“And if I don’t?”
Devon squirmed. He was so out of his depth with this confusing kid, and his cock was about to explode, and he didn’t know what to do, how to get off and still be in control (had he ever been in control?), or how to make Carl lose it again. “You don’t want to taste it?”
“Taste your cum?” Carl asked with keen eyes. “Yes. Can I suck the tip? Just enough to get it in my mouth? Just to taste you.”
“You’ll suck it until I come,” Devon said, trying to sound authoritative. Somehow, he just sounded confused because he’d thought they’d do blow jobsafterthey’d done kissing and hand jobs, and now he didn’t know what was going on.
He did know Carl was already bending over and taking hold of Devon’s cock at the base again and aiming the head of it toward his lips.
“No teeth. Like how I taught you on my mouth.”
“Mm-hmm,” Carl agreed, his lips descending toward the leaking crown of Devon’s dick. “No teeth.”
And then came sweet, wet, heat on his cockhead, and Carl’s eager tongue trilling over his sensitive slit. “Fuck,” Devon whimpered, trying to keep from hunching up and forcing his cock deeper into Carl’s mouth. “I’m going to come fast, so—be ready.”
Carl didn’t try to suck on the entire head, or put any part of Devon’s dick fully into his mouth, but he worked just the tip and slit with his tongue and lips, and Devon couldn’t resist running his hand through Carl’s hair as he teased him higher and higher.
His nipples tingled, and Devon tugged on them to try to hold back from coming, and then then his balls jerked up and his toes flexed and his legs started shaking. “I’m gonna—this time, I mean it,” he gasped in warning. “I’m gonna—”
Carl opened his mouth and pressed Devon’s cockhead inside against his tongue and jerked the base of Devon’s dick up and down with his calloused fingers. The tension grew, coiled at the base of Devon’s spine, grabbed hold of his deepest core, and then pumped out with a shattering ecstasy that left him gripping Carl’s hair too hard and shouting as he convulsed on the bed.
Carl tried to catch it all, but there was soon a pool of cum around the base of Devon’s cock, slick in his dark pubic hair, and more leaking from Carl’s mouth. He pulled back, his lips red and his tongue sliding out to lick Devon’s cum from his chin and upper lip.
“Fuck,” Devon groaned, his limbs still trembling. “You’re…”
“What?”
“You’re demanding,” he muttered between chattering teeth. “We were just supposed to kiss for now.”
“I’m an only child,” Carl said with an impish grin that made Devon’s heart do weird things. “I always get what I want.”
“And what do you want now?” Devon asked, panting.
“To kiss you some more,” Carl said, his still-hard cock pushing against Devon’s side as Carl settled back in and began to kiss Devon’s mouth again, sharing the taste of Devon’s cum on his tongue. “And after this, how about you teach me to rim?”
Devon groaned, his cock twitching with aftershocks, but he settled in to making out with Carl as he tried to calm his nerve endings. He needed to break out of the endorphin- and sex-induced haze he’d been in from the moment Carl had shucked his shirt. He needed to slow things down. Take control.
Ten minutes later, slick with spit, sweat, and more of Carl’s cum, he found taking control was impossible. It seemed, with Carl, he was only capable of losing it.
Chapter Four
“Are you sureabout this?” Carl asked, and it was the first time he’d sounded uncertain about anything they’d done since he’d taken his shirt off. “What if I’m not clean enough?”
Devon, from where he was kneeling on the floor with Carl’s ass right in front of him, and his cock and balls, too, could see that Carl was plenty clean. He breathed against Carl’s hole and grinned when Carl gasped, his sphincter twitching. “I’m sure you are, but if you’d rather I didn’t, we could do something else. Like blow jobs. Or take a break.”
They could both use a break. Carl had come twice now, and Devon only once, but they’d been kissing so long they both had stubble burn on their chins, and the weekend had just started. They should slow down. Devon should stop letting Carl take them off the rails like this. Devon was the more experienced one. He should call the shots, and he should declare it time to go eat something and chill—non-sexually—on the sofa for a while. Maybe talk. Maybe sleep.
But Carl’s asshole was right there in front of him, and it was the prettiest shade of pink Devon had ever seen. There was barely any hair around it, and Carl had put himself into this very vulnerable position—ass on the edge of the mattress, holding his own legs open and back—and told Devon to eat his hole.
“It’s c-clean?” Carl asked again.
“Yeah. It’s as clean as any hole I’ve ever seen.”
Carl grumbled. “Don’t really want you talking about other guys’ assholes while you’re looking at m-mine.”
Devon laughed and rubbed his light stubble against Carl’s butt cheek and then pushed him wide open, breathing against the small, twitching ring of muscle that he now felt sure he’d push his dick past before midnight. He had a feeling there was no way Carl was waiting, and he’d already proven himself incapable of applying the brakes the way he should.
“That feels so weird,” Carl said, and his gravelly voice sounded tight. “Lick it now.”
