14. Chapter 14 #3
Trembling, spent, and thoroughly fuckin’ spun, he slowly pulled out.
But he wasn’t done. He maneuvered Sam again, who went willingly, without protest or resistance, all soft limbs and sighs.
He positioned him onto his stomach, drawing his hips up and widening his legs, as he watched his creamy cum leak out of his tight, reddened, thoroughly fucked hole.
A sliver of need thrummed through the fibers of his being as he bent down and licked.
Sam let out a whimpering cry, burying his face into the couch, ass in the air and fully gone—left open and leaking for Frankie’s devourment.
He did it again and again, pushing the trickling cum back into his tight ass, needing it to stay there.
“I want you like this. Filled with my fuckin’ cum.
All the fuckin’ time.” He speared his hot tongue into his entrance, swirling the salty taste of his cum and feeling Sam quiver and jerk and… fuck.
“Frank!” Sam moaned. “I—fuck—”
He wasn’t going to stop. He wasn’t going anywhere.
He was exactly where he wanted to be and he ate Sam’s tight ass like it was his last meal.
Slowly licking and swirling, savoring every breathy moan and whimpering sigh.
After several minutes, Sam reached between his legs and began to stroke himself back to life, humping Frankie’s face, using him.
Yes.
Fuck yes.
“Get on your back,” Sam whispered urgently.
He hesitated, lifted, turned onto his back, and watched in amazement as Sam lifted himself over his face, straddling him.
“I know how much you love smothering,” Sam said, a challenging glint in his eyes, stroking his thick cock over his face.
“Fuck, baby,” he croaked, “ride my fuckin’ face.”
And Sam did just that, sitting on his face, lowering himself over him, the pressure and weight of his body pinning him to the couch, and his brain lost complete altitude. He was crashing—hard. And when he felt Sam touch his cock, wrapping his fingers around him and—
Frankie moaned into his ass, feeling the wet heat of his best friend’s mouth sucking down his cock like a slushie.
He could feel Sam’s tongue slither up and down, pressing into his tip, making him shiver and, in response, spear his own tongue into his tight hole.
Sam let out a muffled cry over his dick.
Oh god, it all felt so incredible. The hard press of strong muscles, firm grips, tongues, mouths, and creamy fucking cum.
Frankie never thought in a million years he’d be a fuckin’ cum slut, but here he was, harder than a brick and on the verge of another orgasm, all because he needed to lap Sam’s ass like a dog.
Sam was close. He could tell as he thrusted down onto his tongue, wildly stroking himself, and Frankie wanted more.
More. More. More.
He hauled Sam upward by the hips, lifting him momentarily off his own throbbing cock, and opened his mouth, listening to Sam’s rapturous moaning sigh, as his brilliant green eyes watched Frankie slip his veined cock past his lips.
Sam speared deeper into his throat, and Frankie took it, all of it, without gagging.
“Jesus,” Sam breathed heavily, eyes on him, pumping into his mouth. Saliva smeared messily all over Frankie’s face, and he didn’t fucking care. He liked pleasing him. He’d do anything to please him—always—forever.
And Sam knew this. He licked him lazily. He tongued lightly over the tip of his best friend’s swollen cock as he fed him. “You’re good at sucking my cock, Frank. So fucking good.”
Frankie’s tip leaked, already on the verge of spurting.
“Take your Superman’s dick down your throat like a good boy.”
His whimper was immediately muffled by Sam’s dick stuffing his mouth. All the saliva in his mouth had built up forcing him to swallow, and Sam let out a stream of praises, his cock being squeezed by the muscles of his throat.
Sam, in that instant, smashed his hips down.
Frankie’s nose was shoved into thick pubic hair, and he listened to the telling cry, feeling Sam’s body jerk and seize, unleashing a torrent of cum.
He felt it pulsate down his throat, and he clenched his abs and ass, trying not to cum himself, but it was too late.
All Sam was doing was tonguing his slit and holding his shaft; he wasn’t even pumping—but it didn’t matter. Feeling Sam unravel was his undoing.
They both climaxed and, for the briefest few seconds, he saw a kaleidoscope of color and stars.
Wondering if it was from the lack of air or the second orgasm, he felt Sam lift off him.
He took in a deep breath, smelling his best friend’s male musk and tasting his salty cum on his tongue, practically licking his lips at the flavor he was starting to be obsessed with.
Panting and grinning, he grabbed Sam before he could slide completely off him, turning him, cradling him in his lap and kissing the side of his neck, loving how fast his pulse was racing.
“Fuck, how are you so good at that?” Frankie murmured against his throat. “You know exactly what buttons of mine to push.”
“Years of experience,” Sam said with a sly smile and telling blush. “Granted, I just figured out that your pleasing me button is way bigger than I initially thought.”
“Me too,” he bit playfully at his earlobe. “Take a shower with me. And maybe if I’m lucky, you’ll push that button in the jacuzzi tub.”
Sam sighed dreamily and nodded.