Defined By Deceit

The slight upturn on his date’s jaw was the answer he’d hoped for. Gene stood up, simultaneously tucking his tight underwear under his drawn-up sack. Llew stared at the tempting piece of man meat. His mouth watering at the way it bounced against his chin in anticipation. He was going to savor this. If anything was going to work, it’d be this. Gene’s cock was long and slim, not as thick as his, but not too shabby at all. It had a slight curve to the left, and Llew was going to love how it poked his cheek when he swallowed it down. He wasn’t afraid of the possibility that his skills had gotten rusty. True, it’d been a while. But sucking cock was like riding a bike.

He grabbed Gene’s dick around the base, and rubbed the sensitive head against his scratchy beard, making his date moan at how much he loved it. He called Llew’s name, told him how gorgeous he was, how sexy he was. That no man had ever turned him on more. Llew groaned around the hard flesh and reached down to stroke his own. He winced at just how fuckin’ soft he was. Not even a quarter of an erection. He sunk his mouth onto that tempting cock, not stopping until the groomed stubble on Gene’s groin tickled his nose. He pulled back, letting the silky hardness slide along his tongue. Gene pumped his hips forward, and Llew had the urge to hold his hips in place, only let his date get as much as he wanted to give him, but again he kept his strength out of it.

While the pretty man fucked his face, Llew’s hand flew over his own cock, pulled hard on his balls… and still nothing. Not even a twitch or pulse. He dug his blunt nail into his slit, yearning for his pre-cum. He could feel Gene’s body tensing up, the vibration coursing through his abdomen, settling in his balls as they drew tight against his bottom lip. Gene was getting ready to come. If he didn’t already know the signs, the increased curses and moans coming from above him were all the proof he needed. Llew squeezed his eyes shut and worked double-time. He used both hands on his cock and balls while his face was fucked with wild abandon. Gene needed to be controlled. Damn, how he wanted to tame this wild tiger, but his brain was telling him he should behave, he didn’t want to get in trouble again. Get out of my head. He pulled off for a split second and spit in his palm, needing some lubrication. His head was yanked back in place, and the throbbing cock pulsed on his tongue. Gene yelled out Llew’s name, his hips bucking hard against his chin when the first blast of spunk hit the back of his throat. He could only imagine how good his date was feeling right now. The euphoria that came with a good release. Damn, if he didn’t need it too. Gene milked his cock, flooding Llew’s mouth with all he had. Not stopping until he was completely drained.

“Fuck yeah, Llew. Oh my god, that’s fuckin’ good, babe.” Gene’s sated cock slipped from his lips and Llew almost roared in protest. This couldn’t be fuckin’ over. Not yet.

Llew leaned his forehead against Gene’s lower abdomen, continuing to jerk himself anxiously. Please. His biceps flexed with exertion as he hunched in on himself. He felt his date lazily rubbing his shoulders, probably too drunk with post orgasmic bliss to do much else. He felt worthless right now. He yanked on his balls again, cursing at them to do something… to give him something. He needed the pungent smell of his essence to be added to Gene’s, or else it’d be like he hadn’t even been there. His cock was starting to burn, he was fuckin’ chaffing himself. He growled angrily at his epic failure. He held on to the edge of the bed with one hand, while he brought the other to a regretful stop. With his head still bowed and leaning against Gene’s bony pelvis, he peeked one eye open to look at the useless hunk of flesh between his thighs. It was lying down over his balls, irritated and flushed red, not from the flow of blood to it, but from the punishing effort of trying to get it hard. After a couple of slow tugs, he rested his hand on his sweaty thigh. Goddamn useless. He felt like a Silverback gorilla that couldn’t beat on his chest in victory. He wasn’t the alpha anymore.

Chapter Twelve

“Llew, you don’t have to go,” his date said, from the middle of the bed. “We can talk, you know.”

Llew fastened his belt, not taking his eyes off Gene’s unsure ones. He was being nice. Although he thought Llew was hot, good-looking, mysteriously sexy… he was fucking impotent. That wasn’t a good characteristic when searching for a life partner. He cleared his throat. “I appreciate it, Gene. But, um. I think I’m gonna head home. I gotta early day tomorrow,” he lied.