So that’s why the other guys were saying I should be out with Zane tonight! It all made sense now.
And you’re blowing the birthday boy.
To be honest, I couldn’t think of a better last-minute gift.
I focused on making it good for him, on giving him the best head of his life. I sucked hard on the upstroke. Made my lips so tight he practically grunted in approval, before letting my tongue dance deliciously along the underside of his shaft on the way down.
He’s got such a great cock, too.
Long. Smooth. Perfect for sucking.
My hands settled somewhere over his bare thighs, where my freshly-manicured fingernails threatened to dig in. I was teasing him. Torturing him. Dividing his attention between the threat of pain and blissful pleasure.
“Are you liking your birthday gift so far?” I asked, popping him loudly from my mouth.
Zane looked down at me, totally hypnotized with lust. He nodded vaguely, like a hostage unable to make a move.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Gripping him by the base I went down on him some more, only this time I worked his balls too. His cock was all slick and beautiful, covered in my saliva. His balls were thick and heavy and impossibly warm, as I rolled them gently but firmly in my palm.
“You’re insatiable,” Zane managed to murmur. “You know that?”
Still blow
ing him deeply, I nodded vigorously in agreement.
“Holy fucking shit…” he sighed.
There were two hands in my hair now, guiding my head. Pumping it up and down, starting at the base and stopping short right before the head left my hot, wet mouth.
God, just look at him.
I glanced up, and found him staring down into my eyes. He was lost in the moment. Completely consumed by what I was doing between his legs. For a full minute I held his starry-eyed gaze, admiring every curve of his handsome face while continuing to lick and suck all along the length of him.
Then I totally went to town.
“Fuck…”
I could feel his arousal building, as Zane grew harder in my hand and throat. My hair was brushing his thighs now. I was giving him everything I had.
“Come for me, honey…” I told him, stopping just long enough to slap him against my tongue. “Right here. Right in my mouth.”
He squirmed as I kneaded his balls some more, manipulating them with my fingers. That must’ve done the trick, because his whole body stiffened and his ass left the chair…
And then suddenly he was coming, throbbing, shooting. Three, four, five big spurts, straight down my hot, slutty throat. I squeezed his balls gently at the penultimate moment, and tightened my grip around the base of his cock. Beneath my fingers, I could feel every twitch, every pulse. The raw strength of his orgasm made me totally wet, as each powerful contraction caused my hand to flex open and closed.
Zane sank backward when he was done, so limp and loose I thought he might slide right out of the chair. I kept going until I’d drained him completely and licked him unapologetically clean.
“I knew you’d taste good.”
I got up and stood over him with my hands on my hips, admiring my handiwork. As far as birthday gifts went, it was a pretty good one.
“So… you still taking me out?”
He laughed weakly as he put himself back together. I got a flash of those delectable abdominals as he tucked his shirt back in.
“I mean, it’s your birthday and all that. But the deal we made—”