Page 100 of Bazooka
“Please don’t make me leave,” he said, looking at me pleadingly. “Please. I’ll make it stop, I swear.”
“Shh,” I shushed him, caressing his cheek.
Then I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and kissed him like I’d wanted to kiss him from the day he stormed out of my apartment. I kissed him like I wanted to kiss him so many times, regardless of whether he made me smile or if he pissed me off. When his shock wore off, he parted his lips and let me into his hot, wet mouth. His eager tongue found mine, and I gave it a small lick, which resulted in a moan escaping his throat. When I pressed my erection against him, he gasped as I suppressed the need to fuck him into that daybed. Combined with the alcohol I’d ingested, I was on my way to the mistake land with maximum speed and no brakes. But Luz tasted so sweet, and he felt sogood, and his little moans drove me crazy. His hips kept bucking with need, finding only air and no relief.
When I broke the kiss, he whined in protest.
“Baz, please, I’m begging you… don’t stop.”
I smiled and nipped at his bottom lip. I gave it a little nibble because he had such luscious lips, and I wanted to eat them up. I wanted them puffy, and he let me have it. He just lay there, breathing heavily as I dined on his lips.
“Luz, I’m drunk, so I’m gonna try something,” I murmured against his mouth. “Is that okay?”
He didn’t even ask me what; he just nodded.
When I cupped his crotch, he sucked in a sharp breath. He threw his head back, hyperventilating, as I slid my palm down his length. Feeling it. Trying it out. His dick was long and so fucking hard. And it felt good. It felt nice. More than nice. I wrapped my hand around it, and it made him swell even more. I gave it a teasing stroke before sliding my hand to his balls. They were heavy with cum, just like mine.
“Baz, squeeze the base,” Luz bit out, gritting his teeth.
I looked at his face, contemplating his request, but my hand kept caressing his shaft.
“Squeeze the base, Baz,” he whimpered, tensing. “Squeeze the base or I’m gonna come.”
I found the spot, but instead of squeezing it, I gave his dick a couple of firm strokes. And just like that, I found myself in a position I never thought I would be in—jerking off a dude. A few moments later, Luz gasped, and I clamped a hand over his mouth to shut him up. His hips kept bucking, his body thrashing until he spilled in his pants. A large wet stain that appeared on his crotch made me jealous. It made my mouth water. I needed relief so badly that I considered taking him to bed. Here. Now. Consequences be damned. Still, I didn’t want to make it publicknowledge, and besides, we had too many witnesses for the type of fucking I had in mind.
“Well, that was fun,” I said, when he finally stilled. “Are you okay?”
He opened his eyes and looked at me, still panting.
“Did this happen?” he whispered, looking stunned.
Yup, apparently, it did.
When his gaze landed on my crotch, which sported a massive erection, his eyes widened.
“Let me blow you,” he said, reaching for my dick. “Please, let me do it, Baz. I want it so badly.”
“We already brought too much attention to ourselves,” I said, aware of the unusual silence in the apartment. “Go to the bathroom and clean up, then come back here.”
Luz made a face. “I don’t know about that. They will make fun of me.”
“I’ll deal with them. Do what I said.”
When he entered the room, he was met with multiple whistles and hushed laughter.
“Luz, is that a hickey?” Adam said, chuckling, before someone else added. “It seems Luz had a little accideeent.”
“Yo!” I bellowed. “Shut your mouths!”
Deathly silence ensued.That’s better.
When Luz returned ten minutes later, he lay down beside me as I hugged him tight. He wrapped his arm around my chest, but I reached for it and brought it to my nose.
“Your fingers smell like soap and cum,” I said, sniffing his hand. “Mmm…”
“Do you like it?”
“I do,” I said, biting his fingers one by one. “I think I’m addicted.”
