Page 41 of Taste Test

We stumbled towards Jared’s bedroom, hands everywhere, both of us breathing hard. I’d imagined this moment so many times, but the reality was overwhelming—Jared’s mouth on mine, desperate and hungry, his hands yanking at my shirt.

“Fuck,” he gasped against my lips as we hit the doorframe, his back slamming against it. “Been wanting this for so long.”

He kissed me over and over, each one stealing more of my breath until I was gasping between his lips, his mouth relentless, urgent, like he was trying to fuck me through just our kiss. His arms coiled around my back, dragged me tight against him, and I melted into the heat of his body.

Then, without warning, his hand clamped around my crotch. His palm massaged, his fingers squeezed. I throbbed instantly.

He dropped to his knees, mouth hovering inches from my aching bulge, hot breath teasing the fabric of my pants. He popped the button, unzipped me, yanked my pants down to my ankles. His large hands stroked my hairy legs, gripping my calves, rubbing up my shins, greedy with the touch.

When he looked up at me through those thick lashes, I fucking trembled.

His lips moved over the bulge of my cock through the cotton, tongue pressing wet heat through the fabric, kissing the length of me, then down to my balls, sucking through the cloth like he was trying to taste me already.

My fingers tangled in his blond locks, pulling him closer, dragging him into my scent, my heat.

When he peeled down my briefs, I felt like I was breaking chains. My cock swung out and didn’t even finish bouncing before he wrapped his lips around it and took half my length into his throat.

Jared sucked my dick like he was making up for lost time. I’d assumed he’d be crap at it, being his first time, but he wasn’t. His tongue was surprisingly gifted, tracing patterns and licking just beneath the head to make me dribble pre into his mouth.

Maybe cocksucking is an innate ability possessed by every male , I thought to myself. We all know how to suck dick because it’s wired into us from having our own.

I lost track of time completely, caught between watching his blond head slide back and forth and trying not to blow too early.

The sounds he made, these low and hungry hums of appreciation, vibrated through my cock and straight into my balls.

When he finally figured out how to relax his throat, taking me deeper than anyone ever had, I had to lean against his dresser to stay upright.

He eventually pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Well,” he said, voice rough from taking my length, “I guess that officially makes me a cocksucker now.”

“How does it feel?” I asked, still catching my breath.

“Like I should’ve done this years ago,” he said, giving me a few more eager sucks before finally pulling off.

He rose to his full height, eyes locked on mine, and in one smooth motion stripped off his hoodie and shirt together, leaving his torso bare.

I moved in, kissing along his cheek, jaw, and neck, tasting soap mixed with the faint salt of sweat. I was heading lower, hungry for his nipples, when he grabbed me and dragged me back up to his mouth. His moan vibrated against my tongue as we kissed, messy and hot.

“I need you naked,” I said.

“Then make it happen.”

I pulled the drawstring of his pants, felt the satisfying little jump as the knot came loose, then dragged them down, boxers and all.

His cock sprang up like it had been waiting, smacking against his abs.

I grabbed hold of it, yanked him closer, and with my other hand clutched his arse—smooth, round, solid.

We kissed again while I stroked him, until he groaned, “Easy, tiger. I’m too fucking close. ”

I released my grip, giving him space to come back from the brink.

He kicked off his sneakers and stepped free of his pants, left in nothing but a pair of worn white socks, bright against his tanned skin.

“Your turn,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”

I stripped my shirt, shoved my pants away from my ankles, and when I turned back, fully bare, he was drinking me in with open hunger.

“Much better,” he said. “Now we’re even.”

“Not quite.” I nodded at his socks. “You still have those on.”

He smirked. “Guess you’ll have to take care of that.”

Challenge accepted.

I pushed Jared back, one hand on his chest, and he fell with a bounce to the bed, propping himself up on his elbows, a position that accentuated every muscle in his torso.

I knelt before him and peeled off those tiny white socks.

I kissed his feet, rubbing the soles with my thumbs, hearing him sigh, then worked my way up his legs, over the fuzzy hair on his shins to the mighty thighs, feeling the muscles tense as my lips touched him.

Then, placing a hand behind each knee, I lifted his legs, opened them, and pushed them back until they touched his stomach.

Fine blond hairs traced the curves of his hamstrings, catching the light as I drank him in.

His arse looked flawless beneath the drape of his balls.

Between those cheeks, half-hidden in the thick curl of hair, my prize waited—tight, puckering, as if it could sense my hunger.

Bending in, I pressed my tongue to his virgin hole and tasted his crack for the first time.

He jolted beneath my grip, startled by the shock of it, but I kept his legs pinned and persisted, pushing past the elastic resistance until the tip of my tongue knew what the inside of him tasted like. It was sweet and metallic-clean.

Typical , I thought. Even the one part of his body that should have tasted disgusting wasn’t. It was just more Jared. More the flavour of a beautiful person who somehow managed to be perfect even in places that had no right being perfect.

“Fuck,” Jared gasped, his voice breaking. “Casey, that’s—oh shit, that feels incredible.”

Shaking his head side to side, he stifled strange noises. Long fingers clawed the sheets, pulling them free from the mattress, bunching them at his sides. I made a wet trail up the length of his trench, over his balls to the tip of his dick.

“Your tongue,” he panted. “I had no idea it would feel like that in my arse.”

I pulled back just enough to speak. “Like what?”

“Like I’m melting from the inside out.” His eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide. “But I need more than just your tongue going in there.”

He reached down and grabbed my face with both hands, pulling me up until we were eye to eye.

Our bodies pressed together, chest to chest, cock to cock.

He kissed me hard, tongue pushing into my mouth, hands fisted in my hair.

When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, he glanced down between us.

“Typical,” he muttered. “The first cock ever in my arse has to be a bloody porn dick.”

I followed his gaze. Our cocks were pressed tight, duelling for space. The size difference wasn’t massive but it was clear enough. He wrapped a hand around both of us, stroking us together, his grip unable to encompass the combined girth.

“It’s bringing tears to my eyes just thinking how much this is gonna hurt,” he said.

“We don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want. Or you can just fuck me if you rather that.”

“Hell no,” Jared said, his grip tightening around us both. “You’re getting the fuck you want, and I’m getting the fuck my arse needs.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he said, eyes blazing. “You’re fucking me, Casey. Right now. That’s not up for debate.”

He let go of our cocks and dragged me into another kiss.

“There’s lube in the drawer,” he murmured against my lips.

“And condoms?”

“I want you as you are,” he replied. “Isn’t that what you want too? Me leaking in class tomorrow? Limping at training? Feeling you drip out of me for days?”

I got up and reached for the bedside drawer, fingers fumbling with the handle until I found a small bottle of KY wedged between old magazines and charging cables.

When I gave it a squeeze, it let out a wet, farty splutter, coughing up only a thin smear into my palm.

The sound made me pause. This bottle had been well-used.

I couldn’t help wondering what for. Not wanks—Jared was uncut; he didn’t need help there.

No, he’d have emptied it on girls. His ex, some hook-ups, whoever he’d been pulling into this bed before me. I hated how jealous that made me feel.

But when I turned back, all of that jealousy dropped away. Jared was still holding his legs apart, that hungry look in his eyes telling me everything I needed to know about how badly he wanted this. Whatever he’d done with women before, this moment was ours.

I stroked the lube along my cock while he let go of his legs just long enough to snatch the bottle from me. He shook out the last drops, slicking his fingers before running them down the length of his crack, smearing it everywhere until the wiry hair around his hole shone.

I climbed onto the bed, settling between his spread legs, my knees sinking into the mattress until my thighs brushed the backs of his. From here the view was perfect—every angle, every detail, everything he was offering.

I crawled closer and pressed a wet finger to his hole, pushing in slow, then sliding in a second beside it. His back arched off the bed, a sharp gasp ripping from him as his hand clamped my shoulder.

“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut. “That’s… intense.”

“You’re okay,” I whispered, gently working him open. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

A whimper escaped him as he slid one of his own fingers in next to mine, our hands touching, our faces close enough to breathe the same air. Together we stretched him, lips brushing, eye to eye, until his chest heaved with the effort and sweat pearled at his hairline.

I couldn’t wait another second. My fingers slipped free, his too, leaving him empty and wanting.