Page 56 of The Heartstrings of Harry
His back arched.
His hips pushed themselves upward and with one hand he reached down and gripped my hair, forcing my head all the way down his cock.
His crown was full and throbbing against the back of my throat, almost gagging me.
I quickened my pace, sucking more furiously.
His loud, moan-filled panting fell in time with the motion of my mouth riding his cock, then turned to the hottest, most helpless whimpers I’d ever heard, as though he was almost begging for mercy.
“Uh… Uh… Oh God… I gotta come…pleaselet me come!”
In response I sucked harder, faster, and soon his searing hot seed was surging into my mouth.
“Fuck!” he cried out, squeezing my hair as tight as he could and wrapping his legs around my shoulders. “Oh Harry! Jesus! Ohfuck!”
His body jolted.
Every muscle seemed to convulse as his cum gushed into my mouth in waves, and all I could do was swallow.
I drank that boy down like I’d just stumbled across a desert oasis.
I gulped.
He whimpered.
I moaned.
He groaned. “Harry! Harry! Oh Harry!”
I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
His body bucked on the bed once more as I squeezed the last of his cum out of him, washing it down my throat before sliding his strapping young dick out of my mouth and grinning with delight.
“Good?” I muttered, wiping my mouth with a back of my hand and smearing some stray cum into my beard.
He didn’t answer. He only said, “Take your fucking jocks off. I want you. I want you inside me. Ineedyou inside me. Now!”
He stroked his dick, refusing to let his erection wane. Impressively, his cock remained as thick and hard as ever. He let it smack against his abs, giving his muscled gut a light spritzing of post-cum. God I hoped there was more where that came from.
As if he read my mind, he winked and said, “Don’t worry, there’s more where that came from.”
My heart fluttered and I licked my lips.
Quickly I stood, squaring off my shoulders, flexing my chest and letting the enormous bulge in my jockey shorts push against the fabric.
“Fuck,” whispered Dean. “What have you got in there, an anaconda?”
I didn’t say a word. I simply slid both my thumbs under the waistband and pushed my jocks down to my ankles, unleashing my slab of stiff, pulsing meat, roped with veins and already oozing pre-cum.
Dean’s eyes widened, whether in excitement or fear I couldn’t tell.
I kneeled on the bed.
I took his legs and hoisted them onto my hairy, boulder-like shoulders.
I was about to spit onto my palm before I remembered with a smile—“Peaches.”
I hurried into his bathroom to find his lube sitting on the counter.
