Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
From my shaft, he buried his nose between my legs, his warm breath tickling the skin of my balls which were exposed from how pulled my underwear was.
His tongue flicked against me, and I almost collapsed. “Fuuuck,” I said in a breath as Shiro hooked his fingers on the dark band of my briefs and began to pull them over and off.
Shiro’s eyes almost bulged from his face as he took me in, my dick now free and twitching in the air. He lifted me, smiling as he traced me from bottom to top with his tongue, flicking it under the rim of my head, sending electric shocks of pleasure shooting from my nuts, making my knees tremble.
“That’s so fucking good,” I said, watching as Shiro opened his mouth and took me in between his lips, his warm, wet heat wrapping around me. I gasped as Shiro swallowed me deeper, looking up at me as I disappeared into his mouth. My balls tightened against me. His tongue swirled around my shaft, around the head.
“Oh God, Shy. Take my dick. That’s it. All the way.”
Shiro put a hand on my stomach and another on my ass. He pulled me into his mouth, my cock halfway down his throat before he had to pull off for breath. He stroked me, his saliva working as the perfect lube, making me slick from balls to tip.
“Come,” I said, helping him onto his feet.
“Oh, I plan to,” he said with a chuckle.
My lips turned into an O as Shiro squeezed my wet shaft, stroking it once more for good measure. I grabbed his free hand and walked him into the living room. Sunlight beamed through the balcony door, making the gold tinsel on the Christmas tree glitter. A window was cracked open, letting in a fresh ocean breeze that washed over the space. There was an old-school record player sitting on a coffee table next to the tan leather couch. A Bing Crosby record sat on the center, the album set on the side of the record player. It was a sky-blue cover with the words Merry Christmas across the top in a bold green, a black-and-white picture of a smiling Bing Crosby on the side. Shiro sat down on the couch, his cock still rock hard, same as mine. I put the music on, setting down the needle. “Silent Night” started to play as I turned to Shiro, my attention falling on his pulsing shaft. He held his balls and spread his legs.
“Want a taste?”
I couldn’t drop to my knees faster. I took him in both my hands, once again pausing to admire how fucking hot Shy’s dick was. Like… holy fuck. Even up close, hell, especially up close.
“Coño,” I said, not even knowing where to start.
I licked him to start, from the base of his shaft and up to the rim of his head. I traced him up and down, tasting his salty-sweet skin against my tongue. His scent filled me, too. It was better than any cologne or perfume I’d ever smelled. Shy had a scent that intoxicated me the longer I smelled it. Like sweet cherries and vanilla and oak, a mixture that had me seeing stars.
“Suck it, Nick.”
I looked up, into Shy’s eyes, half-lidded and focused on me. I opened my mouth and sucked him in, tasting my first ever dick.
And instantly fucking loving it.
His precome coated my tongue as I swirled it around him, taking only the head in at first, both hands on his twitching thighs. He moaned as I took more of him in, urging me on. I was hungry for him. I stretched my jaw open, stuffing him down, swallowing as much as I could. As a first-timer, I paid extra attention to keeping my teeth out of this, bobbing up and down his shaft with my lips wrapped around him, in tune with how he writhed on the couch, the leather squeaking against his bare skin.
I not only found myself loving how Shy tasted, but also how he was reacting. His grunts and moans sent me to fucking space, and then when his hand landed on the back of my head, it was game over. He pushed me down on his cock as he began to thrust up, fucking my throat.
It was the hottest thing to have ever fucking happened to me. I let him use my throat as he started to fuck into my face. When I gagged, he let up for a moment so I could catch my breath, and then I went right back down on his cock, going as far as I could before I had to come up again.
And again.
And again.
I started to jerk myself off. Shiro continued to fuck my face, the sounds of my balls slapping against me and his balls slapping against my chin driving me absolutely wild. Saliva dripped down onto the floor. His grunts gained an animalistic edge to them, matching the instincts roaring inside me.