Page 37 of The Secret Experimentation
He starts blowing me like a damn champ and the realization that it can only mean he has a lot of experience fucking rubs me the wrong way. My hand tilts his head up and his whiskey eyes go to mine. There’s so much desire in them. Keeping him still, I move my hips slowly back and then inside his hot mouth again. And again. And again.
“Jesus, you look beautiful drooling around my cock.”
He moans in reply and the vibrations around my shaft speed up my thrusts. I’m hypnotized by the vision of my saliva-slick dick gliding in and out of his stretched mouth. The sight of the red strawberry lipstick ring he left around the base of my cock makes me growl like a feral beast.
His fingernails scratch my inner thigh and butt, and I love the sting. I stop moving and without hesitation, he starts bobbing his head, working my cock with abandon, his brow creased in concentration, lashes fanned against his cheeks. He loves this. Loves sucking, lapping, almost worshipping my cock.
When he licks at my balls and then swallows one into his mouth, I squeeze my eyes shut and widen my legs as far as the jeans around my ankles let me. The noises he utters, those really make me drunk with lust. Deliciously dirty slurping sounds fill the bathroom. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m letting a guy blow me in a public toilet. In my brother’s bar. Who am I becoming?
Suddenly, his wet tongue nudges at my back hole, making me stiffen for a second. But then he flattens his tongue and gives me a long lick that sends a shiver up my back. Holy fuck, what the hell is that? Nobody has ever touched my hole. But feeling his hot, moist tongue there is the best fucking thing ever.
“Do it again,” I order him and damn, I could come from just this.
But in the next breath, Mel is enveloping my dick in his mouth again, and when his nose is pushing against my pubic hair he looks at me expectantly.
“Do you want me to fuck your face? Make your throat sore. Stuff your stomach full of cum?” I am not only talking during sex, I have a filthy mouth on me.Fascinating and puzzling.
Mel whimpers and moans, his hand disappears inside his shorts, and his throat relaxes even more. It’s difficult for him to breathe, and saliva keeps dripping down the corner of his mouth. But he doesn’t move. Using my grip on his hair I start gliding my cock in and out. Slowly at first but soon I’m ramming it fast and hard. And he fucking takes me deeper and deeper until his mouth is full of my meat. I want to dirt him up. To ruin him.
“Such a good filthy boy,” I groan, feeling the telltale signs of my orgasm. I curl my hand loosely around his throat.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him, just before my head falls back, eyes rolling as Mel’s throat convulses and he swallows every drop. The climax is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It comes in waves, filling me with so much pleasure I almost black out.
When my brain is back online, Mel is licking my cock clean, his hand still moving inside his pants.
I pull him up, turn him, and push his chest against the wall. I pull down his pants, and bend his ass toward me till my cock is snuggly set between the plump cheeks. It’s a fucking thing of beauty.
My hand goes to his shaft and I start jerking it off. The other pulls on his balls, while my still hard as fuck dick humps his ass.
“Russel. I want you inside me. Fuck me,” he cries. And damn, I want that, too, so bad. But not in a public bathroom where people can hear us. I pump his cock faster, sucking on his neck the way he likes it. I feel more cum shooting out of my cock.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, Pixie?” It’s a damn rhetorical question, which I ask him almost every time we hook up.
“Russel. I…I…” He’s fucking my fist now, working my sensitive dick between his ass cheeks as well.
“Come, Pixie. Give it to me.” And he does. I have to cover his mouth with my hand to muffle his scream. His body shivers against mine and his cum rolls down my hand. It’s fucking perfection.
He straightens up, his dark hair falling endearingly over his forehead.
Still panting, he says, “Can’t believe you thought I’d fuck your bother.”
I can hear the smile in his voice, but I feel embarrassed by my unusual possessive conduct.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that he’s gay and I…”am…difficult.Damn, I feel so vulnerable right now. I’m a fucking idiot.
Mel turns his head to give me a lingering kiss. I can taste those damn strawberries on his lips. “I don’t care if he’s the lost son of the king of Spain. I want you.” He sounds so honest and open. It’s impossible not to feel what I’m feeling right now. Grateful. And something more. Deep.
His soft features and clear, glowing skin give him an air of fragility and gentleness. But in reality, he is such a force of strength and brightness that lights up the space all around him. Not just for me, but for everyone. Even my brother was almost smiling before, which equals a damn miracle when he does that in front of strangers.
Mel gives me one of those sexy grins that I love so much and turns around for another kiss. I press him against my body so that I can still feel him, all small and soft. This is also new, needing to cuddle after sex. Pre-Mel it was almost an affliction, now I can’t make myself stop touching him. It’s getting harder and harder to resist when we are around people.
Mel untangles himself from me and takes a small towel out of the cute bag he left on the sink. When it’s wet, he proceeds to clean my spent cock and then my chest—while I grope his ass and kiss his neck, making him giggle. But he doesn’t clean his back, covered in my cum. He just pulls down his tank top over it and adjust his shorts—I mourn the disappearance of his world-class ass.
But I’m astonished.
He did it all for me.He knows I’ll go nuts if I go out there without cleaning myself, and also that I oddly like when he leaves my fluids on him. I’ve never imagined being this accepted and comfortable with any person. It’s mind-blowing and overwhelming.
Moreover, I’ve just experienced the best blow job of my life and I don’t give a fuck if it was from a man. Mel is the sexiest person I’ve ever fucked around with. And it’s…it’s too much.
