Page 89 of Cream & Sugar

I’ve brought him to the brink twice already before easing off, edging him for maximum pleasure. The steady crescendo of his moans this round tells me I’ve done my job well. He’s totally out of his mind. Little does he know, I’m about to blow it completely.

I slow my rhythm and gently massage the head of his cock with my thumb. He whimpers, twitching in my grip. Slowly, salaciously, I run my tongue up the inside of his thigh, setting off every little nerve along the way.

“F-Freddie,” Shaun pants. He can barely get the word out.

I lick my lips and exhale gently over his cock, making him gasp.

“Are you ready for more?” I ask.

“More?”

Squeezing my tongue into a narrow point, I lick his cock from base to tip. He groans and I meet his gaze, a desperate lust burning like wildfire behind his eyes.

“Say it, Shaun. Say you want my mouth around you.” I flick my tongue over his slick head, driving him wild. “Do you want it?”

“Y-yes,” he gasps, sweat glazing his torso. “I want it, Freddie. I need you!”

For a moment, I let his words hang in the air, relishing the sweet taste of his desire. I smile.

“Good. Hold on as long as you can."

Then, I swallow him whole.

“Fuck!”Shaun half-moans, half-roars as I take him as deep as I can. I grunt as his cock presses into the back of my throat. Damn, he’s big! Suppressing the urge to gag, I hold him there for a few moments, savouring the heat and sweet taste of him, before starting up a rhythm again, this time with my mouth.

Blindly, I reach up his body until my hands find the unmistakable heft of his chest. I squeeze and massage the furry muscles, teasing and flicking his nipples with my thumbs.

Shaun’s hips buck upwards, and I feel his already throbbing cock grow even harder in my mouth. Someone’s clearly enjoying himself, but I think he can handle a little more.

I remove my right hand from his chest and slip it between his thighs. My fingers burrow, navigating the cleft of his big butt until I find his entrance. Shaun gasps and grunts as I brush his rim with my index finger. He’s so sensitive, a light tickle is all it takes.

“Freddie, I can’t last much longer!” he groans.

I move faster, suck harder, fingering the rim of his entrance in gentle little circles.

“Oh shit… oh god… Freddie, I’m gonna… gonna—fuck!”

His cock shudders and volleys of hot come shoot down my throat. I swallow, and keep going, dragging out his orgasm for as long as I can, milking him for every last drop. Shaun’s moans are earth shaking. I hope this place has thick walls or his neighbours are gonna be pissed. Too late to do anything about it now.

Only once the longest, loudest, hottest orgasm I’ve ever heard finally peters out do I come up for air.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, my mouth feeling empty without Shaun inside it. “That was crazy hot!”

Shaun is lying back on the sofa, blissed out and staring at the ceiling. An occasional shiver ripples through his body as he floats down from the high. I crawl up onto the sofa next to him, draping my naked body against his and resting my head on his chest. He’s pumping out heat like a furnace. My own dick is still hard as steel, and I doubt it’ll be going down on its own any time soon, but I don’t matter right now. My goal was to make him feel good. Big tick.

After a minute, the rise and fall of Shaun’s chest slows to a gentle lilt. He rests a hand on the small of my back and sighs.

“That was intense!”

“You’re telling me!” I place a hand on his belly and rub gentle circles on his skin. “I mean, I’d ask if you enjoyed it, but I’m pretty sure I know the answer.”

“Yeah," he sounds awestruck, “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I can’t help but feel a little smug. Good to know I’ve set the bar high for Shaun’s first gay blow job.

Shaun shifts his weight, and I enjoy the sensation of being lifted like a rag doll by his body.

“Freddie, you’re still…?” I tilt my head up to look at him and see his eyes are on my dick. “Would you like me to, um, return the favour?”