I’ve never put a dick in my mouth before, but I want to try it. I want to make Blaise feel good, yet hate himself for it. To devour each inch and feel my own dick beg for some sort of sensation.
I pull out my cigarettes and light one. “Do you smoke?” I say under my breath, keeping it deep and unidentifiable.
His chest heaves, not gracing me with a reply. That fucks me off more. I inhale deeply and hold the smoke in as I study him, half naked in the dirt, blindfolded and his wrists bound.
My dick loves the sight. I can’t help but take it in my hand, freeing my cock and pumping the length of it in my palm. Fuck. It feels good. Watching him tremble with anticipation, his dick thickening, the cold air licking his dirty skin.
I go to him, stroking myself slowly with one hand and feeding my nicotine addiction with the other. I kneel between his legs,lick my lips, and observe him stiffening as I press the head of my cock against his, mixing our precum.
Absently, he moves his hips upwards, and my tip rubs the underside of his cock, which makes us both stop breathing. He does it again and again, until I start moving with him while I fill my lungs with toxic fumes and blow it at him in a cloud of smoke.
He hisses as I press the burning orange ember to his hip to stub it out and throw my cigarette into the roots of the forest floor. The pain doesn’t put him off. Blaise’s precum gathers at the tip again, and he flinches as I swipe it with my thumb.
Bringing the sticky substance to my face, I fight my anxiety of having one of my firsts by tasting it, slipping my thumb into my mouth and closing my lips, unable to stop the deep groan and the way my eyes close as if I’ve just tasted the best fucking meal of my life.
“Hmm.” I lick at my lips, staring at his mouth, the parted lips and the anticipation for more. I lower my voice. “I think you taste good, but I need more than a teaser.”
My nerves pick up when I fist his cock roughly, jerking him a few times, and push through the uneasiness as I take him into my mouth.
The explosion of different senses has me pausing around his thickness. I can taste him. Really taste him, as I swirl my tongue around his head, lapping up more of his precum as I work my hand on his length.
“Fuck,” he moans, pushing his hips, forcing another inch into my mouth.
It’s foreign, the feeling of doing this instead of being on the receiving end. I had no idea it would make me so painfully hard; I need to grab my own dick as I suck my stepbrother.
He keeps working his hips up, trying to take control even though he’s beneath me, so I let go of his length and forcemy head down more, taking him to the back of my throat and making myself gag. But I do it again and again and again, until he’s gasping for air and I’m choking on a dick for the first time in my life.
I can taste him leaking, and I swallow around his head and suck and lick and take more into my throat.
“Cole,” he moans, and I pause.
I stop everything.
I don’t even breathe, thinking I’m caught.
He chokes out another word, breathing heavily. “Let me… Fuck. Let me call you Cole.”
My dick aches as I stare up at him, his little sounds turning me on more.
The idea hits me, and I pull my mouth away and turn around, lying on my side as I tip him on his, so my cock is at his face and his at mine.
“Open,” I order, as I perch on my elbow. Slapping my swollen crown against his cheek, I press it against his mouth. His lips part, and the warmth envelops my dick as he takes me in.
My eyes roll as he starts sucking slowly, licking at what he can until I lie down on my side and copy him. He whimpers around my dick as I suck on his.
Me and Blaise. On the forest floor and sucking each other’s dicks. I kind of want his dad to find us, for him to see me fucking his son’s throat. It’ll teach him a lesson not to mess with me anymore, because I’d just fuck his spawn over and over.
But then again, if he did find us right now, sucking and licking and snapping our hips to make us both gag and choke, he’d know who I was and tell Blaise. I like being unknown right now. I can do what I want to Blaise and not worry about any consequences. I can comfortably grab at his ass cheeks and take him deep into my throat without worrying about my sexuality being questioned, or the fact I’m fully into my little stepbrother.
The thickness of him kind of robs me of air, needing to breathe through my nose, but that’s okay. I can handle it.
My fingers dig into his ass, and my middle one accidentally pushes just beside his back hole. Blaise tenses all over and chokes around my dick that’s buried to the hilt.
Fuck, I want to feel him do that again, so I tease around the rim, using the wetness of my saliva pouring from the corners of my mouth to soak my finger tip and keep curling around his hole.
He’s moaning so loudly against my dick, and I’m close.
I pop his length out my mouth, filling my lungs as I watch my middle finger go around and around, his ass puckering and dying for attention. He flinches as I gather spit in my mouth and aim for his hole, making him moan again, even louder, and fuck me, I nearly come with the way his throat tightens.
