Page 23 of The Secret Experimentation
Mel moans a yes, his eyes are closed, mouth open in a silent cry.
“Do you want that? Want my cum all over your face?” The words just flow out of my mouth.
His breathing picks up, and he nods. When he opens them, his gaze is fierce, and I see the exact moment he lets go. His body tenses and then trembles under me, and I feel his cum splashing between us. I move up, straddling his chest, one foot on the floor. My hand pumps frantically up and down my cock. Lightning shoots down my spine, tightening my buttocks, and I come with a fucking roar, spilling onto his face. It falls on his chin, cheek, and when he parts his lips, on his tongue as well. I grunt and moan until the last spurt falls on his upper lip. I stroke it left and right with the tip of my cock. I watch, mesmerized when he closes his mouth and swallows, licking his shiny mouth.
He let me jizz all over his face and he’s fucking smiling gratefully at me. What else would he let me do to him?
Then he rubs his fingers over his cheek and laps at the cum covering them with a moan. My spent dick gives a twitch, letting me know he’ll be ready to go very soon, which is unbelievable. At my age I usually need an hour—if I’m really motivated—for round two.
I slide down and am about to move away to go take a shower when Mel’s hand on my chest stops me.
“I’m still hungry,” he says in a sexy, breathy voice. I hesitate for a second, not really the trusting type with my sexual partners. Maybe that’s why I like to be in control. But this is Mel.
So I let him push me down on the sofa again. He bends over me, straddling one of my thick thighs. His gaze dipping to my mouth. I arch encouragingly until he kisses me with a moan. Tasting myself on him is a fucking treat I’d like to enjoy every damn day. I can’t help but grab his ass again. With both hands this time. Molding, kneading, slapping. His head snaps back and he raises an eyebrow at me. But when I spank him again, he groans in pleasure and surrenders. It’s incredible how attuned we are to each other.
My eyes fall to the suntan lines on his waist. Imagining the pale color of his butt cheeks filling my hands, I grunt. My brother’s tits speculation is a crock of shit. I’d easily give them up if I could just have Mel’s ass at my mercy. What would it be like to plunge into it? To…
His warm tongue hits my collarbone and leaves wet circles on my skin, turning my brain off. I lift and slide my hands under my head and close my eyes to fully enjoy the sensation. When he finishes licking all his cum from my chest, he sits that perfect ass on my soft but interested cock and uses his fingers to follow the lines of my torso.
“It’s amazing how easily you’re taking this.” He waves his forefinger between us.
I decide to be sincere. Mel deserves it. “I had an entire week to panic and think it over. But even though it pained me to say it, my brother actually helped me with…this.” I imitate the finger gesture before placing my hand on his thigh.
“How so?”
“For starters he’s gay, so he…”
“Oh, interesting.” My hand on his thigh squeezes.
“Is it?” My voice sounds hoarse. There’s a menacing undertone to it.
“Always wanted to be theraw hamin a brothers’ sandwich.” His finger slowly brushes down between my pecs. But I can’t enjoy it. Because I don’t know if he’s serious or fucking with me.
A sudden chuckle explodes out of his mouth and he points at me. “You should look at your face. No. You have to look!” He turns his narrow torso left and right. “Where’s a mirror?” Laughter still raking down his chest.
Cheeky little shit.My fingers poke his sides and he wiggles and writhes on top of me, trying to escape them. But I continue my tickling torture.
“S-stop. P-please. I’m so-sorry!” he begs, but I’m not satisfied yet. He suddenly bends to the right and pushes himself against the back of the sofa, kicking me almost in the balls.
Instead of looking remorseful, the little spitfire glares at me. “You almost tickle-killed me!” he yells.
“You almost castrated me. I guess we are even,” I retort.
His eyes fall on my lips and his gaze turns intense. “You should do that more.”
“What? Tickle you?”
He snorts. “Full-on smile.” Just then I realize my mouth is grinning so big it almost hurts.
“And don’t you dare tickle me again. Turning you into a eunuch would be such a shame.” He glances down at my soft cock and sighs.
I shake my head, but the smile is still on my lips. Just then I notice that I haven’t taken a shower yet. Usually, after fucking I don’t even wait for my breath to calm down before I’m up and heading to the bathroom. I like it filthy, but when the deed is done, my OCD is back and I have to wash myself. If I don’t, a scratchy feeling starts to spread all over my body, increasing quickly until I feel like I’m crawling out of my own skin.
But right now, all I sense is a slight post-orgasmic buzz and happiness. I’m fucking happy.
It was a long time coming.
Mel climbs over my body and slides off the sofa. “Shower?” He outstretches his hand toward me in invitation. I take it, but instead of standing up, I pull him on top of me, laughing at his loud squeak of surprise. I’m not ready to part from his soft skin. Then holding him to me, I pull both of us up. Mel wraps legs and arms around me and huffs. “Caveman.” But I see the small smile tilting his lips up.
