CHAPTER 11
“Cole…” Gabe was breathing hard and slightly erratic as Cole went to the floor in front of him. “You don’t have to…” He swallowed hard enough to emit an audible gulp. “The hand job… it was working just fine…”
Cole didn’t say a word, gripped Gabe’s hips, and turned him so that he was leaning against the shower wall.
Going by personal experience, Cole suspected the man would need some support once the blow job was in full swing.
Cole felt a little self-conscious about his abilities, but the last time, with Eric—before things got out of control—he had apparently been doing a good job getting him worked up.
If Cole had been bad at sucking cock, Eric wouldn’t have insisted on staying inside his mouth… would he?
Gabe touched his head with a bit of hesitation. “Are you sure you want to…”
Looking up, Cole lightly stroked Gabe’s swollen cock. Holding his baby blues in a firm gaze, Cole licked his erection from root to tip, sliding his wet tongue around the plump, glistening crown in a lazy arc.
“Huh…” Gabe’s hips spasmed, his dick jumping against Cole’s tongue and spitting out bubbles of precum that Cole eagerly lapped up. A tremor quivered through Gabe’s thighs. “Oh, my god…”
Cole ran both fists along his thick, pulsing shaft, the veins so engorged with blood they were nearly as hard as cords beneath his palms. “I told you,” Cole moaned as his lips grazed the underside of his cock. “I won’t do anything I don’t want to do.”
“I…” Gabe swallowed, his throat working. “… okay…”
The man was literally trembling on the brink of sexual combustion.
Too much teasing and he’d blow his “stack.” Cole hoped his orgasm would hold long enough to get in a few thorough sucks before his balls exploded.
The blowjob he’d received from Gabe had very nearly imploded his brain; he wished to return the favor.
Swirling his tongue in another arc around the purplish head, Cole wrapped his lips over the crown and squeezed.
A sharp gasp escaped Gabe, and his hands smacked flat against the tiles, his hips involuntarily jutting forward.
Cole heard a soft thump as Gabe’s head dropped back, hitting the wall, followed by a ragged gasp of breath.
Cole rubbed his fists up and down the hard shaft, lightly gripping and twisting, as he sucked firmly on the head. Precum spilled across the back of his tongue, mingling with his saliva, igniting his taste buds with a salty, slightly citrusy tang. Not a bad flavor at all.
“Fuck, baby…” Gabe whimpered, his shoulders pressing against the wall as his hips arched forward. “Oh my… fuuuck… that feels so… good.”
Cole felt him straining against the need to thrust in deeper. He wouldn’t, not after the blowjob story Cole had just told him. Gabe was virtually a stranger, yet somehow, Cole trusted him completely. He had no explanation for that trust, only that it was there and it was very real.
Shit… shit… shit.
Gabe squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, his breath hissing between his teeth as he desperately fought to suppress his orgasm. As badly as he needed to cum, he didn’t want to… not yet.
Fuck—it feels so good!
His swollen cockhead slid rhythmically back and forth across the surface of Cole’s strong, silken tongue, leaving glistening trails of precum that mingled with saliva.
Cole’s mouth was a velvety vise, his tongue working in waves beneath Gabe’s shaft while the suction pulled blood to the surface of his skin.
Each stroke sent Gabe’s tip gliding across the textured roof of Cole’s mouth, the pressure from above and below creating a perfect, slick channel that threatened to unravel him completely.
“Uuuhhhh…” Gabe squeezed his eyes tighter, ready to fucking bawl; it felt so goddamn good.
He desperately wanted to look down and watch Cole suck his dick, but feared he’d ejaculate prematurely at the glorious vision of his cock sliding between the man’s lips.
“Fuck… fuck, Cole… oh my god… you’re so good… so good, baby… don’t stop…”
His hand shook as he reached for Cole’s head, his fingers slipping through his wet strands, compelled to grab fistfuls and hold on for dear life. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. He needed Cole to know he could be trusted to stay in control—even if it was fucking torture.
But what sweet torture…
It reassured Gabe that Cole didn’t tense up at his touch. Instead of causing hesitation, Cole seemed inspired by the feel of Gabe’s fingers twisting through his damp strands. He sucked harder—and Gabe went through the fucking roof, expelling a ragged cry that seemed to burst from his very core.
Fuck-fuck-fuck—I’m gonna cum! I can’t hold it…
Gabe grabbed the thick, heavy root of his cock, squeezing with thumb and index finger, desperate to stave off his orgasm if only for a few moments more.
“Suck me, Cole…” he gasped, his body shaking as he battled his orgasm, fighting it—and steadily losing. “Suck me, baby… suck me-suck me-suck me… I’m so close… so fucking close…” His words shuddered off his lips in broken syllables as his chest began to hitch with deep, brutal breaths.
Cole moaned, sending agonizing vibrations through Gabe’s cock. He pushed further onto his dick, forcing the cockhead into the back of his throat, where the slick, hot muscles squeezed the plump tip.
“Aaahhhh!” Gabe cried out loud, sure he felt real tears forming behind his clamped eyelids.
Suddenly, Cole was pumping his mouth on Gabe’s cock, root to tip, up and down the full fucking length, lips squeezing and tugging, mouth clenching and sucking so hard. Gabe’s dick bumped the back of Cole’s throat in a steady, mind-blowing rhythm, sometimes dipping deeper into his throat canal.
“Fuck!” Gabe choked, clutching the base of his cock. It was no use, he couldn’t hold it back—he was going to cum!
His overfull balls were suddenly engulfed in Cole’s hand, the weight of them heavy and hot against his palm.
Cole’s fingers worked them individually, rolling each sensitive orb between thumb and forefinger, gently tugging and massaging the taut skin as he swallowed Gabe’s cock on each downstroke, his throat muscles constricting around the throbbing head.
Gabe’s toes curled violently against the shower floor as his knees bent slightly, the volcano in his loins seconds from erupting.
“Cole…” Gabe gasped, almost gagging on the ecstasy surging through his body. “I can’t… hold it… I’m gonna cum…” He felt the detonation building. “Fuck-fuck-fuuuck! I’m cumming-I’m cumming-I’m—Fuuu-HUUCK!!”
Rather than pull off, Cole sucked his cock into his throat and held it, clenching with his whole mouth.
Gabe jerked hard, cum bursting out of him like a firehose.
He felt the force of each “squirt” as it shot down Cole’s throat, each pulse of his member rolling across Cole’s tongue as it pumped the cum from his body.
The last thing he wanted was to hear Cole choking or gagging.
The man did neither. His throat worked rapidly, swallowing the shots of cum like they were shots of whiskey, his loud moans humming through Gabe’s sensitive cock, causing an almost relaxing sensation as the intensity of the orgasm subsided in stages.
Gabe let out a sudden, sharp exhale, sagging against the wall and slowly sinking to the floor as every ounce of strength left his limbs.
Cole’s tongue darted out, licking a droplet of cum from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Gabe, a trembling heap on the floor, back pressed weakly against the tiled wall, eyes heavy with a slight dampness, the rich blueness of his irises illuminated as he stared back at Cole.
“I thought you… liked me,” Gabe panted, a slight wheeze in his voice. Something glinted in his baby blues, and a faint, exhausted smile twitched the edge of his mouth. “I didn’t know… you wanted to… kill me.”
Cole licked his lips and smiled at the compliment. The bittersweet tang of Gabe’s cum lingered on his tongue, embedded in his taste buds. It was a flavor he could get used to. He ducked his head, a sheepish smile forming. “I don’t think I’m skilled enough to kill you that way.”
“Fuck.” Gabe chuckled, a raspy sound in his throat.
“You almost did.” His gaze roamed over Cole’s nude body.
“You have some mad skills, baby.” He smiled tiredly.
“I do believe I’ve discovered another of your natural talents.
” He reached out and trailed his fingertips over Cole’s knee, his touch like static electricity against Cole’s damp skin.
“Can’t wait to see what other talents you've got hidden in there.”
“I wouldn’t know.” Cole scooted closer, very aware of his own erection. Sucking Gabe was like a pure, unfiltered aphrodisiac shot straight into his system. “I didn’t know I had any talents.”
“Well…” Gabe pulled him closer. He cupped Cole’s neck with one hand, and the other reached between his legs to stroke Cole’s dick. His lips touched his mouth. “… now you know.”
Cole shuddered and pushed into the kiss, sliding onto Gabe’s lap, his thigh muscles slick with sweat and steamy hot beneath Cole’s ass cheeks.
“Fuck,” Gabe groaned into his mouth, his fist jerking Cole’s cock. “You might kill me yet.”
Cole gripped his head with both hands and crushed his mouth harder, hips rolling, pumping into Gabe’s tight fist. Gabe grabbed his ass with his other hand, his fingers slipping between Cole’s damp cheeks, burrowing in to rim his hole with his middle finger.
“Fuck…” Cole gasped around their grappling tongues, rocking faster in the man’s lap. “I wanna cum again… make me cum…”
A deep, guttural groan rolled up Gabe’s throat, and his fist squeezed, stroking harder.
His middle finger sank to the first knuckle inside Cole’s ass and thrust in rhythm with his hand.
Fireworks began to spark throughout Cole’s system as the sensitive membranes around his hole were stimulated by the strong fingertip dipping purposefully in and out of his ass, fueling his erection.
“Uh!” Cole jerked upright, tearing from the kiss. His blunt nails gouged Gabe’s fevered shoulders as he vigorously fucked the man’s fist, pushing his ass against his finger until it sank in to the second knuckle… then all the way. “Uh-uh-uh!”
“Fuck, baby,” Gabe growled, and buried his face in Cole’s exposed throat, biting his hot, slick flesh, sucking his skin until it stung and burned. His hand whipped furiously along Cole’s engorged shaft. “Uuuhh! You’re getting me hard again…”
Cole felt it beneath him—Gabe’s dick swelling, stretching, straining upward against Cole’s balls. Cole ground down mercilessly on the forming erection.
“Holy fuck,” Gabe choked, stabbing his finger harder into Cole’s hole as he jerked his dick with determination. “Cum for me, baby… cum on me… I want to feel you all over me.”
Cole clutched fistfuls of his hair and crammed their foreheads together with bruising force.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” Cole panted, each breath surging up his throat with raw intensity.
“I’m gonna… fuuuck! I’m gonna… I’m cumming…
I’m cumming…” Cole’s entire body convulsed, his hips snapping forward, slamming his cock through Gabe’s fist as he sprayed cum all over the man’s front, globs of creamy deposit splattering up to his throat and oozing back down his sweaty muscles.
Cole was suddenly horizontal, his cock buried to the root in Gabe’s mouth as the man sucked him dry.
Cole yelled—shrieked—and wrenched at Gabe’s strands, hips thrusting uncontrollably.
Gabe pulled him upright into his lap again with a swiftness that left him dizzy, then he was riding Gabe’s rigid cock as it slipped easily through the crack of his ass.
“Uuhhh…” Gabe’s face pressed hard into his shoulder, his strong arms crushing Cole against his strained body as he thrust his dick between Cole’s hot, slippery cheeks.
Heavy groans twisted up from deep in his chest, his arms tightening as his orgasm built with intensity.
“Fuck…” he gasped, his mouth suddenly on Cole’s ear.
“I’m gonna cum again… fuck… fuck, baby… uuuUUHHH! !”
He squeezed the air from Cole’s lungs as he bit his neck. Gabe jerked, thrusting wildly, as a rush of wet, creamy heat squirted into Cole’s ass crack and up onto the small of his back. Gabe held onto him, clinging desperately, his pulsing cock slipping urgently through his slicked crease.
“Fuck!” Gabe exhaled hard, abruptly loosening his arms as he dropped back against the wall. He took Cole with him, and the two of them lay panting against one another, bodies scalding and slicked with sweat and cum.
Cole smiled as his head rested heavily against Gabe’s shoulder, the musky scent of sex intoxicating his senses. He had wondered if today would end with him drowning in a puddle of sweat and cum.
His smile stretched as a shaky sigh escaped him; he didn’t realize until just now how much he’d wanted to be right.