Page 55 of Sweat

Licking my lips, I wrap my hand under his scrotum and grip his balls and cock in the same grip.

Tommy’s breath hitches, fingertips digging into my back while he looks at me with pleading eyes.

I lean in nice and slow, nudging the tip of my nose against his before I poke my tongue out and lick his parted lips. His tongue is quick to meet mine amid our comingling breaths, and I take my time petting his tongue with mine.

“Please,” he moans, and I glance down at his lap to see him pump his cockhead in his fist.

I release his balls to tug his wrist away. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

He whimpers in a way that goes straight to my swelling dick.

“You wanna come, baby boy?” I ask him.

“Mhm.”

“Ask me.”

He licks his lips, eyes going half-lidded. “Can Icome? Please?”

I lean down, pucker my lips, and blow a steady stream of air over Tommy’s raging tip.

“Fuck!” his hips buck like I just shoved a finger up his ass. “Please, Row?”

I lean farther down and touch the tip of my tongue where Tommy’s scrotum meets his shaft, and I trace the thick vein all the way to his little pinhole slit, catching a bead of pre-cum on my tastebuds.

Moaning, Tommy puts his hand on the back of my head, but he’s not bold enough to push me onto his cock. I’m almost disappointed.

Tilting my chin up, I look into his hypnotic eyes and say, “Call me daddy.”

“No,” he half-moans, half-laughs. “Too fucking weird.”

“I thought you wanted to come.”

“Rowan,” he whines, cock throbbing and tapping my lips.

“Go on, baby boy. Ask daddy nicely if you can come, and I’m sure he’ll take good care of you.”

Groaning, fingers scraping my scalp, Tommy mutters, “Can you please make me come…daddy?”

The title drips from Tommy’s deep tenor like a warm compress to my balls. I have to reach beneath me and stroke my cock while I give Tommy his reward.

My boy is huge, I have to drop my jaw to keep from scraping him with my teeth, and by the time my nose touches his pubic hair, I’m gagging around him. But I stay low and suck hard, gliding my lips and tongue along his shaft in quick motions that turn Tommy into a quivering, panting mess.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants through choked breaths.

My throat fills with heat. There’s hardly enough time to register Tommy is coming before my throat contracts, and I choke down every spurt. I bob off and latch my mouth ontothe soft part of his inner thigh, sucking and biting with my cheek pressed under Tommy’s balls. Like I want to eat every inch of him.

Tommy becomes putty against the seat, closed eyes and humming low-droning moans while his wet cock softens.

I turn onto my back and bend my knees, laying my head on Tommy’s lap. I shimmy my pants back up my ass and let my dick go limp as Tommy’s fingers trace my abs.

Blinking up at his drowsy face, I ask, “So, what do you think? Feeling more gay now, or less?”

He hums. “Definitely more.”

I don’t know why, but I smile like that’s a good thing. It’s a good thing for me, I guess, since the gayer Tommy feels the more likely he is to keep wanting to waste time on me. “It was good?”

“Crazy good. Wanna give you head again. Just give me a minute.”

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