Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys 2)

“Shit, Dex.” The desperation in his voice spurs me on.

I try to keep eye contact as I draw him in farther, but his cock bumps the top of my mouth, and I gag so hard I almost hurl. I’m coughing as I pull back, and just as I’m about to apologize, his fingers twist through my hair.

“That was hot. Keep going.”

Challenge accepted.

I dive on him, and at first, I’m hyperaware of everything I’m doing, probably trying too hard, but every time I glance up, Tripp’s stare gets hotter and hotter. He keeps a tight hold on my hair, and between that and the tiny thrusts he’s doing into my mouth, I’m starting to get too turned on to care how I’m doing.

My only aim is to make Tripp feel as incredible as he makes me, and every little drop of precum feels like a gift, a sign that I’m on the right track and to keep going. I have no idea if there’s too much spit or I’m gagging too much, but I blow him like my life depends on it, and I know from being on the receiving end that even sloppy blowjobs feel amazing. Besides, now we’re together, I’ll have plenty of time to figure this out.

I moan around his length as I manage to get more than halfway down this time, and there’s something about his obvious arousal, about being on my knees for him, that is so goddamn hot I can’t control myself. My hand closes around my cock, and I squeeze, trying to get it to calm down, wanting to focus on nothing but Tripp and making him feel good.

“My balls,” he says, voice rough.

I pull off long enough to spit in my hand, and then I cup his balls and keep sucking him. His thrusts are getting deeper, and as I roll and squeeze his sac, it draws up tight to his body.

“Touch my hole.”

Umm …

Huh.

All right then.

I’ve never touched another person’s asshole, but hey, we’re in this now. And dick is new and I seem to love it, so maybe that’ll be a brand-new toy for me too.

I pull back so I can see Tripp’s face as I stroke him with one hand, sucking on the tip, and my hand that was playing with his balls dips backward. I feel my way along his taint, then dip my fingers up into the crease of his ass. It only takes a second when—

Bingo.

My slippery fingers stroke over the spot, and Tripp’s head drops back, thick neck exposed and straining.

“I’m close.”

Oh holy shit, me too. Tripp starts to move his hips, and now my initial hesitation has passed, this is hot as fuck. I rub his hole while I hollow my cheeks and suck with purpose. My knees are getting sore from the tile, but my head is fuzzy with desire, and the harder I work, the more I’m rewarded with Tripp’s taste until he grips my head tight enough to make me stop.

“Sure you want to swallow?”

Unable to answer with a mouthful of cock, I lock eyes with him and suck harder. He’s not taking it from me now.

“Get ready,” he warns, then releases my hair to rest his hand on the back of my head as he starts to fuck my mouth with small, shallow thrusts.

His grunt gives me a split-second warning, and then his cock twitches and I get my first real taste. Then another and another and … shit.

There’s more than I prepared for, and when I almost inhale it, I cough so hard I swear it almost shoots from my nose. Cum splatters over Tripp’s cock and thighs and ends up all down my chin.

Well, that didn’t go as expected.

I glance up, oops look firmly planted on my face to find Tripp’s widened eyes staring at me.

Then he cracks up laughing. “Dex, that was the single hottest moment of my life … until it wasn’t.”

I yank up his sleep shorts, wipe my face off on the outside, then push to my feet. At least the embarrassment has helped my cock to settle. Tripp’s happy face makes me smile, so hey, maybe I fucked the ending, but we got ninety percent there.

“A for effort?”

“I’d give you more than that if I could.” He tugs me into a kiss. “You sure you’ve never sucked dick before?”

“Well, there was that one time in college …”

He jerks back, mouth hanging open, and wow. I can’t believe he bought that.

“Kidding. Before you, it wasn’t something I’d ever thought about.”

“Well, when faced with the options of celibacy or dick, it’s a hard choice.”

Maybe some might think so, but the choice isn’t hard at all with Tripp. The hugging came naturally. The affection, the kissing, and now this. Being this way with Tripp is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I don’t need to think, I don’t need to work at it, I can be me and love him, and it all makes sense in my brain.