Page 38 of Trick of the Flesh
Instead of continuing through the maze, Miguel grabs me by the hand and pulls me into the tall rows of corn. Deeper and deeper he drags me along until we come to a very secluded area, far from the maze’s path. He drops to his knees in front of me and starts tugging at my sweats.
“What the hell are you doing?” I grab at his wrists, and I fail miserably at holding onto them. Miguel pulls my pants downand lets them rest just under my ass. The front of my boxer briefs comes down next. There's no hiding my already hardening cock from his view.
“I’m going to suck your cock, and you’re going to stay quiet.” He smirks up at me, licking his lips. “Think you can handle that, pretty boy?”
“Uh,” and I don’t get another word out before his mouth is on me, taking me all the way to the back of his throat. My eyes roll back and he has to hold me upright so I don’t topple backwards. “Jesus… fuck…”
I don’t know if he is going for some kind of record of how fast he can make me come, but if he keeps going, I’m going to embarrass the shit out of myself.
He pops off and licks my slit, moaning as he looks up at me. “You taste so good, little brother. Be a good boy and come for me so I can have some more.” He cups my balls and gives them a gentle tug and I almost bust right there. “I bet these are so full, baby. I want to suck this perfect cock dry. Give me every drop, Caleb.”
“Oh, fuck,” I pant, overwhelmed by the voice in my head telling me this is wrong and we’ll get caught. Then there are the other voices telling me to fuck his mouth and show him I’m not just his pathetic little brother, that I can have the upper hand. That he’s the one on his knees, choking on my cock.
That’s when it clicks.
Miguel is being submissive to me to show me I also have power in this.
I can do this.
“You like that, don’t you?” I choke out the words, feeling foreign on my tongue, but I keep going. “Being on your knees, sucking my cock like a cum-hungry slut.”
Miggy raises an eyebrow and moans around me, taking me deep in his throat. A bold urge comes over me and Igrab a fistful of his hair and guide him up and down on my cock. “Just like that, make me come, big brother.”
Saliva drips onto my sweats and my chest heaves as he comes down on my cock over and over, giving my balls a few squeezes in between. “Miguel, you’re gonna need to move now, or I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
He pulls me into him, my cock all the way down his throat, his nose flush with my groin as I let out a moan. Miguel swallows pulse after pulse of cum as I empty into his mouth. “Oh, shit…” I curse, chest heaving as I look down at him. “That was… fucking amazing.”
With a smirk plastered on his face, he pulls back, licking his lips.
“Now who’s the pathetic little cumslut?” I reach down and grip him by his collar, and hauling him to his feet, I crash my mouth against his.
“I’m whatever you need me to be, little brat.” He gives me a firm kiss while tugging up my underwear and sweats. “Just know I’m gonna tear that ass up later for calling me pathetic.”
Don’t I know it.
By the time we emerge from the maze, Celeste and Dad are waiting at the exit, smiling, seemingly oblivious as to why they beat us out of the maze. Miguel throws an arm around my shoulders like the perfect big brother. I lean into him when our parents’ backs are turned, wishing I could be brave and do it in front of them. We get back into his truck and he holds my hand on the seat all the way back home.
FOURTEEN
MIGUEL
The house has gone quiet,the way only an old place in autumn can. The pipes sigh. The floors groan. The refrigerator hums. But everything else is swallowed in that heavy silence that means Mom and Dad are down for the count.
Now is the time to play.
Caleb’s been pacing upstairs for at least half an hour. I’ve heard the floorboards creak and caught his shadow crossing back and forth under the crack of his door. He’s waiting for me to come to him. Pretending not to. Every second he spends chewing his nails and wearing a hole in the carpet makes me harder.
He knows I’ll come. He just doesn’t know when.
That’s my favorite part.
I give him five more minutes. Then I slide out of my room, barefoot and soundless. The hall is dark, with only the faint nightlight down by the bathroom glowing. His door isn’t locked. I don’t even knock—I push it open and step inside.
He jumps like he’s been shocked. Hoodie wrinkled, hair a mess, eyes wide as a deer about to bolt. He tries to cover it, like Ididn’t catch the way his hands clenched the sheets when I came in.
“Shh,” I whisper, shutting the door behind me. “You’ll wake them.”
“Miggy—”
