Page 46 of Lost Boy
I stalk forward, crowding him onto the bed as I peer down into those stormy blue eyes that hypnotize my thoughts. I force him to lean back. He stares up at me, the moment intense and the music matching.
“I’m going to make you feel good. Just let me. Okay?” My question is vulnerable, and his answer is no different.
“Please, Ryder.” The emotion swirling in his eyes and words is a stark contrast to the blank expression I usually see.
I brush his hair back roughly, peering down at him. I curl my hand into the soft strands, fisting them and tugging a little, causing Fallon to close his eyes and whimper. I let go, enjoying the control he lets me have. “Lie back.”
His eyes pop open, but he listens, slowly leaning back on his elbows, staring at me with a hooded gaze. He’s high from the blunt, and his pupils are blown.
I crawl on the bed after him, straddling his lap.
“Arms up.”
Fallon listens, and his submission is a beautiful thing.
I slip the hoodie and shirt off in one go, and he rests back on his elbows again. I peer down at him, and my cock fills at the sight of his lean, slim body. His toned muscles are trim, and he has zero body fat, causing every ridge to stand out in stark relief. “Fuck, Fallon. You are so goddamn hot.”
I’m not sure it’s possible, but his pupils dilate even further, the black taking over the blue like some kind of sex-crazed demon. I seize the opportunity and undo his pants until he’s lying before me in his tight, black boxer briefs. His pale skin is flawless. His body is petite and sexy.
Still on top, I slip my fingers into the waistband of his underwear. I give him a questioning stare, and he chews on that lip ring, his Chapstick shimmering and making me even hotter and ready for what I’m about to do.
He nods once and lifts his hips. I curl my fingers into his boxers, my skin cool against his warm flesh, and pull them down. His erection springs free, bouncing between us, and I’m glad he’s such a chill person because I am freaking out inside right now.
He’s so fucking sexy. Not overly large, but he’s proportionate to his size, and I’m dying for a taste. His cockhead is swollen, the skin shiny and pink. I slowly reach out, giving him time to stop me, and wrap my hand around him. I squeeze firmly as I begin to stroke him.
I had plans to swallow his cock whole, but Fallon surprises me and speaks up, voicing his wants. I’m a goner, so I’ll do whatever he asks.
“Aren’t you going to let me see you too?” He slides his hands under my hoodie, running them along the ridges of my abdomen and up to my pecs, brushing across my nipples and making me shiver.
He curls his hands over my shoulders and squeezes, kneading the muscles. Fuck, it feels good, and it’s making me so goddamn horny. When his hands trail back down, he stops at my nipples and squeezes both, pinching them hard, andholy shit,I like it. I moan out loud, closing my eyes as my dick throbs painfully in my jeans.
“Take them off,” he tells me, and I scramble off the bed, quickly and shamelessly getting naked as he lounges back on his elbows. His adorably pink cock stands proudly between a patch of neatly trimmed dark blond curls, and I yank my briefs down, letting my erection spring free. I’m nine inches when fully erect. I’ve measured.
Fallon’s cock twitches as he stares at me, eyes nearly closed with need and a heady desire. The lust in the room is heavy, the air thick with it.
I crawl on top of him, staring down as our cocks graze. “I’ve never been with anyone,” I tell him before we do this.
“Me neither,” he confirms what I already suspected.
It doesn’t ruin the moment or slow the momentum when I kiss him deeply, tangling my tongue with his and sucking on it, causing him to moan into my mouth. Fallon spreads his legs wider, and I settle in between. I can’t stop kissing him, but I need something from my bedside table.
“Scoot up,” I instruct, and he slides up the bed with my help, careful not to agitate his bruising.
I rummage in my drawer until I find the small bottle of lube I use to jerk off and quickly pour some into my hand as another song by The Weeknd comes on. “High for This” filters through my speakers as Fallon spreads his legs even wider, neither of us knowing exactly what we’re doing. We just go with what feels right, what feels good. I lean over him on one forearm and peer down as I slot our dicks together and stroke us once.
Oh fuuuuck.
Fallon groans, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. The slippery, slick feel of his cock against mine has me wanting to instantly unload my nuts as I give us another firm tug.
“Not gonna last.”
His words echo my exact thoughts as I continue to stroke and twist and twirl my slippery hand over both of our cocks. Fallon locks his legs around my waist and begins to thrust into my hand, forcefully rubbing our cocks together, and holy fuck, that’s it.
I’m a goner.
I pull back, jacking myself off fiercely as I shoot loads of jizz all over his chest and abs. His cock too.
Fallon is rock hard, his dick an angry red color, demanding release. I scoop up my cum as he lies before me, vulnerable and relaxed.
