to swipe the head with his tongue. It tasted almost sweet, and Sam mouthed at it, using his lips to push back the tight foreskin. Nathan held him indulgently, not putting any pressure on him to go further.
“Mmm,” Sam said. “Tastes good.” He slipped one hand into his waistband to tuck his cock tightly against his belly. The touch made him groan, and even though he knew he was tempting fate, he left his hand there.
“You must be so hard with my dick in your mouth. How many days since you came?”
“Five,” Sam panted. “Five, sir.”
“Is that the longest you’ve ever gone?”
Sam mouthed along the length of Nathan’s cock, making it nice and wet. “Yes, sir.” Since he was at least thirteen, probably.
“Do you think you deserve to come today?”
“Yes. Please. Please.” Sam nuzzled at Nathan’s fly, trying to get at his balls, which were still trapped inside. The wiry hair ticked his nose. To oblige him, Nathan reached in and revealed himself, and Sam closed his eyes and ran his tongue over the tightening skin. He heard Nathan’s breath hitch.
“Do a good job, and I’ll think about it.”
Sam looked up to watch. Nathan closed his eyes, and his mouth fell open as Sam went to town. He used one hand to guide Nathan’s cock deep and nearly choked as he took it down to the root. Instead of rearing back, he fought his gag reflex and let his muscles work around the intrusion. He began to move slowly, bobbing his head as he held Nathan’s balls firmly in his grip. On the off slide, he swirled his tongue under the thin, suede-soft foreskin, and Nathan gasped. Sam was always envious of how sensitive he was there.
It didn’t take much longer for Nathan’s dick to harden even further and start to pulse—and Sam swallowed every bit, loving the way Nathan shuddered and groaned as his flesh became too tender to touch.
After one last lick to the slit, Sam sat back on his haunches with his head bowed and his hands behind his back.
“Stand up,” Nathan ordered.
Sam did, his stomach twisting with desire.
“Now get your cock out.”
Sam fumbled with the zip fly of his jeans, almost scarring himself for life in the process. His angry, dark red cock jutted from his groin. Nathan gently lifted his chin, encouraging Sam to meet his gaze. He looked sated and, Sam hoped, altruistic.
“Kiss me,” said Nathan, leaning down to capture Sam’s mouth. “You can use your arms.”
The kiss rocked Sam from head to toe, and he stumbled into Nathan gratefully, sliding his tongue deep into Nathan’s mouth. He clung on as Nathan stroked his cock in a slow, steady rhythm, unable to stop thrusting his hips. His balls tightened, and his belly quivered with the impending release.
The doorbell rang.
“Shit,” Sam panted out. He was so close he felt ready to cry with the ruined orgasm. “Please, please, please, no.”
“Shh, it’s okay.”
With one swift movement, Nathan sank to his knees and took Sam’s cock into his mouth. His full lips stretched, and he started sucking Sam with vigor, bringing him right back to the edge. It was a gorgeous sight. His beard made him look even more masculine and sexy as he swallowed. The doorbell rang again.
“I… I… can’t.” He needed to come so badly.
Nathan pulled off him with an obscene pop. “Yes you can, baby. Give it to me.” And then he was down again, ruthlessly working Sam’s erection.
Legs trembling, Sam held Nathan’s head. He wasn’t even in control of his own movements and he couldn’t think about anything but coming. His orgasm crested and rolled over him with incredible force, shocking him with its violence. It seemed to go on forever, and Nathan sputtered as he tried to swallow it all.
Sam collapsed half on Nathan, half on the floor as the doorbell rang a third time. He was pretty sure his bones had dissolved.
Nathan glared at the sound and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Who the hell is here?” He stood and buttoned up his
“Mmm,” Sam said. “Tastes good.” He slipped one hand into his waistband to tuck his cock tightly against his belly. The touch made him groan, and even though he knew he was tempting fate, he left his hand there.
“You must be so hard with my dick in your mouth. How many days since you came?”
“Five,” Sam panted. “Five, sir.”
“Is that the longest you’ve ever gone?”
Sam mouthed along the length of Nathan’s cock, making it nice and wet. “Yes, sir.” Since he was at least thirteen, probably.
“Do you think you deserve to come today?”
“Yes. Please. Please.” Sam nuzzled at Nathan’s fly, trying to get at his balls, which were still trapped inside. The wiry hair ticked his nose. To oblige him, Nathan reached in and revealed himself, and Sam closed his eyes and ran his tongue over the tightening skin. He heard Nathan’s breath hitch.
“Do a good job, and I’ll think about it.”
Sam looked up to watch. Nathan closed his eyes, and his mouth fell open as Sam went to town. He used one hand to guide Nathan’s cock deep and nearly choked as he took it down to the root. Instead of rearing back, he fought his gag reflex and let his muscles work around the intrusion. He began to move slowly, bobbing his head as he held Nathan’s balls firmly in his grip. On the off slide, he swirled his tongue under the thin, suede-soft foreskin, and Nathan gasped. Sam was always envious of how sensitive he was there.
It didn’t take much longer for Nathan’s dick to harden even further and start to pulse—and Sam swallowed every bit, loving the way Nathan shuddered and groaned as his flesh became too tender to touch.
After one last lick to the slit, Sam sat back on his haunches with his head bowed and his hands behind his back.
“Stand up,” Nathan ordered.
Sam did, his stomach twisting with desire.
“Now get your cock out.”
Sam fumbled with the zip fly of his jeans, almost scarring himself for life in the process. His angry, dark red cock jutted from his groin. Nathan gently lifted his chin, encouraging Sam to meet his gaze. He looked sated and, Sam hoped, altruistic.
“Kiss me,” said Nathan, leaning down to capture Sam’s mouth. “You can use your arms.”
The kiss rocked Sam from head to toe, and he stumbled into Nathan gratefully, sliding his tongue deep into Nathan’s mouth. He clung on as Nathan stroked his cock in a slow, steady rhythm, unable to stop thrusting his hips. His balls tightened, and his belly quivered with the impending release.
The doorbell rang.
“Shit,” Sam panted out. He was so close he felt ready to cry with the ruined orgasm. “Please, please, please, no.”
“Shh, it’s okay.”
With one swift movement, Nathan sank to his knees and took Sam’s cock into his mouth. His full lips stretched, and he started sucking Sam with vigor, bringing him right back to the edge. It was a gorgeous sight. His beard made him look even more masculine and sexy as he swallowed. The doorbell rang again.
“I… I… can’t.” He needed to come so badly.
Nathan pulled off him with an obscene pop. “Yes you can, baby. Give it to me.” And then he was down again, ruthlessly working Sam’s erection.
Legs trembling, Sam held Nathan’s head. He wasn’t even in control of his own movements and he couldn’t think about anything but coming. His orgasm crested and rolled over him with incredible force, shocking him with its violence. It seemed to go on forever, and Nathan sputtered as he tried to swallow it all.
Sam collapsed half on Nathan, half on the floor as the doorbell rang a third time. He was pretty sure his bones had dissolved.
Nathan glared at the sound and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Who the hell is here?” He stood and buttoned up his
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