The pretty boy was slurping all over my dick when the chime sounded. I kept my hand firmly on his head as I watched the cowboy work to make his deadline. He was panting and groaning, but it was no longer fueled by pleasure. I had warned him. He didn’t want to ask for my punishment. He would hate me by the time this weekend was over. But it would be worth every humiliating second.
“Keep sucking,” I urged the pretty boy, figuring I could help the cowboy along a little. “I fucking love the way your mouth feels on my cock. That strong throat taking every inch. Your boyfriend’s trying to come. He’s working so hard, probably picturing you in his mind. Your mouth stretched wide around my cock. It’s not working, is it, cowboy? You can’t come anymore because it hurts.”
The cowboy groaned, his cock jerking as his head fell back. He came once more, but there was only a small drop of cum, not even enough to lube his dick for the next round.
“Get the lube, pretty boy. I want you to coat my dick. No condom this time. You’re gonna ride my cock bare while your boyfriend plays with his own dick.”
My rock-hard cock fell from the pretty boy’s mouth as he turned to grab the lube from the coffee table. I watched him as he slicked me up. His eyes were hot. I had yet to take either of them without a condom despite the fact the three of us had shared our most recent test results. No one was at risk here.
“You know what?” I mused. “I want you to get up on the coffee table first. On your knees, chest down. I’m going to eat your ass, to work you open so you’re ready for my cock. Would you like that, pretty boy?”
“Fuck yes, Zeke,” he hissed, my words clearly taking him by surprise.
“Good.” I patted the table and he quickly got into position, his ass pointed toward me.
“You wish you could see this, don’t you, cowboy? Me tongue-fucking your boyfriend? Do you do that for him? Do you rim his asshole?”
The cowboy groaned, but I had no idea what he was saying. Nor did I care.
I dropped to my knees behind the pretty boy and gripped his hips firmly in my hands before burying my face in his ass. I worked him roughly with my tongue, ensuring my beard abraded his sensitive skin.
“Make sure he hears you, pretty boy,” I commanded.
The pretty boy began rambling. Begging and pleading for more, telling me how much he loved that I tongued his asshole, getting him ready for my dick. I gave him my full attention as the minutes continued to count down. We were closing in on the next chime and I pushed it close before I perched my ass on the couch and pulled the pretty boy into my lap.
“Sit on my dick,” I growled, my tone reflecting the driving need in my balls.
The pretty boy was facing away from me as he inched down onto my cock. He groaned loudly, as did I. Taking him bare was incredible, feeling the tight heat as he sheathed my cock.
“Oh, fuck, Zeke,” the pretty boy moaned. “It feels so good.”
“Come on, pretty boy. Take all of me.”
The chime sounded and the cowboy moaned around the gag. I watched him as undiluted pleasure assaulted me when the pretty boy took me all the way to the hilt.
“Stay right there,” I ordered. “Watch your boyfriend as he tries to come again. He wishes he was sitting on my cock. He wishes I was fucking him. He needs it more than anything, but the only thing he’s got is his hand. And it’s failing him now.”
The cowboy didn’t stop groaning but he tried extremely hard to make himself come. It wasn’t working and he knew it.
“Lift up and drop down on me,” I instructed the pretty boy. “Fill your ass with my dick. Take your own pleasure from me.”
He did. Slow and steady, the pretty boy began fucking me, taking my dick to the root before lifting up, then dropping down again.
The cowboy yelled, his disappointment obvious. He couldn’t come no matter how hard he wanted to. I didn’t bother to tell him his minute was up. He would figure that out eventually.
I kept a firm hand on the pretty boy’s hips guiding him up and down, not wanting him to hurry. I didn’t intend to come yet. The timer was counting down again, ticking closer and closer to the last time the cowboy would be forced to jack off. He was breathing heavily and I sensed his disappointment. He knew he had failed. There was no way to deny it.
I purposely kept the pretty boy working himself on me until there were only two minutes left. At that point, I flipped on the app, turned it to high so the massager was vibrating against that sensitive spot inside the cowboy.
