Page 56 of Choosing Hope
Within seconds, he’s turned me, backing me up against the glass. His mouth doesn’t leave mine for a second as his hand slides between us and grips my rock-hard dick, making me groan. Whenever he tugs on me, Carlo always does so with the perfect level of compression.
My hand gravitates to his own heavy hardness, delighted to feel him pulsing with need for me. Carlo won’t tell me how much he craves this, because he doesn’t want to pressurize me, but he doesn’t need to; I can sense it every time we’re together.
Even though it’s been several months since our last encounter, our passion for each other’s bodies never subsides. I allow the shame of my desires to be washed away for a few minutes, needing to experience the connection and chemistry we share.
My recent decision to stop my cravings by going cold turkey only seems to have achieved an augmentation of this insane hunger.
He guides his crotch toward mine; seeing our dicks together has always been one of Carlo’s kinks, but since he had himself pierced, his fascination has intensified. Carlo breaks the contact between our lips, resting his forehead on my shoulder as he peers down.
“Look at that, Spence,” he orders.
I tilt my face to take in the vision of our engorged cocks, rubbing up against each other, like they’re long-lost friends.
“Fuck, I’m gonna shower you with my cum.”
His words make my lips twitch into a smile. Carlo’s desires are simple, and they’ve never changed.
I take our cocks in my hand, rubbing them both together, enjoying giving us both pleasure. It feels good to give us both this experience, like I’m floating.
When I masturbate alone, I try hard to think of anything other than Carlo but just before the point of ejaculation, it’s so often him who shoots into my mind. I love him; I have no other explanation.
His tongue in my mouth feels right; his hand on my dick is so much better.
“Fuck, Spence, I’ve missed you,” he groans, making me feel amazing.
Carlo lifts his head from mine, forcing my chin up so that he may kiss, lick, and bite the sensitive flesh between my throat and shoulder. His whiskers prickle the delicate skin there deliciously. Even though the shower water is warm, goosebumps scatter over my skin.
His excitement increases, and so does the speed of the swing on his hips. With the metal rubbing against me, the sensation forces a groan from my mouth.
Neither of us is going to last long, but for the first time in a long time it doesn’t matter; we have all night.
My friend works at a more frantic rate as our bodies get closer and closer to their release. I lean my head back against the glass, enjoying the attention he’s lavishing on my chest and torso.
“Let go,” he growls out his demand.
Unable to deny him, I release my grip on him, and he drops to his knees.
Oh,fuck. This won’t last long. Being in Carlo’s mouth is where fantasies come from. He takes me right to the back of his mouth, knowing exactly how I love to be blown.
At the entrance to his throat, his tongue drags me deeper. He sucks me with just the right amount of pressure.
Carlo and I shared all of our first sexual experiences together. He was the first person to take my cock in his mouth, and no woman has ever quite measured up to him.
I peer down, unable to miss witnessing the temptation of such a scene. Carlo’s a large alpha male. Seeing him at my feet, with his own cock in one hand, and mine in the other while he worships me with his mouth.Fuck, he’s impossible to deny.
The visual treat combined with the tugging sensation and the heat from his mouth sends my blood surging south. The ache in my balls tells me I won’t last much longer.
He peeks up at me, his familiar dark eyes now black with lust and relentless love for me. With our eyes locked, he opens his throat, allowing the head of my cock to enter deeper. The walls of his throat naturally contract with the intrusion, causing a pulling sensation that almost steals my load.
“Fuck, Carlo,” I breathe.
I drop my hand to the crown of his head to force him to repeat the action.
Why did I ever think I could give this up?
Within two minutes, my entire body tenses as I groan out my climax, spurting my release down his throat. He does his best to hold me still, but I can see he’s getting close to his own release.
The moment my body relaxes, he stands, holding me in place with his left hand as he jerks himself off with his right.
