Page 14 of It's All You

Watching Beau orgasm, knowing I’m the one who made him come… god, it’s doing a number on my head. I’ve never felt so powerful before, so confident in what I was doing, so certain that this was right. Now, though, with the afterglow of his orgasm fading, doubt is creeping in. This is a new experience for Beau. It’s normal for him to be curious. It doesn’t mean he’ll want to do it again. Or if he’ll want to do it again with me.

Beau pauses with his hands on the fly of my pants. “Can I?” he asks, waiting for permission like a kid waits for his mom to say okay before tearing into a present.

I close my eyes and try to take a calming breath. It’s one thing for me to jack Beau off. I know my way around another man’s dick, and to him, a hand is just a hand, right? It’s something else entirely to have Beau touch me like that. We’ve already gone way further than I’d ever dreamed. He’s already ruined me for anyone else. I need to draw the line somewhere.

“Beau, you don’t have to,” I say, finishing the sentence I’d started earlier. It’s more difficult to claim plausible deniability once he’s held another guy’s cock.

Beau growls and when I open my eyes, I find his jaw set and his eyes flashing with determination. He looks like he did on the football field right before a play, or at the gym when he’s going for a personal best.

He undoes my pants without waiting for me this time, folding back the two sides, then curling his fingers under the waistband of my briefs and tugging it all down.

“Fuck, Beau.” My cock lies on my stomach, throbbing and leaking. The head is an angry purple.

Beau stares at it wide-eyed, and for once I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Is that a look of wonder? Or a look of shocked disgust?

His tongue slips out and he wets his lips. His chest expands like he’s taking in a deep breath. Then he runs the tips of his finger, feather-light down the length of my dick.

My cock jumps at the touch and I suck in a gasp.

“Is that okay?” The concern in his voice sounds genuine and I let out a stilted, strangled laugh.

“Yeah, it’s more than okay. It’s… oh god.”

Beau’s taken my cock and wrapped his big calloused hand around it. “It’s like holding my own dick, but not. Like, holding it in my hand feels normal. But I don’t feel my hand on my dick. I can imagine how it feels, but I can’t actually feel it.”

I’m going to die while Beau dissects the mysteries of the fucking universe.

“That must be what you feel, right? Like when I jerk off. It feels good. That’s what you feel.”

“Jesus, Beau.”

“Huh.”

That goddamn “huh,” again. He’s killing me. I’m going to burst a vein in my cock and then Beau will have to explain to my parents how I died. Not my problem. I’ll be dead.

Beau moves his hand, a careful glide up so the engorged head is in the middle of his palm. He twists his wrist and the pleasure that rushes through me is so intense it borders on pain. He swirls his thumb around my glans, presses it into my slit. My hips come off the couch, needing more friction, but Beau backs off. The bastard.

“Beau, please, harder.”

He pauses for a moment like he’s trying to figure out what I mean. Then he gives a single nod and bends forward.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BEAU

I’m not entirely certain what possessed me to stick my tongue out and lick the pre-cum off Gavin’s dick, but I’m sure glad I did. The taste explodes in my mouth—musky and potent and a little bit bitter. The second my brain registers the flavor, it immediately wants more. I wrap my lips around the head of Gavin’s cock and suck like I’m drinking through a straw.

Gavin screams. His hips shoot forward, shoving several inches of cock past my lips. His hands come to my head, fingers gripping my hair. The sting in my scalp sends shivers down my spine and I moan.

“Oh, fuck, Beau, Jesus, fuck, Christ.”

I suck some more, familiarizing myself with the weight and texture of Gavin’s cock on my tongue, the way I have to open my jaw to accommodate him. I like how his voice goes up an octave when I suck a certain way, or when I wiggle my tongue into his piss slit. It’s kind of like I’m playing an instrument and this one is particularly responsive.

There’s something meditative about giving a blowjob that’s never occurred to me before—I mean, why would it, but still. My eyes flutter closed as I work my tongue and lips around this sensitive piece of flesh. It’s so hard and yet covered in skin so soft. The contrast is fascinating—mesmerizing.

The scent of him makes me a little lightheaded. It floods my senses, blocking out anything and everything except Gavin and his arousal. I want this to last forever. I want to know what it’s like to have him come undone under my touch.

“Beau! Beau! Fuck! Beau! Stop! I’m going to come!”

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