I gasped again, reaching down and resting my hand on the back of his head. He built up to taking me fully so quickly, like he was hungry to have it all in his mouth, and I heard the pop as he dropped it from his mouth and took a breath, keeping it in his hand, stroking me some more, keeping me excited, before putting it back in his mouth, taking more care as he seemed satisfied with knowing he could get it all to the back of his throat.
I climbed higher and higher.
I was surprised by how fucking crazy he could drive me with his mouth, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he let my dick fall once again and buried his face in my balls. Lick after lick, he made his way down, and I pulled my legs back, offering up my ass as he wedged my cheeks apart with his face and licked along the crack until I felt that sensation against my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, and then felt him slip his free hand toward it.
Kyle’s confident movements stilled what nervousness remained.
He licked a finger before navigating it within me, then pulled it out and added another, leaning back and looking at me, a sly smirk spreading across his face.
“How does that feel?” he asked. And it was good enough until he pushed just a little farther back and hit—
“Oh…”
Another bead of precum spit out of my shaft and dropped down to my abs.
As I looked up to him, he was gazing down at me, smiling, seeming so pleased with how he was able to affect me.
He massaged gently, and I noticed my feet trembling from how much energy buzzed through me.
Licking me, shifting his fingers within me while stroking my cock, it was sensory overload. I felt my body flushing with waves of heat and sensation.
Releasing my cock, which twitched against my body as it hit, he licked up the middle of the shaft, then swirled his tongue around the head. Noticing the precum that had dropped on my abs, he quickly licked it up before slipping my cock back into his mouth.
“Do you like that, James?” he asked a moment later, looking down at me, a bit of precum lingering on his bottom lip before he licked it, reminding me of that day when he’d encouraged me to get the whipped cream off.
He stood, his cock seeming disproportionately large even for a man his size, but perhaps it was because I was so fucking intimidated by it. He put his cock against mine, stroking them together in his grip, then leaned down and pressed our foreheads together.
We panted as I rested my hand on his neck, enjoying the closeness I had been truly longing for all this time.
The way the heat rushed to my face and my body spasmed, I knew where I was heading. “Kyle…”
“Give it to me, James. I’ll come with you. Come on.”
He leaned back. Our gazes locked, and it was too much for me. I shot, and as I did, I felt the cum on my chest. As I glanced down, I realized it wasn’t mine, but his that was shooting up across me.
He slid his thumb through his mess and raised it to my mouth, stuck his thumb in, and I licked it right up, moaning as he leaned down and mashed our mouths together.
As we came crashing down from the experience we’d caved to, the guilt, the fears, the worries all returned in an instant. So I kept kissing him, each one dulling my awareness of the reminders of the world we really lived in.
Along with my fears of the natural consequences, I had this horrible feeling in my gut that Kyle would leave me there, covered in our cum, soiled in our sins, and head off, having gotten all he’d really wanted. I thought he might grab his clothes and leave, but he lay on top of me, keeping close, his nose pressed against my cheek, his breath still hitting my skin, making it tingle.
Sweat and cum glued us together as he ran his nose up to meet mine and kissed me some more. I relaxed into his lips, cupping his face in my hands, enjoying the sensation of threading my fingers through the short sides of his hair. I slid my hands down his neck, around his shoulders, down to his sides, feeling his