Chapter Sixteen #2
My fingers stilled on his scalp, and my eyes opened.
That was the first time I had called him such a reserved pet name, but…
it felt good in my mouth. As good as I was sure my cock felt in his.
I don’t think he heard it, or would’ve cared if he had.
But I did. I only ever used babe with a serious boyfriend.
My lips curled, and my head fell back again.
I never wanted to use that name for anyone else ever again.
Finn grunted as I released some precum into his mouth. I was so fucking happy I had turned him on to the wonders of pre ejaculate fluid. Some of my favorite sexual guy-stuff.
I was happier still, and proud, damn it, at his blowjob skills. Finn was on a mission to get my load. He held onto my nuts and cock and focused his tongue on the sensitive underside of my head. Just like I taught him.
The closer I got, the hornier I became. I needed to be an active participant in Finn’s illicit boyfriend blowjob.
“Look at me,” I said, letting gravel into my voice, and taking hold of his head.
Finn stilled as we locked eyes. I thrust my hips forward slowly, letting each centimeter of cock pass over his tongue.
“You like my cock?”
His lips were red and stretched tight around my girth. He nodded.
I petted his temples with the pads of my thumbs. “Yeah, you do. You like it so much you needed it, right here, right now, didn’t you?”
“Mmh-hhhhmmm,” Finn tried to say around my cock, drooling from the corner of his lips.
I pulled my cock back, using tension in my hips to force it down on his tongue. “You want me to come? To eat my load?”
He nodded again, and I said, “Good boy,” then slowly thrust my hips forward.
I didn’t stop, not when I reached the back of his throat, not when I felt his muscles contract around me, making me groan.
I kept going until I was as deep as I could go, balls pressed to his chin, with his nose full of my pubes.
I only let up once I heard the beginnings of a gag.
Once I did, I pulled back, gripped his skull tighter, and fucked the shit out of his face.
Shallow, fast thrusts, nowhere deep enough to make him gag, but quick enough to make me finish.
Finn, the dutiful cock sucker he had become, braced himself on my thighs and used his tongue, flicking my cock as fast and as much as he could.
“Fuck, Finn.” My breath came in quick stabs as sweat prickled my hairline. “Look at me.” Finn’s eyes were just beginning to water. “I’m gonna come in your mouth soon, babe.”
It started slow, that tightening in my gut, and a tickle at the base of my ball sack. I knew I was going to come, and it was going to be huge. I let go of his head and let my body fall back against the concrete wall, landing with a thud.
“Finish me off. Make me come and eat my load.”
My penis was a water fountain in the desert. Finn scrambled, chasing the cock plucked from his mouth. He didn’t miss a beat, using his hand to stroke me while pulling my sack down and teasing my cock head with the tip of his tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking… FUCK!”
I came with a strangled roar, remembering where we were and why we were there. Finn’s mouth filled with my load while he coaxed it out as best he could.
“Holy fuck, eat it, eat that cum, babe. Swallow my load.”
He gulped, sending my swimmers down to his stomach as my bliss crested. I rode the wave of intense pleasure all the way down.
I opened my eyes to the sight of my boyfriend, on his knees in that abandoned back room, suckling on my cock.
He took me out of his mouth, gripped it hard, and ran his fist up its length like he was getting the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube.
He licked the pearly white drop that appeared at the tip.
Finn must’ve felt me watching him and looked up, wearing a face as if he’d been caught, and offered the most heart-achingly adorable chuckle.
“You like it?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“Uh-huh.”
“Lemme try some.”
“Oh, fuck,” he said, scrambling to his feet.
Our kiss was rough. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue. I broke it and held his face in my hands. “Fucking Christ, you’re amazing.”
He blushed and kissed me again after saying, “So are you.”
I was about to spin him around and suck the cum out of him in half the time, but we heard something down the hall. We locked eyes, both faces paling. I scrambled to get my jeans back up, and we walked out into the hallway.
“If we see anyone, we’re looking for the men’s room, and you’re a little drunk. But don’t oversell it.”
“Got it.”
We never found the source of the noise, and the boys were where we left them. A bunch of the other fifteen guys were there too. Miles was in the middle, laughing loudly and enjoying himself. No one registered that we were gone.
I loved my brother. Nothing could change that. But I didn’t know if I’d ever like him again. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love knowing his best man would spend the rest of his stag night with my cum on his breath.