Page 39 of Truth or Spare

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” Dewey bit into his lip as pleasure swelled and spilled down his limbs and up his spine. “Are you sure—?” he started and attempted to sit up but Theo’s arm stretched and Dewey was pinned to the bed.

Theo raised his lead so he could smirk wickedly at Dewey. “Am I sure?” His tongue flicked and swirled around and around the head.

Dewey nodded. “You don’t have to?—”

“Don’t have to what? This?” Theo sucked at the slit, causing a warm tingle to rush up Dewey’s cock as pre-cum leaked from the end.

“Yeah,” Dewey choked out. “It always feels like I’m being…” His face was on fire and Dewey was sure his ears had already burned off. He couldn’t believe he was even thinking about Shannon. She had tried to blow Dewey a few times but he had stopped her because he felt like he was demeaning her. “It feels selfish,” he managed.

“It is.” Theo hummed and gripped Dewey’s shaft firmly. He watched Dewey as he stroked hard. “I’ve wantedthisfor weeks.Poking me in the back during lessons and taunting me in the workshop… You think I haven’t noticed that you’re almost always hard?”

Dewey covered his face and groaned. “That was because of you!”

“Wirklich? I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.” Theo spread Dewey’s thighs wider and pushed his nose into his sac, inhaling deeply. “Sehr, sehr gut…” His tongue swiped at the tight skin under Dewey’s balls, causing more goosebumps and heat. But Dewey arched and twisted away as fingers trailed along the cleft of his ass. “Shhh… You’re not ready for that,” Theo noted softly and kissed his way back up Dewey’s cock.

“I might be. No one’s ever…” he said but Theo shushed and licked.

“We’ll go back to that later. I’m more interested in this at the moment,” he said and took Dewey deep into his throat and sucked as his hand pumped.

The pleasure was too intense. Dewey’s toes curled as heat and pressure throbbed in his core. “Wait! Fuck!” Dewey tapped urgently at Theo’s cheek and hand. “I’m too close! Not yet!” He didn’t want it to be over before he had a chance to touch, taste, and hold Theo.

“It’s okay,” Theo crooned, kissing his way up Dewey’s body as he wiggled and kicked his trousers off. He threw a leg over Dewey’s hips and pushed off his chest, straddling him. “We’re just getting started and I’m not in a hurry.”

Dewey sat up and wound his arms around Theo. “Oh my God,” he groaned as his hands slid and gripped, pulling Theo closer and Dewey reveled in the feel of his naked body. He nuzzled the corner of Theo’s neck and took his first taste, licking tentatively. It wasn’t enough and Dewey was instantly hooked on the warm, clean, slightly salty taste of Theo’s skin. Deweyopened wider so he could suck and bite, intoxicated as Theo whimpered and urged him on.

“Ja! Sehr gut! More!” he whispered frantically and twisted his fingers in Dewey’s hair. Theo writhed against him and Dewey felt hard heat grinding against his cock and had to look. He pulled back so he could watch as he took Theo’s erection in his shaking hand and squeezed. “Are you alright?” Theo panted, his chest heaving as he gave Dewey a moment to take stock.

He nodded, too mesmerized to look at anything else. “I’ve never touched another man like this.” He stroked and a nervous laugh burst from him. “It feels kind of like mine but I can’t feel what I’m doing.”

“I can.” Theo’s hand closed around his and tightened so he could show Dewey how he liked to be touched. “Is it okay? I’m not hurting you?” he asked weakly.

Dewey shook his head as he stared. “No. It’s amazing. I get it now.” He wanted to put his mouth all over Theo. It was a greedy, selfish hunger and his mouth watered as he wondered if Theo’s cock tasted as good as his lips and skin.

“Just a minute.” There was a tap on Dewey’s chest before Theo dismounted. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he backed off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the light and Dewey was a nervous wreck all over again as he took in Theo’s naked body. Dressed in nothing but a pair of black socks, he looked like he had been sculpted from marble. “I almost got carried away,” Theo said as he tossed a box of condoms and some foil packets on the comforter.

He set his knee on the bed, but Dewy halted him and eased Theo back. “Can I try?” he asked as he sat up and leaned in closer to Theo’s swaying cock.

“Of course!” Theo’s fingers swept through Dewey’s hair and lovingly cradled his face. He guided the head to Dewey’s lipsand stifled a German curse. “I am very close too,” he whispered shakily.

Dewey felt Theo tremble as he tightened his lips and sucked. “Mmnngood!” he mumbled around Theo’s length in wonder. He had expected a hundred things but he was stunned at how much helikedthe taste of Theo’s cock. It tasted slightly salty and there was a faint tang of sweat like the rest of his skin, but Dewey’s jaw twinged at a burst of softly sweet, slick nectar. He sucked and sucked, tugging faster and faster as he moaned, begging for more.

“Scheiße! Brooks!” Theo’s fingers twisted tight in Dewey’s hair as his body began to buck. “You should stop if you don’t want?—”

Deweydidwant. He growled as he threw his other arm around Theo’s waist, locking him against his face as he sucked wildly. His other hand was slick as it squeezed Theo’s sac and there was a strangled scream as cum flooded Dewey’s mouth. Dewey’s eyes widened at the tart, salty burst but he swallowed and licked every drop as Theo gasped and babbled breathlessly in German and Italian.

“Gut! Gut! Gut!” Theo shuddered as he attempted to ease Dewey onto the bed.

“I really like that,” Dewey said as he fell back, wiping his lips and beard and licking his fingers clean.

“It’s good, right?” Theo grinned knowingly while he rolled a condom down Dewey’s shaft.

Dewey got an elbow beneath him and nodded jerkily. “Yeah,” he said, then bit his lip as Theo coated his length with lube. “You’re just going to…do that? Now?”

Theo answered with a strained chuckle as he guided the head of Dewey’s cock to his hole. “Not immediately. I’m going to need a few moments. You’re as big as a twenty-five-year-old woman’s fist.”

“That’s…very specific,” Dewey said, then lost his breath and went blind, his eyes rolled so hard as Theo slowly sank down. He had never felt anything as tight and hot as Theo rocked back and forth, taking more and more of Dewey’s length with each slide.

“I’d be even more specific, but I never got her name,” Theo said with a casual shrug. “It was two years ago at the Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas. My first time visiting Vegas and my first time getting fisted.”

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