He wrapped his lips fully around CJ’s head, teasing the ridge with his tongue, sucking down the nectar that continued to pour out. Soft hands tangled into his hair, ran down his back, tracing the ridges of his spine, before dancing back along his ribs with feather-light touches. He took another inch, then another, letting it touch the back of his throat.
A single breath out, forcing as much air from his lungs as he could, and Percy took the remainder of the length, letting it slide down his throat. His cock spewed precum of its own as the panic and the thrill both mingled inside of him. He fought for control, breathing through his nose, and swallowed, massaging.
“Jesus. Fuck. I’m gonna…” CJ’s voice was mostly breath, the words barely coalescing into anything that could be considered communication.
But it was enough. Percy bobbed up and down, and every few strokes, he would take it into his throat again. His eyes watered and his hips ground into the bed of their own accord. He wasn’t sure it was possible just to cum from giving someoneelsehead, but he was skirting the boundaries of it. He looked up to see the expansive planes of muscle and soft, creamy skin, the sleek pubic hair, and the fathom-blue eyes that bored down into him.
Those eyes widened and CJ bit his lower lips, pushing harsh breaths in and out of his nose that dragged his shoulders up and down. It took him a few seconds before he grunted out, “Where should I cum?”
A new sensation entered the mix. A warmth beyond the lust, smaller. Homey and inviting, like a fireplace.Most guys just shoot down your throat and assume you had the time of your life.
Percy pulled himself off the twitching, slickened rod and locked eyes with CJ. “Facial.”
Whether he was just that close, or the suggestion was enough to push him over the edge, CJ’s entire body tensed, already tight balls pulling up to nearly disappear. Red blossomed across his chest, up his neck, turning his cheeks and forehead scarlet. His eyes rolled back as the wave of tension built, filling the room with a near palpable electricity.
Then one hand gripped tight into Percy’s hair, stinging his scalp as CJ pulled, holding him in place. He stroked himself once, twice, then a burst of white splattered out, catching on Percy’s open mouth. He licked his lips, drawing the spunk in. Less salty, more musky than the precum. And it kept coming, the second spray stronger, blasting across the bridge of his nose and his left cheek. Then his mouth again. Then his forehead and brow, so he had to close his right eye.
Percy furiously stroked himself, riding the wave of heat across his face, the scent of pure sex and sweat cascading over him. He licked the final, gleaming drop from CJ’s cockhead, then laid on his back. As he licked the warm cum from his cheek, eye still squeezed shut, the dam broke. His asshole clenched and his back arched. He pulled back, fully extending his cock out of his foreskin as cum splattered all the way up to his neck, then his chest, his belly.
When he fell back to Earth, CJ loomed over him, straddling his hips. Then he shifted down, wrapping his mouth around Percy’s head. It was so sensitive, his breath ragged, but he didn’t fight it. Even as CJ slipped his tongue inside Percy’s foreskin, licking the cum from around the head. He watched as CJ’s Adam’s apple bobbed, as he swallowed what he’d found.
His tongue carved a languorous trail up from Percy’s crotch, lapping up the pools of white heat that had burst out. Even when he reached Percy’s face, his own cum, CJ kept going, bringing it all into his mouth.
Percy stopped him, parted his lips, and kissed him fully, letting the fluid flow between them.I want my share after all. Even in his exhausted cock, hunger stirred again. None of this was thinking, only doing. Acting.
Devouring.
Finally, they parted, and Percy wiped the last bit of cum away from his eye before slowly creaking it open. “God damn.”
CJ chuckled, the sound more a rumble in his chest, vibrating the bed. “God damn indeed.” He draped an arm over Percy’s torso, fingers seeming to find their way almost instinctually to his nipple once again, but not tweaking or pulling. Just…gently playing over it. “Definitely wouldn’t have gotten this service at the motel.”
“I told you: room service”
“Damn. I need to complain to some of these other hotels. They’re not providing nearly as much.” CJ kissed gently against his neck. There was silence for a moment, then he whispered quietly into Percy’s ear, breath hot. “So you like when guys cum on your face? Or did you just think I’d enjoy it?”
Even now, lying spent, if CJ had mounted him again, Percy would have been ready to go. But he kept the gentle presence in spite of the subject, so Percy sighed. “It’s my preference. Even better if I can get a picture of it.” Why had he admitted that? CJ was just some stranger, and this was the kind of thing you usually saved for actual boyfriends. But it wasn’t a lie. He liked the look of a facial even more than the feel.And so few guys take the time to ask.
“Well, I’ll remember that for next time.”
“Don’t think I’m unappreciative of the tongue bath.” He ran his fingernails softly over CJ’s jaw and cheek.
Then the words rang clear.Next time. There’s not going to be a next time.
And more than Percy wanted to admit, that brought his whole mood down. CJwasjust a stranger passing through.
And once this storm was over, pass through he would.
Chapter 6
CJ’s dreams had been wracked with broken flashes of ecstasy. It didn’t help that Percy invited him to share the bed instead of having him on the couch. Lithe muscles and light brown skin and a velvety foreskin all cycled through, and he woke up raging hard, his cock nestled firmly against Percy’s bare ass.
He took a few shuddering breaths, just to get himself under control. His mind fuzzy, he could easily have taken the opportunity to feel up the hard muscles and warm skin pressing into him. So reinforcing his tin will was a good plan.
Once he was settled, he rose, trying to be as quiet and soft-footed as possible. He padded his way out of the bedroom and just down the hall to the sparse bathroom. It was all decorated in faded yellows and blues, not exactly the most attractive color combination to be certain. The medicine cabinet was bulky, the wooden veneer chipped away to reveal plywood beneath.
He did his business, washed his hands, and splashed some water on his face and through his hair. Then he headed back, trying to keep up the quiet.
To no avail. He stepped back into the bedroom, still half-hard, to see Percy propping up his head on one arm, grinning at him. And his gaze bobbed down to CJ’s crotch before he finally spoke. “Already trying to sneak out?”
