“Now, why don’t you get me nice and hard by sucking my cock like a good boy. Can you do that for me?” He’s lowered his voice and my dick thumps against his. I’m so turned on that the atoms in my body seem to rearrange. Am I going to be the newest member of the “X-Men?” No, maybe their secret subgroup, the Sex-Men?
“Come.” I pat the comforter. “Sit.”
Kent sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his propped-up arms. I’ve positioned him directly across from the mirror. He’s getting a show.
“I want to suck you like this.” I lower myself to my knees on a folded towel. My eyes transfix on him. “Do you know how fucking beautiful your cock is?”
He shrugs and smiles.
“Hasn’t anyone ever worshipped your gorgeous cock?”
“Um, I don’t think so. Corrine liked it. Maybe? But worshipped? Definitely not.”
“Well, let me be the first.”
From this angle, he looks so much bigger than me. I reach and place my palms on the harness, pulling at the warm, smooth leather, until he relents and rewards me with a kiss. As he breaks away, my hands find their way to the warmth and softness of his stomach. My fingers get lost in his furry forest, pressing gently, tugging, wanting to experience every bit of Kent Lester.
“Do you not like my belly?”
“No. I fucking love it.” The gentle touch of his tummy sends a buzzing sensation through my fingertips, as if each hair has a story to tell. “All of it. You.”
My hands melt into his delicious carpet. The softness of his middle. He’s so fucking sexy, and my mood meter is off the charts. Suddenly my amp goes to eleven. I slide my fingers down and comb through his pubic hair. It’s thick, still mostly dark, although a few inviting silver strands peek through.
“Kent.” I cradle his cock in my hands like the most fabulous treat. “May I?”
“Of course.” His thumb traces my chin. “My handsome boy.”
My hands around the base, I gently kiss the tip. A sweet scent remains from his recent shower as I nuzzle into him. Slowly, I wrap my lips around the head and take him in as far as possible.
“Fuck. Your mouth feels like heaven.” Kent’s breath reaches the top of my head.
Relaxing my jaw as much as possible, I take more length in. My hands move to the base, and remembering his fondness for it, I massage under his balls. With pressure right near his hole, Kent shivers, and pleasing him this way sends a jolt of electricity to my groin.
“There you go,” he says. “Good boy.” A hand glides over my head. “Good boy.”
Kent pushes himself forward. His hands pass under my face and land on my chest. While I feast on him, pulsing in my mouth, he begins lightly pinching and playing with my nipples. My knees spread on the towel, giving him a better view of my ass in our reflection, and a rush of excitement jogs through me as he playfully teases my chest while I struggle to catch my breath. And now, my dick, at full attention, craves contact.
With uncanny intuition, Kent’s right foot slides up, applying pressure to my cock against my stomach. The smooth gliding motion from my precum heightens the sensation, and I tilt my pelvis back, giving him a better angle to view my ass in the mirror.
“There you go,” he purrs. “Your hole wants some love?”
Unable to respond with words, I wiggle my butt and Kent’s stomach rumbles with a low chuckle. “Fuck. Look at you.” He moves his hands to my lower back, pawing at my ass, desperate for contact. Kent stands, his cock pops out of my mouth, and he slaps my right ass cheek. “Such a sweet ass on my good boy.”
There’s another crack, and I stare at his beautiful cock, my mouth watering for it. I push myself up to kneeling and am able to swallow him again. Kent leans over, massaging and spreading my ass. His fingers play with my hole and there’s another slap as he thrusts into my mouth. As he slopes over my back, his cock pushes deeper down my throat, and a few small choking noises escape my lips.
Kent pauses, moves back slightly, and asks, “You okay?”
Pulling off for a moment, I reply, “Good. Amazing. I love choking on your long, fat, gorgeous monster cock.”
Kent’s voice is deep and steady. “Good boy. My balls are full of cum for you. Are you willing to work for it?”
My skin vibrates with desire. “Yes, sir.”
I resume sucking and shake my ass again, begging for more. Kent takes this as permission to resume fondling. He grabs my cheeks, massaging for a moment, and then lets go before anotherthwack! The sound and sweet sting send a shiver of delight up my spine.
“Look at your beautiful hole.” He’s staring at our reflection. “It’s so fucking perfect.”
When his fingers explore the tender area surrounding my opening, I pause and say, “Wait. Don’t move.”
