Page 15 of Glitter

Chapter 15

The top blanket on Dusti’s bed was the same, but his dark purple sheets had been replaced with ones that were light turquoise with a print of multi-colored unicorns. Dusti climbed onto his bed, crawling on all fours across the sweetly innocent looking sheets, his sexy short shorts hiking even higher, revealing almost the entirety of each sweet cheek and snugging tightly into the crease between them.

He flopped onto his back, his pink curls tumbling in disarray. I hovered by the end of his bed, waiting for Dusti to start issuing orders. Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait very long.

“Take my clothes off, Benny.”

Not hesitating, practically flinging myself on the bed to get to him, I rushed to obey.

His small shorts were fastened with a set of tiny buttons that my fingers fumbled to get undone. My clumsiness only increased when Dusti breezily stated, “Oh, and just so you know, Benny-boo…Other than telling you what to do, I’m not planning on doing any of the work tonight. It’ll all be you. I’m just going to lay back and let you pleasure me. I’m not going to lift a single finger. I’m not even going to touch you. Everything that gets done in this bed will be done by you.” My breath caught as he added, “You’re going to be my sex servant for the night, Benny.”

Fuuuck … Why did that sound so hot? Dusti said he wouldn’t even be touching me and, fuck, the way his words had my cock throbbing and weeping pre-cum, I didn’t think he’d need to.

Need and desperation had me yanking a bit too hard trying to get those fucking buttons through their fucking holes and one of them popped off, flying through the air and plinking onto the floor.

“Hmm. Hope you’re handy with a needle and thread, boo, ‘cause you’ll be sewing that back on in the morning.”

Dusti sounded more amused than upset, and I did know how to reattach a button, so I didn’t let it bother me, focusing my attention back to getting those other damned buttons freed so I could get his shorts off.

I finally got them open and slipped them down Dusti’s legs, pausing when I saw the pink lace panties he had on underneath them. They snuggly cupped Dusti’s long, slender cock and his small, tight balls, and his pale skin peeped through the spaces in the dainty rose pattern.

“Keep going, Benny. Take off all my clothes.”

His voice was calm, but firm, commanding me to do what he said. So, I slid the tips of my fingers beneath the top of his panties and carefully drew them down his legs as well. The backs of my hands gently caressed the bottoms of Dusti’s feet as I pulled his panties all of the way off, causing him to giggle and squirm.

“Hey, careful. Ticklish.”

I filed away the information, knowing that I’d want to discover any of Dusti’s other ticklish spots.

Dropping his panties to the floor, I skimmed my hands up the flat plane of his abdomen and beneath the bottom edge of his cropped tank top. I tugged it up, but Dusti must’ve really meant it when he said he didn’t plan to do anything tonight—he laid there, not moving at all, which hindered my effort to get his shirt off.

I pondered the situation for a moment before snaking one of my arms beneath his shoulders. Huffing undignified grunts, I maneuvered his limp, uncooperative body and hoisted his upper half off the bed. Dusti’s breath was hot against the side of my neck as he snickered, so at least my bumbling efforts were amusing him.

With my other hand, I tugged and yanked at his shirt, pulling it up his arms and over his head. The silver lollipop charm on his necklace thumped down onto his bare chest, in between his small, pale pink nipples.

I wanted to lick them. I wanted to suck and nibble on them. But until Dusti told me to… I rested his torso back on the mattress, then waited for him to issue his next instruction.

“Good job, Benny,” he said. His eyes trailed down my body, straddling his waist with my knees bracketed on either side of him. “Hmm. Your pants are looking awfully tight there, boo. Bet you’d like to take them off, wouldn’t you?”

Nodding, I replied, “Yes. Please.” My dick was very hard and uncomfortably being strangled in by the unforgiving fabric of my jeans.

A smile on his lips, Dusti seemed to take great delight in saying, “Aww, that’s too bad. Because I want you to leave your pants on.” Seeing my obvious dismay, Dusti added, “For now, boo. Remember, I want tonight to be about me. I want you to focus completely on me, on pleasing me.” His gaze scanned my face, and when I didn’t raise any sort of objection, he softly spoke his next command. “Suck on my nipples, Benny. I know you want to; I saw it on your face. So, suck them, boo. Suck on my nipples.”

I shifted myself down his body to bring my face more level with his chest. His sweet scent was even stronger there, as I nuzzled the faint curve of his pec, like some of it was from a lotion or body wash he’d used. Extending my tongue, I swiped it over his right nipple, getting my first taste of the tiny, pretty nubbin.

“Yeah, that’s right, Benny. Lick ‘em, get ‘em wet. Then I want my nipples in your mouth and I want you sucking ‘em.”

I did as he asked. The right, and then the left. I licked and licked, until his right nipple was a tight, hard peak, and the pale pink skin was a darker shade and shiny with my saliva. Then I switched sides and did the exact same thing to his left nipple.

By the time I switched back over to the right, drawing the sweetly furled bud into my mouth to suckle on it, Dusti’s neck and chest was flushed pink and his breath was coming in light pants.

“Mmm, like that, Benny. But you can go a little harder. I like it when… ngh …when it almost…almost feels like too much.”

We really were a good fit in bed. All of Dusti’s orders, his feedback and directions, took away all of my anxious worries that I would do something he wouldn’t like or that he wouldn’t enjoy the things I did to him. I didn’t even mind that my pleasure usually took a backseat to his. I could ignore the needy demands of my hard dick if it meant that he felt good.

After a few minutes of sucking on his nipples, alternating between the two, Dusti said, his words breathy and labored, “Alright, boo. That’s good for now. Now I want you to sit on the bed, next to me. Since I’m still not doing any of the work, I’ll need for you to turn me over onto my front and then we’re going to give your mouth and tongue some more of a workout.” My gulp was loud enough that I’m certain he heard it after he stated, “You’re going to rim me, Benny.”

Oh fuck. The thought that he wanted my mouth there…that I was shortly going to taste that most intimate part of him… I had to bring a hand to my dick and give it a firm squeeze through the heavy layer of denim because my erection was now painfully hard and throbbing.

I’d thought the action was necessary, but Dusti didn’t seem to agree. “Hey, hands off your cock,” he sharply ordered. “None of that. You’re touching me right now. Pleasing me right now. No touchy-touchy of your cocky-cocky, Benny-boo.”

I legitimately whimpered as I immediately pulled my hand off my dick. It hurt, it was so hard. But also…I liked that Dusti wasn’t letting me touch myself. I liked that he was making me focus solely on him.

As if to make up for my distress, Dusti’s tone was sweet as he prompted, “What are you supposed to be doing, Benny?”

With another deep gulp, I slid off of him and onto the bed.

His flushed skin was so warm and just a touch sweaty as I worked my arm underneath his shoulders again. My other hand settled on his bare hip and, using my grip there and his far shoulder, I gently rolled Dusti onto his side, then over onto his front.

Resting down by his thigh, on his unicorn-patterned, turquoise sheets, the fingers of his right hand fluttered and the perky, taut mounds of his ass tensed—narrow grooves forming in the sides of each clenched cheek. Then, before I could get started on the next delicious step of his instructions, Dusti gave me another order.

“I need you to reach beneath me and readjust my cock, boo. It’s, uh…it’s a weird angle that doesn’t feel that great.”

Empathy flaring, I carefully wiggled my hand in between Dusti’s body and the mattress. When my fingertips brushed against the base of his cock, I eased my hand around his stiff dick and gently pulled, until it was pointed straight up, sandwiched between Dusti’s stomach and his bed.

“Is that…”

“Yeah. Much better,” he replied with a sigh. “Thanks.”

I grunted an acknowledgement, although I didn’t think any gratitude was needed for just making him more comfortable.

“Alright. But now, going forward, I want you to leave my cock alone.” I made a soft noise of confusion, which he responded to by explaining, “You’re going to rim me—feel free to use your tongue, your lips, your fingers, whatever as you eat me out—and I want to see if you can get me to come only from that.” With his head resting on his cheek and turned away from me, I could only see one corner of Dusti’s mouth as it curled up in a smile. “I think you can do it, Benny. Let’s find out, shall we?”

I’m glad he had that sort of confidence in my abilities; I didn’t. But if coming hands-free, with just my mouth and fingers in his ass, was what Dusti wanted, I was certainly going to try my best to give him that.

There was only a narrow wedge of space between Dusti’s longs legs, certainly not enough room for me to fit myself in there. So I wrapped my hands around his slender thighs, just above his slightly knobby knees, and spread them to give myself some extra room.

Merely pulling his legs farther apart was enough to widen his crease, giving me a lovely, close-up view to his pretty, dusky pink hole. Like magnets, my fingers were drawn to the small, furled opening, and I groaned, deep and heartfelt, as my thumb slowly caressed his hole.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” Dusti said with his own groan. “Now your mouth, boo. Want your mouth. Eat my ass.”

I settled myself between his splayed legs, my head hovering only inches away from his gorgeous ass. Dipping my nose into his crease, I took a long, deep breath, dragging in his scent. Somehow, he still smelled sweet, even here, but now it was strongly overlaid with earthy musk.

Satisfied I would have his unique scent imprinted forever on my memories, I parted my lips, extended my tongue, and took my first taste of Dusti’s hole.

“ Fuuuck . Yes, boo. Lick it. Lick it good.” His words were so garbled with a moan that I could barely make them out. But his tone of lust-drenched satisfaction was easy enough to understand.

Groaning some more, hungry for another taste, I obeyed. My tongue lashed at his hole, over and over again. Getting it wet enough that saliva dripped from it and ran down his taint, pooling against the wrinkled skin at the base of his tight sack.

Smoothing my hand over the firm, smooth curve of his ass, I dipped my fingers into his crease and pressed one into his wet hole. It slid in easily, his hole eagerly sucking it in, so the next time I went to press in, I added a second finger.

“Benny. Benny. Yes. Love it. So good.”

His mumbled words were interspersed with gasps and moans. Letting me know that he was enjoying what I was doing and encouraging me to keep going.

Continuing to work my fingers in and out of his hole, I licked at his rim, stretched around my fingers. I loved the way this part of him tasted—sweet, of course, but salty, tangy, and musky.

“Oh fuck. Benny. Can you tell? Can you…can you feel it? Fuck, can you taste it? I’m so close, Benny. Shit, so close.”

Sadly, I couldn’t taste any change in his flavor, not that the way he tasted wasn’t already spectacular. I could feel his channel squeezing my fingers tighter and tighter as I fucked him with them, but I was still surprised by Dusti’s announcement that he was so close.

With my right hand busy, I snuck my left arm beneath his hips and pulled him back so that his dick was no longer pressing directly into the mattress. He whined at losing that friction and pressure on his cock, but I wanted space between him and the bed. I wanted to see the pre-cum welling and dripping from his swollen, rosy pink cockhead.

And when he came, I wanted room to be able to see the cum shooting out of him.

“Are you gonna do it?” I asked, needing to know just how close he was. “You gonna come without a hand on your dick?”

Dusti’s response was buried among a string of moans. “Yes. Oh yes. I’m gonna. I’m gonna do it. And soon. Fuck. I’m gonna come soon, Benny.”

Yanking my fingers out of his ass, I shoved my tongue into his hole as far as I could get it, wanting—needing—to feel it squeezing around my tongue. But when he cried out, yelling, “Fuck! Coming!” I replaced my tongue with my fingers again, stroking in and out of him as his channel pulsed around them.

Dropping my body flat to the bed, I watched from between his legs, as spurt after spurt erupted from Dusti’s cock, splatting obscenely onto his unicorn sheets. It was stunning to see him come, without a single touch to his cock. And I watched every single second of it.

Fine tremors wracked his body as he started to come down from his climax. And his voice was shaky as he spoke. But he still managed to sound commanding as he ordered, “Now, Benny. Now. Now you can touch your cock. Pull it out from those hideous jeans and stroke it. Then I want you to come all over me. Paint my ass with your cum.”

See, now was the time for gratitude. I mumbled nonsense sounds in thanks for Dusti finally allowing me to give my dick some relief. Possibly breaking some sort of world record, I got my jeans open and shoved down impossibly fast, along with my underwear, and I wrapped my hand around the iron-hard column of my dick.

The glide was ridiculously smooth because of all the pre-cum I’d been making, which had been soaking into my underwear and dripping down the length of my dick the whole time I’d been rimming Dusti. I gave my achingly hard dick a couple of strokes, and that was all it took.

Long streams of cum forcefully shot from my cock, landing in fat streaks all across the small of Dusti’s back and on his perfect ass. There was so much of it, it ran down his sides and dripped down to make an even bigger mess of his sheets.

When it was clear I was done, Dusti rolled and flopped onto his back, uncaring that he was smearing all of the cum I’d left on his skin onto his sheets. Although, at this point, it probably didn’t matter; they were going to have to go into the wash as soon as possible, anyway.

Chuckling, Dusti caught my eye and commented, “Well, fuck. That was fun.”

“So much fun,” I agreed, meanwhile thinking that, if anything, that was a massive fucking understatement.

“Isn’t rimming just the best?” Not giving me time to answer his obviously rhetorical question, Dusti continued, “Experience tells me that I’m not going to be ready for another round for a while. But, uh…if you don’t have anywhere you need to be…” He drew his bottom lip in between his teeth in an uncharacteristic sign of nerves, and his voice was hesitant as he asked, “You could stay? If you wanted. We’d have to switch the sheets and get cleaned up, but you could…you could stay. Hang out for a little longer?”

“Sure. Yes. Of course,” I replied, as if there were any other answer I would’ve given him, ignoring the pointless flare of jealousy I felt over Dusti having enough experience with being rimmed and/or coming hands-free to know that he had a long refractory time after those.

Dusti’s real—slightly crooked, incredibly sweet—smile made a reappearance. Then it turned a bit wicked as he said, “Besides…tomorrow’s Saturday. No work for either of us. I’m sure we can think of something to do in the morning.”