Page 23 of Rock Giant

Paul braced a hand against the tree, then wrapped the other around the back of Ronnie’s head.“Please, Bushie.”

Ronnie surrounded his crown in sweet, wet heat.

He’d had many a blowjob in his life.Some furtive, some indulgent, some worthy of celebrating, others best forgotten.Xane had been memorable.He’d never deny that, but skill wasn’t everything.It’d been about mechanics not emotions.The same ought to have been true now, only there was something about this that was doing an absolute number on him on a visceral level.

It didn’t make sense.

Probably something to do with the apples in the craft ciders he’d been pouring down his throat.

It certainly wasn’t because he was catching feelings for the man on his knees sucking him like it was his purpose in life.

Fuck, but that was good.

Needed to cool it though, or it was going to be over too fast.

That was the thing, when it was good, you wanted to fucking savour it, and savour it… Simultaneously, he couldn’t bear to slow things down.Not when Ronnie was curling his tongue so that it whipped the flat of his crown, not when all the knots in his brain and in his shoulders were finally unravelling.

Gawd, yes!Right there.Like that.Exactly fucking like that.

Should have realised his professed talent was real.Ronnie couldn’t lie to save his life.He was brutally honest and lacked any sort of filter.If anything, he tended to underplay his talents, rather than hyping them up.

“Fucking hell, man…”

While he might not want this to be over in a flash, pretty soon there’d be no holding it back short of having some kind of medieval torture device clamped around his bollocks.

“Gonna come,” he huffed, easing his grip on Ronnie’s head, in case he didn’t want a mouthful of baby fluid.

Insane bugger only went and upped the ante.Seemed he was eager to sup down every drop.

“You don’t have to,” he grunted.

There was still no let-up, meanwhile he was losing the ability to think coherently, let alone compose or voice sentences.

Ronnie clamped his hand around his arse, digging his fingers into Paul’s flanks and using the leverage to take him deeper.He couldn’t take him all.He bottomed out at the back of Ronnie’s throat with inches to spare, but it was enough.More than enough.The main source of joy was concentrated around the head, anyway.

His ears were buzzing.His head was buzzing.Every goddamned nerve cell in his body lit up with pleasure.Then there it was.No stopping it.The pinpoint of time when everything was just perfect and simultaneously too damned much.His balls emptied, and Ronnie, bless his sugar heart, sucked down every damn drop like it was fucking nectar.

Of course, when the high was that high, the come down was a bummer.The chill of the night air painted his flesh with goosebumps.Wind rustled the trees and made his ears cold.He rubbed his scalp, wishing the spikes he’d sported for years were still there.Then, of course, there was the cold of his cock slipping free of the hot cavern of Ronnie’s mouth.

He ought to say something, he just wasn’t sure what.Thanks, kinda didn’t cut it.

Ronnie gazed up at him, still on his knees.He hadn’t even unzipped, but he was slack-jawed and dazed looking.The amber of his eyes almost coppery in the filtered moonlight.

“Need to take it out and show me?”Oh, God, what was he saying?Engage brain.Engage brain.Reboot.Reboot.

“You said no tit for tat.”

“Never said owt about sucking you.Only asked if you wanted to show me it.”

Someone silence him with gaffer tape.

Ronnie continued to stare up at him slack jawed and wet lipped.Then, he gave a decisive nod and carefully unzipped.It paid to do so when you were negotiating anything with teeth while sporting a boner that big.

Paul wasn’t any sort of cock connoisseur, but Ronnie had a nice one.Cut, which was a novelty in this landscape.It was long, but skinny, same as its owner, only flushed an even deeper shade of crimson.“I’m not going to touch you,” he said.“But I’m good to watch if you want to finish off.”That seemed somewhat unjust, and he strove to be fair in his dealings, so he added, “Tell me what’s on your mind while you do it.How does the fantasy of this night end?”

If he’d been a little more sober, he’d have realised that was a can of worms probably better left closed, but he had cider sediment fuzzing up his brain.

Ronnie, naturally, had zero qualms about blabbing his innermost thoughts.He went at it without a second prompt.