a rule you’re simply going to have to break. Otherwise…” Max gave a shrug.
“I can’t do that.”
“You can. You can do anything you want. It’s not like I’m going to tell on you. In fact, let me give you a sample of my honesty right now, free of any obligation on your part. And just maybe it’ll help convince you…” Max placed a hand on Crane’s knee, and Crane tensed, his heart like a jackhammer in his rib cage.
“What are you doing?” He didn’t push Max away. No… It was more like both feet in the rabbit hole.
“I’m going to unzip your pants, gently take your cock out, and put it in my mouth,” Max replied matter-of-factly as he reached for the zipper in Crane’s Dockers.
Crane grabbed his hand. “I don’t think so,” he rasped.
“Then why aren’t you moving my hand away?”
Crane tightened his hold slightly on Max’s hand but did nothing to stop him from sliding the button through the hole or easing the zipper down. Crane’s cock was throbbing up against the seam of his pants, growing more uncomfortable by the second. This is insane. He glanced up at the clock. There were only a few minutes left in their session.
“Oh, there’s plenty of time,” Max murmured, his smile charming again. “And if you’re worried that someone will come in… Well, doesn’t that make it more exciting?”
Crane winced and shut his eyes as Max’s cool fingers touched him through the opening in his boxers. He shifted his hand so it rested on Max’s forearm. The muscles slid smoothly beneath Max’s skin as he freed Crane’s cock from his pants.
“See? You want this as much as I do. And, what a gorgeous big cock you have, Dennis. Beautiful. Simply stunning. I haven’t had something this nice in my mouth in a long while…” Max said, stroking him slowly.
Crane felt something warm touch the slit in his cockhead and gasped. Opening his eyes, he held his breath as he watched Max run his tongue down his shaft and back up to the swollen crown, his gaze locked with Crane’s.
Max pulled away and grinned. “Does that feel good?”
Crane nodded slowly. He couldn’t tell what he felt more: aghast or thrilled.
What are you doing? part of him was screaming. The other part was mesmerized by the licked shine of Max’s bottom lip as he stared up at him, Crane’s cock in his hand. With the other hand, Max flipped his army cap front to back so the rim was out of the way.
A thought stuck in his mind—about whether any of his colleagues had been sucked off in this office by one of their patients—but it fled the moment Max’s mouth enveloped him, hot and wet, and he leaned his head back on the chair with a quiet groan, eyes closed.
In less than a minute, Crane was breathing heavily, sweat soaking the thin cotton of his shirt. His cock slid out of Max’s mouth, and he heard him chuckle.
“I know I’m good, but I’m not that good. I take it that it’s been a while? Does your wife not have a taste for cock? Hm, Dennis? Are you imagining that it’s her mouth on you?”
Crane reached out and cupped the back of Max’s head to pull him back down. Obediently, Max’s lips slid around his cock again, taking him deep enough that Crane felt him try to suppress a gag. Crane flared his nostrils, teeth clenched, and held Max in place.
“It’s ‘Doctor Crane’, Max—my wife’s the only one who calls me Dennis—and you’re the one sucking my cock. No one else,” Crane said in an even tone, the one he saved for therapy sessions. Then he dropped his voice into a low growl. “Now… Don’t stop until I’m done with you.” That he was in charge was pure fiction, he knew that, but it made it easier for him somehow. And… he liked that Max was humouring him.
What else do you think Max will humour?
Crane crushed his eyes closed. How deep would he go down the rabbit hole?
When Max nodded as best as he could, Crane eased up on his hold. However, he kept his hand on the back of Max’s head, his fingers buried in the mess of dark curls to ground himself in the moment, and a moment was all that it took.
“Gggguuuhhh,” he choked out, arching back against the chair as he unloaded into Max’s talented sucking mouth. By the time he sagged back, empty, warm, and dazed, staring