“Fair,” Carl said, his head falling back a little as Devon began to pump. His voice sounded grittier than ever when he went on with, “But it’s a terrible show. Admit it.”
“Only if you let me come.”
“Ha! Definitely not yet. Suck me.”
Devon’s eyes rolled up. He hadn’t had Carl’s dick in his mouth yet—his asshole, yes, his lips, yes, and his nipples yes, but showing off his cock-sucking skills had always been interrupted by Carl steering them off the rails into orgasm.
He scrambled onto his stomach, rubbing his cock against the blanket and positioning himself so that he could take hold of Carl’s dick and tease the tip of it with his lips and tongue.
“I said suck it,” Carl ordered, taking hold of Devon’s hair and pulling lightly. “And stop rubbing your cock on the sofa. Now.”
Devon groaned and got onto his knees, sad that the friction on his dick was gone, but the position made it easier to blow Carl’s mind and cock by opening his mouth and taking him in deep.
“Fuck!” Carl shouted as he bucked up, and Devon almost gagged as Carl’s dick hit the back of his throat. “Oh, my God. Is this—fuck—is this for fuckingreal?” He sounded both awed and almost angry, as if the pleasure of what he was feeling was enraging on some level. “Jesus Christ, Devon, ungh, holy shit.”
Devon would have laughed, but his mouth was very full, and Carl had a grip on his hair that should have been irritating, but was, instead, hot as hell. His own balls ached, and his nipples tingled as he opened his mouth wide and slid farther down until his nose was buried in Carl’s blond pubes. He pushed his tongue out, cradling Carl’s dick and protecting it from his lower teeth.
“Ohhhh,” Carl moaned. “Fuck, I was gonna tease you. Make you blow me while I watched this shitty show. But fucking hell, Devon. I don’t think I can.”
Devon pulled off Carl’s cock and sat back on his heels. He wiped his mouth with the heel of his hand, then smiled as Carl gestured to the spot at his feet between his spread thighs. “Get down there and get back to it. Now.”
“Bossy.”
“Devon, do you want to come again tonight?”
“Yes.”
Carl jerked his finger toward the floor again. Devon’s knees were between Carl’s feet in a second, and he smoothed his hands up Carl’s wiry thighs and took hold of his hips to position him and went to town on his cock.
Carl writhed on the sofa, arching his back, pinching his own nipples as Devon deep-throated him again and again. He cried out with a harsh, deep vibration that rattled Devon’s own cock and balls, and Carl’s legs began to tremble and shake.
But he didn’t come.
Devon was almost gleeful when he realized why. Carl had come too many times already; he was going to have to work for this—or Devon was—and he was going to absolutelylose it.
No matter how bossy he was, no matter how in control he tried to be, this was something that wasn’t going to be rushed, and Devon was eager to see how unglued Carl came before he achieved another orgasm.
And he had a great idea on how to make him even more unhinged.
Saliva soaked Carl’s pubic hair as Devon deep-throated him before coming up to spit on the head and let that slide down. He slicked his fingers in it and trailed them between Carl’s cheeks to probe his asshole.
A push, and a shocked gasp from Carl, and he had one finger sunk into all that tight, virginal heat right up to the knuckle. More spit and a little pressure, and he was in deep enough to try to—
There.
Carl clenched Devon’s hair and grunted like he’d been shot.
Devon didn’t let up with sucking his cock either, angling himself so that he could bob his head and take Carl deep while shoving in to finger his prostate.
It didn’t take long before Carl was sweating, shaking, and pleading with Devon—for what? Even Carl didn’t seem to know. He wanted to come, but he couldn’t seem to get there, and he wanted more fingers, but when he had three inside, all rubbing his prostate, he just begged even harder.
“Please, please, please,” he whimpered, as he shivered and shook, his cock hard as velvet-covered iron in Devon’s mouth. “Please, oh, Jesus, please. Devon…Devon…please.”
The pleading was arousing, and Devon’s cock flexed on its own, leaking pre-cum onto the carpet between his knees. His balls ached, and he wanted to have a condom at hand so he could roll one on, lube up, and press into the hot, grip of Carl’s body.
Instead, he worked his fingers. Rubbing Carl’s prostate with abandon, until his hand hurt, and Carl was keening and convulsing, his asshole seizing and his legs quaking as his knees drew up.
Rolling his tongue over the leaking head of Carl’s sensitive cock, Devon tasted the ongoing release of pre-cum, the tangy flavor of Carl’s seed, and he wanted to feel it pulse against his tongue, shoot into his throat and slip over his lips as his mouth filled with it.
