Page 79 of Pumped

I take his dick between my lips, suckling gently as it grows on my tongue, stretching my jaw and nudging at the back of my throat. My eyes flutter shut as I savor the feeling of him in my mouth, the musky scent, the slightly chemical taste of chlorine on his skin, the way he blocks off my airway, and how I have to fight back my gag reflex.

My head is spinning and my lungs are burning when I pull back. A strand of spit spans from my lips to the tip of his now engorged cock. I take it in my hand, wrapping my fingers around the velvet-clad steel, and give him a couple good, tight strokes.

Then I sit back to admire my handiwork. Everest’s body is taut, every muscle on display. His eyes are half-lidded and he’s breathing heavily through his mouth. Yes, good, just the way I like him. Hard and desperate and begging.

Pushing to my feet, I undo my own swim trunks and drop them to the floor. Then I take Everest by his cock and lead him into the shower.

He sighs when I move him under the water. It sluices down his impeccable body like a waterfall and he tilts his head back to submerge it under the spray.

I stand there, mouth going dry and dick growing plump as I watch him. This isn’t new to me. I’ve seen him naked dozens of times. I’ve touched and licked every inch and yet, this view never fails to take my breath away. He is the epitome of male beauty—strong and muscular with not an ounce of body fat. And those warm brown eyes that are always sparkling and dancing. The riot of curls that can only be tamed by a baseball cap.

It used to annoy the hell out of me that he was so damn handsome, that I couldn’t help but be attracted to him. But things are different now. Now, he’s mine, his body is mine, and I’m going to wring as much pleasure out of it as I possibly can.

Everest touches himself, running his hands across his chest, pinching his nipples, then down his stomach to wrap around his cock. I follow the movement closely, my own fingers twitching with the need to trace that exact path.

He strokes himself—once, twice—forming a tight ring with his fingers and squeezing from base to tip. A pearl of pre-cum forms at the slit before getting washed away. My knees go a little weak at the sight.

I grab his wrists and pull his hands away from his body. When Everest cocks a questioning eyebrow, my words come out in a growl. “No touching. This is mine.”

I run my hand down his front and take his cock into my hand. “You’re mine. Your body is mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.”

Everest shudders and his cock jumps in my palm. “I— I’m yours. My b-body is y-yours.”

I squeeze his cock just forcefully enough for him to rise onto his toes with a high-pitched cry. Then I lean in, lips ghosting over his ear. “Good boy.”

He whimpers, trembling so much he almost collapses to the floor. Carefully, I direct him to the wall so he’s leaning back on it with his shoulders. Then I reach for the bottle of body wash and pump out a generous amount onto my palm.

Working up a lather, I set my hands on Everest’s body, staking my claim on him with every inch I touch, every bump and dip I run my fingers over. This all belongs to me—this beautiful man who I took for granted for so long, this wonderful man who I didn’t know how to appreciate.

I was too stuck in my own ways, too preoccupied with being right, too proud to really see Everest for who he is. Kind. Gentle. Fun. A goofball who says and does the dumbest things sometimes. A sensitive soul.

I drag in a stuttering breath, humbled at this gift he’s given to me. The gift of himself, of this life, of this opportunity to be truly, deeply happy.

I wash Everest, touching him with a sense of reverence I’ve never felt before. His hands, threading my fingers in between his. His armpits, lifting each arm to ensure I don’t miss a single spot. His legs, digging my fingers into his toughened quads, working my way down to his feet and toes.

Then I tap his hip, turn him around, and work my way back up. I push my thumbs into his calves and Everest groans, his forehead against the tiled wall. I massage his hamstrings, then fill my palms with his muscular ass.

He pushes his hips back as I knead his glutes, running my thumbs down into his crease and over his hole. I pull his ass cheeks apart and his hole twitches, winking at me. Leaning in, I plant a kiss right over the ring of muscle and a high-pitched whine escapes Everest. I sink my teeth into the fleshy part of his ass cheek and Everest sobs.

“Owen, please.”

Aw, my poor baby, suffering for me.

I turn him around once more and I’m greeted by his long, thick cock, jutting out in front of him. It’s straining toward me, like it can’t wait to get inside my mouth.

I glance up past his washboard stomach, past his rounded pecs. His jaw is slack, and his pupils are blown wide. His fingers are spread, flexing against the wall like he’s trying to grip it. I lock eyes with him, open my mouth, slide out my tongue, and lean forward.

Everest gasps when I place my tongue on the underside of his cock head. I let it sit there for a moment, enjoying the weight of his dick, and the salty, musky taste of it. I swirl my tongue around the smooth glans and rub my lips across them. I suck on just the tip, moaning when pre-cum pours into my mouth.

“Christ.” Everest bangs his head on the wall, his eyes squeezed shut.

I let his cock fall out from between my lips. “Watch me.” I want him to see this. See his cock disappear down my throat. Be fully alert and aware of everything I’m doing to him.

He whines before forcing his eyes open. His face is all scrunched up like it physically pains him to keep watching.

I bring my lips to his cock again and slide down his length as far as I can go. Then I just hold him in my mouth, no swallowing, no bobbing up and down, no sucking. I warm his cock, suckling gently, like I’m a fucking baby with a pacifier.

“Fuck.” His hands curl into fists. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters like it’s a mantra that will keep him from exploding prematurely.

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