Page 104 of Shroom for Improvement

He took a step back, and another, then he knelt down on the sandy bank next to the rock. And I had no other choice but to go to him. Like the physical pull of a magnet, I wouldn’t have been able to resist even if I’d tried.

Not that I had even tried to try.

Sonny lay back on his elbows. I caged him with my body, but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to the sand, swapping our positions until he was the one on top of me.

“The compass led us here for BJs, so a BJ it’s gonna be.” He pushed my knees up and settled between them on his. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, thank you. That would be nice,” I said, because my brain had simply short-circuited. All it could think about now was my cock in Sonny’s mouth.

“Yes, thank you. That would be nice?” He snorted and smirked at the same time.

“Well, I mean, it would be very nice.”

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he lowered his head and dragged his mouth along the inside of my thigh.

I whimpered. “So. Fucking. Nice.”

I rolled my hips upwards as Sonny kissed the base of my cock, licked over my balls, trailed his tongue up my length, and flicked it over my slit.

Oh, no.No, no, no.I wasn’t going to last long at all.

“Claude?” he said.

“Whatever it is you’re gonna ask me, the answer is yes.”

“I want you to come in my mouth.”

“Oh, gods.” I leant back all the way, scrubbing a hand down my face.

“Okay?” he asked again.

“Yes.”

And then Sonny buried my cock in his mouth. Warmth, wetness, and blinding intensity, as he began sucking and bobbing up and down. My fingers slid through the sand, unable to find purchase on anything. My chest heaved. Sonny pumped his fist around my base.

He was so fucking good at it. I was already beginning to fall apart at the seams, trembling and crying out, the sounds dampened by the crashing water.

I kept my eyes closed because I knew the second I opened them and saw Sonny’s perfect, pert mouth stretched over my cock, I would blow. But I couldn’t deny myself the view any longer.

“Sonny, gods, you feel . . . fuck, this is . . . I’m so close.”

I opened my eyes, but the first thing I saw wasn’t his amazing lips. It was his other hand wrapped around his own cock, pumping furiously. And that was enough to send me over the edge.

“Oh shit, Sonny, I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming, Sonny. Fuck.” I lost the ability to speak—as eloquent as I had been—so I whined out the rest of my orgasm and emptied myself into Sonny’s mouth.

He swallowed me down, moaning against my length, the vibrations travelling throughout my entire body.

Sonny pulled off me, wiped his lips with the back of his fist, and sat on his knees between my thighs. He propped himself up with one hand on my chest, hovering over me, grabbing handfuls of my flesh, as he fucked his own hand until his eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open, and his release splashed across my stomach.

It was the second time I’d witnessed Sonny fall apart, and I was already addicted.

“Fuck, that was the hottest moment of my life,” I said. Sonny preened. It was adorable.

Without another word, probably because we were too fucked out to speak, he collapsed onto my chest, squishing his own cum between us. I wrapped my arms around him and we lay together until our breaths and heart rates returned to normal.

After a few minutes, we slipped back into the pool to rinse the mess off, and then sat on the bank again to air dry. Sonny shook the water from his hair like a puppy. He rested his head on the top of mine, his arm over my shoulder, and we watched the sun begin its descent towards the tops of the distant forests.

Neither of us spoke, but Sonny’s thumb drew tender circles on my bicep as though he was saying,I’m here, by the way. I’m right beside you. And I’m not going anywhere.

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