Page 112 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
Devan fluttered his tongue over the head of Jonty’s dick. “You taste so good,” he whispered.
“You’re not allowed to talk if I can’t,” Jonty blurted.
As Devan teased more precome from his slit, he wrapped his hand around Jonty’s balls and pressed down. When he put his lips around the head of Jonty’s cock and swallowed him down to the root in one go, Jonty shook, his balance shot as if he were being tumbled by the sea. He tried to shove his hips forward, tried to persuade Devan tomove, but Devan took his time.
Jonty threaded his fingers in Devan’s hair as Devan moved his mouth up and down, lips shielding his teeth, then using his teeth very gently, biting, kissing, sucking, up and down, on and on, while he maintained the pressure on Jonty’s balls and held his orgasm at bay. While his cock was in Devan’s mouth, Jonty touched Devan’s cheek, felt his dick move against his fingers, and gasped. Then Devan swallowed him down again and took hold of Jonty’s hand to let him feel his cock in his throat.
“I give in,” Jonty blurted. “It was me who covered the chemistry teacher’s car in shaving foam and wrecked the paint work. I mean, what do they put in that stuff? I lied to the police, but I’m not lying to you. It was me who did it.”
Devan released his hold on Jonty’s balls and Jonty knew he was going to lose it any moment.
“Devan! Please. Oh God.”
Devan jacked him off and sucked at the same time. Lightning flickered down Jonty’s spine, and the need to come began to overwhelm him. There was a tightening sensation in his gut that he managed to cling onto for a moment, the slight discomfort morphing to goose-bumped bliss as fire exploded in his balls. Jonty wailed as his shaft pulsed and jerked, filling Devan’s mouth with come.
Oh God, I’ll drown him.Could he actually do that?Had that ever happened?
Devan kept him in his mouth as he came down, licked him through the aftershocks, cleaning his cock with soft laps of his tongue until the overstimulation grew too much and Jonty could have cried. But before he could beg Devan to stop, Devan licked his way back up his chest, over each nipple until he stood in front of him.
“Sexually compatible?” Devan asked looking too smug.
“I feel like crying. It’s such a shame.”
Devan laughed and leaned forward to brush his lips over Jonty’s.
“I do taste good though,” Jonty said. “That’s a plus.”
Devan bent down to his trousers and stood up with a condom and a sachet of lube.
“Were you a boy scout?” Jonty whispered. “Did you get a badge for this? Always prepared?”
“I was never in the scouts.” Devan ran his finger down Jonty’s chest. “I want to fuck you through the wall.”
Jonty whimpered. “And lose your deposit?”
“Turn around.”
“Are you always this bossy?” Jonty faced the wall.
“I’m amazed you’re doing as you’re told.”
“I’m still worrying about the sexual compatibility thing.”
Jonty heard the snap of latex, then the rip of Devan opening the lube. He widened his stance and pressed his face into his bent arm. Slick wet fingers stroked down the seam of his backside, then one finger pushed, and they both groaned. Well, Jonty yelped but…Oh God.The curl of a finger over his prostate and his dick was miraculously resurrected. He was going to call his cock Lazarus.
Devan pressed his mouth to Jonty’s neck and nipped with his teeth as he finger-fucked him. When one finger became two, Jonty whimpered.
“Fuck me,” Jonty pleaded. “Oh God. I need you inside me. Do you need me to talk dirty? Because I’m not good at that.”
Devan’s stubble rubbed across his shoulders and he added a third finger. “Try.”
“Please, please.” Jonty moaned. “Now. Stop messing around. You’ll try and get your whole hand in there in a minute to get me ready and you don’t need to, your cock’s not that big.”
He felt Devan shake as he laughed, then the fingers were gone and Jonty had his back against the wall instead of his chest. He wasn’t sure how Devan did it, but Jonty found himself off the ground, wrapped around Devan, arms around his neck, legs around his waist, pressed back against the wall with Devan’s cock nudging his hole.
“You didn’t tell me you were Superman,” Jonty blurted. “Now I’m glad you did all that weight training in the gym.”
“From the moment you stood up with that Flake in your mouth…” Devan’s breathing was noisy and unsteady. “I thought about doing this.” Devan pushed inside him, one long, hard yet slow drive that brought a long wail from Jonty’s throat.
