Page 47 of What I've Tasted of Desire

Alex peeked up at me again as he pushed forward, and I felt myself hit the back of his throat.

“Oh, Alex…” I sighed as he gagged and pulled off. He fisted my length, distributing more of his saliva down my length with each stroke. He took me into the back of his throat again.

“Do you like to gag on my cock, baby boy?”

He blushed and pulled off of me to nod.

He wants to submit. You’re giving him too much control, and he doesn’t like it!

“Would you like to keep exploring like this, or do you want me to fuck your face?”

“Fuck my f-face,” he answered almost instantly.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth or pull out?”

The wicked little smile he flashed me was all I needed.

“How rough do you want it?”

Alex turned his head to the side and shrugged his shoulder.

“Do you want a little gagging and some tears, or do you want me to make you spit up on my cock? I’m cool with whatever. You tell me where the line is, Alex.”

When Alex failed to answer, I tightened my grip on his hair and snapped his head back to stare down at him. His eyes momentarily widened with the sudden jerk, and then he smiled.

“Open up,” I ordered. He opened up as wide as his jaw would allow, thinking he was getting my cock. Instead, I leaned over and spit on his tongue.

His eyes widened again, and he moaned. Without giving him anytime at all, I changed the position I was holding his head in and shoved my cock into the back of his throat. I held him there until I felt his throat constrict around my head. He gagged and closed his eyes, and I pulled back a mere inch before pushing in again as far as I could go.

His throat made an audible gurgle and his eyes began to mist. When I felt like he was about to throw up, I pulled all the way out, and he choked as long strings of his saliva stretched out between my tip and his mouth.

I angled his head to the side a little more and used my free hand to line myself up with his lips. Once I pushed into his mouth, I wrapped my other hand around his throat so I could feel it expanding around my cock as I pushed into him. He began to moan, the vibration sending zaps of pleasure throughout my entire body. Spit seeped out of the corners of his mouth, so much it started coming out of his nose as he gagged over and over and over again.

Feeling like I was nearing the cliff, I tightened my grip on his throat and pushed in further than I had previously. He choked and sputtered as I sped up my thrusts, shooting cum into the back of his throat. Alex reached down between his legs and started erratically jerking himself as bile came up, gushed out around the base of my dick, and ran down my legs. I kept myself firmly planted in the back of his throat as thick ribbons of his spunk shot out of him and onto the hotel room floor.

I brought my hand down, catching as much of it as I could. I pulled out of his mouth and he sucked in a huge gulp of air and choked. His eyes were completely bloodshot and his face was purple as he flopped back onto the bed trying to catch his breath, coughing again.

“You’re not finished,” I told him. He opened his eyes and looked at me before raising an eyebrow. I held out my hand, showing him the cum I’d collected. “Clean up your mess.”

He propped himself up on his elbows and I held my palm up. He leaned a little closer. He stuck his tongue out flat and licked from my wrist to the tip of my fingers like a dog licking up a discarded dinner plate.

When my hand was clean, I grabbed his hair again and crashed my mouth down onto his, licking into his mouth to taste the combination of our releases on his tongue.

“Come on, baby,” I told him softly after breaking the kiss. “Let’s get you all cleaned up and ready to face the day.”

I bathed Alex in a steamy shower, lathering him up and washing every inch of him down with a soft, soapy cloth. He never fought me or hesitated in the slightest. Just stood there and held on to me for balance as I wiped him down from head to toe. Once he was all rinsed off, I cradled his face in my hand and kissed him, over and over again. Fearing the time, I eventually convinced myself to shoo him out of the shower before making quick work of washing off all of Alex’s fluids—despite how grievous it felt washinganypart of Alex away, especially off my own skin.

I thought back on our recent exchange with mixed emotions; my thoughts drifting over the last 20 minutes as steam rolled up all around me in the glass-enclosed space. Alex had already toweled off and scampered out of the bathroom. I hated the thought of degrading Alex in any way. If I had my druthers, I would let him do whatever he wanted to me. Use my body as he saw fit, and not move a muscle. Not that I wanted to be a wet-blanket of a lover, but I just needed Alex to take whatever he wanted from me.

I feared myself. I feared myself losing control and hurting him. But he fuckinglikedit! My boy couldn’t have had more…traditionalproclivities? I had asked him what he wanted, and he had told me. I had every intention of spending the rest of my life giving Alex exactly what he wanted, but making him literally vomit on my dick? It was …a lot.I was still trying to process. If I had ever seen Tom choke Alex, or gag him like that, I would have blown cover and killed him on sight.

You are the biggest bitch on the planet. Talk, talk, talk… feelings, feelings, feelings. You’re gonna lose him with all that shit. Stop being so fucking weak. Did you see how much he came? Tom could never…

What else would he want me to do in the future? It was technically our third date, and he’d thrown up on me.

Just wait until we have something to tie him to…

I think… do we need a safe word?

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