Page 60 of Forbidden Hockey

“Open,” I demand, giving his face a gentle smack. “Wider.”

Dirk opens wide enough to show off that thick tongue of his—yes, I noticed. Wonder if he’d pierce his tongue for me? I dip the head of my cock inside, sliding the front along the wetness.

“I have a problem, Dirk, but it’s something I don’t think you’ll mind so much.” I thrust a little, making him hold his head in place. “You drive me fucking wild. I can’t hold back.”

He mumbles something around the head of my dick. I pull out.

“What was that?”

“I said, you could have fooled me. My asshole’s drying up, you’re taking so damn long to mmph?—”

I shove my dick inside. “Huh. It’s just as I thought. This mouth is better off with my fat dick stuffing it. I should have done this sooner. Suck.”

Dirk moans like my good little whore, and boy, does he suck. It takes everything to keep my knees from buckling.

“Fuck, that’s it. Good fucking boy.” He tries to move his head, but I don’t let him, and I get another pleasure-filled moan around my cock. Dirk likes being controlled. I knew he fucking would. Fantasized about all the ways I’d take him. “Take your cock out.”

His zipper’s the loudest thing in the room, even louder than the soft wet sounds his mouth makes around my cock.

“Hand.” Dirk holds out his hand, and I land a wet gob of spit there. “Stroke yourself.”

“Mmmm,” he hums around my cock.

I thrust deeper now—time to test your gag reflex, baby—gently at first, but harder as I see what he can take. His face reddens and tears prick his eyes every time I hit the back of his throat. I pull out to let him breathe. He gasps for air, chasing my cock, pouting in a way I don’t think anybody’s seen.

At least nobody better have seen. Something I know about Dirk is that he doesn’t get vulnerable with anyone. Maybe it’s a wild thought, but I hope I’m the only one he’s ever done something as vulnerable as pouting for cock with. I want his vulnerability to be mine and mine alone.

This time, I leave my cock out, letting the now cool air hit it—the air’s nowhere as warm as his mouth—and admire the saliva shine on his cherry-red lips.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I shove my cock in again, pounding, pounding. A rhythm builds, wild, unhinged. I hit the back of his throat, and he chokes, but he keeps sucking hard, signaling that he doesn’t wanna lose my cock.

“You filthy little slut. You like choking on my cock, don’t you?” I pull out.

“Yeah. Fuck, yeah, I do. God, I can feel every inch of you. Please give it the fuck back, Trav.”

He’s pouting again, like I took away his new favorite toy. It’s adorable. I thrust inside, and his blue eyes light up.

My cock’s long, but I’m also thicker than most. His lips have to stretch wide just to fit it, but his cheeks pucker in as he sucks, and I watch it glide in and out, saliva stringing from his mouth to my cock. He shudders; must be getting close.

Now that I have an idea of what he can take, I go harder, thrust, thrust,thrust.Deep. I use him hard, hoping his throat aches tomorrow. He’ll feel me all fucking day while he’s doing yard work.

Sweat beads off his forehead, his face all blotchy red and ruined.

“That’s it, eyes on me, baby. You’re just my little cum toy, aren’t you? I’m gonna come so hard down your throat and you’re gonna take everything I give you, pretty boy.”

He whimpers, and I know what that means. He’s close to coming, probably wondering if he can, but he can’t ask with my dick in his mouth. It’s such a fucking shame I can’t see him stroking it from this angle. I get an idea, but first to fill him with my cum.

“Fuck,” I moan. “You’re so good, so obedient. I fucking love it, Dirk.” Dirk can get a little lippy because he has a temper, and he’ll belt off brat-like things—hence why I call him a brat sometimes—but he’s not really a brat. I’ve noticed how much praise affects him, how much he’d rather behave.

I’m glad it extends to when he’s sucking my cock. I’m gonna have so much fun with it.

“That’s it, keep sucking like that, I’m so close. You’re gonna swallow every drop, aren’t you, baby?”

He nods, pretty eyes gazing up, fogged with lust.

My abs tighten, I let my cock hit the back of his throat, forcing him to take a breath through his nose, then I pull back a little, coming in long spurts, body frozen in an orgasmic high. He swallows, but there’s so much, it leaks from his lips and down his chin. I pull my cock out, he chases it, trying to lick whatever’s left around the sensitive head. I grip his jaw.

“Fuck, you’re wrecked,” I murmur. “Up.”