Page 29 of Choke Up

JOHNNY: Meet me in the visitor's dugout in twenty minutes. Blindfolded, hands behind your back.

I use the locker room to take a quick shower, focusing on the important parts that I'm hoping Ellis is about to get acquainted with. I barely showered earlier, because I'd gotten this dumb idea and wanted to scout the dugouts. There are cameras at the entrances to the sports complex, and I wanted to confirm there weren't any pointed toward the field. It's been too hard, pun intended, to be around Ellis lately. Once I noticed how round and tight his ass looks in the uniform pants he wears to play bat boy, it was all over. I nearly got us caught and risked Ellis finding out who I am. I need to be smarter. Unfortunately, I'm not smart enough to just walk away. Especially when fucking Tripp Landon might offer him everything he wants and needs.

Ellis is mine. He might not know it, and Tripp certainly doesn't know it. But I do.

And wouldn't you know it? I didn't even have to find an excuse to get him to the dugouts in the middle of the night. He offered it up on a silver platter, and I'll be damned if I can resist.

He's late, but he shows up and immediately pulls the headband down over his eyes before making a show out of crossing his wrists behind his back. My cock twitches with anticipation, but I wait him out. I sit toward the back of the home dugout, watching him for another ten minutes. Every time an owl hoots or a bug chirps, he turns his head to listen, but he never moves to uncross his wrists or remove the blindfold. Eventually, he sits down, and I worry he might give up. Slowly and quietly, I make my way across home plate. I make it all the way to the entrance to the dugout before he hears me. He moves to stand, but I tell him to stay where he is. He smirks, and I know he's making fun of my disguised voice again.

Stepping closer, I let my hand rest on his shoulder before slowly trailing my fingers up his neck. Ellis shivers, and with that one simple touch, his smirk is wiped off his face and transferred to mine. My fingers dig into the nape of his hair, and he allows me to move his head, so he's facing up. Ellis lets out a sigh, his mouth dropping open slightly. I bend forward and brush my lips against his. Before the kiss can grow too heated, I pull back and stand, releasing his hair from the elastic it's tied back in. His dark hair falls around his neck, not quite touching his shoulders. I take a moment to just look at him like this, blindfolded and at my mercy. An unbidden, involuntary sound emanates from my chest; a rumbling sound that's a cross between a growl and a purr.

Straddling the bench next to him, I turn his body to put his back against my chest. I move his arms to link behind my neck, pressing them firmly to imply they should stay. My cold fingers tickle up his sides, snaking around his body to feel the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt. One hand sprawls over his flat stomach, the other palming his chest.

I've never touched another man the way I touch Ellis. Never even considered it. It's different from touching a woman. Although Ellis has curves and soft features that could almost be considered feminine, the hard planes of his abs and chest, his deep voice, and the way he smells are all distinctly masculine. There's no mistaking that I'm touching a man, even before my hands journey south to cup his denim-clad erection. It's not just his body that's different, though. I've never been so out of my mind turned on by just being near a woman, the way I am with him. What I can't figure out is why.

When my thoughts first started straying outside of brotherly, I did a lot of soul searching. At first, I tried to deny my attraction, writing it off as a trick of my imagination. My affection for him as my best friend's brother was confused. My awareness of him was just me being annoyed that he was always around. When I've tried to look at other men that way, I feel nothing. Gay porn does nothing for me. It's just…him. It's something I've started coming to terms with since that night in the utility closet. Because since that day, he's all I can think about.

Is it the forbidden element that's snared me? Maybe. Although I've never noticed anyone else's siblings, male or female, like this before. Hell, I've had friends with really hot sisters that I could easily imagine myself hooking up with that didn't get me this wound up.

Ellis moans when my fingers pinch around one of his hard nipples, and my cock twitches against the small of his back. He arches into me and I reach for his crotch, cupping him at the apex of his thighs and pulling his body into mine. The pressure of his ass against my groin sends a wave of desperate need through me, and all I want to do is strip us both down and touch every inch of his skin with mine. I've never been good at holding myself back from what I want, and having him in my hands like this is a cruel tease.

My fingers undo the fly of his jeans and dip inside his briefs.

"So hard for me," I rumble against his ear, palming his cock roughly.

His head tips back against my shoulder, angling so I can take his mouth in a hard kiss. His hips jerk forward to thrust into my touch, but I close my arm around him, banding him against me so he can't squirm as much while I explore. I scratch my nails through his soft pubes and fondle his balls, rolling them around in my big hand. He lets out a soft frustrated growl the third time I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke once before moving on to touch him elsewhere. I chuckle at the way he straddles the line of cute and sexy, but it’s cut off when he drops one of his arms and directs my hand back to his cock. With his fingers over mine, he guides my hand to squeeze around his cock and stroke him. I let out a low curse at the thump in my balls as he uses my hand to jerk himself. With his hand on mine, I squeeze and stroke until his breath hitches and he's moaning loudly.

The name Johnny on his lips has me pulling my hand back when he's close to the edge. His sound of protest is caught in a squeal of surprise as I manhandle him to turn around and face me. I push him to lie back on the bench and pull his pants just below his ass to give his jutting erection more room. Then I lean over and hook my arms beneath his thighs. His eager cock twitches as I close my mouth around him, sucking so hard and fast that Ellis can't do more than cry out a curse before he's exploding in my mouth.

For someone who's never sucked a cock or considered taking another man's load in my mouth before, I sure do fucking love it. I love the way he tastes, and I'm careful not to let one drop go to waste. Even after he's softening in my mouth, I keep licking and sucking him, rolling my tongue between his foreskin and his shaft to catch every bit of his release. My nose rubs into his pubic hair, inhaling the musky scent of his sweat and arousal as my mouth dips lower, licking his taint and sucking each ball into my mouth. Ellis combs his fingers through my hair, his grip tightening whenever something hurts, tickles, or feels good. My cock hurts, pressing into the bench as my hips jerk involuntarily with every taste of him. I pepper the insides of his thighs with hickeys so dark, they're obvious even in the dim light.

"I want to mark you everywhere," I growl. "So anyone that gets to see your pretty little cock knows I was here first."

Ellis forces himself to sit up, blindly reaching to pull my face to his. "You're going to fucking ruin me," he groans against my mouth.

"That's the plan, baby boy."

I swallow the helpless sounds he makes, pulling him into my lap. He licks into my mouth, stealing the taste of his cum from my tongue. A hand drops between our bodies, pushing into the waistband of my athletic pants and wrapping his hand around my cock. The head of my cock is wet, dripping with proof of my arousal. Ellis' palm rolls over the head and spreads the pre-cum down my shaft, using it to lube his strokes. It's not enough though, and he pulls away.

"I want to taste you," he says. And fuck if I don't almost come just from the sound of his voice saying those words, and the way his tongue wets his lips as he says them.

Pulling him closer to my body, I hold his legs around me and stand, turning toward the fence that separates the field from the dugout. In a few short steps, his back is pressed against the chain link, and it bows with our weight as I thrust myself against him. His zipper is rough against my balls, pinching me, and I realize it must be digging into him as well, so I carefully let him down. His feet touch the ground, but he keeps sinking lower as he drops to his knees. My fingers grip the chain link, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation of his hand steadying my cock, the hot brush of his breath over my skin before his lips brush against me lightly. The soft caress becomes more confident, open-mouthed kisses as he explores my cock with his mouth. Drops of pre-cum follow as he trails kisses from the tip, all the way down to the root, before he presses the flat of his tongue against my shaft and licks all the way back to my slit. My cock jerks so hard he has to grip me harder to keep it still while he laps at my leaking tip. Then his mouth encloses around the head and I throw my head back, suppressing a roar as an orgasm threatens.

My hand joins his, squeezing the base of my cock to stave off the impending eruption. I have to squeeze harder when I chance a glance down at the flush of his cheeks peeking from below the blindfold, his mouth open wide and stretched around my cock. I keep my hand there, helping feed him more of my cock. My mouth drops open the more of me he takes until I'm touching the back of his throat.

"Oh, holy fuck," I choke out.

He hums around me and I shiver, pulling out and slowly thrusting back in, careful not to give him too much. Ellis pulls the legs of my pants until they drop lower on my thighs, resting his hands just below my ass. The pressure of his hands encourages me to keep moving, and his grip tightens, attempting to pull me into him even more. I falter, nearly buckling at the knees, and I have to let go of my cock to steady myself against the fence. The metal wire bites into my skin as my fingers grip the chain link tighter. The sharp bite of pain helps me refocus, and it's a good thing. Without my hand around the base of my shaft to control the depth, Ellis is taking me so deep he chokes. My veins flush with heat at the pressure of his throat contracting around my cock. I desperately wish I could see his bright blue eyes looking up at me while he gives me the best fucking blow job of my life.

Has he done this before?

The idea of Ellis on his knees for anyone else sends a flash of anger through me, and I reach down to grab him by his hair. The little cry he lets out is muffled by the cock still stuffed in his mouth, but it's enough for me to loosen my grip slightly so as not to hurt him.

"You're mine, pretty boy," I growl.

Keeping my firm grip on his hair, I control his mouth, thrusting to meet his face. With each drive of my hips, he makes a wet, gurgled choking sound that makes my nuts seize up. I pull back a little to let him breathe, but after sucking in a few breaths, his mouth slack and drooling, he tugs forward and opens his mouth again. The way he acts so greedy for my cock makes me wild, and I fuck his mouth with barely restrained control. His noises get louder the harder I thrust into his throat, part gagging, part moans that make me feel dizzy. My balls tighten and throb, edging toward an explosion.

"Fuck, I'm going to come."

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