Page 45 of Brought By the Storm

I knew the pose would spread my legs, opening me to the camera lens. It was something I decided to block from my mind and just do. I wanted to excite Carrington, if possible. “Um, is that okay?” I asked, once I was positioned as he had instructed.

“Eric, you have the most luscious ass. So incredible,” he murmured, snapping shots. “Are you still hard? Would you push your dick so that it’s pointing down? I want to see it, your scrotum, and your butt at the same time.”

I reached under me, forcing my aching cock in Carrington’s direction. I turned my face so that he could see my profile against the sofa pillow.

Carrington approached and stroked my back. “Mm, so sexy, Eric. You are a vision. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life.” He moved his hand down to my buttocks and caressed them, brushing a finger over my hole. I bucked, and I could feel wetness at the tip of my dick. “So hot,” he muttered. Before I knew what he was going to do, he bent down and lifted the head of my cock to his tongue, tasting my early emission.

“Oh God!” I jumped a bit, but he put his other hand on my ass to hold me down.

“It’s okay,” he soothed. “It just looked so inviting. I decided, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

“Oh.” I swallowed. “And?”

He went back to massaging my butt. “It doesn’t have much taste. I’m relieved. I don’t know what I expected, but it’s a pleasant surprise. I just taste your clean, warm skin…albeit a little sticky and wet.”

“I might need to switch with you now.” I panicked, liking too much the friction with the cushion as he pressed my ass.

He chuckled. “I don’t know. I think I’d like to see you spray all over that fabric. That would make for a sexy photo.”

“Okay. Saves me from the dildo,” I pointed out.

He slapped my bottom, which elicited an “ow” from me. “I’ve waited too long for the dildo act. Get off the sofa. You can take over.”

I laughed at his obsession with the dildo. I slid off the couch, reaching for my briefs. “You get on it now,” I instructed.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he saw me bend over to put my foot through the leg opening of the brief. “Stay naked.”

“While I’m taking pictures?” I asked, somewhat mortified at the idea.

He pulled me up to him and kissed me. “Yes. I’ve seen everything. Stop being shy. Seeing you hard and leaking will inspire me.”

I groaned, then moaned some more when he took his place on the couch, face down. He took the same pose he had instructed me to try. I took some photos, and without direction, he pushed the jock strap down. I helped him by grabbing it from the back of his knees and sliding it off his legs altogether. He pushed his hard dick down between his legs, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. His cock was long and thick and I found myself wondering if he had a couple of billiard balls in his scrotum. “Holy shit,” I whispered.

He lifted his head from the pillow a bit to catch my stare. “Yeah? You like it?”

“Um, yes,” I admitted. “I never thought I was a size queen, but maybe I am.”

He snickered. “I’m glad. Some girls looked at me like I was brandishing a weapon.” He turned onto his back, his big tool flipping up between his hip and his stomach. “Do you think you might fancy sucking it?” He looked worried that I might refuse.

I nodded with enthusiasm. He smiled, and I knew that would have been the best picture of all, had I taken it. Instead, I put the camera down. “Um, do we have to keep taking pictures, or can we do the rest with more body contact?”

Carrington’s smile broadened. “I think we have enough photos. Right now, I’d very much like for you to get on this sofa and get those pretty lips on my dick.”

I flushed, embarrassed that my cock was too engorged to retreat from its rocket-launch position. Once I was kneeling between his legs, I licked the head, then rubbed it against my lips to get his wetness on me. I looked to his face and was pleased to see his eyes were hooded and his lips were parted. “You taste so good, Carrington.”

He grabbed my hair, careful not to pull too hard. “Eric, please…”

I swiped my tongue up his entire length and he shuddered. His sack had tightened, and I licked the now spongy skin before taking each ball in my mouth. Carrington groaned while moving both hands through my hair. I moved my mouth back up his cock, then sucked in the head. Some drool was coming from my mouth, sliding down his dick as I took more of him into me. I pulled off to check Carrington’s expression once again, making sure I wasn’t doing things wrong. I didn’t have much experience, after all. “Carrington, I’ve never taken in a whole dick before. I want to, but…”

He stroked my face. “Baby, shh. Don’t try. You look so beautiful going down on me. God! It’s amazing. Just do what you were doing. You can use your hand on the rest of my dick.”

I nodded, sucking in as much of him as I could, following his advice to palm what I couldn’t. Carrington was squirming and panting, which aroused me even more. I loved the feel of his hot flesh in my mouth and the mild taste of him. I fondled his nuts with my free hand, daring to drift my fingers down to his taint, which I rubbed hard. I pulled off him when his balls pressed up against his body, knowing he was about to blow. “Um, did you want to come now? I can put the submarine in you if you want.”

Carrington pulled me up to him. “No, not yet. I don’t want to shoot until I’ve seen you lose it. I want that to put me over the edge,” he said through heavy breathing. We lay together for a few moments, just listening to each other exhaling. After a moment, he chuckled. “And don’t think I didn’t notice your last-minute appeal to insert that ridiculous U-boat in me.”

I laughed. “Said the man who is pushing for me to insert something ten times bigger in my own body.”

His eyes lit up and he grinned like the villain in a Western. “Hmm, speaking of.”