Chapter Ten #2
I still tasted him. That salty-sweet mixture I had loved, plus that masculine flavor buried beneath it.
I couldn’t believe it was happening. The hottest, but also the best. I wanted to live in that moment forever, my cock in his mouth, his lingering flavor in mine.
It was the closest to inner peace I’d ever felt.
I didn’t have to tell him to stop, that I was getting too close. Ryder disengaged from my cock and moved down to my balls, slurping them into his warm, wet mouth, and making me wish I had done the same when I had the chance.
“That feels really fucking good, Ry,” I said, my eyes closed, and fingers in his hair.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he moved farther down, licking the space between my thigh and balls, then under them. Then, he hoisted my legs up, causing me to crash onto the bed, and pinned my knees to my chest.
“Ever been eaten out?”
“No.”
No response, just an evil smirk.
Ryder’s tongue trailed down my taint and circled my asshole before diving in.
I’d never even asked for it before, figuring it wasn’t something girls liked to do, and I never thought it’d be appealing.
But once he licked me there, the entire lower half of my body tingled as if it were glowing.
The sensation was close to ticklish, but deeply sexual, and I moaned.
Moaned, not groaned, or grunted, or made any kind of manly sound at all. I moaned like I was about to lose my innocence on prom night. I didn’t have time to be self-conscious about it, because hearing it made Ryder growl and shove his tongue inside me.
“HOLY FUCK!”
I saw his face pop up from behind my cock. “Good?”
“Yeah. That was… Jesus, Ry, I’ve never felt anything like it.”
He nuzzled my ballsack before saying, “Ever played with your butt before?”
“No, not really.”
“Not really, or not at all?”
“Not at all.”
He considered for a moment, then dove back into licking me out. Incredible isn’t the word. I liked it almost as much as getting head. From him, anyway. I liked it much more than some other blow jobs I’d gotten.
With a final swoop of his tongue, he dragged it from my butt up my balls and back down my cock. Then bobbed up and down so fast, I was sure he’d hurt his neck. He was on a mission, and might’ve made more sounds than I did.
Soon, there was pressure on my asshole. My vision whited out as his finger burst through.
“HOLY FUCKING FUCK!” I shrieked.
And as soon as I did, the last syllable still leaving my mouth, I knew I was going to come.
“I’m gonna–FUCK! I’m coming!”
The world crisped around the edges, and lightning filled my body. From my fingertips and the top of my head, to the boiling heat surrounding my cock, and the sudden, mind-blowing fullness inside me, I poured it all into Ryder’s mouth. It was beyond perfect. The best orgasm I’d ever had.
I came gallons, legions, for hours and hours. Ryder ate it dutifully. And once I finished, I experienced a peaceful bliss I’d never known. He nursed my cock until it deflated in his mouth. I didn’t know he was jerking off until I had come down and could feel the vibration.
“Are you getting yourself off?” I asked in a dreamy, sleepy state.
“Mm hmm,” he said, right before letting my flaccid cock slip from his mouth.
“I wanna…” I said, sitting up.
“You wanna what?”
“Finish you off.” I sounded unsure, but I’d never wanted anything more. Not even post-nut. “I wanna taste your cum.”
Ryder stood, his mighty cock right in my face as I sat on the edge of the bed. “Open your mouth,” he said, and I did.
He never stopped jerking off, but rubbed his cock head on my tongue. It was hot in a way I didn’t understand.
“Oh fuuck, man.” Ryder’s eyes tensed, and his mouth drew open. Then his pecs and shoulders strained, revealing the cords of muscle under his tan skin.
“I’m gonna fucking come, man. Right in your fucking mouth. Some might get on your face, that okay?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, or tried to. It was hard to talk with his cock on my tongue.
“Oh fffffffuck, Finn!”
The first rope hit the back of my throat, and I almost gagged.
The second and third landed on my tongue.
I fought the urge to swallow and didn’t move until he was done.
Ryder shivered, and a thick wad flew up and landed on my forehead, the next on my cheek, until he shoved his cock in my mouth to give me the last few dribbles.
I swallowed, staring at Ryder as he rode the peak and aftershocks of his orgasm. I had never even tasted my own semen, yet there I was eating his. It was great! Less sweet than bitter, but clean, and it made my mouth feel funny. I loved it, deeply and truly.
Once he was done, he bent at the hip, forcing his cock from my mouth with a pop. Ryder took hold of my face to survey the damage with a lazy, satisfied smile. He licked the cum off before feeding me the remnants. It was hands down the most intimate and amazing kiss of my life.
He pushed me back until we both lay on the bed, naked and leaking. Ryder kissed me again, taking time to feel every part of my body. I let him and did the same. It was wordless, but I felt more connected, more in tune with him as a person than anyone in my life.
My chest was tight, and my back tingled. I liked what we were doing so much. I liked him so much. Too much.
I broke the kiss. “We need to do that again.”
“Yeah? First time sucking cock and you already want a repeat?”
“One thousand percent.”
“Well, it just so happens that I love blowing you, and being blown by you. So I think we can make that happen.” Ryder chuckled and touched my lips with his. “What about the sneaky finger at the end? Did you like it, or not so much?”
“It was a shock, after never having anything up there, but…” I smirked. “I went from enjoying some magnificent head to blowing a mind-bending load, so, uh, yeah, I liked it.”
He laughed. “Good. I should’ve asked first, but you were so receptive to the licking. You have a really responsive butt, Finn.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good thing?” I chuckled.
Ryder laughed hard and kissed me. “Trust me, it’s a great thing.”
I pulled his face to mine. When I let him go, I said, “What time are the guys gonna be back?”
“Oh! You wanna go again, like, now, tonight?” Ryder's brow went up, but his smile widened.
“Yeah, why not?” I tried to give him the kind of smirk he’d been giving me the entire trip. “Last night, best night, right?”
Ryder laughed and fell into me. When he looked at me again, I was sure his smile could cure world hunger. “Last night, best night.”
We kissed some more, tongues and hands still roaming, but softer, lazier, less urgent. Eventually, I said, “Thank God we switched rooms.”
Ryder’s face fell for a fraction of a moment, but he smiled before kissing me. Then, “Yeah, thank God for a lot of things.”