Page 29 of Over the Top

Chas’s magic fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear and slid around the base of his cock, caressing and lightly pulling at it so as to tug gently at his balls—his ready-to-burst balls that ached like mad between his legs. They drew up against his body like eagerly ticking time bombs, awaiting the signal to explode.

Gunner realized his lower back was arching slightly, his hips lifting hungrily into Chas’s hand. His whole existence narrowed down to a single spot—his crotch and Chas’s fist around his cock.

Lazily, as if Chas wasn’t actually awake, his hand slid up and down the shaft once. Again. Gunner literally started to quiver in anticipation. An urge to wake Chas up and beg for more hovered on the tip of his tongue.

At what point Chas woke up, and at what point he shoved down and kicked off his underwear, Gunner wasn’t sure. But gradually Chas’s fist tightened, moved more purposefully, gripping his dick with more authority and stroking it with a hint of demand in it. As if he was claiming Gunner’s cock for himself and expected it to perform for him.

Gunner’s whole world became that fist on his erection in the dark. Waves of pleasure broke over and through his body, washing away everything else that had come before. This—this—was the thing he’d been craving all these years. The sex he’d had with women paled by comparison.

Chas’s hand pumped over the head of his cock, gathering the precum collecting there and smearing it around the engorged hood. Oh Lord, that felt good. A faint groan escaped the back of his throat as his entire body clenched around the slippery, tight sheath of Chas’s hand pumping up and down with more intent now.

With shock, Gunner realized his hips were matching the time of Chas’s fist. He was a puppet on strings, totally controlled by Chas’s hand. He wanted this too much, had wanted it for too long to deny it, to deny Chas, to deny himself. He gave himself over to it with a long, low groan and let his need take over.

Chas pushed up on his elbow and then knelt beside him, never letting go of his cock. He pulled on it hard enough to make Gunner arch up off the mattress, and then slammed his fist down on it hard enough to pull the head almost painfully tight. Gunner’s nerves screamed their pleasure as they also screamed for release. Chas gripped the base of his steel-hard erection tightly, and then—

Oh God, he circled the tip of Gunner’s erection with his tongue. His wet, slick, quick tongue that flicked across the sensitive tip hard enough to send a micro-orgasm shivering through him. But those fingers ringing the base of his cock so tightly prevented a full volcanic eruption. His ball sac contracted in anticipation, demanding in no uncertain terms to come, and comenow.

“Give yourself to me,” Chas whispered around his cock. “Surrender.”

Not a word in his vocabulary. His body tensed.

Chas slurped at his shaft, running his tongue in a lascivious line along the underside of his cock from base to tip. He then gave a long, hard suck on the tip, easing up to circle the tender flesh lightly. “Surrender.”

“No.”

“Huh.”

Gunner heard the challenge accepted in that single grunted syllable. He should have known better. He should have known that while he was busy playing straight dude, semi-monk, Chas might have gone out and gotten himself an education in sex.

Chas’s lips closed around the head of his cock, and Gunner had just long enough to register what was about to happen before Chas’s mouth slid down his erection, taking more and more of it into that wet, hot, dark cavern that was the best blow job he’d ever had.

Deeper and deeper Chas pressed. Gunner felt the muscles at the back of Chas’s throat moving against the tip of his penis, and it was a huge turn-on. Who knew? And then Chas was moving to straddle Gunner’s thighs, getting the angle just right, and slowly, he pushed even farther down on Gunner’s erection.

A swallow. So. Damned. Tight. The guy was actually deep-throating him.

Disbelief exploded behind his eyes as the tightness and intimacy of it blew his mind. He heard a gurgling noise and realized that it was coming from his own throat. His body was trembling now, shaking with the effort of not slamming his dick all the way down Chas’s throat. He felt more helpless than he could believe, but more shockingly, he loved it. He loved having this man play him like a violin, demanding responses from him that he couldn’t stop himself from giving if he tried.

Kneeling over him now, Chas slid his free hand lower. He cupped his balls, lifted them and rolled them around in their sac. They felt like stones, they were so tightly drawn at this point. And then one of Chas’s fingers slid even lower, pressed against the clenched sphincter of his ass.

No one had ever penetrated him there, and he froze. But then Chas’s mouth slid up and down his shaft, his tongue doing swirling things all around his engorged flesh, erasing all thought and leaving him a mass of jangling nerves in desperate search of release.

The finger probed again while Chas’s tongue wove its magic. This time his muscles didn’t have control and he didn’t have the focus to stop the intimate invasion.

The number of nerves that reacted, sending bolts of electricity shooting through him, was stunning. How come nobody ever told him he could feel this plundered? And then that tongue whisking up and down, around and under, sucking and pulling, erased even that thought.

White lights began to erupt like tiny fireworks behind his closed eyelids, and his breathing came in quick pants that he was completely incapable of controlling. His body felt like a massive bow pulled tight by its master, waiting with quivering anticipation for when Chas would let loose the arrow and allow an epic orgasm to crash through him.

A single word repeated in his mind. Now. Now. Now….

He realized he was chanting it aloud under his breath, at first a command and then a plea. When he was practically sobbing it, Chas let go of the base of his cock, slammed his mouth all the way down the shaft, and rammed a finger into his ass, curling it forward to stroke his prostate gland from the inside.

Gunner threw his forearm across his mouth, shouting against his own flesh as a massive orgasm detonated without warning, ripping through him, reverberating on and on as his entire body clenched, pumping and pumping and pumping into Chas’s mouth.

He fell back to the mattress, completely wiped out, totally out of breath, without words. He didn’t have the strength to lift a finger or even a toe as his body continued to shudder with aftershocks. Wave after wave of pleasure vibrated through his being.

Eventually, a single thought formed in his mind. He’d been missing out onthishis whole life?

He lay there a long time, too shocked to form words. Unlike last time, he couldn’t bring himself to deny that he’d loved it. He couldn’t lie to Chas that it wasn’t the best orgasm he’d ever had. And he couldn’t lie to himself and say that he didn’t want more of that.

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