Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Sucking dick didn’t equal loss of control.
“I don’t know what prompted this, but you won’t see me complaining,” Dex said breathlessly, rocking against Hammer, already hard. His hair still smelled of the jasmine perfume he’d used back at home, and his body was oh so familiar by now. Always available to him. Always so warm and inviting.
“I don’t need prompting,” Hammer whispered, grabbing his lover’s hard cock and biting into his bare shoulder at the same time. Dex arched under him, uttering a low groan, but he’d seen nothing yet.
If this was to happen, Hammer needed to get to work fast, before doubts swallowed his courage, so he slid off the bed, kneeling on the plush rug while staring at the still-unfamiliar landscape of body hair and pale skin. He pulled on Dex’s legs, forcing him to slide to the edge of the mattress. From so close, the masculine scent of Dex’s arousal was impossible to ignore, and Hammer found himself following its musky aroma. He hadn’t previously paid any attention to Dex’s balls, but now that he was facing them, he overcame his inner barrier and teased the sac with his fingers.
Dex gasped, letting his head drop back while even his bruised shoulder tensed. “Oh fuck yes,” he whimpered, and Hammer was glad that Dex didn’t attempt saying any patronizing shit like you’re doing great, you can stop whenever you want. Like he didn’t know that. He might be the one about to give a blowjob, but that did not mean he wasn't in charge.
The lean thighs trembled on either side of his head when he squeezed a bit harder. He may have been tired before, but fatigue had evaporated in favor of a burst of adrenaline going straight to his dick.
So he decided to stop pussyfooting around and licked the head of Dex’s cock.
That was it, he’d now tasted another man’s pre-cum, and it fucking changed nothing while somehow boosting his desire to stop holding back. Nothing beyond the walls of this room had any bearing on what happened between him and Dex.
The taste was a bit salty, with a tinge of sour, and just enough sweetness to balance it out. So maybe it wasn’t the greatest flavor, and if cum itself tasted similar, he couldn’t imagine himself wanting to swallow, but it wasn’t in any way revolting either. Just a body fluid and yet another sign of his partner’s arousal. But the cockhead? Smooth and slick like the inside of a peach with plenty of syrup, it felt good on Hammer’s tongue, so he closed his eyes and took it in his mouth, sucking gently to get the hang of it.
And then it dawned on him that he’d never been repulsed by dick. What had put him off even thinking about this had been the idea of serving another man, the fear of being mocked and judged for it, or worse yet—forever labeled with dozens of derogatory terms.
But right now, with Dex, he felt in charge despite Dex tightening his fingers in Hammer’s wet hair. He didn’t pull, or force Hammer’s head down, just petted him while releasing the most arousing little moans.
Fuck yeah. Whether he drilled Dex’s hole or blew him, Hammer always felt like a sex god when they were together, and as Dex raised his hips, enjoying this ride, Hammer weighed his balls in one hand while tracing the cock up and down with his tongue.
It was such a strange thing to do after not even considering it for years, but now that he had Dex to please, the texture of skin and the flavor of him was starting to grow on Hammer. He closed his eyes and focused on what his other senses had to offer.
Dex reacted to the pleasure as if Hammer were water, and Dex, popping candy, and as Hammer stroked his thigh, enjoying how hot and hairy it was under his fingers, his dick twitched against Hammer’s tongue, stiff and ready. Another time, Hammer would grab the base of his dick, or make him wear a cock ring to prolong the teasing until Dex dissolved into a begging mess.
Because there would be another time. He might not be shaking with pleasure from having his mouth stimulated, like some porn stories he’d read portrayed it from a woman’s perspective, but he loved what his touch was doing to Dex.
“Oh, oh, feels so good,” Dex whispered, grabbing Hammer’s hair hard enough to squeeze water out of it and send a rivulet down Hammer’s back.
“Yeah?” Hammer asked, flattening his tongue and lapping up the shaft while glancing at the flushed face. “What do you like most about it?”
Dex’s lip trembled, and he stared at Hammer, as if he were hypnotized by the tone of his voice. “You’ve got such a hot tongue. And just… your face there. Fuck, that’s such a turn on. You’re so fucking handsome, and then with a dick in your mouth… uh. So hot I’m gonna come any second.”