Chapter 33 #2
No, right now he’s on his knees, asking me how I want my cock sucked, and he will only ever do that for me. His mouth will only ever know my cock, and from now on my mouth will only know his. His mouth, his cock, his ass, mine, mine, mine.
“Only if you tell me what feels good,” he claps back, coating my shaft in his saliva, as he messily licks me up and down.
It’s inexperienced and sloppy, and yet I can’t take my eyes off him.
“You feel good,” I praise him, rubbing his cheek in appreciation. “Do you have any idea how many times I have fantasized about this?” My question is desperate, but he really has no idea how much I have longed for this.
He keeps licking me, wetting my shaft and then swirling his tongue around my tip, until I am thoroughly drenched, not taking his eyes off me. “I’ve been thinking about this since that day in the cave,” he admits, his hot breath teasing me more than he could possibly know.
“I’ve been thinking of this since we were fucking fifteen, now put your mouth on me, Zack.”
A smile flashes across his mouth as he shakes his head slightly, before focusing back on my cock and slowly parting his lips.
I watch with rapt attention as he slowly takes my dick between his lips, just the tip, barely enough to even register, but after dreaming of it for years, I almost lose my mind.
“Fucking hell,” I grit through my teeth, my hand tightening on his head as he takes me a little deeper, humming at the taste of my precum on his tongue.
“You’re going to ruin me with this mouth.
” At that he nods, taking another inch, and it’s the most delectable torture I have ever felt.
“Fuck, that’s it, take some more,” I demand, and he does so instantly, swallowing me even further into his mouth, and I can’t stop from thrusting my hips a little.
“Mmm,” he hums again around my length, and I’m practically drooling at the sight of his perfect mouth stretched around my thick cock. His eyes are wide, pupils blown, and cheeks burning with heat, as he moves his mouth up and down my length, taking me deeper with every bob of his head.
My best friend has always been annoyingly good at everything I have taught him, and it appears sucking my dick will be no different.
I’m speechless as he takes his time slurping up and down my cock, listening to every hitch of my breath, noting every flex of my hips.
He can’t get enough of licking me, sucking me, ruining me, and it’s too much and not enough at the same time.
My breathing is heavy, hands shaking, body burning, as his head bobs back and forth, still easing me deeper until I can feel myself at the back of his throat.
It feels so god damn warm and tight, having never had a cock there before, and he’s acting like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
Sucking and groaning and throating my dick in desperation, until I am ready to lose my mind.
“That’s it, suck my fucking dick, baby, you’re so good.” I stroke his hair, before sliding my fingers into it and gripping it tight, tipping his head back and pulling his gaze back to mine. “You like the taste of my cock, don’t you, sweet boy?”
He nods firmly, nearly gagging, as I slip even deeper with the new angle, and his hands fly to my waist to hold himself steady. Spit dribbles down his chin, as he gives me the messiest blowjob I have ever received, but somehow I’m already on the brink of cumming.
“Use your hand if you need to,” I demand, loving the feeling of him throating me, but not wanting to push him too much on his first time.
Smooth and long fingers wrap around my base, jerking me roughly with a slight twist, and I curse.
“Fuck, that’s it, jerk me into that hot mouth.
” All I can think about is how tight his virgin hole must be, and how desperate I am to take it.
“Gonna train this mouth of yours, gonna fuck it everyday until your throat is stained with my cum,” I tell him, thrusting into his fist and mouth harder than before.
“Then I’m gonna fuck your ass until you are spilling, stuffing you so deeply that you will never forget who you belong to. ”
Another groan vibrates around my cock, his rhythm not relenting for a second, as if his sole focus is swallowing my cum.
I fuck his mouth hard and fast, using him like nothing but a slick hole and worse, he fucking loves it.
Every rough tug on his hair and harsh snap of my hips has him sucking me even harder, with slutty little moans falling from his lips.
“Mmm, I think the powerful Zack Royton likes being used by his best friend like a little slut.” I tug his hair sharply, making him groan again, before using my thumb to swipe away an escaped tear. “Fuck, you look pretty when you cry for me, baby.”
My words push him over the edge, and his eyes roll as I slam into his sweet mouth over and over again, until I can feel myself start to spill against his tongue.
Ropes of cum hit the back of his throat without warning, and I see his eyes widen before he starts to swallow me once more.
He doesn’t stop until he has sucked out every last drop of cum, and when he tries to pull away, I grip his chin roughly in my hand.
“Show me,” I demand. “Open your mouth and show me how well I used it.” Zack obeys instantly, dropping his jaw in my hold, pushing out his tongue until I can see the remnants of my release still stained there.
His eyes are red and glossy, but still desperate for something more.
“Good boy,” I praise. “Now, let’s go home so we can fill up our girl. ”