I haven’t met a dick that doesn’t enjoy a little praise. Does wonders for the self image. And for the lips. boy’s lips love to praise.
I kneel, unlace, help you off with your boot, breathe into it like an oxygen mask over my face. You smile, giggle, play along as you tie the laces behind my head. “There you go.” Your hand frisks my head. I fucking love that.
You sit on the back of my sofa, legs splayed, hooded sweatshirt over a white-T, army khakis and jock socks. Fuck, I love the way you wear man. You raise your arms, pull the hoodie over your head. Your T lifts up just enough to peek at your trail and navel. Man. This simply act slays me. My nostrils take in the pits of your pullover. Man. You look directly into my eyes. It is so fucking powerful for my desire to be seen.
Your hands guide my hands where you want them. You favour your pecs and your cock, avoid your stomach. The strength of your palms suggests how I imagine you pleasure yourself. A bit rough. Demanding. “You should have seen me when I was really working out.” “Fuck, I like you now, man.” Your index finger love-taps my nose. I’m so easy to please.
I chew on the sides of your dick through your shorts. You hold the back of my head firm, rub your crotch against my face hard. Fuck, are you big. I want my whole fucking face to reek of your cock and balls and hole before we’re through. “No problem.” You reach down give me a squeeze, so fucking wet.
Service makes my dick hard.
You stand, help boy undo the buckle on your Eagle Scout belt. Man, I love looking up at you. I take time with each button. boy’s nervous. A mixture of disbelief/belief collides, rushes my head. Your cock pounds the front of your briefs. My eyes are swimming, drunk. You take your precum, wet your fingers, paint boy’s lips. Intoxicated, I pass out.
I’m just a boy in Superman boxers. You’re the Boy-fucking Wonder two-timing the Caped Crusader with a hardon of Kryptonite.
On the floor, you kneel over my face. Your boy pretends he’s a toothless puppy, gumming your balls and bone, leaving my mouthprints all over, slobbering your briefs. Your hands lift my head, push my face deep into your ballsac. boy’s chin digs to find your root. My puppy becomes a pitbull. I latch on. Chew for all I’m worth. Your briefs so wet they drip back in boy’s face. No one’s going to take my bone away from me.
“Can boy see that again?”
You lower your waistband, slowly, a second time, reveal the base of your dick is so fucking thick. Place my lips on your vein. Read your pulse. Your cock juts straight out from your body. Fuck, I love the way you wear man. My nose vacuums your balls, up and down the full length of your dick. You swing your hips, slap happy, call boy your “cock monster.” Your meat bounces, slaps the sides of my cheeks. “Stick out your tongue.” You peel your skin back, place your head there. Let it rest. Feel the weight of you throb on boy’s tongue. Eyes lock. Wait. Wait for permission.
Your thumb caresses my lower lip, presses open my jaw, “Wider boy, keep it open.” I breathe your cock, in and out, stoke the furnace. You wrap my hand around your base, thrust your hips into our grip, hit the roof of boy’s mouth. I dive beneath your balls, the stubble on the back of boy’s neck wipes your ass. You jump. Ticklish? I roll over, kissing, licking, diving, blowing into your hole. Your hands part your cheeks even further, your sphincter puckers, returns my kiss.
“You look like a fucking satyr. Man. From the waist up you’re this boyish cherub and from the waist down you’re a fucking brute. You’re totally why I’m a fucking gayboy.” You kneel in front. We cup each others’ balls. Stroke ourselves. I fucking love watching you work your cock. You reach over, pinch boy’s nipple. boy can take it harder. Your hand pulls my head into your chest. I lick the sweat off your sternum, lift your arm, swipe my tongue in your pit, my sex pig snorts, makes fart sounds. You’re so fucking ticklish!
You wrestle boy onto his stomach. Push your cock against the small of my back. My ass meets your thrusts. You beat your cock on boy’s butt like a drum, fingers clenched by my hole. “You’ve got a great ass. “Fuck, fuck you know how to work me.
“Give me your dick.”
You stand, walk right into my mouth. I grab the fur of your ass, shove you to the back of my throat, gag, my head roars, your hand pushes (gag) … my eyes water, boy tears … “I fucking love that. I love choking on you. Being your boy. Yours.” Your cockhead pops between my lips. “Shut up and suck.” Your popping sound pleases you. Makes you laugh. I pop my lips off the head of your prick again. (pop) Again. “I fucking love that!” You join me … (pop). Again. I join you … (pop).
(POP).
