Page 49 of Deviant
“Now that you know what I feel like, I’m going to fuck your mouth. You’re going to take me and stroke your cock for me. Do you understand?”
He looks up, nodding briefly before opening his mouth again. I shove back into his mouth, hitting his gag reflex again.
“F-fuckk …” I groan out.
The feeling of him choking on my cock causes me to pulse before pulling back.
Pistoning my hips forward again, I set a punishing pace, sliding my cock in and out of his mouth.
“Suck on me—hollow your cheeks out like you’ve got a sucker in your mouth. Do it each time I push in.”
Groaning at the way his mouth tightens around me, I grip his hair harder, tugging at the roots.
Drool drips down his chin, mixing with his tears, as I shove my cock past his lips over and over.
We’re both groaning and panting, lost in the moment.
The sight is intoxicating—seeing him unravel just from sucking me off.
Moaning around my cock, the vibrations shoot to my balls again like lightning.
“That’s it. Keep taking my cock like the good boy you are. Such a fucking whore, stroking yourself for the relief you crave just from having me in your mouth.”
The pressure builds, and I fight it, trying to make this last, needing him to come, too.
“I’m so fucking close. But you’re going to come with me. Hollow your cheeks out more and take a big breath, you’re going to need it.” I watch my cock disappear past his lips over and over with his hands wrapped around his cock and tugging at his balls, chasing the same release I am. He begins to shake a little, groaning around me.
Snapping my hips faster, pushing harder, I chase my own release now. He groans before coming all over his own hands, and the sight pushes me over the edge with him. Shoving my cock down his throat, I empty my cock. He gags over and over, tears streaming nonstop now, as my warm cum fills his cheeks before slipping out of the corner of his lips.
“Swallow me down. All of it.”
He strains, fighting the urge to swallow over and over until his cheeks are deflated. Only then do I pull out his mouth.
Breathing heavily, we just stare at each other, the reality setting in for him.
Not willing to let him sink into regret, I trace my fingers over the cum that leaked out, gathering it and shoving it back into his mouth.
“You don’t want to miss any, Golden Boy.”
He swallows around my fingers, causing my cock to twitch.
I sink down the wall until my ass is planted on the ground in front of him. We’re both flushed, and there’s cum all over his hands, not to mention, tears and spit all over his face. Taking off my flannel, I hand it to him for him to clean himself up with. The chill does nothing to cool the heat in my chest.
He nods in appreciation as I tuck my dick back into my jeans, smoothing my clothes out like I didn’t just get blown by Rhett fucking Thornwood.
Once he cleans up, he tosses my flannel to the side and straightens his own clothes out before sitting next to me. Our shoulders touch, but neither of us say anything.
Rhett clears his throat, then says, “I won’t deny what just happened, but no one can know. I’m still very confused on what the fuck just happened.”
“So, you admit what’s happening is real for you.”
“Yes. I can admit that I liked it … Can that be enough for right now.”
“Yeah, Thornwood. That can be enough for now.”
The change between us is foreign, but I welcome it. While I enjoy his fight, it’s easier for us both if he at least admits what we have is real.
RHETT
