dripped from his cock. I combed my fingers through his lightly trimmed pubic hair. His back arched. “Oh.”
I parted his legs and let my fingers drifted lower, beneath Sebastian's balls, over his taint, and briefly, lightly over his very sensitive hole.
“Oh, Christ, Stone.” He arched again. “Quit teasing. If you need instructions—”
“You may be surprised to learn that ladies have butts too.” He massaged the tight ring at my entrance. “And therefore, I know what to do with my tight little friend here.”
“Guh.” The sound burst from Sebastian's lips.
“We'll get to that, sometime.”
He choked on his own spit.
“It’s this thing that I'm intrigued by.” I gripped his cock in a tight fist. “I’ve never blown a man. Is it hard?”
“It’s pretty hard right now,” he stated the obvious.
I leaned in and licked over the tip of Sebastian's cock. “Mm. Salty.”
“Ah, oh, uh…” He gave a shuddering breath as my licks became open mouthed sucking. Spit drizzled down his length. I blew on the damps skin. He gave a delicious shiver.
“This okay?” I asked.
“Oh yeah.” He nodded valiantly.
I dove on his cock, but I couldn't take his length. My gag reflex kicked in and I coughed and spat.
“Learning curve,” I muttered. “Hang on.”
Instead of trying to take all of him, I wrapped my fist around the base of his cock and applied pressure and suction and heat and kitten licks of my tongue to all the places I knew were especially sensitive. I slid my mouth down his length and licked over his slit and his glans and all along the pulsing veins that throbbed and tightened as I learned what turned Sebastian's crank.
“Ah, Christ, Stone. So good, oh God.”
I smiled around him before redoubling my work. I used my free hand to tease and torture Sebastian's balls and taint, I gathered spit on my finger and explored his hole. At last, I breached him with a single digit to the second knuckle.
I felt him tense all over. “Coming!”
I didn’t pull off while Sebastian shot what felt like gallons of cum into my greedily sucking mouth.
“Oh, Stone. Oh, Christ. Stone.”
When it seemed I'd drained him dry, I let his cock go and gave my lips a satisfied lick.
“I want to hold you,” I scooted up beside him.
“I want that.” Now that he'd come, his skin was cooling fast. He shivered. “Please.”
“How can I do it without hurting you.”
“Let me just—” He shifted until his right arm was supported by a pillow and his back was toward me. I pulled him into my arms.
“Gimme, like, a minute and I can return the favor,” he said sleepily.
“Later.” I pulled the band holding his hair and combed my fingers through the tangles.
He turned his head. “But—”
“There’s no scoreboard, sweetheart.” I said.
He relaxed against me. “If you say so.”
For a long time, I stroked his hair. “Where do you see us, in the future?”
He tensed. “What do you want to happen?”
“I want you to stick around,” I said simply. “Heal. Take some pictures. Hell, take some college courses in photography here in Colorado if you want, while you decide what's next.”
“I’d love that. What about you? What will you do next?”
I traced the cartilage of his ear. Played with his earring. “I’m done licking my wounds.”
“That sounds positive,” he said.
“I think I'll stick around here for a while, though.” I had nowhere else to go, just then. “I don’t know what’s going to happen with my kids but today was a good start. I'd like to rebuild what I broke, if I can.”
“They’re not scared of you, Stone.”
“They've matured.” He was right. “They understand more now than they did when they were little.”
“And you’ve changed.” He turned his head and met my gaze. “Own it, Stone.”
I nuzzled his neck. “Everything has changed.”
“For me too,” he murmured.
“You know what? It feels like anything’s possible now, because you’re a goddamn chaos goblin, disguised as an enchanted twink, who’s really a lost wolf cub waiting for me to give him sanctuary.”
“What shall I do for my next trick?” asked the goblin.
“Stick around, Sebastian.” I tugged a hank of his hair. “And we can find out together.”
“All right.”
A love song filled the hollow places of my body like a faraway wolf calling to the lonely moon. Sebastian had a heart's song of his own and for now, our unblended music was melodious enough to keep us together. I wondered… Would our voices continue to harmonize until we sang as one?
I looked forward to finding out.
The reassuring thud of Sebastian's heart beating against my palm served as a soundtrack for now.
Yes, I thought.
This little wolf is mine.
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About the Author
Z. A. Maxfield is a fifth generation native of Los Angeles, although she now lives in the Inland Empire.
She started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back. Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends.
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A Reluctant Boy Toy
Copyright © April 2021 by Z. A. Maxfield
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