That made me smile with my mouth full and blush. I really liked getting praise from him.
“Last trick, play with my balls while you’re doing everything else.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I closed my eyes after taking hold of his nuts and fell into it. Sucking Ryder’s cock was almost meditative. He tasted sweet and salty, but he was right. Eventually, it just tasted like licking his arm. He smelled of chlorine, and something earthy, and deeply masculine. His cock was so hard, filling all the available space in my mouth, yet soft and squishy on my tongue. I loved it. Everything about it. Back and forth and up and down was, for me, close to heaven.
“Finn.” Ryder’s voice was gentle, with an edge. He pushed me back. “Stop, c’mere.” He held his hand out.
I took it and stood, not understanding why I was no longer blowing him. “Did I do something wrong?”
Ryder snaked his hand around the back of my head. “No. You were getting me close, and I don’t want to come yet.” His tongue parted my lips and found mine.
We made out for a while, his hands all over me, and mine all over him. His exposed cock pressed against my clothed one. After a while, he took my shirt off and kissed down my neck and chest. It gave me flashbacks to the night before, and I was scared I’d come in my shorts. Thankfully, I wasn’t wearing them for much longer.
Ryder fell to his knees and stripped me nude, then sat me down on the bed. He looked up at me from between my legs and said, “I don’t know how much of last night you remember, but I want to give you a second showing.”
And he did. JesusfuckingChrist, I had thought I remembered most of the night before, but I didn’t. Not the way he sucked the very soul out of my cock.
Ryder went as far down as he could, gagging on it. He grabbed my balls and pulled while reaching up to give my nipplea pinch. The triple assault of sensation overloaded me, and I hollered, “FUCK!”
That only spurred him on, turning Ryder into a cock sucking monster. All I could do was endure the intense pleasure by holding onto his rapidly bobbing head.
“Fucking, Jesus, fucking, FUCK, Ryder!”
I still tasted him. That salty-sweet mixture I had loved, plus that masculine flavor buried beneath it. I couldn’t believe it was happening. The hottest, but also the best. I wanted to live in that moment forever, my cock in his mouth, his lingering flavor in mine. It was the closest to inner peace I’d ever felt.
I didn’t have to tell him to stop, that I was getting too close. Ryder disengaged from my cock and moved down to my balls, slurping them into his warm, wet mouth, and making me wish I had done the same when I had the chance.
“That feels really fucking good, Ry,” I said, my eyes closed, and fingers in his hair.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he moved farther down, licking the space between my thigh and balls, then under them. Then, he hoisted my legs up, causing me to crash onto the bed, and pinned my knees to my chest.
“Ever been eaten out?”
“No.”
No response, just an evil smirk.
Ryder’s tongue trailed down my taint and circled my asshole before diving in. I’d never even asked for it before, figuring it wasn’t something girls liked to do, and I never thought it’d be appealing. But once he licked me there, the entire lower half of my body tingled as if it were glowing. The sensation was close to ticklish, but deeply sexual, and I moaned.
Moaned, not groaned, or grunted, or made any kind of manly sound at all. I moaned like I was about to lose my innocence on prom night. I didn’t have time to be self-consciousabout it, because hearing it made Ryder growl and shove his tongue inside me.
“HOLY FUCK!”
I saw his face pop up from behind my cock. “Good?”
“Yeah. That was… Jesus, Ry, I’ve never felt anything like it.”
He nuzzled my ballsack before saying, “Ever played with your butt before?”
“No, not really.”
“Not really, or not at all?”
“Not at all.”
He considered for a moment, then dove back into licking me out. Incredible isn’t the word. I liked it almost as much as getting head. From him, anyway. I liked it much more than some other blow jobs I’d gotten.
With a final swoop of his tongue, he dragged it from my butt up my balls and back down my cock. Then bobbed up and down so fast, I was sure he’d hurt his neck. He was on a mission, and might’ve made more sounds than I did.
