Nodding, I hold on to the sides of his head and do as I’m told. Being bossed around makes my insides boil. Kent makes gurgling, gagging noises as I plunge into his mouth. Each thrust sends waves of desire crashing over me with the cascading water.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He moans and gives a quick thumbs up, cramming my cock in and out of his mouth. He’s sucking, slurping, and sapping all of me. When he glances up, Kent’s pupils have gone wide.
He stops stroking himself, both hands moving from my waist to my shaft, stroking when it’s not in his mouth. He’s attending to every inch.
“I love your sweet cock,” he says, pulling back and taking it all in. “Slippery. Sloppy. Wet.”
He devours me, getting his lips almost to the base. The fingers from one hand creep under, cupping and massaging my balls. He removes my cock and begins sliding his lips up and down, stopping at the base, licking and flicking his tongue as he holds my balls in place. Observing his throbbing dick and recognizing his fondness for my feet, I position one foot between his legs as he kneels. My first two toes, which were in his warm mouth minutes ago, glide along his shaft with a teasing touch.
“Fuck, Vincent,” he says, pausing. He falls back to a seated position. Legs spread, Kent leans against the tile wall.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Fuck yes,” he says, grabbing my ankle to keep my toes in place.
“Do you like that?” I ask.
“Oh yeah, I love it. You just knocked me down.”
“Why don’t you stay there?”
Kent’s forehead creases and that adorable grin appears.
“All right,” he says.
With him safely on the shower floor, I move closer, leaning down on his shoulders for support, and do my best to rub the length of his cock with my toes. As I concentrate on satisfying Kent with my foot, I let out a gasp when he leans forward and devours my dick. He seems determined to suck me dry, and I’m perfectly content to let him have his way with me.
His fingers crawl under my cock, massaging my balls, and when he slides back further, he pauses and again asks, “Is this okay?”
Right now, with the hot water pouring around us, I’m thrown into overdrive, and a finger is totally on the table.
“Yes. Please. Go for it.”
And then, a single finger delicately traces the perimeter of my opening, and the sensitive flesh quivers under his gentle touch. My foot finds the cool tile, bracing for him to enter me.
“I want to feel you,” Kent says. “All of you.”
With one hand on my cock and the other gently holding my ass as he toys with my hole, he continues sucking. The combined sensation of his fingers and mouth have my eyes rolling back. It takes all my resolve to hold on to his head, my feet firmly on the ground, my thighs shaking from the pleasure.
“Am I being a good boy?” I ask, craving his approval.
When my cock slides out of his mouth, Kent says, “Vincent, yes. Yes. You are such a good boy. You’re fucking my face like a champ.”
His words pick at threads of a knot inside me, and I slowly unravel. A tingling floods my entire body, and my orgasm slowly starts to crawl up.
“Kent, I’m close.”
He seems to take this as confirmation what he’s doing is working, and he’s absolutely correct. Another finger joins the first, slightly teasing my hole with just a smidge of pressure. Occasionally, he uses them to spread me, one finger sliding in a tiny bit. He’s careful not to enter past his fingertip, but the tension he’s using is perfect. Combined with his head bobbing up and down, my balls and cock begin to contract in anticipation.
“I’m going to come,” I say, but he doesn’t stop, and I’m unsure what to do. I start to pull away. I’m a gentleman, and I want to be good for him. Please him. But Kent draws me closer, determined to drain me.
“Kent, I’m … oh fuck.”
My cock explodes, filling Kent’s mouth as he continues sucking, guzzling every drop I shoot toward the back of his throat. My hands grab his head, hanging on for dear life as he jolts me around like a rickety rollercoaster. Gulping noises echo against the shower walls, and each spasm empties not only my balls but a sliver of my resolve.
When I finish, my dick still in his mouth, his fingers still teasing my hole, all the tension in my body, not just from the day, but maybe from forever, seems to spiral down the drain with the water.
