Page 59 of Just A Little Fling

“You think that’s funny?” Nico nodded between his peals of laughter. “This is what I think is funny.” I grabbed him and began tickling him. Turned out directly underneath his rib cage was his spot. He squirmed and laughed. I paused every once in a while to let him catch his breath and then did it again.

It was a few rounds of starting and stopping for him to catch his breath before he told me to stop for good. The uncertainty and worry from the earlier conversation had been erased from his eyes, and instead, he looked at me with clear, focused ones. The laugh faded from them and was replaced by something entirely different. Nico sat up straight before giving me a direct, pointed look.

“Babbo, I need something from you more than dancing.”

“What do you need, sunshine?” I asked softly. The way his nose flared and breathing hitched stirred my cock.

“Can I suck on you?”

“Baby, you never have to ask. C’mere.”

Nico raised his face to mine, and I placed a sweet kiss on his lips. That lasted half a second before I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him steady to return for a much less chaste version. Nico’s lips parted and my tongue plunged inside his mouth. I explored every nook and cranny while Nico’s sweet moans spurred me on, but it was my turn to groan my disappointment when he pulled away.

“Babbo, you’ll like this better.”

He pulled my pants down and my cock sprung free. He chuckled a bit, but sue me, I liked free-balling when I was home. With some maneuvering, he got my pants off. I helped things along with a toss of my shirt. By toss, I mean I pulled it off and folded it. Nico, bless him, stopped long enough to fold my pants. It was wholly unnecessary but incredibly sweet. When I cupped his cheek, Nico leaned into my hand with a lazy smile for a brief moment before returning his attention to my cock.

“Fuck, baby, you are so fucking sexy on your knees. Get naked for me too.” Nico scrambled out of his clothes, tossed them aside, and fell back between my legs. With a quick nudge, I moved my legs farther apart, and Nico wasted no time in swallowing me down. My shouted surprise caused him to shake his shoulders in silent laughter.

This was the life I wanted, one that revolved around easy laughter and casual moments. It was everything I’d always wanted. It hadn’t been what my ex wanted and one of the reasons we split. Beyond the divide of age play, he wanted to go to places my partners would be at. I wasn’t rich enough to be a patron of the arts, and my golf game was crap. I’d much rather putter around my backyard garden and listen to a book when I could get away from my job long enough to get more than a chapter in. None of that mattered right now, though, because this boy I wanted to make mine was doing his damnedest to swallow my cock in one motion.

My hands found their way to Nico’s hair while he sucked and licked my shaft. The obscene sounds of slurping were better than an orchestra. One of his hands rolled my balls between his fingers while the other jacked his cock. It took every ounce of self-control to allow him to set the pace rather than tighten my hands around his head and fuck his face.

I’d be embarrassed about it later, but it wasn’t very long before I was ready to come straight down his throat. I groaned when I almost lost control of myself. “Baby, I’m not sure how long I can hold out.”

My muscles went rigid when all the blood in my body pooled in my dick. The need to come was almost painful, and I couldn’t decide what would be better—painting his face with cum or shooting it down his throat.

Nico pulled off long enough to saythen don’tand resumed his ministrations without missing a beat. I gave up all semblance of control, steadied his head, and thrust into his mouth. I fucked his mouth while he frantically jacked his cock.

“Don’t come yet, baby. Your cum is mine.” I distantly heard Nico groan, but I was too far gone to stop. With a few more erratic thrusts into the wet, warm heat of his mouth, I lost control. My cum spurted from my cock, and Nico valiantly tried to swallow it all.

Some leaked from the corner of his mouth, and I used my thumb to scoop it up and feed it to him. He sucked my thumb into his mouth while never taking his eyes off me. I wanted to believe there was a message in the hidden depths, but just when I thought I understood the meaning, Nico blinked and looked away.

“C’mere, sunshine.”

I urged Nico to move up from the floor and lie back beside me on the couch. I shifted until I kneeled between his splayed legs. His beautiful body was laid out like a buffet. His light natural tan glowed in the bright afternoon sun, giving him an otherworldly glow. Nico’s cock was flushed dark red and jutted straight up from a nest of dark curls. He manscaped but left enough that I was able to bury my nose in the wiry thatch.

“Babbo?” His voice was hesitant, as if something was wrong.

“I’m just admiring the view.” I trailed my fingers across his lightly rounded stomach and the tops of his thick thighs. Nico squirmed under my fingers and tried to maneuver his cock into my hands. “You okay there, love?”

“I’d better if you used your mouth on me.”

“Oh my goodness, so much sass.” I chuckled. “Best be careful, Sweet Boy.”

Nico decided he’d rather come, so he laid off the snark and lay back on the couch. He wasn’t relaxed enough yet, with his muscles tensed in anticipation. Nah, my baby needed to enjoy himself, and I would make sure he did.

“Christ, you’re going to have me coming again,” I said with a chuckle. My cock really was making a valiant, likely unsuccessful, effort to rally. How could it not when there was such a display of beautiful skin laid out before me? Precum beaded at the tip of his cock and made the spongy head of his dick shiny. I lowered my mouth to taste the salt, and Nico’s body shivered.

The tension in his limbs dissipated a little. I returned to stroking him from his shoulders, down his arms, and across his chest, sometimes finding his nipples and sometimes not. I moved across his soft tummy to the juncture of his thighs but didn’t touch his cock. Nico’s breathing stopped and stuttered at each touch and his cock grew harder and harder, leaking a steady stream of precum. His hooded eyes were half-closed as he sought to control his breathing. My own cock decided it still had some life left.

I had to go back for another taste. I swirled my tongue over the spongy head and then sucked him, inch by inch, into my mouth. Nico squirmed underneath me. I moved my hands to his hips to hold him still while I swallowed around his cock. His gasps and moans became more and more raspy. He was finally starting to lose that control he held so tightly. It might be disguised most of the time, but he was wound tighter than a drum.

“Babbo, Babbo, Babbo,” Nico chanted as he thrust hard into my mouth. His head thrashed on the cushions while his hands moved to grip my hair tightly. He wasn’t capable of warning me, but his arched back was quickly followed by his salty release pouring down my throat. I swallowed every damn drop. A wave of pleasure washed over me before my cock spurted a small rope of cum.

“Holy shit, Sweet Boy. I haven’t come hands-free since high school,” I told him when my voice worked again.

Nico rewarded me with a smug, lazy smile. The tension in his body was nonexistent and entirely replaced with languid relaxation.

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