Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Charlie,” Scott moaned as he tangled his fingers in my hair.
I had about six months of blowjob experience under my belt, and, if the noises Scott made when I went down on him were any indication, I wasn’t too shabby at it. It was a good thing Scott enjoyed it so much, because taking his throbbing erection into my mouth was one of the great joys in life. I loved the taste of him, loved how he stretched my lips, loved his scent, so I sucked the man down with gusto every chance I got.
The first swipe of my tongue across Scott’s glans made both of us groan with arousal. I lapped at his slit, taking his moisture into my mouth, loving his flavor; then I suckled gently on his crown and rubbed my fist up and down his shaft.
“You’re so good at that.” He rocked his hips forward, pushing more of his erection into my mouth.
I sucked harder, encouraging him to move as fast as he wanted. No discernible gag reflex meant I could always take whatever Scott wanted to give me. After a couple of thrusts, that turned out to be all of him.
Scott moved in and out until his balls were smacking my chin. “God! I don’t know how you do that.” He pulled out a couple of inches and then pushed right back inside my mouth. “Feels so good, baby.” He tightened his grip in my hair and increased his speed. “So good, so good, so good,” he chanted.
I knew what was coming next and I wanted to join him, so I moved one hand to my own shaft and kept the other on his hip for support.
“Can’t last, Charlie,” he said, sounding almost pained. “You’re so good. I…. Oh God, I… Charlie!”
My own cock was pulsing streams of ejaculate over my fist just as Scott’s throbbed and shot onto my tongue. I waited until he was done and then I swallowed down his offering as he petted my hair.
“Charlie,” he sighed. “Love you so much.”
I leaned back and pulled him down on top of me, whimpering happily when the weight of his nude body pinned me to the bed and he nuzzled my neck. I was sated and content, even if my shoes were still on and my now wrinkled jeans were tangled over them.
I felt Scott fidgeting above me and then his shoes clunked on the floor. I followed his lead and toed mine off before pushing my jeans and briefs off with my feet. Once we were both settled, I took us back to the conversation we’d been having before our heated interlude and asked, “How about a theme costume?”
“What do you mean?”
“I was thinking that you don’t have a costume picked out yet either, so maybe we can choose something that goes together.”
“Great idea.”
“Yeah?”
He lifted his head and met my gaze. “Totally. I think it’ll be fun. Do you have anything in particular in mind?”
“Well, I have one possibility,” I said nervously.
“Lay it on me.”
“It’s fine if you don’t want to. No big deal. I can think of something else.”
“Charlie.” He raised an eyebrow and smiled encouragingly, telling me without words that I had nothing to worry about. Of course, he had used actual words to convey the same thing earlier, and I knew I could always take Scott at his word. If he said I could choose any costume I wanted for his friend’s party, that he wouldn’t be uncomfortable no matter what I wore, then I trusted it to be true.
“Sonny and Cher,” I blurted out. “I’ll be Cher.”
When he didn’t say anything right away, I worried he’d think it was weird for me to want to dress in drag for Halloween. But then he beamed and said, “That’s a great idea, baby. You’ll make a smokin’ Cher.”
“Well, you’re much better-looking than Sonny, but I still think it’ll be fun.”
Scott traced my eyebrow with one finger. “I’m glad you like how I look.” His cheeks reddened. “Remember that first day we met? I was outside the building. You walked out and I felt like someone punched me in the gut.” He took in a deep breath and looked into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Charlie.”
“I took a picture of you,” I confessed.
“You’ve taken lots of pictures of me.”
“That day, I mean. I saw you from my window and took a picture.”
He looked immensely proud. “Oh yeah?”
I could have teased him, but Scott always made me feel so wanted, so good about myself, I didn’t want to hold back my feelings for him. So I nodded and said, “Yes. Then I ran outside so I could meet you and… well, you remember how smooth I was after that.”
“What I remember is the most gorgeous guy I’d ever seen came tumbling down the stairs and wanting more than anything to be the person who got to pick him up when he fell.”