Socks were jerked free as well. He pulled his shirt over his head as I nosed at the thick curls by his prick. Only when he stood naked did I take him into my mouth. He hissed through his teeth when I swallowed him whole. One smooth slide downward. One leisurely glide back up.
“Fuck, fuck, goddammit, Evan, that is so fucking good.”
I did it again, and again, my hand coming up to massage his balls. He began pumping, working my mouth as he massaged my scalp. Precum coated my tongue several times. I longed to taste his ass, pull his nuts into my mouth, tongue my way from cockhead to his tight hole.
“Evan, now, darling,” he gasped, easing me away. “Fuck me now.”
I’d never had many lovers who wanted to bottom, most assumed I would, and I did. I was versatile. And I kind of enjoyed being the bottom. Sort of. Sometimes. Still, I yearned to slather his ass with spit. So, I pushed to my feet, took him by the hand, and led him to my bed.
“I want to work you open with my tongue,” I whispered, giving him a shove that sent him tumbling to the mattress. His green eyes were swallowed by his pupils.
“I want that too.” He shimmied backward on the bed like a crab, sending pillows falling softly to the floor, and rested the back of his head on the mattress. “I want every part of you that you can fit into me deep in my ass.”
“Sweet God,” I moaned as I eyed his backside. “I love your balls. They’re huge.”
“Yes, we all know that.”
I chuckled. Yes. Yes we did. My brain was having trouble deciding which treat to taste first, so I lay on my stomach between his legs, tucked his legs into his belly, and licked a hot wet path down the underside of his prick, around his balls and then over his hole, moaning as his opening clenched. I tongued my way back to his cock and sucked his fat purplish head into my mouth. He mumbled something unintelligible. I tongued the slit and was rewarded with a rush of precum. Then I went to work on his balls. I suckled and slurped, pulling one big orb into my mouth then letting it slide out. Back and forth I went, my hand gripping his dick at the base to keep him from coming too quickly.
“Evan, for the love of God get your dick in me,” he snapped, but I wasn’t done yet. Oh no. I moved from his balls to his tight hole. I dropped his cock and placed my hands on each buttock and spread him wide. His head thumped against the mattress as some sort of guttural sound rolled out of him. I gave his hole a swipe with the flat of my tongue, letting his taste settle on my tongue with a sigh of pleasure. Then I curled my tongue and went to town. Poking and twisting I speared his hole repeatedly. He grunted and moaned my name which only made me eat his ass with more vigor.
“Evan, for fuck…I can’t…hurry now please…”
He was on the cusp. I licked my lips, wiped the spittle from my chin and cheeks, and patted his ass lovingly. Then I pushed to my knees, eyeing his wet entrance as I bumbled around in the nightstand drawer.
“I love the way you eat ass,” he huffed as I rolled a condom on then dribbled a fat line of lube over my cock. “I’m also…really fond of how you suck balls. That is so incredibly hot. You’re a fucking firestorm…in a bottle, Evan Griffiths.” He rolled over, tight backside in the air, and dropped to his elbows, opening himself up even more for me. I bent over his sweaty back, dropping a kiss or twenty to the nape of his neck.
“Thank you for making me feel like a sexual being,” I whispered then ran my tongue down his spine. I was tempted to dip into his ass again, but I wanted to give him what he desired so desperately. Gripping my cock at the base, I rubbed the head over his hole. He growled like a puma. Then I thrust in. His back arched and he grabbed the edge of the mattress, his shoulders tensing for a moment as I pushed in further and further, gasping at the heat and tightness pulling at my cock.
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck yes. Now do me. Hard. Fuck me