Chapter 5 Tate #2
A few clinks of metal later, and his jeans thunk against the floor. My eyes finally break away from him, traveling down to the tight pair of black boxer briefs he’s sporting and the giant package stuffed inside.
Holy shit.
He really is huge.
I need to see more.
Immediately.
As if on cue, Spencer lifts his T-shirt over his head, allowing me to fully appreciate his toned, muscular frame that’s much larger than my own. His skin is tan, taut, and smooth with a sexy-as-sin happy trail leading into his underwear. Mmm. Good grief, the boy is handsome.
He squeezes himself through his boxers before tugging them down and freeing his semi-hard length.
I suck in a sharp breath of air, my pupils surely dilating.
His cock is long and veiny with a nice thickness that has my insides tightening up.
My mouth waters like I’ve been served a free steak dinner, and maybe I have.
Spencer strokes himself, making his already impressive length grow even bigger.
Wow.
“Let me blow you,” I breathe out, not thinking of any possible consequences to our friendship. At this moment, I don’t even care. I’m dying to feel the weight of him on my tongue.
I drop to my knees, ready to worship the glorious cock in front of me. Staring up at him with a carnal sort of hunger, I wait patiently until he nods, finally allowing me the pleasure of tasting him. I lean forward and lick him from base to tip, swirling my tongue around his slit.
“Fuck. Tate,” he groans, and the sound of my name on his lips spurs me on. I’ve always enjoyed giving blow jobs, but I’ve never craved it quite like this.
I take more of him into my mouth, working the base of his cock with my hand while I lick and suck on the head.
Spencer’s clean, musky scent invades my senses, and I want nothing more than to swallow his whole entire length.
I love to push myself to the limits, so I relax my throat and allow him to slide past my gag reflex.
“Oh fuck. Oh shit,” Spencer chants, his thighs quivering under my fingertips. “Gonna come,” he warns, but I stay put, taking his load directly down my throat. His cock pulses in my mouth, growing impossibly larger for a moment and almost choking me.
Spencer gasps, breathing heavily as he stares down at me in awe. Thick fingers weave through my curls, massaging the back of my head while he gently rocks into my throat with each aftershock.
His softening cock finally slips out of my mouth, flopping around like a giant eel and glistening with my saliva. A raspy laugh erupts from him, and he rubs a hand through his hair, staring down at me in utter disbelief.
“No one’s ever taken that much of me into their mouth before. You’re fucking incredible,” he praises.
“Honey, that was nothing,” I tease, fluffing my curls and preening at his compliment. The size queen in me is dying to give this man a ride.
“Oh yeah?” Spencer asks breathily. “What else can you do?”
I grin wickedly, ready to tell him exactly what I have planned for us.
“Hey! You guys in there?” Jake suddenly shouts, pounding on the door and interrupting the moment. “They’re definitely in there, Daij. I hear rustling,” he says loudly.
“Tater tot! Do not abandon me at our own party! Get your butt out here this instant!”
My heart sinks. I wasn’t ready for this encounter to end, but she’s right. I’m being a shitty friend right now. I wipe my swollen, blow-job lips, while Spencer quickly tucks his cock away before I open the door.
“Sorry, babe!” I smile innocently as if I wasn’t just swallowing Spencer’s massive cock whole.
“My apologies. I needed to get away from the loud music for a minute,” Spencer adds with a shrug. “Headache.”
She narrows her eyes at the two of us, and I’m sure we’re not fooling her, but she doesn’t comment on it. Jake, on the other hand, we’re definitely fooling. The big dummy.
“You guys playing COD without me?” he asks, and I glance around in confusion until I spot the PS5 lying on the ground from earlier today when I was playing The Sims.
“Nah, bro. We were just chillin’. It’s not like that. Promise,” Spencer says as if he were just caught cheating.
Jake looks skeptical, and it’s honestly hard not to laugh.
“Let’s get back to the party,” Daija says, giving me a stern look. “Tate, don’t disappear on me again, please.”
“Won’t happen again, honey.” I give her an air kiss, and she catches it with a roll of her eyes, tucking it in her invisible pocket. I smile, knowing she’s not mad at me. “I’ll meet you out there.”
I wait until Jake and Daija leave before turning to Spencer. “Gonna make a pit stop real quick. See you out there, big boy,” I say with a teasing smirk.
I don’t wait for a response. Instead, I strut across the hall to the bathroom and shut myself inside. Tipping my head back against the door, I let out a satisfied sigh.
Spencer’s right. That was incredible. I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it as much as he did, and I didn’t even come. I press my palm against my aching dick. Maybe next time. Because there’s no fucking way I’m not having more of that.