Page 52 of Penalty Zone

We maintain eye contact as I suck his tip, using my tongue to circle his ridge and dip into his slit. His hands fist the comforter under him.

I tease him a bit more, then swallow him down. A low rumble leaves his chest, and I feel the vibration. His balls tighten, getting close to his release. I pick up speed, bobbing up and down.

Caleb takes over, driving his hips up and burying his cock deep. I stay still, letting him use me for his pleasure.

His balls harden in my hand, and I watch his face open in a silent scream as his cum shoots down my throat.

He’s so beautiful when he’s undone.

His thighs tense and his abs curl as his orgasm keeps going, but his eyes never leave mine.

He’s mine.

Caleb relaxes, seeming to dissolve. I crawl up his body and kiss him, feeding him a mouthful of his cum.

“Your taste is delicious. I could live on it,” I say, meaning it.

He shudders, and I reach over to grab the comforter off the other bed and cover us so he doesn’t get a chill. I’m half on my side and half on him since the bed is so narrow.

“Is this too much?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“I love you on top of me. You belong here.” He throws a leg over me and pulls me down on his chest. His words undo me.

The need to bury my cock in his firm ass nearly takes me over. But that’s not what I have planned. As appealing as it is to take his virginity, I can’t do it in his childhood bed. Maybe it’s the age difference, but it seems a step too far.

We lie in comfortable silence, and he recovers quickly. His breathing and heart rate return to normal, and his dick comes back to life.

“Now you can take my clothes off.”

Caleb bolts into action, stripping my shirt over my head and yanking down my pants. There’s no finesse, only unbridled lust. My throbbing cock weeps and juts toward him with a mind of its own.

“Mother-of-nature,” Caleb says passionately. His eyes widen as his fingers skim my torso, causing my side to twitch. “You’re ticklish.” He grins and tortures me until I can’t hold back the laughter. I haven’t been tickled since I was a teenager, and the innocent touch spikes my need for him.

“I didn’t take you for a tease.” My hand closes over his and directs it down. He takes over and grips my shaft. His hand is firm and confident, stroking and twisting with his thumb, pulling back the foreskin.

Caleb dips his head and licks the precum from my exposed slit. I fight to keep my eyes from rolling back so I can watch him.

“Have you heard of docking?” I rasp.

He shrugs as he swallows me down, choking.

“Be good and sit up against the headboard.” The bed is narrow, so I have to get up for him to get into position. The trust in his eyes slays me. He has absolute faith in me, and it’s heady.

I kneel with my knees on the outside of his, trying to stay balanced. A twin bed can’t accommodate two grown men of our size.

“Actually, this will be easier if you kneel too, so I can get the right angle and not fall over.”

He stifles a chuckle and mutters, “Old man.”

“Keep talking and see what happens,” I threaten, and he scrambles up with a bratty smirk.

I connect our cocks, tip to tip, and drag my foreskin over him.

“Holy-salt-of-the-earth-and-ocean,” Caleb whispers and moans. “It’s… How… I don’t…” He gasps and rests his forehead on my shoulder to watch me stroke us together.

“Baby Doll, you’re going to come on my cock.” I emphasize the words Baby Doll, and he moans, cock hardening even more, and his eyes roll back, loving the pet name. It suits him, with his cherub looks and my need to hold him. He’s mine. Mine to possess, protect, and cherish.

“Leo.” My name on his lips is an entire conversation. He conveys his need, his affection, and his… I can’t read too much into this. I refuse to set myself up for heartbreak.

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