Page 20 of View From the Bottom

“Not yet.”

Fuck, he was going to kill me with this teasing.

“Anything else? Anything specific?”

I was almost begging for a piece of him as the words fell from my mouth. “Your hole. The way your sweat mixes with your soap to make this intoxicating scent. The way you taste when I lick you deep. The way your thick, dark hair trails up your crack and lightly coats your cheeks. The fucking shape of it.”

“Fuck, Marco. You’re getting me going.”

“The way you look like a man. The way you act like a man. The way you treat me when we’re out. The way you treat me when we’re in. Like now. Like a little boy that’s here to worship you. A real man.”

Frankie’s dick grew even firmer and leaked a bit of precome as he brought his arms down and rested his hands behind him on the bed.

“Come lick my balls. I haven’t gotten off in a few days and they’ve been aching. And I know you’ve been aching for them too.”

Frankie’s hairy sack was in my mouth before he finished his sentence, my nose buried in his pubes, the base of his thick cock planted firmly against my cheek. I inhaled his scent as I bathed his balls with my tongue, licking them clean, sucking on them and rolling them around in my mouth. His hand grasped the back of my head and forced me deeper between his legs, heavy moans squeezing their way from between his lips.

I was in such ecstasy with my face buried in his crotch that the room went dark. Or maybe my eyes were closed. Or maybe my face was simply obscured by my boyfriend’s thighs. What color were the walls? What was that sound outside the window just now? Did Trent make it out of our apartment? Was he safely on his way back to Jersey? None of it mattered because I was exactly where I needed to be.

Frankie’s grip released my head and I desperately tried to get his cock in my mouth, but I was denied the opportunity. He instead rolled back on the bed and hooked an elbow behind his left knee, giving me access to something else I’d been craving: his tight hole.

Somehow, even with a leg hiked in the air, Frankie exuded masculine energy, a stoic but comfortable ease that seemed to put me in my place between his legs.

I first nipped at his taint, using my tongue to trace the seam between his balls and his asshole, lightly licking and tickling the hairs that curled around each other and added to Frankie’s manly allure. He sighed heavy sighs and verbalized his pleasure as I made my way lower and used the tip of my tongue to trace a route through the crack of his ass.

My teasing didn’t last long, though. A precious prize had been presented to me and I had every intention of accepting it.I soon covered his opening with my lips and kissed him, softly at first, then more aggressively, using my tongue to trace circles around his pucker and open him enough to just barely taste the goodness within.

His earthy musk, the lovely scent that he exuded after a day of traveling, was as deep as it was intoxicating. The sweetest hint of citrus from his soap lay recessive under the more potent mixture of sweat and sex he naturally manifested.

I devoured him without inhibition or pretense, allowing myself to experience him wholly. To indulge in the essence of something so primal, so carnal that many people would deny themselves the opportunity in the name of decency. I was more than happy to feel indecent, to physically express the indecency that had grown paramount in my mind over the last few weeks of bittersweet denial.

Frankie moaned out as I bored myself into him, as I sensually explored his most private place, a place only I was allowed unfettered entry into. Only wild animals whose very nature it was in to burrow through the earth would know how I felt as I attempted to reach depths unreachable. I was desperate to taste more of him, and my dick leaked and leaked at the idea of entering him with my hard cock, pushing myself into him, opening him, stretching him, fucking him until I filled him with my seed.

I wanted that. But that wasn’t in the cards. This was Frankie’s show. He would set the stage and direct. And I had a strong feeling that I would be the one stuffed with his wanting cock tonight. And honestly, my hole was begging for it.

“Get up,” he grunted.

What? No. I wasn’t done rimming him yet.

Frankie repositioned himself on the bed so that his back rested against the pillows, spreading his legs and locking hisfingers behind his neck. I crawled onto the bed between his thighs and looked into his eyes, awaiting my next instruction.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes,” I begged, unintentionally bucking my hips at the suggestion.

“Suck it,” he commanded, so affirmatively, so assuredly.

I lowered myself to my stomach and gently kissed the tip of his cock, not only to put my submission on display but to savor the taste of his precome before I swallowed him whole. I licked at the drop cradled in his slit and pulled it into my mouth with my tongue, a clear string of fluid connecting us.

“That’s it, baby. Taste me. Swallow my fucking precome. I know you’ve been hungry for it.”

My tongue darted back out and slid up the underside of his hard dick, barely touching the tip before I opened my mouth and slid his length into my throat once again, pleasuring him, making him feel like the deserving man he was.

Frankie again grasped the back of my head, lightly rubbing at the tight fade of my crew cut as I went to town on him, licking and sucking and teasing him with my tongue. I was so lost in him and the anticipation of my impending orgasm that I didn’t notice the pressure caused by the weight of another body behind me pressing into the mattress. I only noticed when a pair of hands gently gripped my thighs and pulled them apart so the tip of a tongue could be placed against my opening.

Trent’s tongue.

It wasn’t the first time I’d felt that eager muscle tracing lines across my body, forging between my lips, thrusting against my tight hole. I was surprised at first, but I fell right into the sensations, allowing Trent’s tongue to dance around my opening, to glide up and down my crevice, to poke and prod at me until my body allowed him a bit of entry.

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