Chapter 35 #2
Cantrell turned Illias towards the wall.
Kissing the nape of Illias’ neck, he inched his hands up Illias’ side, pushing his shirt further up until he pulled it off and tossed it to the side.
Cantrell dropped his hands back to Illias’ waist. Fingers fumbled with his belt and slacks until they came undone.
Cantrell shoved Illias’ pants and underwear down in one movement.
“Oh my God,” Cantrell groaned, dropping to his knees.
He grabbed Illias’ plump ass and nipped at one cheek. “I can’t wait to devour you.”
“Shut up,” Illias huffed, a pouty edge to his words, while inching his legs further apart.
“Do you want me to eat you, pet?” Cantrell spread Illias open. “Show you how much I crave you?”
“God, please, Father. I need it,” Illias whimpered. Cantrell leaned forward and buried his face between Illias’ cheeks, licking once across his hole. “Ah! Fuck, give me a—ah—warning, will yo-u?” Illias stuttered between whimpers.
Cantrell made a noise, but didn’t pull back.
He traced his tongue around Illias’ hole, pressing his tongue flat against it and giving long, slow licks, enjoying the sounds it drew from Illias and the way it made him squirm.
Cantrell wondered if this was Illias’ first time having his ass eaten.
Based on how much he writhed and the noises he was making, Cantrell assumed it was.
Or at least it wasn’t something Illias had done often.
Either way, it didn’t matter. Cantrell cared more about the fact that he was the one making Illias feel good.
That no one else would ever get to see him like this.
Pants and underwear barely past thick, hairy thighs, legs partially spread, presenting his ass like a good boy.
Cantrell leaned back slightly and spat on Illias’ hole, making him jerk.
“Fuck, I didn’t realize how nasty you were, Father,” Illias laughed breathlessly.
Cantrell chuckled, keeping Illias’ ass spread with one hand and using the other to tease the tight ring of muscle by circling it with a finger. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me yet, pup.”
Illias moaned, pushing back against Cantrell’s fingers. “I know one thing though: your fingers feel amazing inside me.”
“Is that your way of asking for something?” he teased, pressing his thumb to Illias’ hole.
“I thought you said ‘fuck the games,’” Illias whined.
“I did but”—Cantrell pushed his thumb in and Illias mewled—“You beg so pretty for me, pup.” Cantrell worked his thumb slowly in and out, cautious of the fact that spit didn’t work too well for lube. “What is it that you want?”
“You, always you.” Illias moaned, dropping his head against the wall with a dull thud.
Cantrell twisted his thumb, pressing it as deep as he could get it.
“Fuck,” Illias whined. “I want you inside me. Want you to finally fuck me like I’ve wanted since we’ve met.
Please, Father, I promise I’ll be a good boy. ”
“I love listening to you like this. Words running together, breathless, needy.” Cantrell eased his thumb almost completely out, teasing Illias’ rim. “Do you think you deserve my cock inside you?”
“Please, Father,” he moaned. “I’ll do anything.”
Cantrell removed his thumb and got to his feet. “Finish undressing for me, pup.”
He stepped back to give Illias space, watching him strip with hungry eyes. Illias piled his clothes on the floor then dropped to his knees without being asked.
“Stay there, pup,” Cantrell ordered, mind racing with possibilities.
“Yes Father,” Illias replied, holding his hands behind his back as if it was natural instinct to present himself.
Cantrell took a few seconds to commit the sight to memory then left the living room.
He dipped into the bathroom, quickly washed his lower face and gargled mouth wash, then went on to the bedroom.
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and his old rosary.
Returning to the living room, Cantrell saw Illias still kneeling right where he had left him.
“Good boy,” he praised. He placed the lube and rosary on the small table next to the recliner then sat down. “Now, crawl to me.”
Redness coated Illias face as he did what he was told. Cantrell’s cock strained against his slacks, aching to be touched.
“Please, Father,” Illias started, kneeling between Cantrell’s legs. Nimble fingers worked at undoing Cantrell’s slacks. “Let me please you,” he said, taking out Cantrell’s cock.
Illias licked a strip from base to tip on the underside, swirled his tongue around the tip, then wrapped his lips around it.
Cantrell tangled his fingers in Illias’ hair, guiding his head down.
Encouraging him to take more into his mouth.
Cantrell groaned, slumping back into the recliner while he watched Illias bob up and down.
“Such a good fucking boy,” Cantrell praised. Illias hummed around his cock and Cantrell moaned. “Christ, come here, I need to be inside you,” he said, releasing Illias’ hair.
Coming off Cantrell’s cock with a lewd smack, Illias wiped the back of his hand across his mouth then got to his feet. He straddled Cantrell’s lap, hovering slightly. “What’s that for?” Illias asked, eyes darting to the rosary.
“I nearly forgot I brought this out.” Cantrell picked up the rosary.
“Lean down for me, pup.” Illias bent his head down and Cantrell placed the rosary around his neck.
“I want you to start wearing this beneath your clothes”—Cantrell grabbed the rosary and pulled Illias close—“so you’ll always know who you belong to. ”
“I’m yours, Father,” Illias breathed. “All yours.”
“All mine. And now,” Cantrell said as he grabbed the lube off the table, “I can finally have what’s mine.” He dripped lube onto his cock then set the bottle aside. “Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock, pet. You’ve been so good and patient for me.”
“Please,” Illias whined, “can I?”
“Go ahead.” Cantrell released the rosary, allowing Illias free movement.
He reached between them, replacing Cantrell’s hand, and Illias lowered himself slowly.
Cantrell felt the tip of his cock meet resistance.
“Take it slow, pet,” he murmured, holding Illias’ hips.
“Don’t hurt—fuck,” the swear punched itself from Cantrell’s lungs as the head went inside Illias.
“Oh fuck,” Illias groaned, stilling for a moment. “I forgot how fucking thick you are. Holy fuck.”
Cantrell rubbed soothing circles on Illias’ hips. “It’s okay, take your time. You’re doing so well for me.”
Illias let out a long, slow breath then continued to lower himself, taking Cantrell inch by inch until he was fully inside.
Tight warmth encased Cantrell’s cock, and it took every ounce of willpower he’d accumulated over the years to not cum right then and there.
Illias dropped against Cantrell’s chest, hiding his face in the crook of Cantrell’s neck.
“I’m so fucking full,” he whined into Cantrell.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he praised, moving Illias’ hips ever so slowly, noting every little noise he made. Cantrell turned his head towards Illias, kissing and marking every part of him that Cantrell could reach. “Beautiful, amazing, fucking divine,” he praised.
“I love you,” Illias choked out, muffled by Cantrell’s clothed shoulder.
Cantrell nuzzled against Illias’ head. “Say it again,” he whispered.
Illias lifted his head and bumped noses with Cantrell. “I love you.”
Cantrell surged forward, catching Illias’ lips in a messy kiss.
Needing him closer, infinitesimally closer, Cantrell wrapped his arms around Illias’ waist and held him tight.
Illias trembled and a wet saltiness spread across his lips.
Cantrell tried to pull back but Illias gave chase, reconnecting their lips without giving him a chance to check on him.
Cantrell unwrapped his arms, wedging them between their bodies. He cupped Illias’ face then pulled back. “Illias,” Cantrell breathed, wiping away a stray tear as it rolled down Illias’ cheek.
“I need you,” Illias’ voice shook. “God, I fucking need you.”
“Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you. I’m here,” Cantrell assured. “I’m here,” he repeated, placing their foreheads together.
Illias swallowed, squeezing his eyes closed. “I just—I love you so fucking much, I can hardly breathe. Cantrell, please, say it back.”
“Oh, my sweet boy,” he murmured. “Look at me,” he requested. Glossy brown eyes looked into steel blue. “I love you more than I have loved anything or anyone in my entire life.” Cantrell blinked back tears of his own. “You are my everything,” he whispered.
Cantrell kissed Illias tenderly and carefully, like he was a fragile thing.
Something that would break if Cantrell moved too fast or touched too hard.
But Illias deepened the kiss, giving a small, quick bite to Cantrell’s lip.
Cantrell parted his lips. Set aside his own desires to allow Illias to take the lead.
Illias began to rock his hips. Slow and steady at first, building in pace until he was bouncing in Cantrell’s lap.
Their kiss deteriorated the faster Illias moved, until they could no longer call it a kiss.
“I want you to cum inside,” Illias panted. “I’ve never let anyone do it before. But I need it. Need you,” he babbled, movements growing a little more erratic.
“Yeah?” Cantrell dropped a hand between them, wrapping it around Illias’ cock in a loose fist. “Want me to fill you up while you make a mess between us?” Illias made a pitiful noise and nodded. “Milk my cock then, love. Make me cum inside that tight fucking ass.”
Illias whimpered, chasing his pleasure from both ends. “I can’t—I’m not going to last—fuck—Cantrell—”
“It’s okay, love. Let go, make a mess for me,” Cantrell encouraged, wrapping his hand a little tighter around Illias’ cock.
“Haa—please. More. Keep talking. So close.”
“You’re doing so fucking good for me. You feel so good around my cock. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough after this,” Cantrell rambled, watching Illias’ movements grow sloppy and reckless. “Can’t wait to fill you up, going to finally claim you. Make you mine.”
“Yours,” Illias echoed.
“That’s right, love. Mine. Now be a good boy and cum for me.”
Illias tensed and stilled, except for his hips jerking sporadically as he came, coating Cantrell's hand and shirt. Cantrell groaned at the sensation of Illias tightening around him and came. Head buzzing with euphoria, Cantrell wrapped his arms around Illias and pulled him down, not caring about the mess or how sweaty either of them were. Illias cuddled into him, mumbling incoherently. Cantrell pressed a kiss to Illias’ sweat damp head.
“Shh, rest now, love. We’ll get clean in a moment. ”
But cleaning up was the furthest thing from Cantrell’s mind because he finally understood why Jesus loved Judas, despite knowing what was going to happen.
Jesus knew that Judas was going to be his end, but also his beginning.
Guiding him from one life to another and showing him transformation was possible. Just as Illias had guided Cantrell.