20. Jack
20
JACK
W ell, fuck. This damn well better be like riding a bike, as they say.
I toyed with Bunny after he asked. I needed to buy myself a few seconds because the realization was hitting me fast and hard that the last time I did this was with Nathaniel. Ten fucking years ago.
The more-or-less-anonymous hookups and dungeon sessions I indulged in between then and Bunny were mostly just impact play. A handful segued into sex, and sometimes I’d finish with a load on their face or over their reddened ass if they were into humiliation. I’d gotten blowjobs over that stretch of time, but it never occurred to me until Bunny’s request that not one of those guys ever asked me to give him one.
Maybe they were intimidated, maybe the beard put them off, maybe they weren’t into it for some other reason. Maybe it didn’t fit into the mental box they wanted to put me in. I don’t know.
When he said nobody had ever gone down on him before, I mocked his inexperience so he wouldn’t be able to tell how relieved I was. I tell him not to blow his load in my mouth and he agrees. His eyes are wide like he can’t believe this is happening. I run my tongue over his cockhead, which is already slick with precum.
I’ve made him lick his own from my fingers when I’ve wiped it off his dick, but I’ve never tasted him. Not this part of him. It’s more sweet than salty. I push the tip of my tongue into his slit, greedy for more of this… thing, this taste, this essence of him.
When he’s squirming like mad and panting in needy little whimpers, I stop teasing him and suck the head of his cock into my mouth. I run my tongue around his crown for a moment before sliding my lips down his shaft.
Well, what do you know: Bunny’s bigger than Nathaniel. And the guys before him I went down on. It feels unfair to be comparing dicks in my head like this, but the observation is pretty fucking important at the moment: If I’m going to take all of Bunny, it’s going to take a little more effort than I expected.
I rearrange myself and grab the base of his cock, sliding most of his length out of my mouth so I can change my angle. He squirms, and I feel his hand come down onto my head. His fingers sink into my hair before he freezes, as if he’s not sure he’s allowed to do that. I encourage him with a groan low in my throat. His breath catches as the vibration goes through him.
With a push that makes my eyes water, I get him in all the way, stunned at the sensation of his cockhead pushing against the sides of my throat.
Is this what he feels when I force him to take me deep? The sensation is violating and weirdly hot at the same time. I’m going to enjoy choking Bunny on my cock so much more now that I know what the experience is like for him.
Was it like this before, with Nathaniel? Was it ever this hot? Or has it just been so long that I forgot?
Bunny interrupts my puzzling when he makes a wordless, hungry sound and sinks his hand deeper into my hair. “Oh my God, I think I’m gonna —” he murmurs, words slurring together, sex-drunk.
I pull my head back, releasing his dick with a pop. “No you’re not.” I huff out a laugh. “I know I’m the best you’ve ever had,” I tease. “But you’re not getting off just yet.”
He responds with a moan, taking his hand out of my hair to throw his arm over his eyes. I grab his upper thighs and give them a hard squeeze as a crazy idea hits me. If he’s never even gotten a blowjob before, there’s definitely no way he’s ever had…
“Knees up,” I bark at him. “Put your feet flat on the bed.” The instant he obeys, I push his legs back and far apart enough that he whimpers a little. “Stop bitching. You’re going to like this.”
Bunny’s tight, pink hole is right in my face. I stick a finger in my mouth and run it lightly over the puckered skin. His hips buck as hoarse noises spill from his lips.
Nathaniel thought eating ass was gross, so that was that —and the same as with the blowjob thing, other guys just never asked . I don’t know why before this exact moment with Bunny it just hadn’t occurred to me to make the first move.
I get a good grip on his thighs so he doesn’t break my nose with his flailing and dive right in, sinking my tongue into him as deep as I can. It tastes like him, but more so. Deeper and muskier. Hornier. I surprise myself with how hungry I am for it.
I readjust my hold, pulling his cheeks further apart roughly so I can devour him even deeper. Bunny lets out a strangled groan. For a second I worry he’s not enjoying this, until I reach up to grab his cock and feel the mess of precum he’s dripping all over himself. I’m almost a little sorry I’m wasting it by using it as lube as I jerk his cock fast while I continue eating him out.
He’s squirming around so much that at one point I pick my head up and growl at him, “I swear to God, Bunny, if you don’t stop fucking wiggling, I’m tying you so tight to this bed that you can’t move.” I feel his back arch as he moans. I sigh. “That was supposed to be a threat, you little shit.”
I push his legs up and back again and just hold him still there for a moment, listening to his quick breathing as my eyes take in all of him —eyes still screwed shut, hair damp with his over-long bangs stuck to his forehead, a sheen of sweat on his skin, cock hard and slick.
I bend my head and drop a glob of spit onto his hole. He inhales a sharp hiss at the sensation.
“Filthy slut,” I murmur. “I think you like me spitting on your hole even more than you like my tongue there.”
Bunny’s response isn’t really words —just unintelligible sounds of arousal and need. I use that spit to work two of my fingers inside of him as I bring my mouth back down over his dripping cock.
I take him deep again and then speed up so I’m pistoning my fingers into his ass, my head bobbing up and down as I suck him off. I know my cock is dripping by now, too. I reach my other hand down between my legs as I jerk myself, my own orgasm building as I feel Bunny nearing his climax.
“ Ohhh , God, I —” He stutters out a couple of syllables. “ Jack —” His voice is strained and wrecked, and I realize I’ve gotten all the warning he’s capable of giving me. I quickly pull his dick out of my mouth and my fingers out of his ass so I can wrap the hand I’m not using on myself around him, pointing both of our cocks at his torso.
He breaks first, letting go with a broken wail. The sight and sound of him coming apart sends me tumbling over the edge, balls drawing up and cock pulsing as I explode all over him.
“Oh yeah, that’s it — come for me like this,” I pant. “You sloppy whore —you like being covered in two hot loads at once?”
He writhes underneath me, letting out a breathy moan. It’s another minute before he can speak. “Holy shit, Jack —I came so fucking hard.” His words are slurred, his smooth, beautifully defiled chest rising and falling. He stares at me, pupils blown wide and parted lips flushed. A strange, fluttery feeling rises in my chest as I look at him.
I had it in my head that this was going to be a one-off. I was planning to tell Bunny not to get used to this, but when I open my mouth, all that comes out is a murmured damn as I squeeze my softening cock.