“I do.”
“Can I say hello to your cock now?”
Will leans back, spreading his legs further. He’s hardagain, his crown and part of his shaft poking out from the boxers. Owen sits with his legs crossed, sliding closer to rest his cheek on Will’s warm and mostly smooth thigh. Being so close allows him to smell the muskiness coming from Will’s crotch. He inhales deeply, letting the scent swim through his nose and caress his brain.
“Should I go for a quick shower?” Will asks.
“Only if you want me to cry again.”
“I guess that’s a no.”
Owen inhales again, then decides it’s time to make Will see heaven. He slides his tongue out and gives a quick lick to the tip of his cock. As expected, Will shivers.
Hold tight, baby.
With every brush of his tongue, Will’s erection grows until most of his cock is out of the boxers. It’s big and thick, elegant and not too veiny. Owen parts his lips to take the cock into his mouth, using his tongue to circle the sensitive skin. He slides his fingers through the other side of the boxers to find Will’s hefty balls. There’s barely any hair on them, and what’s there is soft and nice to the touch. On the couch, Will is breathing fast, mumbling things that aren’t quite words yet might as well be poetry.
The feeling of the thick cock inside his mouth makes Owen’s own cock press hard against his jeans, but he loves the subtle pain. He slides his mouth further down,his nose tickled by soft pubic hair.
“Owen… damn, that feels so good.”
With his mouth and right hand occupied, that leaves his left hand free. He reaches for Will’s chest, pinching his nipple and tugging it. It’s a challenge to concentrate between three different activities, making Owen feel like a sex octopus. Will squirms on the couch, rocking his hips back and forth.
“Jesus, Owen.”
He moves to pinch Will’s other nipple while starting to taste his precum. His own precum is dripping in his underwear.
Will takes Owen’s hand from his chest and moves it to his lips. He sucks on his fingers as he continues to moan. The feeling of his hot throat is making it hard for Owen to concentrate. He refocuses himself and sucks harder, challenging his gag reflex. With his right hand, he firmly massages the warm skin between Will’s balls and his crack, careful not to reach too low even though he’s tempted.
Will lets out what can only be described as a breathless squeal. His legs shake and his toes curl. He slides Owen’s fingers out of his mouth to say, “I can’t hold it any longer.”
Owen raises his head. “Come in my mouth, okay?”
“You sure?”
“Positive.” Owen slides Will’s cock back into his mouth, sucking with everything he’s got while stillmassaging the skin beneath Will’s balls.
Between the moans, growls, and occasional whimper, Will mumbles, “It feels so good. I’m so close. I… Owen, I’m about to… I’m… I’m…”
Years of experience have barely prepared Owen for the amount of cum that floods his mouth. Still, he swallows it all, holding firmly to Will’s warm balls until nothing more is coming out. He raises his head and wipes his lips, smiling at the sight of Will sprawled on the couch. His head is hanging on his chest as if he’s drunk.
Owen remains quiet, waiting patiently for Will to land back on earth. He hopes the romantic side of him won’t disappear now that he has climaxed. He knows it can happen.
Will slowly opens his eyes, a dreamy smile on his lips. Owen is surprised when Will slips to the floor, standing on his knees in front of him. Before he can speak, he’s being pulled into a hug. He wraps his arms around Will’s broad back, resting his head on his shoulder. “You okay?”
Will breathes against Owen, his chest hair tickling. “I think I saw God for a moment.”
“What was she wearing?”
Will laughs. He leans back to hold Owen’s face. “Would I be out of line to invite you to spend the night?”
“I’d love that, but I’ll need to call my aunt first.”
Will’s lips twitch as if he has an unpleasant thought. “Just don’t tell her you’re staying here, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I should go grab a shower in the meantime.”
