Page 36 of Beau Pair
Gordon
I’m so fucking horny I can’t think clearly.
If I could, I would put a stop to this.
If I could, I would have put a stop to this before he even touched me.
But I’m so weak against him, against his body, his mouth, his eyes, all I can think about is release. And repeat. A lot of repeat.
His cock is already semi-hard. I feel it growing against my own dick, and even though touching myself will probably resolve thisbadidea between us, I can’t help but reach down and grab both of our cocks in my hand, fisting them and stroking them in unison.
Beau moans in my mouth, and it takes all of my strength not to come undone. I think the only reason I don’t come right then and there are my years of practice on edging and beating off.
The more I stroke, the more Beau’s cock hardens in my grip until we’re back to where we started. With both of us horny as ever and unable to keep off each other.
I rub both of us, claiming his mouth deeper, harder. And he claims mine back. Our tongues dance around one another, and I drink the juices of his mouth, wanting more. I don’t know how, but I want more of him. More of his tongue, more of his spit, more of his cum.
Is it any wonder I can’t think straight?
Beau’s hands go back to grapple my ass, and before I know it, his finger is back in my hole, stretching the muscles, teasing me, pushing me closer to the edge than I want to be.
Before he makes me come and I lose the chance to fuck him, I crawl down to his crotch and take his cock in my mouth. I can still taste the cum on him even though I cleaned him up. I take his balls in between my fingers and pull, rubbing at the soft skin, and he takes hold of my hair, bucking his hips on the bed.
He’s so big and tasty all I want is to keep sucking him for all eternity. Sucking him and making him spill so I can eat him. A part of him. I’m so hungry for Beau, and I don't know how I can ever stop.
“Fuck me, Mr. Davis. Stretch my hole,” Beau whimpers, and my cock jerks, responding to his words.
Who could resist that? How? In what way?
I take his dick out of my mouth and lick my way down to his taint. He opens his legs and lifts them over my head, giving me full access to his rim, pink and puckered and so smooth and hairless I dip down and eat it without a second thought.
My tongue swirls around his hole, pushing on the creases and loosening them up. I use both hands to stretch his cheeks apart and give me more of his hole before I push the tip of my tongue right in the middle and try to breakthrough. But it doesn’t happen. He’s too tight. How the hell am I going to fuck him if he’s this tight, and how the hell am I going to last even if I do?
I take my hands off his ass and pull away from him, reaching for my bedside drawer to pull out the bottle of lube and a condom. When I look up to make sure he’s still with me, his gaze is on me, his lips quivering, stroking himself with one hand.
“Give it to me, Professor. I want it. I want your big daddy dick in me,” he begs, and a grumble comes out of me unwittingly.
I open the condom and put it on before I pump the bottle and squirt plenty of lube on my hand. I rub my cock with it until I’m wet and slippery and then squirt more lube on Beau’s tightness.
He shivers.
I see it in his face. I feel it on his skin. I know it’s the coolness of the product, but I like to think I’m making him feel like that. That I make him feel weak and needy and desperate for me.
Beau lifts his legs again, and I stand in front of him, pressing the tip of my cock against his hole. Beau’s feet rest on my shoulders and connect behind my neck, giving some light pressure that makes my cock all the more twitchy.
I ease myself into him, and he cries out.
Shoot!
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
I’m supposed to make him feel good. I’m not supposed to be hurting him. I want to do anythingbuthurt him.
Beau stares back, his face changing from the painful grimace to a radiant smile.
“I’m good. I’m fine, Daddy. Don’t be scared. I’ll tell you if I can’t take it,” he says, and something in me, something around my heart, flutters.
Is it the way he looks at me? Is it the way he feels about me? Is it him calling me Daddy? Or his determination to take me despite how thick I am?
