Chapter 26 Jason #3
I probably should’ve been more nervous about rimming him. According to the internet, that too was kinda a…further along step.
But…
It wasn’t that different from eating out a cunt.
“Leg on my shoulder,” I told him, helping him so that he could get his knee up. When he was settled, half his weight on me, I lapped down his perineum again. “You want your hole licked?” I offered, cheating maybe, because my breath skimmed the fluttery little entrance to entice him.
“Y-yes,” Joe gasped out after a moment of embarrassed silence.
“Good. Because I want to,” I told him. “I want to lick your little boy cunt till it’s sloppy. Just like I licked your cock. Do you want that, Joe? Do you want me to make your pussy nice and wet?”
Joe made a garbled sound. His hips flexed toward my face, heel digging into my back. “That’s what I thought.”
The first swipe of my tongue against his hole was illuminating. I didn’t think I’d been harder in my entire life. It fluttered, just as shy as Joe was. He made another sound, louder than the last. Apparently, Joe was quiet until his hole got touched.
Which was just…really good to know.
I flattened my tongue, rubbing it back and forth for a few delightful seconds, fingers biting into his hips to keep him still. They kept jumping up, like he wasn’t sure if he was pushing into my mouth or away from it.
Either way.
He had the tools to get me to stop, I’d checked in. And he was…god. So enthusiastic. Even if he was embarrassed.
“You know what I bet?” I said, the moment a thought occurred to me.
My tongue slid away, leaving his hole twitching.
“I bet you’ve never even seen your pussy, have you?
” Joe shuddered. “That makes me the first.” I laved another long lick over it.
“Unless I’m wrong.” I was taunting him, I couldn’t help it.
“And my sweet little Joe has gotten his legs spread in front of a mirror, and bent over so he could see his own little fuck-hole.”
Joe whimpered.
“Is that it? When you practiced?” I grinned, then licked him again. “You had to see, huh?”
Joe’s leg jerked, and I squeezed his hips even harder.
“Stop teasing,” he snarled.
“You love it,” I hummed. He didn’t deny it because we both knew it was true.
To reward him for his honesty, I dove in again, lapping at his hole with more confidence now.
This time, I kept the pressure light. Flicking in circles around the little ring.
Every time I did, it’d clench down, like it was trying to invite me inside it.
I alternated for a few minutes, spit running down my chin, flicking his hole, then sucking on it, then laving it with fat licks that made my baby Joe sing. By the time I pushed inside it, just the tip of my tongue, he was outright sobbing.
I’d never heard him so loud.
It was gratifying to say the least.
“J-Ja-Jason,” Joe whimpered, pushing his hips against my mouth, trying to force more inside him. “J-J-Ja-son.” Hearing my name on his tongue, so sweetly uttered, a plea as much as it was a complaint made me feel ten feet tall.
God, how could I ever have thought Joe would treat me differently? I was such an idiot.
I pushed deeper, deeper, until I couldn’t push anymore. All that wet, tight heat, spasming around me. Making my dick pulse as I imagined replacing my tongue with my cock. Pounding him into the mattress till he was crying because I was so far inside him he didn’t think I’d ever come out again.
All it took was one brush of my hand along Joe’s hard cock for him to spill.
That was it.
Just one.
And he spread milky cum all over his abs, his chest, a few drops landing dangerously close to those hard, perky nipples.
It was a good thing he’d pushed his shirt up.
A very good thing.
When I pulled my tongue out, Joe sobbed again. His back arched off the bed, heel kicking against my back like he was trying to haul me in. It was such a sweet wordless plea, I couldn’t help but comply. Stuck my tongue right back where he wanted it so he had something to squeeze around.
I’d never been a guy who thought about sex toys.
Not until that moment.
And suddenly…I desperately wished I had a plug to put inside him in place of my tongue. Something small. Just to give him something to squeeze around when my tongue couldn’t be inside him.
I fucked him a few more times, let his body acclimate to the idea of being empty, before I pulled out. He didn’t move. Didn’t even twitch as I kissed his now-spent balls and cleaned his cock up with my tongue.
The flavor was better this time. Maybe because it was my second time tasting it.
Oddly…pineapple-y. I sucked every stray bit of cum from the golden curls at the base of Joe’s dick, then dragged my tongue up his lower belly, lapping the rest of it away.
I had to put his leg down to get to the cum on his chest.
He didn’t protest.
Didn’t do anything but pant, glassy-eyed as I licked away. Then I grabbed his tits and smashed them together as best as I could. It wasn’t a perfect tunnel. Good enough, though. Keeping the muscle as smashed together as I could, I worried his nipples with my teeth.
Maybe a little mean, considering how overstimulated he was. I really was a bully.
His hand found my hair, grabbing on to it as he forced me from one side of his chest to the other, then back again. I debated with myself for a moment—before deciding…fuck it. I climbed on top of him, straddling his ribs, my hard cock pointing right at his pecs.
“Do you—” I started.
“Do it,” Joe rasped. His face was flushed, tears and spit slick down his cheeks like he’d been drooling and crying as I’d eaten him out. “Do it,” he said again, this time as a challenge.
“Unbutton your shirt and pull your tie off,” I instructed him as I reached for my belt buckle.
He did as he was told, but his eyes never left my hands. They traced over them hungrily, along my fingers, along the veins, across the Rolex I only wore when I was going to the gala to keep up appearances for my mom.
With his shirt peeled to the sides and his tie gone, there was nothing stopping me from doing what I’d been wanting to do.
“Hold your tits together,” I commanded softly. “Can you do that for me, baby? Can you hold those pretty pecs?”
Joe didn’t blink at the terms. He hadn’t reacted to me calling his hole a cunt either. I supposed, at the end of the day, it didn’t matter what I called them, he liked it either way.
His hands went to his chest, cupping each thick pec as he forced them together as far as they could go. They were made of solid muscle. They didn’t move like real breasts did. A fact that genuinely only made it hotter as I pulled my dick out and aimed the crown at the crevice he’d created.
It was more a valley than a crevice but…it was good enough.
Joe held still, breathing harshly. He kept glancing down his nose, straining to see my dick, even though he couldn’t from this angle. Struggling to keep his chest where it needed to be for me to fuck it, Joe painted a pretty fucking picture splayed out on white sheets.
Taking pity on him, I pinched my crown and brought my cock straight up so he could see.
“What do you think?” I asked, cock twitching.
“How does your first dick look?” My cock twitched.
It was shorter than Joe’s, leaner too. Not by much, though.
I’d always been complimented on my cock size.
Wasn’t my fault Joe was a giant. The skin was a slightly darker shade than his was. Cooler toned. More veiny too.
“My only dick,” Joe corrected so quietly I almost thought I’d hallucinated it.
“Your only dick,” I agreed, a possessive sort of pleasure burning through me. “How does your only dick look?” I asked again, the correct way this time.
“Good.” Joe licked his lips.
“It’s not as big as yours,” I mused, tilting my hips so he could see my balls too. “But it’ll still fill you up nice and full. I promise.”
Joe whimpered.
Whimpered.
I lost the war with my patience pretty quickly after that. Pressed my cock back in the channel he’d made and ground my hips forward. And the whole time, Joe stared up at me, enraptured. His lips were parted, his eyes half-lidded as I pounded his pecs and my head swam.
It was so good.
So fucking good.
Tense, thick muscle. Soft skin. I rubbed my crown on his nipples a few times each just to leave them wet. Then snapped forward again. The sound was filthy, especially as my precum began to leave a sticky mess behind.
Joe’s throat bobbed every time he swallowed. Eyes glassy. His chest shuddering with each breath. And I felt them all. Every last one.
When I came it was with a growl, all over that tan, sweaty skin. Streaking his tits pointedly, back and forth, leaving little droplets on the backs of his hands. Then up his throat, marking him the way he was meant to be marked.
Joe was such a good boy when I cleaned him up. Scrubbed him till he was pink and didn’t smell like cum anymore. He held perfectly still and docile, blinking dollishly up at me as he listened to the praise I doled out, and soaked up every kind word.
“You’re so perfect,” I promised him as I swiped the last of the cum from his throat. “My sweet baby boy, aren’t you?” Joe blinked, lips curled into a little smile. “Thank you, honey.” I kissed his cheek, then his chin, then his other cheek. “That’s just what I needed.”
He looked very pleased.
Sweet thing.
I got us both redressed.
Before we headed down, I cuddled Joe for a solid twenty minutes. Didn’t care that we were late. Not when he was curled into me, puffing breaths against my throat as he came down from wherever he’d been flying.
When we did eventually leave the room, Joe looked downright peppy.
Once again, a good orgasm had given him energy.
Whereas with me…god. I’d love nothing more than to curl up and nap.
Still though, I couldn’t leave my mom hanging. My plan to test Joe felt stupid now. God, I was an idiot. I should've known he was an A-plus student.