Chapter 39

Using broad strokes, he licked along the upper planes of Bud’s ass. Finding no complaint, on his next sweep, David dug his tongue down a little deeper, eliciting a contented sigh from his lover. Emboldened, David parted Bud’s firm globes and dove down for the main prize. Bud’s body jolted, but somehow David knew it wasn’t due to him being grossed out. The smell. It was Bud of course, but a concentrated, muskier, version of Bud. It wasn’t dirty and disgusting, just more powerful, very erotic.

Bud’s rosebud was clean, David had feared otherwise. This he believed was the main reason why he hadn’t ventured into rimming previously. He made a mental note to ask Bud sometime why he too had nevertried it. That thought made him sad. Pushing it aside, David formed his tongue into a point, and jabbed it at Bud’s opening, which was doing its best to resist.

“Oh,” Bud groaned. “That’s great. Ah. Ooh, yeah. Make love to me. Take me, give it to me.”