Page 72 of Body and Soul

Eli's slender fingers trembled slightly as he reached for my zipper. The sound of it being pulled down was loud in the quiet room. He carefully extracted my hardening shaft, his blue eyes darkening with desire as it sprang free.

I watched him intently, taking in every nuance of his expression as he wrapped his hand around the base of my cock. Eli's tongue darted out, licking a tentative stripe along the underside of my shaft. The wet heat of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. I kept my expression neutral, not wanting to overwhelm him with my own need. He needed to set the pace tonight.

Emboldened by my lack of objection, Eli grew more confident. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the length of my cock, his lips soft and plush against my heated skin. When he reached the tip, he swirled his tongue around it, lapping at the bead of pre-cum that had formed there.

I inhaled sharply at the sensation, my fingers tightening their grip in Eli's hair. He whimpered softly, but didn't pull away. If anything, he seemed to relax further, his jaw going slack as he took more of me into his mouth.

Inch by inch, he worked his way down my shaft until his nose was buried in the neatly trimmed hair at the base. I could feel the hot, tight squeeze of his throat around the head of my cock. Eli's eyes watered from the intrusion, but he held himself there, letting me enjoy the feeling of being fully sheathed in his mouth.

I allowed him a moment to adjust before fisting my hand in his hair and gently but firmly pulling him off my cock. A string of saliva connected his reddened lips to the tip as he looked up at me, his eyes watery.

Eli gasped for breath, his chest heaving as he fought to regain his composure. I gave him a moment before guiding him back down, his lips stretching as he took me into his mouth once more.

This time, I didn't let him linger. I set a steady rhythm, using my grip on his hair to control the pace as I fucked into his willing mouth. Eli moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

“That's it, sweet boy,” I praised, my voice rough with arousal. “You're doing so well, taking me so deep.”

Eli whimpered in response, his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the act of serving me. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, trailing down his flushed cheeks, but he didn't tap my leg. He wanted this, needed it, craved the intimacy and the feeling of being wholly owned.

As I felt my orgasm building, I tightened my grip on Eli's hair, holding him in place. “I'm going to cum down your throat,” I growled, my hips snapping forward with increased urgency. “You're going to swallow every drop, just like I told you.”

Eli moaned and nodded, his throat working around me as he prepared himself. With a final thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my cock pulsing. Thick ropes of cum shot down Eli's throat as I held him in place. He swallowed greedily, his throat constricting around my shaft, milking every last drop from me. Even as I began to soften in his mouth, Eli continued to suck and lap at my sensitive cock. The sensation bordered on painful, the overstimulation sending jolts through my spent body.

“Enough, Eli,” I commanded hoarsely, tugging at his hair to pull him off. But Eli whimpered and resisted, his lips tightening around me as if he couldn't bear to let go. I had to use more force than I would have liked to finally pry him away. “I said enough.”

Then, without warning, he crumpled forward, pressing his face into my thigh as violent sobs wracked him. His hands fisted the fabric of my trousers, clinging to me like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline.

“Oh, Eli,” I murmured, my heart clenching at his devastation. I carded my fingers through his platinum locks, offering what comfort I could. “Shh, you're safe here.”

But Eli cried harder, his tears soaking through my pants as he nuzzled my leg.

I held Eli close as he wept, his tears soaking my trousers. His raw vulnerability tore at my heart. “Shh, sweet boy,” I murmured, my fingers soothing his platinum hair. “You've been so brave today. I'm here for you.”

Eli's sobs quieted, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he nuzzled his tear-stained face against my thigh, his breath shuddering. I felt the residual tension thrumming through him, his desperate need for comfort still gripping him.

After a moment, Eli turned his head, his gaze settling on my softened cock. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Please, Sir,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from crying. “Can I keep you in my mouth? It makes me feel better.”

Something clenched in my chest at his desperation, and I nodded. “You may.”

Eli carefully wrapped his lips around me, drawing comfort from the intimate act. His breath was hot against my skin as he inhaled deeply, savoring my scent. Even in distress, he avoided letting his teeth graze me, his tongue cradling the underside of my shaft.

I ran my fingers through Eli's hair, marveling at the silky strands. He looked so fragile, his tear-streaked face pressed against my thigh as he suckled. Stripped of pretense and defenses, Eli was breathtaking. A surge of protectiveness welled up within me, mingling with my deep affection for this complicated boy.

“That's it, sweet boy,” I murmured softly. “Just relax. Let me be the comfort you need.”

Eli's eyes fluttered closed, his lashes casting shadows on his pale cheeks. His breathing slowed, the tension draining from him as he lost himself.

As Eli gently suckled my soft cock, a profound peace washed over me. The day's stress, draining family interactions, and pressure to maintain control faded in this intimate connection. Eli's touch grounded me, his need for comfort mirroring my own in ways I hadn't realized until now.

I lost myself in the sensations—the wet heat of Eli's mouth, the velvety glide of his tongue, the occasional hitch in his breath as he nuzzled closer. My fingers smoothed his hair, relishing the silky strands slipping through my fingertips. Eli's body relaxed, melting against me in blissful silence.

As Eli's nervous system settled, so did mine. The knots of tension in my shoulders and jaw gradually unwound. My breathing deepened to match Eli's steady rhythm. For the first time all day, my racing thoughts quieted, allowing me to exist in the moment with my sweet boy.

I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, Eli's head on my thigh as he suckled, drawing as much comfort as he gave. Minutes or hours could have passed, time stretching and blurring in the cocoon of safety we wove.

Eventually, Eli's gentle suckling slowed and then stopped altogether. He released my softened cock from his mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting his reddened lips to the tip for a moment before breaking. Eli nuzzled his face against my thigh, his breath warm and damp against the fabric of my trousers.

“I'm sorry, Sir,” he whispered, his voice rough. “I didn’t mean to be so weird.”

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