Chapter Ten #2
I was okay with it. Whatever spell Alec had me under was more fun, more arousing, and more life affirming than anything I’d ever done. I didn’t give a single fuck what it said about me. Not with Alec’s gorgeous cock in my mouth. I just wanted to make him happy and satisfied.
It was intuitive, like I’d always known how to please a man with my mouth.
I played with his balls and used my hand on his shaft.
I’d received countless blowjobs, and seen more in porn.
I knew how to make a guy come. Overwhelm his entire region with sensation, and he’ll feed you his load in no time. Alec seemed to agree.
“Suck my fucking cock, Mason. Jesus fucking Christ, that’s good, man.”
His affirmations made me try harder, and I found my rhythm.
I knew to watch my teeth and learned how much of his cock I could take before I gagged.
I also knew it wasn’t the best blow job he’d ever gotten.
Not even in the top 100. But that didn’t matter.
He hadn't been sucked in a long time, and it was me doing it. At least, I hoped that was true.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said before pushing my head away.
I looked up while wiping saliva off my lips, with a what the fuck on my face.
“I was about to come,” he said, a small smile around his heavy breaths.
“Good! I was trying to make you come!”
“Not yet,” he said and took my arm as we both stood.
He kissed me as hard and fast as he fucked me.
I didn’t realize he was maneuvering us until I was falling, still in his arms, onto the bed.
Alec laid on top of me for a moment, kissing and feeling me up until his lips traveled down my body.
He didn’t stop when he got to my shorts, pulling them off as he went.
Alec ignored my penis at first, trailing kisses down my thighs until he placed one on each knee. Then back up again.
His voice was a deep gruff. “Let me know if it’s terrible,” he said and sank as far down on my cock as he could. Which wasn’t far, but it felt better than any mouth I’d ever had.
Alec spat me out as fast as he took me down, fighting a cough and gag.
He didn’t look at me, and I said nothing.
He used his saliva to stroke me while he went down to my balls.
Tentative licks soon became whole nut sucks, letting each one slip in his mouth as I had.
It felt better than amazing. But the visual of Alec jerking me while his face was in my sack was better still.
“Fuck,” he said, looking up at me. “They do taste good.”
I snorted a laugh. His earnestness was adorable. I’d never thought of Alec that way. He was, though. I was shocked to have not seen it sooner, and laughed. He laughed too, his warm breath cascading over my ball sack.
“Told you.”
“Yeah, well, you’re a freak, so.” He laughed harder. “But I will say I can’t call you numb nuts ever again. Your balls are very sensitive.”
“Aren’t all balls?”
“More than mine. You kept making these little murmurs and gasps.”
I didn’t realize I had made any sounds at all.“No, I did not.”
Alec sucked a nut into his mouth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. I involuntarily moaned at the ticklish sensation. Then laughed and said, “Fuck you.”
He chuckled and let my ball fall from his mouth. “Always wanted to go down on a guy. Didn’t think it would be this fun, though.”
“You haven’t yet. Not really. You polished my balls, not my shaft.”
His brow flickered. “Let’s fix that,” he said and went down on me again.
Alec never took more than half of me in his mouth. He kept his fist wrapped around the bottom and did as much as he could with the top while juggling my balls. It was good, better than I thought. Most of it was trying to do to me what I did to him.
He wasn’t the first male to suck my cock, and far from the only one I fantasized about.
I had jerked off imagining twinks blowing me while watching them blow others countless times.
They’d probably be embarrassed by our oral skills, but then they’d be so hard seeing the two of us sucking each other it wouldn’t matter.
It happened fast. Then quicker once Alec jerked me off with his fist instead of just holding it. I had been propped up on my elbows, watching him. In a moment of true bliss, my arms gave out, and I landed with an audible groan.
“Fuck yeah. Fuuuuuuck yeah!” I groaned again. “That feels so fucking good, man.”
I floated in that state. Alec worked my cock like a professional, or a novice, but it didn’t matter. I was in fucking heaven. It only got better. And better. And better, until it was about to be over.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna fucking come! Fuck!” I said, sitting up a little too late.
If he pulled off, I would've doused his face, but either way, it was coming. Alec looked up, and I could see the smirk in his eyes as his eyebrow twitched. That look alone would’ve pushed me over the edge if I wasn’t already passed it. He didn’t stop, and I let go. Not that I had a choice.
I watched as surprise bloomed on his face. The first volley of semen filled his mouth as I groaned for the last time, “FUCK, yes, man. I’m fucking coming.”
That smirk disappeared as he turned back to focus. Another man was having an orgasm in his mouth for the first time ever. He was either deciding if he liked it, or wondering why he waited so long. I didn’t stay upright to find out, and flopped back on the bed for the rest of my ejaculation.
Alec nursed on me through the whole event.
And kept doing so until I was flaccid. Even then, he kept it in his mouth, playing with my empty balls until I giggled and pushed his face away.
He laid on my thigh, looking at my spent genitals, and chuckled, still playing with my nut sack like they were his new favorite toy.
“Gonna need more of that.” He chuckled again, looking up to meet my eye.
“Sucking my dick or eating my cum. You did swallow, right?”
“Both?” He smiled, still laying on my leg, again so adorable it fucking hurt.
“But I meant your cum. I did swallow, and there was a fucking lot, Jesus.” He laughed.
“But fuck, man, as soon as you started shooting in my mouth… I almost came hands free. Pretty sure I stained the blanket with my pre-cum.” He laughed again.
“Yup, hot as fuck, right? When you came on my face, and I got some in my mouth… damn. That’s why I came after like two strokes.” I laughed, and so did he.
“I’m about there myself.” He lifted his head to look at his cock. “There’s a puddle under me.” He laughed again.
“Yeah? Want to fuck that load into me?”
I didn’t want to get fucked, but if he was close, the idea of having his load in me again was too good to pass up.
“Nah, you just came, and you were still sore at dinner. Maybe tomorrow.” He stood up. “But I wouldn’t stop you from returning the favor.”
He was right. His cock was angry red and soaking wet at the tip. It called me like a magnet, and I scooted my ass forward until it slipped past my lips. I gathered his loose hanging balls and fisted his cock like he did mine, working overtime for my boss’s release.
Alec grabbed onto my shoulders to steady himself as soon as he was in my mouth. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” he said, letting his head fall back.
I almost wished he wasn’t close. It was clear why it’s called a job.
I was never afraid of work, though. His girth in my hand, the taste of his pre-cum and cock skin, the heat and texture of his shaft were terrific.
I would’ve blown him until my jaw hurt. But thirty seconds after I started, he held my shoulders tighter and said, “Fucking fuck, Mason, I’m gonna fucking… ”
His face pulled up into a tight grimace—the one that foreshadowed a hell of an orgasm.
His cock swelled in my mouth before he flooded it with cum.
It was glorious and so much better than him coming on my face and only getting what landed on my tongue.
Salty, a little bitter, with a sweet aftertaste.
“… COME! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck yeah, eat that fucking load!”
Taking a cue from him, I nursed on his cock until it went soft in my mouth. And then some more until he pushed me away. His smile was radiant.
“Stop, stop, stop. It’s sensitive,” Alec said.
When he looked at me, his smile changed. Something I’d never seen before on another person. Softer, happier, more content. Alec bent down and cupped my face in his hands before kissing me. It was passionate, and much more commanding than he’d been that night.
The kiss got hotter, and he climbed onto the bed, pushing me backward until we were both able to lie down. We landed on our sides facing each other, sharing the same pillow. My hand was over his heart and his arm under our pillow.
His smile had shrunk, but wasn’t any less radiant. I stared at it, and then back at his eyes, then down to his chest, where I had begun to play with his hair. Alec was staring at me, processing what just happened. Maybe not so much the what, but the why, and what would come next.
“Welp,” he said.
“Yeah.”
We both laughed until he kissed my forehead. It was sweet, if not a little weird.
“Were you serious about fucking me again tomorrow?” I asked.
“I mean, yeah. If you want to.”
“I do. I really liked it.”
He smirked. “I did, too.”
“Maybe just go a little softer?”
“You got it.” He kissed my lips gently, as if to prove he could. “So, I was right then, and this isn’t going to stop.”
“Right? Motherfucker, you said never again a million times.”
He laughed. I chuckled.
“Neither of us believed that for a second. It was bound to happen. I did sort of think that you might not want it after last night and your sore bottom, but nope.”
“Nope is right.”
He kissed me again. Slower and longer. We opened our mouths and let our tongues mingle.
“Thank you for that,” he said.
“For what?”