Page 3 of Julian Shared
There’s only the heat of the night and the wet warmth of Julian’s mouth.
I’ve been looking at that beautiful head of ruddy hair all night and now I finally get to touch it too. It’s as soft as the rest of him. I twine my fingers around it as he fastens his lips around me.
His eyes close and I point my face toward the sky. While Julian chokes on my manhood, I try not to choke on the heat of Georgia’s summer.
The humidity is so thick you can practically swim in it. And I’m no stranger to the heat. I’m a west Texan boy, born and raised, and spent the youths of my summer south of the border visiting family.
Not to mention all the deployments I’ve spent over in the sandbox.
Yet this heat is something else.
Julian knows how to properly blow a guy. He licks the tip. Doesn’t forget about the balls. Minds his teeth. Damn this boy. He’s good. Blows me like it’s his mission to get me off as fast as possible.
I let out a pleased grunt as I surge my hips forward and pull on his hair. Julian takes that edge of roughness like a champ. He goes with it, continues to suck and fondle with unmaskedenjoyment. Even with his mouth full and tongue busy, he’s letting out his own needy moans.
I lift my foot and use the edge of my boot to gently, carefully nudge his groin.
Yeah, he’s getting off on getting me off.
Wouldn’t surprise me if he jerked himself off while he was down there.
Though instead of playing with himself, his slender hands clutch at my legs while he services me. I watch him suckle.
His eyes are still shut tight. A strand of his hair is curled and plastered against his forehead from sweat.
Such a pretty sight like this.
As I get close, I give a warning tap to his shoulder, but that just makes him double up his efforts. One of his hands grabs my hip and he pulls me forward, encouraging me to thrust into his wet and willing throat.
He wants me to use him.
Fuck, he’s perfect.
I grab hold of his bird-like wrist and spin him around to put him in his place. Up against the wall with my body pressing him into it, keeping him where he belongs. I slot our mouths together.
It ain’t a kiss to start. I’m all tongue and teeth, seeking the salty aftertaste of myself off his lips. I know he hasn’t drank anything but water. No excuses and nothing to blame his shameless behavior on other than his own desire.
My tongue takes a turn dominating his mouth. I don’t stop until he’s breathless and wiggling against me, making those wrecked little moans again.
That’s when it becomes a kiss. A real kiss.
When I pull back, I finally notice his eyes. No stereotypical shamrock green. They’re a striking pale blue.
I peck his mouth one more time. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Julian’s pink mouth has turned red. It’s so puffy and swollen I can tell it hurts some to smile, but he does it anyway. “I’m going back inside,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “What? To suck more cock?”
“No.” His smile turns into a laugh. “I’m going to dance some more. That’s why I come here. The…other stuff is just a bonus.”
What is with this boy? Julian has no problem dropping to his knees and blowing another man within five minutes of meeting, but he shies away from saying it out loud?
Julian clears his throat. Licks his sore lips.
Fuck, I already want him again. My softened dick gives a feeble, desperate effort to twitch back to life.
“But yeah, maybe,” Julian shrugs and looks away. “I might do some more of that later.”
