Page 136 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“A tiger and two cubs. Why is your base full of holes?”
“Worms.”
Devan tried to stretch dough over the biggest hole and made another one.
“Stop poking it, Mr Worm.” Jonty elbowed him.
“Should I try tossing it?”
“Are you good at tossing?”
“I like to think so. I’ve had many years’ practice.”
“Don’t toss it,” Jonty said. “You’ll drop it and you’re not eating my tiger. I might let you have a cub if you can get it in your mouth at one go.”
Jonty helped him lift his mess onto the tray. “We cover it with protective film, then watch it get bigger. Hmm, why does that sound familiar? Is it my dirty mind?”
“You have a dirty mind? Shall I wash it for you?”
“You’re getting too mouthy. That’s my job.”
“You want a glass of wine, or a beer?”
“Beer would be good.”
Devan took two bottles from the fridge and knocked the tops off. “How long do we need to wait before we put the topping on?”
“Long enough.”
Jonty dropped to his knees, took a mouthful of cold beerandDevan’s cock and Devan almost levitated. “Fucking hell.”
“Not fucking heaven? Can you come in the next ten minutes?” Jonty grinned up at him.
The answer turned out to beyes. All over Jonty’s face. And although Devan had planned to keep his cock in Jonty’s mouth and let him swallow, seeing his come all over Jonty’s cheeks and lips and throat somehow intensified his orgasm.
“We should do porn.” Jonty stood up licking his lips, a smile on his face.
Devan wet a couple of sheets of kitchen roll and wiped off the mess, though somehow, he wiped Jonty’s smile away too.
“What did I do?” Devan asked.
“You were kind. You don’t only think about yourself.”
That’s because of you.
Jonty brought the trays over. “They’ve swollen so much, we don’t know whose is whose.”
Devan laughed. “I think we do. That one’s mine.” He pointed to Jonty’s. “Life-size.”
“In your dreams. No, I mean inmydreams.”
The pizzas were given their toppings. Jonty managed to make his look even more like a cock and balls before they were put in the oven.
“They won’t take long,” Jonty said. “Ten minutes.”
“Plenty of time.” Devan lifted Jonty onto the island unit. Can you come in ten minutes?”
“No way.”
