Page 64 of Chasing After You

He gulped, but followed my instruction, slowly turning until his back faced me.

“Fuck,” I hoarsely whispered, awestruck at the two bouncy, sculpted globes framed by the stark white lines of a jockstrap. “Now turn back to me and take the jock off.”

Josh’s ass clenched at my words, his muscles rippling in all their glory. He turned back to me, and timidly pulled the underwear down, down, down, stepping out as they reached his feet.

His hands immediately went to shield his cock, but my sharptskstopped them in their tracks.

“Look at that gorgeous cock,” I purred, a predatory smile spreading across my face.

“I-is it okay?”

I huffed a laugh. “It’s more than okay, angel. It’s already leaking. Such a slutty cock you have. I fucking love it.”

“T-thanks,” Josh stammered, looking at his feet.

“Now, drop to your knees and crawl to me,” I coolly demanded. “Kneel between my legs.”

As directed, Josh lowered himself to his knees. But before beginning to crawl, he shot me an unsure look. He needed reassurance. He needed to know I wasn’t doing this to make fun of him or humiliate him.

“You’re doing so well. Come here and get your treat,” I said, groping my bulge. His eyes honed in on the movement, pupils expanding. Without taking his eyes off my clothed erection, he placed his palms on the floor and started to crawl.

I shivered at his compliance.

He reached his final destination, sitting back on his haunches, his mouth inches away from his prize. Little pants escaped him, his eyes foggy from lust.

“Good boy,” I praised, loving the shudder it earned from him. “You’re going to unzip me and pull my dick out. But then sit back again and keep your hands on your thighs. Got it?”

“Uh-huh,” Josh murmured, still entranced.

He raised his hands and slowly but surely undid my pants. A pained groan left him as he maneuvered my dick out of its confines. As hard as it was, it slapped up to my abdomen. My pre-cum glistened on its dark pink head.

“Oh,” he breathed, seemingly lost for words.

“Oh?” I chuckled.

Josh blushed and glanced up at me, licking his lips. “The um… well… I thought—”

“It’s okay. Tell me.”

His eyes darted back down to my cock, whispering, “The piercings… they’re… wow…”

“It’s called a Jacob’s ladder,” I explained, my fingers brushing against the steel. I had three frenum piercings, six little metal balls in total.

“Does… does it feel different?” he asked.

“You’ll have to find out for yourself.”

Josh leaned forward an inch, as if it was drawing him nearer. He caught himself, remembering that he wasn’t supposed to touch yet.

“Such a good boy. Now beg for it.”

He blinked, his brows lowered in slight confusion. “Beg for… for your…”

“Yes,” I said.

He then lost all semblance of control, devolving into panted pleas. “P-please, Dori—please let me suck your cock. Please, please, I need it. I want to taste it and lick it and… suck on your piercings. I-I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it, but… please teach me how to do it, little brother.”

“Fucking hell,” I strained. Josh whimpered as my dick jumped in response to him. It should’ve felt wrong, disgusting even, to hear him beg to suck his little brother’s cock. “I can already tell you’re going to be so fucking greedy.”