Page 33 of Pippin & Nacho

I sat up, grabbed his wrists, and pushed him onto his back. After a quick kiss on his lips, I let him go and worked my way down his body with my mouth. When I reached one of his nipples, I took the tiny bud between my teeth and tugged, remembering what Stone had said. It wasn’t only about giving Sam a blow job. I wanted to build up the need, but I had to pay attention to his reactions, as Stone had explained. I recalled Sam loving the attention I’d given his nipples the last time, so I focused on them, nipping and licking them. He groaned and thrust his cock into me as his hands reached for my hair, tangling his fingers in my curls.

“Do you like that?” I asked, just in case. Stone also told me to talk and ask about Sam’s likes and needs.

“Fuck yeah… I need more, Star.”

Star? Where’d that come from? Then I remembered him saying I was his northern star, his Polaris. I smiled at the endearment, feeling even more special to him. I think I’d always been special to him, but this sealed the deal.

I worked my way down his stomach, more than eager to reach his cock, desperate to please him.

As Sam grew more vocal, so did my confidence.

Finally, I’d reached my destination. His cock was angry-red at this point and leaking everywhere. I licked my lips and drooled at the sight.

“Nate… please. I’m dying here.”

“I’ve got you.”

Without waiting for another beat, I swiped my tongue along his hard length. Sam cried out and arched his back for more, encouraging me to keep going. I recalled my lesson from Stone and did my best to please Sam, running my tongue over and around his length and teasing his tip. He tasted salty and earthy. I wanted more. So much more.

Sitting up on my knees, I grabbed the base of his dick and bent over, meeting his green eyes, blown to black. His fisted hands strangled the sheets, and his eyes rolled up into his head when I took his dick into my mouth. I couldn’t go very deep, but I was sure it wouldn’t matter. I needed to practice more, anyway, trying to be realistic that the first time I did this wouldn’t be mind-blowing.

His fisted hands let go of the sheets and headed straight for my hair as Sam whimpered and groaned. Fuck, I loved his little noises. I had no idea he’d be this responsive, and I relished every bit of it.

“God, you’re really doing it. This is real, right?”

I moaned around him in response and bobbed my head, pushing him deeper into my mouth each time. At one point, Sam thrust into my throat, and I gagged, needing to pop off.

Shit, there was so much saliva, and it dripped everywhere. I used it as lube and stroked his dick as I continued to suck him. It was hard to remember to use my tongue as I did, but I tried.

“Fuck, Star… so good. So good. More.”

While I felt inadequate at the job I was doing, his words made me preen with confidence. Even if it was awkward and messy, and I could barely get half of him down my throat, his words were motivating and kept me going.

Damn, I needed to focus on other areas and not just his cock. When I popped off him again, he cried out, making me chuckle.

“Don’t worry, you’ll finish, but not yet. I don’t want this to be over yet.”

“Nate! No…” he whined.

I grabbed the backs of his thighs and pushed them back, exposing his pink hole that moved open and closed as if sensing what I was about to do. The skin there glistened, covered in my spit. One day my cock would be in there, but not today.

I leaned down, pressing kisses on the backs of his legs, before I took one of his balls into my mouth and suckled it, rolling it along my tongue.

“Fuck… yes.”

After sucking on his balls for a while, I kissed and licked my way down his taint and to his hole. Without hesitation, I swiped the tip of my tongue in a swirl over the tight ring of muscle.

Sam had been so vocal with his words and cute noises the entire time, but now his groan turned guttural and needy.

“Oh, my god… god… fuck. Holy hell…”

His hands worked their way into my hair again and tugged at the strands as he spread his legs, opening up for me. Soon, the muscle became loose enough so that I could insert the tip of my tongue inside.

I thrived on his whimpers and moans. Sam completely opened up to me, inside and out, and solely focused.

As much as I wanted to linger, he needed relief, so I set his legs back down on the bed and attacked his dick again. It was so hot in my mouth and hand, throbbing and leaking. I loved his flavor and couldn’t wait to swallow his cum.

With one hand fisting his length and the other cupping his balls, it didn’t take Sam long to cum. He tried to warn me, but I wouldn’t stop until he was finished. I needed to have all of him. There was a lot of cum, and I tried to swallow all of it, but some dribbled out of my mouth.

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