Page 58 of The Key Holder

Another nod, then he dropped my hand and stood up. When I knelt down, he took his shirt off and I pulled his shorts down. His cock practically slapped me in the face, but I didn’t care. My mouth was already on it.

It was literally throbbing. Not only did Ford look like a sex god, but he might actually be one. I vowed—with my throat struggling to even fit half of him in my mouth—that I was going to milk a load out of him every day until he told me not to. I wanted to see how long a streak we could hit.

When I looked up, he was watching me and smiling.

It was kind of pointless to try for a sexless summer when I enjoyed sucking cock as much as I did. Granted, Ford’s was amazing. The perfect amount of hair there and up to his chest, and everywhere else was just so smooth.

“Just like that. Suck my cock,” he commanded, threading his fingers through my hair.

My tongue had already been inundated with the salty precum leaking out of his slit, so when he started to fuck my mouth, it was easier to take. For balance I grabbed onto his ass, and did my best not to choke.

After a few gags, he slowed the pace and apologized. “Got caught up in the moment. You okay?”

I pulled off, wiped some of the tears away, and nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’m good.”

My own dick was straining in the cage. I was so turned on that I could feel it pulling away from my body, stretching my balls to the limit. I wanted Ford to unlock it, but now wasn’t the moment.

I leaned forward, sliding his cock back into my mouth. With one hand on his leg, I reached up with the other and grabbed his smooth balls. After all, he liked it rough.

My thumb and index finger formed a tight circle around them and with a firm pressure, I pulled down. His cock expanded in my mouth.

“Fuck, Dylan. That’s good.”

Guided by his hand on my head, I picked up my pace. I still couldn’t fit all of him in my mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind. After a few minutes, he said, “I’m close.”

His fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft and started stroking. I focused all my attention on the head of cock. My tongue swirling circles around it as I bobbed up and down, sucking hard.

“I hope you like to swallow.” He grunted, then groaned. “Oh, fuck! Here it comes!”

The first volley of his load hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed immediately, fighting the urge to choke. But the next spurts flooded my mouth, coating my tongue with his musky cum, and I couldn’t keep up. I swallowed what I could, but eventually pulled off and let him finish on my face.

My body was covered in a light sweat and my face probably looked like a yogurt container exploded on it, but I was satisfied. Knowing I had just given Ford a mind-blowing orgasm was hot. I always enjoyed getting other guys off, but this felt different.

“Fuck, that was amazing.”

“Agreed.”

“Do you need me to⁠—”

I stood up. “I’m wearing a cage for a reason, Ford. It’ll come off when I’m ready.”

“Okay,” he said. “I was just going to ask if you needed me to clean you up.”

“Oh, sure. You gonna lick it off?”

Ford chuckled. “If…that’s what you want.”

I could tell he wasn’t that enthusiastic, so I said, “A washcloth is fine.”

A few minutes later, we were still naked and in the kitchen. “This feels weird to say, but…”

“But what?” Ford asked.

“Sex is different with you. Different from anyone else.”

“Good different?”

“Great different.”