“Pleeeease suck my dick, Chrissy. Make me cum.” He ran his fingers gently through my hair. “I want you to swallow it all.”
I rolled my eyes diagonally upwards, pretending to consider it. “Hmmm, and what do I get in return?”
“Mmm, I’m gonna suck your dick for hours. Milk every last drop of cum from you, then roll you over and fuck you — so deep the neighbours will hear it.”
“Ooh, we can’t have that,” I teased, my lips slowly gravitating towards his erection.
“I’ll eat your ass, jerking your fat dick while I tongue-fuck you.” His voice was a low purr, his eyes somewhere between fighting and fucking.
“Oh yeah?”
My mouth was mere millimetres from his twitching, glistening glans. I breathed it in through my nose, my bottom lip dropping slowly open, my tongue perched visibly inside on the rim. He could barely keep his eyes open as I breathed over it.
“Take it,” he whispered.
I let a few seconds pass, my tongue teetering on his tip. “You’re gonna have to wait,” I whispered back. I gave it a quick kiss and hitched up my dressing gown, sending him a wink over my shoulder as I catwalked out the bathroom.
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The whole of breakfast Alex was giving me glances. My parents had brought out the bacon and eggs for our guest, and were happily munching away, talking of news and weather and things that didn’t concern a couple of horny teenagers. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was watching me, tortured. Every mouthful I teased my food, licking the sauce from my lips as I pretended to listen to what my parents were saying, giving a quick “mmhmm” every now and then.
It was only when we were nearly finished that I finally caught his eyes. They looked bluer than ever in the morning light, and glistened with desire. We maintained eye contact for a while, staring each other down as I granted my tongue an especially saucy forkful.
“I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about,” Dad ranted, shaking the newspaper.
“Don, language!” Mum always wanted to make a good impression in front of the guests. “Sorry, Alex, I bet your family is far less crude around the breakfast table.”
“It’s fine,” he shrugged. “We’re not exactly the best behaved either.”
Certainly not, I thought, smiling at his foot rubbing my crotch under the table.
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It was late morning by the time we decided we were going to spend the day exploring — whatever dirty deeds that insinuated. We only had till mid-afternoon before Alex’s mum came to pick him up, so we figured we’d try to make the most of the farmland and good weather before he had to leave.
But as he didn’t have gumboots, we went to my room to see if I could find him a pair of old shoes I didn’t mind getting mucky. As we went in, I could a glimpse of him closing the door behind him. I smiled, ready to tell him that he had to wait. But, he sat down on the bed, giving a couple of bounces and tucking his legs up into a classroom fold. Slightly surprised, I began digging through the pile of shoes in my closet. Dragging out an old pair of work boots, I placed them on the ground before Alex, feeling a vibration in my pocket.
“Try these on for size,” I told him. Feeling the vibrations continue, I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see who was calling. It was Lucy, the neighbour. We had been close family friends since we moved into the area. I stood from my squat to accept the call.
“Hey Lucy, what’s up?”
“Hi Chrissy, are you busy today?”
I stole a glance at Alex. He was pushing his heels into the boots, perhaps a little too easily.
A bit big, he mouthed at me. I winked back.
“Uhmm, kind of yes, kind of no. I have a friend over at the moment.”
“Well that’s perfect,” she said, surprisingly elated. Her cheery disposition always seemed to take me by surprise. “We could use a couple of strong lads here today. Jake’s gone and hurt himself, and we could use your big muscles to fork some hay for the horses.”
Jake was her husband. A real farmer boy, with the stubble and plaid to match. They were a young, attractive couple who managed her parents’ farm for them while the pensioners sat inside with cups of tea and a landscape view.
Alex leaned forward, tying the boots, but paying more attention to the crotch that was at his eye level.
“Hmm, I dunno Lucy. We don’t have a huge amount of time today…”
Alex’s hand had found its way to my jeans, smoothing down my upper thigh, ironing the wrinkles right up to the outline of my enlarging, twitching bulge.
“Come on,” she encouraged, a country playfulness in her voice. “You know you want to.”
Alex had unzipped my fly with a ‘whoops’ on his lips. His fingers reached inside, locating my hardening dick with a practised ease, and began to give it some slow, firm rubbing.
“Uh, yeah I want to…” I said, distractedly, only realising my words after I said them. “I mean, I want to, but I don’t know if we can.”
He pulled my dick out through the hole in my jeans, jerking it slowly without even looking up at me.
“It won’t take long. You boys will be in and out in no time. Good exercise for a couple of young, strapping lads like yourselves.”
Alex didn’t hesitate long before lowering my member and taking it in one. My mouth dropped open, and I clenched my teeth to stop myself from moaning.
“Won’t take long. I promise. How about you come and work for half an hour — that’s all — and I’ll bring you boys some of Pappa’s famous homebrew as a reward. If you don’t tell yer Mum, o’course.” There was a wink in her voice, and I knew the face she’d be making. But I was making faces of my own, watching Alex’s puffy lips slide up and down my hard cock, grunting through a full mouth every second pump.
“…That doesn’t sound too bad, does it Chris? What do you say?”
“…Half an hour,” I repeated, my brain spewing out the only piece of information I took in. “Mmm.”
Alex pulled my dick out, biting his lip at me as he jerked my wet dick. He bent down, going from underneath, giving my sack a strong lick before suckling on the lower of my balls.
“Who’s this friend anyway?” I had momentarily forgotten she was on the other end of the line.
“Hm?”
“Your friend. City boy, I take it?”
“Something like that.”
“Well then, I’m sure it would be a new experience for him. Not many city folk get to play around in the stables…”
Alex was hungry for it. He licked at the underside of my tip like he was angry at his ice cream, his blue eyes locking into mine like he was snake-charming me. Then he stuffed it deep into his throat.
I grunted, which probably sounded like an affirmation to Lucy.
“Is he okay around horses?” she asked.
“I think he’s just fine,” I murmured back, loving the way he was working his lips right down to the base of my shaft.
“Perfect,” she chirped. “So are you going to come?”
I held back a groan.
“I think I just might.”
“Great! I’ll see you here soon then. Don’t take too long, okay?”
“Oh I won’t…”
“Alright then, catch you in a bit.”
As soon as the line clicked off, I tossed my phone onto the bed and grabbed Alex’s head with both my hands, working my dick in and out of his mouth. His lips wrapped tighter around me, and I whimpered like I was close to crying. With one hand fondling my balls and the other pumping hard against my pelvis, I let slip a high moan. My dick was at full inflation and I knew what would happen soon. But Alex did too. He heard the increasing urgency in my whimpers, the contorted look on my face, the uncontrolled thrusting of my hips… and let go my dick with an exhale, a string of saliva still joining us.