Page 13 of The Jock
Wes wrapped his hand around the thick shaft. Justin’s cock head was a deep, dark burgundy. Cut. Justin was about the same size as him, and Wes’s fingers just touched when he wrapped his hand around the heavy shaft. Thick. Hot. It felt like he’d grabbed hold of steel wrapped in something delicate. So different from touching himself, holding himself. He squeezed, stroked, and Justin let out a strangled whimper. “Wes.”
Wes ran his cheek up and down the side of Justin’s cock, then turned and pressed featherlight kisses to the shaft. Inhaled Justin’s musk, the masculine aroma of his body, strong after the summer day. He couldn’t get enough, chasing Justin’s scent all the way to his crotch, to his balls, burying his face in Justin’s hip as he jacked him slowly.
He wanted to taste.
He ran his tongue over the crease of Justin’s thigh and his body, traced the skin that held his balls. Licked his way back up the shaft until he was at the head. He held Justin’s stare as he swirled his tongue there, licking up the precome dribbling from the slit.
Justin stopped breathing.
Wes closed his lips around the purple cock head. And sucked.
He couldn’t get all of Justin into his mouth, but he tried his very best. He didn’t quite know what to do with his tongue or his teeth, but he opened his throat like he was chugging beer, and Justin’s cock slid all the way back, banging against the back of his throat as he hollowed his cheeks and tried to swallow, as he sucked and sucked like Justin was his favorite Popsicle. Justin’s legs quivered, and he gasped, cursed, panted Wes’s name and clawed at the sheets, gripped them in two fists. “Fuck, where did you learn…”
Wes popped off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He could taste Justin’s cock all over his tongue and his lips. “Okay?”
“Keep going,” Justin pleaded. “You’re a goddamn natural.”
Wes stared at Justin as he took him back into his mouth, sucking him as deep as he could before running his tongue up the underside of his shaft, then sliding back, sucking again, going deep. Justin went rip-cord taut, his eyes bulging, lips parted, legs shivering beneath Wes. “Oh my God…”
Wes sped up, his lips a wet seal around Justin’s thick shaft. Up and down, Justin’s cock head sliding deeper down his throat each time. He grasped the base of Justin’s shaft and jacked him in time with his sucks. Saliva dripped from his lips, coated Justin’s cock, slicked his hand.
“Wes…” Justin panted. “Wes, fuck. You have— I’m gonna— Fuck. Pull back!”
Wes hummed. Sucked. Refused to pull back.
Justin jerked, curling over Wes’s head and grabbing at his shoulders, fingers clawing Wes’s back. His cock erupted, hot shots of come slamming into Wes’s throat, coating his tongue, filling his mouth.
Wes swallowed, swallowed again, but still, come dribbled out and down his lips as he kept moving his mouth up and down Justin’s shaft. The taste made his head spin, made him crave more, again, right now. He licked Justin clean, then sucked one finger after another into his mouth. “Yum. Finger-lickin’ good.”
“Holy…” Justin grabbed him. Kissed him, hot and dirty, all tongue and teeth, searching for his own taste inside Wes’s mouth. Wes braced himself on the mattress and got one hand on his fly, popping the buttons and freeing his cock, finally achingly hard, achingly stiff. Justin batted his hands away and shoved down his Wranglers, then smiled. “Hello, big boy.”
Wes flushed. Justin rolled Wes onto his back and slid between his spread thighs, mirroring their position from a minute ago. He kissed his way down Wes’s chest, quicker than Wes had on Justin, before wrapping both of his hands around Wes’s hard cock. He squeezed, and a drop of precome dribbled out of the tip, ran down Wes’s head and over Justin’s fingers.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” Justin purred. He looked Wes dead in the eyes as he licked a long, slow path from the root of Wes’s cock all the way to the tip, then sucked the head in and out of his puckered lips.
Wes buried his hands in Justin’s long hair as white-hot pleasure erupted through him. Justin’s mouth, his hot, wet lips, the suction. Wes’s cock pushing into Justin’s throat, deeper, deeper—
He keened, almost curling into a ball as Justin’s throat opened and he took Wes’s cock all the way down, until he buried his nose in the curls at Wes’s crotch. Justin’s eyes rolled up and found Wes’s. He’d remember that image until the day he died: Justin’s throat around his cock, his perfect lips sealed all the way around his shaft. He’d watched porn like this, had jerked off imagining a guy on his knees—or him on his knees, or both of them blowing each other at the same time—but this, the reality of the moment, of Justin, was beyond anything he’d imagined.
Too much. It was too much, as Justin rocked back and forth, making Wes fuck his throat. He pulled back, sucking the whole way, then dove back down. Suction, scorching heat, then his lips and tongue swirling over Wes’s cock head. Justin’s hands, jacking Wes’s shaft as he sucked.
“I’m gonna come,” Wes grunted. He tugged on Justin’s hair, trying to warn him. But Justin seemed as greedy for Wes’s come as Wes had been for Justin’s, and Justin flashed him an impish look as he hollowed his cheeks andsuuucked, bobbing up and down and up and down.
Wes tightened his grip on Justin’s head, fingers tangling in his long strands, and exploded. Come burst out of him, jet after jet filling Justin’s mouth. He felt Justin swallow once, twice. “Justin…”
Justin sucked him until he was soft, until he was shivering and flinching and overstimulated and he had to pull Justin off his cock and drag him back into his arms. He rolled, taking Justin with him until they were side by side, foreheads and noses and lips pressed together. He took Justin’s hand in his, threaded their fingers together, and brought it to his chest. Held it over his racing heart.
What a pair they made, pants shoved down to their thighs, shirtless, legs tangling together as much as they could.
“Okay?” Justin asked, brushing his nose against Wes’s. He seemed almost nervous, the confident sex bomb who’d gone down on Wes and rocked his world, vanished. He watched Wes carefully.
Wes hummed. “Perfect,” he sighed. “You’re perfect.” He kissed Justin’s nose, the bow of his lip. His cheekbone. “That was amazing.”
Justin smiled, the same wide smile he’d had gazing up at the lights of the Eiffel Tower. “Happy to amaze you anytime.”
“Mmm, the feeling is mutual.” Wes nuzzled him and grinned. “That was so hot. Feeling you come in my mouth.”
“I guess I could let you blow me again, since you liked it so much.”
