Particularly with their gay targets, but once with a straight one, too. Once that happened, he moved onto the bed, positioning himself between the boy's legs, keeping them spread and his ass exposed.
So he stood back, waiting for his brother to start pumping in earnest. Jeremy always knew to wait, to let John have this moment, that he could only get for a handful of seconds, with a handful of boys. This was his paradise.Īnd then, as he slid his cock deeper, touching the back of the boy's throat, and seeing him gag, that slick, warm wetness sent shivers straight to his dick. This was the moment he waited for, the moment he looked forward to the most. Feeling that slick tongue moving against his head, trying unsuccessfully not to taste him, was what he lived for. As this innocent, naïve young man waited there, with his lips parted and tears streaming down his face, John slowly eased his head into that reluctant mouth.įor a few seconds, he stayed there, pressing his head against a warm, unwilling tongue. He liked to do it slowly, gently, savoring every minute detail of the next few seconds. This moment was John's favorite, and when it was with a boy like this, he liked to take his time. Tears filled the boy's eyes as he opened his mouth, and a quiet sob escaped him. And sure enough, he felt the tight line of the boy's lips soften, and then reluctantly part.
