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Before I can even get started, his cock twitches with more anticipation than I imagined.Does Toradol make a guy horny? Surely he should be tired. And that’s the LAST thing we need, because if he is slightly concussed, sleeping isn’t advisable.The doctor didn’t tell us to keep him awake. But it’s commonly said not to sleep if a concussion is suspected.
The boy moans with delight as my speed and strength kick into high gear. “Mmmmmmm,” he murmurs with both eyes shut.
“I wanna make you nice and hard, boy,” I grunt. “Before I suck every drop of cum from your tasty cock.”
Another few moments progress, before I straddle Kragen’s bare chest. I position my hardened dick inside his gaping mouth, begging for a salty, sweet flavor of the flesh. Meanwhile, I hover my head above the boy’s twitching wonder. My tongue grazes the tip ever so slightly, as his thigh jerks with a momentary twinge of pleasure.
As much as I want to stop sucking his lollipop to usher a sigh of relief, I’ve built up too much momentum that it’d be unfair to stop abruptly.But goddamn, his tongue is slicker than Wailua fucking Falls.
My dick can feel the very back of his throat constrict if it pushes even a smidge farther, causing him to choke. Yet my little trooper doesn’t budge. The centrifugal force of Kragen’s tongue can only be compared to the motion of a fidget spinner. It’s wildly evident that he’s highly skilled in this arena. Perhaps even beating Wade’s skillsets by leaps and bounds.
I can taste a jut of the boy’s precum slide down my throat.Oh fuck that tastes good.Since he’s close to cumming, I’m going to move a little farther South of the equator. My hands gently wedge between Kragen’s thighs, parting them only enough so I can inch my head close to his still widened hole from hours ago.
“Unnngghhh little boy, that’s the spot right there,” I whine, crying with delight at the most opportune spot where his tongue meets the slit of my thick cock. “Uhhh huh, that’s a good boy,” I praise. “Now swallow it as far as you can, Kragen.”
Good fucking Lord, he’s truly incredible.The way his hungry throat tightens around it, has to be the best I’ve ever received from anyone in the history of my sexual adventures. Kragen’s mouth is the essence of perfection. So much so, that he’d surely outperform Angel Rivera for Best Actor at this year’s GayVN Awards.Step aside, Austin Young. There’s a new twink in town—and isn’t he darling?
My Banana Boy stops momentarily, panting hungrily for air. He moans the second my tongue makes a full rotation around his plump opening. Much to the same effect as the moon circling Earth one single time. The only difference is, I get the distinct pleasure of tasting his salty flesh combined with a hint of remaining coconut oil. Kragen swallows my cock even more, as my tongue slithers into his void for another mouthwatering sample.
The short sensation of electricity shoots down my body, straight up into my dick. If I had to hazard a guess, he’s tasting my sweet nectar right about now. But the slurping sounds endure, reverberating between my four walls. This boy doesn’t cease for a moment. Meanwhile, I insert an index finger straight up inside his hole, feeling for the precious little walnut.
“Oh fuccckkk—” I pant breathily, paying attention to my throngs of euphoria make their commute down his thirsty pipe. “That’s my good boy, keep taking every drop, Kragen,” I praise him further.
Oh my God, that’s nice.“Uhhhhh fuuuuuckkkk,” I grumble. “Uhhhh ooohhhhh,” another fractious grunt escaping my throat. “You’re doing greaa—my boy—fucccking incredible,” I stammer.
My finger motion doesn’t relent. If anything, I’m digging farther and deeper inside the boy’s quarry. Just like my excavation for diamonds a few nights ago, all the while stroking his dick with my free hand.
He moans, stopping his incredible tongue-work in the process. “Mmmmm Daddy,” he whinnies. “Huhhh ohhhh uhhhhh nnnghhh,” he persists.
“You wanna cum don’t you, little boy?” I grunt voraciously, my tongue sliding deep into his dark ravine for another smooth taste of bliss.
“Uhhh huhhh,” he drones, picking up where he left off.
A long, exasperated sigh flourishes from my mouth. “You’re just Daddy’s good boy, Kragen,” I whimper with delight. “I’m gonna help you cum every drop from this sac of yours.”
Kragen’s fingernails dig into both sides of my waist, as my neck can feel his thudding cock pulsing feverishly by itself. Well, by the motion of my finger grazing his pleasure spot. The singular piece of luxury real estate, which any boy could ever dream of surrendering to Daddy. I push myself back up to his dick, sliding it back into my slavering cavity.Surely he’s about to cum.
Judging by the pep in his jittery thighs, Kragen’s merely moments away from gifting me his sweet nectar. I tickle his sac with the tip of my fingers, getting even more of a rise from the boy than a second ago. Nodding with zeal, another grumble escapes my lips when I come up for some air.
“Keep going,” I encourage him. “Cum for your Island Daddy, my pretty boy.”
The shrill gasp to fall from his lips causes me to stop mid-suck, pulling away from the fierce thud of his aching cock. No sooner does my tongue scuff its full length, when thick ropes of his release flourish up through the air. Kragen’s assault splatters into my slightly stubbled chin, before painting all over his naked canvas. I fall over to my side, yet the protrusions keep expelling one after another.
My face warms with a playful grin. “I may need to have your cock registered as a lethal weapon, little boy,” I say, turning around to wink at his youthful magnificence.
He catches his breath, sighing, hooting, and hawing in rapid succession.He’s probably worked off the calories from the charred sirloin and milk by now.I nudge myself closer to him, hovering the brilliantly white masterpiece he’s completed. As a matter of fact, it almost takes the aesthetic of ‘Starry Night’ by Van Gogh. My tongue laps up as much of it as possible, while Kragen finds his bliss amidst an ocean of dopamine.
I creep farther up the bed, so my head is parallel to his. “Mmmmm,” he murmurs, accepting every morsel of his white rain from my tongue.
The boy’s eyes push straight back into his precious little skull. “That was something else,” he sighs, still panting for more air.
“You’re Daddy’s good boy, aren’t you, Kragen?” I praise him, caressing my thumb over his birthmark.
A cough expels from my throat, surely needing another wet taste of ale. “I’m not too comfortable letting you sleep just yet,” I admit, climbing over his nakedness to my side of the bed. “Let’s watch some Schitt’s Creek,” I suggest, taking a gander at the time on my phone.
Holy fuck. Almost four already?
Kragen nods in agreement. “Okay, that sounds like fun,” he replies, wiping the sweat from his brow. “For the record, I’m not feeling very much pain right now.”
