Page 118 of Men in Shorts

“You want to fuck my mouth, but you don’t. You will, though, soon. I feel it in you.” Andrew loosened his grip by a fraction. “I feel your power. You take what you want, and what you want is me.”

Colin moaned in agreement.

“I stay silent,” Andrew said.

Och.Holding back noise would be pure difficult. The taste on Colin’s tongue and the images in his mind were driving him mad.

“You tell me to show you what I can do. ‘Impress me,’ you say.”

Colin smiled as he cupped Andrew’s balls and slowly drew down his foreskin to expose the glistening head of his cock. Then he began to lick with teasing, curling strokes, just the way Andrew would do to him.

Andrew hissed. “Ahh.” One hand left Colin’s head and grasped at the chest of drawers. A bronze handle rattled against the fine wood.

Colin wrapped his lips around Andrew’s head, licking more rapidly now, tracing new patterns over the smooth, solid bulge.

“That’s so good.” Andrew’s breath quavered as he inhaled. “You can feel my tongue in every inch of your body. You want me never to stop.”

Colin held back an affirmative grunt.

“But we’re not alone here on the pitch,” Andrew said. “Or rather, we are alone at the moment, but not for long. So I start to suck you harder.”

Colin obeyed, drawing him deeper, still tonguing the head at the end of each tight, wet stroke.

“Your cock in my mouth makes me so hard, I can’t take it anymore.” Andrew’s tone turned commanding. “I need to touch myself. Now.”

Grateful, Colin reached down inside his sleep trousers to seize his prick. The relief of his own grip made him groan, and this time, Andrew didn’t silence him.

“You can feel it,” Andrew said. “Feel my mouth get so tight as I stroke myself. You want me to come first. You want to hear me whimper as I make myself come.”

Colin couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on. He never would have let Andrew-as-Andrew have this sort of power over him. But imagining himself in control at the same time he was on his knees obeying every command—something about that just did him in.

He fell into a strong, purposeful rhythm, the hand on his own shaft working in time with his mouth and other hand. He wouldn’t last long, not after their twelve-day sex drought.

“Oh!” Andrew’s fist slammed the chest of drawers, rattling the handles again. “God…don’t stop.” He caught himself. “That’s what you tell me. ‘Don’t stop, Andrew. Don’t you dare fucking stop.’”

Sounds like something I’d say, Colin mused, though he was glad Andrew wasn’t trying to imitate his accent.

“I’m so close,” Andrew gasped. “You know I’m close, so you start fucking my mouth.” He clutched Colin’s hair as his hips began to move. “I use both hands on myself. Gotta come for you now. Gotta…come…for you.”

Oh aye.Colin cupped his own balls with one hand and pumped his cock furiously with the other. As his orgasm barreled toward him, he wanted to buckle over, but his hair was held fast. So he latched onto Andrew’s trembling thigh as a whimper rose in his throat, pitching higher and higher.

“Yes!” Andrew thrust harder than ever, and Colin fought to keep his numbing lips folded over his teeth. “Your cock…so hard in my…it’s so…oh God, I’m coming, coming all over myself.”

As if on command, Colin’s balls rose and tightened, then released. His body convulsed in hot, rolling waves, and his cries were muffled by Andrew’s swelling shaft that filled his mouth.

He’d barely recovered when Andrew pulled free and said, “Then you ask me, ‘Shall I come on your face or do you want to swallow?’”

Colin hesitated. He’d always been a fan of facials, but not of being on the receiving end. It felt too demeaning, especially with someone like Andrew, whose real-life station was stratospherically higher than his own.

He grasped Andrew’s arse, intending to pull him deep so he could swallow.

Then he thought of what his boyfriend needed most—to feel some shred of power as his life spun out of control.

Colin drew his head back a few inches and looked up. “Both.”

Andrew’s eyes lit up. He began to stroke himself, urging his hips so the head of his cock glided over Colin’s outstretched tongue. “Oh…” He caressed Colin’s hair, his quickening gasps the room’s only sound.

Finally his hand drifted beneath Colin’s chin to tilt it up. “You tell me I’m beautiful.”

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