Page 34 of Taste Test

I woke up slowly, pulled from dreams by the warm weight of an arm across my chest. For a moment I was disoriented, the bed felt different, smelled different. Then I became aware of the solid body pressed against my back and everything came flooding back.

Jared’s bed. Jared’s arm. The arrangement we’d made last night.

To my horror, he had done exactly what he’d warned me he would do. He’d spooned me. Properly spooned me like we were some loved-up couple, which explained why I’d woken up with a clammy arm draped across my chest and why my back was damp with sweat from his radiating body heat.

His breathing was still deep and even against my neck, but I could tell by the subtle shift in his muscles that he was starting to wake up too. The arm around my chest tightened slightly, pulling me closer, and I felt the unmistakable pressure of morning wood against my thigh.

“Morning,” he mumbled into my hair, his voice rough with sleep.

“Morning.”

Neither of us moved for a moment, just lying there in the grey light filtering through his curtains. It should have been awkward, waking up pressed together like this, both of us nursing morning woods. Instead, it felt surprisingly natural.

“Sleep well?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good. I told you I was good at cuddles.” His hand moved down to my stomach, fingers splaying across my skin, then drifted lower until they brushed against my erection through my boxers. “Morning, soldier. Someone’s standing to attention.”

“Don’t,” I said.

“Sorry.” His hand moved back up to safer territory. “But don’t be embarrassed, mate. You’re not the only one who’s woken up with wood.” To prove his point, he wriggled up a bit and pressed his hips forward, grinding his own hard-on against my arse with. “See? Perfectly normal.”

I had to bite back a groan.

“Well,” he said, rolling onto his side of the bed, “I believe I promised you fresh delivery when we woke up. And it doesn’t get much fresher than this.”

I rolled over to face him. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Of course I want to. That was the whole point, wasn’t it? Unless...” He narrowed his eyes. “Did you change your mind? You don’t have to suck my dick if you don’t want to, Case. No pressure.”

“No,” I said quickly. “I don’t mind.”

“Cool. Then help yourself.” He kicked the blanket aside. The cum-stained boxers he’d gone to bed in were straining to contain him. Reaching down, he slid them down his hairy legs and flicked them away with his foot.

And there it was.

Jared Sutherland’s cock.

The dick I’d fantasised about more than any other. It was somehow both exactly and nothing like I’d imagined. Decently sized, proud, maddeningly pretty. Not the biggest I’d ever seen, but easily the most beautiful.

He wasn’t quite as big as he’d bragged, classic Jared inflation, but I’d half expected that. Still, he wasn’t small by any stretch. A respectable average with enough girth to make an impression, and straight as an arrow. A pretty cock for a pretty man.

He gave it a lazy stroke, watching me. “Anytime you’re ready, mate.”

I swallowed hard.

I’d imagined this moment a thousand times, his cock in my mouth, his hand in my hair, the taste of him flooding my tongue.

But now that it was real, now that he was lying there with his legs open and his dick out, waiting for me, I was freaking out.

Not because I didn’t want it. But because I did. Too much.

I couldn’t do it like this. Not with him watching.

This moment, this first taste, had to be mine. Private. Sacred.

“Would it be okay if I did this under the blanket?” I asked.

“Yeah, man. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

I reached for the covers and pulled them over my head, cocooning myself in warmth and shadow.

Under here, I could finally deal with my own situation.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and awkwardly wrestled them down, the fabric catching on my hard cock before finally sliding free.

I reached out from under the blanket and tossed them over the side of the bed.

“Someone means business,” Jared chuckled from above.

Relief flooded through me that he hadn’t told me to keep them on. Down here, it felt separate from the rest of the world. Just me, his cock, and the scent of bed sweat and arousal.

For a moment I just stared. Like a cat watching a bird through glass, that same predatory intensity, that helpless little chattering sound cats make when they want something desperately but can’t quite reach it.

That’s exactly what I was doing, wasn’t it?

Making those same quiet, needy sounds under my breath as I finally got close to what I’d been craving for so long.

But unlike those cats, I could reach what I wanted.

His cock was right there, plump and heavy against his stomach, the head already slick with pre-come.

I leaned forward and caught the scent of his balls, sweaty and earthy.

My mouth watered despite myself. All those months of living together, of stolen glances and careful distance, and now here I was, kneeling between his legs like I’d always secretly wanted to.

Once you do this , I thought, there’s no going back. Whatever friendship you have with Jared, this will change it.

“You alright down there?” he asked from above the blanket.

“Yeah.”

“Admiring the scenery, are we?”

“Something like that.”

“Take your time,” he said. “And just so you know... if you wanna give the balls a lick, I ain’t complaining. Even a few licks on the taint are all good. Treat yourself.”

I hovered for a second longer, letting the tension stretch, letting the image of him burn itself into memory, cock thick and proud, balls heavy and slightly tight, like he’d been hard for a while. I’d never seen anything so sexy and beautiful in my life.

And finally, I fed the hunger.

I started at his balls, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin before taking one into my mouth.

The taste was clean and slightly salty, and the way he tensed beneath me sent heat straight through me.

I tried to get both balls in my mouth at the same time, as others have done to me, but I failed.

They were too big. It explained a lot. The generous servings he’d been filling that whisky glass with all week suddenly made perfect sense.

Basic biology, bigger balls, bigger loads.

His hand found the back of my head through the covers, fingers tangling in my hair, not pushing, just holding. Like he knew I needed anchoring.

“Casey.”

I’d always liked the sound of my name on his lips. But he’d never said it like this. Never so soft and gentle. It sent a shiver through me. I pressed in closer, burying my nose in his pubes, the hair so much darker than the hair on his head.

You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

I’d thought it a thousand times, whispered it into my pillow, moaned it into my fist. But now it was too much to hold inside. Confessions needed to be made.

“I’ve never been with anyone as gorgeous as you,” I said. “I’m afraid to let you come because I don’t want it to end. I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long. So fucking long. I’d let you do anything. I’d beg for it.”

I heard the words coming from my mouth, realising I was spilling truths I’d kept locked away for years. I was divulging what should have been secrets. But I was giving them to him freely. Giving them to him because of the beauty he was sharing with me.

“I know you’re straight, and you don’t wanna fuck me, but you could still use me. Shove shit in me, whatever. Like that carrot I sucked for you. I’d bend over and take it, take anything. You could fuck my boypussy, fuck, I hate that word, but you can call it that. Call it whatever you want.”

I dragged my tongue along the seam beneath his balls, slow and reverent, like I was tracing a prayer.

“I won’t sleep with anyone else if you don’t want me to.

I’ll lock my dick up in chastity if that’s what you want.

The cage you saw me wearing? I’m not into that shit at all.

I only wore it cause I was afraid of getting an erection while you touched me.

But I’ll wear it permanently and give you the key to wear around your neck. ”

I licked his cock from base to tip then nuzzled his balls with more needy kisses.

“You can choose who gets to fuck me from now on. You could go on Grindr and invite complete strangers over to use me, any guy you want, no matter how old or ugly. If you don’t want them to wear a rubber, that’s cool.

I’ll take their loads. As long as I can see your sexy face while they’re inside me. ”

The words just kept spilling out, like I’d lost control of my own mouth, every filthy thought, every buried fantasy I’d never dared say aloud, now clawing their way to the surface.

I hadn’t even sucked his cock yet. I’d been kissing the insides of his legs, licking along his taint, mouthing his balls like they were sacred.

Now, finally, I inched upward, mouth dragging across the warmth of his inner thigh, my tongue flicking towards the base of his cock.

The shaft twitched as I got closer. His whole body seemed to tighten.

I ran my tongue along the underside, just a teasing glide from root to tip, and watched a fresh bead of precum bloom from the slit like it had been waiting for me.

I leaned in and licked it.

Gooey, warm, slightly sweet. I dug my tongue into his slit to gather some more of this magical flavour I’d become so used to. I still hadn’t taken him in fully, hadn’t wrapped my lips around the head, hadn’t sucked.

I kissed his cock, halfway down the length. A wet, lingering kiss. Then another, just above his balls. My hand cradled them as I continued kissing his shaft in between more gaspy rambling: