Austin slid his mouth slowly down my cock, teasing me with his tongue and teeth. He had been paying attention, and he was good at imitation. Slowly, he took more and more of me into his mouth and when I bumped against the back of his throat, I was delighted at how much of me had taken.
Then he swallowed and took me further.
I slammed my hands against the door to hold myself up. “Holy Jesus God in Heaven,” I gasped.
His fingers found my balls and rolled them as he moved me—all of me, the whole length—in and out of his mouth. The rippling of his throat as he swallowed me down was going to be my undoing.
Or I thought it was, until I was all the way down his throat, and his finger grazed my hole.
“Fuck,fuck,” I ground out. “Austin, I’m going—”
His finger teased me again and that was the end of that. The shock of orgasm rolled up my spine and down my cock and my balls did whatever the hell they wanted, which was to unload my cum straight into Austin’s throat.
I felt him swallowing. Christ that was amazing, and I couldn’t stop coming. It was like a double orgasm, and each nut had its own agenda.
Austin pulled back off my still hard but now surrendering shaft, and flicked his tongue over the tip one last time for good measure. It sent a shiver through me.
I slipped down the door with his hand still cradling my balls. I thrust my fingers into his hair and pulled him against me for a deep, hard kiss that left both of us panting—me more than him all things considered.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi.” He laughed.
“That was amazing, Austin.”
He shrugged. “I wasn’t sure I could get all the way down until I tried.”
“That was honestly your first time giving a blow job?”
He blushed.
“Damn, man…” I said, running my hand through my hair. “You can practice on me any time.”
There was a bang on the door behind me. “Stage door! You got fans, Mister Lowell!”
“Matinee,” he said. “I only do the Wednesday matinee stage door.”
“You have a fan, Mister Lowell,” I teased. “But I have news.”
“Oh?” He had stood after the knock on the door and offered me a hand so I could get off the floor. He pulled my pants up, tucking me back in the briefs and I buttoned up. “God, I thought about that all day.” He patted my junk now safely put away. “What’s your news.”
“I got the job!”
Confusion lit across his face. “Job?”
“I put in for it like two months ago. It takes a long time to get an interview and I didn’t know if I was going to hear from her. But, Austin…it’s thehead. I’m going to be dressing the whole damn musical! Not a single stitch will be pulled without my say so!”
“I didn’t know… That’s so exciting! When do you start? A few months?”
I cocked my head and looked at him. “Two weeks.”
He was visibly shocked. “Wait. You’re not staying through the end of the show?”
“No, why would I?”
“Because it’s…”
I laughed and kissed his forehead. “You’re cute. There’s nothing more for me to do here. I’m just a tailor for now, and Anya can handle that.”
