I suck the tip of his dick into my mouth, pulling his foreskin down so I can tongue the sensitive sliver of skin underneath the head of his cock. A stream of precum runs down the side of his cock. I watch its slow descent, mesmerized as it runs down his overheated flesh. Running my fingers down the side of him, I collect the drop and suck it into my mouth, letting the slightly bittersweet taste settle on my tastebuds.
I jerk his cock while I lick his tip, swirling my tongue around his sensitive head as he feeds me the small drops of his cum while he thrusts his hips, chasing my mouth.
An idea hits me like a lighting bolt, zinging my nerves in anticipation as I bolt upright, staring down at Raiden, his hard cock standing straight in the air, the angry red tip begging for a release. His balls are smooth and hairless, sitting high and pretty underneath the base of his cock. I can see the crease of his ass, still slightly puffy from our quick rendezvous in the shower last night. I’ll give him a break from my dick, for today at least.
“Stand up,” I demand, now that the idea has taken control my brain is in the backseat as my mind reacts to chasing its pleasure. He jolts, but does as I say, standing on shaking legs as unsteady as a baby deer.
I grab his hips, holding him steady as I pull my cock out unceremoniously.
This won’t take long, just the thought of doing something like this with Raiden has my blood boiling and my body demanding to give myself over to pleasure.
Our heights make it a little difficult to maneuver, but when I have my legs slightly bent and I’m stable enough in this position I won’t fall over and make a fool of myself. I led him closerto me by grabbing onto his cock and pulling him until the heads bump. My piercing move with each rough jerk, heightening my arousal.
“Have you ever heard of docking?” My voice is husky, deep and growly as I stare down at him with hunger in my eyes. The need for us to be connected.
His eyes widen, and he nods quickly, tugging on his lip ring as he follows my movements.
“Have you ever done it before?” A dumb question, and if he says yes, I might throw this whole plan away and fuck him until he forgets there was anyone else before me.
A shake of his head, his pink hair flying with the quick movement.
“Good boy.” I pull my foreskin over the head of my cock, and his. The feeling of his cock underneath the thin barrier of skin has my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I slightly thrust my hips, bumping the tips of our cocks together. His is slick and wet against mine.
“Jer, Jerrr,” he draws my name out on a low moan, but doesn’t move away from me as I use my foreskin to keep us connected as I thrust gently. My hips rock back and forth and soon enough, Raiden is meeting my hips with gusto, the tips of our cocks bumping and slicking against each other.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so goddamn good.” I groan, letting my head fall back against my shoulders as pleasure thrums through my veins.
Raiden’s body shudders, and his broken moan pierces the air as a burst of wetness gushes across my tip, soaking both of us in his release.
My vision whites out as pleasure courses up my spine and my balls tighten until my release barrels out of me and into the shared connection.
My body comes back online as my chest heaves, Raiden’seyes are closed and he’s swaying on his feet with a small smile gracing his lips.
I kiss him, reveling in the small connection before I pull back and gently tug my foreskin from around his head. Our combined release drips to the floor in a small puddle and the head of my cock is soaked.
“Well, we’re definitely going to be late for therapy now.”
47
JERICHO
The sound of laughter is loud as I carry the tray of snacks to Raiden’s dance studio in the backyard, following the stones of our pathway. The sun shines brightly through the puffy blue clouds in the sky, the weather is starting to warm up so Raiden has been allowing his dancers to play outside while they wait.
Damon is spinning in circles, holding the hand of another boy in his class. When the pair sees me, they smile before charging at me full speed, still holding hands. They attempt to run past me, forcing me to break their arms apart as they cackle.
The other boy, Mateo, is Damon’s neighbor and in his same class at school. I got to hear all about the new boy at school at our last family get together. Damon blushed the whole time, but his toothy smile was too adorable with one missing front tooth to try to heckle him about it.
Mateo’s mom and Sophia have been getting close recently too, so I’ll expect to start seeing her more often than her just dropping Mateo off at dance practice.
The other kids from Raiden’s class hear the commotion andall file out in a mess of unorganized chaos as they surround me, reaching their small, grubby hands out for the snacks I’ve brought. I’ve been demoted from thecool uncle Jerthat Damon proclaimed me as, to a swarm of children’s snack bitch. It’s not too bad of a demotion though, I quite like trying out different recipes and things I’ve seen online. Especially if it has hidden vegetables, but that’s mostly for my own entertainment of feeding the children stuff that is good for them, but tastes good. I’ve shared quite a few recipes I’ve tried with the other parent’s as well and they have nothing but glowing reviews.
Raiden flows out of the doorway, like some sort of ethereal fairy prince, with his pink hair braided back and tied at the bottom to keep his hair out of his face. There’s still a few strands that have managed to escape and surround his flushed face. Beads of sweat are visible through the thin shirt he has on. He’s been working too hard for too long. He pushes himself to his limits most days, and sometimes it scares me. But other times, it amazes me with how much he’s managed to overcome. Especially in the short month he’s been out of the hospital. We managed to get all of his stuff moved in. He started his own danceacademyas he calls it, even helping out with the high school’s dance team. He’s been exceptional in everything he’s done.
And seeing him standing in front of me now, I’m hit with the same sense ofaweas I always am when it comes to him.
If we were anywhere else, I would pull him into me and trace my tongue up the side of his neck to catch the droplets of sweat lingering there. Tasting the salty release and his clean skin. But there are children around, and children should not be subjected to see anything like that.
I’ll wait until they go, then I can properly defile my boyfriend in the peace of our own house.
