Page 4 of Rowdy Boy

He tastes like wild cherry pop tarts and cigarette smoke. I’m addicted to the way the metal studs on his skinny emo belt dig into my abs each time he grinds against me. He’s got my T-shirt pushed up, and he’s pawing at the waistband of my athletic shorts.

“Can I suck you off?” His voice is husky with desire as he goes back to kissing the ever-loving shit out of me instead of giving me a chance to reply.

Is it wrong to let him give me head when I just got a blowie from someone else twelve hours ago?

He breaks away from my mouth and kisses down my neck as I catch my breath and take a long swig from the bottle of gin I swiped on my way out of the house. This shit tastes like wood—and not the kind I enjoy—but it’s Julian’s favorite. My dad’s not likely to notice it’s missing, but if he does, he’ll suspect Julian took it instead. As a bonus, it’ll piss Julian off when he realizes the living room bar cart’s missing his go-to liquor.

I gaze up at Bash—he’s got at least three inches on me—and bite down on my lip as I eye the barbell in his tongue. He’s so hot, and I’m already rock-hard thinking about the warm metal of his piercing running up the length of my dick.

Fuck it.I showered before I came out tonight.

“Yeah, I’ll let you suck it.” I smirk and stick my tongue in my cheek before placing a hand on his broad shoulder and shoving him down. The boy drops to his knees with my silent command.

I let his skillful fingers roll down the elastic of my shorts. He looks up at me then, expectantly, like he’s waiting for further instructions.

I reach down and run my thumb back and forth along his bottom lip, then catch it between my thumb and finger and pull. He gives up a groan that has my balls tightening with anticipation.

“Open,” I tell him tenderly as I release him. His jaw practically unhinges as he quickly does exactly as I say.

God, I love hooking up with this guy. He’s so fucking responsive.

I grin before bringing the bottle of gin to his mouth. I rest the opening on his bottom lip and gaze down at him. He looks so hot on his knees, ready and waiting for my cock.

“Want some?” I ask as I tease the first inch of the neck of the bottle in and out. He doesn’t answer, but he opens wide and tips his head back, clearly eager to take whatever I want to give him.

I let a few glugs fill his mouth before I set the bottle off to the side. Righting myself, I pull my cock out of my boxers and give it a hard stroke.

I glance down to see that Bash still has the alcohol in his mouth. I smirk when I realize what he’s waiting for.

“Swallow,” I command. I watch his Adam’s apple jump as he lets the gin slide down. He coughs, no doubt feeling the afterburn of that mouthful of sawdust. But he doesn’t sputter long. Especially now that I’ve got what he wants ready for him.

Eyes blown out with desire, he leans forward, and I use the precum that’s pearled on the tip of my dick to paint his lips. His tongue darts out for a taste just as his eyes track up my body to meet mine.

“Good boy.” I push the crown of my dick back and forth into his mouth, giving him just an inch like I did with the bottle. He relaxes his jaw as his hands roam up the back of my thighs. He takes me deep, then moans around my cock.

“Now suck,” I grunt out. He pulls me in as far as he can, holding himself on my cock as he gags around my length. My head slams back into the sheet metal of the storage unit, and we’re off.

He bobs up and down on my dick, only pausing a few times to catch his breath and lick my length. He sucks me hard and takes me deep, and I make sure he knows just how good it feels by caressing his head and running my fingers through his hair. Grunting my pleasure, I match my thrusts to his rhythm, but I hold back from fully fucking his face. I want him to feel like he’s in control, even when his knees are pressing into the gravel to please me.

He does this thing where he takes all of me in his mouth, hums, then gags. My abs constrict after the third torturous swallow; shit, the tingle that’s building isn’t going to back off this time.

“Bash, fuck… I’m gonna…”

I manage to get out enough of a warning to give him the option. But he doubles down and cups my balls, sending me crashing over the edge.

Such a greedy little thing. Who am I to deny him?

I black out for the briefest moment as I spill into his mouth. He continues to suck as I pulse to empty, only pulling away when I slump back and shudder against the storage unit.

I’m still lightheaded as I offer him a hand and pull him to his feet. Once he’s standing at full height, he looks down at me with this mischievous half smile. I let out a groan as I realize he’s waiting for my words.

I smirk and shake my head. This crazy fucker. I’m pretty sure I stopped being the boss the moment he wrapped his lips around my cock, but if he wants to keep this up, I’ll play.

“Swallow,” I tell him on a laugh.

But instead of listening to my instructions this time, he shakes his head, then spits my load into his hand. Without breaking eye contact, he steps closer. I track his movements as he reaches between our bodies, undoes his belt with one hand, and works open the fly of his skinny jeans. He manages to get his dick out and then has the audacity to moan when he coats himself with my cum.

It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.