Chapter 4

While his eyes were still closed, I leaned in to kiss his mouth and found his taste addictive. With both hands in his hair now, I yanked his head to the side and forced my tongue inside. His whimpers spurred me on to dominate, make him beg for more.

I pulled away briefly to order, “Open your mouth wide, boy.”

Once he did so, I fucked his tonsils and sucked on his tongue like it was a thick, meaty cock. While swapping spit, I moved a hand down to fist his cock, which had distended the pouch of the jockstrap. His rod was hard as steel, yet he didn’t thrust because I hadn’t told him to—not yet. I pulled his cock out of the pouch. His length throbbed in my hand and leaked a little at the tip.

Against his mouth, I said, “This is gonna burn, boy. Do you want that? To feel the dry burn of my hand up and down your dick?”

He dribbled a little more from the tip. It would make him slightly slick, but not enough to reduce the sharp friction ahead.