushing him back into his cock.
“Yes,” Dylan mumbled, sticking out his tongue and licking the spandex where it pulled tight over the head of his cock.
Ryker growled, the sensation of Dylan’s lips on his cock-head like a buzz of electricity racing up his spine.
It felt so good.
Yanking Dylan’s head away from his crotch, Ryker reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. The rigid length was throbbing, his foreskin pulled back to reveal the mushroom-shaped head of his cock. He slapped it down on Dylan’s face, rubbing the spongy head all over Dylan’s lips, nose and cheeks.
“There you go,” he growled, making a mess of Dylan’s face. He poked him in the eye, over his eyelid, before moving down and circling his lips.
Dylan opened his mouth and tried to catch it in his mouth.
He looked like a baby bird.
“Slut,” Ryker chuckled, deciding to give him what he wanted. He pushed the head of his cock past Dylan’s teeth and shifted his stance, angling his hips and driving into the boy’s mouth at just the right angle to push down into his throat.
Dylan choked, the sudden invasion catching him off guard. He tried to pull his mouth off Ryker’s shaft, but Ryker held him down and forced him to take it.
They’d have to work on not using teeth, Ryker noted, but that could wait. For now, he wanted to see how deep he could get.
“Tap out if you can’t take it,” he said, keeping his voice calm and authoritative.
He waited a second, doing nothing, but Dylan didn’t tap out. His hands were on Ryker’s legs, clutching his thighs, fingers scrambling to find purchase in the tight spandex.
What he wasn’t doing, Ryker noted with a pleased smirk, was trying to push him away or get him to stop.
“Good boy,” he praised, letting his voice rumble appreciatively. He took a step forward, walking right up to the kitchen sink and trapping Dylan’s head between his cock and the cupboard. He’d gotten about half his cock down his throat, and the boy was a mess. His eyes were wet, his nose running, and there was drool leaking down his chin and onto his shirt.
Ryker was impressed that he wasn’t throwing up. Despite some choking and gagging, he was doing a pretty good job of swallowing and keeping his reflexes in check.
“Tap out or I’m going to keep going.”
Dylan’s hands stilled, and Ryker grinned. He shifted his grip, angling Dylan’s throat for slightly better access, and resumed pushing his cock down the boy’s throat.
Ryker could feel Dylan’s esophagus expanding to make room for him, the tight passage struggling to accommodate his girthy length. He kept pushing, and before long he’d managed to bury his whole ten inches.
Closing his eyes, Ryker held still and enjoyed the convulsions of Dylan’s throat around his shaft.
It was no wonder August had wolfed out when he came. Ryker hadn’t felt this feral in years.
“Ten seconds,” he said, grinding his hips down on Dylan’s face. The boy’s nose was buried in his pubic hair, and Ryker wondered if it tickled.
Dylan started choking, and Ryker had to flex his arms to keep him in place.
