Forrest took Rourke’s entire cock into his mouth and throat, a skill he’d learned after a year of working at the Virtue. Rourke yanked at his hair, his own lips parted in pleasure. Forrest used the sounds as rewards. Every time Rourke groaned, he received a little bit extra, whether it be a nice little tug on his balls or a swallow around the head of his cock.
Forrest pulled away and licked his lips. “You know what I like?”
Rourke blinked at him with lustful eyes. “What?”
“I like it when guys talk dirty to me.” He ran his palm over Rourke’s naked thigh, fingernails grazing over his hairy skin. “So what do you want, Rourke? Do you want to choke me with your cock?Talkto me.”
Then Forrest was on him again, his hand around the base and sucking him into his mouth. He slapped Rourke hard enough on the thigh to leave a red handprint, and Rourke muttered, “Fuck.”
Forrest moaned around the tasty piece of flesh, taking it all the way into the back of his throat again. Rourke mumbled something that Forrest couldn’t hear, so he smacked Rourke again.
“Your mouth is incredible.” Finally, he spoke loud enough for Forrest to hear.
Forrest dug his fingernails into Rourke’s balls and it earned him a hiss of half pain, half pleasure.
“Watch it,” Rourke warned, but the words held no real intensity. His tone sounded rougher than before, and he’d begun to move his hips, fucking himself into Forrest’s mouth.
Finally.
Forrest whimpered to let Rourke know his participation was exactly what he wanted, and the sound must have encouraged Rourke because he went faster. One thrust actually made Forrest gag, and that doubled the loudness of Rourke’s groan.
Forrest released Rourke’s cock again to pay some attention to his balls. He lapped at them, tonguing the heavy testicles before popping them into his mouth and lavishing them with spit and warmth.
“Mm, you taste so good,” Forrest said, jerking Rourke off at the same time. “Your balls are so big. I love your cock too.”
Rourke petted his head, his fingers stroking over his temple and down his cheek. He gripped Forrest’s chin, running his thumb over his bottom lip.
Forrest stayed as still as he could, waiting.
Finally, Rourke grinned as though he’d come to a decision. “All right.”
“All right?” Forrest forced down the excitement. Those words could mean anything.
“Use that mouth of yours and bring me off. I want to come on those pretty lips.”
A thrill shot through Forrest and he bit his lip. His own cock jerked in his tight pants, reminding him that it still existed and was as hard as a virgin’s. He grinned. “Yes, boss.” Calling Rourke that did something to him. His cock twitched in Forrest’s hand, and Forrest swore it got harder. “You like that? Me calling you boss?”
Rourke inhaled sharply. “Put that mouth to use.”
Forrest wriggled in excitement and shuffled closer. He took Rourke between his lips and into his mouth, the heaviness of the cock on his tongue exciting. With one hand, Forrest continued to massage Rourke’s balls, but he used the other to undo his own pants and take himself in his palm. He jerked his cock in time with the bobbing of his head. He sucked and licked and gave it his entire effort.
Forrest knew Rourke was close when he grabbed the hair on the back of Forrest’s head, urging him to take his cock deeper.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Forrest jerked himself off harder, desperate to explode at the same time as Rourke.
Rourke stiffened, the muscles in his thighs straining. He threw his head back and groaned out deeply before pulses of cum shot into Forrest’s mouth, coating his tongue and the back of his throat.
Forrest moaned. He enjoyed his mouth getting bred, just as much as his ass. He felt his own release explode inside of him, heat flushing at his skin as his balls tightened closer to his body. His cock jerked and strings of jizz shot across the floor and seat of the car. He trembled through his orgasm, Rourke’s cock still lying across his tongue. When he finished, he fell back on his ass, laughing.
“Wow.”
Rourke threw his head back, neck exposed, and Forrest couldn’t resist climbing into his lap. He settled himself and took a bite of that tanned flesh. Rourke stiffened when Forrest’s teeth dug into his skin hard enough to leave a mark, but then he sighed out of pleasure and grinned. “Fuck, yeah.”
Forrest clasped Rourke’s hand and put it on his own half hard cock. Rourke curled his fingers and tugged him gently, making Forrest shiver. Even though he’d just come, he thought he’d easily get it up again for Rourke. “So good.”
Rourke’s eyes flashed open and he frowned at Forrest. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
