Page 81 of Reinventing Cato
“But you only do that on my birthday.”
He caught hold of Cato’s hand, pulled it up to his own mouth and licked. This time, Cato was the one who groaned and Vigge felt it in his balls.
“Last chance,” Vigge muttered. “Or I’ll punish you when we get home.”
“You mean youwon’ttie me up and spank me? You know how much I love that. Oh sir, you’re so cruel.”
“Stop fucking around and suck me off.”
The moment Cato’s mouth wrapped around him, Vigge felt as if he’d jumped on board an out-of-control train. Cato’s fingers stayed tight around the base of Vigge’s cock, gently squeezing as his tongue, lips, mouth worked their magic.
“That’s good. Have you been practising like I told you?” Vigge tightened his hold on Cato’s head.
Cato took his mouth off him long enough to say, “Blowjob night school twice a week as requested.”
Vigge heard someone in the bathroom laugh and he winced.
“Took me ten goes but I eventually passed the deep-throating exam.” Cato sucked hard and Vigge hissed.
As Cato increased pressure and speed, Vigge rocked his hips, driving his cock deeper.
“Christ. Yeah. There. Perfect.” Vigge’s breathing grew increasingly laboured and erratic.
He tightened his hold on Cato’s hair and Cato let go of his dick and pressed his fingers into the seam of Vigge’s arse, pulling him in deeper until all of Vigge’s cock was…How in hell can he…?“That feels so good. Jesus.”
Cato was making noises too, slurping and humming and groaning as he played games with Vigge’s dick, pulling back every now and again to take a breath.
“You taste nice.” Cato licked the crest, sliding his tongue back and forth over the slit.
Vigge was glad he had something solid at his back, because his knees… He curled his toes in his shoes and gave a groan that echoed around the room.
“All of me in your throat,” Vigge ordered. “Now.”
“All ten inches? You’ll hit my stomach.”
There was a snort of laughter from outside the door and Vigge’s shoulders shook as he chuckled. Then Cato took a deep breath, did something with his throat muscles… Vigge had no idea what, but his cock was sliding deeper, then it wasn’t Cato giving him a blowjob, but him fucking Cato’s mouth. All the way.Christ!Cato’s eyes were glazed over. Cato swallowed and when the muscles of his throat squeezed Vigge’s dick, Vigge knew he was going to come.
He could barely keep his eyes open, but he equally couldn’t tear his gaze from Cato’s face. Cato kept going and going, Vigge’s cock shunting back and forth and Vigge’s vision blurred.
“Don’t you dare miss a drop,” Vigge gasped.
His cock jerked, swelled and that was it. He spurted into Cato’s throat, then mouth as he pulled back, worried about choking him, struggling to stay upright as spasms wrenched his body. Vigge cried out with every expulsion of come, his groans of pleasure going on and on.
A round of applause from the other side of the door shut him up.
Cato laughed, then softly caressed Vigge’s spent cock with his tongue before pulling up his shorts and jeans. Cato fastened him up before he pushed to his feet, then dragged his fingers through his rumpled hair.
“What about you?” Vigge whispered.
“Later.”
When Cato reached to unlock the door, Vigge caught hold of his wrist. “Wait until it’s empty.”
“You don’t want that fifth star?”
Vigge hesitated, then let him go, but when the door opened, there was no one there.
“No walk of pride so it doesn’t count,” Cato said. “You still have one more star to earn.”
