Page 43 of Provoking the Punter

“Just wondering since you like cum. And you didn’t ask me.”

“You said you hadn’t been with anyone since your ex.” He wasn’t licking now, only stroking, teasing the slit with his thumb, instead of his tongue.

“But I didn’t say if he’d cheated or if it had been an open relationship, or that I’d been tested since. You need to be careful.”

“Another reason I restricted what I did. I always used a condom, even if they told me not to bother.” He wet his lip. “Should I be concerned?”

“No, I’m not an irresponsible dick.” But others might be, and he didn’t want Garrett to run out into the wilds of gay Austin and be hurt. He didn’t want him running off anywhere. He wanted him to stay right where he was. “Please continue to enjoy.”

He shoved his briefs down as much as he could, and Garrett took the hint, maneuvering Chester’s jeans to his ankles while sucking his cock. He hoped Garrett became a little more adventurous, but he seemed content to play with his cock and balls and piercing… which Chester was enjoying.

Maybe he should increase the size again for a little more weight?

“How do you take more?” It could have been an innocent question except for the way Garrett looked up at him, his lips only a whisper away from the ruddy head of his cock.

He forced out a breath and used his heels and toes to shove off his shoes so he could step out of his clothes. He needed a moment, or he’d come on Garrett’s face, and the idea of licking cum out of his dimples and kissing him with it still on his tongue was a little too enticing. His dick jumped.

“Throat angle.” He glanced at Garrett’s cock. No, he wanted that in his ass. “Another time for that. Wriggle up the bed and grab the lube and condoms.”

Garrett didn’t argue that they didn’t need the condoms. Watching him move and stretch for the supplies, Chester imagined it would be far too easy to grow used to seeing him around the house. It would be like living with an oversized cat that ate far too much and loved chasing balls…

He smothered a laugh.

“What?” Garrett held up the box and tube. “Are they wrong?”

“No, honey.” Chester crawled over him to kiss him. “I was thinking how much you love balls… of all kinds.”

He blushed. “With yours, I can take my time.”

“For which I am very glad because I definitely want more than two minutes?—”

“The two minutes that includes walking on? Try less than 1.3 seconds to catch and get it away.”

Chester stared at him. “You’re timed?”

“Are you kidding? Yeah. Speed, hang time, and accuracy.”

“Hang time?”

“How long the ball is in the air.”

“You can control that?”

“Yeah. I’ll teach you how to handle balls fast another time.” He tossed Chester’s words back at him.

“I’m not very good at catching balls. Or kicking them.” And growing up playing sports cost money. Running and swimming were cheap. All he needed were sneakers for the former, and swimming in the river or the dam was free.

“I’m not very good at swallowing dick, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to try.”

“Fair.”

“I’ll send you some clips.”

Chester grinned. “Same.”

“You’re going to give me video to review for blow jobs?”

He laughed. He couldn’t help it. “It’s called porn.”

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