Page 101 of Lost Boy
Fallon stalks toward me, his eyes half-lidded as he takes me in, long legs stretched out before me and my hard body waiting for him. He pauses in front of me and drops his towel.
He’s already hard, just like me, but he drops to his knees and runs his soft hands up my thighs, squeezing and kneading my quads.
“Shit. That feels so good.” The relief to my muscles causes my dick to twitch in front of him.
Fallon takes the hint and presses a soft kiss to my crown before licking down my shaft. “Blue. Oh God.” His mouth is amazing, his tongue soft and wet. He slides me into his mouth as far as he can, nearly choking himself. He bobs a few times, dragging his metal piercing against my sensitive flesh, and pops off, spit hanging from his swollen lips. But no sparkles.
“Oh. Fuck. Put the lip gloss on. The shimmery one.”
He glances up at me, chewing his lip ring, a slight blush on his cheeks. His eyes are practically iridescent with lust. He scrambles off the bean bag, and I stare at his ass as he walks away.
I reach down and tug on my cock, imagining being inside of him.
Fallon ambles over to his bag, purposely bending over and exposing himself to me.
The little tease.
My cock throbs, and I squeeze the base, waiting for him to come back and suck me with those sparkly lips.
I hear the pop of a cap, and then he’s back on his knees before me, stretching those beautifully plump and shimmery lips around my cock. I flex my hips, trying to temper the need to thrust into his mouth. He’s not ready for that, and I’m too big for him to swallow.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you. So sexy. So hot. Let me fuck you. I need to.”
Fallon whimpers around my cock, the vibrations causing a chill to race down my spine and through my balls. I shiver as I race toward the edge. “I’m gonna come.”
He encourages me, massaging my thighs and caressing my balls as he licks and sucks with more enthusiasm than he normally shows.
I detonate, coming with a roar as my cock spurts into the back of his throat, causing him to make a choking noise. The sick part of my brain likes it.
He pulls off, sucking me clean and only leaving sparkles behind. His lips are swollen, Chapstick smeared across his chin, and I yank him closer and kiss him hard.
“I fucking love you,” I tell him, not caring that I won’t hear it back. “Let me make you feel good now, Blue.”
Fallon nods, and we switch positions. Except he’s on his hands and knees with his head down and ass up, presenting himself to me.
“Such a beautiful sight,” I praise, rubbing a hand along his cheeks and down the center, through his crease and over his hole. It twitches at my touch, and memories of my tongue there come rushing back to me. Tonight, it’ll be my dick in there.
I grab the lube from my bedside table and flick the cap open, squirting the cool gel directly onto him and then on my fingers. I rub it in as Fallon moans, dropping his head and pressing back against me, trying to get me to slip inside.
“Ryder, please. I need to feel you inside me.”
“I know, baby, I know. Be patient.” I circle his hole with my index and middle fingers. Around and around. Teasing him. His hole pulses against my touch, his body begging for me and desperate for stimulation.
My finger easily slips inside with the slightest pressure, and I push forward until I’m knuckle-deep. Watching it disappear in and out of his ass makes my cock weepy and desperate.
I add another finger, scissoring them. I’ve been working him up to take my cock, and he loves this part. Loves the feel of the stretch.
“More. I can take more.”
I scissor my fingers wider, staring at the obscene sight as I open his asshole wider.
I quickly slip a third finger in while his body offers no resistance and fuck him deep and hard. Making room for all three of them.
He’s stretched wide, and he moans loudly and pants urgently. His face is pressed into the bean bag, and the slick noises of my fingers fucking him without mercy cause more pre-cum to ooze out of me.
“Are you ready for my cock?” I ask, needing to make sure he wants it. This is new for both of us. Regardless of how muchresearchI’ve done.
“Y-yes,” he pants. “Fuck me, please, Ry.”
