The moment the taste of his pre-cum hits my senses, my brain short-circuits. There’s a small part of me that wonders if this is what it’s like to take drugs. There’s no doubt in my mind that this is something I could get addicted to.
I press my tongue against his slit as my fist strokes up and down his shaft, coaxing more from him. Then I try sucking again, and following the reaction of his abs tightening and hips twitching, I take a little more of him. With my hand around his base, thumb gently caressing the skin where his shaft meets his balls, I experiment with taking more and more of him, suctioning my mouth on my way up and moaning whenever there’s a reward.
My gag reflex becomes an issue, but he brushes his hand over my cheek and whispers that I don’t have to take him so deep, that what I’m doing is amazing and he’s close.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you might want to–Oof!“ I end up gagging myself hard in my haste to make sure he’s not going anywhere.
I want it, alright? I want it so bad.
I’m a goal-driven guy. When I really put my mind to something, I can usually work it out. Now, I’m putting all my focus on licking, sucking, and stroking him in all the ways he’s liked most, until he moans low in his throat and tenses up.
Unlike me, he gives a warning before flooding my mouth. But, seeing as I’m lacking much experience in giving or receiving head, I’m not aware of the exact timing or just how muchwould come out of him. I’d planned on sucking it down like a milkshake through a straw, but I end up coughing, forcing a good bit of it out the sides of my mouth, and a little up my nose as well.
“Shit,” he gasps, hips rocking into my fist as I continue sucking and pumping him through his orgasm, not wanting it to end. When he falls back, I get to work cleaning up my mess, because I’ll be damned if I don’t get to taste every drop.
I lap at him, cleaning every escaped remnant from his shaft, his pubic hair, his–
“Oh fuck. Did you just suck my–“ He falls back, covering his face with his hands, muttering, “This guy,” but his hips buck when I suck one ball, and then the other, into my mouth, feeling the weight of them. I work my tongue around them, making sure he’s clean. When I pull back to inspect my work in the dim light of the moonbeam, I realize a small rivulet has made its way all the way down past his taint into new territory.
I look up while tentatively brushing my fingertips down towards my new obsession. Because not only will I cry if I can’t get that last drop, but I’m realizing there’s a lot more to explore down there, and I don’t want to leave an inch of him to my imagination.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, nearly shaking with nerves and sheer want. My fingers ghost over his crack so he knows what I’m referring to.
He moans. “You can do whatever you want.”
I look up at his face, trying to gauge his expression to see if he’s serious. He sits up and leans forward, pulling me to rise and guiding my face up to his.
“Baby, you can kiss, touch, lick, suck, or fuck any part of me you want,” he rasps before kissing me deeply. My cock doesn’t just twitch, it fucking jumps, tapping against the inside of his thigh. He grins wide against my lips. “I have a condom and a packet of lube in my wallet,” he says.
I blink rapidly, not believing that this is where the night has taken me.And to think I didn’t want to come to this party.
“There’s some in the bathroom, too,” I say roughly. I thought it was weird that they’d stocked those for the party, but damn if I don’t understand and appreciate the forethought now.
“Good,” he says. “Because I don’t think once is going to be enough.” He reaches down and palms his growing erection. “I’m already getting hard again.”
Releasing a shaky breath, because I am far past hard again already, I guide him to lay back down and take my place between his legs again. Palming the backs of his thighs, I push them up and out a bit, allowing my gaze to fall to his ass, spread open for me.
It’s too dark to see as much as I’d like, and an involuntary rumble leaves my throat. That rumble becomes a growl when my tongue finds his perfect, puckered hole. He’s so smooth down here. And so small. I have my doubts about fitting myself inside there, but I’m okay with nothing more than this.
I do exactly what he said. I touch, kiss, lick, and suck him in the one place I never in a million lifetimes would ever think I’d put my mouth. I get into it, feasting on him while my hips rut into the bed linens.
He’s gasping and moaning, whispering instructions and encouragement. When he begs me for a finger, I drench it inas much spit as I can before pressing into him. He’s so hot and tight inside. I work just the tip of my finger in and out, unsure of what to do. But he reaches down and takes my hand, pushing until my finger is all the way inside him, then uses my finger to fuck himself.
I’m panting by the time he coaches me to crook my finger, guiding me to find his prostate.
“There!” he chokes out. “Right there.” I work him just the way he showed me until he’s whimpering and begging me to stop. “I don’t want to come again just yet. I’m not ready for this to be over.”
“Me either.”
“Want me to show you yours? Your prostate, I mean?”
There’s a little bit of fear and apprehension mixed in with my longing and excitement, but I swallow it down and nod. “Yeah, okay.”
The beam of light catches his smile. “Lay back, then. I’ll grab the lube.”
His fingers find my hole, and he spends a moment circling it, massaging around the ring until I relax. “You are the sexiest human being I’ve ever met in my life,” he says as he trails kisses up the inside of my thigh.
I want to tell him that I’m convinced he’s not even real, or maybe some kind of mythical creature that turns people into sex fiends because I’ve never felt like this in my life. But before I can say anything, his tongue swipes against me. It’s…strange, at first. I have to focus on how much I loved doing this for him to even consider that he’d want to be down there, and that helpsme relax. Before I know it, he’s pressing a finger inside me, breaching me. It’s a strange pressure, but not bad. And then it’s good–reallygood.Too good.
