Page 12 of The Totally Typical Tale of Mappy McMapface
“Yeah?” I like the idea of one day more than I want to admit.
“Not today, though.” He releases his grip on me, letting me drop my feet to the ground. His fingers curl around the waistband of my sweats. “Today, we’re using my mouth for something else.” He continues kissing down my chest, dropping to his knees in front of me and tugging down my sweats with him.
He drags his tongue along the road leading from Fort Pines into town so slowly. “Are you going to give me what I want, Mappy?” His tongue moves to my thigh, but his eyes never leave mine.
“Yeah, whatever you want.”
He drags his tongue from the base of my cock, flicking the tip. “I want you to fuck my face, Mappy.” Taking the head of my cock in his mouth, he moans as he swirls his tongue around the tip. When I don’t move, he pulls back, grabbing my cock firmly in hishand. He slides his hand up and down my shaft as he speaks. “Are you going to be my good boy and fuck my face hard the way I like? I can take it.” I nod, slowly pushing my cock into his mouth. Not wanting to go too far, I don’t give him much, just enough to make my pulse race. He grabs my hand, placing it on the back of his head. His other hand squeezes my ass as he pulls me close, taking everything until his nose hits my belly, dark eyes staring at me the entire time.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as he pulls back.
“I promise I can take it, baby. I’ll snap if I need you to stop, but I want it. I want you to use me. Mark me. Make me yours.”
With a nod, I push his head back onto my dick, thrusting experimentally. He holds onto my hips as I keep pumping into him. He stares up at me as I look down, marveling at him taking me so fucking well.
“Miguel, I’m going to—” I start, and he moans around my cock, the vibrations feeling so damn perfect. I come hard, his throat squeezing me as he swallows what he can.When he can’t take any more, he wraps his hand around my cock, and I thrust into it a couple more times, my cum marking his neck. The image of him on his knees in front of me, painted in my cum, will be branded into my memory forever. When I’m completely spent, he cleans my cock with his tongue, making sure that he didn’t miss anything, before standing and kissing me.
Grabbing the crusty hem of his shirt, I yank it up over his head, excited to finally see his body. He is as amazing as I knew he’d be. My hand trails the hair from his belly down to the waist of his pants. As I reach for them, he grabs my wrist.
“There’s something you should know.” He’s breathing heavily, doing his best to restrain himself. It seems like a really inopportune time to have a conversation.
“Can it wait?”
“No?” I nod, giving him a moment to collect himself. “I’m not one hundred percent human.”
“Okay, neither am I.” Ikiss him again.
“Mappy.” He laughs, trying to get me to focus. “It’s a relative way back down the family line and I don’t fully shift or anything, but it manifests in a couple of weird ways like…” he trails off, unbuttoning his pants. When he tugs them down, I get why he felt like he needed to warn me.
Chapter fourteen
Red Eye Pies
Miguel
Mappy’s face lights up and, unlike with previous partners, I don’t get the feeling he’s excited because he can cross some weird peen off a checklist. He reaches out to stroke me, and I curl my penis around his wrist. I figure I might as well get that out of the way.
Because the shifter DNA is so far back in my family tree, no one in my family can fully shift into a dolphin. We all have varying abilities and traits. I ended up with a large, prehensile penis, and some high school swim team records.
Mappy pulls me back in and kisses me hard. My dick wraps around his like I’ve been wanting to since being on the couch.
“Fuck, Miguel. We’re never going to get in the shower, are we?” Mappy doesn’t stop kissing me.
I grab one of his thighs, wrapping it around my waist, and he jumps up, crossing his ankles behind my back. He pulls a hair tie from his wrist, quickly pulling his hair up and out of the way. With that done, he grabs my neck tightly, clinging onto me as he kisses me like his life depends on it.
My dick keeps rubbing against his as I open the shower door and carry him inside. Once I’ve shut the door behind us, I slam him against the wall. He shudders against the cold tile, but doesn’t break the kiss. I slide my dick against his, picking up the pace. It’s not enough to get me there, but it feels so fucking good.
“Miguel,” Mappy whines, his dick hardening as mine continues to move, the water from the shower making everything slick.He reaches between us, grabbing my cock. His hand moves quickly as he frantically kisses me, making the cutest little noises.
“Do you want me to come, Mappy?”
“Mhmm, so bad.” He squeezes me with his legs, trying to get us closer.
“You want me to make a mess of you? Cover you with my cum?”
“Yes, please, Miguel.”
“Maybe I want to hear you beg a little more.” I nip at his earlobe.
