Page 70 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

Beau kisses down my throat, his beard tickling my skin and the warm flutter of his breath making goose bumps prickle all over my body. My nipples tighten and my cock drools almost as much as his, leaking precum onto my belly as he traces his tongue along the edges of my tattoos. I thread my fingers through his hair and watch him, mesmerized by the shape of his muscles and the deep rumbling sound he keeps making in his chest.

He laps at one of my nipples, and my hips jerk up automatically, my cock twitching like there’s a direct line from my nipple to my dick.

“Fuck, no one’s ever done that before. Do it again.”

He grins and does it again. Another lightning bolt of pleasure rushes through me. He wraps his lips around the hard bud of my nipple and sucks it gently between his teeth. I gasp, my toes curling and my whole body twitching as my cock gets even harder and more precum spills onto my abs.

He switches and does the same thing to the other one, sucking it until I’m writhing and gasping, humping my cock against him and tugging on his hair without meaning to. Beau moans and releases my stiff nipple to continue his downward journey, laving his tongue into every dip of my abs as they tighten and tremble with my ragged breaths.

“I’ve been watching a lot of gay porn, trying to pick up any tricks I can to get this right,” he confesses with a hoarse chuckle. “It’s stupid, but I keep thinking about that girl you saw a couple of times who you said gave head so damn good you never even got around to fucking her.”

It takes my brain a second to catch up to what he’s even saying. Other people exist? Sounds fake, but whatever.

“Bozy, you could spit on my dick and pinch my balls and it would still be the best damn blowjob I’ve ever gotten because it’s you. My dick is raw from how many times I’ve jerked off in the last month to that totally innocent picture you sent me of your face. Don’t stress.”

“I’m pretty sure I can do better than spitting on it and pinching your balls, but it’s good to know I’ve got a lot of runway.” He chuckles again, finally settling between my spread thighs and wrapping his fist around the base of my cock.

Just the sight of him between my legs with his face inches from my cock is enough to make me groan and squirm. He licks his lips and furrows his brows with a look of concentration that I would tease him about if I weren’t so fucking desperate to get his mouth on me. His hot breath gusts over my crown, dark purple and glistening with precum, and then he wraps his lips around me.

My eyes roll back and I clutch the sheets. Beau’s mouth is on my cock. Fuck, it’s going to be embarrassing if I blow in two seconds before he’s even gotten started. I close my eyes and think of every unsexy thing I can to ease myself back from the edge. Suicide skating drills, the smell of my equipment bag, Basilio running his dumb fucking mouth. Once I’m sure I’m not about to lose it, I peek my eyes open and take in the sight again—Beau’s lips stretched around my cock, his broad shoulders rounded as he bobs his head slowly up and down, just an inch at a time, getting a feel for having a dick in his mouth.

The way his tongue strokes around my tip is clumsy and exploratory at first, just like his shallow bobbing, but it doesn’t take long for his confidence to start to grow. He takes me a little deeper and the strokes of his tongue get firmer and more purposeful, snaking around my crown and lapping at the precum that’s drooling from my slit again. Just like with our kiss, I can feel the tickle of his beard teasing my shaft, reminding me that it’s a man between my legs, that it’s Beau between my legs, even if I close my eyes.

“Just like that, baby. You’re so fucking good,” I say between moans, already hurtling right back to the razor’s edge of an orgasm that no amount of unsexy thoughts will slow down.

He grunts with his mouth full, the sound vibrating down my shaft and settling in my balls. Beau moves his head faster, holding my gaze with a hazy look of pleasure in his eyes as he runs his hands up and down my thighs and over my belly. Is he getting off on sucking me? Fuck, that’s so hot.

I moan again, tightening my fingers in his hair, moving my hips in careful thrusts I can barely control, fucking into the wet suction of his mouth. His tongue strokes over the underside of my shaft with every suck, making my balls feel heavier and the heat build deep in my gut.

“I’m close,” I gasp, forcing my fingers to unwind from around his hair so he can pull off if he wants to. “Fuck, I can’t hold it, I’m gonna… Fuck, Beau.” I shout one last warning and then my hips arch off the bed and I thrust deeper into his mouth than I mean to, the coiled heat in the pit of my stomach exploding all at once. My cock pulses and Beau sputters, making wet, sloppy sounds as he swallows down my orgasm, lapping at my slit to coax every last drop from me before I sag onto the bed again and he lets my spent cock slip from between his lips.

“Sorry,” I rasp. “I didn’t mean to go too deep.”

He looks obscene, with spit and dribbles of my cum streaking his beard, his lips puffy and damp from sucking me, and his eyes still on fire with a look I’ve never seen before.

“Don’t be sorry. That was so hot I almost came when I choked on your cock,” he rasps, reaching down between his legs to grab ahold of his thick, throbbing erection.

“Goddamn, Bozy, have you been studying up on dirty talk too?” I groan. “Come here.”

I’ve barely caught my breath and my body is still shaking, but I don’t care. I want to make him feel as good as he just made me feel. He crawls up the bed and I pull him in for another kiss, moaning at the salty taste of my cum lingering on his lips and tongue. I push him down and scramble to put myself between his legs. I don’t have the patience for all the foreplay, and it doesn’t look like he needs it anyway.

His cock is dark and already leaking so much precum that all the hair on his lower belly is wet and matted with it. His balls are pulled tight against his body too. I want to taste him, I want to hear him scream my name, I want to know what it feels like to have his cum spilling down my throat.

I’ve been studying plenty too, spending way too many hours imagining what it would feel like to have Beau’s heavy cock in my mouth, and I think I’m ready. I wrap my lips around him and take him as deep as I can. He moans and his hips twitch, pressing the head of his cock into the fleshy part of my throat. I gag, my stomach tensing and my body convulsing in protest at the invasion.

He whimpers an apology and starts to pull back, but I grab his hips and hold him there, making myself get used to the feeling, figuring out how to breathe when my mouth is full and my throat is tight. I’ve always loved giving oral, the feeling of someone’s thighs trembling around me when you find the sweet spot and the power of focusing on someone else’s pleasure. Sure, the mechanics are different, but the feeling is the same.

“Trav,” he moans my name, squirming when I’ve held still for too long.

I slowly pull back, tracing the shape of every throbbing vein on his shaft along the way. As soon as his crown is resting on my tongue, I take him deep again, prepared for the gag reflex this time. It’s not as intense the second time, and by the fourth, it’s gone completely. By the fifth bob of my head, I swallow around his cock and take him all the way into my throat.

He pants and groans, twisting the bedsheets in his fists and gasping my name over and over. I get why this turned him on so much now. My cock swells again as I slurp and choke on him, messy and desperate and so fucking hot.

“I’m coming,” he warns, making a halfhearted attempt to push my head away.

I double down, bobbing my head faster and sucking him harder, feeling his cock stiffen and swell between my lips before it starts to pulse, spilling thick, salty spurts of his release right onto my tongue. I drink down every one he gives me, greedily probing his slit for more with the tip of my tongue when they start to slow. I suck him until he whimpers with oversensitivity and sags on the bed, panting and spent.

“Show-off,” he mutters breathlessly.