Page 93 of As the Years Pass
He gets on all fours again, and does as I say. I take his face between my hands to guide him toward my dick. He opens wide, sticking his tongue out, waiting. I hold him in place while I slowly fuck his mouth, going as far back as his body will allow. Drool drips from his mouth, down his chin, landing on the bed. He moans as I use him, watery eyes on me the entire time. He doesn’t complain. In fact, his eyes beg for more.
“You like pleasing me?” He nods. “You do it so well.” I pull the band from his hair, letting it fall around his face before spearing my fingers through it and grasping onto it, still fucking his face. I don’t want to come like this, I just want to see him taking my cock. I miss this view. “You’re going to let me fuck you, right?”He nods again, eagerly. “Good, because I’m going to fill your ass with my cum. Then I’m going to suck it out and feed it to you.”
He groans deeply, eyes falling closed. I step back, letting go of him. “Turn around again. Give me your hole.”
He does as I say, and I spread lube on my fingers before slipping two inside.
“Oh god,” he groans.
I push in and out, stretching him before lubing up my cock and sliding inside.
“You couldn’t feel more perfect,” I say softly, running my hand along his thigh. “Don’t come yet.”
I start moving, fucking him hard but slow. It’s difficult not to give in right away and fill him with my release, because I love teasing him and being inside him, but I want to get to the end. Not only the pleasure of coming, but feeding him my cum and watching him come next. That’s my favorite part. Seeing him let go, give in, it’s so sexy.
“Adam,” Emmet moans. “Go harder.”
“Harder?” I question.
“Yes, please. Harder.”
I do as he requests, slamming into him and somehow going deeper.
“Fuck, yes. Like that. Just like that.”
He’s louder now, moaning and whimpering.
“You’re going to make me come,” I warn.
“Give it to me, Adam. I want it.”
“Fuck!” The orgasm hits me, and I spill inside him, my dick throbbing hard. I take a moment to breathe, softening before pulling out and watching the thick cum drip from his hole. I lean down to lick it up, sucking up as much as I can before tapping his hip. He rolls onto his back, and I crawl over him. I squeeze his cheeks together, and he opens his mouth. I hover above, and spit it into his mouth.
“Don’t swallow yet,” I tell him, hand still holding his face. I stare down at my cum puddled in his mouth, the thick cream on his tongue. I slide two fingers inside, moving it all around, making sure it’s everywhere before letting him go. “Swallow.”
His mouth closes, and I watch his throat as he does as I say. I lean down to kiss him, unsure how this is even real.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you, too,” he says back, then I move down his body and suck his cock until he’s coming in my mouth.
We wake in the morning and go right to the shower. Emmet washes us both, we get out, and he makes breakfast while I change the sheets—again. I think I need more sets.
“Have you thought of buying a house out here?” he asks when I step into the kitchen.
“Yeah, I’ve thought about it. I was waiting for Leslie to decide if she was staying here.”
He pauses, turning to face me, a concerned look on his face. I know I’d mentioned this already, but maybe he forgot.
“She’s staying here now, but for a while she was unsure if she was going back to California.”
“How sure?”
“Very sure,” I say with a nod. “It’s why I sold my house out there.”
Emmet finishes breakfast and brings it to the table. We eat our omelets and drink coffee in silence. I do the dishes when we’re done.
“Do you want to come to the bar with me today?” Emmet asks.
