Page 35 of Glitter

“Mmm, like that, Benny. But you can go a little harder. I like it when…ngh…when it almost…almost feels like too much.”

We really were a good fit in bed. All of Dusti’s orders, his feedback and directions, took away all of my anxious worries that I would do something he wouldn’t like or that he wouldn’t enjoy the things I did to him. I didn’t even mind that my pleasure usually took a backseat to his. I could ignore the needy demands of my hard dick if it meant that he felt good.

After a few minutes of sucking on his nipples, alternating between the two, Dusti said, his words breathy and labored, “Alright, boo. That’s good for now. Now I want you to sit on the bed, next to me. Since I’m still not doing any of the work, I’ll need for you to turn me over onto my front and then we’re going to give your mouth and tongue some more of a workout.” My gulp was loud enough that I’m certain he heard it after he stated, “You’re going to rim me, Benny.”

Oh fuck. The thought that he wanted my mouth there…that I was shortly going to taste that most intimate part of him… I had to bring a hand to my dick and give it a firm squeeze through the heavy layer of denim because my erection was now painfully hard and throbbing.

I’d thought the action was necessary, but Dusti didn’t seem to agree. “Hey, hands off your cock,” he sharply ordered. “None of that. You’re touching me right now. Pleasing me right now. No touchy-touchy of your cocky-cocky, Benny-boo.”

I legitimately whimpered as I immediately pulled my hand off my dick. It hurt, it was so hard. But also…I liked that Dusti wasn’t letting me touch myself. I liked that he was making me focus solely on him.

As if to make up for my distress, Dusti’s tone was sweet as he prompted, “What are yousupposedto be doing, Benny?”

With another deep gulp, I slid off of him and onto the bed.

His flushed skin was so warm and just a touch sweaty as I worked my arm underneath his shoulders again. My other hand settled on his bare hip and, using my grip there and his far shoulder, I gently rolled Dusti onto his side, then over onto his front.

Resting down by his thigh, on his unicorn-patterned, turquoise sheets, the fingers of his right hand fluttered and the perky, taut mounds of his ass tensed—narrow grooves forming in the sides of each clenched cheek. Then, before I could get started on the next delicious step of his instructions, Dusti gave me another order.

“I need you to reach beneath me and readjust my cock, boo. It’s, uh…it’s a weird angle that doesn’t feel that great.”

Empathy flaring, I carefully wiggled my hand in between Dusti’s body and the mattress. When my fingertips brushed against the base of his cock, I eased my hand around his stiff dick and gently pulled, until it was pointed straight up, sandwiched between Dusti’s stomach and his bed.

“Is that…”

“Yeah. Much better,” he replied with a sigh. “Thanks.”

I grunted an acknowledgement, although I didn’t think any gratitude was needed for just making him more comfortable.

“Alright. But now, going forward, I want you to leave my cock alone.” I made a soft noise of confusion, which he responded to by explaining, “You’re going to rim me—feel free to use your tongue, your lips, your fingers, whatever as you eat me out—and I want to see if you can get me to come only from that.” With his head resting on his cheek and turned away from me, I could only see one corner of Dusti’s mouth as it curled up in a smile. “I think you can do it, Benny. Let’s find out, shall we?”

I’m glad he had that sort of confidence in my abilities; I didn’t. But if coming hands-free, with just my mouth and fingers in his ass, was what Dusti wanted, I was certainly going to try my best to give him that.

There was only a narrow wedge of space between Dusti’s longs legs, certainly not enough room for me to fit myself in there. So I wrapped my hands around his slender thighs, just above his slightly knobby knees, and spread them to give myself some extra room.

Merely pulling his legs farther apart was enough to widen his crease, giving me a lovely, close-up view to his pretty, dusky pink hole. Like magnets, my fingers were drawn to the small, furled opening, and I groaned, deep and heartfelt, as my thumb slowly caressed his hole.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” Dusti said with his own groan. “Now your mouth, boo. Want your mouth. Eat my ass.”

I settled myself between his splayed legs, my head hovering only inches away from his gorgeous ass. Dipping my nose into his crease, I took a long, deep breath, dragging in his scent. Somehow, he still smelled sweet, even here, but now it was strongly overlaid with earthy musk.

Satisfied I would have his unique scent imprinted forever on my memories, I parted my lips, extended my tongue, and took my first taste of Dusti’s hole.

“Fuuuck. Yes, boo. Lick it. Lick it good.” His words were so garbled with a moan that I could barely make them out. But his tone of lust-drenched satisfaction was easy enough to understand.

Groaning some more, hungry for another taste, I obeyed. My tongue lashed at his hole, over and over again. Getting it wet enough that saliva dripped from it and ran down his taint, pooling against the wrinkled skin at the base of his tight sack.

Smoothing my hand over the firm, smooth curve of his ass, I dipped my fingers into his crease and pressed one into his wet hole. It slid in easily, his hole eagerly sucking it in, so the next time I went to press in, I added a second finger.

“Benny. Benny. Yes. Love it. So good.”

His mumbled words were interspersed with gasps and moans. Letting me know that he was enjoying what I was doing and encouraging me to keep going.

Continuing to work my fingers in and out of his hole, I licked at his rim, stretched around my fingers. I loved the way this part of him tasted—sweet, of course, but salty, tangy, and musky.

“Oh fuck. Benny. Can you tell? Can you…can you feel it? Fuck, can you taste it? I’m so close, Benny. Shit, so close.”

Sadly, I couldn’t taste any change in his flavor, not that the way he tasted wasn’t already spectacular. I could feel his channel squeezing my fingers tighter and tighter as I fucked him with them, but I was still surprised by Dusti’s announcement that he was so close.

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