epilogue
It was a calm, sweltering Sunday afternoon, around two golden hours.
Jude was feeling thrilled in the middle of reading a classic novel from one of his favorite authors.
Sweat dripped furiously down the side of his forehead.
He was so engrossed in the book he was reading that he did not mind the lack of ventilation in the room.
He only stopped when he realized there were already drops of transparent liquid falling onto the book, dampening the line he was currently setting his eyes on.
After wiping the sweat from his face with the shirt he was wearing, he walked to the window and threw it wide open, letting the afternoon breeze flow freely into his room.
As he was enjoying the stroke of air into his frame, he was suddenly taken aback when he caught a glimpse of the old mahogany tree in the distance—standing beneath it was a man who looked like Sky, facing him directly with a handheld telescope.
Jude was sure it was Sky. He knew Sky’s build and frame very well.
Jude’s breath caught in his throat, shock and confusion washing over him.
Sky was the last person he expected to see there.
Blinking hard, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed.
But when he opened them again, the figure had vanished.
The man was nowhere to be seen.
Jude thought he was just being overtaken by the novel he was reading, which was why he was seeing things he was not supposed to see.
HEAVEN. That was one thing Sky could describe about the whole atmosphere of what they were exactly doing. This was something foreign. In his entire sex life, this was very new. Not a girl, but a boy he admired for so long.
Sky looked down at the speechless and shocked Jude Finn.
Sky folded his arms, serving as his pillow; he watched Jude swallow hard at the sight before him.
Jude’s tiny, trembling hand was gripping Sky’s huge and protruding dick.
His grip felt like his life depended upon it. His other hand settled on Sky’s lap.
Jude’s touch was like electricity, sending a voltage of chaotic sparks through Sky’s body system.
Despite Jude’s maximal effort, his hand was not big enough to fully grab his cock.
But the sensation it brought to Sky was beyond cloud nine.
Jude, gripping his dick, felt like he was about to cum already.
It was big, tall, straight, and proud—the shape was perfectly well-defined.
Sky’s dick and body were a perfect craft of sculpture.
“It’s so big,” Jude mumbled involuntarily.
Jude looked at Sky. With Jude’s look, Sky was turned on more. He liked the way Jude looked at him. It had always been like that ever since.
Sky was biting his lower lip, fighting the urge to splash his cum directly at Jude’s face due to his hold and gaze. Jude trailed his eyes back to his dick, a sharp breath lodged in his throat.
Jude had been curious his whole life about the taste of a penis.
Now that it was freely set right in front of him, he was nervous as hell.
He doubted if it would fit in his mouth.
Gulping hard, he slowly stretched his head and put his mouth on Sky’s penis.
He had to open his mouth wide for it to fit.
Although Jude was stretchable, he still had a very difficult time, his eyes welling up.
He pulled his mouth away and coughed. He was about to throw up at the taste of Sky’s precum, but he managed to control himself.
It had a disgusting taste. He had never tasted something like that in his entire life.
But on the corners of his mouth, he tasted something sweet from the sticky, clear liquid.
It was not that bad. It did not taste good either.
Sky firmly held Jude’s elbows and slightly pulled him forward, nonverbally begging him to put his mouth on his cock again. When Jude enveloped his mouth back, Sky held his face for him to steady. He was now in control.
“Ahh.” Sky moaned helplessly.
The hotness and the engulfment of Jude’s mouth on his dick, and the fact that Jude himself was doing it, drove him insane.
“Oh, shit.”
Sky moved, pushing his dick into Jude’s throat—every push was going deeper and harder with intimacy. Jude was breathless, but he stayed throughout the difficulty while Sky moved his hips faster.
Jude choked, but Sky’s hands were firm, holding the side of his face, making sure he would not retract. Jude coughed while his dick was inside his mouth. Sky was persistent, ceaseless. He went on and on until he released his cum straight into Jude’s tonsils.
“A-hh, ahh. Fuck!” he shot the load, gripping Jude’s head to keep him still to satisfy that giddy sensation on the crook of his dick. “Shit.”
Sky’s body trembled in orgasm—every push of his hips was a divided shot of a bulk volume of semen, filling Jude’s mouth. It was a lot. It felt like he released a full glass.
“Ahh,” Sky moaned again and again, burying Jude’s face with the last grind of his hips and his last shot of semen on the first set of release.
He buried Jude’s face entirely, his nose planted on his one-week-shaved pubic hair, emptying his dick of liquid. Jude coughed hard, his face turning red. He literally stopped breathing. The veins of his neck were popping out.
Sky released his grip on his head as he stopped moving his hips.
Jude finally caught up with oxygen, but he did not let go of Sky’s dick; his mouth remained enveloped on his cock, afraid that if he pulled his mouth, semen would spill and get all messy and would smell across the room.
He stayed still, sipping Sky’s dick as he swallowed all of his semen carefully and diligently.
He made sure his dick was empty on its first cum.
It was gross, but it was sweet and salty. He could endure. He could bear.
When he pulled off his mouth, he licked his bottom lip for the residue. He swallowed, suddenly got a runny nose, and wiped the tears slipping from his eyes with his hand. It felt like he had gone through a battle.
Jude looked at Sky’s dick while his hand was still gripping it.
Sky’s possession was still hard as rock.
It did not waver. Jude’s eyes were teary.
He was panting for air. He closed and opened his mouth repeatedly, tasting the remainder of cum Sky had filled into the corners of his mouth, while his eyes stayed fixed on his dick.
He was amazed by how big and perfect it was. He simply could not move on.
In the other corner of his mind, it was unfair.
Sky was the first one who saw his bare body, but with Sky, a lot of girls had already seen him naked.
A lot of girls saw his dick. A lot of girls touched his dick.
A lot of girls had his semen. A lot of girls had already eaten him before he did. Jude wanted to cry in frustration.
“Are you okay?” Sky asked woozily, worried that his voice was slipping through.
Jude looked at Sky with a stoic expression, wanting to sulk in frustration.
He ignored his question and looked at his dick again.
He squeezed it more firmly. When he noticed some semen emerging on the top of his dick, he leaned down and licked it.
The taste was not as repulsive as the first touch of his mouth—to Jude, it was a blend of enzymes, fructose, active cells, minerals, and protein that seemed undeserving of being discarded.
That was an indication to Sky that he was okay.
Sky stretched his hands and pulled Jude closer to him.
He kissed Jude again passionately. His hand pulled his neck, and the other was touching every part of Jude’s back, down to his bare ass.
He squeezed his butt cheeks with pent-up aggression.
Jude positioned himself on top of Sky, his two feet on the side, his butt teasing the twitching possession of Sky Granger, impatiently poking in between the slices.
He ground his butt on the shaft, and Sky could not contain his concupiscence.
In a swift move, he positioned Jude under him.
He was now on top. He crushed his lips harder on Jude.
He was practically eating his whole face.
Sky was being possessive. He was being obsessive. He was being territorial. He was being Sky. He was only being Sky Granger to Jude Finn.
Sky strangled Jude’s feet up, exposing his delicate place. Jude’s butt was unarmed as Sky’s dick freely poked his sensitive manhole. After smashing his face into Jude’s gorgeous face, he trailed his lips down to his neck, marking every corner. Jude could not help but release loud moans.
“Ahh,” he whimpered. “Ahh!”
Sky did not stop as he trailed down slowly, making sure his lips, mouth, and tongue did not leave any part of him unmarked.
He grabbed Jude’s feet and pushed them up even more.
Jude’s knees hit his own shoulders, his lower back hanging in the air.
He stared at Jude’s pink hole with better access.
It was a breathtaking view. It was pink, wet, dainty, and untouched.
Sky buried his face in the hole as he closed his eyes. He breathed a long inhale as he smelled Jude’s sensitive cave. He had a heavenly scent—a different kind of fragrance that might be a new type of addiction. Drugs did not come close. Vaginas were mediocre.
Sky stuck his tongue out, making it rigid before swirling it at every corner of Jude’s flesh. Jude did not know what to do. He screamed in pain and pleasure. His head could not be stilled in one place. Sky spread his butt cheeks, stretching them out even more, his tongue reaching deeper.
“Ahh!” Jude exclaimed. “Oh, my God!” he swore in pleasure, arching his body like a worm.
One time, he tried to move away from Sky’s tongue due to pain, pleasure, and a tickling sensation, but Sky was strong. His grip on his lower body remained unshakable. He was very dedicated.