My heart surges, slamming against my ribs, like it’s trying to break free from its confines. It’s the wildest rush to be wanted by another man this way. His legs shake with need as I slide his shorts the rest of the way down. I stroke his length, then lean in, licking it from base to tip.He pulses against my tongue, so velvety soft, yet hard. I mouth his cock, and his smell invades my senses. He’s everywhere.
“Shit, baby. I need you. I need you so much.”
I nuzzle his balls, the coarse hair tickling my nose. When I suck one of them into my mouth, Caleb screams, thrusting forward, but I push him down against the bench. I’m in charge. He’s heavy against my tongue. I lick around his sack, and he writhes underneath me. I’ve never had a guy’s balls in my mouth before, and it’s fucking everything. I open my mouth and widen my jaw, sucking both of them inside.
“Baby, baby, baby,” Caleb chants, his grip on my hair painful, but just so fucking perfect, because it tethers me to the moment. This is not a dream or a fantasy. This is real.Heis real. And I’m a real fucking guy.
My arousal builds and builds, and I snake my hand down my front and start stroking myself. I’m so horny I could come this very second, but I don’t want to yet. I want to draw it out until Caleb spills his load down my throat, and I swallow him down. Tears press behind my eyes, and I allow myself to feel it all. The relief, the want, everything. I release Caleb’s balls from my mouth, and he whimpers needily. I press kisses along his length while I stroke myself lazily. When I reach the tip, I lick around the mushroom head, circling my tongue teasingly.
“Fuck, that’s so good. So fucking good.” He pushes forward, his cock prodding against my lips. I look up at him. His eyes are closed, his face strained from holding back. I press a kiss against his slit, then dip my tongue into it, pulling a low moan from Caleb’s chest. I open my mouth and let him inside. He’s warm and smooth as he pulses against my tongue, and I feel so connected to him, like he’s an extension of me.
“So good,” Caleb slurs, pushing into my mouth in shallow thrusts. It feels amazing, the weight and width of him, but it’s not enough. I suck him deeper, but I feel him holding back. He doesn’t want to hurt me, but he can’t. There’s no way that he can, because he’s Caleb and he makes me feel safe, and wanted, and loved.
I slip off his cock, panting. “Look at me, Caleb. Look at me.”
He lifts his head and stares at me through hooded lids, his eyes dark with need.
“Don’t hold back. Fuck my throat.”
“K…” he rasps, his jaw clenching.
“Do it. I want you to. Don’t you fucking dare hold back on me.”
Something flickers in his eyes, then he nods. “Okay. I won’t.”
I latch onto him again, sucking him all the way back. I relax my throat, saliva pooling in my mouth. Caleb holds my head in his hands, guiding me deeper as his cock invades my mouth, my throat. I try to relax, breathing through my nose. Tears pool in my eyes, and I feel a surge ofpanic, but then Caleb’s thumbs brush along my cheeks, a lowso good for me, babyslipping past his lips, before he pushes deeper inside me. And I let go. I jerk myself while Caleb fucks my mouth in long, slow strokes. I swallow around him, focusing on my breath. I gag again and again, and Caleb swells in my mouth, like we’re connected. He continues to shower me with praise, telling me how good I am, how fucking amazing my mouth feels, how much he loves it when I gag around him. He tells me I’m the best he’s ever had, that he loves my fucking mouth on him, and that he loves me. A lightness takes hold of me, like I’m floating, flying almost, outside my body. It’s overwhelming, and just when I want to screamno more, I can’t take any more, Caleb pushes deeper, his cock throbbing, as he spills down my throat. I scream around him silently as I come undone, my release coursing through me.
“Fuck, baby,” Caleb groans, still thrusting in my mouth, small aftershocks moving through his body. “Fuck.” Then he slides out of my mouth. His hands wrap underneath my arms, and he pulls me toward him until I’m lying on top of him, a sweaty, shaky mess, my shorts around my ankles. He kisses me tenderly at first, humming against my lips until his tongue snakes inside my mouth. We kiss lazily, our sweaty, sticky bodies glued together like we’re one person. Caleb’s fingers dig into my ass, kneading my flesh. His fingers dip inside my crease, the tips whispering along my hole, with the promise ofsoon.My orgasm still lingers in my core, in my stomach, in my chest like a low buzz.
“That was so fucking hot, baby,” Caleb mumbles against my lips.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yes.” I feel his smile against mine, and pride bubbles in my chest. Then he laughs, his chest rippling.
“What is it?”
“Just…” He shakes his head.
“What? Tell me.”
“I just… I’m just so fucking happy, and I usually freak out at this point.”
“What do you mean?” I bury my face against his chest, and he tightens his hold around me, like he can’t get me close enough and wants to crawl inside me.
“I mean, this is the point where I usually start pulling away, detaching.” A sudden chill moves through my body. “But I don’t feel that way at all. Not with you. I just want more.” Caleb’s voice is filled with wonder, like he can’t believe it himself. “I just want you closer. I want you here all the time.” He laughs again, then presses kisses against the top of my head. “Shit, I don’t want you to go. Can’t you skip lunch? Just today.”
I groan into his chest because I want nothing more than to stay. “I can’t. I promised Mom.”
He sighs. “Okay. But I don’t think I can go.”
“What do you mean?” I lift my head, resting my chin against his chest.
“I don’t think I can be around you without… touching you.”
“Caleb…”
“It’s gonna be pure fucking torture. You know that, right? I’ll die from blue balls.”