Page 311 of Rage

"Not so little," I say, raking my eyes down his muscular body. "Might want to get started changing out of those pants if you're going to make it to the old folk's home on time."

"Retirement home," he corrects. "And I thought… I thought you'd be the one taking your pants off this time?"

His voice is almost sheepish, and he can barely look me in the eye. And just like that, I'm hard. To be fair, I've been halfway here since this morning, but one look at his sweet, shy expression and I'm moments from blowing my load.

"How about we both get naked and see how we're feeling?" I'm desperate to see him in all his glory. So far, all our play has been stolen moments in dark corners.

Like I have all the time and patience in the world, I kick off my shoes. Unbuttoning my shirt as I walk towards him, I lay it neatly over the edge of the couch. I do the same with my pants, letting Adam make a meal out of watching me strip down for him. And then I'm standing there in nothing but a pair of black low-rise briefs that are doing very little to hold back my straining erection. I cup myself and cock my head to the side.

"I want to see you," I tell him, my voice gravelly and low.

As if he'd forgotten what he was supposed to be doing, Adam makes quick work of stripping down to his white boxers. The head of his cock is peeking through the slit in the front.

"All of it."

Like the good boy he is, Adam drops his boxers and lets me see him. All that perfect golden skin and sculpted muscle. And then there's his cock. Of course he has a big, thick, gorgeous cock. Not that mine is anything to scoff at. I'm pretty proud of it. But Adam's cock is something to behold. He's thick and long, much bigger than mine. The head of his cock is bulbous and pink, the circumcised skin taut and flushed with blood flow. He's got neatly groomed pubic hair that manages to look soft and luxurious, and large, heavy balls pulled up close to his body.

I can tell just from the way he's holding himself still, the tremble in his limbs, and the way his breathing comes in small, harsh pants that it won't take much to make him come. He's been pretty quick to the trigger the few times I've messed around with him so far. It makes him so much fun to play with.

"You're dripping for me," I say, eyes glued on the pearls of liquid that drip from his tip.

Slowly, like I'm stalking prey, I move into his space. Brushing a finger over the dark pink head of his cock, I bring it to my lips before changing my mind, reaching out to smear it across his lips instead. Adam's eyes dilate and fix to my mouth. He's near vibrating with tension, or excitement, I'm not sure which is the more prevalent feeling at the moment. Cupping the back of his neck, I pull him closer. I lick at his lips, tasting his cum and his nervousness, before gripping the back of his head with both hands to steady him while I thrust my tongue deep inside his mouth. I kiss him like a starving man, licking into him until he's breathless and needy. His cock glides along mine and presses into my stomach. I don't even think he's aware his body is trying to rut against mine.

I pull my lips from his, still holding his head in place while I look into his eyes. I like him like this. He looks wrecked. Out of his mind with lust, in a headspace that his internalized homophobia and self-consciousness can't reach. All mine to do with as I please.

Without a word, I dig my fingers into the back of his hair. "Get on your knees for me, Adam. Worship my cock."

His eyes shutter. I'm not sure if it's because of arousal or if I've offended his delicate sensibilities, but either way, he drops slowly to his knees in front of me. He doesn't touch me or look away from my eyes. A jolt of arousal shoots through me like electricity when I realize he's waiting for me to tell him what to do. I could give him permission to explore and take it slow, let him ease into it. But we don't have that kind of time and I don't have that kind of patience.

Gripping the base of my cock, I give myself a few slow strokes before guiding the head to Adam's lips. I paint his lips with my pre-cum, making them glossy. His tongue darts out to taste me on his lips, first tentatively, then rolling his lips in to clean them.

"You like that, sweet boy?" The nod he gives me, his eyes dark with need and apprehension, makes my cock pulse in my hand. Is he doing this because he really wants to, or because he wants to please me in return for all the things I've made him feel? Have I made him feel obligated?

Maybe.

"Lick it."

Adam darts his tongue out to give my cockhead a quick, tentative lick, rolling my taste around his mouth before doing it again. This time it's a longer, firmer swipe over the whole head. Then he runs the flat of his tongue up the underside of my cock, from where my hand is holding the base, all the way to the tip. He licks me like a melting popsicle on a hot day, and that's exactly how I'm starting to feel. I watch him for a few minutes,intrigued by his growing confidence and interest in his task. It's taking all the self-control I have not to explode all over his face before he's even sucked me properly.

"That's good. Now open that pretty mouth for me, Adam. Nice and wide."

Adam takes a shaky breath and does as I command. The sight of this Adonis on his knees, mouth open and waiting, has me tightening my grip around my base and pulling my balls roughly to stave off orgasm. Not too slowly, but with more restraint than I thought I had, I feed my cock between his lips and push inside. I rub the head of my cock on his tongue in small thrusts before pushing farther back, all the way until I reach his gag reflex. I don't pull back, holding still. With one hand gripping the base of my cock, I use the other to push a lock of loose hair off his forehead and caress his cheek. My fingers stroke his jaw and slide down his neck, soothing him.

"Breathe through your nose and relax. That's better. Good. So good," I praise as I begin to thrust again.

I can hear his short breaths coming through his nostrils, and his neck all but lolls back, letting me have control of this throat, which I take advantage of. I test the limits of what both of us can take, fucking into him in harder, deeper thrusts.

"God damn. You take me so good."

He gags on a deep thrust, and it does something to me that I should probably be ashamed of. With one hand on the back of his head, and the other on his throat, I indulge in the vibrations of his moans and gags. His hands come up to rest on my thighs, but he doesn't push me away or stop me. He lets me face fuck his virgin throat until the vibrations of his moans and gagging drives me to an edge I can't come back with. Adam falls back on his heels and gasps in ragged breaths when I pull out of his hot, wet mouth.

"Fuuuuuck," I groan, as thick white streams of cum jet from my cock and splash across Adam's sweet, unsuspecting face. He cries out, and I feel something warm and wet hit my inner calf and across one of my feet.

Jesus, did he just come?

"Oh, you sweet, dirty boy. You liked choking on my cock so much you made a mess. Or is it the mess you liked?" I ask, wiping the cum from his eyes. He groans when I force my fingers into his mouth, feeding him my orgasm. "Who knew you'd be such a dirty little cum slut?" His face flames, and he tries to close his eyes, but I'm not having it. "My sweet cum slut," I say, bending down to hover my mouth over his. I lick my own release from his cheek before shoving my tongue into his mouth. He sucks at it greedily.

Adam only balks a little when I straighten and tell him to clean up the mess he made. I tsk and shake my head when he reaches for his discarded t-shirt on the ground. Now that his lust has passed, and he has some mental clarity, he's second guessing himself and what he clearly knows I want him to do. I keep my face impassive but expectant, my lips curving into a cruel smile when Adam bends to complete his task. By the time Adam has licked up half his own mess from my leg and foot, he's nearly hard again.

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